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48 Hrs. (1982)

by Roger Spottiswoode and Walter Hill & Larry Gross and Steven E. De Souza.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


FADE IN:

OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

Endless green hills bisected by a ribbon of highway. A road
gang clearing brush by the side of the road... Twenty-five
men in prison fatigues sweating through their mid-afternoon
labor.

THREE GUARDS

Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
sidearms, sunglasses; they look like they mean it.

HIGHWAY

A battered pickup appears...approaches. Suddenly, it coughs,
shudders, stalls. A big Blackfoot Indian named BILLY BEAR
gets out and starts cursing and kicking the vehicle.Then he
begins walking toward the road gang...

ROADSIDE

BRADY is the Guard near the center of the work gang; he
smiles at the oncoming man, pokes a prisoner beside him.

		BRADY
	Wonder what reservation they let
	him off of...

The prisoner is GANZ who looks up, grins at Brady...

		GANZ
	Yeah, there goes the neighborhood.

Brady laughs as Billy Bear closes in on him.

		BILLY
	Say, buddy, my engine's
	overheating and I got 30 miles
	before the next station... Could
	I get some water out of your
	cooler?

Ganz leans on his hoe, speaks as Billy passes...

		GANZ
	Maybe you shoulda stole a better
	truck, Tonto.

		BILLY
	You got a real big mouth, convict.

		BRADY
	It's okay, chief.  He's just
	joking...

		BILLY
	How about the water...

		GANZ
	Firewater, Tonto?  Is that what
	you...

Billy whirls, swings at Ganz. Both men roll to the ground.

		BRADY
	Hey! Jesus Christ!

THE OTHER GUARDS

Seeing the commotion, they run toward it.

GANZ AND BILLY

As they struggle, Billy slips a pistol into Ganz' hand.

		BRADY
	That's a state prisoner,
	asshole...! Back off...

ROADSIDE

Brady pulls Billy away from Ganz just 'as one of the other
officers arrives... Ganz suddenly whips out a pistol, shoots
Brady at point-blank range. Before the other Guards can even
react, Billy comes out with his own pistol, caps the Second
Guard.

THIRD GUARD

Still forty yards away... In mid-draw, be howls as a bullet
from Ganz breaks the nearby ground. He fires, then turns and
runs for the prison bus.

GANZ

Smiling, fires twice. but the range is too great for pistol
work...

THE OTHER PRISONERS

Watching....Then they all scatter in different directions...

GANZ

Hefts his weapon...

		GANZ
	Come on...

He and the big Indian run to the pickup, climb in and roar
away.

INT. BUS

The THIRD GUARD making a call on the police radio...

		OFFICER
	APO 657, Unit 25 to APO 478t APO
	657t Unit 25 to APO 478.

		RADIO RESPONSE
	Go ahead, Unit 25.

		OFFICER
	Escape in progress. Two officers
	shot off rail crossing 31.
	Prisoners escaping. Two men, one
	six-four, 200 pounds, dark, an
	Indian, the other, Albert Ganz,
	five-ten...

FURTHER DOWN THE HIGHWAY

Several miles from the escape... A big semi parked by the
side of ttie road; back doors to the closed trailer open. A
station wagon parked across the road. The pickup appears,
approaches the semi, slows down and drives up the ramp into
the van. Ganz and Billy jump out, shove the ramp up inside
the truck and close the big doors.

STATION WAGON

Ganz and Billy climb inside ancl roar off, back in the
direction of the road gang.

BILLY BEAR

Takes off his hat, puts on a baseball cap and sunglasses...

		BILLY
	Get ready to duck.

Ganz dives for the floor. Three police cars go by, sirens
blaring, lights flashing. They pass the road gang. Ganz
reappear, smiles...

		GANZ
	You know something? I'm having a
	real good time.

HIGHWAY

The station wagon blasts down the pavement... Becomes a small
dot on the landscape.

TRANSITION.

A DOORWAY - NIGHT

the portal slams open revealing a man holding a huge
pistol,jack cates, s.F.P.D., a large and powerful man... He
stealthily moves up a stairwell.

CORRIDOR

He stops at the top of the stairs... Listens gun still ready.
A continuous sound of running water... Cates moves toward the
bathroom. Rips the door open.

BATHROOM

The shape behind the shower curtain freezes. Cates, gun held
level, moves forward... Rips the shower curtain open.
Revealing a young and very beautiful woman, ELAINE MARSHALL.

		CATES
	Inspector Jack Cates, S.F.P.D....
	And you're wanted.

Elaine stares at him as Cates turns off the water.

		ELAINE
	What am I wanted for?

		CATES
	I don't answer questions, I ask
	'em...

A moment as she continues to stare at his pistol.

		ELAINE
	I don't think your gun's loaded...

		CATES
	This is a .44 Magnum, the most
	powerful handgun in the world. You
	gotta ask yourself just one
	question. Are you feelin' lucky?

		ELAINE
	I still don't think it's loaded.

Elaine shakes her head and smiles, folds her arms over her
breasts, shivers a little... Cates looks at the cylinder,
spins it...

		CATES
	Hey, you're right.

		ELAINE
	You're hopeless.

		CATES
	That's the way I see it, too.

Be puts the gun down on the edge of the sink, embraces her.

		ELAINE
	I'm all wet.

		CATES
	What's wrong with that?

They both smile.

TRANSITION.

BEDROOM

Cates in bed with Elaine.  She wears his shirt.

		ELAINE
	A guy in the bar called me a dumb
	bitch today.

		CATES
	What'd you do?

		ELAINE
	Irrigated his face with the shot
	of J and B I'd just poured him.
	Then I tried to deck the sucker.

		CATES
	I guess he got the message...

		ELAINE
	Then I sit back and I think, I
	mean, who's to say I'm not a dumb
	bitch.  I work in a bar, right?
	I can't read a list of my academic
	credentials to every booze-hound
	that comes in the place... You are
	what you do...

		CATES
	Positive self-image problem all
	over again ... You are who you
	decide you are unless you're the
	type that lets assholes decide for
	you.

		ELAINE
	Aren't you the one that thinks all
	psychotherapy is bullshit?

		CATES
	I do think all psychotherapy is
	bullshit. But just because I think
	it's bullshit doesn't mean I don't
	know something about it.

		ELAINE
	If this is your idea of
	sympathetic interest in my
	problems, I'll take brutal
	indifference.

		CATES
	Hey, you know what I really think?

		ELAINE
	Tell me--I'm dyin' to hear it.

		CATES
	I think you're ashamed to tend bar
	which is sad because you look
	great in that outfit they make you
	wear... You pull down four bills
	a week which is damn good, and you
	mix the best Pina Coladas I've
	ever had... I think that if you
	need bigger and better things ...
	then go for em.

She smiles at him after this. It looks like they'll kiss.
Their faces are close.  Then she lightly moves back.

		ELAINE
	You oversimplify every...

He stops her in the middle of the sentence by kissing her,
then pulls back...

		CATES
	Some things are simple, right?

Their faces are very close ... but they don't touch for
another second.

		ELAINE
	Right...

TRANSITION.

SAN FRANCISCO - DAWN

Titles continue.

Tugs churning across the bay... Quiet city streets. Parked
cars covered with early morning dew... A newspaper truck
slowly grinds by, drops a bundleand moves on.

EMBARCADERO - DAWN

The station wagon pulls up to a young punk, HENRY WONG, on a
motorcycle.

Billy Bear smiles and leans out the driver's side window.

		BILLY
	You got somethin' for us, Henry?

Henry produces some credit cards.  Billy passes them to Ganz
for inspection.

		GANZ
	How hot are they?

		HENRY
	Hot?  Hey, they're not even room
	temperature.

Ganz snorts derisively.

		GANZ
	How ya doin'?

		HENRY
	Can't complain.

		GANZ
	We got a lot to talk about.

		HENRY
	Yeah, old times.

		GANZ
	We'll follow you.  Take it
	slow,okay?

		HENRY
	Sure, right.

Ganz pockets the credit cards as Henry wheels away.

INT.  STATION WAGON

		GANZ
	I want to drive awhile.

		BILLY
	I ain't tired yet.

INT.  STATION WAGON

		GANZ
	Maybe after we get done with him
	I'm gonna buy us some girls.

		BILLY
	Whaddya mean, buy?

		GANZ
	Pros.

Ganz stares at Billy.

		BILLY
	Pay money?

		GANZ
	Yeah, dummy.  Money.

		BILLY
	I never paid for it in my life.

		GANZ
	It's better when you pay... they
	let you do anything.

		BILLY
	They always let me do anything. I
	don't want to pay for it.  I never
	paid for it in my life.

		GANZ
	Just do what I say, okay? We'll
	pay for the girls and have a good
	time... Don't you trust me?

Billy smiles.

		BILLY
	Sure, I trust ya.

They drive off.

NORTH BEACH - RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAWN

First light breaks over Telegraph Hill. A quiet row of
Victorian townhouses now converted into apartments.

APARTMENT BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

Cates is sprawled across the double bed; Elaine is on the
verge of falling off the edge. Cates' eyes snap open.  A
second later, his wrist watch alarm goes off.  He turns it
off, gets out of bed and begins pulling on his pants. Elaine
sits up in bed, still wearing Cates' blue shirt... Cates
picks up a robe as Elaine gets out of bed on the opposite
side, throws the robe to Elaine... She takes off the shirt,
swaps it for the robe and throws the shirt to Jack.

		ELAINE
	You know, if you let me come over
	to your place once in a while, you
	could put on a clean shirt in the
	morning.

		CATES
	What makes you think I have any
	clean shirts at my place?

He buttons his shirt and heads for the kitchen.

KITCHEN

Cates brushing his teeth at the sink, Elaine making coffee.

		ELAINE
	You know, that's my toothbrush,
	Jack.

He keeps brushing.

		CATES
	Maybe you ought to buy me one.

		ELAINE
	Maybe I would if I knew when you
	were coming back.

He stops brushing, turns and looks at her.

		CATES
	I'm here.  And I've been coming
	back for quite awhile... Let's not
	hassle, okay?  And can I have a
	cup of coffee?  Please.

She pours some coffee, hands him a cup and saucer... Cates
pours some whiskey into it from a flask.

		ELAINE
	That's a fairly crummy way to
	start a morning.

		CATES
	Maybe I got a fairly crummy day
	ahead.

		ELAINE
	Maybe that makes a nice excuse.

		CATES
	Maybe you don't know what the hell
	you're talking about.

Cates picks his holstered .44 off a chair back and begins
strapping it on.

		ELAINE
	When you start with that
	attitude... it's like I don't know
	who you are.

		CATES
	What do you want to know?  What
	difference does it make?  I'm the
	guy in your bed the last three
	months.  I make you feel good. You
	make me feel good.  What the hell
	else do you want from a guy?

		ELAINE
	I wish you'd stop trying to make
	me mad so I won't care for you...
	I wish you'd give me a little more
	of a chance.

He turns away, moves into the corridor near the stairwell.

		CATES
	I don't have time for this. I
	gotta go to work.

She stands frozen... He turns back and looks at her; it's
hard to apologize.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Look, I'm glad I'm in your life...
	and hell, with an ass like yours,
	I figure anything might be
	possible.

She is warmed up by the first part, amused by the second; she
approaches...

		ELAINE
	You know something, Jack, you
	really are hopeless.

		CATES
	That's the way I see it, too.

		ELAINE
	Call me later.

		CATES
	You sure you want me to?

		ELAINE
	Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...

He moves closer, kisses her..

		CATES
	Thanks for the coffee.

		ELAINE
	I think you forgot this. Hands him
	his wallet and badge...

		CATES
	Guess people ought to know who I
	am...

He turns to go down the stairwell...

		ELAINE
	Jack, wait.  Here...

She puts a scarf around his neck.

		ELAINE
		(continuing)
	It's cold as hell out these
	mornings, and you know what the
	man said, the coldest winter I
	ever spent was the summer I spent
	in San Francisco...

They don't kiss.  He nods appreciately, the scarf in hand as
he turns and goes.

STREET - NORTH BEACH - MORNING

Cates comes out of Elaine's apartment building, crosses to
his whipped and battered  64 Cadillac convertible, notices a
parking ticket stuck under the windshield wiper...

		CATES
	Son of a bitch.

Shoves the ticket in his coat pocket, gets into the Caddie
puts the scarf around the rear view mirror, starts the engine
and guns away...

CITY STREET

Cates driving the convertible; he comes down a hill and turns
toward the East Bay...

TRANSITION.

GOLDEN GATE PARK - MORNING

Henry Wong, seated on a park bench. Now very dead, a bullet
hole in the middle of his forehead. Billy Bear is seated next
to him on the bench reading the race form.

GANZ

Using the telephone at an outdoor booth a few feet beyond the
bench.

STREET - BROADWAY DISTRICT - DAY

LUTHER and ROSALIE, a young couple, turn a corner.  A dark
parody of all-American young marrieds.  They are bickering as
usual.

		ROSALIE
	I liked that carpet we saw.

		LUTHER
	We can't afford it.

		ROSALIE
	Don't remind me.

		LUTHER
	Whaddya want me to do, go out and
	steal for the money?  I hated the
	color anyway; the color sucked...

Suddenly, Billy and Ganz descend on Luther and Rosalie and
pull them into their station wagon..

INT.  STATION WAGON

Billy has Rosalie by the mouth, gagging her with his big
paw... Ganz has his gun at Luther's neck.

		GANZ
	Surprise, Luther.

		LUTHER
	Whaddya want?  I thought you were
	locked up-

		GANZ
	I want the money, asshole, what do
	you think?  The money that Reggie
	hid...

		LUTHER
	I don't know what you're talkin'
	about.

		GANZ
	You want that Indian to snap her
	neck?

He mimes the gesture... snap...

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Instead of worryin' about Reggie,
	you better worry about me...

		LUTHER
	Don't give me this, we were
	partners.

		GANZ
	Billy, go ahead, break it...

		LUTHER
	No! Don't kill her.  I can get you
	the money.

		GANZ
	When?

		LUTHER
	I can't get it until Monday.
	Honest.

		GANZ
	You chickenshit punk...

		LUTHER
	Honest. The place we stashed it
	opens Monday morning. I can't get
	it till then. Monday morning,
	that's when it opens. After that,
	I'll get the money to you right
	away...

Ganz finally takes the gun from the neck.

		GANZ
	I always liked you, Luther. You
	were always a lotta fun to hang
	out with...

Rosalie is rubbing her neck now that she's been released...
Ganz gestures to Billy.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	We're gonna keep her.

Luther desperately doesn't like this.

		LUTHER
	Come on, you can trust me. Please.

		GANZ
	You try to mess with us or go to
	the cops, I promise you, I'll put
	holes in her you wouldn't believe.

He smiles at Luther, pinches him on the cheek, shoves him out
of the car.

LUTHER

Stands shivering as it powers away.

WALDEN HOTEL - DAY

A small hotel on one of the quiet streets behind Union Square.

A GREEN COUGAR

Pulls up across the street.

INT. CAR

Tha car arrives in front of the hotel.

		GANZ
	Nice place, huh?

Rosalie is very nervous.

		ROSALIE
	What are you gonna do to me in
	there?

Ganz gives her a casual smile.

		GANZ
	Maybe that's where I'm gonna cut
	your throat.

		BILLY
	He's just kiddin', you just keep
	doin' what I tell ya, you'll be
	okay.

They move out of the car, head for the hotel.

LOBBY

A FRIZZY YOUNG BLONDE sits behind the desk in a mirrored
entrance hall.  She reads a lurid paperback. Morning traffic
streams by outside as Ganz, Billy and Rosalie enter and
approach the desk.

		GANZ
	We need some rooms for a couple of
	nights...Okay?

