Flashbacks to summarize All the Queen's Horses
Cook County Department of Corrections
[Randall Bolt's prison cell]
Bolt dreams of the Musical Ride's maneuver that prevented his escape from his
murderous escapade on the nuclear sabotaged Chicago bound train.
Randall Bolt: No!
Prison guard: You got a visitor.
Randall Bolt: Well, then, there, now. I'm handling my own defense. So. It's
that no account lawyer. You can feed him to the pigs while his bones are still
soft.
Prison guard: It's your brother.
Randall Bolt: Different story, Morning Glory.
[Visitor room]
Francis Bolt: You need a haircut, Randall.
Randall Bolt: Well, at least I still got most of mine, bro.
Francis Bolt: Don't start.
Randall Bolt: But my hair-do is the least of my problems.
Francis Bolt: Don't let hygiene take a back seat.
Randall Bolt: I'm incarcerated here, Francis.
Francis Bolt: It's important, Randall.
Randall Bolt: I could be facing lethal injections, isn't that right?
Francis Bolt: Oh, I don't think so.
Randall Bolt: You don't think so. Ha. I've got a hanging judge out there. You
don't think he's filling up that big needle right now, getting ready to send me
off to my final reward.
Francis Bolt: No. No, I don't.
Randall Bolt: Why is that, Francis?
Francis Bolt: Because the family would never permit it.
Randall Bolt: The family?
Francis Bolt: As you know the family is dedicated to your cause. Even now,
we're preparing a care package for the day of your trial. Planning for the
possibility that there might be some waiting involved.
Randall Bolt: What about the cousins? Are they still behind me?
Francis Bolt: As they always have been. You recall the games we used to play
in Uncle Jimmy's mortuary?
Randall Bolt: Those weren't games, Francis. You pickled my dogs.
Francis Bolt: Let the dogs go, Randall.
Randall Bolt: They were dead.
Francis Bolt: Let them go, I say. Think instead of Dracula.
Randall Bolt: Dracula?
Francis Bolt: Exactly.
Randall Bolt: You mean? You mean the time . . . the time the cousins hid
themselves in the coffin?
Francis Bolt: And Vernon suffered his first asthma attack.
Randall Bolt: How is his asthma by the way?
Francis Bolt: Well, he still suffers, but he's discovered the attacks are
bearable if he has a knife in his hand.
Randall Bolt: What about Gabe? Are he and Vernon still close?
Francis Bolt: Like peas in a pod. Course Gabe still has his problem. It seems
that on occasion he finds himself incapable of resisting the urge to get loaded
and lately he's developed the taste for things somewhat more explosive.
Randall Bolt: Well, uh . . . This news about the family is, uh, very
encouraging, Francis. Very encouraging. Encouragement is what I need right
now. I mean cause I have been having a devil of the time in here. Right
fellas?
Francis Bolt: It's interesting that you should mention the devil. Our father
was at the pulpit last Sunday. God decided to show him a vision. He showed him
the face of Satan.
Randall Bolt: What does Satan look like?
Francis Bolt: Well, the curious thing is, from a theological standpoint, Satan
has two faces. [holds up two photos of Fraser and Vecchio]
Randall Bolt: Well. We all have to reconcile our past, don't we?
Francis Bolt: Prison has made you something of a philosopher, Randall.
Randall Bolt: A man cannot be free, Francis, until he erases his mistakes.
[spits on photos]
[Canadian Consulate, conference room]
Media Relations: Constable Fraser. You're on a train loaded with explosives,
full of Royal Canadian Mounted Policemen, and you're headed toward a nuclear
disaster. And you avert that disaster. Now how does that make you feel?
Fraser: Feel?
Media Relations: Feel.
Fraser: Fine.
Media Relations: Cut. Constable. I'd like you to imagine a spotlight. A big
spotlight. 72 thousand watts of spotlight. And it is focused on you. You are
the center of a media frenzy which we are trying to capitalize on. [Opens door.
Reporters try to press in calling Constable Fraser's name] Take a look at these
people. [Closes door.] You're already on their television sets. And on the
covers of their magazines but they want more. They want your inner soul. So
let's think Roseanne. Show them your scars.
Fraser: With respect, 'mam, [cough] I thought it was our unstated protocol to
avoid the appearance of currying favor with the media.
Media Relations: We sold out to Disney, Fraser. That's about as curried as it
gets. Now, you're going to have to trust me on this. I am an RCMP Media
Relations Expert and I'd like us to focus on the details. Now I want you to
tell us how you got from the horse car to the engine room.
Fraser: Ah. Well. Um. [cough] I followed Inspector Thatcher up the ladder, we
then ran along the top of the train. Inspector Thatcher stopped, turned, we
engaged in a conversation that lead to us discovering ourselves . . .
Thatcher: Uh, Constable! That was terrific, Constable, marked improvement, but
could I have a quick word with you.
Fraser: Excuse me.
Thatcher: Fraser, our . . .um . . . what would be the word for it?
Fraser: Contact?
