48 Hrs. Page #3

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:

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 motorcyle.

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 sh*t 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 hallwayStop at the far end.

Both Detectives draw their pistols and approach a door.

ROOM:

Summer dress and undergarments scatteredon 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.

R00M

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 awkwardlytied to a chair with

an electric dord. He pulls her to her feet as Ganz moves by.

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