"48 HRS."

					   by

				   Roger Spottiswoode and
				   Walter Hill

					   &

				   Larry Gross and
				   Steven E. De Souza

FADE IN:

OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

	Endless green hills bisected by a ribbon of highway. A road
	gang clearing brush by the side of the road... Twenty-five
	men in prison fatigues sweating through their mid-afternoon
	labor.

	THREE GUARDS

	Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
	sidearms, sunglasses; they look like they mean it.

	HIGHWAY

	A battered pickup appears...approaches. Suddenly, it coughs,
	shudders, stalls. A big Blackfoot Indian named BILLY BEAR
	gets out and starts cursing and kicking the vehicle.Then he
	begins walking toward the road gang...

	ROADSIDE

	BRADY is the Guard near the center of the work gang; he
	smiles at the oncoming man, pokes a prisoner beside him.

					BRADY
			Wonder what reservation they let
			him off of...

	The prisoner is GANZ who looks up, grins at Brady...

					GANZ
			Yeah, there goes the neighborhood.

	Brady laughs as Billy Bear closes in on him.

					BILLY
			Say, buddy, my engine's
			overheating and I got 30 miles
			before the next station... Could
			I get some water out of your
			cooler?

	Ganz leans on his hoe, speaks as Billy passes...

					GANZ
			Maybe you shoulda stole a better
			truck, Tonto.

					BILLY
			You got a real big mouth, convict.

					BRADY
			It's okay, chief.  He's just
			joking...

					BILLY
			How about the water...

					GANZ
			Firewater, Tonto?  Is that what
			you...

	Billy whirls, swings at Ganz. Both men roll to the ground.

					BRADY
			Hey! Jesus Christ!

	THE OTHER GUARDS

	Seeing the commotion, they run toward it.

	GANZ AND BILLY

	As they struggle, Billy slips a pistol into Ganz' hand.

					BRADY
			That's a state prisoner,
			asshole...! Back off...

	ROADSIDE

	Brady pulls Billy away from Ganz just 'as one of the other
	officers arrives... Ganz suddenly whips out a pistol, shoots
	Brady at point-blank range. Before the other Guards can even
	react, Billy comes out with his own pistol, caps the Second
	Guard.

	THIRD GUARD

	Still forty yards away... In mid-draw, be howls as a bullet
	from Ganz breaks the nearby ground. He fires, then turns and
	runs for the prison bus.

	GANZ

	Smiling, fires twice. but the range is too great for pistol
	work...

	THE OTHER PRISONERS

	Watching....Then they all scatter in different directions...

	GANZ

	Hefts his weapon...

					GANZ
			Come on...

	He and the big Indian run to the pickup, climb in and roar
	away.

	INT. BUS

	The THIRD GUARD making a call on the police radio...

					OFFICER
			APO 657, Unit 25 to APO 478t APO
			657t Unit 25 to APO 478.

					RADIO RESPONSE
			Go ahead, Unit 25.

					OFFICER
			Escape in progress. Two officers
			shot off rail crossing 31.
			Prisoners escaping. Two men, one
			six-four, 200 pounds, dark, an
			Indian, the other, Albert Ganz,
			five-ten...

	FURTHER DOWN THE HIGHWAY

	Several miles from the escape... A big semi parked by the
	side of ttie road; back doors to the closed trailer open. A
	station wagon parked across the road. The pickup appears,
	approaches the semi, slows down and drives up the ramp into
	the van. Ganz and Billy jump out, shove the ramp up inside
	the truck and close the big doors.

	STATION WAGON

	Ganz and Billy climb inside ancl roar off, back in the
	direction of the road gang.

	BILLY BEAR

	Takes off his hat, puts on a baseball cap and sunglasses...

					BILLY
			Get ready to duck.

	Ganz dives for the floor. Three police cars go by, sirens
	blaring, lights flashing. They pass the road gang. Ganz
	reappear, smiles...

					GANZ
			You know something? I'm having a
			real good time.

	HIGHWAY

	The station wagon blasts down the pavement... Becomes a small
	dot on the landscape.

	TRANSITION.

