SETS

STANDING SETS/ RECURRING LOCATIONS	EPISODE UNIQUE LOCATIONS
POLICE STATION	BAR (INT/EXT)
- BULLPEN	- PARKING LOT
-CORRIDOR	JANET’S BRONCO ROLLING
-LUNCHROOM	MOTEL
-ROOM	-PARKING LOT
-FRONT DESK	-ROOM (EXT/INT)
	OUTSKIRTS OF CHICAGO
CANADIAN CONSULATE (INT/EXT)	STABLE (INT/EXT)
THATCHER’S OFFICE	STREET NEAR POLICE STATION
FRASER'S OFFICE	STREETS/INTERSECTION
FOYER	SUBURBS

SCRIPT DAYS
Scenes Day/Night
1 - 21 DAY ONE
22 - 30 NIGHT ONE
31 - 51 DAY TWO


PROLOGUE

FADE IN:
EXT. A STREET NEAR THE STATION -- DAY (DAY ONE)
FRASER is standing on a street corner waiting for the light to turn green. Dozens of Chicagoans are crossing against the light, dodging any oncoming traffic.
Fraser looks at them with mild disapproval. A little old lady with thick glasses pushes past him and heads toward the street.
FRASER: Excuse me, ma'am.
The woman turns to look at him.
FRASER (CONT'D): (helpfully) The light. It's red.
The woman stares at him nearsightedly.
WOMAN: You a boy scout or something?
FRASER: Constable Benton Fraser, R.C.M.P. I originally --
WOMAN: Yeah, well mind your own business.
She hurries across the street while the light is still red. Fraser sighs a little. When the light turns green, he steps off the curb into the path of a battered old ford Bronco that's running the red light.
Tires squeal as the Bronco screeches to a stop, just missing him. Fraser and the driver of the Bronco, JANET MOORE, make eye contact.
Janet's pissed at Fraser for getting in her way, and she shows it. Janet's three kids - ANNIE (9), ROBBIE (6), and SUE (4) - are in the Bronco, all nattering at her. She is trying to deal with them and at the same time wave at Fraser to proceed. He does. The Bronco lurches forward again. Fraser just steps back in time. For an instant, Janet seems to have disappeared. Then she straightens up with some toy she has picked up from the floor, hands it to one of her kids, then looks at Fraser with a "what's your problem" expression and gestures for him to go.
Fraser goes. We notice the Montana plates on the car. We might also notice a dark sedan behind it.
EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF STATION -- DAY
Fraser walks toward the station. Janet has pulled into a parking spot (actually a "no parking" spot) in front. She's in her mid-thirties, wearing jeans and a denim shirt. She's talking to her kids as Fraser approaches. He can hear them through the open car window.
ROBBIE: Do we have to wait out here alone?
JANET: I'll just be a sec, honey.
ROBBIE: Yeah, but Sue's scared. Aren't you?
SUE: Yes. I'm scared.
Janet looks a little exasperated.
JANET: Annie, tell your brother and sister not to be scared.
Annie looks at the other two.
ANNIE: Chill.
Janet notices Fraser listening and gives him a look.
FRASER: Anything I can do to help?
JANET: Butt out.
FRASER: I'd be pleased to ma'am.
Fraser tips his hat politely and heads into the station. The kids all turn and watch him go.
ANNIE: You sure we're in Chicago, mom?
Janet just shakes her head, hits a button on the dashboard and a panel drops down revealing a good sized gun.
INT. POLICE STATION -- DAY
Fraser moves through deserted hallways, sticks his head into a couple of rooms off to the side -- no one there.
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY
The bullpen is empty but not silent. The phones are all ringing wildly. There is a murmur of angry voices from the lunch room. Fraser moves toward the sound.
INT. POLICE STATION - LUNCH ROOM -- DAY
Fifty cops are crammed into the room. They're all yelling at once. Huey is slamming a night stick on one of the tables in a vain attempt to bring them to order.
RAY is standing near the door somewhat distracted. He's watching Fraser move through the Bullpen. Gives Fraser the high sign not to come any further.
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- CONTINUOUS
As Fraser stops to watch what's going on in the lunchroom,
ANGLE INCLUDES
LT. WELSH on the phone. He hangs up and crosses to Fraser.
WELSH: (re the scene in the lunch room) Organized labour...
FRASER: Seems quite disorganized to me. (beat) Are they talking about a strike?
WELSH: No, they wouldn't be talking about a strike. A strike would be illegal. They're probably trying to decide who gets the flu first.
The phones continue to go nuts.
WELSH (CONT'D): Excuse me. (into phone) Detective Division.
Welsh picks up a phone. Fraser is looking like he wants to help. Welsh points to a phone.
WELSH (CONT'D): Be my guest.
Fraser picks up a phone.
FRASER: Squad Room. (listens a beat) Alright now, you have to calm down so I
can understand you. Henry, you said your name was?
INT. POLICE STATION - LUNCH ROOM -- DAY
An incredible din. Huey has given up trying to establish order. It's a free for all now. Tempers are igniting. Everyone talking more or less at once.
HUEY: This offer is insulting.
DETECTIVE #1: They're laughing at us!
DETECTIVE #2: We deserve respect!
DEWEY: (almost Shakespearean) I am not a police officer, I am a man!!!
That does it. Everyone stops to look at him a beat. Dewey shrugs sheepishly.
The noise resumes. Ray looks out into the bullpen and sees
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- CONTINUOUS
Fraser on the phone. All the lines are flashing.
FRASER: (into phone, like he's talking to an old friend) Unrealistic
expectations are at fault here, Henry. You make impossible demands of yourself and then take what you perceive to be a failure out on your wife. Sit and talk with her. Listen to her. (listens a beat) And that's a three sixteenths ratchet head wrench. Right. No, I'm a Canadian. Thank you kindly.
Ray arrives in time to hear the end of the conversation. He shakes his head in disbelief.
Fraser tries to punch over to another call. Ray puts his hand down on the phone, stopping him.
RAY: (off Fraser's look) It's a little thing we call work to rule.
FRASER: (re the phones) People are calling for help.
As the other Cops file out of the lunch room and back to their desks.
RAY: *We'll* handle it.
Huey picks up his phone and reaches for a sheet of paper, moving slowly, as if underwater.
HUEY: Chicago Police Department. Area Seven Detective Division. Detective Huey speaking. How may I help you? (listens a beat) Bob? How are you spelling that?
As he starts to write
INT. POLICE STATION - FRONT DESK
Pretty busy. FRANCESCA is behind the desk. Janet is at the front of the line at the desk.
JANET: Name's Janet Moore.
She tosses an I.D. card on the desk and starts to pull a gun out of her purse.
