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.. Scénář - 16. epizoda - Modrá čára (The Blue Line) ..


Fraser: You just did it again.

Ray: Did what?

Fraser: You know perfectly well what.

Ray: No, I don't.

Fraser: You just made a turn without indicating.

Ray: I wouldn't do that.

Fraser: You just did.

Ray: You're seeing things.

Fraser: I'm not seeing things, Ray, you made a left hand turn at that intersection and you didn't even--There! You just did it again!

Ray: Did what?

Fraser: Perhaps I'm reading too much into matter but it would appear that you're doing this on purpose.

Ray: Ah, it really annoys you, doesn't it?

Fraser: I just don't think it's very safe.

Ray: Hey, hey hey. He's slobbering all over the upholstery. I just got this car. What are you, safety dog?

Fraser: It's not your driving habits Ray, look, look.

Ray: What is it? A crime going down? Dispatch. This is Detective. Vecchio--

Fraser: Mark Smithbauer.

Ray: You want me to report a hockey player?

Fraser: Well, he's a very big fan.

Ray: Yeah well what does he want? His autograph?

Fraser: It'll just take a little while. You stay here, I'll get it for you. He'll only embarrass himself.

Ray: You got to be kidding me. [Fraser gets out of Riv] Just a radio check dispatch. [Follows after Fraser] I'm guessing you two don't meet a lot of celebrities.

Fraser: Well we were inspected by the Assistant to the Deputy Commissioner of the RCMP once.

Ray: Oh that must have been pretty special.

Fraser: Hm.

Ray: I meet celebrities everyday and you can't make a big deal of it.

Fraser: Really? Like who?

Ray: Plenty of celebrities. Big celebrities. Lou Ferrigno for one. Point is that they are people just like you and me only they're a lot richer, nastier and more obnoxious. Hey--Not Lou. He's a prince, but the others....

Fraser: Well people like to talk about famous people Ray and it's not always good.

Ray: Well, it's not always wrong.

Fraser: I'll just be a minute.

Ray: Alright. Don't make a big deal out of it.

[into liquor store. Ray looks at magazines while Fraser heads over to Mark. Enter a masked man with a gun]

Robber: Everybody down! On the floor. On the floor.

Fraser: This isn't worth it son. Before you continue, I suggest you consider the consequence. Ya see Ray? Sometimes if you just-- [Ray tackles him as everyone pulls out guns and fires them]

Fraser: Hey, Mark, it's okay--[Mark hits him in the side of the head and runs off]

Ray: What a jerk, man. Now I'm going to run him down and bust him. [meaning Mark]

Fraser: No.

Ray: Why? Because he's a hockey star?

Fraser: No. Because he was my best friend.

Fraser: Ray, that was a stop sign.

Ray: I stopped.

[Marks building]

Fraser: Thank you. You know he probably assumed that I was an accomplice.

Ray: You're making a lot of excuses for the guy Benny.

Fraser: No, I'm not! I'm just giving him the benefit of a doubt. There is a difference.

Ray: Well he doesn't need any more benefits. You know what a place like this costs? This guy must be pulling down seven figures and playing one of the stupidest sports ever invented. Every time I pick up the paper he's whining about his knee, complaining about this, moaning about that.

Fraser: Hockey is a very demanding sport, Ray.

Ray: Oh give me a break. I was just being polite calling it a sport. You know what hockey's like? [starts to push the button in the elevator, but it's already lit...Dief gives him a look] Hockey is like figure skating with clubs. Hey--you want an autograph, shut your yap.

[Mark's apartment]

Louis: so we have a masked male of indeterminate height and weight carrying a big gun. Shouldn't be that hard to crack this one.

Mark: The guy was trying to kill me.

Huey: Mm, so you said.

Mark: I was two blocks from a police station. Are you people so incompetent you can't even police two blocks?

Louis: The man called us incompetent Huey.

Huey: Yes, he did Louis.

Mark: You want to know a fact? Every time I take a slap shot I put more money into this economy than you will earn in your lifetimes, okay? You can't afford to have something happen to me.

Dawn Charest: What I think is you should make sure this doesn't happen again. Excuse me.

Louis: Who the hell are you?

