DUE SOUTH written by Paul Haggis Second Draft Two Hour version February 11, 1993

PROLOGUE FADE IN: EXTREMELY CLOSE ON A GLOBE The neat 3D kind you wanted when you were a kid, with the mountain ranges that actually protrude. The globe turns, starting on the North Atlantic and then finding Canada: Nova Sceotia, Labrador, Quebec...by the time we reach James Bay, at the southern most tip of Hudson's Bay, we've pushed in even tighter, DISSOLVE TO: EXT. JAMES BAY REGION OF NORTH-EASTERN CANADA - EVENING The sun lies low on the horizen, casting long shadows on the bitter cold landscape. One of the long shadows is moving -- it's attached to the leather boots that step into frame. The boots continue their slow march over the hard ground, passing the stiff carcass of a dead caribou, Only a few feet further the boots come another caribou body, then twe more. The boots pause briefly beside a doe, thenm continue along the guleh. They stop at a small patch of ice. The man sguats and touches the ice, and we see his handsome, weather-worn face: SGT. ROBERT PRESCOTT may be a man near the end of his career, but his eyes are as sharp and clear as the eagle that circles above him, At six foot three, he still carries the physique of a twenty year old. Prescott takes a hunting knife from his Sam Browne belt and raps the icy patch with the butt -- the thin ice breaks easily. He sticks his finger inte the icy water and measures the depth of the shallew puddle. A faint but distinct sound of a rifle bolt chambering a bullet makes Prescott jerk his head up; his eyes find the source. He slowly stands, keeping his eyes fixed on: HIS POV - THE EDGE OF THE FOREST There's no trace of whatever made the sound. ANGLE ON PRESCOTT His eyes haven't moved. When he speaks he doesn't raise his voice, the still night carries it for him. PRESCOTT SR. You're going to shoot a Mountie? They'll hunt you to the ends of the earth. WIDE ANGLE Taking in the full terrain. A shot echoes through the valley. small figure that was Sgt. Prescott Sr. stands for the longest time, then falls the earth. DISSOLVE TO:

THE GLOBE leaves James Bay and continues to circle west, passing over Northern Manitoba and the tip Saskatchewan before finding the North-west Territories, a thousand miles away, where the c¢amera closes in. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHWEST TERRITORIES - NIGHT Jagged rocks, howling wind, blinding snow and miles and miles of more of the same. Not much on here, Which is why we're surprised when -~ WHOOSH —- a team of dogs flies past us, just inches from the camera, barking and snapping as they pull their wooden sied, The driver CRACKS a whip in the air. They're gone in a flash. CUT TO: INT. RCMP OUTPOST - NIGHT This cinder block building has the distinction of being the northern-most district office of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. We know that because we are focused on the regal looking emblem of the RCMP. As we move away from the seal and across the ordinary metal desks and stacking file boxes, we this is hardly the rugged outpost of yore. Still, it is peopled by a small contingent of dedicated keepers-of-the-peace. True, they no longer wear the bright-red uniforms, and the only chiseled chin belongs to an officer named Louisa, but they are nonetheless Mounties. - Right now they're all trying to figure out why the water cooler doesn't work. OFFICER 1 (defensively) I pressed the little red button, nothing happens! OFFICER 2 Try the blue one. OFFICER 1 I tried the blue one. OFFICER 3 Did you shake it? We follow TWO FEMALE OFFICERS headed for the teletype. FEMALE OFFICER 4 I tell him the snow mobiles are frozen dead. He says "I'll take a2 dog sled."

FEMALE OFFICER 5§ A dog sled?? 1Is this guy living in this century? QFFICER 6 (as he passes) I heard he was going over the pass. FEMALE OFFICER 5 Don't ke ridiculous! OFFICER 2 (passing it on, in awe) Prescott went over the pass. OFFICER 3 You gotta be kidding. CUT TO: EXT. THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE - NIGHT The dog team struggles over a rise, straining at the weight behind them; the large, well-bundled form of a man tied to the sled looks like he weighs well over two hundred and fifty pounds. The black boots of the driver dig into the snow as he lifts the rear of the sled over the hill. The unseen driver cracks the whip. THE DRIVER Mush! CUT TO: INT. RCMP OUTPOST - NIGHT We're still following the female officers. FEMALE OFFICER 5 He's never going to make it! - It's fifty below out there; I froze coming in from my car. OFFICER 6 The guy is certifiable. FEMALE OFFICER 5 Who did he go after, anyway? FEMALE OFFICER 4 You wouldn't believe me. FEMALE OFFICER 5 Whe?? CUT TO:

10. 1l. RCMP OUTPOST - NIGHT THE FROZEN TUNDRA - NIGHT The sled bounces over the frozen earth carrying its encapsulated priscner. The driver at the rear of the sled doesn't notice the tip of a knife ease out of blankets. The razor sharp blade slices through the rope that binds the prisoner. With one lightening fast motion, a giant arm thrusts out of the blankets and jans the deadly blade of the Bowie knife hilt-deep into the frozen ground. The lead dog, DIEFENBAKER, yelps as he's suddenly yanked back. Faster than any human would react, the driver swings his knee-high black boot in a high are and kicks the prisoner's hand free of the bene-handled knife, and the sled hurtles on into the darkness. TO: INT. RCMP OUTPQOST - NIGHT FEMALE OFFICER B And you didn't stop him?! FEMALE OFFICER 4 Yeah, I threw my body in front of his dog sled. FEMALE OFFICER 5 Somebody's gotta tell the Superintendent. QFFICER 6 That's the Sergeant's job. FEMALE OFFICER 5 Then we gotta tell the Sergeant! CUT TO: EXT. TUNDRA - NIGHT The lead dog, his fur matted with ice and mud, leaps over a giant snow drift and pulls hard to the right. The sled mounts the drift and skids sideways to a halt. The driver reaches down, yanks the last rope free and grabs the priscner. Without pausing for as much as a breath, he throws the hulking prisoner over his shoulder. cuUl TO: Back over at the water cooler, Officer 1 has a batfle plan mapped out. He grabs hold of the water bottle: OFFICER 1 Okay, when I 1lift, you jam your hand down in there fast; ready and...

