48 Hrs. Page #8

Jack is very irritated by this turn of events.

CATES:

Listen, Goddamn it if you think

I'm happy about it, you're nuts.

I just gotta take care of a few

things, okay?

ELAINE:

This is not the way people who

care for each other are supposed

to behave.

Cates says nothing. She hangs up angrily.

BOOKING:

Hammond is working on the girls.

HAMMOND:

Excuse me, ladies, you seem to be

in need of assistance.

HOOKER TWO:

Look, we got enough problems, we

don't need no tight-ass court-

appointed lawyer trying to

bullshit us!

HAMMOND:

Sweetheart, I'm not trying to

bullshit you. I don't know whether

or not you ladies heard but the

city is coming down real hard on

people practicing unlawful carnal

knowledge.

HOOKER ONE:

So what are you trying to say,

fella?

HAMMOND:

I'm trying to say that you're not

just walk in that courtroom and

get gonna slapped with a $50 fine

and be back on the street turning

tricks tonight. You both are going

to do some time. About 30 days

each... Unless, of course,we talk

real business.

HOOKER TWO:

So where do you want to do it,

honey? You wanna hop up on the

counter?

HAMMOND:

No, we can go to the back room.

Cates walks over and pulls him by the shoulder.

CATES:

We're on the move. Let's go. As

they walk toward a corridor.

HAMMOND:

Do you know how close I was to

getting some trim. And you

f***ed' it up.

CATES:

Yeah, well, my ass bleeds for you.

And I didn't get you out so you

could go on a Goddamn "trim"

hunt... stop moaning.

HAMMOND:

Speakin' of moans my Stomach is

startin' to growl.

CATES:

We eat when I say we eat.

HAMMOND:

Bullshit ... I ain't moving till

I get something to eat. You've

been treating me like sh*t ever

since I came out here. If you

don't like it, you can take me

back to the penitentiary and kiss

my hungry black ass good-bye. And

I want some food some place nice..

Some good people, nice music...

CATES:

Yeah, I'm hungry too. I know of a

place. Let's go eat.

HAMMOND:

Yeah, I want mandolins, flowers...

They move off down the corridor.

TRANSITION.

UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT

INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Cates and Hammond at a candy machine. Cates drops in a

quarter, throws Hammond a candy bar...

CATES:

There's your God-damn dinner. Now,

let's go.

They move toward a row of parked cars.

AT THE CADDY:

HAMMOND:

Who'd you call on the phone back

at the booking station?

CATES:

Just get in the car and keep your

mouth shut.

Hammond gets in the car as Cates readjusts Elaine's scarf on

the mirror.

HAMMOND:

Must of been your lady friend...

Cates frowns at him.

HAMMOND:

(continuing)

You really do have onoe, huh,

Jack... what's her problem besides

you?

CATES:

She's got the same complaint as

half the Goddamn population. She

can't get the job she's trained

for and it pisses her off...

Anyway, what the f*** do you care?

Cates climbs in behind the wheel of the Cadillac.

HAMMOND:

No, man, tell me about her. In

jail they got me surrounded by

guys wearin' blue suits twenty-

four hours a day. And I ain't

built for that. Really? With the

clothes you got on you look like

you'd love it.

Cates takes a belt from his flask.

CATES:

Now, where we goin', convict?

HAMMOND:

Mission District. Gonna find us

an Indian.

Cates starts the motor, slams it into gear. Accelerates out

to the street.

TRANSITION.

EXT. CITY STREET NIGHT

Cates and Hammon booming along in the Caddy.

HAMMOND:

Come on, Jack. I want to hear

about your girl. When were you

with her last ... You get what I

mean?

Smiles. Cates smiles back at him, almost cruelly

CATES:

I don't give out the details.

HAMMOND:

Last night, two nights ago, three?

Cates keeps smiling.

CATES:

Last night.

HAMMOND:

You have a good time?

Pained expression on Cates' face as he comes back to reality.

CATES:

Sure. Then we had a fight this

morning.

HAMMOND:

At least you took care of business

and got the important part in

before she came down on you...Tell

me a little about her. She got

great tits?

Cates gives him a hard look.

CATES:

I get the feeling it's going to be

real long night.

They keep driving.

TRANSITION.

MISSION DISTRICT - STREET - NIGHT

The Cadillac drives slowly past a bar called Torchie's.

Stops at the end of the block.

CATES:

Well?

HAMMOND:

It's a long shot, but...Billy used

to tend bar here a few years back.

I heard him talk about it.

CATES:

This part of town, they'll make us

for heat the second we walk in.

Just back me up like you've got a

piece...

HAMMOND:

Back you up? Now why would I

wanna do that?

CATES:

If they kick my ass, they'll sure

as hell carve yours up...

HAMMOND:

But you can handle it all right,

huh? Real amazin' how far a gun

and a badge can carry some cats...

CATES:

Bullshit. Attitude and experience

get you through...

Cates and Hammond step out, glance toward the bar.

HAMMOND:

I been in a lot of bars where a

white cop rousted me and some of

the brothers. All those clowns

ever had going for 'em was a gun

and a badge...

CATES:

You need five years training to

handle a joint like...

Hamnond's had enough of this debate.

HAMMOND:

Hey, you wanna bet?

CATES:

I got two problems. Number one,

I'm not playin' games. Number

two, you got nothin' to bet with.

HAMMOND:

If we come outta this joint with

Ganz' phone number, or a dead

Indian, or anything else useful,

then you could turn the other way

for half an hour while I get

laid...

CATES:

Why? Anybody that talks about

women as much as you do probably

can't get it up anyway.

HAMMOND:

That's never been one of my

problems.

Now, stop stallin', man, or else

admit all this professional stuff

you're talkin' about is a crock of

sh*t.

CATES:

I'll tell you what happens if you

lose... you tell the truth for

once.

HAMMOND:

What are you talkin' about?

CATES:

You tell me what Ganz busted out

for, he's after a lot more than

just gettin' out of jail. And

whatever it is, you're part of it.

HAMMOND:

I don't know what you're talking

about. I just wanna see Ganz

nailed.

CATES:

The bet's off.

Hammond thinks it over..

HAMMOND:

Okay, if I lose, I'll tell you

anything you want to know...

Cates reaches into his pocket.

CATES:

I'm gonna enjoy this ... here,

I'll even loan you my badge.

HAMMOND:

I thought you said bullshit and

experience are all it takes.

He takes the badge anyway as they head for the entrance.

TORCHIE'S WESTERN BAR

They step inside. Hammond reacts to...

REDNECK CITY:

Longhorns mounted over the bar, Rebel Flags, Lone Star Beer,

armadillo posters. Even the waitresses wear Stetsons.

Rockabilly pounding from the jukebox. A Cowgirl Stripper is

doing the grind on a small podium.

HAMMOND:

This place don't seem real popular

with the brothers.

CATES:

My kind of place. I always liked

country boys.

Cates smiles, finds a table in the corner. A Cowgirl comes

over to take his order.

HAMMOND:

Takes a deep breath, moves toward the bar. Smiles at the good

ol' boys. They don't smile back. He sits down at the bar.

BARTENDER:

Yeah.

HAMMOND:

Vodka.

BARTENDER:

Maybe you better have a Black

Russian.

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