[street]

Ray: What time do you look at this apartment?

Fraser: Not till 10, so we have plenty of time for a game.

Ray: And you say that this guy is good, right?

Fraser: Oh, he's very good. A-ha!

Hanrahan: Ah, Fraser! Carrot bran?

Fraser: No, oat bran. It's Tuesday.

Hanrahan: Oh, yeah, right.

Fraser: It's always oat bran on Tuesday.

Hanrahan: Oh, right, right.

Fraser: This is my friend Ray. Ray, this is -

Hanrahan: H

Ray: H. Like the letter 'H'?

Hanrahan: Correct. Beautiful day.

Fraser: Yeah.

Ray: H. Is that short for something?

Hanrahan: Oh ah, there's no 1540 Belden Avenue. The street ends at 1500.

Fraser: H receives calls from the plate he has in his head.

Ray: Oh.

Hanrahan: Yes, it's the result Big dispute. Three Russian fishermen.

Ray: Oh. Helsinki So you work for the CIA or -- ?

Hanrahan: Yeah. Who do you work for?

Fraser: He's with the Chicago P.D.

Hanrahan: Oh.

[airport]

Man: Taxi!

[park]

Ray: Ah. . . ah. . . ah.

Hanrahan: Oh. Interesting stratagem. Double bluff and hide in plain view. I used that ruse in '56 to smuggle Santos out of Budapest before the tanks came rolling in.

Ray: What's he talking about?

Onlooker: He's a super-secret espionage spy guy and nobody knows about it except you and me and everyone else.

Hanrahan: Will you stop mocking me? You get on my nerves. Just stop it! Stop it! Now, then, let me see, how about that? Checkmate.

Ray: No way.

Fraser: Yeah, I think he's got you, Ray.

Ray: Okay, another game. Double or nothing.

Fraser: Well, Ray, I think we should get going.

Hanrahan: Oh, yes. I hope you like the apartment. You would be a great asset to this neighborhood.

Fraser: Oh, well, thank you kindly.

Hanrahan: Now what's the time? Oh! Oh, I'm late. Is there a back way out of here? Move out of the way, will you?

[street]

Ray: I had him, Fraser. I was hustling. I gave him a couple of games and

then I was going to crank him for the big money. What do you want to bet

he's out ?

Fraser: Ray? It's this way.

Ray: No, no. It's this way.

Fraser: Well, Dief is very rarely wrong. . .

Ray: Okay. This time when you're talking to the landlord, do not volunteer

that he's a wolf, okay?

Fraser [to Dief]: Well, you are a wolf.

[Dief bark]

Fraser: Yes, I know, but most people aren't as open minded as you.

Ray: Don't talk to the dog in public, Fraser. It embarrasses me.

Fraser: Understood.

Ray: Okay.

[taxi stops nearby]

Taxi driver [to dispatch]: I'm telling you, there's no 1540 Belden,

Dispatch. The street just ends.

[street corner]

Hanrahan: Fifty-two years. No contact. . . Suspicious looking. What's he up to?. . . Okay, okay, stay calm. . . Oh. Contact.

[street]

Fraser: Maybe it's a combination of electromagnetism, cellular phones, radio waves - something's confused him.

Ray: Oh, yeah, that must be it.

Fraser: You know, Ray, it's sad. It's sad and pathetic to watch a grown man gloat over besting a dog.

Ray: You have your hobbies, I have mine.

Fraser: It's not a hobby, it's -

Hanrahan: Oh! Help!

Fraser: It's Albert!

[alley]

Ray: Chicago P.D.!. . . [to Fraser] You okay?

Fraser: Fine.

Ray: H!

Fraser: Ray.

Ray: What's that?

Fraser: It's a theatre ticket.

Ray: So?. . . [to guy] Pitter, patter, let's get at her, come on. . . Hey. Hey. Come on. . . Hey. . . Hey!

[station]

Welsh: The press is going to love this.

Ray: Look, I barely tapped him. I threw him a dead fish, sir.

Welsh: He dropped dead.

Ray: He heart attacked or something. He was assaulting or maybe robbing this

old chess guy. We don't know, but somehow it involved these theatre tickets.

Welsh: You killed a guy for scalping? Look, the mayor does not like it when the Chicago P.D. goes around killing its citizens.

Ray: Look, he had no I.D. He might not have even been a citizen.