Francesca starts to say something, but Janet's kids burst into the station, arguing. Little Sue is crying.
JANET (CONT'D): (over her shoulder) I told you guys to wait in the truck.
ANNIE: It didn't work out.
Sue runs to her mother and grabs her legs.
ROBBIE: I want to see the Mountie.
Robbie marches on into the police station. Annie makes a half hearted effort to catch up to him.
FRANCESCA: Are those your kids?
JANET: Yes, ma'am, they are.
FRANCESCA: They can't go in there.
JANET: I'll be right back.
Janet starts off after Robbie and Annie.
FRANCESCA: Lady... Lady?
Sue follows her mother into the station.
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY
Fraser is explaining some of the finer points of running a meeting to Huey and Ray.
FRASER: You elect a Chair. The Chair appoints a Whip -
HUEY: Next time we're taming a lion, we'll be sure to call you.
Robbie runs into the room followed by Annie. Janet is right behind them.
JANET: Whoa! Whoa! Guys!
As she reaches for Robbie her gun falls on the floor. She bends down to pick it up.
HUEY: Gun!
Janet freezes as the room is instantly silent. She leaves the gun on the floor
as she straightens up.
JANET'S POV
All the cops have their weapons drawn and levelled at her. Janet smiles coolly.
JANET: Hi, guys. Little touchy today?
Sue is tugging on her jeans.
SUE: Mommy, I wanna go back to the truck.
Fraser walks over. Suggests with a look that the guys might be overreacting. Picks up her gun.
FRASER: I'm sure you have a legitimate reason for possessing this rather large weapon.
Francesca has caught up. She is holding Janet's "papers" up.
FRANCESCA: Yeah . . . She does. She's a bounty hunter.
Janet notices the stares of the cops.
JANET: Anybody got a problem with that?
END OF PROLOGUE

ACT ONE

INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY
Janet is at a desk signing forms for Francesca. Ray and Fraser are looking closely at Janet. The other cops have gone back to their meeting. Robbie and Sue are wandering around in the background. Annie is sitting on a bench reading. Fraser's still holding Janet's gun.
JANET: I have papers here for a Bradley Thompson. Charged with felony weapons possession. Skipped on $25,000 bail. I'm in the employ of Mr. Hector J. Jones, bail bondsman of Billings, Montana.
She hands some papers to Francesca.
JANET (CONT'D): That's a copy of everything, including the registration for my gun.
FRANCESCA: Guns.
JANET: Yeah.
RAY: Guns?
JANET: Just a few.
FRANCESCA: (to Janet) Everything seems okay, good luck.
She takes the forms away. Fraser hands Janet her gun. Ray can't believe what he's seen and heard.
RAY: A bounty hunter? *You* are a bounty hunter. As in wanted dead or alive?
JANET: Dead. Alive. Seriously injured. Whatever.
Robbie and Sue are into someone's desk in the corner.
JANET (CONT'D): Robbie, Sue. Get outta there. Where's your sister?
Annie looks up from her book.
JANET (CONT'D): Annie, can you help me out here?
ANNIE: Hey, you're their mother.
ROBBIE: Mom, I'm hungry.
Janet makes a frustrated gesture, forgetting the gun is still in her hand.
JANET: Okay, in a...
Fraser's hand catches her gun hand and carefully takes the gun away. He puts it on the desk.
FRASER: You should really be more careful. Firearms accidents accounted for 1154 deaths in America last year.
JANET: (without missing a beat) Only two involving licensed professionals. And there were other contributing factors involved in both cases.
The kids are roughhousing and Robbie bangs into a filing cabinet. The cabinet wobbles and a heavy mug shot book slides off the top of a teetering pile. Falling towards Annie's head.
FRASER
Sees it in SLOW MOTION. He dives for the book.
CLOSE ON
The Book falling through FRAME. Headed for Fraser's hand.
JANET'S HAND
Shoots into frame, just above Fraser's, and grabs the book.
JANET (CONT'D): (to Fraser) Got it, thanks. (to Ray, while putting the book back on the pile) I was hoping you'd run a plate for me.
Ray stands there stupidly.
JANET (CONT'D): What? You're a cop, aren't you?
FRASER: Actually, you've walked into the middle of labour unrest.
JANET: Excuse me?
RAY: We've got our hands full with our own stuff. No can do.
FRASER: She's trying to apprehend a felon, Ray.
RAY: Sorry.
JANET: Great. That's great. I guess a little professional support was too much to hope for. But forget it. Everyone forget everything. I'm just fine.
She sits in a chair. Cries. Stands suddenly.
JANET (CONT'D): Well, no time for tears. I've got a job to do.
Janet gathers up the kids.
JANET (CONT'D): Come on, guys. We're outta here.
She has left her gun on the desk.
FRASER: Ah, ma'am... your...
JANET: Ah, damnit.
She comes back for the gun.
JANET (CONT'D): (to Fraser) I don't think I'm getting enough sleep.
Janet and the kids take off. Fraser looks at Ray.
RAY: What?
FRASER: Nothing.
RAY: I can't break ranks on this.
FRASER: Understood.
RAY: I can't.
Fraser follows Janet and the kids out of the room.
RAY (CONT'D): (shouting after him) I can't.
Fraser sticks his head back into the room.
FRASER: No need to yell, Ray. I understand.
Fraser leaves.
RAY: Yeah, I bet you do.
INT. JANET'S BRONCO - ROLLING
Janet is driving. Annie is in the passenger seat reading. Fraser is in the back seat between Robbie and Sue. Sue is leaning her head against him. Robbie is looking up at Fraser with awe.
JANET: I don't need help you know. I'm used to working alone.
FRASER: Actually, I'm not a licensed peace officer in this jurisdiction.
JANET: Then what good are you?
FRASER: Well, I could keep an eye on the children for you.
JANET: (thinks a beat) Yeah, okay, you could do that.
The kids love the idea.
JANET (CONT'D): Thanks. For back there. I guess I've got a bit of a temper.
FRASER: People say the same thing about me.
JANET: (surprised) Really?
FRASER: Not really, no.
She gives him an appraising look.
JANET: Kind of a long way from home aren't you?
FRASER: As are you.
JANET: (rolling it over, amused) As am I.
Sue is tugging on Fraser's sleeve.
SUE: You're sitting on Toad.
Fraser reaches behind his back. Produces a small, stuffed frog.
FRASER: Here.
SUE: Thanks.
FRASER: Is he all right? Did I hurt him?
Sue thinks Fraser needs a bit of help understanding.
SUE: You can't hurt him. He's stuffed.
Fraser nods.
EXT. STREET -- DAY
The Bronco zips through a light just as it's turning red.
FRASER (V.O.): You really should stop on the yellow.