	A DOORWAY - NIGHT

	the portal slams open revealing a man holding a huge
	pistol,jack cates, s.F.P.D., a large and powerful man... He
	stealthily moves up a stairwell.

	CORRIDOR

	He stops at the top of the stairs... Listens gun still ready.
	A continuous sound of running water... Cates moves toward the
	bathroom. Rips the door open.

	BATHROOM

	The shape behind the shower curtain freezes. Cates, gun held
	level, moves forward... Rips the shower curtain open.
	Revealing a young and very beautiful woman, ELAINE MARSHALL.

					CATES
			Inspector Jack Cates, S.F.P.D....
			And you're wanted.

	Elaine stares at him as Cates turns off the water.

					ELAINE
			What am I wanted for?

					CATES
			I don't answer questions, I ask
			'em...

	A moment as she continues to stare at his pistol.

					ELAINE
			I don't think your gun's loaded...

					CATES
			This is a .44 Magnum, the most
			powerful handgun in the world. You
			gotta ask yourself just one
			question. Are you feelin' lucky?

					ELAINE
			I still don't think it's loaded.

	Elaine shakes her head and smiles, folds her arms over her
	breasts, shivers a little... Cates looks at the cylinder,
	spins it...

					CATES
			Hey, you're right.

					ELAINE
			You're hopeless.

					CATES
			That's the way I see it, too.

	Be puts the gun down on the edge of the sink, embraces her.

					ELAINE
			I'm all wet.

					CATES
			What's wrong with that?

	They both smile.

	TRANSITION.

	BEDROOM

	Cates in bed with Elaine.  She wears his shirt.

					ELAINE
			A guy in the bar called me a dumb
			bitch today.

					CATES
			What'd you do?

					ELAINE
			Irrigated his face with the shot
			of J and B I'd just poured him.
			Then I tried to deck the sucker.

					CATES
			I guess he got the message...

					ELAINE
			Then I sit back and I think, I
			mean, who's to say I'm not a dumb
			bitch.  I work in a bar, right?
			I can't read a list of my academic
			credentials to every booze-hound
			that comes in the place... You are
			what you do...

					CATES
			Positive self-image problem all
			over again ... You are who you
			decide you are unless you're the
			type that lets assholes decide for
			you.

					ELAINE
			Aren't you the one that thinks all
			psychotherapy is bullshit?

					CATES
			I do think all psychotherapy is
			bullshit. But just because I think
			it's bullshit doesn't mean I don't
			know something about it.

					ELAINE
			If this is your idea of
			sympathetic interest in my
			problems, I'll take brutal
			indifference.

					CATES
			Hey, you know what I really think?

					ELAINE
			Tell me--I'm dyin' to hear it.

					CATES
			I think you're ashamed to tend bar
			which is sad because you look
			great in that outfit they make you
			wear... You pull down four bills
			a week which is damn good, and you
			mix the best Pina Coladas I've
			ever had... I think that if you
			need bigger and better things ...
			then go for em.

	She smiles at him after this. It looks like they'll kiss.
	Their faces are close.  Then she lightly moves back.

					ELAINE
			You oversimplify every...

	He stops her in the middle of the sentence by kissing her,
	then pulls back...

					CATES
			Some things are simple, right?

	Their faces are very close ... but they don't touch for
	another second.

					ELAINE
			Right...

	TRANSITION.

	SAN FRANCISCO - DAWN

	Titles continue.

	Tugs churning across the bay... Quiet city streets. Parked
	cars covered with early morning dew... A newspaper truck
	slowly grinds by, drops a bundleand moves on.

	EMBARCADERO - DAWN

	The station wagon pulls up to a young punk, HENRY WONG, on a
	motorcycle.

	Billy Bear smiles and leans out the driver's side window.

					BILLY
			You got somethin' for us, Henry?

	Henry produces some credit cards.  Billy passes them to Ganz
	for inspection.

					GANZ
			How hot are they?

					HENRY
			Hot?  Hey, they're not even room
			temperature.

	Ganz snorts derisively.

					GANZ
			How ya doin'?

					HENRY
			Can't complain.

					GANZ
			We got a lot to talk about.