Welsh: Oh! That's great. He's a foreigner, so it doesn't matter that we killed him. The Chamber of Commerce is going to love that one. Great for tourism. Where's this old guy now?

Ray: Fraser's out looking for him.

Welsh: The dead body is downstairs?

Ray: Yeah.

Welsh: All right. I want to know who this guy is and I want to know right now. When they ask me upstairs who is this guy we killed, I want to be able to write a book about him.

Ray: Yes, sir.

Welsh: Now, when you kill a guy, this whole department has killed that guy. Do you understand?

Ray: Look, I barely tapped him.

Welsh: Do you understand?

Ray: I didn't even bruise my hammer.

Welsh: Do you understand?

Ray: Yes, sir.

[apartment building]

[Dief whine]

Fraser: This it, boy?

[whine]

Fraser: Perhaps we can find the manager - That's trespassing. . . Well, maybe just this once. . . Count Leipnitz, Art of the Spy.

[whine]

Ruth: Oh!

Fraser: Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Ruth: Oh, my. . .

Fraser: Are you all right?

Ruth: Who are you?

Fraser: My name is Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, and I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father. For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I've remained, attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.

Ruth: Are you the police?

Fraser: Well, yes, but I'm here strictly in an unofficial capacity. Well, I'm looking for Mr. Hanrahan.

Ruth: Uh, he moved out.

Fraser: Oh. When?

Ruth: About an hour ago.

Fraser: Ah, I see. Do you by any chance know where he's gone?

Ruth: But if you find him, you tell him he owes me a week's rent.

Fraser: Oh, so you own the building.

Ruth: I'm the manager.

Fraser: I see. Do you also live here?

Ruth: Yes.

Fraser: I see.

Ruth: Oh! My gun, please? That gun's my protection. Please give me back my gun.

Fraser: Do you have a permit for this weapon, ma'am?

Ruth: Well, I never -

Fraser: You see, that could be a bit of a problem. . . [knocks on door] Mr. Hanrahan, it's Constable Fraser.

Ruth: What are you doing? This is my apartment.

Fraser: I realize that, ma'am. . . [knocks again]. . . Mr. Hanrahan, it is extremely important that I speak with you.

Hanrahan: Oh. Well, come in.

Fraser: Thank you kindly.

Hanrahan: How did you find me?

Fraser: The single strand of hair that you used to monitor your bedside drawer was the same stylish tone that makes your hair so pleasing to the eye. Also, your pillowcase carried the floral scent that I notice you favor. And I see you are a reader of Count Leipnitz.

Hanrahan: Oh, yes. Oh, yes. 'The man who is truly hidden -

Fraser: Is the man who hides beside himself.'

Hanrahan: Yes.

Fraser: And the man who attacked you today. . .

Hanrahan: . . . I don't remember that one.

Fraser: Oh, no, no, I'm actually talking about the man who attacked you today.

Hanrahan: Oh, you're actually asking me about the man who attacked me today.

Fraser: Yes, actually today.

Hanrahan: Yeah. . . That is a matter of national security.

Fraser: I see. . . The man is dead.

Hanrahan: I'll talk to you, but she has to leave the room.

Ruth: Oh, Albert - ?

Hanrahan: Now, Ruth, we've been through this many, many times. I'm sorry.

Ruth: All right.

Hanrahan: I'm sorry. It's very private. It's for the best. . . Constable, I'm a coward.

Fraser: You're not a coward, sir, I've seen your medal. From Korea. There were no cowards at the Chosin reservoir.

Hanrahan: That was years ago. I was just a kid. But I've become afraid. I'm afraid of choice. I'm afraid of responsibility. I've been hiding from reality and my excuse is I've been waiting for my country to call on me. Huh. Finally they call and look. Look. There's nothing left of me. Nothing but talk and talk and talk and. . . and fear.

Fraser: Sir, excuse me. Are you telling me that you're an intelligence operative in deep cover living here in this rooming house, that you receive unwelcome taxi calls on a plate in your head, you play chess in a park, and that you're waiting for your government to activate you?

Hanrahan: You've been very well briefed.

Fraser: Well, I wonder then if you could explain the significance of this.

Ruth: Albert? What's going on in there?

Hanrahan: Ruth is so proud of me. It's going to break her heart when she knows the truth. . . Now, you go in my place, okay? This is where you will meet your contact.