Dawn: Dawn Charest, media relation for Mr. Smithbauer. This will just take a second. [to Mark] Shut your mouth.

Mark: Someone's trying to kill me and they send these two morons.

Dawn: I don't care if they're Chip and Dale. You let me talk to them. That is my job unless of course you want to completely ruin it.

Ray: I didn't know you were covering liquor store jobs, Louie, I thought that was beneath you.

Louis: Lot of things are beneath me Vecchio. Talking to you is right at the bottom.

Huey: The man called in an attempted murder.

Ray: The man has a serious ego problem.

Louis: No one tried to kill this guy?

Dawn: Mr. Smithbauer stopped a robbery, that's all. He appreciates your concern but doesn't want this to become a media circus.

Fraser: Excuse me.

Louis: He appreciates our concern but does he also appreciate wasting our time.

Fraser [to Mark]: Hi.

Mark: What happen?

Fraser: Oh, you mean - uh, well, you hit me with a bottle.

Mark: I hit a cop.

Fraser: Oh, actually I'm not a police officer in this--

Mark: You're not a cop? That's my problem here. I got no security.

Ray: Yeah and I bet he doesn't have many friends either.

Fraser: I'm a friend of Detective Vecchio.

Mark: Yeah, right, ok, fine. Uh, whatever you need. Who's it to? [picks up a pen and an 8 by 10 of himself]

Fraser: Uh, Diefenbaker. [Mark signs it, hands it over then walks away]


Ray: Nothing like old friends huh Fraser? Good to know that no matter how many years apart you can still get an eight by ten glossy out of him.

Fraser: Well it's been a long time Ray and there's no reason to assume he'd remember me.

Ray: Ah, more excuses.

Fraser: He's my friend, Ray.

[Welsh's office. Welsh is looking at the newspaper. Headline reads: 'Smithbauer cheats holdup']

Ray: After further consideration I changed my mind sir, I do not believe it was a robbery.

Welsh: Liquor store, mask, gun. You think we're jumping to conclusions do you.

[Fraser is at Ray's desk. Signals to Ray by pointing at his own clothes]

Ray: Uh, yes sir, I do. I, uh, the gun man sir, he was wearing a cashmere jacket and he was driving a black Cadillac. These are kinda expensive things for a two bit hood. Would you not say so, sir.

Welsh: Detective, I'm surprised you haven't picked up on that little known fact about thieves. They usually don't pay for things.

Ray [mumbles]: Yeah, that's exactly what I said to him, sir.

Welsh: Who.

Ray: Uh, nobody, sir.

Welsh: This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the Mountie would it? I mean, I think we're perfectly capable of finding enough crime in Chicago without his help. Wouldn't you agree?

Ray: Uh, yes sir. I totally agree. The Mountie has nothing to do with this sir. [watches Fraser opening the file cabinet] Apparently something was open sir.

Welsh: That would be anything in particular?

Ray: Ah yes sir-ererrrreeee-it was, uh the cash register, sir. He, uh, apparently it was open sir. He-he made no attempt to go for it which means he, you know, have been there to, you know...

Welsh: That would be the register with all the well-armed people around it.

Ray: Yeah, that would be the one sir.

Welsh: Detective, I think we need to have a discussion.

Ray: Oh, uh...u...I thought we were sir.

Welsh: In private [draws the blinds]

[outside Mark's trailer]

Fraser: Excuse me. Could you tell us where we might find Mark Smithbauer.

Henderson: You see a Winebago around here that looks like most single family dwellings?

[they walk over to the trailer]

Mark: Henderson, didn't you test these sticks?

Fraser: I'm afraid they can't offer you police protection.

Mark: So what's the deal? They send a Mountie to guard a national treasure?

Fraser: I'm sorry, no.

Mark: Like that somehow surprises me. Anything else?

Fraser: You don't remember me do you?

Mark: Diefenbaker, right?

Fraser: Uh, no, that's my wolf.

Mark: Hey look, I'm sorry I meet a lot of people.

Fraser: I understand.

Mark: So where'd we meet.

Fraser: Inuvik.

Mark: Ah, you gotta be wrong. I haven't been there since....I don't know how old I was.

