Vecchio: You wanna go under cover.
Fraser: Well I admit, I’m not as familiar with the art of subterfuge as you are, Ray. But it appears to be an inside job and I can’t see any other way to gather sufficient evidence.
Vecchio: Okay. So what would your cover be?
Fraser: My cover… well, I thought I’d present myself as a chance passerby. Naturally I’d start by removing my hat and any identifying symbols from the uniform.
Vecchio: Well, that would be good, because your hat just might give you away.
Fraser: Exactly! That’s exactly what I felt. And then what I thought I’d do is, I would stroll onto the lot and I would introduce myself to the employees and I would ask a few informal questions.
Vecchio: Such as… ?
Fraser: (holds up a hand, then produces a sheet of paper, unfolds it and reads) Does anyone here know the whereabouts of a stolen lime green Comet?
(Ray nods and smiles)
Fraser: Anyone seen a stolen car?
(Ray nods again, that smile still on his face)
Fraser: Any stolen cars around here?
(Ray nods once more)
Fraser: Oh! If you’ve seen a stolen car, please raise your hand.
Vecchio: (stands up) Okay, let’s go.
Fraser: Wait, did I say something wrong?
Vecchio: No. No. Not at all. Just follow me.
Elaine: (to Fraser as he passes by) You’re very good.
Fraser: (gives Elaine a smug grin) Thank you!