Female Officer 5 approaches. FEMALE OFFICER 5 Sergeant? Officer 1 1ooké up. OFFICER 1 Yeah? Just then the doors at the end of the corridor fly open and a figure steps in, engulfed in a swirl of blowing snow. All heads turn. KNEE HIGH BLACK BOOTS . covered in mud, tromp the pristine linoleun with an even, confident stride. Moving up the legs, the man's clothes are so encrusted with dirt and ice you'd never know there - was a uniferm under there. As we come up the man's back we see the mammoth priscner hanging over his shoulder, helpless as a dressed deer. Finally we see the distinctive hat, and we know this is a Mountie. ALL MOUTHS hang agape. The Sergeant has momentarily forgotten that he's holding the water cooler bottle, water spilling out onto his shoes. THEIR POV for the first time we see CONSTABLE BENTON PRESCOTT'S face. foot two, chiseled features, ¢lear blue eyes, he looks like he just walked out of a postcard. A small smile crosses his lips as he passes the cooler. PRESCOTT See you got that fixed, Sergeant. Officer 1 (the Sergeant) realizes what's happening and hands the gushing bottle to Officer 2. ANGLE ON THE HOLDING CELL in the corner of the room. Prescott swings open the cage door and drops the prisoner down on the stool in the corner. PRESCOTT Anything vou need? PRISONER No, I'm fine, thanks. Prescott locks the door and turns to see Female Officer & staring. :

1z. PRESCOTT That's the last time he'll fish over the limit, As he walks away, she still hasn't closed her mouth. CUT TO: MAIN TITLES A stylized mix of ancient black and white archive footage and still photos of the real men of the North West Mounted Police and RCMP, combined with Hollywood's comical and stereotypical view of the mounties over the Years: Sergeant Preston and Yukon King out some of their cornier lines, Nelson Eddy and McDonald singing their hearts out, and the lesser known serial heroes bringing evil-doers to justice. FADE QUT.

ACT ONE FADE IN: INT. RCMP QUTPOST ~ SUPERINTENDENT'S OFFICE - NIGHT Constable Prescott stands as SUPERINTENDENT MEERS returns to his desk, keeping his cool. SUPERINTENDENRT MEERS And you felt it necessary to go out there and get him now, in the middle of one of the worst storms we've had this year. PRESCOTT Yes, sir. SUPERINTENDENT MEERS PRESCOTT He broke the law, sir. SUPERINTENDENT MEERS Prescott, this motto "We always get our man" -- maybe no one mentioned this, but it isn't really our motto some writer made it up. See, our motto is "Maintain The Right". That means....it doesn't matter what that means, the point is, you tracked a man three hundred miles BECAUSE HE CAUGHT TOO MANY FISH!! PRESCOTT . He exceeded the limit by guite a bit, sir. SUPERINTENDENT MEERS Do you know why they keep transferring you further and further north, Prescott?! (tossing him some paper) Here, write out the word "ambarrassment" for me, we'll pin it to your hat, so whenever you in the mirror, you'll know. How much c¢ould a man fish over the limit that would justify you recklessly endangering your life, and the reputation of this police force?! .

14. 15. PRESCOTT (referring to his pad) Four and a half tons, sir. SUPERINTENDENT MEERS (caught off guard) ...Tons of.,.fish. PRESCOTT He was dynamiting the rivers, then scooping the salmon off the surface with a backhoe. I destroyed the plastic explosives, fragmentary mines and nitro- glycerine and then donated the three truckloads of fish to a local village. The tribal elder said he'd call you with his thanks as soon as their phone lines are restored. We can see that Presceott richly enjoys the pregnant pause that follows. broken as Female Officer 4 raps on the Superintendent's door and enters with a telex. FEMALE OFFICER 4 Sir, there's a tribal elder on the phone for you, and this just came in over the wire. She hands the telex and throws a quick to Prescott. Something is very wrong. Meers looks up from reading the telex. He is visibly shaken. SUPERINTENDENT MEERS (to Prescott) ...It's your father. cuT TO: EXT. JAMES BAY AREA —- DAY An area of vast wilderness, dotted with rivers and lakes. A herd of caribouw graze on a hillside. The only man-made sound is a FAINT DULL ROAR which emanates from somewhere in the distance. Then the roar is overtaken by the SOUND OF A PLANE ENGINE APPROACHING. In the sky above, a six- seater CESSNA appears over a ridge. CUT TO: INT. CESSNA CONTINUOUS Prescott stares out his window, lost in thought, as the pilot, BERT JENKINS, pours a cup of coffee from a thermes. .