					HENRY
			Yeah, old times.

					GANZ
			We'll follow you.  Take it
			slow,okay?

					HENRY
			Sure, right.

	Ganz pockets the credit cards as Henry wheels away.

	INT.  STATION WAGON

					GANZ
			I want to drive awhile.

					BILLY
			I ain't tired yet.

	INT.  STATION WAGON

					GANZ
			Maybe after we get done with him
			I'm gonna buy us some girls.

					BILLY
			Whaddya mean, buy?

					GANZ
			Pros.

	Ganz stares at Billy.

					BILLY
			Pay money?

					GANZ
			Yeah, dummy.  Money.

					BILLY
			I never paid for it in my life.

					GANZ
			It's better when you pay... they
			let you do anything.

					BILLY
			They always let me do anything. I
			don't want to pay for it.  I never
			paid for it in my life.

					GANZ
			Just do what I say, okay? We'll
			pay for the girls and have a good
			time... Don't you trust me?

	Billy smiles.

					BILLY
			Sure, I trust ya.

	They drive off.

	NORTH BEACH - RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAWN

	First light breaks over Telegraph Hill. A quiet row of
	Victorian townhouses now converted into apartments.

	APARTMENT BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

	Cates is sprawled across the double bed; Elaine is on the
	verge of falling off the edge. Cates' eyes snap open.  A
	second later, his wrist watch alarm goes off.  He turns it
	off, gets out of bed and begins pulling on his pants. Elaine
	sits up in bed, still wearing Cates' blue shirt... Cates
	picks up a robe as Elaine gets out of bed on the opposite
	side, throws the robe to Elaine... She takes off the shirt,
	swaps it for the robe and throws the shirt to Jack.

					ELAINE
			You know, if you let me come over
			to your place once in a while, you
			could put on a clean shirt in the
			morning.

					CATES
			What makes you think I have any
			clean shirts at my place?

	He buttons his shirt and heads for the kitchen.

	KITCHEN

	Cates brushing his teeth at the sink, Elaine making coffee.

					ELAINE
			You know, that's my toothbrush,
			Jack.

	He keeps brushing.

					CATES
			Maybe you ought to buy me one.

					ELAINE
			Maybe I would if I knew when you
			were coming back.

	He stops brushing, turns and looks at her.

					CATES
			I'm here.  And I've been coming
			back for quite awhile... Let's not
			hassle, okay?  And can I have a
			cup of coffee?  Please.

	She pours some coffee, hands him a cup and saucer... Cates
	pours some whiskey into it from a flask.

					ELAINE
			That's a fairly crummy way to
			start a morning.

					CATES
			Maybe I got a fairly crummy day
			ahead.

					ELAINE
			Maybe that makes a nice excuse.

					CATES
			Maybe you don't know what the hell
			you're talking about.

	Cates picks his holstered .44 off a chair back and begins
	strapping it on.

					ELAINE
			When you start with that
			attitude... it's like I don't know
			who you are.

					CATES
			What do you want to know?  What
			difference does it make?  I'm the
			guy in your bed the last three
			months.  I make you feel good. You
			make me feel good.  What the hell
			else do you want from a guy?

					ELAINE
			I wish you'd stop trying to make
			me mad so I won't care for you...
			I wish you'd give me a little more
			of a chance.

	He turns away, moves into the corridor near the stairwell.

					CATES
			I don't have time for this. I
			gotta go to work.

	She stands frozen... He turns back and looks at her; it's
	hard to apologize.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Look, I'm glad I'm in your life...
			and hell, with an ass like yours,
			I figure anything might be
			possible.

	She is warmed up by the first part, amused by the second; she
	approaches...

					ELAINE
			You know something, Jack, you
			really are hopeless.

					CATES
			That's the way I see it, too.

					ELAINE
			Call me later.

					CATES
			You sure you want me to?

					ELAINE
			Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...

	He moves closer, kisses her..

					CATES
			Thanks for the coffee.

					ELAINE
			I think you forgot this. Hands him
			his wallet and badge...

					CATES
			Guess people ought to know who I
			am...

	He turns to go down the stairwell...

