48 Hrs. Page #7

HAMMOND:

Don't worry, I got a move for ya.

An awesome move. A guy named

Luther. Ganz'll be paying him a

visit. We go to him right away.

CATES:

Luther was part of the gang?

HAMMOND:

What gang you talkin' about, Jack?

CATES:

I can read a police file,

shithead, and quit calling me Jack.

HAMMOND:

Just an expression man, don't mean

nothin'.

Cates gets behind the wheel and kicks the engine over.

CATES:

I don't give a damn. It happens

to be my name.

HAMMOND:

Then what're you complainin'

about? At least nobody's calling

you shithead....

CATES:

I may call you worse than that.

Cates drives off.

EXT. STREET - MISSION DISTRICT - DAY

Cates' Cadillac purrs into view, entering a deserted street

within a rundown neighborhood.

INT. CADDY

Hammond seated next to Cates.

HAMMOND:

Just up the street, the other

side, over there ... Now, don't

bother knockin' on the door.

Luther ain't the kind of guy that

looks for company.

CATES:

Your pal nuts enough to take a

shot at me?

HAMMOND:

Luther ain't the reliable type. I

don't want you shot yet, Cates ...

not before you been a help to me.

CATES:

I'm helpin' you, huh?

Hammond smiles.

HAMMOND:

Yeah. Didn't you know that?

STREET:

The Caddy pulls to a stop.

HAMMOND:

Over there...232...

Cates double-checks his .38.

HAMMOND:

(continuing)

You better let me borrow one of

those.

Cates smiles.

CATES:

Sure thing, a**hole.

Handcuffs Hammond to the door handle. Grabs the car keys.

CATES:

(continuing)

You just hang on. And hope this

big move of yours turns out to be

something. Opens the car door.

CATES:

(continuing)

LUTHER'S VICTORIAN

Cates knocks at the door. Nothing. Knocks again ... no

response.. From inside, he hears a faint noise but no

response to the knock. Holding the .38 in one hand, Cates

tries the knob with the other. The door opens. Cautiously,

Cates steps inside.

INT. LUTHER'S VICTORIAN

Long corridor ahead. No sign of Luther.

CATES:

Moves down the corriaor, checks the rooms off to one sides.

LUTHER LUTHER:

slips into the hallway behind Cates... Cates turns just as he

gets to the kitchen. Luther holds a gun. Cates drops to a

crouch and aims the .38. Luther whirls and fires at Cates. As

wood and plaster fly out all round him, Cates makes a running

dive for the floor. Luther runs out before Cates has

regainehis feet.

STREET:

Luther rushes out the front door and heads toward the

Cadillac.

HAMMOND:

Watches as Luther heads down the sidewaltoward him. As he

starts to pass by... Hammond steps out suddenly... Flattens

him with the car door. Luther drops, stunned. Hammond, still

restricted by being cuffed to the door handle, reaches and

grabs his pistol.

CATES:

Hammond, Drop the Goddamn gun.

Hammond looks up. He sprints across the pavement. Aims his

gun at Hammond.

HAMMOND:

Quit playin' cop and undo this

cuff, Jack, I need to talk to this

man.

CATES:

I'm tellin' you to drop the Goddam

gun.

HAMMOND:

I got a whole thing about people

pointin' guns at me.

CATES:

Just throw me the Goddamn gun.

Long moment. Then Hammond smiles and tosses him Luther's

pistol. Luther groans. Cates puts his foot on Luther's belly

and pulls himself into a standing position, cuffs him.

HAMMOND:

Luther, I always told you the

physical side of life wasn't your

gig. Look at you, all messed

up... Course you never were much

in the snappy dresser department,

were you?

Cates now has Luther ready to be questioned.

CATES:

Come on, talk to him.

Hammond turns to smile at Luther.

HAMMOND:

What's happening, Luther?

LUTHER:

I thought you were inside...

HAMMOND:

Meet my travel Agent.

Luther leans forward, looks straight at Cates.

LUTHER:

A cop...

CATES:

I sure ain't his fairy

godmother... now I'm looking for

Ganz...where is he?

LUTHER:

Haven't seen him for years. That's

the truth.

CATES:

You just took a shot at me,

a**hole. I think you do know where

he is.

LUTHER:

Who gives a f*** what you think?

Cates grabs the still open Cadillac door, slams it into

Luther. He falls backwards. Cates looks at Hammond.

CATES:

Hey, this works pretty good.

HAMMOND:

Thank you.

CATES:

Want to try it again?

Luther sits up again, glares at Cates.

LUTHER:

Ganz and Billy got my girl,

Rosalie.

CATES:

I think I met her. Now tell us

something we don't know, like

where they stashed her.

LUTHER:

I don't know.

Cates slams the car door agains him again.

HAMMOND:

I gotta tell you he's having a

ball with this car door, Luther...

You'd better think of somethin' to

tell him.

Luther besitates...flashes a look at Hammond, who sends him

a silent fleeting reply. Maybe Cates sees this. Maybe not.

LUTHER:

He ... he wants me to help him

skip town.

CATES:

When? How?

LUTHER:

I dunno ... he's gonna call me...

Another look at Hammond.

LUTHER:

(continuing)

He's gonna call me on...Tuesday.

Something's wrong with all this. Cates isn't sure just what.

Not yet. He looks at Hammond.

CATES:

What do you think?

HAMMOND:

I think you better put him on ice,

man.

CATES:

He's gotta take that call ... if

there is one.

HAMMOND:

If you let him run around till

Tuesday, he's gonna run right to

Ganz and warn him. Ain't you,

motherf***er?

Luther makes a play toward Hammond, who laughs, doesn't even

flinch.

HAMMOND:

(continuing)

Luther, are you angry with me?

Cates wrestles Luther into the back seat, turns to Hammond.

CATES:

I don't know what the hell you're

smiling about, watermelon. Your

big move turned out to be sh*t.

HAMMOND Just stares at Cates, keeps smiling...

TRANSITION.

BOOKING - POLICE PRECINCT - NIGHT

Two Uniforms follow a sullen Luther, Cates and Hammond to the

DUTY SERGEANT... Cates speaks to him through the small

window.

CATES:

Assault on a police officer with

a deadly weapon. Carrying a

concealed weapon. Resisting

arrest, Disturbing the peace.

Public nuisance...

The Sergeant begins typing out an arrest form.

CATES:

(continuing)

I'll think up a few more and file

the report tomorrow.

Cates looks back at Hammond as Luther is hauled away.

CATES:

(continuing)

Come on, I gotta make a phone call.

As they move through the honeycomb of office partitions.

CATES:

(continuing)

You stay with me.

Cates picks up the phone on the other side of the booking

desk. Dials ... waits for a response as TWO HOOKERS are led

past by an Arresting Officer. Hammond gives them the eye.

CATES:

(continuing)

This is Jack Cates. Any messages?

ELAINE'S APARTMENT

Elaine is on the kitchen phone, speakingwhite putting her

coat on over her uniform for the evening. One look at the

way it is cut and you know why she hates her job.

ELAINE:

Just one. Some lady called. Said

she's a little hot-headed

sometimes... But she still wants

her occasional roommate. She'd

like to talk it over after she

gets off work tonight... if it's

humanly possible....

CATES:

Elaine, look, I'm in the middle of

sone stuff right now... I'm not

gonna have time to come by. I

don't know when I can get there.

Her face falls. Making the offer was hard enough.

ELAINE:

Come on, Jack ... you're making me

work too Goddamn hard at this...

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