Fraser: Thirteen. We used to play hockey on the pond behind your dad's barn.

Mark: No kidding huh?

Fraser: Everyday after school and you never let anybody leave. As a matter of fact, when it got dark, you pulled out your dad's tractor and turn on the lights and we stayed there till...till somebody's folks showed up, made us go home. Do our homework. Usually it was my grandmother.

Mark: You can remember something like that, eh?

Fraser: Well, you've traveled a long way since then. Oh, uh, I owe you five dollars.

Mark: What?

Fraser: When we were thirteen we made a bet. Who would get his face on a rookie card first. I've been wanting to give this to you for a long time.

Mark: That was the only dream I ever had, eh? Till my rookie card came out. I went and brought a dozen. Yeah. First and last ones I ever had.

Fraser: They're worth a lot of money now.

Mark: They were when I sold them. Hey listen uh, you want to do some moonlighting?

Fraser: I'm sorry?

Mark: I need a body guard. Maybe you can use the extra money. Twenty-five bucks an hour?

Fraser: Oh, I'm sorry, I-I-I--

Mark: Make it thirty. [Mark leaves the trailer and heads for the ice full of kids] Hey who wants to play some hockey, eh? [kids cheer]

Henderson: He want you to be his body guard, huh?

Fraser: I believe so, yes.

Henderson: Take the money, he loves to spend it.

Fraser: He also seems very generous with his time. It must be a real thrill for these kids.

Henderson: I'm sure it's just a happy coincidence that every major newspaper in the city is here covering his altruism.

[Mark counts the numbers on the ice]

Mark: We're short one man. [to Henderson] Hey, give Barney a pair of skates there.

Fraser: Oh, no-no-no. I haven't played hockey since...

Henderson: Right here in the Winabago.

Dief [on the side lines with the fans watching Mark] Woof.

[Fraser appears a few minutes later in hockey jersey, red, of course, and skates onto the ice.]

[playing hockey, Fraser takes a tumble over the aggressive Mark]

Dief: Woof.

Fraser: It's alright, Dief.

Photographer [to Dawn]: Can you make him come closer.

Dawn: Mark! Stay in front Mark!

[Mark takes the hint and takes over the game. ignoring the boy who is trying to get Marks attention]

Boy: I'm open Mark! Mark! I'm open Right here. I'm open.

Photographer: Thanks Mark.

Dawn: That's it Mark.

[Mark heads off the ice]

Kid: Hey Mark, where you going?

Mark: Games over kid.

Fraser: You had quite a game going Mark, seems a shame to cut it short.

Mark: They can play without me.

Fraser: They're here because of you.

Mark: Thousands of kids play hockey in this city these ones have had their thrill. Skate on, I'll make sure you get paid.

[Dawn's office, showing Fraser Mark's mail]

Dawn: And that's just from today. So you're a friend of Mark's, huh?

Fraser: Yes, ma'am.

Dawn: You know it simply doesn't make any sense for someone to want to hurt Mark. I mean he's a hero. One of the few this country has left and I work too damn hard and get paid too damn well to make sure he stays that way. Have you ever done any product endorsements.

Fraser: Not that I'm aware of, no.

Dawn: Has anyone ever told you you have phenomenal bone structure?

Fraser: Yes, a starving Inuit. Miss Charest, if nobody intends to hurt Mark than I'm quite probably wasting my time.

Dawn: It's his money to waste.

Fraser: Oh, I have no intention of taking his money.

Dawn: You don't have a bad side. Sign with me and I'll make you a very rich man.

Fraser: Ma'am, if there is someone out there who means to harm Mark, then as you say, 'We may loose a hero' and I don't think we can afford that.

Dawn: You're serious.

Fraser: Yes.

Dawn: I don't want any police involvement.

Fraser: If there has been a threat to Mark, then the authorities should be alerted.

Dawn: No, if I give you this, it goes no further. News of one nutcase can cost a guy like Mark a fortune in endorsements. Those are my terms, Constable.

Fraser: Alright.

Dawn: I figured it was just some kook. Nothing dangerous, right?

Fraser: Thank you ma'am.

Dawn: Uh, one more thing, my card. I really could do wonderful things with you.