Thatcher: Contact. Yes. That's a good word. Our . . . contact . . . in my
opinion, is not something that is needing to be publicly aired.
Fraser: Since it had no bearing on the outcome of the event, I agree.
Furthermore, sir, I followed your instructions and I've tried to . .uh . .
erase the . . . contact . . . from my memory.
Thatcher: You have.
Fraser: Yes.
Thatcher: And have you succeeded? [Flashback of the kiss on the train]
Fraser: No. [Door opens and Cooper, bearing refreshments, enters]
Fraser and Thatcher together: Ah.
Thatcher: we were just . . .
Cooper: Sorry to interrupt. But. I have a coffee. I also have the Java.
And, Holy Mollie, I forgot the sweetener. If you could give me a couple of
ticks, I'll be right back.
Reporter: Constable, if I could ask you just one question.
Cooper: I'm sorry. I forgot the sweetener. I have no comment. No comment at
all. [Cooper dogs his way through the reporters as Vecchio comes in.]
Vecchio: Excuse me, please. Excuse me.
Reporter: Who are you with?
Vecchio: Who am I with? I'm with me, Ray Vecchio, the guy who saved Illinois.
Who are you with?
Reporter: Are you the detective who was on the train?
Vecchio: I just wasn't on the train, baby, I stopped the train.
Reporter: Could I, please, have just a few words?
Vecchio: Sure.
Reporter: Thank you. Rolling?
Cameraman: Rolling.
Reporter: I'm standing now with someone who was actually on the train.
Detective Vecchio, answer me just one question.
Vecchio: Go ahead.
Reporter: What's the Mountie like? [Vecchio leaves in disgust]
Reporter: Detective Vecchio?!
[In Riv]
Fraser: You're not talking?
Vecchio: No.
Fraser: You're really not talking.
Vecchio: That's right, Fraser. I'm really not talking.
Fraser: Just so I can be really clear in my own mind, Ray, other than telling
me you're not talking, you're in fact, not talking?
Vecchio: That's about the size of it.
Fraser: I see. Is there something I should know?
Vecchio: You should.
Fraser: Well, this thing that I should know do you think you could perhaps
provide me with a hint what it might be? [Shows magazine featuring Fraser, no
mention of Vecchio.]
Fraser: Oh. I see. Well, um. I suppose I should probably just um . . .
Vecchio: Get out of my car.
Fraser: Understood. [Fraser leaves car. Vecchio tosses out magazine.]
Fraser: Thanks, Ray. [Vecchio drives off. Francis Bolt watches from van across
street.]
[3J West Racine.]
Dief: Whines.
[Fraser's Apartment] Fraser: What do you want?
[Vecchio Home] Vecchio: Nothing. Every time I open this box, I'm full of hope
and all I get is a choice between dill pickles and Asiago cheese.
Together: It's like having your knees cut out from under you.
[Apartment] Fraser: He's feeling slighted and not without justification. After
all, if you go to extreme lengths and your efforts are ignored ---
[Home] Vecchio: --- it only makes a guy feel like . . . awww. What do I feel
like? Am I angry? Am I depressed? Am I just jealous?
Together: I'm talking to myself. It's ridiculous.
[Apartment] Fraser: It's ridiculous.
[Fraser talks to an empty chair set in the middle of the room. Ray talks to the
vacant spot beside him on the couch.]
Together: Nevertheless, we really have to try -
[Apartment] Fraser: To talk this out.
[Home] Vecchio: We put that guy behind bars. He's ready to go to trial. Now I
walk into that room today, this little bouncy reporter comes up to me and I'm
thinking 'Alright, Ray, here's your chance. Here's a little reward for putting
yourself in harm's way one more time. What's the first question she asks me?
So what's the Mountie like? [laughs despairingly] So what's the Mountie like.
He's Superman, alright, what do you expect me to say, he's a moron? He dresses
up in that damn red suit every single day of his life like a sign post.
[Apartment] Fraser: Come on, Ray, that's not fair. I don't wear it all the
time. The truth is there are times I wish I didn't have to wear it. I mean,
the thing itches. It itches 365 days of the year. Unless, of course, it's a
leap year in which case it itches for 366 days. The point is I don't wear it
intentionally. It's part of my obligation.
[Home] Vecchio: We are not talking about clothes here, Fraser, okay, we are
talking about you The most irritating man in the world.
[Apartment] Fraser: Ray, I know I irritate you, but you have to believe me, I
am not trying to irritate you. It's not part of some sort of master plan. You
know, the fact of the matter is, I often try to imagine how you would handle a
given situation. Just the other day, for instance, I saw this woman who was in
a wheel chair and she was having difficulty with a set of doors. I was just
about to help her when all of a sudden I have your voice in my head, 'Hey,
Fraser, what the hell is wrong with you. You gotta help every cripple in the
greater Chicago area? You mean, what the hell do you think they have those
handicap buttons for.'
[Home] Vecchio: So they can feel good about themselves. So they can do
something on their own without some do gooder's help. But, no, what do you do?