She smiles at Ganz.

		FRIZZY
	Sure.  We don't get many real
	customers, ya know?  Most people
	only stay an hour or two...

Passes a form across. Ganz signs it, Frizzy glances at his
signature then takes a key from the rack behind.

		GANZ
	I want her young.  And tall. Nice
	legs. Legs are important. Then,
	real thin.  Yeah.  NO jeans-A
	dress? a nice summer dress.  You
	know I want her fresh... I'll tell
	you why, because I been hoein'
	weeds and makin' license plates
	for a couple of years... Yeah, I
	know you don't get it...

BILLY BEAR

Sees a couple approaching, he shoves the dead man down on the
bench and spreads the newspaper over his head.  The body now
looking like a typical park bum who has spent the night.
Billy walks over to Ganz.

		BILLY
	Hey, what about me?

		GANZ
	And I need one more for my pal.
	Yeah. Make her an Indian. No, not
	a turban, you know, a squaw.

Billy smiles, takes the Polaroid...

POLAROID

A close shot of the dead man with the bullet hole in his
forehead.

GANZ

Takes the photograph back from Billy and slips it into his
jacket pocket...

		GANZ
	Walden Hotel. Third near Broadway.
	Tell them to ask for ... uh...

He takes the hot credit cards out of his pocket, the name
embossed on the plastic..

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	G.P. Polson...P.O.L.S.O.N....Just
	be a couple of hours.

Hangs up. The two men head for a green Plymouth...

TRANSITION.

		FRIZZY
	Number twenty-seven, Mr. Polson.

		GANZ
	Put them next door, okay.

She gives him a slightly knowing look.

		FRIZZY
	Sure, hey, you got the whole floor
	to yourself...

Ganz sends her back a sharp look.

		GANZ
	Keep your filthy ideas to
	yourself, lady.

Ganz picks up his suitcase, walks over to the nearest
stairwell.  Billy and Rosalie follow...

TRANSITION.

STREET

Bars starting to fill up with mid-day customers... A black
Chevy cruises past and stops further up the block. Two
Plainclothesmen, VANZANT and ALGREN, get out of the car. As
they start toward the Walden...

THE CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE

Pulls up near the two men. Cates climbs out of his car and
walks over to them.

		CATES
	Hey, fellas, what's happening?
	Radio said you guys had something
	on...

		ALGREN
	Not much, Jack ... Salesman named
	Polson had his credit cards
	lifted...

Algren nods over to the parking lot opposite.

		ALGREN
		(continuing)
	One of Polson's cards rented that
	green coupe.

		VANZANT
	Not too much for a big rough tough
	gunfighter like you to do on this
	one...

Cates smiles at the verbal positioning he's used to with his
colleagues.

		CATES
	Suspect packed or is this a
	laugher?

		ALGREN
	Five and dime stuff. Polson said
	a kid with a switchblade mugged
	him and drove off on a motorcyle.

		CATES
	Yeah, well, I guess you two are
	experts at taking boy scout knives
	away from teenagers...

		VANZANT
	Yeah, we are, that means you can
	stay outta this one. We don't have
	any big need for the artillery

Vanzant's turn to smile.

		CATES
	Hey, I'm just offering to help
	out... I like to watch real pros
	work.

		VANZANT
	Help, huh?  Sometimes your kind of
	help tends to leave the suspect in
	bad shape.

Algren...mediator... soothes the competitive situation.

		ALGREN
	Hey, relax ... Jack, you wanna
	come inside, fine... You can stake
	out the lobby...

Cates, a bit disgusted at the politics of this moment, nods...

		CATES
	Fine, it's your show...

The three men move toward the Walden.

WALDEN HOTEL LOBBY

Frizzy Blonde still behind the desk. Still reading the lurid
paperback. Unaware as Vanzant and Algren approach... She
looks up as they flash their badges.

		FRIZZY
	Aw, you guys were in last week.
	You better ask around.  I'm not
	supposed to be hassled... I got
	friends.

		VANZANT
	Hey, park the tongue for a second,
	sweetpants, we just want to search
	a room.

		FRIZZY
	Not unless you got a warrant.

		CATES
	Maybe you should of been a lawyer
	instead of a dumb skirt workin'
	behind a register.

Frizzy turns to find Cates standing beside her. He nudges her
aside. Starts going throught the register book.

		FRIZZY
	Aw, come on, what the shit is this?

		ALGREN
	We're looking for a guy going
	under the name Polson...

Frizzy sits back down in defeat.

		FRIZZY
	Okay, big deal.  Get it over with.

Cates finds the name.

		CATES
	Mr. Polson, room 27...

		ALGREN
	Is he alone?

		FRIZZY
	Naw, his sister went up an hour
	ago.

Vanzant turns to Cates.

		VANZANT
	Okay, like we said, you stake out
	the lobby.

		CATES
	Sure. Great. Whatever.

		VANZANT
	You're not missing out on
	Dillinger. This punk just stole
	some credit cards.

Cates watches the two Detectives head for the elevator.

SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR

Vanzant and Algren move down the hallwayStop at the far end.
Both Detectives draw their pistols and approach a door.

ROOM

Summer dress and undergarments scatteredon the floor. LISA,
lies naked under the covers.

She matches Ganz's earlier requirements.Smoking a cigarette,
staring at the ceiling. Ganz remains on top of the blanket.
Still in his shirt and pants watching TV. Three sharp knocks
at the door. Ganz reacts as if he's received an electric
shock. His hand goes under the pillow... Comes up with an
automatic. Shoves it hard into Lisa's stomach.

		LISA
	Hey...

		GANZ
	Shut up.

		LISA
	What the hell's wrong?  I didn't
	do anything.

Another knock. Ganz makes her move to the door.

		LISA
		(continuing)
	What do you want?  What's goin' on?

		GANZ
	Shut up.

She grabs her dress and tries to pull it on.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Now ask who it is.

Shoves harder with the pistol.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Come on, ask.

She calls out.

		LISA
	Who is it?

CORRIDOR

Vanzant and Algren stand back from the door. Guns held ready.

		ALGREN
	Police... open up.

R00M

Lisa looks from the door back to Ganz. Then at the gun held
against her. She's petrified.

		GANZ
	Stall.

		LISA
	What do you want?

		VANZANT
	Police business. Come on, open up.

A smile on Ganz' face. Almost as if he's enjoying the moment.

		GANZ
	Keep stallin'.

		LISA
	Alright, I'm coming...hold on.

I'll just be a minute.

CORRIDOR

Vanzant and Algren waiting. Sounds of movement from within
the room.

LOBBY

Cates moves toward the foot of the stairwell. Looks across at
mirror on the wall opposite. The entire lobby covered from
this spot. Every angle, including Frizzy.

ROOM

Ganz gestures to Lisa.

		LISA
	Just a second.

Ganz belts her with his gun; she falls..Ganz goes through the
connecting door. Slips into the adjacent room.

BILLY'S ROOM

Another Hooker cowers in the corner, pulling on her clothes.
She's a Mexican girl in a ridiculous 'Indian' outfit.

		MEXICAN GIRL
	Que paso? Que esta pasando? No
	entiendo...

		BILLY
	Shut up.

Billy goes to where Rosalie is awkwardlytied to a chair with
an electric dord.  He pulls her to her feet as Ganz moves by.

		BILLY
		(continuing)
	When I say jump, girl, you better
	jump.

		BILLY
		(continuing)

CORRIDOR

Vanzant reaches down, tries the knob.  Locked. Algren moves
back, preparing to kick the door down.

ADJACENT ROOM

Ganz opens the door behind the two cops. Raises his pistol
and fires. Billy's shots follow immediately. Hits Vanzant.
Algren rolls just as Ganz fires again. Wounded, he gets off
three shots, then moves inside Ganz' room. Ganz and Billy run
for the elevator... Exchange two more shots with Algren. The
Mexican Girl begins screaming in Spanish...

LOBBY

Cates draws his .44. Races up the stairs three at a time.
Frizzy starts to frantically call the police.

CORRIDOR

Cates stops at the landing. Vanzant's body sprawled across
the hallway. Algren back in the corridor, still losing
blood... Leans against the wall for support... Lisa staggers
out of the room, screams. Algren points the gun toward the
elevator. Indicating where Ganz and Billy have just fled.
Cates starts back down toward the lobby.

ELEVATOR

Ganz and Billy, guns ready as the carriage jolts downward.
Rosalie is terrified, sobbing...

CATES

Arrives at the halfway turn of the second staircase. He takes
the next flight in two jumps.

ELEVATOR

As the doors open, Ganz gestures for Billy and Rosalie to
wait as he heads for the lobby.

LOBBY

Cates literally flies into the lobby just as Ganz appears. He
slams Ganz against a column, belts him across the neck with
his pistol. Ganz screams with pain, drops his gun... Cates
again slams him with his pistol, felling him...

GANZ

Slides across the floor.

CATES Senses something ... moves just as Billy appears behind
and fires at him. The bullet takes out a window. Cates dives
over the desk. Another bullet chews up the wood.

LOBBY

Frizzy has been standing beside her desk, screaming... Cates'
move and the accompanying bulletspanic her. She dashes for
safety... Cates gets to his feet behind cover. Sees Billy
holding Rosalie by the throat. Frizzy begins to scream.

		GANZ
	He'll blow her goddamn head off.

Cates doesn't miss a beat. He slowly levels his .44. Takes
careful aim and starts to fire at Billy.

		ROSALIE
	No. No.

Cates' shot narrowly misses Rosalie. The bullet smashes into
a mirror above Billy's head. Cates keeps moving closer, gun
pointed straight ahead. Billy pushes the pistol against
Rosalie'temple. For the first time, Cates hesitates. They
face each other across the length of the lobby.

ALGREN

Struggles down the remaining steps into the lobby. He still
holds his revolver. Dares not raise it towards Billy and
Rosalie.

BILLY BEAR

Covers Algren from near the entrance.  He's confused, doesn't
know what to do... He keeps hold of Rosalie.

GANZ

His eyes catch Algren's...

		GANZ
	You.  Drop it and we won't kill
	her.

Algren tosses his gun to the floor.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Now, tell him to drop his Goddamn
	piece.

		ALGREN
	Do it, Cates.

No response.

		ALGREN
		(continuing)
	Do it, Cates.  Goddamn it, do it.

Cates lowers his gun. Finally lets it drop to the floor.

		GANZ
	Kick it over here.

Cates does; Ganz picks it up, smiles, looks at Billy.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Get the car.

Then back to Cates as Billy runs out the entrance with
Rosalie.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Your gun's just like mine.

He's going to kill Cates. But first be glances at Algren.
Then, almost casually, shoots him twice with Cates' .44.
Algren staggers back. Dead before he hits the floor. Cates
twists sideways just as Ganz fires. The bullet misses. Again
Frizzy starts screaming and struggling. Ganz swipes the woman
across the head with the gun. Her body slumps to the floor.
Police sirens can be heard in the distance. Cates makes an
attempt for Algren's gun. A bullet splatters against the
floor only inches from his outstretched fingers. The gun
skitters out of reach.

		CATES
	You lying son of a bitch...

		GANZ
	What are you talking about? We
	didn't kill her ...

Ganz smiles.

With your own gun, cop. How does it feel? Cates leaps into a
wooden phone booth. Ganz leisurely blasts away at the booth
with both his and Cates' gun. Two bullets crash into the
booth. Ganz moves to check inside the booth but sirens are
ominously near. Ganz finally retreats out the entrance.

STREET

Billy and Rosalie weave their way across street to the
Cougar. They make a U-turn. Ganz runs out. Car pulls out,
then the police cars and vans begin to arrive.

PHONE BOOTH

Chunks of wood on the floor. Shafts of light through a dozen
bullet holes. Shattered receiver dangling from a cord. Cates,
wedged tight into the very top of the cubicle. He drops to
the floor.

LOBBY

The police arrive. Swarm into the hotel. All eyes on Cates as
he rushes to Algren. Too late... Cates realizes Algren is
dead. He cradles Algren's head as he stares at the arriving
TAC Squad and Patrolmen.

TRANSITION.

SQUAD ROOM DAY

Cates walks in. Several Detectives gather around him.

		FAT COP
	What happened?

		CATES
	Read the report.

		OLD COP
	Two cops blown away by a credit
	card booster... that don't figure.

		CATES
	No shit.

		FAT COP
	They were good cops.

		CATES
	They were good cops who fucked up
	and got careless.

A snotty YOUNG COP paces.

		YOUNG COP
	That's what you say, Cates...

		CATES
	Yeah.

		YOUNG COP
	But that's what you say about all
	of us all the tine ... we're
	always the ones fucking up when
	you tell it...

		CATES
	The truth hurts, doesn't it, buddy?

Cates looks at the Old Cop.

		OLD COP
	It don't figure.

		CATES
	I need to borrow a piece.

The OLD COP shrugs... looks in his desk...

		YOUNG COP
	Somebody steals your gun, you're
	supposed to file a report.

		CATES
	Are you gonna tell me about police
	procedure?  Do me a favor, don't
	give me a bunch of crap.

		YOUNG COP
	I guess when two cops die on
	account of your fuck up you want
	to keep it as quiet as possible...

Cates loses it for a second, lands on him with both hands,
pushes him against a wall... The room goes quiet. Cates cools
down.

		CATES
	Just shut the fuck up.

The other cops don't intervene. They just watch.  Cates cools
down, straightens up. HADEN walks by, or, rather, speeds by.

		HADEN
	Cates, I'll need to see you in
	five minutes, exactly five.

The Old Cop hands Cates a gun, a traditional Army .45...

		OLD COP
	Best I can do.

		HADEN
	D'you read me, Cates...

Haden continues moving away.

		CATES
	Five minutes.  I heard you, your
	voice carries...

As Cates is examining the gun, RUTH, a lab technician, enters
and drops three 8 x 10's on the desk near Cates.

		RUTH
	They're still wet.

Cates lifts the blow-ups, each one showing a different aspect
of a spent bullet.

		RUTH
		(continuing)
	Lots of people getting shot with
	.44's lately ... Last year, it was
	Saturday Night Specials..now it's
	heavy stuff. People must be
	getting madder about something.

Cates starts pinning the blow-ups onto a large bulletin board
on the wall. Nearby, at the same time (within Cates' line of
sight, within earshot), Lisa, the Hooker, is being
interrogated by a POLICE-WOMAN who pulls the statement off
the typewriter. Nearby, the Indian Hooker is being
interrogated in Spanish.

		POLICEWOMAN
	You're an accessory to Murder One,
	so you're going to have to do a
	whole lot better than what we got
	down here, honey...

		LISA
	Gimme a break, huh? ... Look, I
	got there.  He was a trick just
	like any other for all I knew.
	That's all there is.  He didn't
	feel like sitting and talking. He
	was in a big hurry to get laid.
	I was with him about an hour...

Cates has gotten interested in the last part of this ...
drifts toward her... A DETECTIVE comes through, begins
distributing I.B.M. printouts to Cates, the other nearby
officers..

		DETECTIVE
	We got a print from the hotel
	room.  Guy's real name is Ganz,
	Albert Ganz.  A hitter from back
	East but he worked out here a few
	years back.  Armed robbery. Broke
	out of prison two days ago and
	capped two of the guards. A real
	animal.  Wait'll you see this...

Cates reads the printout, then smoothly,imperiously, he takes
over the questioning of Lisa.

		CATES
	Did he give you a return match?

		LISA
	He wasn't interested.

		CATES
	Maybe he didn't like your
	performance.

		LISA
	Fuck you.

		CATES
	I'll take a raincheck...

From the side, Ruth is pointing at the photos...