JANET (V.O.): Who's gonna give me the ticket?
Neither of them notice the dark sedan slip through the light behind them.
EXT. BAR -- DAY
The Bronco is parked outside a bar in a sleazy part of town. Fraser and the kids are inside.
INT. JANET'S BRONCO -- DAY
Fraser and the kids are all staring intently at the bar entrance. Janet comes out of the bar with a COCKTAIL WAITRESS. They talk for a moment. The WAITRESS
writes something on a napkin for Janet. Janet hugs the WAITRESS, who goes back into the bar.
ROBBIE: Mom makes friends really easy.
FRASER: That's a very important ability to have in life.
ANNIE: She does it just so she can find stuff out.
FRASER: Well, that's important too.
Janet climbs into the driver's seat.
FRASER (CONT'D): Who was that woman?
JANET: The fugitive's girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend actually. He knew her in Montana.
FRASER: Has he contacted her here?
JANET: (tightly) Yep. I got an address for him.
FRASER: I'd just like to make one suggestion.
JANET: Go ahead.
Janet pulls out of the parking lot into traffic.
EXT. NEAR BAR -- DAY
We see that there are two tough looking men in the dark sedan parked across the street from the bar. The car pulls out and follows as Janet enters the stream of traffic.
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY
Francesca shows Janet the way as they herd the kids into a room.
Ray takes Fraser off to one side for a quiet word.
RAY: I really don't think this is the best place for kids, Benny.
FRASER: Watching their mother.... Work, isn't healthy.
Ray looks around the bullpen.
RAY: This is healthy?
FRASER: At least it's safe.
He looks at the room.
FRASER (CONT'D): Relatively.
RAY: This thing you're into... is it dangerous?
FRASER: I wouldn't worry about it, Ray.
RAY: If she can lay low for a couple of days, we get this work to rule thing sorted out, I can maybe do something for her.
FRASER: She can't do that.
RAY: Why not?
FRASER: Because she's strong willed, impulsive, fearless. (off Ray's look) I also believe she has a taxidermy class starting next Thursday back in Billings.
INT. POLICE STATION - ROOM OFF THE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
Francesca with Janet and the kids.
JANET: (to the kids) I am *not* putting you in jail. You're in a police station. There's a difference.
ANNIE: Yeah? What?
JANET: (to Francesca) Kids, huh?
FRANCESCA: Yeah. Um, you always been a bounty hunter?
JANET: (shrugs) No, I worked the oil rigs for a while, did some construction, a bit of open pit mining. Did a little trick riding in the rodeo.
FRANCESCA: (at a loss for words) Wow, that must have been... fun.
JANET: Hard on the back. Plus the hours were murder for the kids.
FRANCESCA: You don't mind my asking, why did your husband leave?
JANET: Because he's an egotistical moron with the brains of a turkey and the principles of a weasel.
Janet realizes that Annie is watching and listening.
JANET (CONT'D): But he loves you, sweetheart, he really does.
Annie goes back to whatever she was doing.
JANET (CONT'D): They'll probably never see him again, but I guess it's better if they don't hate him.
FRANCESCA: I would think. Psychologically.
EXT. MOTEL -- DAY
Fraser and Janet are outside a motel room. Janet is knocking. No answer.
JANET: Nobody home.
FRASER: Nobody answering.
JANET: If there was somebody in there I would hear them breathing.
Fraser looks at Janet with new respect.
FRASER: True enough. (a beat) Why don't we see if the manager will let us in?
JANET: We could do that. Sure.
Fraser starts to turn away. Janet kicks in the door with a vicious, lethal kick.
INT. MOTEL ROOM
The motel room is empty, but lived in. Janet begins a search. Fraser is standing at the doorway.
FRASER: How long have you been doing this kind of work.
JANET: Not too long.
FRASER: You seem to have an aptitude for it.
Janet is searching the drawers. Fraser crosses to the closet and looks through it quickly.
JANET: Grew up in Montana. My dad taught me to hunt almost before I could walk.
Not a lot of difference between hunting bear and hunting bail jumpers.
FRASER: (genuine interest) Really. I find the scent trails much more useful with bear. Also, the scats are more informative. Here in the city, scats are almost useless. Especially in the winter when...
JANET: (sharply) I was just making conversation, really.
He's scraping something off a shoe in the closet. Whatever it is, he folds it into a handkerchief and puts it in his pocket. Janet's too busy going through the drawers to notice. Or is she?
FRASER: Understood. What do you know about the man you're hunting?
JANET: Enough.
FRASER: Dangerous?
JANET: Not particularly.
Janet tips the bed over. There is an envelope stuck in the springs. She grabs it. Starts out of the room.
JANET (CONT'D): You comin'?
FRASER: I believe what we've just done would qualify as break and enter plus theft. (gestures to the envelope) At least it will if you take that.
JANET: That a problem?
FRASER: For me? Usually.
JANET: Totally understandable. Normally, I'd behave better. But time's a problem. I've got to get this job done and have my kids back in school on Monday... Speaking of my kids... thanks. It's probably better they don't come to work with me.
She leaves. Fraser looks around at the mess she made.
FRASER: Agreed.
Fraser leaves the room.
EXT. MOTEL PARKING LOT -- DAY
The Bronco is parked around a corner from the motel room. Fraser and Janet get in the car. Janet has the envelope she found and is counting the money that was tucked inside.
JANET: Three hundred dollars.
FRASER: We should put it back.
JANET: It's evidence.
FRASER: Of what?
JANET: That he's got three hundred dollars he doesn't deserve and my kids and I don't have to sleep in the car tonight.
FRASER: There are other -
Janet's head swivels toward the door of the motel room.
JANET: There!
JANET'S POV
BRADLEY THOMPSON parks his old Plymouth near the motel office, and gets out.
Bradley is in his late thirties, wearing a corduroy jacket and jeans. He has a youthful, saucy manner.
FRASER AND JANET
As Janet leaps out of the car. Fraser follows quickly. Bradley looks up and sees Janet heading for him. He turns to run.
Janet pulls the gun from her purse and levels it at Bradley.
JANET (CONT'D): Hold it right there, scumbag.
BRADLEY: Don't shoot!
JANET: The ride's over.
Fraser comes up behind her.
BRADLEY: We can make some sort of deal. (to Fraser) Right?
Suddenly the dark sedan squeals into the parking lot.
ANGLE ON THE CAR
A shotgun is sticking out the window.
FRASER: Get down!
He leaps forward, knocking Janet to the ground, just as the shotgun goes off.
The pistol flies from Janet's hand and skitters across the parking lot.
ANGLE ON FRASER AND JANET
They're lying nose to nose on the ground. There's a parked car between them and the shotgun. They're both a little breathless.