You help her through anyway. You wheel her out and help her into a cab.
[Apartment] Fraser: which promptly ran over my foot. But the point of the
anecdote is this that while I was helping her, I knew that you would be
irritated with me. And I'm sooory, but I seem . . . I seem to be powerless to
prevent that. I don't know. I don't know if it is some sort of flaw in my
upbringing, or some genetic abnormality, or perhaps it's some aberrant property
in the Tuktoyaktuk water system.
[Home] Vecchio: Don't put this on the water, Fraser, this is a conscious thing
that you do, okay. You cover everything up. You squash it down. It's like
that time with Frobisher, when that guy, Counter, he stabbed you in the
shoulder.
[Apartment] Fraser: Geiger.
[Home] Vecchio: What?
[Apartment] Fraser: The man's name was Geiger.
[Home] Vecchio: His name is Geiger Counter?
[Apartment] Fraser: No, just Geiger. No Counter. And he stabbed me in the
leg.
[Home] Vecchio: Leg. Shoulder. What difference does it make?
[Apartment] Fraser: Well, Ray, when you're the one being stabbed the
difference is remarkable.
[Home] Vecchio: The point is, Fraser, he stabbed you. And were you angry?
[Apartment] Fraser: I was in pain.
[Home] Vecchio: We are talking about anger here, Fraser, a human emotion. Are
you human? Because if you are, human beings feel things. Okay? They feel
anger. They feel love. They feel lust and fear. And sometimes, I know you
don't want to hear this, sometimes they even cry.
[Fraser hears knock at door. Vecchio goes to answer his door.]
[Apartment] Fraser: Ray?
[Home] Vecchio: Fraser?
[Fake Fraser hits Vecchio. Fake Vecchio hits Fraser. Masks come off to reveal
Vernon and Gabe.]
[Francis Bolt's hideout. Francis Bolt dumps a bucket of water over Fraser.]
Fraser: Arghhh!
Francis Bolt: That's a fine animal you have. Fifty percent wolf if I'm not
mistaken.
Fraser: What have you done to him?
Francis Bolt: He's alright. He'll wake up soon. Please, answer the question.
Perhaps you're missing a full appreciation of your situation. You're tied up.
[Pulls out a gun] This is a gun. Ergo, you are my prisoner. So if I ask a
question I expect an answer without hesitation. Now, where did you get the
animal?
Fraser: It's rather a long story.
Francis Bolt: I have time.
Fraser: I've forgotten most of it.
Francis Bolt: Well, that's unfortunate. It's an interesting story and bears
repeating. Mid May. 212 miles north west of White Horse in the Yukon
Territories. Is, wait, is that territories or territory.
Fraser: Territory.
Francis Bolt: Thank you. I crave accuracy. So, you'd been dispatched to track
down big game poachers that were coming across the border from Alaska. Despite
your training, you could not have foreseen that the poachers would convert a
mine shaft into a bear trap. You had no idea how long you'd laid there. When
you came to, you discovered you were not alone. Your first thought was to save
the animal. That's admirable, but not without certain drawbacks. When you came
to, you were alone without any visible means of escape. So you sat down to
collect your thoughts, but how could you have thought that the animal would be
so grateful as to come back and try and repay the favor? You were knocked out
for a third time, but despite the gaffe a bond was formed and you've been
together ever since. You're wondering, of course, how I know the details of
this story. Suffice to say, I know many things, and it's no accident that you
were on board that train. Can you guess who I am now?
Fraser: Yes. I think I can. Your name would be Francis Bolt. You were born
in Oregon in 1949.
Francis Bolt: 1950.
Fraser: 1950. You are a theoretical mathematician by training and a recluse by
choice. You have a younger brother named Randall.
Francis Bolt: Who you arrested. That was a mistake.
Fraser: He broke the law. I would arrest him again in a heart beat.
Francis Bolt: You would? Well, let's see what your friend has to say about
that. Shall we? [kicks rug and Vecchio rolls out] Detective Vecchio. I'd
like it if you could talk your friend over there into apologizing. [removes
gag]
Vecchio: Well, you're out of luck, pal, cause I'm not talking to him.
Francis Bolt: My brother's problem is the same problem that plagues all
geniuses.
Vecchio: Can't get a date?
Francis Bolt: You are a wise acre, Detective, whereas I am a mathematician. I
look for symmetry, for order within chaos. Let us take the Charter Train quoted
56023 for example. You are here to account for your part in thwarting my plan.
[Flashback of Vecchio's part in stopping the train.]
Flashback Vecchio: Hit the brakes.
Present Francis Bolt: A plan rigorous in its detail. And as a wise man once
said, God is in the details. So. It is to God you both now will answer. Oh,
by the way, have either of you ever worn a Mexican poncho?
[Courtroom in Justice Building]
Court Official: In the matter of the State of Illinois versus Randall K. Bolt,
the accused is herein charged with two counts of murder in the first degree.
One count of attempted murder. One count of possession of a controlled or
illegal substance.
[Hallway outside courtroom.]
Security: Thank you. Would you raise your arm, please.