[27th precinct]

Fraser: Well yes, it was off the record but I thought you'd be concerned.

Ray: I never get unofficially concerned.

Fraser: What I was hoping is that your forensic people could check the letters out.

Ray: What's the matter, haven't you tasted everything yet?

Fraser: Ray, the writer of this letter keeps referring to something that hurt the sport.

Ray: Yeah, look, I got a ton of work. Forensics got a ton of work. Go do something else.

Fraser: I understand Ray.

Ray: What?

Fraser: These kind of letters are usually solo efforts but this writer keeps saying "we saw".

Ray: Look everybody in Chicago sees every move this guy makes, alright? Half of his life has been televised.

Fraser: That's it. Thank you Ray.

Ray: Hey Benny. [holds up the file Fraser just left behind]

[Brewer's apartment]

Brewer: Lucky for you I kept all these games huh?

Mrs. B [bringing in popcorn]:Yeah, real lucky.

[knock on door and Mrs. B opens it]

Ray: Excuse me ma'am I got a note that the Mountie...[spots Fraser] Hey Benny.

Mrs. B: Come on in Detective.

Ray: Yeah, how you doing. Well, twelve straight hours of hockey seems a bit much even for you Fraser.

Brewer: Fourteen.

Ray: Yeah, while you guys'll be wasting your time here, I been down at forensic lab wasting mine.

Fraser: No prints?

Ray: Too many. A dozen or so postal workers and four or five people down at Smithbauer's PR office.

Brewer: Shoot you jerk!

Ray: The guy can't hear ya. The game was played over two weeks ago.

Brewer: Your friend no nothing about hockey?

[Fraser's eyes never leave the screen but he does barely shake his head "no"]

Announcer: Smithbauer has it again. Through the goal screen

Brewer: Ah gee he should have shot.

Announcer: He looses possession in back of the net and New York is able to take the puck and two minutes to go in regulation. This game's tied up at two. Smithbauer, right wing side... over the blue line and that puck goes nowhere. New York able to clear it out of the center. childish antics in this type of game.

[Fraser wakes Ray up, takes the tape from the machine and puts in a new one]

Ray: So we solve the case?

Fraser: Maybe. Thank you Mr. Brewer.

Announcer: Schaffer into the blue line and inside the zone. Schaffer in a....... and he scores!

Ray: Sixteen thousand fans screaming in unified hatred against one man and you think you heard what one man said?

Fraser: No, I think I saw the one who said

[on the stairs]

Ray: Oh, like that's easier.

Fraser: I suppose not.

Ray: Alright we'll take the tape down to the lab, those tech nerds can do unbelievable things. You point to the seat and they'll cut out every other voice in the arena. Fraser!

Fraser: Up here, Ray. [Ray follows him upstairs to Grace's apartment]

Ray: I thought you read lips.

Fraser: Ohhh! Not like she can! Grace loves the opera but she can't afford to sit close.

Announcer [in the background]: He looses possession in back of the net and New York is able to take the puck and two minutes to go in regulation. This game's tied up at two. Smithbauer, right wing side... over the blue line and that puck goes nowhere. New York able to clear it out of the center.

Ray: Yeah, but she's deaf.

Fraser: Well that doesn't mean she can't enjoy good music.

Ray: Really? Oh, I thought it did.

Grace: Looks like "You hurt Mike somebody" hard to make out.


Announcer:...childish antics to this game.

Grace: No-no, it's "You hurt my kid."

Fraser: Thank you.

Ray: [speaking overly loud] Yes, Thank you very much.

[Grace signs to Fraser]

Fraser: No, not once you get to know him.

Ray: So great, we got our man. Now all we got to do is I.D. him. Want me to take this video down to the lab and they're gonna..... Fraser! [Fraser is already crossing the street]

Fraser: This way.

[Video store]

Fraser: That's it.

Clerk: Blow up. 1966. Antonioni.

Ray: I loved that movie. Travolta, right?

Clerk: No that was Blow out. Blow out is this great movie about a photographer who accidentally takes a picture of a murder. But he's not exactly sure of what he has, right? So he blows up the photo to figure out what's going on. It's a great movie. I have no idea what the Yardbirds are doing in it though.