16. 17. 18.. 19, JENKINS Time was, vou could look out that window and see nothing but geese. Thousands of 'em. And that river down there -- beavers used to cover it like a bunch of hairy little ants. Not anymore, though. The government kinda put 'em out of business. EXT. THE GROUND BELOW = THEIR POV - CONTINUOUS A huge monolith of a dam under construction comes inte view. Behind it lays a water reservoir which stretches as far as’ the eye can see. RETURN TO SCENE PRESCOTT Yeah. Everything's changing. Diefenbaker, his lead dog, looks up from his feet, as if offering sympathy. Prescott gives him a small pat. ANGLE AHEAD A small northern city comes into view. DISSOLVE TO: INT. HOSPITAL MORGUE ~- DAY A sheet is pulled back, revealing the lifeless face of 8gt. Robert Prescott. ' . PRESCOTT JR. stares down at the For a second the shock registers, but the stubborn face refuses to lose its composure. Beside him stands an imposing senior RCMP Qfficer in his fifties, CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT GERARD. GERARD Still don't know what the hell he was doing out there. Middle of nowhere, ten belew zero. PRESCOTT His log book...? GERARD He closed his last case over a week ago. Should've been catching up on paperwork.

20. 21. 10 Prescott lowers the sheet and nods to the orderly to remove the body. GERARD (CONT'D) But you know. your Dad. He'd rather freeze his rump off than hug a desk. CUT TO: EXT. RCMP HEADQUARTERS —— DAY —= ESTABLISHING SHOT A two story building, larger and more impressive than the one Prescott hails from. The sign over the entrance reads "RCMP Fast Bay Regicnal Headgquarters'. CUT TO: INT. GERARD'S OFFICE -~ CONTINUOUS Gerard sets a small plastic evidence bag on the desk in front of Prescott. By the way he talks we can tell Gerard and Prescett Sr. were close. GERARD .303 calibre, standard hunting ammo. It's the first week of the season =-- every damned idiot up here suddenly feels the need to kill something. Near as we can tell, he must have caught a stray bullet. Useless damn way to die. Prescott fingers the mangled remains of the bullet. GERARD (CONT'D) Son, every officer on this post spent the last three days combing that gulch., If there was evidence of foul play, we would have found it. (Beat, then) When was the last time you talked to him? PRESCOTT ...Christmas. Prescott tries to disguise his feelings of guilt and remorse. Gerard covers for him: - GERARD I guess the more you know someone, the less that needs to be said. DISSOLVE TO:

23. 11 EXT. GULCH -= DAY Tattered yellow police tape snaps in the wind. Prescott Kneels over the spot where his father's body fell. The once virgin snow is now trampled down in all directions, eriss-crossed by the ski-marks of snowmebiles and heavy tire tracks. Prescott studies the ground. He turns over a clump of snow, stained with dried blood. The clump falls apart in his fingers. Diefenbaker moves into frame, sniffs the ground beside him, then moves off. Prescott watches as the dog heads down the gulch, then follows. CUT TO: A HUNDRED YARDS DOWN THE GULCH a hawk pecks at something through the new fallen snow. It catches the dog's scent and takes off. Diefenbaker lopes imto frame and sniffs the snowy mound, then moves off. A moment later PRESCOTT kneels down beside the mound and brushes away the snow. It's the frozen hody of & dead caribou, Prescott looks down the gulch -- a dozen more patches of brown fur poke through the snow. Suddenly, A KNIFE flies into frame, imbedding in the ground by Prescott's knee. Prescott reacts instantly, rolling te one side and drawing his Smith & Wesson service revolver. The dog comes charging back and snarls. Prescott stills him with a hand signal. AN INUIT MAN stands at the edge of the gulch. INUIT You want meat, Mountie? Try the supermarket. The Inuit turns away and ties another fallen caribou to the sled attached to his ski mobile, Prescott approaches. He hands the Inuit back his knife. PRESCOTT You kill them? INUIT Nope. PRESCOTT You see some hunters come through INUIT Lots of them.

24. 25, 12 PRESCOTT They kill them? INUIT Nope. PRESCOTT Then who? INUIT No one. They just drank nuch. The Inuit man kicks over the engine of his ski mobile and tears off through the weods, bouncing off the trunks. of trees. INUIT (as he sideswipes each tree) Damn, get outta my way!... Damn, will ya watch it?! (warning the trees to move:) Comin' through, comin' through!.., Damn! Prescott watches after hinm guizzically, then continues up the hill, the dog following. CuT TO: THE WOQDS Prescott follows a deer trail along the ridge. He notices something and stops: Another set of tracks have appeared along side. He kneels and picks something out of the snew - a .303 shell casing. CUT TO: SOME DISTANCE OFF The trail of footsteps joins several others. It looks like half a dozen men stopped here briefly. Five of them went off in one direction, the sixth is the trail he's been following. Just a few feet away lie the rut marks of Jeep tires. Prescott kneels and studies the boot Prints. His dog noses up beside him. PRESCOTT (to dog) Do yon know six people up here who can afford new boots? DISSOLVE TO:

27. 13 EXT. AIR FIELD -~ DAY A4 light plane dips down from the sky and lands on a narrow air strip. As it passes we see parked in the background the three or four other prop planes that make uUp the East Bay commercial airfield. Prescott and Bert Jenkins appear from behind one of these and head across the tarmac toward the airfield's lone hangar barn. . JENKINS We get a lot of weekend hunters up here. Yuppies, mostly. Wouldn't knew a deer from a tree stump. PRESCOTT I'm looking fer a party of six. Would have come in about a week ago. JENKINS I've been flying supplies mostly. Try Herb Lantrell. CUT TO: INT. HANGAR - DAY HERB LANTRELL, a chubby pilot in his forties, has a pocket cellular phone pressed to his ear as he leafs through his flight leog. HERB (into phone) Betty, honey, you got milk. I brought home a gallon yesterday. Look in the fridge. . Herb turns to Prescott who's waiting patiently. HERB (CONT'D) Prescott, re: phone) Never shoulda bought the damn thing. WNow it's bring milk, bring butter, I'm up ten thousand feet and she wants me to stop at a 7 Eleven. Prescott smiles. Herb runs a finger down a column in his log book. ) HERB (CONT'D) A week ago you say? Brought some nuns up on a retreat. That help?