FRASER (CONT'D): Sorry I didn't mean...
JANET: No problem...really. (a beat as they look at one another) Uh... shouldn't we do something. About those guys.
FRASER: Definitely.
Fraser leaps to his feet and is gone.
ANGLE ON BRADLEY
As he dives into his car and starts it up.
ANGLE ON THE SEDAN
The man with the shotgun leaps out of the car and goes after Bradley. He gets to Bradley's car and starts to yank open the door, holding the gun on Bradley.
HARVEY: Out! Get outta there.
He emphasizes his point by sticking the shotgun in Bradley's face.
Fraser slams into him from behind, knocking the shotgun out of his hand and pinning him against Bradley's car.
Bradley takes advantage of the distraction to peel out of the parking lot.
The sudden motion of his car spins Fraser and the gunman to the ground. Fraser is momentarily stunned.
The gunman leaps to his feet, picks up his shotgun and jumps into his car.
The driver of the sedan slams it into reverse. It races backward, narrowly missing Janet who just manages to roll out of the way. As she lifts her gun to fire, the gunman points the shotgun out the window at her.
Fraser suddenly leaps onto the side of the car. He holds the window with one hand and grabs the shotgun with the other, pushing the barrel up so the gun fires harmlessly into the air. The car roars off after Bradley, with Fraser and the gunman still struggling over the shotgun. As the car makes a sharp turn into the traffic, Fraser manages to wrestle the gun free, but he also gets thrown off by the force of the turn. He rolls twice and lands on his feet. The dark sedan races off weaving through the traffic. Janet runs up beside Fraser.
JANET: You just gonna let them get away?
Fraser looks at her in astonishment.
END OF ACT ONE

ACT TWO

INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- EVENING (NIGHT ONE)
Cops are studiously doing paperwork at their desks. Fraser, Ray, Janet are in the bullpen. Only at Ray's desk is there life. Fraser and Janet surround the desk. The shotgun is on the desk. The kids are sitting quietly on a bench along the wall watching. Ray is agitated.
RAY: This does not seem like some penny-ante hood you're into here.
He gestures to the shotgun.
RAY (CONT'D): This smells like the real deal to me.
He turns to Janet.
RAY (CONT'D): So is there like something you maybe forgot to tell us?
JANET: There's nothing I forgot to tell you.
She hauls out her papers and slaps them on the desk.
JANET (CONT'D): Bradley Thompson. There it is, all I've got. He's a no good small time slime ball chiseler pure and simple.
RAY: Then why's he got guys with such big guns after him?
JANET: I don't know. Mistaken identity.
FRASER: That seems unlikely, given the probability that the men in question followed *us* to Thompson.
JANET/RAY: What?
FRASER: I noticed them behind us a couple of times as we were driving.
Ray and Janet are silent for a moment.
JANET: You might have mentioned it.
FRASER: I assumed you were aware of them.
JANET: Don't assume.
FRASER: You're right. I'm sorry.
RAY: This is exactly my point. You two need professional help.
FRASER: She did try, Ray.
RAY: Fraser, we have a situation here.
FRASER: With all due respect to your labor practices, it seems to me you should make some attempt to deal with what is obviously a serious crime.
RAY: Believe me, I don't like hairbags shooting up the city any more than you do.
He gestures to Francesca who's trying to talk on two phones at once.
RAY (CONT'D): Francesca, when you get done there, get this shotgun over to forensics. Maybe they can get some prints or something.
Francesca waves one of the phones at him in irritation.
RAY (CONT'D): And I got descriptions here on the shooters. Get them out to the beat cars right away.
Ray hands the pages to Francesca but Huey intercepts.
HUEY: (to Ray) We have plenty of cases on our desks right now. Which deserve our *close* attention.
He hands the papers back to Ray.
HUEY (CONT'D): (to Janet) No jumping the line.
Huey turns back toward his desk.
RAY: (to Fraser) I'm gonna have to deal with this later.
He turns back to his desk.
JANET: (to her kids) Saddle up.
Janet touches her pocket. Where's her money. She tries all her pockets. Panic sets in.
JANET (CONT'D): Goddam! Bastard! It's gone, the money! That bastard took it. (off Fraser's look) The three hundred bucks, the bastard took it!
FRASER: Maybe it just fell out when we took cover.
JANET: No, he took it. I know it.
SUE: Mommy, I'm tired....
JANET: (digging out her keys) Can you recommend a good parking garage, preferably one that doesn't get too much morning sun?
Fraser thinks.
INT. CONSULATE FOYER -- NIGHT
The Foyer. Janet and the kids are struck speechless as Fraser leads them from the street.
ROBBIE: (impressed) You live here?
FRASER: Temporarily, yes.
Turnbull emerges from Thatcher's office.
TURNBULL: (surprised) Constable.
FRASER: Constable. Uh. This is Janet Moore and these are her children, Annie, Sue and Robbie.
Hello's all around.
FRASER (CONT'D): They'll be sleeping here tonight.
TURNBULL: (trying to mask his surprise) Oh.
Robbie makes for the stairs.
ROBBIE: I wanna sleep up there.
TURNBULL: No!
Fraser scoops Robbie off his feet and sets him down as Turnbull recovers.
TURNBULL (CONT'D): Nobody can go up there. That's the Queen's bedroom.
The kids are suddenly fascinated.
ROBBIE: Cool.
ANNIE: The Queen sleeps there?
TURNBULL: (backtracking) She could. Any time she comes to Chicago, the regal
suite is ready for her.
ROBBIE: But she's never actually slept there?
TURNBULL: (forced to admit) No.
ANNIE: Princess Di?
TURNBULL: No.
ROBBIE: Fergie?
TURNBULL: Uh no.
ROBBIE: Who sleeps there really?
FRASER: (proudly) The Chairman of the Beef Marketing Board slept there.
JANET: (to Fraser, bringing it all back to earth) Where do we sleep?
FRASER: Ah. Through here.
Fraser leads Janet towards his office. While Turnbull continues to hold the attention of the kids.
TURNBULL: Bobby Orr slept there one night.
Blank stares.
TURNBULL (CONT'D): And Dennis Rodman. (quickly, embarrassed) But not at the same time.
INT. CONSULATE - FRASER'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Fraser turns on the light and steps aside to allow Janet to enter from the foyer.
JANET: You live here?
FRASER: Yes.
JANET: (she looks around the room, approves) You don't need much.
FRASER: (surprised) I suppose not.
JANET: Very peaceful.
SOUND: A LOUD SLAP.
TURNBULL (O.S.): Ow!!
JANET: Excuse me.
Janet leaves the room. Fraser watches her go.
FRASER SR. (O.S.): Careful, son.
Fraser turns to face his father.
FRASER: Of what?