Fraser: Would you be able to do this for us?

Clerk: Sure, yeah, but it's not going to do you any good. Excuse me for a second. Sir, you uh don't want to rent this film. The director didn't even get a cut. [back to Fraser] Now uh Antonioni was working with film. You guys are stuck with tape. Seven hundred and twenty pixels across and if you have fifty people to the screen, that's fourteen pixels per face which means you're looking at like two pixels per nose and no matter how much I blow up the image, each nose is going to look like uh, two little dots. It's going to be pretty hard to distinguish between two noses if they look like uh two little dots.

Fraser: All I need to know is how far his seat is from the aisle.

Clerk: That I can do.

Ray: Elaine, section C, Row 12, seat 7. I need to know if it's own by a season ticket holder.

[knocking on a door, no answer, so they are going to kick it in, then:]

Ray: Police!

Kid: Let me see your badge. [Ray holds it up to the peephole] Hello!

Fraser: Hello son. Is your father home?

Ray: Do you know where he is?

Kid: He said he had something for Mark.


Ray: This building is designed for quality sight line, 16 thousand perfect shots.

Fraser: You get the players out of the line of fire, I'll search the building

Ray: I'm sorry for the inconvenience but you'll be back on the ice as soon as we get the necessary security measures in place.

Mark: What's going on?

Fraser: I'll be right with you. He's alright. He's not upstairs. But the security door appears to be tampered with.

[they spot the guy and chase him onto the ice. Fraser tackles him]

Ray: Not too smart using a stick to attack a player in full gear.

Guy: I wasn't attacking him!

Ray: Yeah and I'm not arresting you either.

Guy: Look I just wanted to put it in his face! He can't do that and get away with it.

Ray: Do I look like I'm interested? You have the right to remain silent why don't you use it.

Guy: Where's the stick-- see for yourself. I mean it was scored, right where he broke it. In a straight line. Why do you think he threw it away.

Mark: So did you get the guy?

Fraser: Yes. This stick he attacked you with

Mark: It's right here.

Fraser: Did you see it?

Mark: Maybe someone picked it up. I'll ask around, eh?

Fraser: His son was hit by a broken stick you threw at him.

Mark: Really? Why didn't somebody say something.

Fraser: I think he tried. He also said you cut your own stick.

Mark: Why the hell would I do that?

Fraser: I don't know.

Mark: Hey sticks break everyday and in every way you can imagine. Look, I'm sorry about his kid. I would have sent him a jersey or something but the guys a wacko. He comes at me with a stick and I'm suppose to like take him seriously?

Fraser: Mark!

Mark: Are you saying you believe this guy? Is that what you're saying, huh? You're not being paid to care about that. You're suppose to be watching that -- where the hell were you anyway.

Fraser: I think you're laboring under misapprehension. I'm not taking your money. I'm doing this as a friend.

Mark: Friends I got plenty of, okay? I got people I shook hands with once and all of a sudden I'm their best buddy. I don't need anymore friends, I need someone I can count on. I need a body guard! Now if you can do this job than just do it and shut up, okay?

Fraser: I'm afraid I can't do that.

Mark: Yeah, well that's what I figured pal.

Fraser: Well if he's the man you're worried about then you don't really need me do you? [he walks away]

[outside, car almost runs Mark down, crashes into a parked car]

Mark: You saw what happen at the car. How the hell do you explain that?

Louis: Oh you're going to report an accident. Well that's down stairs. This is major crimes.

Mark: He came right at me.

Huey: Look we arrested the guy with the stick. Guess what? He was in jail when this happened.

Mark: Then there's obviously someone else isn't it?

Louis: Yeah, well if we arrested everybody who hated you, we'd pretty much have to shut down this city.

Mark: It's you job to protect me.

Louis: We seem to have a difference of opinion. Watch this closely. Case is open, case closed. Want to see in slow motion?

Mark: You know if this was anyone else on the team you'd be on them around the clock.

Louis: Ironic, isn't it?