28, 29. 14 PRESCOTT Not unless they were carrying firearms. HERE From the look some of them it wouldn't have surprised me.... Okay, here you go bunch of dentists from Chicage. Killed their limit and went home early. Lot of latent bloodlust, dentists. PRESCOTT You have the passenger list? HERB Sure. (back to phone) Foot Powder? I'd like to Betty, but I'm at three thousand feet and heading for a eliff. call you if I pull out. (hangs up, winks to Prescott) Has its advantages too. ' CUT TO: INT. HOSPITAL MORGUE -~ DAY Prescott hoists the body of a caribou from his shoulders and lowers it onto a gurney. He looks up to see the somewhat puzzled look on the face of the CORONER. CORONER Pet, was it? PRESCOTT Think you can tell me what killed it? CORONER Toss it in the freezer. be a few days. PRESCOTT Thanks. Prescott exits. DYSSOLVE TO: EXT. CEMETERY --_DAY Outside the gates, the roadway is lined with RCMP vehicles, including several black sedans. curT T0:

31. 32, 33. s EXT. GRAVE SITE -~ DAY RANKS OF RCMP OFFICERS, in full dress red serge, stand at attention by the grave site. A casket, draped with the RCMP Corp ensign, rests in the foreground. On the opposite side, Prescott stands alone, also in his red serge. A few paces behind him is a group of civilians and dignitaries, including ¢hief Superintendent Gerard. ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER JOHN UNDERHILL addresses them, UNDERHILL . years age I came to the Northwest Territories as a Corporal. Even then, the name Bob Prescott was spoken with awe among the ranks of new recruits. It was said that he could track a ghost across sheer ice, and that a young officer would have to move fast and drive hard just to catch his shadow. Many have followed the spirit and tradition of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. A few have embodied it. Sgt. Robert Prescott's name will always be among them. EXTREME WIDE ANGLE - CEMETERY A ceremonial BLAST OF RIFLE FIRE flushes birds from the trees. CUT TO: EXT. THE BLIND MOOSE INN =~ DAY A backweods kind of tavern, the kind you'd expect to find but rarely do anymore in the great white north. GERARD (V.0.) Yeah, we'd appreciate that.... CUT TO: INT. BLIND MOOSE INN - DAY A wake is in progress. Trappers and construction workers mix with Mounties and men in suits. A sizable pine bar runs the length of the room, accompanied by a few rough hewn tables and chairs, a couple of booths and a juke box. We find Sup. Gerard on the ancient pay phone. GERARD +..I'm afraid that's all we've got... I will, thanks.

16 Gerard hangs up and joins Prescott at the bar. GEORGE, the affable BARTENDER offers Gerard another drink. GEQRGE (re: pay phone) I'm going te start charging you rent on that thing. You driving or can I pour you another? GERARD Thanks, George. GEORGE Hell of a wake. (to Prescott) To your father, may he not give the Angels a moments peace. ' The three men drink. As George moves off, Prescott turns to Gerard. GERARD Your father and I spent too many nights in places like this. (re: his glass) I see you picked up his habit. Straight gingerale, is that? PRESCOTT (re: phone call) did they say? GERARD I gave them your list of names, they'll assign an officer to check them out. PRESCOTT With respect, sir, the Chicago P.D. is not going to make this a high priority. (a beat) I understand there is an opening at the Chicago Consulate. GERARD And you're going to what - go across the border, frisking sportsmen at random? Ben, man to man, if this really was g nmurder, I want to find whoever did it and show him the view from the end of a rope. But I can't do that, and neither can you. There were a hundred

17 GERARD (cont'd) hunters out in the woods that day, most of them from Godw=knows- where. You found six. They will check them out. Let them do their job. PRESCOTT I realize I wouldn't be allowed to work the case, sir, but if I'm in the same city I can at least check their progress. GERARD Tell me, Constable, how long you been on the force now? PRESCOTT Thirteen years, GERARD And what's the biggest city you've ever worked in? PRESCOTT .. GERARD Yeah, and you were transferred out after five weeks because you couldn't adapt to such an urban lifestyle. You're like your father: up there in no man's land, there isn't a better cop in the world. But in Chicage, they'd eat you alive within minutes. (a beat) I'm sorry. PRESCOTT I understand. Prescott takes something frem his pocket and places it on the bar in front of Gerard. his badge. PRESCOTT I also Know you understand that nothing is going to stop me frem finding my father's killer, and bringing him to justice. Prescott turns and exits. Gerard reaches over and picks up the badge.

