48 Hrs. Page #15

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 n*gger convict...

Cates says nothing...

HADEN:

(continuing)

That's rights I called him a

n*gger. You bet I did ... I saw

the report on that little piece of

sh*t. 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 a**hole than

any cop I've worked with.

HADEN:

Just cause you say it with

conviction don't mean sh*t 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 f*** 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

sh*t. 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 f*** 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... Sh*t...

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.

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