FRASER SR.: She's an interesting woman.
FRASER: Isn't there something you should be doing?
FRASER SR.: It's a slow time for me right now.
Fraser goes about the business of getting blankets and bedrolls together while Fraser Sr. looks on.
FRASER: She and her children need a place to sleep.
FRASER SR.: You know what I miss? The nice big family dinner?
FRASER: Mom and I only saw you once every sixteen weeks. And sometimes then you slept with the dogs.
FRASER SR.: Always for a good reason.
FRASER: We never *had* big family dinners.
FRASER SR.: God willing, maybe somebody will die - your cousin Douglas is always fun - before Christmas. If they do, I'll bring them for dinner.
FRASER: Excuse me.
INT. CONSULATE FOYER -- NIGHT
Turnbull showing his office to the kids as Fraser comes through from his office.
FRASER: Where's Janet?
TURNBULL: She's....
A beat as Turnbull looks around.
Fraser realizes. She's gone.
FRASER: Look after these fellows for a while, would you, Turnbull?
TURNBULL: Well...
FRASER: Good man.
Fraser goes for his hat.
TURNBULL: (picking up a leatherbound book from a bookcase) We're going to read a classic story. "Gulliver's Travels." It's about a man who travels around having adventures.
ROBBIE: Like our Dad.
INT. POLICE STATION -- NIGHT
Ray is having a few words with Huey as they finish their shifts.
RAY: I just think there's something we're not doing. Like our jobs.
HUEY: (reassuringly) We're doing our jobs. In a thorough and orderly manner. Relax.
Huey shoves off as Fraser enters the bullpen.
FRASER: There have been some developments in the whereabouts of Bradley Thompson and I thought you might be interested in following them up.
Ray looks back at the other cops nervously. Fraser starts walking toward the door. Ray follows without even noticing what he's doing.
RAY: Maybe.
FRASER: I found this on a shoe in his closet.
Fraser shows Ray a darkish lump on the handkerchief.
FRASER (CONT'D): It's a mixture of horse sweat, mud, straw, and rubbing alcohol.
RAY: The race track.
FRASER: Exactly. Janet - Ms. Moore was with me when I found it. I believe she's at the race track as we speak.
RAY: Look, you understand my position, right? I can't break ranks on this.
FRASER: Absolutely. You're off duty now?
RAY: Yeah.
FRASER: Pay duty. (off Ray's look) Isn't that how some police officers supplement their income? Directing traffic or providing security?
RAY: Well yeah...
FRASER: (digging for money) Alright. I'm hiring you to come to the race track with me.
Ray is speechless.
FRASER (CONT'D): How much would that be?
RAY: To the race track?
FRASER: Correct.
RAY: Twenty?
INT. CONSULATE -- NIGHT
The kids are gathered around Turnbull who is reading from Gulliver's Travels.
ROBBIE: (trying to say it) Lilli- Lipu-
TURNBULL: Lilliputians. They were little people who were so tiny they made Gulliver seem like a Giant.
SUE: Like you.
TURNBULL: Yes, I am rather tall, I suppose.
EXT. THE STABLE -- NIGHT
Janet studies a bootprint in the mud. She compares it with her own bootprint, confirming her suspicions.
JANET: Bradley....
She continues along the row, rounding a corner where she slams bang into
FRASER AND RAY
JANET (CONT'D): Jesus....
RAY: You almost gave me a heart attack.
FRASER: He's here?
JANET: The trainer said she hired a guy four months ago. Different name but it sure sounds like him.
Fraser notices the footprints she's following.
JANET (CONT'D): They're fresh.
Ray unsnaps his holster. The three head along the aisle.
Thompson suddenly appears in the stable doorway. He spots them just as they spot him.
FRASER: Thompson!
Thompson leaps over the fence and heads off toward another building with Ray and Fraser in hot pursuit.
RAY: Stop!
FRASER: You need our help Mr. Thompson.
Thompson ducks into a wide stable door. Fraser pounds after him. Just as Fraser reaches the door, there's a roar from inside, two headlights flash on and Thompson's car comes racing out right at Fraser. Fraser hasn't got time to leap to the side, so he jumps onto the hood, runs up the windshield, over the roof and jumps off the trunk as the car accelerates under him. He hits the ground and rolls to his feet. Ray dodges to the side as the car roars past him then hurries to Fraser. They watch the car fishtail around a corner and disappear.
RAY: Some people you just can't help.
Fraser just looks at him.
END OF ACT TWO

ACT THREE

INT. CONSULATE - FRASER'S OFFICE -- NIGHT
The kids are all asleep on Fraser's bed. They look peaceful and relaxed. Diefenbaker is lying across the foot of the bed acting as a foot warmer. Janet finishes tucking them in, then crosses to Fraser who's standing near the sofa watching.
JANET: You see them like that you remember why you wanted them in the first place.
FRASER: They're fine children.
JANET: Really nice of you to do this. (a beat, looking around the room) This
is a temporary thing for you, right?
FRASER: Til I find something more permanent.
JANET: What will that be like?
FRASER: Pretty much like this.
JANET: I've got a cabin under a waterfall near Billings. Most beautiful place you've ever seen.
She takes off her jacket, revealing a shoulder holster and a very large gun underneath. She takes off the shoulder holster. And puts it on the floor.
JANET (CONT'D): You've got a special place somewhere, I bet.
FRASER: Fortitude Bay. Four days walk in from Chilcoot Pass. Most beautiful place on earth. Once you get past the lava springs, the polecats and the poisonous tundra beetles.
Janet tries to get comfortable on the sofa.
JANET: Ow...
She pulls a snub nosed gun from a holster at the small of her back.
FRASER: You might be more comfortable without the ankle holster too.
Janet glances down at her leg.
JANET: Forgot about that one.
She unstraps her ankle holster and lets it fall to the ground.
They look at each other. Now what?
JANET (CONT'D): Can I trust you?
FRASER: Of course.
JANET: It's hard. Holding all this together. Lonely.
FRASER: I'm sure.
JANET: Can I trust you?
FRASER: Yes.
JANET: To kiss me?
FRASER: (nonplussed) I... I'll do my best...
As they come near to each other, lips brushing.
FRASER SR.: Can you come into my office, son?
FRASER: I can't.
Janet quickly pulls away, embarrassed.
JANET: You're right.
FRASER: (to Janet) No, not you.
JANET: (even more embarrassed) I've got three kids sleeping over there, a husband somewhere I haven't settled up with yet. I just feel like I know you, you know?
FRASER: Yes, I know.
JANET: Excuse me.
She hurries out of the room.
FRASER: (to Fraser Sr.) Thanks very much.
FRASER SR.: Stop acting like a cadet who snuck a radiologist into the dorm. (off Fraser's look) It was before I met your mother.
