48 Hrs. Page #2

Ganz snorts derisively.

GANZ:

How ya doin'?

HENRY:

Can't complain.

GANZ:

We got a lot to talk about.

HENRY:

Yeah, old times.

GANZ:

We'll follow you. Take it

slow,okay?

HENRY:

Sure, right.

Ganz pockets the credit cards as Henry wheels away.

INT. STATION WAGON

GANZ:

I want to drive awhile.

BILLY:

I ain't tired yet.

INT. STATION WAGON

GANZ:

Maybe after we get done with him

I'm gonna buy us some girls.

BILLY:

Whaddya mean, buy?

GANZ:

Pros.

Ganz stares at Billy.

BILLY:

Pay money?

GANZ:

Yeah, dummy. Money.

BILLY:

I never paid for it in my life.

GANZ:

It's better when you pay... they

let you do anything.

BILLY:

They always let me do anything. I

don't want to pay for it. I never

paid for it in my life.

GANZ:

Just do what I say, okay? We'll

pay for the girls and have a good

time... Don't you trust me?

Billy smiles.

BILLY:

Sure, I trust ya.

They drive off.

NORTH BEACH - RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAWN

First light breaks over Telegraph Hill. A quiet row of

Victorian townhouses now converted into apartments.

APARTMENT BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

Cates is sprawled across the double bed; Elaine is on the

verge of falling off the edge. Cates' eyes snap open. A

second later, his wrist watch alarm goes off. He turns it

off, gets out of bed and begins pulling on his pants. Elaine

sits up in bed, still wearing Cates' blue shirt... Cates

picks up a robe as Elaine gets out of bed on the opposite

side, throws the robe to Elaine... She takes off the shirt,

swaps it for the robe and throws the shirt to Jack.

ELAINE:

You know, if you let me come over

to your place once in a while, you

could put on a clean shirt in the

morning.

CATES:

What makes you think I have any

clean shirts at my place?

He buttons his shirt and heads for the kitchen.

KITCHEN:

Cates brushing his teeth at the sink, Elaine making coffee.

ELAINE:

You know, that's my toothbrush,

Jack.

He keeps brushing.

CATES:

Maybe you ought to buy me one.

ELAINE:

Maybe I would if I knew when you

were coming back.

He stops brushing, turns and looks at her.

CATES:

I'm here. And I've been coming

back for quite awhile... Let's not

hassle, okay? And can I have a

cup of coffee? Please.

She pours some coffee, hands him a cup and saucer... Cates

pours some whiskey into it from a flask.

ELAINE:

That's a fairly crummy way to

start a morning.

CATES:

Maybe I got a fairly crummy day

ahead.

ELAINE:

Maybe that makes a nice excuse.

CATES:

Maybe you don't know what the hell

you're talking about.

Cates picks his holstered .44 off a chair back and begins

strapping it on.

ELAINE:

When you start with that

attitude... it's like I don't know

who you are.

CATES:

What do you want to know? What

difference does it make? I'm the

guy in your bed the last three

months. I make you feel good. You

make me feel good. What the hell

else do you want from a guy?

ELAINE:

I wish you'd stop trying to make

me mad so I won't care for you...

I wish you'd give me a little more

of a chance.

He turns away, moves into the corridor near the stairwell.

CATES:

I don't have time for this. I

gotta go to work.

She stands frozen... He turns back and looks at her; it's

hard to apologize.

CATES:

(continuing)

Look, I'm glad I'm in your life...

and hell, with an ass like yours,

I figure anything might be

possible.

She is warmed up by the first part, amused by the second; she

approaches...

ELAINE:

You know something, Jack, you

really are hopeless.

CATES:

That's the way I see it, too.

ELAINE:

Call me later.

CATES:

You sure you want me to?

ELAINE:

Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...

He moves closer, kisses her..

CATES:

Thanks for the coffee.

ELAINE:

I think you forgot this. Hands him

his wallet and badge...

CATES:

Guess people ought to know who I

am...

He turns to go down the stairwell...

ELAINE:

Jack, wait. Here...

She puts a scarf around his neck.

ELAINE:

(continuing)

It's cold as hell out these

mornings, and you know what the

man said, the coldest winter I

ever spent was the summer I spent

in San Francisco...

They don't kiss. He nods appreciately, the scarf in hand as

he turns and goes.

STREET - NORTH BEACH - MORNING

Cates comes out of Elaine's apartment building, crosses to

his whipped and battered 64 Cadillac convertible, notices a

parking ticket stuck under the windshield wiper...

CATES:

Son of a b*tch.

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, a**hole, what do

you think? The money that Reggie

hid...

LUTHER:

I don't know what you're talkin'

about.

GANZ:

You want that Indian to snap her

neck?

He mimes the gesture... snap...

GANZ:

(continuing)

Instead of worryin' about Reggie,

you better worry about me...

LUTHER:

Don't give me this, we were

partners.

GANZ:

Billy, go ahead, break it...

LUTHER:

No! Don't kill her. I can get you

the money.

GANZ:

When?

LUTHER:

I can't get it until Monday.

Honest.

GANZ:

You chickenshit punk...

LUTHER:

Honest. The place we stashed it

opens Monday morning. I can't get

it till then. Monday morning,

that's when it opens. After that,

I'll get the money to you right

away...

Ganz finally takes the gun from the neck.

GANZ:

I always liked you, Luther. You

were always a lotta fun to hang

out with...

Rosalie is rubbing her neck now that she's been released...

Ganz gestures to Billy.

GANZ:

(continuing)

We're gonna keep her.

Luther desperately doesn't like this.

LUTHER:

Come on, you can trust me. Please.

GANZ:

You try to mess with us or go to

the cops, I promise you, I'll put

holes in her you wouldn't believe.

He smiles at Luther, pinches him on the cheek, shoves him out

of the car.

LUTHER:

Stands shivering as it powers away.

WALDEN HOTEL - DAY

A small hotel on one of the quiet streets behind Union Square.

A GREEN COUGAR:

Pulls up across the street.

INT. CAR

Tha car arrives in front of the hotel.

GANZ:

Nice place, huh?

Rosalie is very nervous.

ROSALIE:

What are you gonna do to me in

there?

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