		RUTH
	This'll interest you, Jack...we've
	got something here from your
	gun... and these are from the
	first weapon Ganz used...

		CATES
	I don't get it.

		RUTH
	Here.

		CATES

She turns, produces the third photo.  Pins it beside the one
from the Walden Hotel.

		RUTH
	A perfect match for the markings
	from the first gun he used... but
	not from the Walden Hotel... fired
	at least six hours earlier...at
	point blank range... right between
	the eyes.  Found him on a park
	bench...

She shows him two more pictures.  Police forensics shots of
Henry Wong ... very dead on the park bench...

		RUTH
		(continuing)
	Ya know, there are some very bad
	people out there in the world.

		CATES
	Look at it this way, Ruth.  If
	there weren't, what would there be
	for us to do?

Lisa continues with the Policewoman.

		LISA
	Anyway... so I got there and took
	him down.  He started watching
	television and then you
	sensational people started banging
	on the door... that's all...
	except ... he's gonna give you
	guys a hard time.

		CATES

Cates looks up as he hears that remark.  Notices KEHOE,
another Detective, entering with a long suitcase.

		POLICEWOMAN
	What makes you think so?

		LISA
	I think he liked shooting cops a
	lot more than getting laid.

Cates watches Kehoe unpack the box.

		CATES
	Is that what this guy Ganz had in
	the hotel?

		KEHOE
	Every last bit of it.  The big
	guy's room was empty.

		CATES
	I'll help you out.

Cates and Kehoe start going through the suitcase.  Kehoe
produces a speed loader for a .44...

		KEHOE
	This guy must have had a .44 like
	yours, Jack. Now he's got yours.

		CATES
	Shit.

Kehoe next produces several boxes of shells.

		KEHOE
	This cat was real serious about
	his artillery.

An Attendant comes through, hands Kehoe a file. He opens it,
shows the file to Cates who reads the name under the mug shot.

		CATES
	Billy Bear...

		KEHOE
	Backup man from the East Bay.
	Worked with Ganz a few years ago
	and sprung him from the road gang.

Kehoe opens the second file.  Four mug shots are inside.

		CATES
	Who are all these?

		KEHOE
	They all pulled a bunch of jobs
	with Ganz about four years ago.

		CATES
	Wait a minute, wait a minute...
	who's this?

		KEHOE
	Uhh ... Wong, Henry Wong.  He was
	in on the same job.

Cates spins the file around so that both Ruth an Kehoe can
see it, throws the forensic shots down beside it.

		CATES
	Tell me that's not the same guy.

		KEHOE
	Hey ... Dick Tracy.

		RUTH
	Did Ganz have a grudge against his
	old friends?

Haden comes out of his office.

		HADEN
	Get in here, Cates.

Cates ignores him.

		CATES
	I think I wanna have a discussion
	about it with any of the ones
	still walking.  Can we find them?

		KEHOE
	Here's the file. Cates checks the
	file.

		CATES
	One of  em's in the slam.

		HADEN
	Damn you, Cates ... Get in here.

Cates walks into Haden's cubicle.

		CATES
	I want to be left alone on this
	one. Algren was killed with my gun.

		HADEN
	Yeah, I read the report...

Haden shuffles some papers, seems to ignore Cates.

		CATES
	Hey, the bastard's got my gun.  I
	want it back.

		HADEN
	Jack, come on, there is an
	official department policy about
	cop killings. Cop killers
	represent a special priority
	because any man crazy enough to
	kill a cop is a greater threat to
	an unarmed civilian... In other
	words, we can't seen like we're in
	the revenge business... I know, we
	all know the truth's a little
	different.

Cates almost smiles at Haden.

		CATES
	Yeah...

		HADEN
	Anthing botherin' you besides
	losin' your gun?

		CATES
	Yeah.  It bothers me when cops get
	hurt while I'm makin' a play. I
	don't like it.

		HADEN
	You might be more of a team player
	and a little less of a hot dog on
	this one, Jack.

		CATES
	Being a hot dog's worked pretty
	well for me so far... Besides, I
	got a lead...

		HADEN
	Okay.  You're not a team player.
	You gotta do things your own way.
	Fine.  Nail this guy and make us
	all look good.  But you better
	watch your ass.  If you screw up,
	I can promise you, you're goin'
	down.

		CATES
	You really know how to send a guy
	out with a great attitude. He
	starts to go.

		HADEN
	Jack?

		CATES
	Yeah?

		HADEN
	Try not to get your ass shot to
	pieces. We got enough dead cops on
	this one.

		CATES
	I'll keep it in mind.

Leaves.

TRANSITION.

CITY STREET

Heavy vehicle and pedestrian traffic. Cates stands near a hot
dog stand. Elaine joins him. Cates is eating a hot dog and
studying a police file.

		ELAINE
	Great place for lunch.

		CATES
	Yeah, one of my favorites.

		ELAINE
	You made the front page.

He hands her a dog.

		CATES
	Yeah, Guess it must have been a
	slow news day...

		ELAINE
	Jack, are you okay?

		CATES
	Sure, okay, fine, no problem...
	See, there's this kid in jail ...
	First thing I got to do is go up
	and see what he knows ...

He points to the file.

		ELAINE
	I thought you might come over to
	my place to recuperate.  I don't
	have to go to work until the day
	after tomorrow.

They begin to stroll down the street.

		CATES
	I got nothing to recuperate from.
	There's a guy out there with my
	gun, and I want it back.

She's not happy with this attitude.

		ELAINE
	Look, spare me the macho bullshit
	about your gun...

		CATES
	Bullshit?  I'll tell you about
	bullshit.  My gun's a real weapon
	in the hands of a real maniac who
	knows how to use it.  It isn't my
	macho bullshit that's killing
	people, my gun is ...

		ELAINE
	Look, Jack, if you make everything
	your personal responsibility,
	you'll turn into a bad cop.  It's
	not a practical way to function...

		CATES
	I didn't get burned, two cops did.
	Listen, I'll tell you about
	personnel responsibility.  I like
	to get the job done right.  And if
	I don't get my job done right...
	I'm for shit.

		ELAINE
	Here it comes again ... the sacred
	job...

		CATES
	That's right.  I'm not like you.
	I'm not gonna sit on my ass
	wondering what's right and what's
	wrong... There's a psycho out
	there killing people with my gun
	and I'm gonna get him.  Because
	it's my job. And if you don't get
	that...

		ELAINE
	I get that. The job first.
	Everything else, especially me,
	second. I get it. I don't like it.

Pause.

		CATES
	No one asked you to like it... But
	that's the way it is.

TRANSITION.

PRISON CELL BLOCK - DAY

Cates and a GUARD on the upper deck approaching the door to
the cell block... The Guard shouts upward.

		GUARD
	Open Nine.

With a huge metal clatters the door to the cell block opens.

CELL BLOCK - NEAR ENTRANCE

Cates and the Guard go through the door.

		GUARD
	Close Nine.

They move forward together.

		GUARD
		(continuing)
	It's Number Twenty-two... You want
	company?

		CATES
	No, no thanks.

The Guard shrugs, stays by the door.

CATES

He walks down the cell block. Inmates stare at him from
inside the stark cells. They don't know who he is, but they
can smell a cop. Cates stops at Twenty-two, looks inside...
a bit startled. Obviously, Reggie Hammond has connections and
taste. The paint is fresh; there's framed prints on the wall
instead of pin-ups, and the overall feeling is that of a
graduate school dorm rather than a prison. Cates turns, nods
to the Guard at the end of the cell block. He throws a switch
and the door opens.

HAMMOND'S CELL

Cates steps inside. Hammond is at a table wearing a Sony
Walkman and writing in some detailed ledgers with a fountain
pen. He's boogeying in his seat to the music. Sprawled on a
bunk nearby is LEROY, another black inmate close to Hammond's
age. Leroy is leafing through a copy of a skin magazine. He
doesn't even look at Cates.

		CATES
	Hammond.

Cates steps inside the cell.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Hammond!

No answer. Cates leans over, hits the override button on the
Sony.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Hammond!

Hammond jumps, grabs his ears in pain ... He pulls the
headset off and glares at Cates.

		HAMMOND
	You got a name, cop?

		CATES
	Try Cates.  And let's talk in
	private, okay?

		HAMMOND
	Sure, anything you want.

He tosses the Walkman to Leroy who dutifully puts it on.

		CATES
	Look, convict, I know all about
	you. Single.  No fixed address. No
	known relatives.

	One previous conviction. Armed
	robbery... six months to go on a
	three-year sentence.

		HAMMOND
	You here to write my life story?

		CATES
	Not likely, Reggie.  Maybe I just
	need some help.

Cates takes the forensic photo out of his pocket, passes it
across the table to Hammond.  He looks at it, hardly reacts.

		HAMMOND
	Henry Wong... My old pal.  He's
	looked better...

He passes the photo back.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Look, I got just six months before
	gettin' out of here.  Six months
	between me and freedom after bein'
	here three years... And I'm not
	gonna do anything to screw it up,
	includin' pee in the prison yard,
	knock up the Warden's daughter or
	rat on my old partners...

Cates swings the cell door back open.

		CATES
	Too bad, Reggie.  I thought maybe
	you were a smart boy.  But I guess
	if you were real smart you
	wouldn't be a convict.

He smiles, decides to play his card.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	I can see a second-rater like you
	wouldn't be any help at all goin'
	up against a real hard case like
	Ganz.

Hammond jerks his head around.

		HAMMOND
	Ganz?

Pause.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Ganz the one who shot Henry?
	Cates, I asked you a question...

Cates smiles.

		CATES
	Yeah, I noticed...

		HAMMOND
	Ganz is in jail.  He's gonna be
	there two years after I'm on the
	street.

		CATES
	Didn't work out that way.  He
	busted out with a big Indian.
	They capped two guards on a road
	gang. Nice meeting you Reggie.

He turns, goes out. The door clangs behind him. Hammond jumps
up and bangs on the bars, shouts at Cates' back...

		HAMMOND
	Cates, Come back here.

Cates turns, saunters back, leans against the door.

		CATES
	Yeah?

		HAMMOND
	I can deliver Ganz.  But you gotta
	get me outta here first.

		CATES
	You're crazy.

		HAMMOND
	I can help you, man, but you gotta
	get me out.  I got to be on the
	street.  Get me outta here.

		CATES
	What's the big deal about you
	bein' on the street?

		HAMMOND
	I got a lot to protect.

		CATES
	Bullshit.

		HAMMOND
	It's the only way you're gonna get
	Ganz.

		CATES
	I'll think about it.

TRANSITION.

Cates typing several of official looking documents while
seated across from a rather dour-looking bureaucrat named BOB.

		CATES
	Let me borrow your pen, Bob.

Handed over by Bob.

		BOB
	You going to use your own name?

		CATES
	Shit, no.

		CANDY

He begins signing the documents.

		BOB
	Jack, just remember one thing. If
	all this comes down, you don't
	know me.  I'm not gonna burn for
	you.  And I'll tell you something
	else.  If it all comes down, your
	ass is new-mown grass.

		CATES
	Right.  Hey, no sweat.

He hands over the papers. Smiles.

		BOB
	BOB You got him for 48 hours.

Bob studies the sheet.

		BOB
		(continuing)
	You got a big career as a forger
	if you decide to go that way,
	Jack...   I'll ring security.

TRANSITION.

PROCESS ROOM - PRISON - DAY

The GUARD leads Hammond to a steel cage. Harmnond's now
wearing a beautifully tailored plaid suit.

The Guard shouts to ANOTHER GUARD on the far side.

		GUARD
	Prisoner G21355 ... Hammond.

		SECOND GUARD
	Okay.  Send him through.

The gate slides open. The Guard geztures for Hairmond to
enter. Hammond walks to the far side of the pen.  The first
gate closes, the second one opens.

Hammond turns and walks over to Cates. The Guard comes up to
Cates, double checks his orders then unlocks Hammond's cuffs.

		GUARD
	Gotta sign for him.

		CATES
	Sure thing...

He looks over at Hammond who smiles at him.  Then looks at
Harmond's clothes...

		CATES
		(continuing)
	This prison gives out $400 suits?

		HAMMOND
	What are you talkin' about?  This
	suit's mine.  It cost $900.

Hammond dusts off a sleeve.

		CATES
	We're supposed to be after a
	killer, not a string of hookers...

		HAMMOND
	Listen, it may be a little out of
	date. You know, I got a reputation
	for lookingreal sharp with the
	ladies...

Cates hands some papers to the Guard.

		GUARD
	He's all yours.

The Guard walks away as Hammond feels Cates' lapel.

		HAMMOND
	We could change this for something
	good...Get you lookin' sharp for
	pussy.

Cates gives him a look.

		CATES
	I don't need to hear your jive. I
	already got that department taken
	care of...

		HAMMOND
	You got a girl... shit... the
	generosityof women never ceases to
	amaze me.

Cates slaps a cuff on Hammond's outstrethand, then puts the
other on his own wrist.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Hey, no way.  Take off the
	bracelets or no deal.

		CATES
	You just don't get it, do your
	Reggie?  There isn't any deal. I
	own your ass.

		HAMMOND
	No way to start a partnership.

		CATES
	Get this.  We ain't partners. We
	ain't brothers.  We ain't friends.
	I'm puttin' you down and keepin'
	you down until Ganz is locked up
	or dead.  And if Ganz gets away,
	you're gonna be sorry we ever met.

		HAMMOND
	Shit.  I'm already sorry.

Cates yanks on the cuffs.  They move away.

		?
	TRANSITION.

OUTSIDE THE JAIL - DAY

CATES LEADS HAMMOND OUT.  THEY HEAD FOR CATES' BATTERED
CADILLAC.

		HAMMOND
	This your car, man?

		CATES
	Yeah.

		HAMMOND
	It looks like you bought it off
	one of the brothers.

As they approach the car...

		CATES
	Okay, let's get down to it.  I did
	my part and got you out.  So now
	you tell me where we're goin'?

		HAMMOND
	Don't worry, I got a move for ya.
	An awesome move. A guy named
	Luther. Ganz'll be paying him a
	visit.  We go to him right away.

		CATES
	Luther was part of the gang?

		HAMMOND
	What gang you talkin' about, Jack?

		CATES
	I can read a police file,
	shithead, and quit calling me Jack.

		HAMMOND
	Just an expression man, don't mean
	nothin'.

Cates gets behind the wheel and kicks the engine over.

		CATES
	I don't give a damn.  It happens
	to be my name.

		HAMMOND
	Then what're you complainin'
	about? At least nobody's calling
	you shithead....

		CATES
	I may call you worse than that.

Cates drives off.

EXT. STREET - MISSION DISTRICT - DAY

Cates' Cadillac purrs into view, entering a deserted street
within a rundown neighborhood.

INT. CADDY

Hammond seated next to Cates.

		HAMMOND
	Just up the street, the other
	side, over there ... Now, don't
	bother knockin' on the door.
	Luther ain't the kind of guy that
	looks for company.

		CATES
	Your pal nuts enough to take a
	shot at me?

		HAMMOND
	Luther ain't the reliable type. I
	don't want you shot yet, Cates ...
	not before you been a help to me.

		CATES
	I'm helpin' you, huh?

Hammond smiles.

		HAMMOND
	Yeah. Didn't you know that?

STREET

The Caddy pulls to a stop.

		HAMMOND
	Over there...232...

Cates double-checks his .38.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	You better let me borrow one of
	those.

Cates smiles.

		CATES
	Sure thing, asshole.

Handcuffs Hammond to the door handle.  Grabs the car keys.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	You just hang on.  And hope this
	big move of yours turns out to be
	something. Opens the car door.