34, 35. 36. 1B CLOSE ON BADGE Gerard hands it to someone. We widen to see we are ing INT. QFFICE OF ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER UNDERHILL ~ NIGHT Underhill thumbs the badge. He looks up to Gerard. COMMISSIONER UNDERHILL Give him the transfer. GERARD Oh come on, Charlie, you think they're going to let him do anything? He'll have no jurisdiction... COMMISSIONER UNDERHILL Chicago P.D. are going to treat this like any other regquest. The only way they'll find this gquy is if he's picked up for a broken tail=-light and he blurts out a spontaneous confession. (with This was Bob Prescott. Give him the transfer, He hands Gerard back the badge. Gerard finally sniles, as if he knows in his guts this is the right thing to do. GERARD God help Chicago. TO: THE GLOBE Circles west from James Bay, but we cut a sharp south- westerly angle, passing through Northern Ontarie, through Sault Sainte Marie and down the great lakes to Chicago. A wing tip of a2 small model plane sweeps dramatically into frame: MATCH CUT TO: EXT. CHICAGO O'HARE AIRPORT - (STOCK SHOT) - DAY CLOSE ON A PASSENGER AIRLINER swooping in for a landing. - CUT TO:

38. 39. 19 INT. CHICAGO O'HARE AIRPORT - DAY A steady stream of passengers descend on the escalator, No one takes the stairs, No one but Constable Prescott, of course, his heavy nap sack and gear slung easily over his shoulder. At the bottom of the stairs, everyone ignores the two women in pseudo~nurse's garb that solicit donations. NURSE Help feed the hungry. TFood for the hungry. Prescott stops, reaches into his inside jacket pocket, pulls out what locks like a flat bay of beef-jerky, and puts it in the Nurse's begging dish. The nurse picks it up with two fingers. NURSE What is it? PRESCOTT Pemmican. If re still hungry when you finish it, drink water. It expands in your stomach. And he's off, not wishing to be thanked. The nurses stare after him, the Pemmican dangling there like a dead mouse. CUT TO: INT. AIRPORT CONCOURSE - SECONDS LATER In the crowd of deplaning passengers, a woman with a toddler in one arm and two other children in a cart kKeeps pace with Prescott, who carries her various and many bags along with his =- the diaper bag pretty much obscuring his view. PRESCOTT Think of it, Ma'am. Whoooa! That last sound was him striding onte the moving sidewalk and zooming off ahead. CUT TO: INT. AIRPORT CONCOURSE - MOMENTS LATER Prescott has a new walking companion, an "OPERATOR" whe is stringing him his best tale.

40, 41. 20 PRESCOTT And they won't operate on your little girl unless you give them the money in advance? OPERATOR Man, without seeing the cash, they won't give you an aspirin. FRESCOTT And you'll pay me back within a week? OPERATOR As God is my witness. (taking out a bill) I'm afraid all I can give you is 2 hundred. OPERATOR (stunned to a dead stop) You're going to give a complete stranger a hundred dollars?? You're kidding. ' PRESCOTT I'd never kid about a child's life. CUT TO: EXT. O'HARE AIRPORT =~ MOMENTS LATER Prescott waits in a queue for a taxi. When it's his turn the cab pulls up, but Prescott notices an elderly lady behind him. He holde open the cab door and offers it to her, PRESCOTT You take it, Ma'am. CUT TO: EXT. SAME AIRPORT CAB STAND - MOMENTS LATER another cab pulls up, Prescott opens the back door, but now a young lady stands behind him and he offers it to her. PRESCOTT Please. CUT TO:

- 42, 43. 44, 45. 46. 21 EXT. SAME AIRPORT CAB STAND - MOMENTS LATER An elderly couple get the same consideration. He closes the door after then. PRESCOTT No, you go right ahead. CUT TOQ: EXT., AIRPORT CAE STAND - MOMENTS LATER, Prescott opens the door of this new cab for himself, but 2 rude businessman pushes right in front and takes his cab. Another cab pulls up right behind, Prescott opens the rear door but sees a man in a wheelchair behind him. He motions for him to take it. CUT TO: EXT. INTERSTATE HIGHWAY ~ EVENING Prescott walks along the shoulder, whistling as he heads for the city. He passes the road sign that beams WELCOME TO CHICAGO. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. POLICE STATION == NIGHT An old brick precinct building in the heart of the city. Prescott folds his map and enters. CUT TO: INT. POLICE STATION At the front desk, SEVERAL UNIFORMED OFFICERS are lined up bearing SUSPECTS in handcuffs. THE DESK SERGEANT hands the cop at the head of the line his paperwork, and the cop moves off with his suspect in tow. DESK SERGEANT Next. Prescott steps up to the desk. The Sergeant %s given considerable pause by the sight of his wide-brimmed hat. DESK SERGEANT (CONT'D) Look here, it's Nanook of the North. PRESCOTT (showing I.D.) Constable Prescott, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

22 DESK SERGEANT (impressed) No kidding. (peeks over the counter) Gotta dog? PRESCOTT In guarantine. DESX SERGEANT I got a2 dog. Great Dane. Can't pull nothin', though. Bad back. PRESCOTT I'm sorry to hear that. I'm locking for the officer assigned to a partiecular case, I was given this case number, Prescott hands him a piece of paper, the Sergeant punches the numbers into his computer. DESK SERGEANT Uh=huh, wh-huh, (finds it. Enjoys this:) Oh yeah, you'll like this fella. Head down that hall, through the end door, third holding cell your left. PRESCOTT His name? DESK SERGEANT Oh you can't miss him, just look for Armani. Prescott heads off. cuT TO: INT. HOLDING AREA - CONTINUOUS Prescott displays his visitor I.D. to A UNTFORMED GUARD at a desk, who lets him enter. Prescott walks to the third holding cell on his left and looks in. We PAN ACROSS the dangerous-looking detainees; gang members, transients, pinps...to a handsome Latine man in his early thirties, well-coifed, perfectly manicured and dressed in a top-pf-the-line Armani suit, Armani silk shirt and hand-painted Armani tie. His name is RAY HERNANDEZ. A HUGE, WELL-DRESSED GUY next to him examines the label in his jacket.