					ELAINE
			Jack, wait.  Here...

	She puts a scarf around his neck.

					ELAINE
					 (continuing)
			It's cold as hell out these
			mornings, and you know what the
			man said, the coldest winter I
			ever spent was the summer I spent
			in San Francisco...

	They don't kiss.  He nods appreciately, the scarf in hand as
	he turns and goes.

	STREET - NORTH BEACH - MORNING

	Cates comes out of Elaine's apartment building, crosses to
	his whipped and battered  64 Cadillac convertible, notices a
	parking ticket stuck under the windshield wiper...

					CATES
			Son of a bitch.

	Shoves the ticket in his coat pocket, gets into the Caddie
	puts the scarf around the rear view mirror, starts the engine
	and guns away...

	CITY STREET

	Cates driving the convertible; he comes down a hill and turns
	toward the East Bay...

	TRANSITION.

	GOLDEN GATE PARK - MORNING

	Henry Wong, seated on a park bench. Now very dead, a bullet
	hole in the middle of his forehead. Billy Bear is seated next
	to him on the bench reading the race form.

	GANZ

	Using the telephone at an outdoor booth a few feet beyond the
	bench.

	STREET - BROADWAY DISTRICT - DAY

	LUTHER and ROSALIE, a young couple, turn a corner.  A dark
	parody of all-American young marrieds.  They are bickering as
	usual.

					ROSALIE
			I liked that carpet we saw.

					LUTHER
			We can't afford it.

					ROSALIE
			Don't remind me.

					LUTHER
			Whaddya want me to do, go out and
			steal for the money?  I hated the
			color anyway; the color sucked...

	Suddenly, Billy and Ganz descend on Luther and Rosalie and
	pull them into their station wagon..

	INT.  STATION WAGON

	Billy has Rosalie by the mouth, gagging her with his big
	paw... Ganz has his gun at Luther's neck.

					GANZ
			Surprise, Luther.

					LUTHER
			Whaddya want?  I thought you were
			locked up-

					GANZ
			I want the money, asshole, what do
			you think?  The money that Reggie
			hid...

					LUTHER
			I don't know what you're talkin'
			about.

					GANZ
			You want that Indian to snap her
			neck?

	He mimes the gesture... snap...

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Instead of worryin' about Reggie,
			you better worry about me...

					LUTHER
			Don't give me this, we were
			partners.

					GANZ
			Billy, go ahead, break it...

					LUTHER
			No! Don't kill her.  I can get you
			the money.

					GANZ
			When?

					LUTHER
			I can't get it until Monday.
			Honest.

					GANZ
			You chickenshit punk...

					LUTHER
			Honest. The place we stashed it
			opens Monday morning. I can't get
			it till then. Monday morning,
			that's when it opens. After that,
			I'll get the money to you right
			away...

	Ganz finally takes the gun from the neck.

					GANZ
			I always liked you, Luther. You
			were always a lotta fun to hang
			out with...

	Rosalie is rubbing her neck now that she's been released...
	Ganz gestures to Billy.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			We're gonna keep her.

	Luther desperately doesn't like this.

					LUTHER
			Come on, you can trust me. Please.

					GANZ
			You try to mess with us or go to
			the cops, I promise you, I'll put
			holes in her you wouldn't believe.

	He smiles at Luther, pinches him on the cheek, shoves him out
	of the car.

	LUTHER

	Stands shivering as it powers away.

	WALDEN HOTEL - DAY

	A small hotel on one of the quiet streets behind Union Square.

	A GREEN COUGAR

	Pulls up across the street.

	INT. CAR

	Tha car arrives in front of the hotel.

					GANZ
			Nice place, huh?

	Rosalie is very nervous.

					ROSALIE
			What are you gonna do to me in
			there?

	Ganz gives her a casual smile.

					GANZ
			Maybe that's where I'm gonna cut
			your throat.

					BILLY
			He's just kiddin', you just keep
			doin' what I tell ya, you'll be
			okay.

	They move out of the car, head for the hotel.

	LOBBY

	A FRIZZY YOUNG BLONDE sits behind the desk in a mirrored
	entrance hall.  She reads a lurid paperback. Morning traffic
	streams by outside as Ganz, Billy and Rosalie enter and
	approach the desk.