		CATES
		(continuing)

LUTHER'S VICTORIAN

Cates knocks at the door. Nothing. Knocks again ... no
response.. From inside, he hears a faint noise but no
response to the knock. Holding the .38 in one hand, Cates
tries the knob with the other. The door opens. Cautiously,
Cates steps inside.

INT. LUTHER'S VICTORIAN

Long corridor ahead. No sign of Luther.

CATES

Moves down the corriaor, checks the rooms off to one sides.

LUTHER LUTHER

slips into the hallway behind Cates... Cates turns just as he
gets to the kitchen. Luther holds a gun. Cates drops to a
crouch and aims the .38. Luther whirls and fires at Cates. As
wood and plaster fly out all round him, Cates makes a running
dive for the floor. Luther runs out before Cates has
regainehis feet.

STREET

Luther rushes out the front door and heads toward the
Cadillac.

HAMMOND

Watches as Luther heads down the sidewaltoward him. As he
starts to pass by... Hammond steps out suddenly... Flattens
him with the car door. Luther drops, stunned. Hammond, still
restricted by being cuffed to the door handle, reaches and
grabs his pistol.

		CATES
	Hammond, Drop the Goddamn gun.

Hammond looks up. He sprints across the pavement. Aims his
gun at Hammond.

		HAMMOND
	Quit playin' cop and undo this
	cuff, Jack, I need to talk to this
	man.

		CATES
	I'm tellin' you to drop the Goddam
	gun.

		HAMMOND
	I got a whole thing about people
	pointin' guns at me.

		CATES
	Just throw me the Goddamn gun.

Long moment. Then Hammond smiles and tosses him Luther's
pistol.  Luther groans. Cates puts his foot on Luther's belly
and pulls himself into a standing position, cuffs him.

		HAMMOND
	Luther, I always told you the
	physical side of life wasn't your
	gig.  Look at you, all messed
	up... Course you never were much
	in the snappy dresser department,
	were you?

Cates now has Luther ready to be questioned.

		CATES
	Come on, talk to him.

Hammond turns to smile at Luther.

		HAMMOND
	What's happening, Luther?

		LUTHER
	I thought you were inside...

		HAMMOND
	Meet my travel Agent.

Luther leans forward, looks straight at Cates.

		LUTHER
	A cop...

		CATES
	I sure ain't his fairy
	godmother... now I'm looking for
	Ganz...where is he?

		LUTHER
	Haven't seen him for years. That's
	the truth.

		CATES
	You just took a shot at me,
	asshole. I think you do know where
	he is.

		LUTHER
	Who gives a fuck what you think?

Cates grabs the still open Cadillac door, slams it into
Luther. He falls backwards. Cates looks at Hammond.

		CATES
	Hey, this works pretty good.

		HAMMOND
	Thank you.

		CATES
	Want to try it again?

Luther sits up again, glares at Cates.

		LUTHER
	Ganz and Billy got my girl,
	Rosalie.

		CATES
	I think I met her.  Now tell us
	something we don't know, like
	where they stashed her.

		LUTHER
	I don't know.

Cates slams the car door agains him again.

		HAMMOND
	I gotta tell you he's having a
	ball with this car door, Luther...
	You'd better think of somethin' to
	tell him.

Luther besitates...flashes a look at Hammond, who sends him
a silent fleeting reply.  Maybe Cates sees this. Maybe not.

		LUTHER
	He ... he wants me to help him
	skip town.

		CATES
	When? How?

		LUTHER
	I dunno ... he's gonna call me...

Another look at Hammond.

		LUTHER
		(continuing)
	He's gonna call me on...Tuesday.

Something's wrong with all this.  Cates isn't sure just what.
Not yet. He looks at Hammond.

		CATES
	What do you think?

		HAMMOND
	I think you better put him on ice,
	man.

		CATES
	He's gotta take that call ... if
	there is one.

		HAMMOND
	If you let him run around till
	Tuesday, he's gonna run right to
	Ganz and warn him. Ain't you,
	motherfucker?

Luther makes a play toward Hammond, who laughs, doesn't even
flinch.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Luther, are you angry with me?

Cates wrestles Luther into the back seat, turns to Hammond.

		CATES
	I don't know what the hell you're
	smiling about, watermelon. Your
	big move turned out to be shit.

HAMMOND Just stares at Cates, keeps smiling...

TRANSITION.

BOOKING - POLICE PRECINCT - NIGHT

Two Uniforms follow a sullen Luther, Cates and Hammond to the
DUTY SERGEANT... Cates speaks to him through the small
window.

		CATES
	Assault on a police officer with
	a deadly weapon.  Carrying a
	concealed weapon.  Resisting
	arrest, Disturbing the peace.
	Public nuisance...

The Sergeant begins typing out an arrest form.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	I'll think up a few more and file
	the report tomorrow.

Cates looks back at Hammond as Luther is hauled away.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Come on, I gotta make a phone call.

As they move through the honeycomb of office partitions.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	You stay with me.

Cates picks up the phone on the other side of the booking
desk. Dials ... waits for a response as TWO HOOKERS are led
past by an Arresting Officer. Hammond gives them the eye.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	This is Jack Cates. Any messages?

ELAINE'S APARTMENT

Elaine is on the kitchen phone, speakingwhite putting her
coat on over her uniform for the evening.  One look at the
way it is cut and you know why she hates her job.

		ELAINE
	Just one.  Some lady called.  Said
	she's a little hot-headed
	sometimes... But she still wants
	her occasional roommate. She'd
	like to talk it over after she
	gets off work tonight... if it's
	humanly possible....

		CATES
	Elaine, look, I'm in the middle of
	sone stuff right now... I'm not
	gonna have time to come by. I
	don't know when I can get there.

Her face falls. Making the offer was hard enough.

		ELAINE
	Come on, Jack ... you're making me
	work too Goddamn hard at this...

Jack is very irritated by this turn of events.

		CATES
	Listen, Goddamn it if you think
	I'm happy about it, you're nuts.
	I just gotta take care of a few
	things, okay?

		ELAINE
	This is not the way people who
	care for each other are supposed
	to behave.

Cates says nothing.  She hangs up angrily.

BOOKING

Hammond is working on the girls.

		HAMMOND
	Excuse me, ladies, you seem to be
	in need of assistance.

		HOOKER TWO
	Look, we got enough problems, we
	don't need no tight-ass court-
	appointed lawyer trying to
	bullshit us!

		HAMMOND
	Sweetheart, I'm not trying to
	bullshit you. I don't know whether
	or not you ladies heard but the
	city is coming down real hard on
	people practicing unlawful carnal
	knowledge.

		HOOKER ONE
	So what are you trying to say,
	fella?

		HAMMOND
	I'm trying to say that you're not
	just walk in that courtroom and
	get gonna slapped with a $50 fine
	and be back on the street turning
	tricks tonight. You both are going
	to do some time. About 30 days
	each... Unless, of course,we talk
	real business.

		HOOKER TWO
	So where do you want to do it,
	honey? You wanna hop up on the
	counter?

		HAMMOND
	No, we can go to the back room.

Cates walks over and pulls him by the shoulder.

		CATES
	We're on the move. Let's go. As
	they walk toward a corridor.

		HAMMOND
	Do you know how close I was to
	getting some trim.  And you
	fucked' it up.

		CATES
	Yeah, well, my ass bleeds for you.
	And I didn't get you out so you
	could go on a Goddamn "trim"
	hunt... stop moaning.

		HAMMOND
	Speakin' of moans my Stomach is
	startin' to growl.

		CATES
	We eat when I say we eat.

		HAMMOND
	Bullshit ... I ain't moving  till
	I get something to eat. You've
	been treating me like shit ever
	since I came out here.  If you
	don't like it, you can take me
	back to the penitentiary and kiss
	my hungry black ass good-bye.  And
	I want some food some place nice..
	Some good people, nice music...

		CATES
	Yeah, I'm hungry too. I know of a
	place. Let's go eat.

		HAMMOND
	Yeah, I want mandolins, flowers...
	They move off down the corridor.

TRANSITION.

UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT

INT.  POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Cates and Hammond at a candy machine.  Cates drops in a
quarter, throws Hammond a candy bar...

		CATES
	There's your God-damn dinner. Now,
	let's go.

They move toward a row of parked cars.

AT THE CADDY

		HAMMOND
	Who'd you call on the phone back
	at the booking station?

		CATES
	Just get in the car and keep your
	mouth shut.

Hammond gets in the car as Cates readjusts Elaine's scarf on
the mirror.

		HAMMOND
	Must of been your lady friend...

Cates frowns at him.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	You really do have onoe, huh,
	Jack... what's her problem besides
	you?

		CATES
	She's got the same complaint as
	half the Goddamn population.  She
	can't get the job she's trained
	for and it pisses her off...
	Anyway, what the fuck do you care?

Cates climbs in behind the wheel of the Cadillac.

		HAMMOND
	No, man, tell me about her.  In
	jail they got me surrounded by
	guys wearin' blue suits twenty-
	four hours a day.  And I ain't
	built for that. Really?  With the
	clothes you got on you look like
	you'd love it.

Cates takes a belt from his flask.

		CATES
	Now, where we goin', convict?

		HAMMOND
	Mission District.  Gonna find us
	an Indian.

Cates starts the motor, slams it into gear.  Accelerates out
to the street.

TRANSITION.

EXT.  CITY STREET NIGHT

Cates and Hammon booming along in the Caddy.

		HAMMOND
	Come on, Jack.  I want to hear
	about your girl.  When were you
	with her last ... You get what I
	mean?

Smiles. Cates smiles back at him, almost cruelly

		CATES
	I don't give out the details.

		HAMMOND
	Last night, two nights ago, three?

Cates keeps smiling.

		CATES
	Last night.

		HAMMOND
	You have a good time?

Pained expression on Cates' face as he comes back to reality.

		CATES
	Sure.  Then we had a fight this
	morning.

		HAMMOND
	At least you took care of business
	and got the important part in
	before she came down on you...Tell
	me a little about her.  She got
	great tits?

Cates gives him a hard look.

		CATES
	I get the feeling it's going to be
	real long night.

They keep driving.

TRANSITION.

MISSION DISTRICT - STREET - NIGHT

The Cadillac drives slowly past a bar called Torchie's.
Stops at the end of the block.

		CATES
	Well?

		HAMMOND
	It's a long shot, but...Billy used
	to tend bar here a few years back.
	I heard him talk about it.

		CATES
	This part of town, they'll make us
	for heat the second we walk in.
	Just back me up like you've got a
	piece...

		HAMMOND
	Back you up?  Now why would I
	wanna do that?

		CATES
	If they kick my ass, they'll sure
	as hell carve yours up...

		HAMMOND
	But you can handle it all right,
	huh? Real amazin' how far a gun
	and a badge can carry some cats...

		CATES
	Bullshit.  Attitude and experience
	get you through...

Cates and Hammond step out, glance toward the bar.

		HAMMOND
	I been in a lot of bars where a
	white cop rousted me and some of
	the brothers. All those clowns
	ever had going for 'em was a gun
	and a badge...

		CATES
	You need five years training to
	handle a joint like...

Hamnond's had enough of this debate.

		HAMMOND
	Hey, you wanna bet?

		CATES
	I got two problems.  Number one,
	I'm not playin' games.  Number
	two, you got nothin' to bet with.

		HAMMOND
	If we come outta this joint with
	Ganz' phone number, or a dead
	Indian, or anything else useful,
	then you could turn the other way
	for half an hour while I get
	laid...

		CATES
	Why?  Anybody that talks about
	women as much as you do probably
	can't get it up anyway.

		HAMMOND
	That's never been one of my
	problems.

	Now, stop stallin', man, or else
	admit all this professional stuff
	you're talkin' about is a crock of
	shit.

		CATES
	I'll tell you what happens if you
	lose... you tell the truth for
	once.

		HAMMOND
	What are you talkin' about?

		CATES
	You tell me what Ganz busted out
	for, he's after a lot more than
	just gettin' out of jail.  And
	whatever it is, you're part of it.

		HAMMOND
	I don't know what you're talking
	about. I just wanna see Ganz
	nailed.

		CATES
	The bet's off.

Hammond thinks it over..

		HAMMOND
	Okay, if I lose, I'll tell you
	anything you want to know...

Cates reaches into his pocket.

		CATES
	I'm gonna enjoy this ... here,
	I'll even loan you my badge.

		HAMMOND
	I thought you said bullshit and
	experience are all it takes.

He takes the badge anyway as they head for the entrance.

TORCHIE'S WESTERN BAR

They step inside. Hammond reacts to...

REDNECK CITY

Longhorns mounted over the bar, Rebel Flags, Lone Star Beer,
armadillo posters. Even the waitresses wear Stetsons.
Rockabilly pounding from the jukebox. A Cowgirl Stripper is
doing the grind on a small podium.

		HAMMOND
	This place don't seem real popular
	with the brothers.

		CATES
	My kind of place. I always liked
	country boys.

Cates smiles, finds a table in the corner. A Cowgirl comes
over to take his order.

HAMMOND

Takes a deep breath, moves toward the bar. Smiles at the good
ol' boys. They don't smile back. He sits down at the bar.

		BARTENDER
	Yeah.

		HAMMOND
	Vodka.

		BARTENDER
	Maybe you better have a Black
	Russian.

		HAMMOND
	No, man, I think I'll have a vodka.

Hamnond looks around the room.

THE BARTENDER

places a glass in front of him, picks up the dollar as
Harmond flashes Cates' shield.

		HAMMOND
	You know a big Indian named Billy
	Bear?  He used to work here.

The Bartender shakes his head, gives him a scowl.

		BARTENDER
	Never heard of him.

Hammond lifts the shot glass and throws it through the mirror
behind the bar. Sudden silence throughout the room.

		HAMMOND
	Now how's your memory doin'?

		BARTENDER
	Fuck off.  I don't know what the
	hell you're talkin' about.

		HAMMOND
	Maybe I better ask around, see
	what your pals think.

		BARTENDER
	I don't give a shit who you ask.

The Bartender walks down toward Cates.

HAMMOND

Moves away from the bar. He stops at a booth occupied by

FOUR COWBOY PUNKS,

one a very big man.  Hammond grabs him by the arm and pulls
him up.

		HAMMOND
	Up against the wall, cowboy.

The Punk breaks free, aims a massive haymaker at Hammond.
Gets a right to the stomach for his trouble.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Now, I said get over there by that
	wall ... You hear me,
	motherfucker...

Looks at the others.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Move it, rednecks.  On your feet...

He grabs the next by the arm, yanks him up.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Over there...move your ass. Some
	of you rednecks seem a little hard
	of hearing, so I'll repeat it for
	everybody... I need word on the
	whereabouts of an Indian that goes
	by the name of Billy Bear. It's a
	police matter and you all look
	like you'd just love to
	cooperate...

CATES Quietly sips his beer. The other occupants of the bar
watch Hammond herd the four Punks to the end wall.

A BIG COWBOY

when Hammond isn't looking, he dashes toward the exit, Cates
puts out a leg. Sends the Cowboy crashing into a crowdedtable.

HAMMOND

Turns around at the noise.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	That wasn't necessary, buddy. I
	got this under control.

		CATES
	Some of us citizens are with you
	all the way, Officer.

The Redneck Punks are now spread-eagled against the wall.
Hammond searches the first. He drops a wallet on the floor
and moves to the second. A switchblade, some credit cards and
another wallet fall to the floor. The last Punk has only a
roll of bills.  Hammond holds the money up to his face.

		HAMMOND
	You're in trouble, big trouble, so
	you better start talking. Where'd
	a boy like you make a score like
	this?

		PUNK
	It's mine, what the hell...

		HAMMOND
	You must a rolled somebody.  They
	don't let punks like you take jobs
	that pay this much ... you sure
	you don't know a dangerous Indian,
	because unless you start talkin'
	I may just have to start looking
	down your pants with a
	flashlight...

