48 Hrs. (1982)

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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.