[station]

Ray: Are you completely nuts, Fraser?

Fraser: Not completely, no.

Ray: Come on, the guy is a mental patient. He picks up taxi calls via his head.

Fraser: Somebody attacked him.

Ray: Oh, geez, in that part of town what a surprise.

Welsh: Vecchio, what's the word on that John Doe?

Ray: Uh, nothing, sir.

Welsh: You been downstairs?

Ray: To the cold meat party? Not yet, sir.

Welsh: Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?

Ray: I hate this part. I really hate this part.

Fraser: It's all part of life, Ray.

Ray: Look, don't tell me it's a part of life, Fraser, I know it's a part of life. It's the worst part.

Fraser: You know, Eternity waits for us all, Ray, and in the knowledge that there's something larger than ourselves, I find a certain peace.

[Mort singing]

Ray: If you lick anything, and I mean anything, I'm gone.

Fraser: Understood.

Fraser: Hey.

Mort: Oh. Hi, boys.

Ray: Hey, it's freezing in here. Can't you turn it up a bit, the heat or something?

Mort: You wouldn't want me to.

Fraser: Have you determined the cause of death?

Mort: I was gong to get to him after dinner.

Fraser: Ah. Well, do you mind if I - ?

Mort: Be my guest.

Fraser: Thank you.

Mort: You see, there's a special at Mendelson's.

Fraser: Humm?

Mort: Chicken tetrazzini, with peach melba as dessert.

Fraser: Um-hmm.

Ray: Clothes, where's his clothes?

Mort: In the plastic bag there.

Fraser: Mmm. I smell rough tobacco. Turkish. Probably a Russian blend. . . Liquid soap, the kind used in airline bathrooms.

Mort: Give me one hour, I tell you what he had for supper.

Fraser: You know, I might be able to do that now. You see, in the North we don't often have access to postmortem equipment, so we've developed a very simple non-intrusive technique.

Mort: So what do you do, you smell his breath?

Fraser: Yes, actually.

Ray: Ah, Fraser, that is the most disgusting thing I've ever glimpsed!

Fraser: Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm

Mort: Almonds.

Fraser: Yeah. Can we adjust this light?. . . Huh.

Mort: That is dental work. It looks like it was done with gardening tools.

Fraser: You see here?

Mort: What?

Fraser: One cap on his third distal molar.

Mort and Fraser: Cyanide.

Ray: Hey-hey-hey-hey, include me here!

Fraser: I don't think you killed this man, Ray. When you hit him in the jaw, he bit down on a cyanide cap he had in his tooth and poisoned himself.

Ray: Good. Good. . . This guy has no labels, so who the hell is he?

Fraser: My guess is, judging by the amount of that he has between his teeth, he arrived in the country today by plane, probably on a Polish or Russian airline, he smokes Russian cigarettes, he has a cyanide cap in his tooth. Some people might conclude, as Mr. Hanrahan does, that he is a Russian spy.

Ray: Come on, the Russians can't afford food let alone spies, Fraser.

Fraser: Well, people can starve, Ray, but a government can always afford spies. Well, I've got to get ready. I'll have to scrub up before I attend the theatre tonight, and I'll tell you something. I'm kind of looking forward to it. The last time I went to the theatre, it was the Great Bear Lake Opera Appreciation Society's presentation of 'The Shooting of Dan McGrew' at the 17th annual Yellow Knife Cultural Festival and Blanket Toss.

Ray: Come on, Fraser, you're not serious.

Fraser: I never joke about culture.

Ray: Oh.

Mort: I have two tickets for Lucia de Lammermoor for Saturday.

Fraser: I'd love to accompany you.

Mort: Oh, got you a deal.

Fraser: Goodbye, Ray.

Ray: Hey, Fraser, who's going to I.D. the body?. . . Fra- ?

Mort: You are. Here is the inkpad. And remember, you have to roll the pad around the top of his finger. It's not like printing a live man, huh?

Ray: I'm not doing it.

Mort: Well, I'm going for dinner. Chicken tetrazzini. . .

Ray: I'm not doing it!

[Mort sings]

Ray: Ah, this sucks.

[Fraser's apartment]

Fraser [to Dief]: Don't look at me like that. I only have the one ticket. Aside from which, what do you care? You're deaf.

[whine]

[theatre]

Nada: Is that Zebaria?

Yuri: I don't know.