		PUNK
	What kind of cop are you, anyway?

		HAMMOND
	I am your most terrible nightmare
	... a bad nigger with a badge that
	entitles him to kick your ass...

Hammond turns to the Bartender...

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	One of them is under-age.  Another
	attacked a police officer. And you
	know I ain't found what I came
	lookin' here for yet...

Walks back to the Bartender.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	The tall one had a weapon ... you
	want me to keep on makin' a list,
	or you got the picture yet?

He reaches for a towel under a pyramid of bar glasses. Jerks
the towel, the pyramid capsizes onto the floor. Huge crash as
the glasses break into a million fragments.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Looks like you're on your way to
	bein' outta business, redneck...
	Now, let's see what can we fuck
	with next?

The Bartender doesn't have the look of a happy man.

		BARTENDER
	Okay, okay.  The Indian hangs out
	with a girl down the block. Right
	where Chinatown starts.  She lives
	on top of the hardware store.

Hammond turns, grins at Cates. As far as he's concerned, he's
won the bet.  Cates nods, slips out the door.

		HAMMOND
	I don't give a damn about his
	girl...

		BARTENDER
	Look, give me a break, you're
	going to have to settle for her
	place.  It's the only thing I know.

He looks desperate.

		BARTENDER
		(continuing)
	I'm tellin' ya, I'm giving you all
	I know.

		HAMMOND
	Try obeyin' the law once in
	awhile, and I won't have to hassle
	you...

Turns to go, then turns back.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	But remember this, cowboy, there's
	a new sheriff in town.

Smiles, turns and goes.

TRANSITION.

STREET - ACROSS FROM TORCHIE'S - NIGHT

Hammond steps out of the bar.  He crosses to Cates by the car.

		CATES
	I think you got something for me.

Pause.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	The gun you took off that redneck
	in there.

Hammond smiles.

		HAMMOND
	You made that move, huh?

		CATES
	While you're at it, You can give
	me the switchblade, too.

Hammond reluctantly takes out a .22 automatic, slams it down
on the hood of the car.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Credit cards?

Hammond hands them over with the knife.

		HAMMOND
	You already got a gun and you owe
	me a piece of ass.  I'll settle
	for the gun you just took.

A long moment. Then Cates slowly lifts the .22 automatic.

		CATES
	You did a real good job... Guess
	you deserve a reward.

Removes the clip.  Throws it across the street. Hands Hammond
the automatic.

		HAMMOND
	Motherfucker.

He throws the gun away.

		CATES
	I sure am. Now let's go get us an
	Indian.

They walk up the block.

TRANSITION.

STREET - CHINATOWN - NIGHT

Neon signs with Sino lettering.

CATES AND HAMMOND

Walk down the street, spot a shop with a window display of
tools.  Look up at the darkened apartment windows. They walk
to the end of the block.

ALLEY

Stairwells lead to each apartment above the shops. Cates and
Hammond move along the buildings... Arrive at the back of the
hardware store. Quietly, they start to ascend the stairs.

STAIRWELL

The metal steps extend onto a platform by the back door.
Cates leans over the railings to look through the adjacent
window. Between the drawn curtains, a flickering glimmer from
a TV set. On the tube, various poses from stridently
exercising women.

		HAMMOND
	What the shit is that?

Looks again. A female form passes by, goes out of the room.

		CATES
	There.

		HAMMOND
	Must be billy's girl.

		CATES
	Come on.

DOORWAY

Cates gestures to the door lock. Hammond fiddles with it for
several moments. The door swings open. They step into a
darkened room.

APARTMENT

Cates takes the .38 from his pocket. He stops near the open
bedroom doorway. He looks at Hammond and then both men step
quickly into the room.

		CATES
	Police! Nobody move!

Hammond reaches for the light switch. Takes a heavy blow.
Slumps against the door. A Woman's voice screams out.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Stay where you are!

The light goes on. Cates' gun points at a YOUNG WOMAN (CASEY)
in a flimsy dressing gown. Saturday Night Special held
between her palms, police style... A SECOND WOMAN (SALLY)
stands beside Hammond at the light switch. Larger and
slightly older than the first, she wears a man's shirt. Holds
a baseball bat in her right hand.

		SALLY
	You better drop it or he's gonna
	get another one.

		HAMMOND
	Hey, talk to here jack.  I don't
	feel like gettin' number two along
	side of the head.

		CATES
	I said police.  Now drop the
	goddamn gun.

		CASEY
	Don't give me that police shit.
	You drop it.

Pause.

		CATES
	Okay, look, don't shoot.  I'm just
	reachin' for my badge.

Cates takes out his badge-Shows it to Casey.

		CASEY
	I don't like this bullshit. I've
	seen fake badges before.

		HAMMOND
	I'll tell you something lady, this
	guy is a real nervous cop - He's
	just liable to pull the trigger.

Cates takes two steps toward Casey...

		CATES
	Naw, I'm the calm type.  I know
	you don't want me to shoot you,
	and I know that you don't want to
	shoot me.

He takes two more steps toward her.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Shooting a cop puts you away for
	a long time.

Holds out his hand.

		CASEY
	You assholes better be real.

She hands Cates the gun. Sally prods Hammond with the
baseball bat.

		SALLY
	Just wait a Goddamn second here,
	let's see your badge...

He snatches the bat out of her hands.

		HAMMOND
	Don't have one.

		SALLY
	I knew it.  Call the cops.

Casey walks over to the phone.

		CATES
	Tell them it's Cates, Detective
	31st District.  Then put your
	clothes on. If you don't answer
	some questions I'm taking both
	your asses in.

After a moment, Casey puts down the phone.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Now, let's cut out the crap, which
	one of you sees Billy Bear?

		SALLY
	None of your business, cop.  The
	son of a bitch isn't here, and he
	isn't coming back.

		CATES
	You can do better than that.

Turns to Casey.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	How about it?

		CASEY
	I used to go with him...I don't
	know where the hell he is.  I
	haven't seen him for two weeks.
	And I don't think I will.  He owes
	me money...

		SALLY
	He's a Goddamn lowlife, the way he
	treated her.

		CATES
	Sounds like a real stormy romance.

		CASEY
	I don't much care what it sounds
	like to you, Cop. All I know is
	that I went a few laps around the
	track with him and I ended up with
	nothin' but the short end of the
	stick.

Cates looks over at Hammond.

		CATES
	Let's go.

		HAMMOND
	Wait a minute.  Maybe these ladies
	would like to go a few laps with
	us.  How about it? I been nearly
	three years in prison and...

		SALLY
	Fuck off.

		CATES
	Come on...

Hannond starts for the door with Cates.

		CASEY
	If you find that bastard, Billy,
	tell him to stay out of my life.
	I don't need any more of his macho
	bullshit.

TRANSITION.

STREET  CHINATOWN - NIGHT

The two men walk among the bright neon lights. Neither of
them very happy.

		CATES
	This sucks.  A maniac gets hold of
	my gun and goes all over the
	streets killing people with it.
	So, instead of me being where I
	oughta be, which is in bed giving
	my girl the high, hard one, I'm
	out here doing this shit, roaming
	around with some overdressed,
	charcoal-colored loser like you.

		HAMMOND
	You wanna leave, man?  Let me take
	care of Ganz all by myself.

		CATES
	You?  Don't make me laugh.  You
	can't take care of shit.  You've
	been dicking me around since we
	started on this turd-hunt.  All
	you're good for is games... So
	far, what I got outta you is
	nothin'...

		HAMMOND
	I'm impressed with you too, Jack
	you did a real good job of busting
	up a couple of dykes bedded down
	for the night.

		CATES
	Luther knew more than he told me
	and so do you...Now you better
	tell we what the fuck this is all
	about.  I gave you 48 hours to
	come up with something and the
	clock's runnin' ...

A long look at Hammond.

		HAMMOND
	Maybe I don't like the way you ask.

		CATES
	Who gives a Goddamn what you
	think? You're just a crook that's
	got a weekendpass ... You're not
	even a name anymore. Just a spear-
	chucker with a Goddamn number
	stenciled on the back of his
	prison fatigues...

They walk past.

TRANSITION.

STREET ACROSS FROM TORCHIE'S - NIGHT

They two men walk toward the Cadillac.

		CATES
	Okay, Reggie, I'm done playing
	around. I want to know what's
	going on and I'm going to beat the
	living shit out of you until you
	tell me.

Hammond goes into a street rap.

		HAMMOND
	You beat the shit out of me?
	Don't make me laugh, sucker.  You
	don't know how I'd dance on your
	face?  I'll hit you so hard, so
	many times, you'll wish you'd
	never been hatched.  I'll turn
	your face into cottage cheese.
	I'll make your girl think you been
	takin' ugly pills.  She won't even
	know who you are, sucker.

They stop by the car. Cates takes the gun out, lays it on the
hood.  Hammond stares at him. Cates next takes out his
wallet, shows Hammond his badge, then lays the badge on the
car fender... Smiles.

		CATES
	I guess the first thing I ought,
	to explain to you, nigger, is I
	fight dirty.

Hits Hammond a tremendous right hand full in the face.
Hammond sags, grabs onto the car fender for support. Cates
hesitates ... and Hammond kicks out, sending the partially
open car door slamming into Cates. Cates sprawls.

		HAMMOND
	So do I.

Hammond aims a kick at Cates' head.  Cates blocks it with
crossed forearms, grabs, twists.  Hammond tumbles, rolls away
from Cates.  Both men struggle to their feet, circle each
other.

Hammond moves in only to receive twoquick blows from Cates,
a bit sooner than he expected.  Cates smiles.

Hammond dances in and out... Cates' breathing becomes more
labored. His windmill attack penetrates Cates' defense. Cates
clears his head, charges, bull-like ... His rush and greater
bulk send both of them crashing into some trash cans and a
brick wall.

Hammond is faster...

Cates is much stronger; Both men on their knees. They look at
one another. Silently, they move to their feet. Hammond's
back is to a wall... Cates keeps him there, negates the
lighter man's agility. They slug away, each now arm-weary...
Exchange a dozen blows. Finally, Cates steps back, arms at
his side... Breath coming like a bellows...

Hammond has to hold on to the wall; one more punch would put
him out.

		CATES
	Now, you bastard, you going to
	tell me what's going on...

Puffing away.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	... Do I have to kick the shit out
	of you some more.

They stand facing one another. Hammond smiles. A black-and-
white comes roaring up the street. Sirens howling, red lights
flashing, it slides to a stop. TWO UNIFORMED COPS jump out,
guns drawn.

		FIRST COP
	All right, you two.  Don't move.

		CATES
	NO, no...it's okay...I'm police.

		SECOND COP
	Yeah, sure.  Get your hands above
	your head.

He keeps his gun trained on Cates,and Hammond.

		CATES
	My gun and badge are over there.
	And I'm too fucking tired to raise
	my hands...

Hammond rubs the side of his face. Cates falls back against
the patrol car. Still fighting for breath. The First Cop
lifts Cates' wallet off the Cadillac and looks at his badge,
shows it to the other cop.

		FIRST COP
	What the hell's going on here?

Cates walks over, pockets his gun.

		SECOND COP
	I've got a burglary call.  Two
	women say a couple of hoods broke
	into their place posing as cops.

		CATES
	I was following a lead.  We
	rousted them... Go up and sweet
	talk 'em.  You can straighten it
	out.

The First Cop checks out Cates' badge and I.D.

		FIRST COP
	Why don't you do it?  We got
	better things to do than
	straighten out your messes.

		CATES
	So do I. I'll file a report
	tomorrow.

The First Cop takes out his book, starts writing.  He's
pissed.

		FIRST COP
	I gotta file a..Report tonight
	asshole...

		CATES
	Goes with the territory.

He grabs Hammond and they head for the Cadillac.

TRANSITION.

ALL-NIGHT GAS STATION

Cadillac parked behind the service area.

RESTROOM

Hammond looks' up at his bruised face in the mirror, then
washes up.  Cates is one step ahead of him. He rolls up a
piece of the wet towel and inserts it over his bleeding gum.

		HAMMOND
	Too bad we got interrupted when we
	did.  I was getting ready to
	finish you off.

Cates straightens up from the wash basin.

		CATES
	Yeah, right.  You want to try
	again?

		HAMMOND
	Naw, you'd just call your pals
	back to bail you out one more time.

		CATES
	They saved your ass, convict.

		HAMMOND
	One thing's for sure, Jack.
	That's how you'll tell the story.

Cates dries off his face, starts out of the washroom.

		CATES
	I'll even put it in my report that
	way.

The door closes behind Cates. Hammond leans back toward the
mirror, nudges a tooth with his finger.

		HAMMOND
	Motherfucker.

GAS STATION PARKING LOT

Cates leans on the Cadillac as Hammond emerges. Hammond
starts for the passenger side.

		CATES
	Wait a minute.

Hammond stops.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	You come clean or we're going to
	go again.  Right here, right now.

Pause.

A long moment; Hammond decides be has no choice.

		HAMMOND
	I been waiting a long time for
	some money.

		CATES
	How much?

		HAMMOND
	Half a million.

		CATES
	Jesus.

Hammond smiles his meanest smile.

		HAMMOND
	How's that for a number to give
	you heart failure? Guess you might
	start to get the picture after
	all. Mlaybe you're on the wrong
	side of the old law and order
	business..

Cates is unmoved.

		CATES
	Just tell me about the money.

		HAMMOND
	Me and my bunch hit a dealer in
	the middle of a sale. It's the
	kind of money nobody ever reports
	stolen. I was sittin' pretty,
	livin' in the high cotton, then
	somebody fingered me for another
	job. ... Some psycho who's out
	there capping people with some
	cop's gun.

		CATES
	He's after your money.

		HAMMOND
	You catch on real fast...Okay,
	Jack, let's talk deal. How much of
	my money you gonna let me keep?

Cates just looks at him.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	We split 50-50?

		CATES
	Not likely, convict.

		HAMMOND
	You gonna let me keep any of it?

		CATES
	Depends on how things work out. I
	believe in the merit system. So
	far you haven't built up any
	points.

He smiles.

		HAMMOND
	Okay, from now on, I'm gonna be
	real good, Jack.

Cates smiles back.

		CATES
	Where's the money?

		HAMMOND
	In the trunk of a car.  A lot
	better than under a mattress,
	right?

Cates smiles.

		CATES
	Right, partner.

		HAMMOND
	Get this. We ain't partners. We
	ain't brothers. We ain't friends.
	If Ganz gets away with my money,
	you're gonna be sorry we ever met.

		CATES
	Yeah.  Right.

They get into the Caddy. Boom away.

TRANSITION.

The Cadillac moving through the city... Clock on the
dashboard showing 4 a.m. Cates at the wheel.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Where's the goddamn car?

		HAMMOND
	You're a real case, you know that,
	Jack?

Smiles.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	This'll show you how smart I am.
	I got it parked.

		CATES
	...For three years?  Let's hope it
	wasn't a tow-away zone.

		HAMMOND
	You just drove by it.

The Cadillac makes a screeching U-turn,i swings into the curb.

Cates leans out, looks at...

PARKING BUILDING

Narrow, multi-storied, with a garage-like opening and
signals... proclaiming 'Weekly-Monthly-Long Term."

CADILLAC

		CATES
	Okay, now what?

Hammond gets out of the car.

Stands on the sidewalk.

Stretches.

Then gets into the back seats.

		HAMMOND
	Since you're wired on benniest you
	get to stay up and stare at the
	building. I'm  tired, so I'm going
	to sleep. They take Sunday off.
	Place opens at seven o'clock
	Monday morning. Wake me up at a
	quarter till...