Asst. States Attorney: Where is he?
Thatcher: I don't know.
Asst. States Attorney: We are getting down to the wire here, Inspector.
[Courtroom]
Court Official: One count of possession and transportation of explosives with
intent to commit a felony. One count of grand theft.
[Thatcher at pay phone in hallway]
Thatcher: No, Mr. Mustafi, it's not dangerous. I just want you to knock on
Constable Fraser's door.
[Courtroom]
Court Official: One count of hijacking. Thirty-two counts of assault. And one
count of advocacy of the overthrow of the government of the United States of
America by force or violence.
Judge Brock: Do you understand these charges?
Randall Bolt: Could you, uh, could you like repeat these just so they're real
clear in my head?
[Hallway outside Courtroom.]
Asst. States Attorney: We're in the middle of openings, for God's sakes.
Thatcher [to phone]: Alright, Lieutenant, I appreciate it." [Hangs up phone,
leaves, Francis Bolt passes by unnoticed.]
[Courtroom]
Judge Brock: Let it be duly noted that the defense waves its right to an
opening statement. The State will call its first witness, please.
Sheldrake: Thank you, your honor. The State calls Constable Benton Fraser.
Asst. States Attorney: Your honor, cough. [whispers to Sheldrake] . . . the
phone . . . we tried . . . we couldn't get a hold of . . .
Judge Brock: Is there a problem, Ms. Sheldrake?
Sheldrake: It would appear, your honor, that Constable Fraser has been delayed.
Perhaps I could, maybe . . .
Judge Brock: Perhaps you could what? We barely got our toes in the pond and
you've lost your first witness? This does not inspire confidence on the bench,
counselor.
Sheldrake: I understand that, your honor, however, I'd anticipated that this
witness' testimony would cover the bulk of today's . . .
Judge Brock: You should invest in a calendar, counselor. You'd be surprised
how much time you've had to prepare for this case.
Sheldrake: I'm aware of the time I've had to prepare . . .
Judge Brock: If your witness does not appear . . .
[Door in back of courtroom opens. Vecchio and Fraser, wearing a poncho modified
for two heads, shuffle in.]
Sheldrake: My witness is here, your honor.
Judge Brock: So glad you could join us, Constable Fraser. This trial was about
to go south. Would you mind taking the stand.
Fraser: Not at all, your honor, but I'm not sure it would benefit the court.
[Jerks head to the side.]
Judge Brock: Are you pleading the fifth, son? Is that what you're doing?
Fraser: No, your honor, but I don't think that my taking the stand would
benefit this trial. [Head jerk to the side.]
Vecchio: I think what he's trying to say, your honor, is that now might be a
good time for a short recess.
Judge Brock: Who the hell are you?
Vecchio: Detective Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD.
Judge Brock: Are you two joined at the hip?
Vecchio: In a manner of speaking, yes.
Fraser: I think what the detective is suggesting, your honor, is that perhaps
now is a . . well, perhaps, your honor would feel the urge to say . . . I
don't know, uh . . . step out. [Both jerk their heads to the side.]
Judge Brock: Are you telling me I have to go to the bathroom?
Fraser: Well, that's an idea. Perhaps, uh, members of the jury would feel the
need to relieve, relieve themselves. As a matter of fact, one does now. [Both
jerk heads to the side.]
Judge Brock: Do you two suffer from Tourettes?
Together: Uh, not that we're aware of.
Judge Brock: Then what's with the ticks? Now unless you want to get hit with a
contempt charge, you'd better have a good reason why you're not sitting in that
box right now.
Francis Bolt: Excuse me, but uh, he does have a reason, your honor.
Judge Brock: Who the hell are you?
Francis Bolt: A friend of justice.
Judge Brock: What the hell is going on here?
Francis Bolt: May I remove this poncho?[Removes poncho to reveal the bombs
strapped to both Fraser and Vecchio.]
Randall Bolt: Different story, Morning Glory.
Francis Bolt: This courtroom is ours.
Randall Bolt: Bang, bang, your honor.
[Ford's Field Command in building across from the Justice Building]
Ford: Anything?
Agent 1: No, not a thing.
Ford: What's the count?
Agent 1: We have twenty in the building.
Ford: Communications?
Agent 2: Still nothing. The hard lines have been severed.
Ford: Where are the response teams?
Deeter: They'll be here in five.
Ford: Alright, till they get here, we're gonna . . . [phone rings]
Ford: Ford.
Voice of Randall Bolt: Good morning, Glory. I need you to bring something to
me.
[Courtroom]
Randall Bolt: Yes, and that something would be a helicopter, do you, do you
happen to have a Bell Star? That would be nice, wouldn't it? A Bell Star?
[thip, thip, thip, thip, laughter] I mean, after all, I've been kind enough to
clear out most of the building for you so the least you can do for me, I think,
is get that chopper on the roof within forty five minutes. If you're wondering
about my destination, it's none of your beeswax, nosy parkers.
[Field Command]
Deeter: What's a nosy parker?