48, 23 RAY Of course it's original merchandise; friend of mine found a2 truck full just sorta sitting on the side of the road. HUGE WELL DRESSED GUY Isn't this kind of a strange place to do business? RAY Hey, at least in here you know who you're dealing with. PRESCOTT Excuse me? ' Ray and the perpetrators turn te look. PRESCOTT I'm looking for a Detective The Huge Guy and his friends turn back to Ray, who tries to look RAY (te huge guy and friends) What?...You mean...what? (finally) Guard? cUT TO: INT. DETECTIVE'S BULLPEN -- MOMENTS LATER Hernandez fires through the doors, followed by Prescott. RAY Okay, who let the Mountie into the holding Without looking, several detectives raise their hands. PRESCOTT I'm sorry. I believe it was an unfortunate confusion about an unfamiliar, idiomatic trade name. RAY What the confusion was: down here,.we don't bust in on some guy when he's about to take down the biggest operator in the garment district for buying stolen merchandise!

PRESCOTT S50 you were attempting to sell him a truckload of illegally obtzined men's clothing. RAY That's right! PRESCOTT Isn't that entrapment? RAY (finds his desk) What do yow want from me? PRESCOTT (hands him paper) I was told you were in charge of this case. RAY The dead Mountie thing, like I couldn't have guessed. Look, I got the list of names, it's in my basket there somewhere. The noment I get a chance I'll run them through the computer, pick up the phone, call you with the information, and you can get your Boy Scout points. Anything else? PRESCOTT Yes. The dead Mountie was my father. 1'd appreciate it if you'd check the names while there's still a chance of catching the man whe killed him. Prescott turns and walks out, leaving Ray speechless. " Prescott hesitates at the door. PRESCOTT And he's not in the garment business. RAY PRESCOTT Your operator. He had a hole in his shoe. A big garment buyer wouldn't be seen with a hole in his shoe. So, like you, he's pretending to be someone he's not. '

49. S0, 51. 52. 53, 54, 55. 25 Prescott turns and exits, leaving Ray to think about this. DISSOLVE To: EXT. LARGE MODERN DOWNTOWN HOTEL - NIGHT Prescott enters the modern monolith, his rucksack slung over his shoulder, CUT TO: INT. HOTEL ROOM ~ NIGHT Prescott stares out the picture window at the foreign sight below -~ the lights of the city. CUT TO: ANGLE ON THE BED - LATER Prescott lies there trying to sleep, He takes a deep breath, but can't seem to get any air in his lungs. CUT TO: ANGLE ON HOTEL ROOM WINDOW Prescott tries several ways to open the picture window, but the room is completely sealed. CUT TO: ANGLE ON AIR CONDITIONING CONTROL Prescott manages to turn on the air cenditioning. CUT TO: ANGLE ON THE BED He lies there with the drone of the stale air being forced into the sterile room. CUT TO: EXT. ROOFTOP OF HOTEL - NIGHT Prescott rolls out his sleeping bag. Once inside, he takes a deep breath and stares up at the sky. He rolls over ou his side-and pulls something from his breast pocket. an old crumpled photo of his father as a young recruit. The first real signs of emotion creep onto his face.

56. 26 PRESCOTT (in a whisper) I'll bring him in, Dad. You can count on me. He puts the photo away and closes his eyes. TO: WIDE ANGLE = ROOFTOP AND SKYLINE - NIGHT We pull way back to see what Prescott is up against == one man, out of place and alone amongst the thousands of strangers in this city. FADE OUT. END ACT ONE

58. 59. 27 ACT TWO FAD (o) IN: EXT. CANADIAN CONSULATE BUILDING (CHICAGO) - DAY Over which we hear the voice of Prescott's new ROMP bess, SUPERINTENDENT LEE ANNE MOFFAT. MOFFAT (V.0.) I think you know I wasn't pleased about your being transferred here. CUT TO: INT. BUILDING - RCMP LIAISON OFFICE = DAY This is the RECEPTION AREA of the small, nondescript office. As Moffat continues to pontificate, CAROL, her assistant, exits her boss's office and closes the doer. From the expression on her face we can tell she doesn't think much of her boss. MOFFAT'S VOICE I'm sure you're really very good at stomping your way through the ice and snow, but this is a Consulate Office, and... INT. SUPERINTENDENT MOFFAT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS We finally see SUP. LEE ANNE MOFFAT, a young woman of thirty, sharp, dedicated, ultra-urban, very inch the new RCMP, MOFFAT (cont'd) a cleft chin and a blue ribboen for kayaking doesn't get you very far down here. Do you even what we do here? PRESCOTT This is the Liaison Office, Ma'am. Chief Liaison Qfficer Yyou work closely with local law enforcement, the various arms of the American Criminal Justice Systems and Intelligence Community on matters of mutua) interest. MOFFAT And you thought that sounded like an exciting alternative to recovering stolen snowshoes.