FRASER: What do you want, Dad?
FRASER SR.: Sometimes people are vulnerable, their forces at a low ebb, as it were. It's not right to take advantage of people in such a position.
FRASER: You're right, Dad. I was behaving incorrectly. I -
FRASER SR.: Not you, son. Her.
Janet speaks from behind him.
JANET: I've got a sleeping bag in the car, I'll just go out and...
FRASER: No, please, take the couch. I can make other arrangements.
He moves away from the window.
VIEW OUT THE WINDOW
The black sedan slides to a halt at the curb.
EXT. STREET -- NIGHT
Inside the car, the two thugs settle down to watch the Consulate.
INT. CONSULATE - FOYER -- MORNING (DAY TWO)
Fraser is asleep on the floor outside his office door. THATCHER enters to find him.
THATCHER: Fraser, what is going on here?
FRASER: Ah, good morning, sir.
Janet appears in the doorway of Fraser's office, scantily dressed in a t-shirt and socks.
JANET: (to Thatcher) Hi... Do you have any deodorant?
THATCHER: I'm sure you have an explanation for this, Fraser. I'm looking forward to hearing it. In my office.
INT. CONSULATE - THATCHER'S OFFICE -- DAY
Thatcher comes through followed by Fraser. Thatcher turns to face him.
THATCHER: I'm disappointed in you, Fraser.
FRASER: It's not -
THATCHER: I understand that a man has needs and desires. You do have needs and desires, don't you?
FRASER: Yes sir. I mean... yes sir.
THATCHER: You find her pretty, then?
FRASER: She's... fit, sir.
THATCHER: (suddenly self conscious and wanting to close the subject) Put it in writing, Fraser. I'll expect a full report.
FRASER: Yes sir.
Fraser turns to go. Thatcher turns toward her desk.
WITH FRASER as Thatcher screams. He turns back.
Thatcher is gazing in horror at the floor behind her desk. Turnbull is lashed to the floor like Gulliver in the land of Lilliput. His mouth is gagged and his hands and feet are tied. This is obviously where he spent the night.
Thatcher drops to one knee and removes the gag.
TURNBULL: They're animals.
INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY
Francesca slaps a picture of the gunman down on one of the desks. Fraser and Janet look at it. The kids are in the background going through the desks.
FRANCESCA: We got lucky. The prints on the shotgun belong to this guy.
JANET: That's the shooter.
FRANCESCA: Name's Harvey Lopez. Works out of Denver. For a mob guy named Lester Richards. (flipping over a photo) Which would be this guy. Denver P.D. sent out all K.A.'s on both of them.
Ray takes a page from Francesca and starts to read.
JANET: Great. Every bounty hunter in the Southwest is going to be showing up here.
FRASER: What is the connection between Bradley Thompson and organized crime?
RAY: Ask her, she's the one who's looking for him.
JANET: For bail jumping.
RAY: And you just happen to have a couple of hit men trailing along behind you.
JANET: What are you implying?
RAY: I suppose you didn't know this Thompson is on the run with a bagful of mob money.
JANET: Bradley?
RAY: Bradley. The organized crime squad in Denver say the word is he ripped off Lester Richards for a couple mil. Richards has a contract out on him and I figure these guys are here to fill it.
He looks hard at Janet.
RAY (CONT'D): Maybe with a little help.
JANET: You think I'm working with them?
RAY: Well they couldn't just waltz in here and get police help to track him down could they?
JANET: Mother Teresa couldn't walk in here and get any help.
Ray looks at her sharply.
FRASER: Maybe we should be concentrating on finding Bradley Thompson.
RAY: How were you planning to do that?
FRASER: (to Janet) He's got two hit men and the police after him, not to mention a second bounty hunter. He can't go back to his motel room and he knows the cops on the street will be looking for his car.
JANET: If there were any cops on the street.
Ray gives her a look.
FRASER: What would he do in that situation?
JANET: (without hesitation) Find a woman to help him. (to Francesca) Could I impose on you for just a couple more hours?
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF CHICAGO -- DAY
CLOSE ON A Colorado license plate.
PAN UP TO REVEAL
A THREE WHEELED ALL TERRAIN VEHICLE
Ridden by a long haired one eyed bounty hunter in black leather. This is DEADEYE FINEBERG.
Behind him, in a MONSTER TRUCK, rides ANSELL FORD, in a leather flying helmet with night vision goggles pushed up on his forehead. He's unshaven, surly and wearing a chain mail sleeveless t-shirt.
FLOYD MCCAIN guns the engine on a camouflage painted military jeep, bristling with aerials. He looks medieval.
WILD BILL JACKSON looks too wild for the wild bunch. He's riding a chopped motorcycle. Bandoleers crisscross his chest.
They decide on their route and then roar off in convoy.
EXT. BAR -- DAY
Ray's car is parked outside the bar.
INT. BAR -- DAY
Fraser, Ray and Janet are talking to Helen, the waitress we saw outside the bar before. She seems tired, a little hung over and not terribly bright.
HELEN: I haven't seen him for days.
JANET: Come on, honey, we only want to help him.
HELEN: (to Janet) Yeah, I should really like believe that.
The door opens behind them. They turn to see
ANSELL, DEADEYE, WILD BILL and FLOYD file menacingly into the room. They say nothing. But they're obviously loaded for ba'ar.
Ray tries to pre-empt any trouble. He flashes his badge.
RAY: Chicago P.D., boys.
ANSELL: We want Bradley Thompson.
JANET: Yeah, well get in line.
Deadeye looks out the window. His POV - through the window - Bradley making a run for it across the parking lot.
DEADEYE: There!
Deadeye swings back his leather coat and brings up a sawed off shotgun on a strap. Floyd McCain pulls a gun too as they stampede for the door.
EXT. THE BAR -- DAY
Bradley heads down an alley.
ANSELL FORD appears at the foot of the alley. Bradley has nowhere to go. Ford moves slowly relentlessly toward him, bringing up an automatic machine pistol. Bradley retraces his steps. Only to find
Deadeye and McCain bearing down on him. Janet, Ray and Fraser from another angle. Bradley realizes there's no way to go. Except one. He turns and heads for the street. Until A CAR pulls up, blocking his escape. It's Wild Bill Jackson. Bradley is helpless now. He turns and turns. Hands in the air, as the noose tightens slowly around him.
Jackson, Deadeye, Ford and McCain all have him in their sights.
JANET: It's over. You're going back to Billings.
FORD: I saw him first.
DEADEYE: He's mine.
MCCAIN: He belongs to me.
SOUND (O.S.) GUNSHOT
Janet fires her gun into the ground. Everyone stops to look at her.