[Courtroom]
Randall Bolt: Oh, by the way, I am sending you a liaison in the person of
Inspector Thatcher, RCMP.
[Field Command]
Agent Shorren: We have another one. [Sees Thatcher cross lot between
buildings.
Ford: Get the woman up here. What's the count?
Agent 1: Nineteen inside, that includes Judge Brock, the twelve jurors,
Detective Vecchio, and the Mountie.
[Courtroom]
Randall Bolt: Before we proceed, are there any final instructions from the
bench? [Laugh] What do you know? The bench isn't talking [shakes the bound
judge's head for him. Laughter]
Francis Bolt: Randall! Fifteen minutes, Randall.
Randall Bolt: I'll be there.
Francis Bolt: Randall, we leave in fifteen minutes. End of sentence.
Randall Bolt: Francis! I am standing here in front of a jury of my peers, for
God's sake. When you use that tone of voice, I hear Mom, and when I hear Mom, I
feel humiliated.
Francis Bolt: This is not a point for debate, Randall. I will not have you ruin
this plan the way you ruined my plan for the train. Now you can have all the
spotlight your ego demands . . .
Fraser [aside to Vecchio]: I realize you're not talking to me but I thought I'd
take the liberty of posing a question anyway. Why would you order a helicopter
to arrive in forty five minutes if you intend to depart in fifteen?
Francis Bolt: . . . with or without you. End of discussion. [Randall Bolt
sniffs in indignation, activates television camera.]
Randall Bolt: Wake up, America. The enemy is among us! Two men stand before
you, accused of treason. Their co-conspirator is no less than the American so
called government. Which daily denies our rights enshrined in the Constitution.
Fathers of Confederation sound the alarm! The same alarm sounded on April
18th, 1775 by a simple silversmith named Paul Revere.

[In front of Justice Building]
Tracy Wightman [television news reporter]: This live feed is coming to you from
the state courthouse in the heart of Chicago where the Randall . . .
Ford's voice: Change it.
Lester Holt [Channel 2 news room anchor man]: . . . continues where he left
off. Randall Bolt on trial for acts of terrorism and murder . . .
[Field Command]
Ford: Change it.
Heather Park [Channel 8 reporter]: Again we have no idea at this time what his
demands are.
Ford: Change it back.
Randall Bolt [on tv screen]: Saddle up one . . .
Ford: Where the hell is that signal coming from?
Deeter: I don't know. Must be court tv.
Ford: Well, cut the signal. We'll go to full black out on this one. What kind
of weapons have they got?
Thatcher: Semi automatics, assault rifles, handguns.
Deeter: How'd they get it through?
Thatcher: They put one of their own on security.
Agent 2: Circuit box is in the building.
Ford: Well, cut the cable, blow the dish, I don't care what you do. Stop the
signal. [Snaps finger at Thatcher] Come mere. Okay, darling, the bomb. Is it
real?
Thatcher: Did you just call me darling?
Ford: I have no idea. Is the bomb real?
Thatcher: Can we afford to assume otherwise?
Ford: Smart girl. Okay! Bring in the teams. Let's go, men.
[Courtroom]
Randall Bolt: . . . tell he finally reached Concord where he sounded his alarm. The British are coming.
Fraser: Objection. If I may. Your tract contains certain inaccuracies.
Revere was unquestioningly a patriot but he did not make that ride alone nor did
he reach Concord.
Randall Bolt: Oh, he didn't, did he, smarty pants.
Fraser: No, he didn't. Revere, a doctor named Prescott, and a man named Dawes
set out together from Lexington. On route, Dawes and Revere were detained by
the British.
Randall Bolt: So who did get to Concord?
Fraser: Dr. Prescott. Who's been largely ignored by history in part because of
the distortions in Longfellow's poem. Distortions, I might add, you are
perpetuating in this courtroom.
Randall Bolt: Objections.
Vecchio: Fraser, if you want to get us killed why don't you just use the bombs.
Fraser: I'm glad to see you're talking to me again, Ray.
Randall Bolt: Does the bench sustain? [Nods the judge's head for him] Yes, it
does.
Fraser: Furthermore, your assertion that he was a simple silversmith . . .
Francis Bolt: Randall, fifteen minutes.
Randall Bolt: Ha! [Waves a gun at jury] the jury will now retire to deliberate
the verdict. On, you huskies! And the judge will be put out into the street
with the rest of the trash.
Francis Bolt: The heart monitors I've attached to your chests are now active.
If your combined heart rates exceed 200 it's bye-bye, boys.
Fraser [looks at Vecchio]: Oh, dear.
[Ford's Field Command]
Ford: We have nineteen inside. Twelve of them non-combatants. Now they are
requesting helicopter dust off. Let's take a look at the big board.
Thatcher [to agent]: Can you get me a list of all the trials that were on the
slate today?
[Vernon is trying to open a safe. Francis Bolt hums.]