60, PRESCOTT 28 They said you needed an assistant. MOFFAT (smiles knowingly) Oh, they did. well, before you get too enthused, let things in perspective Agencies like the FBI me put for you. and the DEA don't just automatically rush to cooperate with foreign security services. First, they have to take you seriously. That means having a reputation —— being just as tough and ruthless as thay are. Scotland Yard, they take seriously. The Mossad, they take seriously, But the Mounties? We're just polite people in funny hats whe have problems pronouncing the vowels You're trying to discuss methods of breaking the international heroin trade -- they're trying to get you to say "ooot" and "abooot" into a tape recorder. We're a stereotype, Prescott; one that I've worked very hard to change. And you tromping around in your size twelve mukluks won't do much to help that. PRESCOTT I'1ll do my best to adapt. SUP. MOFFAT Don't bother. I have job for you, Prescott the perfect . Just do ne a favor -- while you're out there, try te avoid the urge to burst inte song, EXT. CANADIAN CONSULATE - DAY CUT TO: From the brass plaque that identifies the consulate, we PAN ACROSS the pillared entrance to: PRESCOTT, standing at attention, as motionless and unblinking as a in full dress red serge, Buckingham Palace Guard. Across from him stand several KIDS, making faces trying te crack him up. One fina onto Prescott's shoe. The kids s lly spits his gum out ee someone coming and

29 scatter. The sameone is Ray Hernandez, on his way to the gonsulata. Ray walks past Prescott mnd enters the pullding. ' RAY me. A beat latar Ray returns, reallzing it wes Prescott. RAY you! I walxed right past you, I didn't recognlze you gtanding there like that. Prascott continues staring ahead, as is his job. Ray doesn't seem to clue into this. Ha leans up against the wall beside him and out & cigaratte. RAY oxay, I acted like » jerk, T didn't realize it was your I should have inte it earlier. . (offering him a clgarette) Want ona? (takes silence for a "no") Anyway, were right about the goombah in the cell, I alg around, find out he's Intermal trying to my ass tor illegal entrapment. Can you that? man is trying to entrap me into entrapping him. ft's like my 0ld man used to trust a cop.¥ In any case, I figured I owed you one, so I to say...thanks. Ray offers his hand. Prescott, of course, can't it. RAY (cont’d) T apologized, what elee do you want from prescott,..? Ray wavas & hand in front of Prescott's face. He takes some delight in this RAY you're kidding me! This is your job?? This is like your real job? Y don'‘t palieve Seon of a gun! Hey, no offensa, I have the greatest respect for pacple who can do scmething and

30 RAY do it well. Or in this case, do nothing and do it well. Ray laughs at his own stupid joke, then lowers his voice to speak in cenfidence. RAY (cont'd) Anyway, listen, I checked out " that list of names for you and I have something that may be something, so we should talk. (waits, expecting a response) You're putting me on, right?... Okay, okay, just tell me when you'll be off and I'll come back. (waits, no response) You got a break coming up seon or something?.,. Would nodding your head be some sort of crime?... You sort of swayed forward a bit there, was that a yes?... I'm talkin to a corpse. The clock tower chimes twelve, Praescott shoulders his rifle, turns with precision to stare at Ray, turns again and marches away. RAY (ceont'd) You know you have gum on your shoe? CUT TO: 61, INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY It's getting close to rush hour as Ray and Prescott enter through the front door. RAY S0 I called the American Dental Association to check them out, and every one on your list comes up as members. Only one of them, this Dr. Lawrence Medley, isn't current with his dues. I ask how delinguent the guy is, they say twelve years. TO: 62, INT. SUBWAY STATION PLATFORM - CONTINUQUS They turn onto the platform and head for the waiting train.

31 RAY (cont'd) I call his practice, the nurse says he can't come to the phone, that he's been dead twelve years. This then makes me curious. Ray wonders why they are waiting at the open train door. RAY (cont'd) You gonna get on or what? PRESCOTT (holding open door) It just takes a few extra seconds to be courtecus, (to woman with groceries) After you, Ma'am..., (to elderly man) No, after you, sir. ANGLE FROM FAR SIDE OF PLATFORM The train pulls out of the station. Prescott and Ray are the only ones left standing on the platform. - RAY My bet is there aren't a lot of high speed chases in Canada. CUT TO: 63. INT. DENTIST'S RECEPTION AREA - DAY Ray enters, still telling his story to Prescott. RAY S0 I say to myself, "How could this Dr. Medley be on this hunting trip last month, being as dead as he appears to be?" I mean, even with a dentist, someone would have commented on this. (shows ID to receptionist) Detective Hernandez to see Dr. Weingarten. She disappears. . CUT TO: 64, INT. DENTIST'S QFFICE - A SHORT TIME LATER The dentist, DR. WEINGARTEN, digs am envelope of snapshots out of his desk drawer and turns to Ray and Prescott, )

65. 32 DR. WEINGARTEN No, not personally. 1In fact, he called me. He'd heard abeut our annual hunting trip, asked if he could come along. Harry Prentjice, pericdontist, he usually comes with, but this year he had that accident. (finds a photo he's been looking for) Here, this is him, Larry Medley, the one sleeping in the corner. I think that's the only one I got of him. For some reason he was never around when we were taking pictures. CLOSE ON PHOTO in Ray's hand; a group snapshot of several guys on a small plane, the one sleeping in the corner is apparently the mystery dentist, Larry Medley. BACK TO SCENE DR. WEINGARTEN (cont'd) Not much of a hunter, didn't shoot a thing. I came back with that fella. Dr. Weingarten proudly indicates the stuffed beaver posed on his file cabinet, CUT TO: INT. POLICE STATION - BULL PEN - NIGHT The night crowd is thinner. Prescott follows Ray through the double doors. PRESCOTT How do you know him? RAY I don't, I never said I did. I just have this feeling I've seen him before. PRESCOTT You recognized his face. RAY Not so much his face as his nose.