[Fraser sitting and reading his father's journal, you can hear Robert's voice saying: ] Three days after the robbery I had Mulet cornered at the base of Copper Canyon. Mulet wasn't a strong man but he didn't have to be. He had a gun and I had lost mine while falling 50 feet down the canyon walls. To be a free man, Mulet only had to do one thing. They say that every man has a price at which he'll do anything. I'd like to think it's the other way around. Every man has a line -- a line he won't cross over, no matter what the cost. The only thing was, I didn't know where Mulet's line was and neither did he.

[Dief sits up and barks, door squeaks open]

Mark: Hello Ben. [takes a good look at the apartment] You live like this? [Fraser doesn't speak, but waits] Somebody's still after me.

Fraser: You should go to the police.

Mark: Yeah, I did. They aren't big fans of mine.

Fraser: You don't seem to engender friendship do you?

Mark: well in my experience friends stay around only long enough to see you get what they think you deserve.

Fraser: Maybe so.

Mark: I need your help.

Fraser: I really can't help you.

Mark: Looks like I'm not the only one who's changed, eh?

Fraser: Unless you tell me the truth.

Mark: I don't know what's going on. I really don't know. [Fraser waits him out] Okay-okay. It was a couple weeks ago. I was approached by two men who wanted me to throw a game. They wouldn't take no for an answer. They've been after me ever since.

Fraser: The Feb 26th game?

Mark: Yeah.

Fraser: I watched the tape. You know you had a better game when you were 13.

Mark: Oh, I'm 34 now, okay? I'm slowing down. My shots are starting to go. I've blown my knee out so many times I can hardly walk without a brace. Next time will probably be the last time.

Fraser: Some people might consider that strong motivation to take the money.

Mark: Did you watch the end of the tape? You watch the last four seconds? I scored the winner unassisted. That's not too smart thing to do if I'm trying to throw a game, is it?

Fraser: I think you should stay here tonight.

Dief whines.

Mark: Here? [looks around the room]

Fraser: So how's your dad?

Mark: Oh he's great. I bought him a house up there at Silver Lake. I go home every Christmas unless I've got a game. [about Dief] Can you make him stop staring at me?

Fraser: No, I'm afraid that's not possible.

Mark: I was sorry about your father.

Fraser: You heard about that?

Mark: Yeah. You remember Henry Duckett?

Fraser: Yeah.

Mark: He dropped by and couldn't wait to talk about old times.

Fraser: I thought I heard he was in prison.

Mark: Yeah. Real-estate fraud. I was just one of a long list of friends. You know what I miss?

Fraser: What?

Mark: Looking for a puck in a snowbank.

Fraser: You could drive it 8 feet in.

Mark: Well that was packing snow too.

Fraser: you know I used to think you'd miss the net on purpose just to see how far you could drive it in the bank.

Mark: You know when you came by, I remembered you, you know that.

Fraser: I know.

Mark: Yeah. [to Dief] You're too much. [to Fraser] I can't sleep.

Fraser: What is it?

Mark: It's seven p.m.

[Fraser has this look on his face that says, 'Yeah, so what?'

[At the rink, Mark is on the ice and Ray is coming down the stairs to sit behind Fraser]

Mark: Hey come on, get on the ice. I found some extra skates, don't you want to play?

Fraser: No thanks anyway. I'm still a little sore from the last time.

Ray: Turk Broda, big time bookie. Matches description, same with the car. What you really believe his story?

Fraser: Of course.

Ray: Na. Something's not right here, Fraser. Once Smithbauer told Broda that he wasn't going to take the money, Broda wouldn't have bet on the game. Either someone else is after him...

Fraser: Or?

Ray: Or he took the money.

Fraser: No, you're wrong, Ray. I know this man.

Ray: You knew this man. People change, Fraser.

Fraser: Not who they are.

Ray: Lot's of things change people. Success, money, the city. When did you last see him?

Fraser: We were 13.

Ray: Puberty changes people.

Fraser: You don't know this man Ray. Hockey's all he ever wanted. He'd never cross that line.

Ray: Alright. [he leaves]

[Broda's betting parlor]

Ray: Where's Broda?

Broda: Unless you got a warrant Detective, which I sincerely doubt, I would appreciate it if you'd leave my establishment. You're scaring the patrons.

Ray: Yeah, they look petrified. [goon opens Ray's coat, starts to take his gun] Forget it Smiley.

