City Heat Page #4

I don't know.

Where?

Somewhere near his place.

All right, I'm gonna go now, kid.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

You call Speer.

MAN:
Hey, you're running the wrong way.

- WOMAN:
There you are!

- MAN:
Extra! Extra!

Extra! Star! Roosevelt, bank holiday.

There you go.

Extra! Extra!

- Evening.

- Yeah.

Boy, it's so cold tonight it makes you

want to be a boilermaker, huh?

And how the hell would you know?

Because I was pounding a beat

when you were still peeing in your pants.

'Cause I used to freeze my ass off

right on the same street.

So many times I thought about

becoming a boilermaker.

See, I was a hotshot like you.

Didn't have any respect for the badge

or the uniform.

I got my own business now.

You know what I'm doing?

I'm still freezing my ass off

and taking a lot of flack

from a snot-nosed rookie like you.

- I'm sorry.

- Ain't we all.

- You know 10th Street?

- Used to be my beat.

Are there any athletic clubs around there?

- Gymnasiums?

- Yeah, Riverside Athletic on Broad Street.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Oh, Lieutenant, I didn't see you.

Muldoon.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Excuse me.

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPS)

WOMAN:
Oh, my God!

MAN:
She came out of nowhere.

(GRUNTING)

- Where's the locker room?

- It's right over there.

Thanks.

MAN:
Get on the heavy bag.

Hey, buddy. Can I help you?

Yeah, I wanna see Dehl Swift's locker.

- Yeah, why?

- I'm here to pick up his stuff.

I can't let you in his locker

without Mr. Smith's permission.

That'll be a little tough. He's dead.

I'm the executor of his estate.

- How did he die?

- Suddenly.

Well, there's his locker right here, 628.

Thank you.

Yeah, okay.

- Lieutenant Speer?

- Yeah.

- I'm Dr. Breslin.

- Doc, how is she?

She fractured the radius and ulna

on her left forearm,

cracked the 10th, 11th and 12th ribs

on her left side

and banged her head pretty good.

Now, that could mean a concussion.

So we're gonna watch her for a few days.

- Can I talk to her?

- Maybe tomorrow.

(DOOR OPENS)

MIKE:
Addy!

I got it! I got a feeling I got it!

You know how I am when I got a feeling.

This is what got Strossell killed

and this is what got Dehl killed.

- Mike.

- Huh?

No problem. It's a dull knife anyway.

Holy mackerel!

I had no idea Dehl was in so deep.

This could put Coll away forever and

change Pitt from Mr. Two to Mr. One.

- Mike.

- Huh?

- Got some bad news.

- What?

- Caroline's been kidnapped.

- How'd you find out?

Just heard it on the radio. You know?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

- And that's not all.

- What?

- Ginny Lee's in City General.

- What?

Speer called, said she was hit by a car.

No.

- Guess I'll go home?

- No! No, no, no, stay.

Uh, furniture polish.

(EXHALES)

(GROANS)

Better call Fat Freddie,

tell him about Ginny.

I already did.

You do good work, kid.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?

- This is Pitt.

Ah, I was just on my way over

to see you, Mr. Pitt.

- I have the goods.

- You better not double-cross me.

Why would I do

a stupid-ass thing like that?

You do, and she's dead.

I told you, I'll bring you the goods.

She better be okay.

(DIAL TONE)

You don't hear from me by morning,

tell your friend, the cop,

to drag the river with a magnet.

- Mike.

- Hmm?

I know, kid.

(GUN CLICKING)

Doesn't anybody knock anymore?

(GROANING)

MIKE:
Now, Addy!

Got it.

Help.

(SCREAMS)

(SNIFFING)

No.

(GUN CLICKS)

- I'm covered in gasoline.

- What?

- I'm covered in goddamn gasoline!

- Stay the hell away from me.

Oh, I've been doing it all wrong.

I've been hiding.

You just walk down

the middle of the street, huh?

Two guys down there on the right,

and two guys down there on the left.

There's four guys down there altogether.

(GUN COCKING)

Oh, no.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

MIKE:
Hey!

We did all right, huh? What a team.

Listen. I started off a little slow, but

I had to set them up for you, you know?

Don't tell me why you hit me.

Let me guess.

They took the tire out of your cage,

and you're peeved.

You said you'd tell me

when you found Ginny Lee.

- I don't give a ticking...

- Where you going?

I got things to do and places to go, pal.

- You're under arrest.

- For what?

For obstructing justice,

assaulting a police officer,

disturbing the peace

and anything else I can think of.

They got Caroline.

- Who?

- Pitt.

Let me go, Speer.

I'll wrap it all up for you

in a neat little package

and I'll give it to you, all right?

What do you say?

- Get out of here.

- I appreciate that, Speer.

I really appreciate that.

Next time I see you,

I'm gonna hit you so hard,

I'm gonna knock you back

into the Stone Age, where you came from.

(SIRENS WAILING)

- Hello.

- You okay?

Come on, I'll give you a ride home.

- In a cop car?

- My cop car.

That would be nice, Speer. Real nice.

How come you're not married?

- SPEER:
How come you're not?

- I don't know.

Lots of reasons.

Why do you and Mike

go at each other so hard?

I don't know. Lots of reasons.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN:
Five card draw.

Keep your shirt on.

(ALL SCREAMING)

- Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

- What's going on?

- Hi.

- God! Why did you bust my door?

Nobody knocks anymore. Haven't you heard?

- You're nuts, Murphy.

- Where is she?

- Not here.

- Nah.

Not till I know she's safe.

Exterminate this pest.

Don't you want to know

what's in the case, handsome?

Hold it!

- I know what better be in there.

- Oh, that's in there.

I think you just said goodbye.

And a little surprise just for you.

What?

Dynamite.

- "Dynamite"?

- Uh-huh.

Enough to blow this garage right

over to the wealthy section of town.

You're bluffing.

I relax my grip, and we go boom!

Blast him.

We shoot him, boss, he relaxes.

Give me that.

I'm calling your bluff.

(GUN CLICKS)

I hope you like loud noises.

SPEER:
Evening, gents.

Shorty.

Hi.

Is this a private party

or can anybody attend?

I thought you were gonna sit this one out.

- I lied.

- Ah.

What are you pointing the gun

at the suitcase for? It's dead already.

What if I shoot me a live cop?

Well, that'd give the 20 officers

I have outside just cause.

Check it out.

Hey!

- I gotta go to the bathroom.

- You stay where you are.

(CHUCKLES)

"Twenty cops." You're as nuts as him.

We're nuts? He's the one

who's got the drop on the luggage.

It's all that corruption.

It corrodes their brains.

- He says it's full of dynamite.

- Is it?

Well, two sticks of dynamite

and a hand grenade.

What were you gonna do

after you dropped it?

I don't know, Ollie.

I really should go to the bathroom.

- PITT:
Pee in your pants.

- I did that.

Nobody out there

but an old man walking his dog.

Huh.

Two dead wise guys.

Well, that old man is Sergeant Lefkowitz.

Who's the guy in the dog suit?

- That's Connors. You remember him.

- Oh.

Right. Short legs,

long tongue, pants a lot.

Okay, give me the case.

- Give it to him.

- You got it.

(GUNSHOT)

(WHIMPERING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)

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