Nada: Where is Carl?

Yuri: I don't know.

Nada: I will deal with this myself. Wait for me. . . The quality of the sound of music transports me like smoke. Do you have a light for my cigarette?

Fraser: I'm afraid this is a nonsmoking environment.

Nada: The white raven waits for the right wave.

Fraser: I see.

Nada: The white raven waits for the right wave.

Fraser: Oh. Ahm, ahem, Rusty Ruggles rode his wet reindeer through the red window.

Nada: . . . You play games?

Fraser: I thought we were, yes.

Nada: I don't like games.

Fraser: Oh.

Nada: I'm here to do business. Arms business.

Fraser: This is so exhilarating for me. You see, we very rarely had live music where I come from.

Nada: Well?

Fraser: Well, because it's so remote. The cost of flying a symphony orchestra in by seaplane is - well, it's prohibitive. Not to mention the dangers inherent of applying one's lips to brass instruments in subzero temperatures. As a matter of fact, there was a very amusing but somewhat painful incident at our '67 centennial -

Woman behind them: Shhh!

Fraser: Oh, I'm sorry.

[station]

Welsh: So the Feds don't have his fingerprints on file. What's the problem?

Ray: But they don't say that. They're hiding something. If they didn't have the prints, they'd come out and say so, but they don't.

Welsh: No, no, no. It's Government. They never just come out and say anything.

Ray: We had a seminar, 'Information Sharing in the 21st Century.' We had homework, scribblers, everything. remember?

Welsh: Let it go. You want to get involved with the Feds? It's always a disaster.

Ray: Hey, you're the one who wanted to know who the hell this guy was.

Welsh: Hey, I changed my mind.

Ray: Lieutenant, I killed a guy.

Welsh: Detective. . . Look, the shooting team from Internal Affairs, they want you available to them so don't leave the building.

Ray: But I didn't shoot anybody.

Welsh: We don't have punching teams, so you're just going to have to make do.

[theatre]

Fraser: . . . And so, you see, when he lost his lips, he was forced to abandon the horn section and he took up the triangle.

Nada: Do you have any idea who I am?

Fraser: Actually, no, which is what -

Woman behind them: Shhh!

Fraser: My apologies.

Nada: Are you enjoying this kind of dangerous little game?

Fraser: That's an excellent question. First of all -

Several people: Shhhh!

Nada: Follow me.

Fraser: As you wish.

More people: Shhhh!!

Fraser: Certainly.

[theatre lobby]

Nada: Who do you work for?

Fraser: Technically, the Queen.

Yuri: He work for the Colonels -

[Nada retorts in Russian]

Fraser: Oh, you're Russian? I'm sorry, I mistook you for being English.

Woman that was behind them: Shhhh!

Fraser: I'm terribly sorry. Excuse me.

[Fraser on stage]

Whispers in audience: What?. . . What's this guy doing on the stage?. . .

Who is this guy?

[applause and shouts of approval]

[alley outside theatre]

Carl [into radio]: He's in the alley.

[gunshots]

[tires squealing]

Pike: Get in. . . My name's Pike. Cigar?

Fraser: No, thank you.

Pike: Wise. Well you just landed yourself into one hell of a mess. At first, I thought that the Canadians weren't involved, but now I think you're somebody.

Fraser: Well, I am.

Pike: I know you say you are, but I think you are.

Fraser: I am, I said.

Pike: You've got RCMP written all over your face. Who the hell would ever think you were undercover?

Fraser: Who are you?

Pike: Here, hold this for a second, will you? We operate on a need-to-know basis. For security reasons we're not given a full double picture of our mandates and objectives.

Fraser: Just to be clear, your organization is so secret that even you don't know what it is doing?

Pike: That's right. That's absolutely right. That gentleman who your partner killed this morning, he was our conduit to the location of the weapons stockpiles. Now we're back to square one.

Fraser: Who are the Colonels?

Pike: Colonels? Colonels? What do you know about the Colonels?

Fraser: Well, nothing, I'm afraid.

Pike: When the Soviet Union split up, the KGB went freelance. They split up into two groups, the Mafia and the Colonels, all fighting for control of black market activity. We believe the Colonels have an agent deep in America, code named Nautilus.

Fraser: An odd designation. Does he lift weights?

Pike: No, no, no one's ever seen him. He stays under for long periods of time. Nervous How much do the Canadians know?