Broda: Let him keep it. He ain't gonna do anything stupid in here. So talk.

Ray: What happen? You get cleaned out already?

Broda: Oh no-no, I never gamble, Detective Vecchio. Now what can I do for you?

Ray: Mark Smithbauer. Leave him alone.

Broda: Why would I be interested in some hockey player?

Ray: You're not going to force him to do anything.

Broda: Look around here, Detective, you see anybody tied to their chair? Nobody makes anybody do business with me.

Ray: You're telling me you're in business with Mark Smithbauer?

Broda: Detective, people play poker in my establishment. I'm not greedy, I just take my share of the pots. Someone bets on the home team, hey, I lay off on the visitors. Why would I do anything else?

Ray: Maybe you own the game.

Broda: That's not a smart thing to do. Too many things can go wrong. Find out people can be very unpredictable.

Ray: Let me give you fair warning. The Mountie's watching Smithbauer and I'm watching you.

Broda: Oh! I see. Now you're scaring me too. Now if you'll kindly excuse me, I have some business to attend to. [meaning the phone that is ringing]

Henderson [who is on the other end of the phone]:Yeah, they're coming out now.

Mark: You remember that? 4 miles through blizzards to the rink, 4 miles back home.

Both: Uphill both ways.

Mark: Let's walk, okay? Hey, we're going to walk, okay?

Henderson: Twenty below.

Mark: Ah, he sounds like your grandmother, eh? [Fraser tosses him a stick] Hey! Hey! What-huh? You don't have a chance my friend. [as they begin to mix it up] Hey, hey. [suddenly, a Riv is skidding, sliding, almost running them over, but they manage to jump out of the way]

Ray [very calm voice]: Controlled skid. Want a ride? Hop in the back.

Fraser: Uh, no thanks Ray, it's probably safer on foot.

Ray: Ya got a minute? I need to discuss some business with you.

Mark: Yeah, I'll be up ahead.

Ray: Spoke to the Turk.

Fraser: Really?

Ray: Look he told me. [Ray stares at Fraser and can't say it] I don't think I scared him off.

Fraser: Well I appreciate the attempt. Although I do question the legality of it.

Ray: Look Fraser, remember what I told you what the city does to people.

Fraser: What is it Ray?

Ray [sighs] : It's nothing. I'm just gonna keep an eye on him, alright?

Fraser: Thanks.

Ray: Hey, Benny. Be careful.

Fraser: I will.

[Ray drives off but as he passes a car going the other way, he recognizes it as the car from the robbery]

Ray: Damn.

[Ray, while putting up his flashing red lights, skids and turns the car around the way he just came. In the meantime, the people in the car are shooting at Fraser and Mar who, as soon as Ray skids to a stop, take cover behind the Riv]

[Ray is busy returning fire, Fraser is taking Mark's hat]

Ray: Brand new paint job, classic details. You have any idea what windows for a Riviera costs?

Fraser: Thought you went home.

Ray: Oh, you're welcome.

Fraser [to Mark]: Give me your jersey.

Mark: What's going on?

Fraser: They'll assume that I'm you. [puts on skates]

Mark: You can't out skate a car.

Ray: You sure as hell can't outskate a bullet.

Mark: My problem, okay?

Fraser: Your knee. You're not wearing your brace.

Mark: Yeah, I just wear it for sympathy.

Fraser: Forget it. I always was faster than you.

Mark: At what?

Fraser: Lacing. [he is lacing up the skates]

Ray: Okay, I'm going to stay here cause I can't skate at all.

Ray: Okay, I'll cover. Go-go-go-go. [shoots]

[Fraser skates out and hits a guy with the stick. Mark skates out and checks two guys]

Mark: No place for that in the game. [skates off after Fraser, the car is following them both.]

Ray: Shots fired twenty-fifth and Walnut. Officer needs assistance. [Jumps in Riv]

Mark [to Fraser]: Stay with me big guy. If we were basketball players, we'd be dead.

Ray: Officer in pursuit of black Cadillac in pursuit of two guys on ice skates. Why is that so hard to believe?

Mark [skate catches on a manhole cover and he goes down in pain]: Ow! Oooooh ooooh.