					GANZ
			We need some rooms for a couple of
			nights...Okay?

	She smiles at Ganz.

					FRIZZY
			Sure.  We don't get many real
			customers, ya know?  Most people
			only stay an hour or two...

	Passes a form across. Ganz signs it, Frizzy glances at his
	signature then takes a key from the rack behind.

					GANZ
			I want her young.  And tall. Nice
			legs. Legs are important. Then,
			real thin.  Yeah.  NO jeans-A
			dress? a nice summer dress.  You
			know I want her fresh... I'll tell
			you why, because I been hoein'
			weeds and makin' license plates
			for a couple of years... Yeah, I
			know you don't get it...

	BILLY BEAR

	Sees a couple approaching, he shoves the dead man down on the
	bench and spreads the newspaper over his head.  The body now
	looking like a typical park bum who has spent the night.
	Billy walks over to Ganz.

					BILLY
			Hey, what about me?

					GANZ
			And I need one more for my pal.
			Yeah. Make her an Indian. No, not
			a turban, you know, a squaw.

	Billy smiles, takes the Polaroid...

	POLAROID

	A close shot of the dead man with the bullet hole in his
	forehead.

	GANZ

	Takes the photograph back from Billy and slips it into his
	jacket pocket...

					GANZ
			Walden Hotel. Third near Broadway.
			Tell them to ask for ... uh...

	He takes the hot credit cards out of his pocket, the name
	embossed on the plastic..

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			G.P. Polson...P.O.L.S.O.N....Just
			be a couple of hours.

	Hangs up. The two men head for a green Plymouth...

	TRANSITION.

					FRIZZY
			Number twenty-seven, Mr. Polson.

					GANZ
			Put them next door, okay.

	She gives him a slightly knowing look.

					FRIZZY
			Sure, hey, you got the whole floor
			to yourself...

	Ganz sends her back a sharp look.

					GANZ
			Keep your filthy ideas to
			yourself, lady.

	Ganz picks up his suitcase, walks over to the nearest
	stairwell.  Billy and Rosalie follow...

	TRANSITION.

	STREET

	Bars starting to fill up with mid-day customers... A black
	Chevy cruises past and stops further up the block. Two
	Plainclothesmen, VANZANT and ALGREN, get out of the car. As
	they start toward the Walden...

	THE CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE

	Pulls up near the two men. Cates climbs out of his car and
	walks over to them.

					CATES
			Hey, fellas, what's happening?
			Radio said you guys had something
			on...

					ALGREN
			Not much, Jack ... Salesman named
			Polson had his credit cards
			lifted...

	Algren nods over to the parking lot opposite.

					ALGREN
					 (continuing)
			One of Polson's cards rented that
			green coupe.

					VANZANT
			Not too much for a big rough tough
			gunfighter like you to do on this
			one...

	Cates smiles at the verbal positioning he's used to with his
	colleagues.

					CATES
			Suspect packed or is this a
			laugher?

					ALGREN
			Five and dime stuff. Polson said
			a kid with a switchblade mugged
			him and drove off on a motorcyle.

					CATES
			Yeah, well, I guess you two are
			experts at taking boy scout knives
			away from teenagers...

					VANZANT
			Yeah, we are, that means you can
			stay outta this one. We don't have
			any big need for the artillery

	Vanzant's turn to smile.

					CATES
			Hey, I'm just offering to help
			out... I like to watch real pros
			work.

					VANZANT
			Help, huh?  Sometimes your kind of
			help tends to leave the suspect in
			bad shape.

	Algren...mediator... soothes the competitive situation.

					ALGREN
			Hey, relax ... Jack, you wanna
			come inside, fine... You can stake
			out the lobby...

	Cates, a bit disgusted at the politics of this moment, nods...

					CATES
			Fine, it's your show...

	The three men move toward the Walden.

	WALDEN HOTEL LOBBY

	Frizzy Blonde still behind the desk. Still reading the lurid
	paperback. Unaware as Vanzant and Algren approach... She
	looks up as they flash their badges.