Cates stares at the place.

		CATES
	You son of a bitch. You knew where
	the money was all along and all we
	had to do was come here and wait.
	I almost got my ass blown off
	twice tonight for nothing.

		HAMMOND
	I wasn't sure the money was still
	there until we saw Luther. You
	almost got your ass shot off for
	nothing once, not twice, Jack.

		CATES
	Shit.

THE CITY

Beyond the skyline, grey streaks of dawn etch the sky.

TRANSITION.

The Cadillac is pulled up facing the streets down the block
from the parking sections Cates walks in through the lot
entrance. Threads his way between the lines of parked
vehicles Tired and haggard, he carries a paper bag filled
with quick-order food.

CADILLAC

Hammond stretches on the back seat.  Cates slams the door
shut.

		CATES
	I don't want you sleeping on the
	job.

Hammond yawns, eases himself into a sitting position.

		HAMMOND
	The place opens in five minutes.
	Ganz ought to be here soon...

Cates tears the paper bag open. Passes a cup of coffee and
donut back. He sips his own coffee, adds some whiskey from
his flask... pops another bennie.

		CATES
	You took a big chance, leaving
	this here all this time.

		HAMMOND
	Not really.  I figured Ganz was
	put down for a long time.  And I
	knew Luther would never job me on
	his own.  He's too chickenshit.

		CATES
	Guess what?  Luther just got in
	line.

Hammond sits up.

		HAMMOND
	What?

		CATES
	Musta got some primo bondsman.

		HAMMOND
	Jesus Christ.  That's a disgrace
	The guy pulls a gun on a cop and
	he's out in 24 hours.  I tell you
	some of the courts these days are
	just a fucking revolving door.

INT. PARKING LOT BUILDING

Luther walks up to the window where a bored ATTENDANT reads
a comic book.

		ATTENDANT
	Yeah?

		LUTHER
	I want to pick up my car.

He passes across a faded form.

		ATTENDANT
	Name?

		LUTHER
	Hammond.

The Attendant examines the form, surprised.

		ATTENDANT
	This is three years old.

		LUTHER
	Yeah, I've been busy.

The Attendant opens a key file, begins rummaging in it.

		ATTENDANT
	We don't wash 'em, ya know.

		LUTHER
	How about chargin' the battery?

		ATTENDANT
	That we do. And we put air in the
	tires. I'll even sell you some gas
	if you need it.

		LUTHER
	Great, just great.

The Attendant finds the key, exits the booth. Luther follows
to an elevated stack of cars. The Attendant throws a switch,
the stack of cars begins to move.

STREET

Luther drives down the exit ramp in a dated Porsche
convertible.

The car is covered with a uniform coat of dust, except for
the windshield which has been wiped hastily clean.

Luther waits for a break in the flow of traffic, drives out.

Another street

Luther turns onto a side street and then suddenly Cate's
Cadillac appears ... starts to tail the Porsche.

CADILLAC

Cates follows Luther through several turns.

The Porsche jerks whenever it speeds up or slows down.

		HAMMOND
	Jesus Christ, look at all the dust
	on my car...why in the hell don't
	he take it to a car wash?

		CATES
	Didn't know you darker people went
	in for foreign jobs.

		HAMMOND
	I had no choice. Some white
	asshole bought the last piece of
	shit skyblue Cadillac.

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

INT. CADDY

As they follow Luther.

		CATES
	You'd think the guy'd be smart
	enough to know he was being tailed.

		HAMMOND
	Tryin' to save his girl, man. He's
	in another world.

		CATES
	If I was his size and had Ganz on
	my ass, I'd  just leave town.

		HAMMOND
	I'm tellin' you the man's in
	love... he wants to be a hero for
	his girl.

		CATES
	Oh, yeah, does bein' in love make
	you stupid?

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

As they follow Luther.

		CATES
	I suppose you'd never be like
	Luther and let a woman get to
	you...

		HAMMOND
	I let women get to me.  The quest
	for pussy is the meaning of life
	... I got my own personal
	philosophy about 'em.  Keep women
	separate from guns, money and
	business ... women are for
	spending money.  They got nothing
	to do with helping you make it.

		CATES
	That ain't philosophy.  That's
	common sense.

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

INT. CADDY

As they follow Luther.

		HAMMOND
	Say, do you always work people
	over like you did Luther?

		CATES
	If they don't tell me what I need
	to know...

		HAMMOND
	Doesn't it get... Tiring?

		CATES
	I'm not in this 'cause it's fun.
	I'm not into hitting guys 'cause
	it makes me feel good either... I
	do it 'cause it works-...

		HAMMOND
	You got a very depressing view of
	life, man... you gotta smile once
	in awhile...

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

INT. CADDY

As they follow Luther.

		CATES
	Maybe Luther hopes Ganz'll give
	him a piece of your money...

		HAMMOND
	If he's hoping that then he's
	dumber than I think he is, which
	would be amazin', cause I already
	think he's real dumb.

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

INT. CADDY

As they follow Luther.

		HAMMOND
	A long time agb Luther must of got
	the shit beat out of him so bad it
	just rattled his brain ... that
	would account for him making so
	many wrong moves in a row...

		CATES
	Yeah, it doesn't look like he's
	gonna make it as a dangerous tough
	guy...

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

INT. CADDY

As they follow Luther,

		HAMMOND
	You know, I'd be embarrassed if I
	let my wheels go the way you've
	done with this job.

		CATES
	What you don't understand is, I
	don't give a damn about how this
	thing looks.

		HAMMOND
	No class...

		CATES
	Class isn't somethin' you buy,
	punk. Look at you, five hundred
	dollar suit and you're still a
	lowlife.

ANOTHER STREET

The Caddy follows the Porsche.

INT.  CADDY

As they follow Luther.

		HAMMOND
	We're getting too close ... Cates,
	what's the matter, you been takin'
	dumb pills?

		CATES
	Yeah, most cops are pretty dumb...
	But since you're the one that
	landed in jail what's that make
	you?

ANOTHER STREET

Luther pulls over to curb and parks.

CADILLAC

suddenly swings over several lanes of traffic and parks in
driveway of parking lot.

LUTHER - CATES & HAMMOND'S P.O.V.

He goes to the trunk. Rummages there ... picks up a flaming
red suit.

INT. CADILLAC

		CATES
	That Goddamn suit is yours?

Hammond winces.

		HAMMOND
	That was in style a couple years
	back, man.

		CATES
	Right. if you ever switch from
	armed robbery to pimping, then
	you're all set.

Under the suit is a nondescript attache case. Luther takes
it, closes the trunk. Beads down the sidewalk.

CADILLAC

		HAMMOND
	That's the money, Jack.

They jump out of the car, follow on foot.

STREET

Luther hurries along the sidewalk.

He reaches the corner, turns quickly...

CATES AND HAMMOND

Following a little way behind.

They pause at the corner, watching the pedestrian traffic
move by. Then turn down the cross street after Luther. Follow
him down a stairwell.

SUBWAY STATION - LOBBY

Escalators and open stairwells. Luther enters and pauses by
the doorway. Commuters crowd the counters and congregate near
the stairwells. More people are seated along hard plastic
seats. But no Ganz.  And no Billy.

Luther moves further into the station.  Cates and Hammond
enter. They keep Luther fixed between them, 50 feet ahead.
Luther seems to be wandering He walks through the shop area
and back toward the escalator. Hammond remains near the
arcade while Cates blends in with the commuters. Luther puts
the briefcase down at his feet and leans against a counter.
Next to him, a loud troop of Boy Scouts marches by.  A crowd
of people from the train area below flows through the lobby
obscuring Luther from Hammond and Cates for a moment.  Cates
steps out to get a better view and suddenly spots Ganz moving
through the crowd toward Luther. Be looks over at Hammond
across the station and motions.  Then they both start moving
in on Ganz, trying to intercept him before he gets deeper
into the crowd.

Ganz moves cautiously through the station. A crumpled
newspaper held absently in his hand. He scans the faces of
the commuters and spots Luther. Fails to notice Cates and
Hammond closing in on him from two directions.

A PATROLMAN comes up. Starts chatting amiably with a Boy
Scout next to Luther. Ganz hesitates in his approach. He
motions Luther to move awaye, but Luther starts to panic when
he sees Cates and Hammond closing in...

Ganz reacts to Luther, turns and spots the two men. He makes
an immediate break for open ground. The Patrolman sees Ganz
start to run. The newspaper is thrown to the floor... Ganz
swings Cates' .44 toward Hammond.

		PATROLMAN
	Hey--you!

Ganz whirls, his feet slipping on the marble floor. His shot
at Hammond goes plowing into the ceiling. The crowd starts to
panic and run in all directions.

The Patrolman has al ready brought his own gun out. Levels it
at Ganz.

		PATROLMAN
		(continuing)
	Put it down.

BILLY BEAR

Suddenly appears, Rosalie at his side. Billy Bear's .44
blasts the Patrolman onto his back.

Ganz comes up and scrambles through the screaming patrons.
He, Billy and Rosalie head toward the escalator. Cates has
already brought out his .38... Can't get a clean shot through
the chaos.

Hammond pushes his way through the crowd to Cates.

		HAMMOND
	Shoot the sons of bitches.

Cates can't risk it...

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	You don't want to chance it, then
	give me the gun...

A moment.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Bullshit. Then i'm staying with
	the money.

		CATES
	You stay with me...

		HAMMOND
	No way...

Hammond starts after Luther. Cates turns, starts to aim at
Hammond. Hesitates...

PASSENGER WALKWAY

Panic has overtaken everyone as they try to escape the madman
with the gun.

Ganz and Billy elbow and kick their way through the crowd,
tugging Rosalie along...

Cates, gun in hand, creates further-panic as he moves after
Ganz.

Ganz grabs a man beside him.

Shoves him hard into the passengers in back.

The man knocks over several more people creating a roadblock.

Ganz vaults over the railing and starts for the trains.
Cates loses a few more precious seconds grappling through the
terrorized passengers...

TRAIN AREA

The usually jammed area looks like an empty stockyard. The
patrons huddle in fear against any available wall.

Cates bursts out of the stairwell...

TUNNEL

Red and green signal lights. The light goes red, a train
roars up and the doors hiss open.

Billy and Ganz fight through the passengers getting off the
train, jump on board; Billy pulls Rosalie behind him.

CATES

Running for the doors...

Suddenly, a SECURITY OFFICER appears, riot gun in hand.

		SECURITY OFFICER
	Freeze!

		CATES
	No! No!  There they are!

		SECURITY OFFICER
	Just put it down real slow.

The train doors close.

		CATES
	I'm a policeman, you asshole!

		SECURITY OFFICER
	Don't even try... now drop it
	or - you're all done.

He means it, points the riot gun even closer... The train in
front of him moves away.

Cates carefully places the .38 on the pavement. Then raises
his hands in the air.

		CATES
	Shit.

TRAIN STATION - LOBBY

Witnesses stand in nervous little knots. Give versions of
what happened to notepad-toting patrolmen. Hospital
Attendants minister to various and sundry complaints.

Cates sits on a passenger bench, obviously dejected.  A
voice comes echoing from behind.

		HADEN
	Cates.

Haden, silhouetted against the light from the street.

		HADEN
		(continuing)
	What the bell happened?

		CATES
	I lost them, that's what happened.

		HADEN
	How did they get away?

		CATES
	They ran.  As fast as they could.
	Caught a train.

Haden watches the Morgue Personnel wheel out the body of the
Patrolman.

		HADEN
	Which one pulled the trigger?

		CATES
	The Indian.  I was about 30 yards
	away.

		HADEN
	You couldn't get to him?

Cates shrugs.

		HADEN
		(continuing)
	What a screw-up.

		CATES
	Right.  I screwed up.  I fucked
	up. I messed up.  Anybody could
	have done better, especially you.
	I bet you're real good at hitting
	targets through crowds.

Haden starts toward the street. Looks back at Cates.

		HADEN
	Don't duck the bullet Cates. Why
	didn't you call in for backup
	instead of makin' a grandstand
	play?

		CATES
	I didn't have the time.

		HADEN
	Too bad, it would've covered your
	ass.  Now you're in the shit and
	so's the department. In case you
	haven't noticed, this wasn't our
	finest hour... I told you everyone
	was watchin' on this one. Maybe
	you better start thinkin' about
	writin' tickets off a three wheel
	bike.

Cates looks at Haden for a moment...

Turns and walks away.

TRANSITION.

PREDMORE HOTEL - NIGHT

Hammond across the street from Predmore.

Standing in a phone booth talking into the receiver...

He turns and looks acain at the hotel...

Hangs up.

Walks into a nearby bar.

TRANSITION.

VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB

HAMMOND

Punk Dancers all over the floor.

A rock group blasting away...("NEW SHOES" - Vocal)

HAMMOND

At a back booth...

A MAN (SOSNA) approaches carrying a small suitcase.

		HAMMOND
	How you doing, man?

		SOSNA
	Not bad, not bad.

Puts the suitcase down on the table.

		SOSNA
		(continuing)
	You want to go outside?

		HAMMOND
	Naw, right here's okay.

Dancers sliding and jerking in front of them.

		SOSNA
	You sure?

		HAMMOND
	I'm sure.  Everybody here's
	looking at everybody else's ass.

Sosna pops open the suitcase. Lid shielding the contents from
the patrons...

		SOSNA
	I got some real nice merchandise.
	All of it's clean.

Suitcase arranged like q salesman's display case. Tightly
spaced rows of handguns mounted in their holsters.

		HAMMOND
	I like this one...

Pockets a revolver with a deft move.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	How about some ammo?

		SOSNA
	It's loaded... I got some shells
	in here.

Opens another compartment. Hammond helps himself to two
boxes...

		HAMMOND
	How much?

		SOSNA
	This is clean shit.  No serial
	numbers and never been used...

		HAMMOND
	Don't mess with me. How much?

		SOSNA
	Five bills.

		HAMMOND
	Five.  On credit.

		SOSNA
	This ain't a credit business.

You know that.

		HAMMOND
	Yeah, I know that, but this is me
	and we're old friends. I haven't
	got the money so what are you
	gonna do about it?

		SOSNA
	Give it back.

		HAMMOND
	Try and take it.

A long moment.

		SOSNA
	Fuck you.  You got no right for
	this kind of play.

		HAMMOND
	I'll got your money to you. No
	sweat.

Hammonds heads for the bar.

Stands next to a good-looking woman (RITA). Nods to the
barkeep.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	Vodka. With a twist. And I want to
	run a tab.

Served up. He knocks half of it back, turns to the woman.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	My name's Reggie Hammond.

Big personality smile.

		RITA
	So what?

She turns away as he takes a drink. He looks at another
pretty girl (ANGELA).

		HAMMOND
	Hi there. I'm Reggie Hammond.

		ANGELA
	I'm with somebody.

She turns away.

		HAMMOND
	This ain't my night.

He drinks up.

TRANSITION.

SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT

Several Detectives are working at desks. Kehoe walks into the
office. He moves slowly to Cates' desk and slumps down in a
nearby chair.

		KEHOE
	You look awful.

		CATES
	So do you...been a long day.

		KEHOE
	Long night, too, from what I heard
	... Word's going around that in
	addition to losing Ganz for the
	second time, and in addition to
	Haden busting you back to
	Patrolman, some jig beat the crap
	out of you.

		CATES
	Aw, bullshit, you heard wrong.

		KEHOE
	Doesn't look like it.

		CATES
	Nothing came in for me yet?  No
	calls?

		KEHOE
	Nothing.

Kehoe's phone begins to ring.  Cates watches hopefully.

		KEHOE
		(continuing)
	Kehoe... Okay, hang on.

Offers the phone to Cates.