[Courtroom]
Fraser: Calm? [Vecchio shrugs]
Fraser: Good. Alright. Now, three wires. Red. White. Blue. Now if I
remember correctly, it was the Continental Congress of 1872 that spelled out the
meaning of the colors and the seal. Red was meant to stand for hardiness and
courage. And White was meant to stand for purity and innocence. And Blue was
meant to stand for vigilance and justice all of which no terrorist would object
to so where does that leave us?
Vecchio: In the middle of a courtroom, strapped to a bomb, waiting to blow up,
where do you think it leaves us?
Fraser: Ray, Ray, don't get excited.
Vecchio: Look, we are going to die. You want me to pretend that I'm happy
about it?
Fraser: Ray, if you're bitten by a rattlesnake, the safest course of action is
to lower your metabolic rate.
Vecchio: This is not a rattlesnake. This is plastic explosives.
Fraser: But the same principle should apply.
Vecchio: You should listen to yourself sometime. You sound like a robot.
Fraser: Ray, just calm down.
Vecchio: Don't tell me to calm down, okay, I'm looking at judgment day, here,
alright. Don't tell me to calm down!
Fraser: Ray, if we just work together.
Vecchio: Can you honestly say that you are calm right now?
Fraser: No! No. I'm - I'm - uh . . .
Vecchio: What?
Fraser: Well, I'm concerned.
Vecchio: Concerned? That's it? You don't feel anger? You're not angry?
Fraser: No. Not exactly, no.
Vecchio: Will you just admit that you're a human being. Just once in your
life, can you admit that you're a human being? [Heart rates rapidly climb]
Fraser: Please . . . please . . . . [drops head] Ohmmmmmmmmm!
Vecchio: What are you doing?
Fraser: I'm dropping my heart rate. [hmmmmmmmmm]
Vecchio: In the middle of an argument?
Fraser: Don't let me stop you. [hmmmmmmmmmmm]
Vecchio: I'm going to kill you.
Fraser: It's very possible. [hmmmmmmm] I've never hated you, Ray. I've envied
you, maybe.
Vecchio: Envied me?
Fraser [nods head yes]: I'm not proud of it but you have a kind of freedom I
wish I had. A sort of existential honesty.
Vecchio: Are you saying I'm honest?
Fraser: In your heart, yes.
[Ford's Field Command]
Agent: Courtroom One, on going manslaughter. Two, fraud. First day. Three is
a series of misdemeanors.
Thatcher: Hold it. What's the fraud?
Ford [to command team]: Roof top ETA is 13:05. Blue Team will be in readiness
in staging area A. White Team will be in like readiness in staging area C. On
my go we move. Any questions?
Thatcher: Yes. Scuse me. Can I see you? I know this man. He won't leave
anything to chance. He'll have anticipated us.
Ford: I appreciate your thoughts, darling, I really do, but let's get something
straight. This isn't a train. You're on my turf now.
Thatcher: He called me darling again.
[Vern is attempting to open safe]
Francis: The clock is ticking, Vern. Time is money.
[Courtroom]
Vecchio: Fraser, wake up.
Fraser: Are you calm?
Vecchio: Yes. I'm calm.
Fraser: Are you sure you're calm?
Vecchio: I said I'm calm. Now don't get me aggravated. What was blue again?
Fraser: Blue stood for vigilance and justice.
Vecchio: Justice.
Fraser: Uh-huh.
Vecchio: We're in the Justice Building.
Fraser: That's it!
Vecchio: Benny, calm down.
Fraser. No. No! You got it!
Vecchio: I said calm down!
Fraser: No, Ray, you got it!
Vecchio: Calm down!
Together: Ohmmmmmmm!
Vecchio: Are you calm?
Fraser: Yes. So, it's blue.
Vecchio: Yeah, it's blue. Maybe.
Fraser: Okay, well, let's go with blue.
Vecchio: No, you go with blue.
Fraser: Why don't you go with blue?
Vecchio: Because you're better at this.
Fraser: Maybe we should both go with blue.
Vecchio: Okay.
Fraser: Okay.
Vecchio: Alright. One. Two. Three.
[Both pull out blue cord from bomb. No explosion]
[Field Command]
Ford: Alright, let's make ready. [Teams move out.]
Vecchio and Fraser run from courtroom to hallway. Fraser carries the bomb in a
satchel. A parody on the statue justice is blind, the juror stands blindfolded
and holding a set of scales. She is wired with a bomb.
Fraser: 'Mam, just try to remain calm.
Vecchio: Fraser! [look at an elaborate digital wiring set up]
Fraser [to juror]: Be right back. Don't more. [Both enter stairwell. Next
floor, another juror is similarly wired. So are the next two.]
Vecchio: Twelve floors in the building, twelve members on the jury.
Fraser: Station one on every floor and are linked to the same detonator
frequency.
Vecchio: So when they blow, the whole building goes. What's our time?
[Ford's Field Command]
Ford: Where the hell is it?
Agent 2: Choppers in the air.
Ford: Alright, gentlemen. Showtime. [phone rings]
Voice of Randall Bolt: Inspector Thatcher. Before your colleagues see fit to
send in the response teams which they have no doubt been readying why don't you
take a gander at the fort.