JANET: Alright, we all found him. We all got a claim on him. Except that I'm the dumb bastard who married him. So he's mine.
No one can argue with that logic.
END OF ACT THREE

ACT FOUR

INT. BAR -- DAY
Bradley is sitting at one of the tables in handcuffs. Helen is looking at him.
Ray, Fraser and Janet stand beside the table. It's like an episode of Sally Jessie and The Bounty Hunters are the audience.
BRADLEY: Well, here we are. Who would have thought it would come to this?
JANET: My mother, most of my girlfriends...
HELEN: Why didn't you tell me you had a wife?
WILD BILL: Don't lie to your woman, man.
DEADEYE: You can't build a relationship on mistrust.
BRADLEY: That's not the way it happened.
RAY: (to Janet) I guess you didn't think it was important to tell us he was your husband.
Janet shrugs.
JANET: I don't get help if I tell cops I'm looking for a deadbeat husband. Especially not my own deadbeat husband.
FRASER: (to Janet) Perhaps you should have told *me*.
Janet nods.
JANET: Yeah, I should have. (a beat) But I needed help and...
BRADLEY: Wait a minute, you and Sergeant Pepper got something going on?
JANET/HELEN: What do you care?
The Bounty Hunters care.
WILD BILL: (to Fraser) Well... do ya?
BRADLEY: She's still my wife.
DEADEYE: I think he still loves her.
JANET: I am not your wife. If I was your wife you wouldn't have walked out on me and your three kids. (a beat) Without even saying goodbye. (a beat) In the middle of the afternoon.
HELEN: (to Bradley) You got three kids?
Bradley shrugs apologetically, Helen runs out of the bar. Bradley watches her go philosophically.
BRADLEY: (to Janet) Uh, Jan, the thing with Helen. It didn't really mean anything.
JANET: Kinda like our marriage.
FRASER: (to Janet) It *is* possible your husband had a reason for leaving.
BRADLEY: (clutching at straws) Yeah.
Bradley is dying to hear what that reason might be.
JANET: Yeah, he had a reason. He's a pig, that's his reason.
FRASER: I'm referring to the killers pursuing him. Perhaps he didn't want to lead them back to his family.
DEADEYE: That takes guts.
BRADLEY: Yeah. Didn't think of that did you? A lot of guys would've led armed men to his family. I'm not one of those guys. If that's a crime, I'm guilty.
The Bounty Hunters are on Bradley's side now.
FORD: Give the guy a chance.
RAY: Excuse me, I hate to bust up a love connection but we still got the matter of an outstanding warrant so I think we should take this whole happy party back to the station and sort it out.
BRADLEY: You know this is all a big mistake.
RAY: It usually is.
He grabs Bradley's arm and lifts him to his feet.
BRADLEY: (to Janet) No, really, I mean it was just stupid.
JANET: That much I can believe.
Ray starts toward the door with the others following.
Ray stops to utter a warning to the Bounty Hunters.
RAY: You boys pull those weapons again in Chicago and you'll be saying good bye to 'em. Got it?
Murmurs of understanding. Bradley starts to talk, waving his hands as he does so. Fraser starts sniffing the air as soon as his hands start moving.
BRADLEY: See I was betting a little on the horses and I wound up owing Lester Richards about fifty grand, so he says he'll forget the whole thing if I just run this little errand for him. So I...
FRASER: Excuse me.
He takes one of Bradley's hands and examines it closely. Then he lifts it to his nose and sniffs it. Bradley yanks his hand away as if it had been burned.
BRADLEY: What are you doing?
FRASER: Nothing. Carry on.
BRADLEY: I thought you were going to kiss it. (to Ray) He wasn't going to kiss it was he?
RAY: You're lucky he didn't lick it.
He leads Bradley out the door.
EXT. BAR -- DAY
They step out the door, blinking in the sun.
BRADLEY: So anyway...
EXT. PARKING LOT NEAR BAR -- DAY
The dark sedan is parked in the lot. We see two men inside loading and checking shotguns and pistols as we hear Bradley talking in the distance.
BRADLEY (V.O.): I go pick up this package from some very nasty looking guys to take back to Lester. (a beat) So I opened the package.
The men finish their preparations and start the car.
EXT. BAR -- DAY
Ray, Fraser, Bradley and Janet are headed toward Ray's car.
BRADLEY: You ever see two million dollars? I'm looking at it and it's all green and beautiful. (he looks at Janet) I'm thinking this is my last chance to ever do anything for us. For the kids.
Ray just shakes his head.
BRADLEY (CONT'D): So I'm lying low for a few days, and I hear there's like a contract out on me and I figure maybe this hasn't been the best move I ever made.
I go to buy a couple guns from this guy I know, get busted for that, bail myself out and run like hell.
Bradley turns to Janet.
FRASER: To protect the children.
BRADLEY: Right, to protect them. And Janet.
Janet doesn't look totally convinced, but at least she doesn't look quite so angry.
BRADLEY (CONT'D): You don't know what it's like for me, you earning the money all the time. What it does to my self respect.
Bounty Hunters nod in agreement.
JANET: So what you're saying is you're not really a deadbeat, you're just really, really stupid.
BRADLEY: Right.
RAY: Touching. Get in the car.
He pushes Bradley toward the car. Before Bradley can get in, the dark sedan roars into the parking lot.
FRASER: Look out!
He pushes Ray and Janet down behind the car as a shotgun blast rips past them. Bradley tries to run, but is quickly cut off by the sedan. One of the men jumps out as the other keeps blasting away at the car, effectively pinning Ray, Fraser and Janet behind it.
In a moment, Bradley is shoved into the sedan and it roars away.
The Bounty Hunters pour eagerly through the door. Ray stops them cold.
RAY: No!
JANET: We've got to stop them, they'll kill Bradley.
FRASER: They won't kill him right away, they've had plenty of chances to do that already.
DEADEYE: He's on the lam again. That means he's fair game for all of us!
Ray looks at Janet and shrugs.
The Bounty Hunters rush to their vehicles and start their engines. As they peel away in a cloud of dust.
RAY: The question is where did they take him?
FRASER: To where he hid the money. And judging from the amount of mud and manure under his fingernails -
JANET: The stable.
As the three head for Ray's car.
EXT. AN INTERSECTION -- DAY
Ray's car pulls up to a stop sign.
THEIR POV
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD - the convoy of Bounty Hunters roars across in front of them from left to right.
INT. STABLE -- DAY
Bradley is digging a wide trench in the dirt of the stable floor. Harvey and Lester are standing over him.
BRADLEY: I don't see why this has to be so big. I mean it's only a suitcase.
You could bury a body in here. (realizes)
LESTER: Just do it, okay.
BRADLEY: I'm giving back the money. You said if I gave back the money...