Fraser: Well, that depends on the Canadian. Educational opportunities vary from region to region -

Pike: Yeah, the old double rhyme maneuver. I used that in Reykjavik in '81. Ever been to Reykjavik?

Fraser: No. No, I haven't.

Pike: They have the most beautiful women in the world there. Their skin. . . It must be the cold air.

[siren]

Pike: They found us!

Fraser: No, I don't think so.

Pike: We'll make a run to the Mexican border, change passports, new I.D.s.

Fraser: I'm afraid that I have responsibilities.

Pike. Time's up. Watch your step. Adios.

[crunch]

Boombox guy: Oh, man, my tunes!

Fraser: Good evening.

Boombox guy: What the. . . ?

Fraser: I'm terribly sorry about this, but a little bit of glue, I'm sure it'll be as good as new. . . Thanks for coming, Ray.

Ray: You mind telling me what the hell is going on, Fraser?

Fraser: Have you ever seen 'The Magic Flute'?

Ray: Oh, yeah, hundreds of times.

Fraser: I'm sure you'll agree with me it's the most interesting evening in the theatre.

Ray: Oh yeah.

[station]

Ray: I checked with the FBI file but I couldn't find squat.

Fraser: Well, if the FBI files are closed to us, perhaps the RCMP will be more generous with their information sharing. You know, I hope Francesca doesn't mind me using her station.

Ray: Yeah, right. She'll never wash those keys again. It'll be like 'Wayne Newton typed here' or something.

Fraser: I'll just lock onto the computer at the Consulate and piggy-back on the mainframe database control in Ottawa.

Ray: Mmmmm. How did you learn to do that?

Fraser: Well, early childhood piano training is an asset. Do you have his fingerprint card?

Ray: Ah. . . how can she work here? It's like a pig sty. Oh, here it is.

Fraser: Thank you kindly. Consular access codes should override any restricting systems.

Ray: That's it.

Fraser: Carl Almazov. Former major in the KGB. Since the breakup of the Soviet Union, he's been working freelance for gun runners, drug dealers, the IRA - whoever has the price of his wage. He's suspected - oh, dear.

Ray: What?. . . What?

Fraser: It's top secret.

Ray: You're kidding me.

Fraser: No, I most certainly am not. What I'm doing right now could be considered grounds for treason. I'm afraid that you'll have to close your eyes.

Ray: Oh, come on, Fraser.

Fraser: You will have to close -

Ray: Come on!

Fraser: You will have to close your eyes!

Ray: Oh, take a chill pill.

Fraser: Thank you.

Ray: Geez.

Fraser: He is suspected of being involved in the sale of a large shipment of stolen Russian military equipment. This equipment is believed to have entered - No peeking!

Ray: Wasn't.

Fraser: You were.

Ray: Wasn't.

Fraser: Liar. . . is believed to have entered the United States during sometime between June 23 through - Stop it!

Ray: Stop what?

Fraser: You know very well what!. . . [mumbles]

Ray: What are you mumbling about?

Fraser: I'm sorry. Basically, Canadian Intelligence believes that there is a second armed group known only as the Colonels, and that they will attempt to intercept this shipment.

Ray: Wasn't that who the chick at the ballet thought you were, the Colonels?

Fraser: Exactly.

Welsh: How the hell did you get into the FBI files?

Ray: It's Canadian files.

Fraser: RCMP files, sir.

Welsh: Canadians have computers now?

Fraser: Strangely, yes. In addition to that, we also have our own news magazine, Maclean's, as well as a special edition of Sports Illustrated, although that is something of a hot potato in the area of cultural protection which, I might add, the Americans refuse to acknowledge even exists.

Welsh: That's terrific. You're to stay out of this, Detective, is that clear?

Ray: Yes, sir.

Welsh: All right. I'll clear you with the shooting team, but you're to have no further involvement in this. If you do, you'll be teaching traffic directing in Zaire.

Ray: Yes, sir.

Fraser: Sir, Zaire has changed its name. It's now the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Welsh: I don't care.

Fraser: Ah.

Welsh: Now, out, out. The two of you, get out.

Ray: Three bags full, sir. . . What the hell does that mean?

Fraser: Well it means there was a coup d'etat in the jungle -

Ray: Not that! I mean, the computer.

Fraser: It means that Mr. Hanrahan is in great danger.