Fraser: You alright?

Mark: My knee. Ahhh. Go on, go on, get out of here. You can't out skate them, go. Come on, go.

Fraser: You're right.

Mark [surprised that Fraser isn't arguing]: What?

[Fraser skates away, car follows. Mark hits a puck, it hits the car's driver, the car runs into another car. Ray arrives, narrowly missing the crash]

Ray [as Riv skids to safety]: Whoa!

[Three patrol cars contribute to the pile up]

Fraser: Oh dear [he skates over to Mark] Nice shot.

Mark: Thanks.

[Fraser in a booth with a recording guy]

Announcer: Over the blue line. Lines up. That puck goes nowhere. New York able to clear it out of the center]

Tec guy: Do you want me to skip back to Marks' goal?

Fraser: No, thank you, actually could you, uh, back it up a little? [Guy rewinds] There.

Announcer: New York looking to apply pressure. Getting the puck in the Chicago zone. That's Ketner in the right wing. Looks for Scott in front but it rolls into the goal crease......for a face off. Coming up to left of their goal. Both teams have played very tightly this hockey game.

[Fraser's apartment. He enters, Mark is there, Dief is staring at him]

Fraser: Good evening, Diefenbaker.

Mark: He's relentless, isn't he?

Fraser: Unfortunately, yes.

Mark: I just came by to thank a friend.

Fraser: You're welcome. [waits then] You took the money from Broda, didn't you.

Mark: How can you say that. You saw the tape. I scored the winner. What are you talking about. [Fraser says nothing] I needed the cash badly. I didn't think it mattered. I didn't think anything mattered any more. And for fifty-nine minutes I did exactly what they wanted. And then the crowd started counting down the seconds, I was back on that pond and nothing in life mattered more than those last seconds. It didn't seem to make much difference when I told them they could keep the money. You gonna turn me in?

Fraser: Well unless Broda testifies against himself then there's no evidence of a conspiracy, so, no.

[rink, apparently after an interview with Mark]

Reporter 1: Look, the guy had it all and he flushed it all away. He deserves what he got.

Reporter 2: Life time suspension? You kidding? This is a sport where you get a couple of games for trying to take a guys head off.

Reporter 1: You feel bad for the guy?

Reporter 2: Nah, he's a jerk.

Ray: Let it go, Fraser. People like to talk about celebrities.

Fraser: They're not always wrong.

[locker room]

Fraser: Hello Mark.

Mark: Hi Ben.

Fraser: I'm sorry it had to turn out this way.

Mark: Yeah. This is the only way it could have turned out.

Fraser; I brought you something. [hands him rookie cards, Fraser is smiling]

Mark: My entire career in cards. That must have set you back a few bucks, eh?

Fraser: Three dollars and fifty cents. Canadian [smiles again] I got them as they cam out. Seeing your face on them made me feel proud.

Mark: I can't take these, eh.

Fraser: Well, I'm still proud. Besides, I've got another whole set of them back home.

Mark: Hey [laughs] Thanks.

Fraser: What are you gonna do?

Mark: I don't know.

[Mark hitting pucks into the snow bank]

Kid: Hey if I can find those pucks, can I keep half?

Mark: You can't find em.

Kid: Sure I can.

Mark: No you can't cause I won't let you. I'm gonna find each and everyone of em and then you can have them all. There's one. Want me to autograph it for you?

Kid: Are you somebody?

Mark: Na. You want to play a little?

Kid: It's kind of dark.

Fraser: Okay Ray! [Ray turns on the Riv's lights] [skate onto ice] Did you know there are thirty eight outdoor ponds in downtown Chicago?

Mark: I was wondering what took ya. Okay, Canadians against the Americans, eh?

Kid: Are you tow Canadians? That's not fair.

Fraser: He's right. [points to Ray] You can have him. He's from the United States.

Kid: Okay, but we still get two goals.

Mark: How about we give you three, eh?

[music begins, the game begins and you hear Robert's voice]: As I walked him out of the canyon, Mulet didn't have a thing to say. He almost seemed surprised that he hadn't shot me. It's funny. Some men don't know where there line is until they're committed to crossing it and then it's usually too late.



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