					FRIZZY
			Aw, you guys were in last week.
			You better ask around.  I'm not
			supposed to be hassled... I got
			friends.

					VANZANT
			Hey, park the tongue for a second,
			sweetpants, we just want to search
			a room.

					FRIZZY
			Not unless you got a warrant.

					CATES
			Maybe you should of been a lawyer
			instead of a dumb skirt workin'
			behind a register.

	Frizzy turns to find Cates standing beside her. He nudges her
	aside. Starts going throught the register book.

					FRIZZY
			Aw, come on, what the shit is this?

					ALGREN
			We're looking for a guy going
			under the name Polson...

	Frizzy sits back down in defeat.

					FRIZZY
			Okay, big deal.  Get it over with.

	Cates finds the name.

					CATES
			Mr. Polson, room 27...

					ALGREN
			Is he alone?

					FRIZZY
			Naw, his sister went up an hour
			ago.

	Vanzant turns to Cates.

					VANZANT
			Okay, like we said, you stake out
			the lobby.

					CATES
			Sure. Great. Whatever.

					VANZANT
			You're not missing out on
			Dillinger. This punk just stole
			some credit cards.

	Cates watches the two Detectives head for the elevator.

	SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR

	Vanzant and Algren move down the hallwayStop at the far end.
	Both Detectives draw their pistols and approach a door.

	ROOM

	Summer dress and undergarments scatteredon the floor. LISA,
	lies naked under the covers.

	She matches Ganz's earlier requirements.Smoking a cigarette,
	staring at the ceiling. Ganz remains on top of the blanket.
	Still in his shirt and pants watching TV. Three sharp knocks
	at the door. Ganz reacts as if he's received an electric
	shock. His hand goes under the pillow... Comes up with an
	automatic. Shoves it hard into Lisa's stomach.

					LISA
			Hey...

					GANZ
			Shut up.

					LISA
			What the hell's wrong?  I didn't
			do anything.

	Another knock. Ganz makes her move to the door.

					LISA
					 (continuing)
			What do you want?  What's goin' on?

					GANZ
			Shut up.

	She grabs her dress and tries to pull it on.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Now ask who it is.

	Shoves harder with the pistol.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Come on, ask.

	She calls out.

					LISA
			Who is it?

	CORRIDOR

	Vanzant and Algren stand back from the door. Guns held ready.

					ALGREN
			Police... open up.

	R00M

	Lisa looks from the door back to Ganz. Then at the gun held
	against her. She's petrified.

					GANZ
			Stall.

					LISA
			What do you want?

					VANZANT
			Police business. Come on, open up.

	A smile on Ganz' face. Almost as if he's enjoying the moment.

					GANZ
			Keep stallin'.

					LISA
			Alright, I'm coming...hold on.

	I'll just be a minute.

	CORRIDOR

	Vanzant and Algren waiting. Sounds of movement from within
	the room.

	LOBBY

	Cates moves toward the foot of the stairwell. Looks across at
	mirror on the wall opposite. The entire lobby covered from
	this spot. Every angle, including Frizzy.

	ROOM

	Ganz gestures to Lisa.

					LISA
			Just a second.

	Ganz belts her with his gun; she falls..Ganz goes through the
	connecting door. Slips into the adjacent room.

	BILLY'S ROOM

	Another Hooker cowers in the corner, pulling on her clothes.
	She's a Mexican girl in a ridiculous 'Indian' outfit.

					MEXICAN GIRL
			Que paso? Que esta pasando? No
			entiendo...

					BILLY
			Shut up.

	Billy goes to where Rosalie is awkwardlytied to a chair with
	an electric dord.  He pulls her to her feet as Ganz moves by.

					BILLY
					 (continuing)
			When I say jump, girl, you better
			jump.

					BILLY
					 (continuing)

	CORRIDOR

	Vanzant reaches down, tries the knob.  Locked. Algren moves
	back, preparing to kick the door down.

