48 Hrs. Page #5

POLICEWOMAN:

You're an accessory to Murder One,

so you're going to have to do a

whole lot better than what we got

down here, honey...

LISA:

Gimme a break, huh? ... Look, I

got there. He was a trick just

like any other for all I knew.

That's all there is. He didn't

feel like sitting and talking. He

was in a big hurry to get laid.

I was with him about an hour...

Cates has gotten interested in the last part of this ...

drifts toward her... A DETECTIVE comes through, begins

distributing I.B.M. printouts to Cates, the other nearby

officers..

DETECTIVE:

We got a print from the hotel

room. Guy's real name is Ganz,

Albert Ganz. A hitter from back

East but he worked out here a few

years back. Armed robbery. Broke

out of prison two days ago and

capped two of the guards. A real

animal. Wait'll you see this...

Cates reads the printout, then smoothly,imperiously, he takes

over the questioning of Lisa.

CATES:

Did he give you a return match?

LISA:

He wasn't interested.

CATES:

Maybe he didn't like your

performance.

LISA:

F*** you.

CATES:

I'll take a raincheck...

From the side, Ruth is pointing at the photos...

RUTH:

This'll interest you, Jack...we've

got something here from your

gun... and these are from the

first weapon Ganz used...

CATES:

I don't get it.

RUTH:

Here.

CATES:

She turns, produces the third photo. Pins it beside the one

from the Walden Hotel.

RUTH:

A perfect match for the markings

from the first gun he used... but

not from the Walden Hotel... fired

at least six hours earlier...at

point blank range... right between

the eyes. Found him on a park

bench...

She shows him two more pictures. Police forensics shots of

Henry Wong ... very dead on the park bench...

RUTH:

(continuing)

Ya know, there are some very bad

people out there in the world.

CATES:

Look at it this way, Ruth. If

there weren't, what would there be

for us to do?

Lisa continues with the Policewoman.

LISA:

Anyway... so I got there and took

him down. He started watching

television and then you

sensational people started banging

on the door... that's all...

except ... he's gonna give you

guys a hard time.

CATES:

Cates looks up as he hears that remark. Notices KEHOE,

another Detective, entering with a long suitcase.

POLICEWOMAN:

What makes you think so?

LISA:

I think he liked shooting cops a

lot more than getting laid.

Cates watches Kehoe unpack the box.

CATES:

Is that what this guy Ganz had in

the hotel?

KEHOE:

Every last bit of it. The big

guy's room was empty.

CATES:

I'll help you out.

Cates and Kehoe start going through the suitcase. Kehoe

produces a speed loader for a .44...

KEHOE:

This guy must have had a .44 like

yours, Jack. Now he's got yours.

CATES:

Sh*t.

Kehoe next produces several boxes of shells.

KEHOE:

This cat was real serious about

his artillery.

An Attendant comes through, hands Kehoe a file. He opens it,

shows the file to Cates who reads the name under the mug shot.

CATES:

Billy Bear...

KEHOE:

Backup man from the East Bay.

Worked with Ganz a few years ago

and sprung him from the road gang.

Kehoe opens the second file. Four mug shots are inside.

CATES:

Who are all these?

KEHOE:

They all pulled a bunch of jobs

with Ganz about four years ago.

CATES:

Wait a minute, wait a minute...

who's this?

KEHOE:

Uhh ... Wong, Henry Wong. He was

in on the same job.

Cates spins the file around so that both Ruth an Kehoe can

see it, throws the forensic shots down beside it.

CATES:

Tell me that's not the same guy.

KEHOE:

Hey ... Dick Tracy.

RUTH:

Did Ganz have a grudge against his

old friends?

Haden comes out of his office.

HADEN:

Get in here, Cates.

Cates ignores him.

CATES:

I think I wanna have a discussion

about it with any of the ones

still walking. Can we find them?

KEHOE:

Here's the file. Cates checks the

file.

CATES:

One of em's in the slam.

HADEN:

Damn you, Cates ... Get in here.

Cates walks into Haden's cubicle.

CATES:

I want to be left alone on this

one. Algren was killed with my gun.

HADEN:

Yeah, I read the report...

Haden shuffles some papers, seems to ignore Cates.

CATES:

Hey, the bastard's got my gun. I

want it back.

HADEN:

Jack, come on, there is an

official department policy about

cop killings. Cop killers

represent a special priority

because any man crazy enough to

kill a cop is a greater threat to

an unarmed civilian... In other

words, we can't seen like we're in

the revenge business... I know, we

all know the truth's a little

different.

Cates almost smiles at Haden.

CATES:

Yeah...

HADEN:

Anthing botherin' you besides

losin' your gun?

CATES:

Yeah. It bothers me when cops get

hurt while I'm makin' a play. I

don't like it.

HADEN:

You might be more of a team player

and a little less of a hot dog on

this one, Jack.

CATES:

Being a hot dog's worked pretty

well for me so far... Besides, I

got a lead...

HADEN:

Okay. You're not a team player.

You gotta do things your own way.

Fine. Nail this guy and make us

all look good. But you better

watch your ass. If you screw up,

I can promise you, you're goin'

down.

CATES:

You really know how to send a guy

out with a great attitude. He

starts to go.

HADEN:

Jack?

CATES:

Yeah?

HADEN:

Try not to get your ass shot to

pieces. We got enough dead cops on

this one.

CATES:

I'll keep it in mind.

Leaves.

TRANSITION.

CITY STREET:

Heavy vehicle and pedestrian traffic. Cates stands near a hot

dog stand. Elaine joins him. Cates is eating a hot dog and

studying a police file.

ELAINE:

Great place for lunch.

CATES:

Yeah, one of my favorites.

ELAINE:

You made the front page.

He hands her a dog.

CATES:

Yeah, Guess it must have been a

slow news day...

ELAINE:

Jack, are you okay?

CATES:

Sure, okay, fine, no problem...

See, there's this kid in jail ...

First thing I got to do is go up

and see what he knows ...

He points to the file.

ELAINE:

I thought you might come over to

my place to recuperate. I don't

have to go to work until the day

after tomorrow.

They begin to stroll down the street.

CATES:

I got nothing to recuperate from.

There's a guy out there with my

gun, and I want it back.

She's not happy with this attitude.

ELAINE:

Look, spare me the macho bullshit

about your gun...

CATES:

Bullshit? I'll tell you about

bullshit. My gun's a real weapon

in the hands of a real maniac who

knows how to use it. It isn't my

macho bullshit that's killing

people, my gun is ...

ELAINE:

Look, Jack, if you make everything

your personal responsibility,

you'll turn into a bad cop. It's

not a practical way to function...

CATES:

I didn't get burned, two cops did.

Listen, I'll tell you about

personnel responsibility. I like

to get the job done right. And if

I don't get my job done right...

I'm for sh*t.

ELAINE:

Here it comes again ... the sacred

job...

CATES:

That's right. I'm not like you.

I'm not gonna sit on my ass

wondering what's right and what's

wrong... There's a psycho out

there killing people with my gun

and I'm gonna get him. Because

it's my job. And if you don't get

that...

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