[Ray's apartment building]

Hanrahan: Where are we going?

Fraser: To a place where you'll be safe.

Ruth: Are you sure this is necessary?

Ray: That's what I said.

Fraser: Quite necessary.

Hanrahan: Oh, I need a rest.

Ruth: I'm putting you straight to bed. Come on, come on. . . There. You'll be comfortable here.

Fraser: Do you have a problem?

Ray: I don't like old people sleeping in my bed. They smell funny, Fraser.

Fraser: Perhaps you smell funny.

Ruth: Are you two going to tell me what Albert is supposed to have done?

Fraser: Well, there's a couple of things we need to do before we can be certain of anything. In the meantime, please don't answer the door to anyone and don't answer the phone. If one of us is coming over, we'll call, let it ring once, then hang up and call right back. And I'll leave Diefenbaker here with you. . . [to Dief] Stay.

Ray: Fraser, the wolf can't stay here.

Fraser: Why not?

Ray: Because of the. . . uh. . . turtle.

Fraser: Dief has no interest in the turtle.

Ray: The turtle and the wolf are natural enemies, Fraser. Grrr. Fighting and they. . .

Fraser [to Dief]: Stay.

[bark]

Fraser: Would you lock the door behind us?

Ruth: I'll look after your turtle.

[stairs]

Fraser: Ray, I wonder if you could drop me by the Consulate. I want to see if I can find more information on the Colonels.

Ray: Don't you ever sleep?

Fraser: Well of course I do, Ray. As a matter of fact, I just had a 30-second nap coming down the stairs. It's very refreshing.

[holding cell]

[clang]

Ray: Aahhh!?

Francesca: Oh, look, you're an early riser. Well, seeing as you're up, a Miss Hanrahan's here to see you.

Ray: Joy. . . Hanrahan?

[squad room]

Ray: Miss Hanrahan? Detective Vecchio.

Nada: Oh. They said you found my father.

Ray: Who said?

Nada: The Veterans Hospital at Waukegan. They called me last night.

Ray: We only put that inquiry on the computer yesterday. I mean, they don't waste any time.

Nada: I came as fast as I could. They said you found him. Four years, I'd almost given up hope. Where is he? Is he all right?

Ray: Yeah. Uh, can I see some I.D.?

Nada: Certainly.

Ray: Thanks. I hate to have to ask this but there are, uh. . . Your father ever work for the government?

Nada: No. He was an accountant, till his breakdown. He was taking treatment at the Vets and then he disappeared. Detective, I really must see my father.

Ray: Yeah. Okay. I'll take you to him.

[car]

Nada: Do you often sleep at the station?

Ray: I live by my wits, a calling that affords me at times no great measure of security.

[phone rings]

Ray: Vecchio.

Frannie: Ray, I just heard back on that missing Hanrahan guy. He had a daughter.

Ray: Francesca, way to be all over that job. Guess who's in the car with me?

Frannie: I don't know. That's a pretty good question, seeing as the daughter drowned two years ago.

Nada: Hang up the phone. . . Go on.

Ray: Okay.

Nada: Take me to him.

Ray: No.

Nada: Take me to him or I shoot.

Ray: Go ahead. Go ahead, shoot, 'cause I don't care, lady. Go ahead, shoot! I don't care if you kill the both of us. I'm nuts. Come on, let's go!

Nada: Slow down.

Ray: I'll kill both of us! Let's go!

Nada: Slow down.

Ray: Yeah. Okay.

[crash]

Pike: Get in.

[gunshots]

Pike: Name's Pike.

Ray: Hey, hey, hat's on fire.

Pike: Huh?

Ray: Hat's on fire!

Pike: Oh! Geez! Oh! That hat thing, that was a mistake. Don't get the wrong idea about me. I'm a serious man.

Ray: Yeah, right. Can I see some I.D.?

Pike: Maybe you should show me some I.D., Ray Kowalski!

Ray: What do you - what are you saying?

Pike: Three years ago the O.C. Division started tracking a Mob lieutenant in Las Vegas known as Armando 'the Bookman' Langoustini. Turns out Ray Vecchio is a dead ringer for Langoustini. So what do they do? They start grooming him. And then, what do you know? What do you know happens? Car crash. Car crash, the Bookman's killed. Was it an accident? You be the judge. Anyway, this opens up a window of opportunity, so the Feds slide in Ray Vecchio as the Bookman. But this is a fragile cover, so they need to cover the cover. They need a new Ray Vecchio to slide in there at Division 27, Chicago P.D. They pick you.