	ADJACENT ROOM

	Ganz opens the door behind the two cops. Raises his pistol
	and fires. Billy's shots follow immediately. Hits Vanzant.
	Algren rolls just as Ganz fires again. Wounded, he gets off
	three shots, then moves inside Ganz' room. Ganz and Billy run
	for the elevator... Exchange two more shots with Algren. The
	Mexican Girl begins screaming in Spanish...

	LOBBY

	Cates draws his .44. Races up the stairs three at a time.
	Frizzy starts to frantically call the police.

	CORRIDOR

	Cates stops at the landing. Vanzant's body sprawled across
	the hallway. Algren back in the corridor, still losing
	blood... Leans against the wall for support... Lisa staggers
	out of the room, screams. Algren points the gun toward the
	elevator. Indicating where Ganz and Billy have just fled.
	Cates starts back down toward the lobby.

	ELEVATOR

	Ganz and Billy, guns ready as the carriage jolts downward.
	Rosalie is terrified, sobbing...

	CATES

	Arrives at the halfway turn of the second staircase. He takes
	the next flight in two jumps.

	ELEVATOR

	As the doors open, Ganz gestures for Billy and Rosalie to
	wait as he heads for the lobby.

	LOBBY

	Cates literally flies into the lobby just as Ganz appears. He
	slams Ganz against a column, belts him across the neck with
	his pistol. Ganz screams with pain, drops his gun... Cates
	again slams him with his pistol, felling him...

	GANZ

	Slides across the floor.

	CATES Senses something ... moves just as Billy appears behind
	and fires at him. The bullet takes out a window. Cates dives
	over the desk. Another bullet chews up the wood.

	LOBBY

	Frizzy has been standing beside her desk, screaming... Cates'
	move and the accompanying bulletspanic her. She dashes for
	safety... Cates gets to his feet behind cover. Sees Billy
	holding Rosalie by the throat. Frizzy begins to scream.

					GANZ
			He'll blow her goddamn head off.

	Cates doesn't miss a beat. He slowly levels his .44. Takes
	careful aim and starts to fire at Billy.

					ROSALIE
			No. No.

	Cates' shot narrowly misses Rosalie. The bullet smashes into
	a mirror above Billy's head. Cates keeps moving closer, gun
	pointed straight ahead. Billy pushes the pistol against
	Rosalie'temple. For the first time, Cates hesitates. They
	face each other across the length of the lobby.

	ALGREN

	Struggles down the remaining steps into the lobby. He still
	holds his revolver. Dares not raise it towards Billy and
	Rosalie.

	BILLY BEAR

	Covers Algren from near the entrance.  He's confused, doesn't
	know what to do... He keeps hold of Rosalie.

	GANZ

	His eyes catch Algren's...

					GANZ
			You.  Drop it and we won't kill
			her.

	Algren tosses his gun to the floor.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Now, tell him to drop his Goddamn
			piece.

					ALGREN
			Do it, Cates.

	No response.

					ALGREN
					 (continuing)
			Do it, Cates.  Goddamn it, do it.

	Cates lowers his gun. Finally lets it drop to the floor.

					GANZ
			Kick it over here.

	Cates does; Ganz picks it up, smiles, looks at Billy.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Get the car.

	Then back to Cates as Billy runs out the entrance with
	Rosalie.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Your gun's just like mine.

	He's going to kill Cates. But first be glances at Algren.
	Then, almost casually, shoots him twice with Cates' .44.
	Algren staggers back. Dead before he hits the floor. Cates
	twists sideways just as Ganz fires. The bullet misses. Again
	Frizzy starts screaming and struggling. Ganz swipes the woman
	across the head with the gun. Her body slumps to the floor.
	Police sirens can be heard in the distance. Cates makes an
	attempt for Algren's gun. A bullet splatters against the
	floor only inches from his outstretched fingers. The gun
	skitters out of reach.

					CATES
			You lying son of a bitch...

					GANZ
			What are you talking about? We
			didn't kill her ...

	Ganz smiles.

	With your own gun, cop. How does it feel? Cates leaps into a
	wooden phone booth. Ganz leisurely blasts away at the booth
	with both his and Cates' gun. Two bullets crash into the
	booth. Ganz moves to check inside the booth but sirens are
	ominously near. Ganz finally retreats out the entrance.

