48 Hrs. Page #17

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 f***ing

chickenshit cop. They're all

f***ing wimps, right, Cates?

They are now closer to each other. Ganz holding Hammond and

the money...

GANZ:

(continuing)

Okay, cop ... give me your gun and

I'll let him live. Come on, Cates,

you're real good at giving up your

gun.

Cates keeps the same methodical pace...

CATES:

Sure...

Suddenly, he crouches and fires twice. Hammond twists as Ganz

also fires. Ganz is hit in the collarbone and driven ten feet

backward. His grip on Hammond drops, Hammond dives to the

ground, looks at Cates.

HAMMOND:

Jesus Christ, I didn't think you'd

really do it. You are crazy.

Ganz' gun still in his hand, but his arm useless at his side.

Cates is frozen in the crouch, ready to fire again.

Ganz is in enormous pain holding his bleeding chest... A look

of childish disbelief passes over his face.

GANZ:

I got hit. I can't believe it. I

got shot.

CATES:

You're done. End of story.

GANZ:

I ain't gonna beg for my life. It

ain't cool.

He runs at Cates full-speed, screaming, roaring, then is

stopped by two more bullets that tear fist-sized holes in his

chest. Cates rises from his crouch. Takes his gun out of

Ganz' now lifeless hand. Then goes over to Hammond...

HAMMOND:

Yours?

Cates raises the pistol.

CATES:

Mine...

Pause.

CATES:

(continuing)

You okay?

HAMMOND:

Yeah. But I wasn't there for a

second.

CATES:

You did pick a real strange time

to go and be brave all on your

own...

Hammond smiles.

HAMMOND:

Just tryin' to get the money,

Jack. Just tryin' to build up a

few points on that merit system.

Cates smiles back, picks up the black bag as they move off.

TRANSITION.

ELAINE'S BATHROOM

Cates in the tub, steam rushing from the water.

Elaine sits on the porcelain edge as he splashes and soaps...

ELAINE:

How'd they take it back at

headquarters?

CATES:

Usual bullshit. You make one

smart move and everybody wants to

be your friend... You know

somethin', shootin' guys sucks.

Especially compared to this.

ELAINE:

I've been waiting a long time to

hear you say that.

CATES:

Yeah, bein' a hard-ass all the

time is a real drag, but it works.

He reaches out, lifts his watch from his pile of clothes on

the floor.

CATES:

(continuing)

Three more hours...

ELAINE:

Where is he?

CATES:

Promised I'd turn my back while

he... ah, never mind...

ELAINE:

Tell me.

CATES:

He's takin' care of the same

business I'll be takin' care of -

soon as I dry off.

Elaine smiles, leans close.

ELAINE:

You're impossible...

CATES:

That's what I always say.

TRANSITION.

CANDY'S ROOM - NIGHT

Minimal crummy hotel room accommodations... Hammond is

kissing her at the door, finishing buttoning all his buttons.

He reaches for a wallet, gives her several bills.

HAMMOND:

Here you go, baby.

CANDY:

Hey, don't do that. I said I

wasn't a pro, remember?

HAMMOND:

Hey, no, I'm tryin' to be nice.

Buy yourself something pretty.

I'd do it, but I got to go. I got

this cop waitin' for me...

They kiss... it's pretty romantic... She opens the door for

him.

CORRIDOR:

She stands at the top of the stairs; as Hammond walks down,

he calls back to her over his shoulder ...

HAMMOND:

I'll be back in six months...

Maybe I'll make an honest woman of

you.

He gives her a big sniile.

HAMMOND:

(continuing)

I'll buy ya the best dinner in San

Francisco...how'd that be? Then

we'll go dancin', okay?

CANDY:

Now you're talkin'. See ya...

He moves off, still smiling, holding the black briefcase...

STREET - NIGHT

on a picturesque hill above the Haight. Cates standing near

the wheel of Hammond's Porsche. Hammond comes down the porch

steps from the hotel.

CATES:

Okay, reggie, start bustin' my

chops... Tell me how great you

were with that chick.

HAMMOND:

Hey, Jack, real men don't have to

go in for that macho bullshit ...

but I was fantastic.

As a riatter of fact, I was so

good, I may have my cock done in

bronze.

Cates holds up the black briefcase.

CATES:

I guess this is what you want to

talk about...All the pretty money

that's inside here.

Cates takes the case to the trunk, opens it, deposits the

case, locks the trunk.

HAMMOND:

Wait a minute, Cates. I've been

waitin' three years for that. I

don't think it's fair, man. What

about the merit system.? You were

gonnna give me a few thousand.

CATES:

There's nothin' to talk about.

Another long exchange of looks. Then be hands Hammond the

keys to the trunk.

CATES:

(continuing)

It's your money. It'll be here in

six months when you get out.

HAMMOND:

And you're tellin' me you don't

want any of this cash?

CATES:

That's right. Not my style,

Reggie..

HAMMOND:

You are an awesomely weird cop.

Sure wish there were more like you

runnin' around out here.

CATES:

No, you don't. If I ever get word

of you steppin' over the line

again, I'm gonna ventilate that

suit of yours.

HAMMOND:

Spare met Jack. I'm into legit

investments from here on in.

Cates gives him a very skeptical look, as they head for the

car.

Hammond gets in behind the wheel, Cates on the passenger side.

Cates takes out a cigarette, starts to light it.

Hammond takes the match does it for him.

CATES:

Thanks.

HAMMOND:

No trouble, Jack. But, listen,

suppose I stay a crook? Where'd

you get the idea that you could

catch me?

They both smile. Hammond socks it into gear and they drive

off into the far distance...

END.

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