48 Hours
   
                  Screenplay by John Fasano,
                  Jeb Stuart and Larry Gross
                                                           
                                                           
                                                           
                                               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 the 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 and 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 bundle and
   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 battered64 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
   
   The 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
   
                       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 motorcycle.
   
                       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 hallway. Stop at the
   far end. Both Detectives draw their pistols and
   approach a door.
   
   
   ROOM
   
   Summer dress and undergarments scattered on 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.
   
   
   ROOM
   
   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 awkwardly tied to a
   chair with an electric cord. He pulls her to her
   feet as Ganz moves by.
   
                       BILLY
                     (continuing)
             When I say jump, girl, you better
             jump.
   
   
   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 bullets panic 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's 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.
   
                       GANZ
             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.
   
                       POLICE WOMAN
             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. Hammond'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 gestures for Hammond 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 Hammond'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 looking real 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
             generosity of women never ceases to
             amaze me.
   
   Cates slaps a cuff on Hammond's outstretched hand, 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.
   
   
   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 corridor, checks the rooms off to one
   sides.
   
   
   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 regained his feet.
   
   
   STREET
   
   Luther rushes out the front door and heads toward the
   Cadillac.
   
   
   HAMMOND
   
   Watches as Luther heads down the sidewalk toward 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 against 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 hesitates... 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, speaking white 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
             some 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 one, 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  rained 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...
   
   Hammond'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.
   
   Hammond looks around the room.
   
   
   THE BARTENDER
   
   Places a glass in front of him, picks up the dollar as
   Hammond 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
   crowded table.
   
   
   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...
   
   Hammond 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
             weekend pass... 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 two
   quick 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.
             Maybe 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, 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."
   
   
   THE 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.
   
   
   THE 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.
   
   
   THE 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 sky
             blue 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'djust 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 ago 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.
   
   
   THE CADILLAC
   
   Suddenly swings over several lanes of traffic and parks
   in driveway of parking lot.
   
   
   LUTHER - CATES & HAMMOND'S POV
   
   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 attach‚ case. Luther
   takes it, closes the trunk. Beads down the sidewalk.
   
   
   THE 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 away, 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 again 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
   barkeeper.
   
                       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.
   
                       ELAINECATES
             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 watermelon 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.
   
   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
             irresistible.
   
                       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 Hammond 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 feet 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 smile.
   
                       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 matter 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
             gonna 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...
   
                                               FADE OUT
   
   
   
   THE END