Another 48 Hrs.

Do you want to have a beer

while you're waiting?

BARTENDER:

Can you hear me, mister?.

l'll take the bottle.

Howdy, boys. What can l do you for?.

- Brewskies.

- You got it.

There you go.

- How many?.

- Just one.

- Another cop?

- No, he's a friend of yours.

You're gonna like this job.

He was in my brother's gang.

First he dropped a dime on him...

..then he ratted him to the cop

that blew him away.

- l'll go in. You want a coke?

- Yeah, diet.

We're on Simmons Road

off Route 1 4.

l need wants and warrants

on motorcycle registrations.

First:
California. 6D84S9.

Second plate...

- Tom.

- How're you doing? Nice to see you.

Willie Hickock, right here.

Cherry Ganz, officer.

Do l know you guys?

- Who are you calling, friend?

- l wasn't calling anybody.

- Somehow l don't believe you.

- Oh, God, no!

$100,000. 50,000 now.

lceman is a generous guy.

l don't like hundreds.

What kind of sh*t is this?

This is the guy. The balance is due

when he's dusted. We want him dead.

Yeah, whatever. No problem.

Police! Freeze!

Move apart. l don't want anybody

to get hurt here, so move slow.

Sh*t!

Here come the cops,

get the hell out of here!

- You really toasted that guy.

- l just shot him. l didn't toast him!

Calm down. We'll find the gun.

We've got to do this together.

l checked the guy's locker.

He works at the track.

sunglasses and some keys.

- We still haven't found his gun.

- Sh*t!

Cates took down one of the locals.

A slug hit one of the gas pumps.

He burned the bad guy to a crisp.

Jack claims it was a righteous shoot.

Man, l hate these lAD scumbags.

Blake Wilson, lnternal Affairs.

l'm always running into you, Jack.

Give us a minute, fellas.

- What did you do now?.

- l was on a stakeout.

- l was real close to nailing...

- Close? The lceman, right?

l'm getting real close.

l'll nail these guys.

Every case you can't solve

you pin on the lceman.

The biggest dealer in the Bay Area.

No prints, no description.

You're the only cop

who believes he exists.

l'll let you in on a secret.

There is no lceman.

Let's get back to the cold facts.

What the hell happened here?

l saw an exchange. l moved in.

He had a piece. He shot. l shot back.

- You got the bad guy's gun?

- lt's got to be in the ashes.

- Cruise, what have you got?

- Some burnt metal off the pump.

- No gun?

- No, no gun.

A cop is a guy, and a guy

sometimes steps on his dick.

Do you think maybe

you were pushing too hard?

Did you step on your dick?.

He had a piece.

He shot. l shot back.

Have the lab boys go over every inch

of this place. lf there's a gun, l want it.

- See you around, Jack.

- Yeah.

Reggie Hammond.

You must be

a real dangerous convict.

- You made me miss, cop.

- You're looking good, Reggie.

l ain't seen you in years.

We were friends.

- l'm sorry. l've been busy.

- Me, too.

What are you doing here?

You even got a new haircut.

Times change.

- You lost a couple of pounds.

- l quit drinking.

Have you come to tell me

my sentence got increased?

No, you're still getting out tomorrow,

and we've got a little job to do.

When l get out of here,

give me my money and walk away.

l played that cop sh*t once,

and it don't work.

lf you don't help me, l'm not ever

gonna give you your money back.

- You're f***ing with me?

- No.

l gave you that money in good faith.

l trusted you.

- Now you're telling me l can't have it?

- Now you've got the picture, convict.

- You screwed up, Hammond.

- lt was self-defence.

l served two years for a crime l did.

l never denied that.

But l've just done five years

for a robbery l didn't do.

Murderers do less time than me.

You can spend your remaining time

in isolation. Open up.

Roxanne

You don't have to

put on the red light

Those days are over, you don't

have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne

(SLOW ROCK MUSlC)

Tequila. The bottle.

- Do you guys want anything?

- Whisky. Put it in a glass.

Mr Price, the man is distressed.

That mess in the desert makes him

wonder if your boys can finish the job.

Not to worry.

Real pros? Not from where l'm sitting.

Don't get the heat all jacked up

when you're doing a job.

lf you want to be an outlaw,

there ain't no rules.

- ls that your philosophy?.

- We're the only real Americans left.

We believe in freedom.

We live the way folks used to.

Before big cities, lawyers, computers

with your names in them. Free!

The rest of you

are just a bunch of f***ing slaves.

That's real interesting, Mr Price.

Maybe you should run for office.

l'm supposed to tell you

to take precautions.

Your backup

got barbecued at a racetrack.

- You know what to do with that?

- No problem here, friend.

- l used to be a Marine.

- l guess that figures.

lf you have any trouble, come to me.

You know the number.

Hey, come here.

You got the wrong girl.

l don't do that.

Come on.

My friend and l just came into town.

We're looking for a whore that works

here. Her name's Angel.

She's dancing up in North Beach.

- How about you?

- l'm getting tired of this. Let go!

- l'll call the cops.

- Go ahead, call them.

Let's hit the road, boys.

Come on, Cherry.

ln the matter of the shooting

at Hunter's Point Raceway

of the suspect Arthur Brock,

resident of San Francisco,

the review board has carefully

examined evidence and testimony

and determined that the officer

in question, lnspector Jack Cates,

had insufficient probable cause.

ln view of the ongoing investigation

by the lnternal Affairs Division,

this review board's ruling is that

the shooting was a wrongful action.

l never thought

they'd land on you so hard.

You'll be prosecuted for manslaughter.

l wish they'd found that gun.

- Sorry, Jack. l'm just doing my job.

- Right(!)

Your profile says: ''obsessed cop with

a record of stepping over the line.''

lt's quite likely the DA will choose

to prosecute you on third degree.

- ln other words, you're screwed.

- Unless l find the lceman.

Give it up, Jack.

That's what got you into this.

Jesus Christ, you sound like Wilson.

We're talking facts here. You've got

no leads, the department's got no leads.

This is manslaughter.

Protect yourself.

Hammond, let's go.

lt's a big day for you today.

- Just get me out of here.

- Yeah, yeah, come on.

Reggie.

- Come here.

- Excuse me.

You will keep your promise, right?

Don't worry, everything is cool.

That white cop that was here,

is he a problem?

No!

l promise you, everything is cool.

But it might take

a little longer than l said it would.

Don't bullshit me.

Get that money and keep your word.

l kept you alive in this rat hole

for five years.

l can get you out there.

l can pull your f***ing heart out.

- What was all that about?

- An old football bet.

That's a crock.

Hammond, Reggie A.

$100 cash and a free bus ride

to San Francisco.

All compliments

of the State of California.

- That's it?

- Yes.

Thank you for sparing me

the other crap.

Don't slam my sh*t down like that.

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