		KEHOE
		(continuing)
	It's for you... Ordinance.

Cates' excitement vanishes. He takes the receiver. Kehoe
begins to clean off his desk.

		CATES
	Hello... Yeah, okay.  I'll be in
	tomorrow. That's right, you can
	depend on it.  Okay?

He slams down the receiver, leans back in the chair.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Bullshit red tape.

		KEHOE
	I'm heading out. How about you?

Cates shakes his head.

		CATES
	I got to wait for a call.

		KEHOE
	Okay.  See you in the morning...
	you know, you ought to get some
	rest...

He walks out the door. Cates stares fixedly at the phone on
the desk. Hoping Hammond will call... Across the room another
phone starts to ring. Cates stares at the PLAINCLOTHESMAN who
answers.

		PLAINCLOTHESMAN
	Yeah, he's here.

Cates stiffens.

		PLAINCLOTHESMAN
		(continuing)
	Cates... line twelve.

Cates snatches up the phone, shouts into it...

		CATES
	You motherfucker, where are you?

ELAINE

In the Chronicle Restaurant and Bar, a well appointed
establishment off Montgomery Street.

		ELAINE
	I'm at work, asshole.  Where else?

		CATES
	Elaine! I... I'm sorry... I was
	expecting somebody else... police
	business.

		ELAINE
	No wonder you're so popular.

		CATES
	No, it's I'm just surprised you
	called.

		ELAINE
	So am I.

		 ELAINE			CATES
Jack, this afternoon...	  Hey, look, when...

		ELAINE
	You first.

		CATES
	Look, I'm sorry about ... the way
	things have been lately.  I know
	I haven't been acting real great...

Behind Cates, Kehoe steps back into the room.

		KEHOE
	Hey, Cates...

Cates swings around.

		KEHOE
		(continuing)
	I almost forgot.  That pal of
	yours from the Vice Squad wants
	you to call him.

		CATES
	What?

		ELAINE
	Jack, are you still there?

		KEHOE
	Yeah.  He said he rousted a bar
	with you last night.

		CATES
	Jesus Christ.  Why the hell didn't
	you tell me before?

		KEHOE
	I'm not paid to take your personal
	calls.  He was in some bar. .. off
	duty.

Cates interrupts.

		CATES
	The number ... what's the Goddamn
	number?

		ELAINE
	Jack?  What was that?

		KEHOE
	Find it yourself.  It's on my desk.

Cates speaks back into the receiver.

		CATES
	Elaine, I gotta put you on hold...

		ELAINE
	Jack, wait...

		CATES
	Just a second, that's all!

He hits the bold button, starts rummaging through the desk.
Paperwork scatters in all directions.

Kehoe watches him in silence for awhile then leaves. Cates
begins to dial.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Hammond... you son of a bitch,
	where are you?

Listens for a moment.

VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB

Hammond on the phone as the band rocks away.   (MONKEY
MASH - Track only)

		HAMMOND
	Hey, Jack, how ya doin'? What took
	you so long to call, man? I been
	waitin' ... I'm at Vroman's up in
	the Fillmore. Yeah, Vroman's...
	'Course you don't hang out here;
	it's for the brothers.

SQUAD ROOM

		CATES
	I'll be there in a minute. You
	don't move your ass, right?

Slams down the phone. Starts toward the door. Remembers...

He dashes back to the phone, hits the other line. Hears only
a buzz.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Oh, shit.

TRANSITION.

VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB

Band blasting away on another number (THE BOYS ARE BACK IN
TOWN - VOCAL)

Hammond now in the middle of the floor dancing his ass off
with a girl named CANDY. As the song ends...

		HAMMOND
	My name's Reggie Hammond.

Tries his big personality smile.

This time gets one back.

		CANDY
	I'm candy...

		HAMMOND
	Excuse me, baby, but if i don't
	get some action tonight, I'm gonna
	bust.  You interested?

		CANDY
	Hey, what kind of talk is that?

		HAMMOND
	Oh ... You're a schoolteacher...

		CANDY
	No, I go to a school to learn how
	to do hair. It's a government
	program. But really I want to be
	a model - and I am definitely not
	sellin'.

		HAMMOND
		(humorously)
	Goodbye.

She stops him.

		CANDY
	Hey, don't you think a hair
	stylists got any interest in
	gettin' it on?

		HAMMOND
	Here you go sweetheart, throw it
	my way.

He gives her a kiss.

		CANDY
	You're in a hurry.

		HAMMOND
	Yeah, i been waiting three years.

		CANDY
	You just quit bein' a priest or
	somethin'?

		HAMMOND
	No, baby, nothin' like that.
	Look, there's a place across the
	street. We can go right over
	there...

		CANDY
	What's the matter with my place?

		HAMMOND
	No, it's gotta be here and now.
	Believe me. Only I don't have the
	damn money for a room...

The band starts up again. ("LOVE SONGS ARE FOR CRAZIES" -
VOCAL)

		CANDY
	Yeah, well, even us non-pros
	expect the guy to pay for the
	room...

Cates suddenly appears... steps between them. Yells above the
band's noise.

		CATES
	Where's luther?

		HAMMOND
	Be polite. Say hello.  This is
	Candy.

		CATES
	Hello. And goodbye.

She looks at Hammond. He nods.

		CANDY
	Well, maybe I'll see you later ...

		HAMMOND
	Here's hoping, baby...

Candy leaves and melts into the crowd on the dance floor.

		CATES
	What about Luther?

		HAMMOND
	What about Ganz?

Cates shrugs.

		CATES
	We missed.

		HAMMOND
	You missed ... Luther took a taxi
	to the hotel across the street.
	Made a phone call.

		CATES
	Maybe we should pay Luther a
	visit.

		HAMMOND
	Let him get some sleep.  He's
	going to need it.

They move to the bar.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	They must have set up a meeting
	for the morning; Luther left an 8
	am wake-up and put up the "Don't
	Disturb" sign.  He's trading his
	girl for the money.  All we have
	to do to grab Ganz is not go blind.

		CATES
	So you took the rest of the night
	off...

Hammond smiles.

		HAMMOND
	We don't have too many
	cheerleaders in prison. I though
	I might indulge myself in a little
	trim.

Cates orders two drinks.

		CATES
	Tell me something.  Why didn't you
	just take the money off Luther and
	split?

		HAMMOND
	Forget it. I want Ganz as bad as
	you do and I got some other news
	for you...

He opens his jacket slightly. Reveals a shoulder holster and
accompanying .45.  A long moment.

		CATES
	I don't know why, but I'm going to
	let you keep it. Maybe because you
	told me you had it, or maybe just
	because I'm too tired to argue...

		HAMMOND
	You sure that's the reason?

Pause.

		CATES
	Thanks for callin' in... and I
	guess Maybe... Look, I'm sorry I
	called you Watermellon nigger...
	those kinds of things. I was just
	leanin' on ya, doin' my job.

		HAMMOND
	Bein' good at your job don't
	explain everything, Jack ...

		CATES
	Yeah. Guess not.

Hammond gives him a big smile.

		HAMMOND
	As long as you're feeling like Abe
	Lincoln, how about payin' me on
	our bet?  We got time and all this
	pussy around here's drivin' me
	crazy. See that one over there,
	the one I was with...

He nods at Candy across the way.

		CATES
	Yeah, I see her.

		HAMMOND
	I can just take her right across
	the street to Luther's hotel.  All
	I need is some money for the room.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)

Big smile as Cates produces some cash. Hammond counts it
eagerly. Looks around. Candy suddenly appears like a trout
seeing a lure.  She grabs the money.

		CANDY
	Hello, again.

		HAMMOND
	I just struck it rich... I think
	we can do a little business.  As
	a matter of fact, I think we can
	have a party.

Hammond smiles, leads her out of the bar.

		CATES
	Hurry back.

Cates watches them go, downs his drink. He fishes in his
pocket for a coin, moves to a wall phone. Dials...

CHRONICLE RESTAURANT BAR - NIGHT

A COCKTAIL WAITRESS answers the phone as Elaine pours a drink.

		COCKTAIL WAITRESS
	It's for you.

Hands her the receiver.

		ELAINE
	Hello.

		CATES
	Hi, it's me...

		ELAINE
	Fuck you.

She slams down the receiver.

SIDEWALK - FRONT OF VROMAN'S - NIGHT

Hammond and Candy exit the rock club. A line of young Punkers
waiting to get inside... Hammond and Candy are in a tight
clinch, a little giggly.

		CANDY
	So... what did you have in mind?

Suddenly, Hammond sees Luther emerge from the Predmore across
the street.

		HAMMOND
	Oh no, not now!

Luther moves down the street with the briefcase.  Hammond
pulls Candy back inside Vroman's.

VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB - BAR

Rock group still blasting away... (LOVE SONGS ARE FOR
CRAZIES - Vocal continues)

Hammond and Candy reappear, knocking aside a waitress about
to refill Cates' drink.

		CATES
	That was quick.

		HAMMOND
	When you been in prison three
	years, it don't take long. Let's
	go.

		CATES
	Why?

		HAMMOND
	Luther's on the move...

Cates jumps up, runs out. Hammond looks at Candy.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	I'll be back. Trust me.

He kisses her.

Runs off after Cates. She stares at him in disbelief.

STREET LIGHT

Luther checking over his shoulder for shadows, walks down the
block. Turns into a narrow street.

A BUS STOP

Luther waits, impatient.

Checks his watch.

Looks up and down the street.

He double-checks the bus stop sign over his head.

Just as a bus pulls to a stop, air brakes hissing ...

LUTHER

Gets in.

Sees that the driver is Billy Bear...

BUS

The bus starts up. Luther hesitates in the front. On the wide
rear seat is Ganz. Rosalie beside him.

		GANZ
	Open your coat. Both sides.

He shows he's not packed.

		LUTHER
	Let her go.

		GANZ
	First, the money.

Luther takes a step.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Just show me.

Luther puts the case on a side seat, opens it for display.

ANOTHER BUS STOP

Commuters look up expectantly. One of two drift toward the
curb. Jump back in alarm as the bus roars by.

BUS

Ganz is satisfied. Luther closes the case.

		LUTHER
	Rosalie, you okay?

		GANZ
	What are you talkin' about? I said
	I wouldn't hurt her.

And then he shoots Luther. Right between the buttons.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	I never break my word.

Laughs as Rosalie begins to scream.

CATES' CADDY

Barreling down the street, ignoring red lights.

Hammond shouts over the wind.

		HAMMOND
	Notice something funny about that
	bus?

		CATES
	Yeah. It missed the last four
	stops.

Cates pours on the gas.

BILLY BEAR

His eyes fall on the rear view mirror. A white Caddy dances
in the vibrating glass. Billy looks over his shoulder at Ganz.

		BILLY
	Ganz!

THE CADDY

Swerves into cross traffic, makes a big press forward. Comes
abreast of the driver's side of the bus.

GANZ

Smashes a side window with the two handguns.

Blasts away.

Cates driving with one hand as he draws his gun.

CATES

Looks up as glass shards sparkle down.

He speeds up ... he is neck and neck with the bus.

Hammond has a clear shot of Billy Bear who gives a side
glance at him;

Hammond doesn't shoot...

Cates slows down and fires...

Billy is hit in the shoulder. Ganz runs up and fires again...
Hammond is hit in the arm. Cates grabs Hammond by the shirt.
Yanks him close. Throws the wheel over ...

CADDY

Swerves as bullets pepper the passenger side. Stuffing flies
out of Hammondis still warm seat. The right hand windows
explode. Then the Caddy spins out.

THE BUS

Roars away...

THE CADDY

Skids into a traffic sign, demolishing some newspaper
machines. Cates curses, tries to start the car. The engine
won't turn over. He looks at the distant bus.

		CATES
	Goddamn! Goddamn!  Goddamn!

Pounds on the dash. What's left of the windshield falls in at
the impact.

TRANSITION.

SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT

Cates at his desk. Hammond seated nearby, now with a bandaged
arm.  Haden in front of Cates, furious.

		HADEN
	A bus, you goddamn whiskey mick
	cop, you lost a stolen bus... We
	got five deaths related to Ganz,
	all of 'em law enforcement
	related, and you blow it for a
	lousy nigger convict...

Cates says nothing...

		HADEN
		(continuing)
	That's rights I called him a
	nigger.  You bet I did ... I saw
	the report on that little piece of
	shit.  If he spent one legal day
	in his whole life, it'd be a
	record...This is it for you...
	suspension, review board... you've
	had it.  When it gets 'round you
	protect a con rather than nail a
	cop killer...

Cates stands up.

		CATES
	He's got more brains and more guts
	in one corner of his asshole than
	any cop I've worked with.

		HADEN
	Just cause you say it with
	conviction don't mean shit to
	me... How you gonna take to a pink
	slip, huh?.

Cates stands. Moves to Hammond. Handcuffs himself to him.

		HADEN
		(continuing)
	Where the Christ do you think
	you're going?

		CATES
	I'm taking my prisoner back to
	jail.

Hammond looks at Haden.

		HAMMOND
	Goin' a little hard on him, aren't
	you?

		HADEN
	Go fuck yourself convict.

		HAMMOND
	You know for a man, you have very
	pretty brown eyes.

Cates and Hammond walk out.

UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Cates and Hammond walk stoically along a row of cars, arrive
at Hammond's Porsche.

		HAMMOND
	Hey, how'd my car get here?

		CATES
	I had it impounded.  Come on,
	we'll use it for haulin' you back
	to the slam.

		HAMMOND
	Back to jail in my own car.  Ganz
	got away. Got all my money. It
	just don't seem right.

		CATES
	I don't know about you, but I
	could use a drink... I'll buy you
	one.  It'll be my good-bye present.

Takes off Hammond's cuffs.  Looks at them.. Throws them away.

		HAMMOND
	Sorry we didn't do better, Jack.
	I feel like I let you down.

		CATES
	Naw, you didn't let me down.  It
	was a long shot all the way.  We
	gave 'em a good run at it.

		HAMMOND
	Yeah, but we didn't get 'em.

They get in and drive off.

TRANSITION.

EXT.  CITY STREET - NIGHT

The Porsche blasts by ... These men want a drink.

TRANSITION.

CHRONICLE RESTAURANT AND BAR - NIGHT

Cates and Hammond walk in. It's late, the place is almost
empty. The Bartender is a woman with her back to them
conferring with a waitress about something.

		HAMMOND
	It's late, they're closing...

		CATES
	Don't worry about it.

The barmaid turns around to take their order.  It's Elaine.

		ELAINE
	Hey, I don't believe it.

		CATES
	Hiya, kid.

		ELAINE
	I ought to have you and your
	friend thrown out...

		CATES
	Don't.  We've had a hard night.

		ELAINE
	I can see that.  Pardon me for
	saying so, but you look like
	shit.  What happened?

		CATES
	We and my pal here have been
	taking it on the chin for the last
	few hours...

Hammond looks at her. He nudges Cates.

		ELAINE
	Who the hell are you?

		HAMMOND
	Name's Hammond, Reggie Hammond.
	I heard a lot about you. And any
	friend of Jack's is a friend of
	mine.

Gives her a big smile.

		ELAINE
	I'm not so sure I can say the same
	thing...You don't look like a cop.

		HAMMOND
	Well, I been workin' the other
	side of the street for the last
	few years.  And you don't exactly
	look like a shrink, wearin' that
	dress...

		ELAINE
	Shrink major, not a shrink.

She pours three glasses of cognac. A STRAGGLER at the end of
the bar pipes up.

		STRAGGLER
	Hey, lady, a drink here.

		ELAINE
	We're closed.

		STRAGGLER
	Hey, what the hell?

Elaine turns to him; it's short and sweet.

