48 Hrs. Page #4

BILLY:

(continuing)

When I say jump, girl, you better

jump.

BILLY:

(continuing)

CORRIDOR:

Vanzant reaches down, tries the knob. Locked. Algren moves

back, preparing to kick the door down.

ADJACENT ROOM:

Ganz opens the door behind the two cops. Raises his pistol

and fires. Billy's shots follow immediately. Hits Vanzant.

Algren rolls just as Ganz fires again. Wounded, he gets off

three shots, then moves inside Ganz' room. Ganz and Billy run

for the elevator... Exchange two more shots with Algren. The

Mexican Girl begins screaming in Spanish...

LOBBY:

Cates draws his .44. Races up the stairs three at a time.

Frizzy starts to frantically call the police.

CORRIDOR:

Cates stops at the landing. Vanzant's body sprawled across

the hallway. Algren back in the corridor, still losing

blood... Leans against the wall for support... Lisa staggers

out of the room, screams. Algren points the gun toward the

elevator. Indicating where Ganz and Billy have just fled.

Cates starts back down toward the lobby.

ELEVATOR:

Ganz and Billy, guns ready as the carriage jolts downward.

Rosalie is terrified, sobbing...

CATES:

Arrives at the halfway turn of the second staircase. He takes

the next flight in two jumps.

ELEVATOR:

As the doors open, Ganz gestures for Billy and Rosalie to

wait as he heads for the lobby.

LOBBY:

Cates literally flies into the lobby just as Ganz appears. He

slams Ganz against a column, belts him across the neck with

his pistol. Ganz screams with pain, drops his gun... Cates

again slams him with his pistol, felling him...

GANZ:

Slides across the floor.

CATES Senses something ... moves just as Billy appears behind

and fires at him. The bullet takes out a window. Cates dives

over the desk. Another bullet chews up the wood.

LOBBY:

Frizzy has been standing beside her desk, screaming... Cates'

move and the accompanying bulletspanic her. She dashes for

safety... Cates gets to his feet behind cover. Sees Billy

holding Rosalie by the throat. Frizzy begins to scream.

GANZ:

He'll blow her goddamn head off.

Cates doesn't miss a beat. He slowly levels his .44. Takes

careful aim and starts to fire at Billy.

ROSALIE:

No. No.

Cates' shot narrowly misses Rosalie. The bullet smashes into

a mirror above Billy's head. Cates keeps moving closer, gun

pointed straight ahead. Billy pushes the pistol against

Rosalie'temple. For the first time, Cates hesitates. They

face each other across the length of the lobby.

ALGREN:

Struggles down the remaining steps into the lobby. He still

holds his revolver. Dares not raise it towards Billy and

Rosalie.

BILLY BEAR:

Covers Algren from near the entrance. He's confused, doesn't

know what to do... He keeps hold of Rosalie.

GANZ:

His eyes catch Algren's...

GANZ:

You. Drop it and we won't kill

her.

Algren tosses his gun to the floor.

GANZ:

(continuing)

Now, tell him to drop his Goddamn

piece.

ALGREN:

Do it, Cates.

No response.

ALGREN:

(continuing)

Do it, Cates. Goddamn it, do it.

Cates lowers his gun. Finally lets it drop to the floor.

GANZ:

Kick it over here.

Cates does; Ganz picks it up, smiles, looks at Billy.

GANZ:

(continuing)

Get the car.

Then back to Cates as Billy runs out the entrance with

Rosalie.

GANZ:

(continuing)

Your gun's just like mine.

He's going to kill Cates. But first be glances at Algren.

Then, almost casually, shoots him twice with Cates' .44.

Algren staggers back. Dead before he hits the floor. Cates

twists sideways just as Ganz fires. The bullet misses. Again

Frizzy starts screaming and struggling. Ganz swipes the woman

across the head with the gun. Her body slumps to the floor.

Police sirens can be heard in the distance. Cates makes an

attempt for Algren's gun. A bullet splatters against the

floor only inches from his outstretched fingers. The gun

skitters out of reach.

CATES:

You lying son of a b*tch...

GANZ:

What are you talking about? We

didn't kill her ...

Ganz smiles.

With your own gun, cop. How does it feel? Cates leaps into a

wooden phone booth. Ganz leisurely blasts away at the booth

with both his and Cates' gun. Two bullets crash into the

booth. Ganz moves to check inside the booth but sirens are

ominously near. Ganz finally retreats out the entrance.

STREET:

Billy and Rosalie weave their way across street to the

Cougar. They make a U-turn. Ganz runs out. Car pulls out,

then the police cars and vans begin to arrive.

PHONE BOOTH:

Chunks of wood on the floor. Shafts of light through a dozen

bullet holes. Shattered receiver dangling from a cord. Cates,

wedged tight into the very top of the cubicle. He drops to

the floor.

LOBBY:

The police arrive. Swarm into the hotel. All eyes on Cates as

he rushes to Algren. Too late... Cates realizes Algren is

dead. He cradles Algren's head as he stares at the arriving

TAC Squad and Patrolmen.

TRANSITION.

SQUAD ROOM DAY:

Cates walks in. Several Detectives gather around him.

FAT COP:

What happened?

CATES:

Read the report.

OLD COP:

Two cops blown away by a credit

card booster... that don't figure.

CATES:

No sh*t.

FAT COP:

They were good cops.

CATES:

They were good cops who f***ed up

and got careless.

A snotty YOUNG COP paces.

YOUNG COP:

That's what you say, Cates...

CATES:

Yeah.

YOUNG COP:

But that's what you say about all

of us all the tine ... we're

always the ones f***ing up when

you tell it...

CATES:

The truth hurts, doesn't it, buddy?

Cates looks at the Old Cop.

OLD COP:

It don't figure.

CATES:

I need to borrow a piece.

The OLD COP shrugs... looks in his desk...

YOUNG COP:

Somebody steals your gun, you're

supposed to file a report.

CATES:

Are you gonna tell me about police

procedure? Do me a favor, don't

give me a bunch of crap.

YOUNG COP:

I guess when two cops die on

account of your f*** up you want

to keep it as quiet as possible...

Cates loses it for a second, lands on him with both hands,

pushes him against a wall... The room goes quiet. Cates cools

down.

CATES:

Just shut the f*** up.

The other cops don't intervene. They just watch. Cates cools

down, straightens up. HADEN walks by, or, rather, speeds by.

HADEN:

Cates, I'll need to see you in

five minutes, exactly five.

The Old Cop hands Cates a gun, a traditional Army .45...

OLD COP:

Best I can do.

HADEN:

D'you read me, Cates...

Haden continues moving away.

CATES:

Five minutes. I heard you, your

voice carries...

As Cates is examining the gun, RUTH, a lab technician, enters

and drops three 8 x 10's on the desk near Cates.

RUTH:

They're still wet.

Cates lifts the blow-ups, each one showing a different aspect

of a spent bullet.

RUTH:

(continuing)

Lots of people getting shot with

.44's lately ... Last year, it was

Saturday Night Specials..now it's

heavy stuff. People must be

getting madder about something.

Cates starts pinning the blow-ups onto a large bulletin board

on the wall. Nearby, at the same time (within Cates' line of

sight, within earshot), Lisa, the Hooker, is being

interrogated by a POLICE-WOMAN who pulls the statement off

the typewriter. Nearby, the Indian Hooker is being

interrogated in Spanish.

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