Randall Bolt: I have it on good authority that our judge is an avid fan of the
death penalty so I think he should lead by example. Oh, it was a sad day when
Illinois opted for that lethal injection. You know, I mean, call me old
fashion, but uh, I think, there's something, I don't know, elegant about the
electric chair, [Laughter] Look closely and you'll see that our man is wired
for sound.
Shorren: He's for real.
Randall Bolt: You have fourteen minutes to get me that chopper.
Ford: Response teams stand down.
Randall Bolt: If you fail, [points gun toward judge] first I'll do the judge,
[aims overhead] then I'll do the jury.
[Fraser and Vecchio on top of roof]
Vecchio: Where the hell are they? They should be here.
Fraser: Unless the helicopter was a diversion.
Shorren: We have movement on the roof.
Thatcher: Fraser. [She stands in the large window]
Fraser [tosses Vecchio the bag]: Hold this, will you?
Vecchio: Why are we carrying around our own bomb with us?
Fraser: It might come in handy. [Fraser stands on roof ledge and starts doing
semaphore]
Ford: What the hell is he doing?
Thatcher: Semaphore.
Vecchio: Hey, Fraser, if you're gonna jump, jump. Just don't stand there
waving your arms around.
Fraser: I'm not going to jump, Ray, it's semaphore. In the absence of a phone,
its the best we can do.
Fraser [in semaphore]: What is the status of the response team?
Thatcher [in semaphore]: Standing down.
Fraser [in semaphore]: Do not activate. The jury is gang linked to explosives.
Thatcher [in semaphore]: Where are the terrorists?
Fraser [in semaphore]: I have no idea. Do you?
Thatcher [in semaphore]: I'm not the one who's in the building. Moron.
Vecchio: What did she say?
Fraser: She called me a moron.
Vecchio: She's a very perceptive woman.
Fraser [in semaphore]: Could you have someone retrieve Diefenbaker?
Thatcher [in semaphore]: Ask Vecchio about the . . .
Ford: What are you saying? [Thatcher ignores him]
Thatcher [in semaphore]: Ask Vecchio about the . . .
Ford: What are you telling him? [Thatcher ignores him] Hey! Darling! Talk
to me! [Thatcher's semaphore movement *smacks* him in the nose] Ow!!
Fraser [in semaphore]: Ask Vecchio about green cheese?
Thatcher [in semaphore]: Spelling mistake. Ask Vecchio about Gambello case.
And pick up coffee on return to Consulate.
Fraser [in semaphore]: Understood. End communication.
[Stair well in Justice Building]
Fraser: Ray tell me about the Gambello case.
Vecchio: Big scale fraud. Thirty million dollars in US bearer bonds, like cash
in hand.
Fraser: Those bonds are in this building; they're evidence as part of that
trial.
Vecchio: So the helicopter was a diversion? They'll grab the bonds and head
out where?
Fraser: Well, the sewers probably and then they'll detonate from a safe
distance.
[Vernon succeeds in opening safe.]
Francis Bolt: Thank you, cousin, your reward is nigh.
[Fraser's apartment. Diefenbaker is chained to the footlocker]
Dief: Woof.
Cooper: Diefenbaker. Hello, you don't know me. My name's Cooper. I'm a
friend of Benton's. Benton is in trouble. He specifically asked for you,
Diefenbaker. Do you understand? [puts Dief on leash. Dief takes off]
Whoa!!!!! Easy, easy! Whoa!!!!!
[Interior of Justice Building]
Vecchio [presses elevator buttons]: They must have jammed them. Now what?
Fraser: I have an idea but you're not going to like it. [They look down the
long elevator cable]
Vecchio: You gotta be kiddin' me.
Fraser: I told you wouldn't like it.
[Lot in between buildings, police barriers holding back people]
Cooper: Pardon me. [Dief breaks through barrier, dragging Cooper, spinning the
bound judge.
Ford: Who the hell is that? [Thatcher shrugs. Dief gets through a door that
stops Cooper]
Fraser [slides down the elevator cable, Vecchio holding onto him]: Uh-oh. [his
glove smokes from friction.]
Vecchio: What is it?
Fraser: Oh, it's nothing. Just a little friction. [Glove breaks into flames.]
Oh, dear.
Vecchio: What?
Fraser: Well, it would appear, yep, I'm on fire, Ray.
Vecchio: Oh, well. At least the whole day was a total write off. [Fraser's
arm and shoulder on fire, extinguishes at bottom of shaft.
Vecchio: Well, that was lucky.
Fraser: Well, not luck exactly, there's usually a puddle at the bottom of an
elevator shaft.
Vecchio: No, there isn't.
Ford: Actually there is, see the condensation . . .
Vecchio: Shut up.
[Field Command]
Ford: Where's the chopper?
Deeter: At the boundary marker 3 miles out.
Ford: Shorren, get the teams back to full readiness.
Shorren: Sir!!