LESTER: Dig.
He gestures to Bradley with the shotgun.
EXT. THE SUBURBS SOMEWHERE -- DAY
The Bounty Hunters have their vehicles pulled over to the side of the road.
They argue, pointing in various directions, arguing and blaming each other.
This escalates quickly into a shoving match.
EXT. STABLE -- DAY
Ray's car pulls into the yard. The three get out. Ray spots the dark sedan parked behind one of the buildings. He yanks out his cell phone and starts punching in a number.
RAY: (to Janet and Fraser) I'll get back-up. (into phone) This is Vecchio.
I got an emergency. I need back-up at the racetrack. (listens a beat) Don't!
Don't put me on... hold.
Muzak begins to play from the phone.
He looks around. Fraser and Janet are nowhere in sight.
RAY (CONT'D): Hey!
EXT. STABLE DOOR -- DAY
Janet and Fraser are at the door. Janet has her gun out.
FRASER: I think it would be advisable to wait for Ray.
JANET: Yeah, the strike ought to be over in a month or so.
FRASER: But I have no arrest authority here.
JANET: I do.
INT. STABLE -- DAY
Janet bursts into the stable and throws down on the two thugs.
JANET: Hold it right there.
Lester and Harvey look at her without much alarm. Lester grabs Bradley by the hair and points the shotgun at him.
LESTER: You want him dead.
Janet hesitates for a moment.
LESTER (CONT'D): Put down the gun.
BRADLEY: Don't do it, Janet, they'll kill you.
Janet looks at Bradley, surprised.
JANET: That's really unselfish Bradley.
BRADLEY: Thank you.
LESTER: Okay, he's a nice guy. I'm still going to kill him.
Janet hesitates for another beat, then drops her gun.
BRADLEY: Thanks. You shouldn't have done that, but thanks.
JANET: Well....
LESTER: Shut up. (to Bradley) Toss that bag up here.
Bradley tosses the bag up. Lester reaches down to pick it up. As he does so, Fraser vaults over one of the stalls and lands on Harvey. They wrestle for the shotgun. Lester runs off with the money. Janet reaches for her ankle holster, but before she can get the gun out, Fraser has disarmed Harvey. Ray runs in with his gun drawn.
FRASER: You can arrest this man, Ray. I'll get the other one.
Fraser runs off after Lester.
RAY: Hands behind your head.
Harvey scowls and clasps his hands behind his head. Ray yanks out his handcuffs.
BRADLEY: (to Janet tenderly) Janet...
JANET: (to Ray) Watch this one, too, OK? He's worth twenty five thousand bucks.
EXT. STABLE AREA -- DAY
Fraser bursts into the yard. No sign of anyone. Which way did Lester go?
Janet skids to a halt at Fraser's side. An unspoken agreement. She'll go one way; he'll go the other. They take off.
LESTER
Is in hiding behind a horsetrailer (or something). He's clutching the bag to his chest. THE YARD
A TEENAGER rumbles through on a dirtbike. Lester bursts from cover and runs to the kid, knocks him off the bike and vaults onto the seat.
FRASER
Appears at the far side of the yard. As the Bike pulls away, Fraser puts on the speed, legs pounding.
ANOTHER AREA OF THE YARD
Janet's trail has led her to the opposite end of the yard. She passes a couple
of horses tethered in the entrance to their stalls.
THE CORNER OF THE BARN
JANET'S POV - Fraser giving chase to Lester on the dirtbike as it tears through the barnyard.
JANET
looks back toward the horses.
FRASER
Is running at full tilt. But he's not closing the gap.
JANET: (yells) Fraser!
He turns and sees what she's indicating. They are both the same distance from the horses. They run for the horses, reaching them at the same time. They vault onto the backs of the two horses and thunder off after the dirtbike.
Lester is about to reach the busy street. This close to freedom.
Janet and Fraser split up.
Janet herds Lester away from the open gate.
Lester turns the bike into a hard turn to avoid Janet's horse. He almost wipes out. He gets control of the bike again as Fraser arrives at a gallop from the other direction, dives off his horse, taking Lester to the ground in a rolling tackle.
The money bag rolls free. And when the dust clears, Fraser stands over the unconscious Lester.
JANET is holding the money bag.
EXT. THE STABLE -- DAY
Fraser and Ray have Lester and Harvey in handcuffs in the back of Ray's car. Bradley, in handcuffs, and Janet stand off to one side.
BRADLEY: (to Janet) Well, could you just *loosen* the cuffs?
ANGLE INCLUDES
The road at the top of the frame. As the Convoy of lost Bounty Hunters roars by, from right to left this time. Hell bent for leather and totally lost.
END OF ACT FOUR

TAG

INT. POLICE STATION - BULLPEN -- DAY
Fraser is at Ray's desk as Ray finishes some paperwork. He's looking across the room at Janet, Bradley and the kids. The children are crawling all over Bradley and he's loving it. Janet is watching with a pleased expression.
FRASER: Those are nice kids.
RAY: Yeah.
FRASER: I hope their father doesn't have to go to jail.
RAY: He's working out a deal to testify against Lester Richards. He'll get immunity witness protection, the whole nine yards.
FRASER: That's good.
RAY: Yeah.
Janet notices Fraser looking at her and gets up and heads toward him.
RAY (CONT'D): Whatever.
He looks up to see that Fraser is gone.
INT. POLICE STATION - CORRIDOR -- DAY
Fraser and Janet walk along the corridor.
JANET: ...so I'm going to try to work out some arrangement with Bradley.
FRASER: Oh?
JANET: (quickly) Oh. Not like that. He'll come stay with us on weekends or something. I've got a garden shed I can make into a bunkhouse. He's not a great dad. Hell, he's not even a good dad. But the kids love him. So what can you do?
FRASER: I understand.
JANET: Good. Anyway, I want to thank you for all your help.
She kisses him on the cheek.
JANET (CONT'D): You were great.
Fraser doesn't quite know what to say. He smiles, Janet smiles back, then turns and walks away. Fraser Sr. appears behind him.
FRASER SR.: You did the right thing.
FRASER: I know.
FRASER SR.: A man always feels better when he's done his duty.
Fraser thinks for a moment.
FRASER: When you were out there all those months, without Mom. Didn't you ever feel... Lonely.
FRASER SR.: (cheerfully) Every second, son. Every second.
FRASER: That's what I thought.
Ray is coming down the hall toward Fraser.
RAY: Benny, let's get something to eat.
FRASER: Thank you, Ray, but I'm a little short of cash today.
RAY: That's okay. I'm flush, I'm buying.
FRASER: That's very nice of you.
RAY: Hey, what are friends for, Benny. What are friends for?
They walk off together along the hall.
THE END