		ELAINE
	Drink your drink, pay up and get
	out.

		STRAGGLER
	You can't do this.  It's against...

		ELAINE
	Hey, just fuck off.  My friends
	have guns.

Cates holds up his pistol. The man's eyes widen and he turns
his angry move toward her into a skedaddle out of the bar.
Elaine finishes drying a glass and approaches.

		ELAINE
		(continuing)
	You real down?

		CATES
	I've been better...Dead end.  No
	Ganz, no Indian.

He finishes his drink, puts down the glass.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	I gotta call the station.

Looks back at Hammond...

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Don't run off anywhere, okay?
	I've already got enough to worry
	about.

Moves away.

		HAMMOND
	Hard man to live with.

		ELAINE
	How would you know?

		HAMMOND
	Hey, two days with him is enough.

		ELAINE
	That's no bull.

She looks at him carefully. They both grin.

CATES

In the phone booth.

		CATES
	Is there any report ... No ...
	Just tell me... nothing..Yeah I
	figured... Okay, sure.

Hangs up.

ELAINE AND HAMMOND

Cates returns...

		CATES
	Nothing.  No sign of Ganz.  No
	sign of the Indian.  Airport's
	clean.  Train station. Bus
	station.  Docks... Shit...

		ELAINE
	Ganz is going to be hard to track.
	Just a pure schizo ... wires all
	crossed... totally without any
	pattern... kill anybody... The
	Indian... himself... anybody...

		CATES
	How do you know?

		ELAINE
	Jack, it's all over the papers.
	He's an obvious type.  But this
	Indian...

Hammond cuts in.

		HAMMOND
	He was the only one of my bunch
	that was my friend... He was
	loyal, went all the way for you...

		ELAINE
	In all due respect, he sounds kind
	of pathetic to me.  The kind of
	guy that runs home to his momma or
	some girlfriend.  Have you two ace
	detectives checked that out?

		CATES
	Yeah, well the only woman of the
	Indian's we ran into was shacked
	up with her dyke girlfriend.  I
	guess she went with him before she
	came outta the Closet ... They
	both looked mad enough to kill
	him...

		HAMMOND
	Yeah, too bad.  They were real
	nice lookin' too...In bed
	together, hardly any clothes one
	watching TV...

		ELAINE
	What makes you think they were
	lesbians, or as you so quaintly
	put it, dykes?

		CATES
	Come on, they were a little old
	for a slumber party.

		ELAINE
	It might pay to reexamine a few of
	your more primitive notions.  I
	was in bed with a girlfriend
	watching TV last week, Jack, and
	one thing we know about me is I
	happen not to be a lesbian ...
	Now, if this Indian's girlfriend
	got upset when you came looking
	for him, it could just be she's
	still vulnerable to him.

		CATES
	So what?

		ELAINE
	When a guy hurts you, then comes
	back bleeding on his hands and
	knees, who knows, he might just be
	irrestible.

		CATES
	Hey, Come on, shrink time's over.
	They wouldn't go see some old
	girlfriend.

		ELAINE
	Oh, yeah, well look where you came
	when you were down and out.

		HAMMOND
	She's got a point there, Jack.

Smiles. Cates reflects for a moment.

		CATES
	It's the only thing we got.

He looks at Elaine.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Whaddya think?

		ELAINE
	What do I know?  I'm just a
	bartender.

		CATES
	Let's go, Reggie.

He kisses Elaine.

		HAMMOND
	Do I get to kiss her too?

		CATES
	If she's right, and if you don't
	screw up.

They exit the bar.

TRANSITION.

EXT.  STREET - CHINATOVIN - NIGHT

Cates and Hammond hidden in a doorway which affords them a
good view of the alley landing to Casey and Sally's apartment.

		HAMMOND
	What if your girl's theory turns
	out to be bullshit?  I mean, they
	could be in Rio de Janeiro.

		CATES
	I've got to play it rough with
	them. If they know anything, I'm
	gonna know it.

A woman appears, turning out to be Casey carrying a shopping
bag.

		HAMMOND
	Hey, there she is...

		CATES
	Whatever play I maker just back me
	up.

		HAMMOND
	If we run into Billy first, let me
	try and talk him in.

		CATES
	Sure, I'll give you a shot at it,
	but Ganz is mine.  You know, that
	big Indian plays it for keeps...

		HAMMOND
	Yeah, and I know Ganz sure ain't
	no sweetheart... I wouldn't like
	it if this partnership ended
	before it gets started.

		CATES
	Partnership?

		HAMMOND
	Well, you got to admit we come a
	long way.

Cates gives him a smile.

		CATES
	Let's just do it.

APARTMENT STAIRWELL

As Casey opens the door and starts toward the.stairs, Cates
and Hammond come through the door and grab her. They are now
on the ground floor stairwell.

		CATES
	I hear you've got visitors.

		CASEY
	Would you guys...

		CATES
	No time for any of that crap any
	more, lady... I'll rip your lungs
	out if you don't answer fast.

Cates has her by the shoulder and arm; he twists her like a
vise...

		HAMMOND
	He means it...

She looks at Cates, knows Hammond's correct.

		CASEY
	Don't kill him.  Please, just
	don't kill him.

A long moment.

		CATES
	You and the other one, you're
	still Billy's girls. You always
	were his girls...

		CASEY
	Yeah.  Sure, i'm crazy in love
	with him, who wouldn't be...

		CATES
	You're gonna help us take him.

		CASEY
	No chance.

		CATES
	He can live or die ... You let us
	in and he's got a chance to make
	it.  Otherwise, he gets ventilated.

Casey's face is seared with pain at the thought of Billy
dying.

		HAMMOND
	If you help use he's got a chance,
	lady.

		CASEY
	Billy's in the first room off the
	hall ... With rosalie ... He's
	makin' her happy tonight.  You
	don't understand about the way it
	is with him, do ya?

		CATES
	Where's ganz?

		CASEY
	In the back.  Down the other
	corridor.

Cates looks at Reggie.

		CATES
	Looks like you're gonna get your
	chance.

They move upward...

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

Cates is stealthily going to the end of the second corridor
of the kitchen and living room area. That corridor turns at
a sharp angle and goes to the back. Hammond is at the very
front of that first corridor..at a door ... he shoves it back.

INT. FIRST BEDROOM

There is a bed and  Rosalie, undressed, is in it... Billy is
seated on the edge of it... pants on, shirt off, pulling on
his boots. Suddenly, Hammond is pointing a gun at him...

		HAMMOND
	Give it up, Billy.  You got no
	shot at it.

Billy stands.

		ROSALIE
	Don't let him hurt met Billy.
	You're not gonna let 'em hurt me,
	are ya?

		BILLY
	He won't hurt you.  He ain't gonna
	do nothin' to you, he's just after
	me.

		HAMMOND
	I'm tellin' ya, Billy, give it up.

		BILLY
	I never was much for bein'
	rehabilitated.

Billy looks at Hammond.  With lightning sudden quickness, he
reaches and produces a huge Bowie knife from behind his back.
Billy smiles, laughs...then with a sudden, awful roar, he
leaps at Hamnond who unflinchingly fires his pistol.  The big
slugs stop Billy cold and throw him back against the bed as
Rosalie shrieks.

INT. BACK BEDROOM

Ganz, half-dressed, asleep, gun in hand, throws himself off
the bed, pushes Sally out of the way ... opens the door and
starts firing furiously down the corridor... He grabs the
briefcase and runs to the window.

INT. CORRIDOR/DOOWAY TO BACK BEDROOM

Cates has ducked the bullets ... he is inching toward the
door...

He pulls it open...Ganz from the window fires another shot
which almost gets him then vanishes down the fire escape...

INT. BACK BEDROOM

Sally gets to her feett yelling, runs at Cates as he appears
and futilely tries to hit him....He throws her down on the
bed as if she were a doll ... He goes to the window...

EXT. FIRE ESCAPE

Ganz peels down the fire escapes hits the ground. He stops
for a second... Then Cates appears, Ganz fires a shot then
starts to run. Cates keeps coming...

INT. FIRST BEDROOM

Hammond hears the gunfire, runs out of the room...

CATES

Dives down the fire escape.

BATHROOM

Hammond enters to find it empty of Ganz and Cates, only Sally
crying hysterically ... He runs out.

EXT. CHINATOWN STREET

Ganz runs out the back alley ...Cates pursues...

ALLEY

Hammond runs down the stairs toward the front of the building.

EXT. STREET

Ganz runs, turns out of an alley onto a street baked with
neon light. Cates pursues.

EXT. FRONT OF CASEY'S BUILDING

Hammond runs out, turns down the adjoining street.

CATES

Following Ganz, holding him in sight, but unable to get a
shot off...

PARALLEL STREET

Hammond running down a street near the one where Ganz is
being chased...

MAIN STREET

Cates fires at Ganz ... Ganz ducks in a doorway...

HAMMOND

on his street hears the shot... he runs toward it, down a
narrow alley between two buildings....

EXT. DOORWAY AT END OF ALLEY

Ganz hears footsteps approach from the opposite direction of
Cates.  They move very close to where be is crouched... it is
Hammond coming toward him... Ganz suddenly rolls a garbage
can in his path, dropping him like a stone.

CATES

Comes toward where he expects to find Ganz... Ganz has his
arm around Hammond's throat and his gun to his ear...

		GANZ
	Drop it... you come up against me,
	you're gonna lose...

Hammond drops his gun.

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Hey, cop, come on...l got
	something for ya... come on...

EXT.  MAIN STREET

Cates comes out of the doorway from which he's fired...and
comes into the middle of the street, gun up ... he puts it
down when he sees Ganz with Hammond in jeopardy.  The hand
that's around Hammond's throat also holds the black bag.
Cates walks forward, his gun down at his side...

		GANZ
	After I get outta this, cop...I'm
	gonna live forever...

		CATES
	I don't think you're gonna make it.

		GANZ
	Whaddya mean...I got your gun ...
	I got his money... I got
	everything...

		HAMMOND
	Give up.  He's crazy.  He'll kill
	us both.

Cates still walking...

		GANZ
	He won't try it. He's a fucking
	chickenshit cop. They're all
	fucking wimps, right, Cates?

They are now closer to each other. Ganz holding Hammond and
the money...

		GANZ
		(continuing)
	Okay, cop ... give me your gun and
	I'll let him live. Come on, Cates,
	you're real good at giving up your
	gun.

Cates keeps the same methodical pace...

		CATES
	Sure...

Suddenly, he crouches and fires twice. Hammond twists as Ganz
also fires. Ganz is hit in the collarbone and driven ten feet
backward. His grip on Hammond drops, Hammond dives to the
ground, looks at Cates.

		HAMMOND
	Jesus Christ, I didn't think you'd
	really do it. You are crazy.

Ganz' gun still in his hand, but his arm useless at his side.
Cates is frozen in the crouch, ready to fire again.

Ganz is in enormous pain holding his bleeding chest... A look
of childish disbelief passes over his face.

		GANZ
	I got hit.  I can't believe it. I
	got shot.

		CATES
	You're done.  End of story.

		GANZ
	I ain't gonna beg for my life. It
	ain't cool.

He runs at Cates full-speed, screaming, roaring, then is
stopped by two more bullets that tear fist-sized holes in his
chest. Cates rises from his crouch. Takes his gun out of
Ganz' now lifeless hand. Then goes over to Hammond...

		HAMMOND
	Yours?

Cates raises the pistol.

		CATES
	Mine...

Pause.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	You okay?

		HAMMOND
	Yeah.  But I wasn't there for a
	second.

		CATES
	You did pick a real strange time
	to go and be brave all on your
	own...

Hammond smiles.

		HAMMOND
	Just tryin' to get the money,
	Jack.  Just tryin' to build up a
	few points on that merit system.

Cates smiles back, picks up the black bag as they move off.

TRANSITION.

ELAINE'S BATHROOM

Cates in the tub, steam rushing from the water.

Elaine sits on the porcelain edge as he splashes and soaps...

		ELAINE
	How'd they take it back at
	headquarters?

		CATES
	Usual bullshit.  You make one
	smart move and everybody wants to
	be your friend... You know
	somethin', shootin' guys sucks.
	Especially compared to this.

		ELAINE
	I've been waiting a long time to
	hear you say that.

		CATES
	Yeah, bein' a hard-ass all the
	time is a real drag, but it works.

He reaches out, lifts his watch from his pile of clothes on
the floor.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	Three more hours...

		ELAINE
	Where is he?

		CATES
	Promised I'd turn my back while
	he... ah, never mind...

		ELAINE
	Tell me.

		CATES
	He's takin' care of the same
	business I'll be takin' care of -
	soon as I dry off.

Elaine smiles, leans close.

		ELAINE
	You're impossible...

		CATES
	That's what I always say.

TRANSITION.

CANDY'S ROOM - NIGHT

Minimal crummy hotel room accommodations... Hammond is
kissing her at the door, finishing buttoning all his buttons.

He reaches for a wallet, gives her several bills.

		HAMMOND
	Here you go, baby.

		CANDY
	Hey, don't do that.  I said I
	wasn't a pro, remember?

		HAMMOND
	Hey, no, I'm tryin' to be nice.
	Buy yourself something pretty.
	I'd do it, but I got to go.  I got
	this cop waitin' for me...

They kiss... it's pretty romantic... She opens the door for
him.

CORRIDOR

She stands at the top of the stairs; as Hammond walks down,
he calls back to her over his shoulder ...

		HAMMOND
	I'll be back in six months...
	Maybe I'll make an honest woman of
	you.

He gives her a big sniile.

		HAMMOND
		(continuing)
	I'll buy ya the best dinner in San
	Francisco...how'd that be? Then
	we'll go dancin', okay?

		CANDY
	Now you're talkin'. See ya...

He moves off, still smiling, holding the black briefcase...

STREET - NIGHT

on a picturesque hill above the Haight. Cates standing near
the wheel of Hammond's Porsche.  Hammond comes down the porch
steps from the hotel.

		CATES
	Okay, reggie, start bustin' my
	chops... Tell me how great you
	were with that chick.

		HAMMOND
	Hey, Jack, real men don't have to
	go in for that macho bullshit ...
	but I was fantastic.

	As a riatter of fact, I was so
	good, I may have my cock done in
	bronze.

Cates holds up the black briefcase.

		CATES
	I guess this is what you want to
	talk about...All the pretty money
	that's inside here.

Cates takes the case to the trunk, opens it, deposits the
case, locks the trunk.

		HAMMOND
	Wait a minute, Cates.  I've been
	waitin' three years for that.  I
	don't think it's fair, man. What
	about the merit system.? You were
	gonnna give me a few thousand.

		CATES
	There's nothin' to talk about.

Another long exchange of looks. Then be hands Hammond the
keys to the trunk.

		CATES
		(continuing)
	It's your money.  It'll be here in
	six months when you get out.

		HAMMOND
	And you're tellin' me you don't
	want any of this cash?

		CATES
	That's right. Not my style,
	Reggie..

		HAMMOND
	You are an awesomely weird cop.
	Sure wish there were more like you
	runnin' around out here.

		CATES
	No, you don't. If I ever get word
	of you steppin' over the line
	again, I'm gonna ventilate that
	suit of yours.

		HAMMOND
	Spare met Jack. I'm into legit
	investments from here on in.

Cates gives him a very skeptical look, as they head for the
car.

Hammond gets in behind the wheel, Cates on the passenger side.

Cates takes out a cigarette, starts to light it.

Hammond takes the match does it for him.

		CATES
	Thanks.

		HAMMOND
	No trouble, Jack. But, listen,
	suppose I stay a crook?  Where'd
	you get the idea that you could
	catch me?

They both smile. Hammond socks it into gear and they drive
off into the far distance...

				END.
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