[Interior of Justice Building]
[Bolt brothers tie up the cousins Vern and Gabe]
Francis Bolt: Sorry about that, cousins, but it makes the math easier.
Randall Bolt: Yep. No long division. [Leave with bonds in a satchel.]
[Fraser and Vecchio hide in wait for the Bolts]
Fraser [to Dief]: Go. [Dief snatches the satchel and runs.]
Francis Bolt: Hey! [The Bolts chase after Fraser, Vecchio, and Dief. Fraser
pulls a gun from bond satchel. Vecchio takes it.]
Vecchio: This will come in handy.
Randall Bolt: No happy ending to this story, Morning Glory. [Vecchio's fire
drives them back.]
Vecchio: Just in case he's right, I want you to know [shoots] I mean, I know
what you are and you can't help that. [shoots] It's really hard to have a saint
for a friend. Go!
Fraser: Dief. [Go through door] I'm not a saint, Ray.
Vecchio: Well, I know that you're not a saint saint like when you've got your
own day. I mean a saint in the sense of a . . .
Fraser: Like a metaphor?
Vecchio: Yeah, yeah! Like a metaphor.
Fraser: Yeah, but Ray, don't you see, you are as well. I mean, we all are,
even them. Do you know what I mean?
Vecchio: Well, that's what scares me. I think that I do.
Fraser: Yeah, well that's probably why you and I have Ben such close . . .
Vecchio: Alright, alright. Don't get all mushy on me.
Randall: Gentlemen! You have one choice! You can give us what we want or we
blow the building!
Vecchio: You are not going to blow the building. You are not a martyr. You're
just a self centered little creep who wants to get his face in the paper.
Fraser [to Vecchio]: Are you talking about me, Ray?
Vecchio [to Fraser]: Indirectly.
Randall: You are wrong about this! I am on a mid night ride for America! I am
the modern version of -- what was that guy's name again?
Fraser: Dr. Prescott.
Randall Bolt: That's right. I'm a modern version of Dr. Prescott.
Francis Bolt: No, you're not. For that matter, neither am I.
Randall Bolt: What are you saying?
Francis Bolt: See the world for what it is, Randall, we are not patriots. We're thieves. Uncommon, but thieves. Nevertheless, once again, you're on the verge of ruining a perfect plan.
Fraser: We seem to have hit a nerve, Ray.
Francis Bolt: Detective, there are twelve innocent people in jeopardy. Is it
worth the risk? All we want are the bonds.
Randall Bolt: That's right!
Vecchio: You kiddin' me? That's all that they wanted? Why didn't they say so
in the first place. [Tosses them the satchel] Take them!
Fraser: For God's sake, what are you doing? That's not ours.
Vecchio: I know, it's theirs.
Fraser: It's not theirs. That money belongs to someone else.
Vecchio: Oh, did they say bonds? I thought they said bombs.
Fraser: That's very clever, Ray. [Bolts flee.]
Francis Bolt: Wait, wait. Open the bag. [Randall opens it.] They switched
bags. Where's our money? [Dief leads them to the elevator shaft.]
Francis Bolt: Nice doggy, want a bone? Nice bone for you, right here. Come
on. Where'd he go?
Randall Bolt: Francis! Look! [Satchel in middle of elevator shaft.]
Francis Bolt: Grab the bag.
Randall Bolt: Why don't you grab it?
Francis Bolt: Don't you trust me, Randall?
Randall Bolt: You trust me?
Together: Let's both grab the bag. [Fraser snatches the radio detonator. They
fall a few feet to the floor.] Whoaaaaa! Umph! Ow!!
Vecchio: You guys still wanna blow the building?
Fraser: Kinda remind you of a bear trap?
Dief: Whine.
Randall Bolt: Can we go now?
Fraser Bolt: Shut up.
[Lot in between buildings. Injured being helped, Thatcher and Ford finishing up
business, Dief is being *interviewed* by the press]
[On rooftop of Justice Building.]
Vecchio: Press hound.
Fraser: Who needs it?
Vecchio: Not us.
Fraser: No, not us.
Vecchio: Nope. God, I love this city. You know sometimes you have to be a
conduit and let the world come to you, you know what I'm saying?
Fraser: Okay.
Thatcher [in semaphore]: You have duties, Constable.
Fraser [in semaphore]: Understood. Red suits you.
Vecchio: What was that about?
Fraser: What? Oh, that?
Vecchio: Yes, that.
Fraser: Nothing.
Vecchio: Nothing? You're standing there flailing your arms around like you're
daffy. What do you think, I just got off the boat?
Fraser: Which boat?
Vecchio: Don't try to deflect this.
Fraser: Deflect what?
Vecchio: You know what I'm talking about.
Fraser: Well, no, Ray, actually, I don't know what you're talking about.
Vecchio: After all that we've been through, haven't you learned anything?
Fraser: In what sense?
Vecchio: You're the most irritating man in the world.
Fraser: Define irritating.
Vecchio: Oh, no, you look it up, Mr. Encyclopedia.
Fraser: Well, I think you mean Mr. Dictionary, don't you?

End