Ray: How do you know all this?

Pike: I know everything. I know everything. They tell me everything. I mean, I know everything. You graduated from high school with a 61% average -

Ray: 62.

Pike: That's a failing average where I come from. You're five feet

ten-and-a-half, you weigh 159 pounds, your vision is 20-60, you got, uh, no,

20-45 -

Ray: Astigmatism. I have astigmatisms.

Pike: You got a tattoo on your left shoulder of a Champion spark plug -

Ray: It's my right shoulder, right -

Pike: Satellite photos have all been reversed.

Ray: What do you want?

Pike: I drive the car. I do the talking. You draw the conclusions. Get it? Get out! Get out of the car!

Ray: But -

[crunch]

Ray: Uh. . . Sorry. . . A little bit of glue and it'll be okay.

[Ray's apartment]

[Dief whine]

Hanrahan: I woke up and you were gone.

Ruth: Oh, I had to go out and get something for my headache.

Hanrahan: Oh, I need a drink.

Ruth: Now, you know I don't have money for that sort of thing.

Hanrahan: I can get you money. Look at that.

Ruth: Where did you get that?

Hanrahan: I got it yesterday in the park.

Ruth: The park? Do you know what this means? Everyone's been looking for this. There must be a code or something.

Hanrahan: Oh, yeah, a microdot.

Ruth: Oh, this is wonderful.

Hanrahan: Should we call the police?

Ruth: No! No. This is your chance to be a hero.

Hanrahan: How?

Ruth: You're going to get these men.

Hanrahan: I can't do that.

Ruth: Yes, you can, and I'm going to be right with you, and nobody will ever laugh at you again. Oh, make me proud, Albert.

Hanrahan: All right, Ruth. I will. Oh. . .

Ruth: Let's go. . . You wait for me downstairs and I'll put the dog in the back.

Hanrahan: Oh, Ruth, this is wonderful.

[kiss]

Ruth: My car is in the alleyway.

Hanrahan: All right.

Ruth [to Dief]: Now, let's see what we've got for you in the fridge.

[whine]

[Hanrahan's apartment]

Ray: One ring, hang up, call again?

Fraser: That's correct. It's one of the men from the theatre.

Ray: You found him?

Fraser: Well, I came back. I wanted another look around the room.

Ray: What kind of person would strangle somebody like that?. . . They're not answering.

[Ray's apartment]

Ray: Ruth?. . . Albert?

Fraser: It's still warm.

Ray: No one's here.

Fraser: Diefenbaker.

[alley]

Ray: Chicago P.D.!

[gunshots]

Fraser: I think he's going to be all right. The drug knocked him out before he could finish all the meat. That probably saved his life.

Ray: What kind of person would poison a dog?

Fraser: A malfeasant.

Ray: A malfeasant?

Fraser: A bad person. We need a car.

Ray: Chicago P.D.! We need the car.

Fraser: It's this way.

[dock]

Nada [to laborers]: Get going! Move it!. . .

[street]

Fraser: There's rubber marks here where the tire was flapping. These metal scrapes are from when he was riding on the rim. And this is a gasoline spill. It's low octane with dirt in the line.

Ray: Hey, you think I'm losing my hair?

Fraser: No, it's full-bodied and bushy, Ray. It's this way. . . At the rate he's losing gas, he couldn't have gotten much farther than this.

Ray: Maybe he got gas.

Fraser: Oh, Ray, come on, you know it's impossible to find a gas station in downtown Chicago.

Ray: Hey, that's my car.

[dock]

Nada: Move it! Come on!. . . Get the lead out!

Fraser: Russian . . . Shh.

Nada: Come on, come on.

Carl: Has Yuri returned yet?

Nada: I have a feeling Yuri will not be returning.

Carl: Nautilus?

Nada: The Nautilus is a bogeyman used to frighten children. Are you a child?

Carl: No.

Hanrahan: Get back, get back.

Nada: Get back to work. Whoever has the microdot also has the location. If we lose the guns, we lose everything.

Hanrahan: We have to get the police. We must trust someone. Ruth? Ruth? Ruth!

Carl: What if it is Nautilus?