33 PRESCOTT His nose? RAY It's like I have this ability. Everyone's nose is distinetive, no two people have exactly the same nose. I just have this thing where I never forget a nose. Call it a gift. You know how to type? PRESCOTT A hundred words a why? CUT TO: 66, OVER AT THE COMPUTER A SHORT TIME LATER Ray looks over Prescott's shoulder as Prescott types. RAY June '86, I‘m walking a beat, and I get a call on this domestic viclence case. Very, very messy; guy had his wife's arm in a car door and kept slamming it, this was not one of your more tender romances. Anyway ,when I saw the gquy in the photo I flashed on this gquy's nose. Ray indicates one in a list of names on the screen. RAY This puppy, Frankie Kohl. Prescott highlights it and presses Enter. An arrest record and mug shots appear for FRANK KOHL. Ray holds the " dentist's snapshot up beside the computer screen. RAY What do you think? PRESCOTT It's exactly the same nose. RAY What'd I tell you?... - CUT TO:

67. CLOSE ON COMPUTER PRINTER - MOMENTS LATER The deot matrix printer s and Prescott wateh. He rips the RAY It stuck in my mind 'cause homicide had been trying te nail him for a mob hit. The best we could get was six months for assault and battery. Eight weeks later he was out and the Italian population has been dwindling ever since. PRESCOTT He's a hired killer? RAY Well, I don't think he hunts for relaxation. Someone wanted your dad out of the way enough to import a professional. Any idea why? . PRESCOTT No. You have an address? computer paper off, hands it to Prescott. RAY It's not worth the cab fare to check; he'll have been long gone. PRESCOTT ++.But you have an idea. RAY One lead. I follow up one lead, I don't have time to make a career of this case. PRESCOTT I understand. cuT pits out the information as Ray TO: 34

.68, 35 EXT. POLICE STATION PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER They head out the huge parking lot in search of Ray's car. RAY It's net that I wouldn't like to see this solved, but if I'm going to get anywhere, make a name for myself, I have to and choose my cases, and having my name in the Yukon Gazette is going to do bupkus for my career. PRESCOTT Where are we going? RAY There's a place I know, lot of heavy weights hang out there, the kind of people who could reach out and touch someone like this. I've been working it for months, hanging out, fitting in, they think I'm complete scum. Down here, your reputation is everything, (stops, lost) Where the hell did I leave the car? Prescott pulls out his compass and refers to it. PRESCOTT Thirty~two degrees south. RAY oh, right. " They walk away from us seeking thirty two degrees south, RAY What's your first name, anyway? I can't keep calling you Prescott. PRESCOTT Benton, RAY So what's your first name? PRESCOTT Benton.

69. 36 RAY You have a first name? PRESCOTT Can we make a stop on the way? cUT TO: EXT. CUSTOMS WAREHOUSE - NIGHT Ray waits ocutside behind the wheel of his immaculate black Mustang. He checks his watch, then thinks he sees a2 small mark on the dash board. He wets his finger and rubs at it. Finally the passenger door opens revealing Prescott. Prescott snaps his fingers and his great white dog bounds inte the and starts licking his face and sniffing various body parts. Ray immediately freaks out. RAY Whoa=-whoa=whoa! What are you doing? He's sniffing me! He's licking me! PRESCOTT (with a hand motion) Diefenbaker. Back seat. The dog leaps the seat, RAY He's on my seats! He has footprints on my seats! I have dog hair all over me! PRESCOTT I'm sorry, he's usually better behaved. He's just excited to be out of that guarantine cage. Ray brushes the dog hair off himself, regaining his composure. RAY No, it's okay, I'm just not real big on dogs. To tell the truth, they terrify me. . PRESCOTT Actually, you ¢an't really call Diefenbaker a dog. RAY can't?

70. 37 PRESCOTT He's really more of a wolf, RAY Wolf?! Ray whips his head around to look. Diefenbaker returns his stare. Ray forces a smile. RAY Hi. Ray turns, puts the car into drive and takes off. cuT TO: EXT. STREETS - CONTINUOUS As they drive off: RAY (V.0.) Does he have to sit that close? PRESCOTT (V.0.) I think cars make him nervous. RAY (V.0.) ...Really. PRESCOTT (V.0.) He'll be fine. He's probably just hungry. FADE QUT. END OF ACT TWO

71. 72, 38 ACT THREE FADE IN: EXT, CITY STREETS - A SHORT WHILE LATER - NIGHT Ray's convertible cruises through a2 seedy section of town. Neon signs indicate cheap bars and all~-night liguor stores. Hookers and drug dealers beckon to passing cars. RAY (V,0,) You won't find this on mest of your tourist maps. CUT TO: INRT. RAY'S MUSTANG - CONTINUOUS Diefenbaker sleeps out of sight in the back seat as Ray peints out the areas of interest. RAY I wouldn't go walking around here by yourself. PRESCOTT . Really? RAY Trust me on this. There's the place there. They pass the bar and Pull up around the corner, parking up the block from a liquor store, where several gang members hang out. Ray turns off the ignition and pushes a2 button -- the roof on the mustany raises automatically. Prescott watches this with interest. PRESCOTT Hm. RAY (re: dog) Just tell him to stay...and not to eat my seats or anything. PRESCOTT I'11l try. RAY {nervous) What do you mean "try"? He's not trained?