Another 48 Hrs. Page #3

Good, he hates cops.

- He does?

- Yeah. l rode here with him.

He said cops are pussies

who hide behind their badges.

He said he didn't care

if it was a no-parking zone.

He said

that any cop could kiss his ass.

Your friend's not too smart.

He's a big dumb-ass cop

named Jack Cates.

Tell Cates to stop parking here.

Hello, Jack.

The motorcycle track, then the diner,

and now a bomb at your house.

The lceman has been busy.

l'm not here to argue with you.

l'm here to support you.

However, as supervisor of

lnternal Affairs, l have to tell you

that you're on suspension

until the hearing tomorrow.

So give me that gun

and badge and police lD.

Yeah, right.

l'll bet you think l enjoy this.

Jack, do me a favour,

go home and get some sleep.

l've got to go

and make out some reports.

l don't mind people checking up

on cops. We're not above the law.

But making cops do it is bad

for morale. lt's bad for cops.

Civilians ought to do it.

You're a real chickenshit, Wilson.

Maybe it's not your fault.

Maybe it's yourjob.

All right.

Yo, Marvin, what's up?

Reggie Hammond... Hammond.

Yeah, yeah. How are you doing?

l just got out. Yeah, brother.

What? You're a born-again Christian.

Get the f*** out of here!

l can't picture you

as a born-again Christian.

l saw you beat the b*tch up.

No, everybody can find Jesus.

l love Jesus.

l love Jesus. l love Jesus.

Hello? Hello..?

Willie Biggs! Reggie Hammond.

Hello..? Black motherf***er!

in the last four days.

- 2 traffics. One D&D in North-Beach.

- Run these guys through NClC.

l'll have Cruise do it.

He don't look much like a biker to me.

Nice talking to you.

- Are you still here?

- l ain't happy about it.

l'm supposed to be free, get on with

my life, not tied to your dumb ass.

- Welcome back.

- Get off me. l ain't no convict.

l'm free. You're close to where l was

yesterday. You ain't running sh*t.

l ain't working for you,

and l don't like you.

Cut the bullshit.

Give me something l can use.

The lceman bought your house.

- Cut the bullshit!

- You still ain't put this sh*t together.

Ganz and l took half a million dollars

from the lceman. He's still pissed off.

lt's amazing how money

affects some people.

Yes, the man you've been looking for

all this time

bought your f***ed up car and put

a down payment on your house.

That makes you the dumbest

motherf***er in law enforcement.

l'm driving. Your arm's f***ed up.

l, unlike you, have a lot to live for.

l always wanted a chauffeur.

l recognised one of those bikers

who attacked the bus. Cherry Ganz.

He's Ganz' brother.

He makes Ganz look like Gandhi.

- Why would the lceman hire him?

- l helped you kill his brother.

Ganz said his brother

used to f*** this b*tch named Angel.

- She worked at Barnstormers.

- We got a complaint from there.

Are the cops actually contributing

to this investigation?

How do you remember all this

after seven years in prison?

ln prison you remember every

story about p*ssy you ever heard.

Wait, l got to get something.

Jack, this sh*t is fake.

l'll flash it fast.

lf somebody spooks that fake badge,

you'll get your ass whipped.

You just watch your own ass, Reggie.

We were true lovers

One of a kind

We shared a love

that you are lucky to find

l'll go question the barmaid

who called in the complaint.

You do your cop sh*t.

l'll check out these whores.

Hey! Are you the one who called

to complain about some bikers?

You finally responded.

lt's only been a day and a half.

- Are you gonna keep bitching?

- You're not here when we need you.

Can l have a shot of Stoli?

How are you doing?

- Hi, buy me a drink?.

- l just got out of jail. l'm broke.

- But you can buy my drink.

- F*** off.

l know you, right?

You broke my heart once.

- l won't let you get away this time.

- l'll be right back.

l just have to powder my nose.

- Hey, how are you doing?

- Pretty good. How are you?

Did you ever see those commercials

on TV with the tourists?

- Karl Malden.

- Yes, big-ass nose.

Did you see them show people getting

their pockets picked in slow-motion?

- Sh*t!

- Sh*t is a good word to say there.

- l can get your money back.

- For how much?

- l figure about half your money.

- Half? Give me a break.

l'm giving you a break.

You ain't got nothing now.

She'll use your credit cards.

Your credit will be all f***ed up.

- lf you don't want it, f*** you.

- Deal.

He starts asking me about a girl

that worked here. He gets real rough.

- Then the blonde one pulls out a gun.

- What about this girl?

Angel. She dances at

The Bird Cage up in North Beach.

- Why aren't you writing this down?

- Good memory. Know the address?

- This is the ladies' room.

- Mind your own business.

Hey...

l thought we should get to know

each other. You're very smooth.

l've seen a lot of pickpockets,

but none as smooth.

That guy is so upset. l told him

l could get him half his money back.

lf you offer me a bribe, l could

tell him you were too fast for me.

l am too fast for you.

Oh, hi. Almost finished.

- Anybody else with them?

- No, just the three of them.

There was this skinny black guy.

The oldest was talking to him.

Black guy?.

Was he something like this?

Yeah, that's him.

He was okay, he didn't bother me.

lf they come in again, call the police

and ask for lnspector Kehoe.

- Here's half your money.

- Where are my credit cards?

The deal was for the money.

Your cards are in the bathroom.

You gotta give it all you've got

- Jack Cates. Remember me?

- l don't think so.

You busted me in the back seat

of a Camaro with a girl.

- That doesn't sound like me.

- lt turns out she was under age.

- Sh*t happens.

- l didn't steal that car, my buddy did.

- You ought to pick better buddies.

- l got two years.

l don't wanna get into a bar fight.

People always get into bar fights,

it's a clich.

You see it in the motion pictures.

People get kicked in the head,

beer bottles and furniture...

l'm kicking two years out of your ass!

Have you got a gun?

ln case they stick the place up.

All right, knock this sh*t off.

l have been having a bad day.

l just got out of jail.

Already l've been shot at. l was

on a bus that flipped over 1 7 times.

A b*tch tried to stab me,

and somebody blew up my Porsche.

l usually don't jump in

when somebody's getting beat down,

but Jack Cates

is helping me straighten things out.

- Now let us go about our business.

- Because you've got a gun?

- Because l'll pop a cap in your ass.

- You don't have the guts to use it.

Anybody else want a limp?

Sorry about the kneecap.

l got a little excited.

- You blew that investigation.

- You disappeared on me.

- Didn't know l had to save your ass.

- l didn't need your help.

l should've had my spare gun.

Then l get in a bar fight.

Jesus, Jack, what are you doing?

- Hey!

- What was that for?.

That was for the basketball.

Now we're even, we can start fresh.

l got to get out of here.

The deal is off.

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