Nada: If he shows up here, he dies.

Carl: Come on.

Hanrahan: Oh. Oh!

[gunshots]

Nada: Hold them!

Ruth: He wanted to be a hero.

Ray: Well, you just take care of him, keep your head down.

Ruth: Oh.

Ray: Okay?

Pike: Oh. Finally.

Nada: Finally what?

Pike: It's over. I almost had you three years ago with the diamond merchant and the 9,000 pairs of fake French blue jeans at Antwerp.

Nada: I have never been to Antwerp.

Pike: And again last year, at the boat show in Buenos Aires. Remember that? With that full of fake Dave Clark Five memorabilia?

Nada: I hate the Dave Clark Five.

Pike: Twenty years. For twenty years I've hunted you, Nautilus.

Fraser: Excuse me.

Pike: Yeah?

Fraser: I think twenty years ago she still would have been a child.

Nada: I was in eighth grade.

Pike: You were in the eighth grade. What, the eighth grade, that would make you, what, 12-and-a-half? Thirteen? Plus twenty. . .23. . . 32. No. That's a valid point. That's a valid - Oh, so you're the one! I knew it. I was right the first time, wasn't I? Don't, don't. I don't want to know how old you were twenty years ago or what grade you were in 'cause it's too confusing to me. I'm not good with math, so -

Fraser: Actually, I was educated at home, and my exams, they were all flown in by bush plane.

Ray: Drop it! Move!

Fraser: Good work, Ray.

Ray: Thank you.

Pike: All right. Let me get this straight. You're not Nautilus, right? Okay,

and she's not Nautilus, right? And I'm not Nautilus -

Ray: Nautilus? Who's Nautilus?

Ruth: Drop your guns, all of you.

Fraser: She's Nautilus.

Ruth: Damn right.

Ray: You never mentioned Nautilus.

Fraser: I realize that.

Ruth: Drop it.

Fraser: She had your man Yuri killed.

Nada: So she is real. Nautilus is real.

Ruth: Really, really real.

Ray: Hello, am I the only one here who doesn't know who Nautilus is?

Fraser: Yes, it would appear so, Ray. I had my suspicions when I first disarmed you. The way you laid your finger along the trigger guard. Very professional.

Ray: Partners means sharing. You ever hear of that, Fraser?

Fraser: Yes, I understand that. Could we deal with it later?

Ray: Partners means sharing.

Fraser: When you strangled Yuri, you used your knitting for the garrote. I detected traces of lanolin from the wool around his throat.

Ruth: Very clever, but right now it's not doing you any good, is it?

Pike: You're not going to get out of here.

Ruth: Who's going to stop me?

Hanrahan: I am. . . You used me. You lied to me every step of the way.

Ruth: Oh, shut up. People lie. You lie. That's life.

Hanrahan: No, no. Not about you. I had - I had real feelings about you.

Ruth: You know what? You're an old fool. And you're right, you're a coward.

You hide behind ideas of love when the fact is you're afraid to take what you want.

Hanrahan: No I'm not. No I'm not. I'm not afraid any longer.

Ruth: Don't make me shoot you.

Hanrahan: You're going to have to.

[Dief attacks]

Fraser [to Dief]: Keep your eye on her. . . [to others] It's interesting you should mention the Dave Clark Five, Mr. Pike, since it's not generally known that they were more than merely entertainers.

Hanrahan: Are you all right?

Ruth: Yes, I'm fine. You've ruined everything, you old fool.

Fraser: Where'd he go?

[park]

Ray: For service to his city and his country well above and beyond the call of duty, I present this citation to Albert Hanrahan.

[applause]

Onlooker: The plaque, there's nothing written on it.

Hanrahan: Of course it's blank, you fool. You think the CIA wants to broadcast its assets? The fact there's nothing written on it proves that it's genuine.

Voice: Wolf on the loose.

Fraser: Mr. Pike?

Ike: No, I work with Pike. The name's Ike. Nada went back to Mother Russia, part of a prisoner exchange.

Ray: What about the Nautilus?

Ike: Escaped. We were transferring her back to Federal. Took out three cops with one knitting needle. Pike wanted you to have this.

Fraser: Thank you kindly. . . 'She's out there somewhere. . .

Pike voiceover: . . . If it takes the rest of my life, I'll find her. Till we meet again. Signed, Pike.'

The END