	STREET

	Billy and Rosalie weave their way across street to the
	Cougar. They make a U-turn. Ganz runs out. Car pulls out,
	then the police cars and vans begin to arrive.

	PHONE BOOTH

	Chunks of wood on the floor. Shafts of light through a dozen
	bullet holes. Shattered receiver dangling from a cord. Cates,
	wedged tight into the very top of the cubicle. He drops to
	the floor.

	LOBBY

	The police arrive. Swarm into the hotel. All eyes on Cates as
	he rushes to Algren. Too late... Cates realizes Algren is
	dead. He cradles Algren's head as he stares at the arriving
	TAC Squad and Patrolmen.

	TRANSITION.

	SQUAD ROOM DAY

	Cates walks in. Several Detectives gather around him.

					FAT COP
			What happened?

					CATES
			Read the report.

					OLD COP
			Two cops blown away by a credit
			card booster... that don't figure.

					CATES
			No shit.

					FAT COP
			They were good cops.

					CATES
			They were good cops who fucked up
			and got careless.

	A snotty YOUNG COP paces.

					YOUNG COP
			That's what you say, Cates...

					CATES
			Yeah.

					YOUNG COP
			But that's what you say about all
			of us all the tine ... we're
			always the ones fucking up when
			you tell it...

					CATES
			The truth hurts, doesn't it, buddy?

	Cates looks at the Old Cop.

					OLD COP
			It don't figure.

					CATES
			I need to borrow a piece.

	The OLD COP shrugs... looks in his desk...

					YOUNG COP
			Somebody steals your gun, you're
			supposed to file a report.

					CATES
			Are you gonna tell me about police
			procedure?  Do me a favor, don't
			give me a bunch of crap.

					YOUNG COP
			I guess when two cops die on
			account of your fuck up you want
			to keep it as quiet as possible...

	Cates loses it for a second, lands on him with both hands,
	pushes him against a wall... The room goes quiet. Cates cools
	down.

					CATES
			Just shut the fuck up.

	The other cops don't intervene. They just watch.  Cates cools
	down, straightens up. HADEN walks by, or, rather, speeds by.

					HADEN
			Cates, I'll need to see you in
			five minutes, exactly five.

	The Old Cop hands Cates a gun, a traditional Army .45...

					OLD COP
			Best I can do.

					HADEN
			D'you read me, Cates...

	Haden continues moving away.

					CATES
			Five minutes.  I heard you, your
			voice carries...

	As Cates is examining the gun, RUTH, a lab technician, enters
	and drops three 8 x 10's on the desk near Cates.

					RUTH
			They're still wet.

	Cates lifts the blow-ups, each one showing a different aspect
	of a spent bullet.

					RUTH
					 (continuing)
			Lots of people getting shot with
			.44's lately ... Last year, it was
			Saturday Night Specials..now it's
			heavy stuff. People must be
			getting madder about something.

	Cates starts pinning the blow-ups onto a large bulletin board
	on the wall. Nearby, at the same time (within Cates' line of
	sight, within earshot), Lisa, the Hooker, is being
	interrogated by a POLICE-WOMAN who pulls the statement off
	the typewriter. Nearby, the Indian Hooker is being
	interrogated in Spanish.

					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
			Fuck 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
			Shit.

	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 shit.

					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...

					ELAINE
			I get that. The job first.
			Everything else, especially me,
			second. I get it. I don't like it.

	Pause.

					CATES
			No one asked you to like it... But
			that's the way it is.

	TRANSITION.

	PRISON CELL BLOCK - DAY

	Cates and a GUARD on the upper deck approaching the door to
	the cell block... The Guard shouts upward.

					GUARD
			Open Nine.

	With a huge metal clatters the door to the cell block opens.

	CELL BLOCK - NEAR ENTRANCE

	Cates and the Guard go through the door.

					GUARD
			Close Nine.

	They move forward together.

					GUARD
					 (continuing)
			It's Number Twenty-two... You want
			company?

					CATES
			No, no thanks.

	The Guard shrugs, stays by the door.

	CATES

	He walks down the cell block. Inmates stare at him from
	inside the stark cells. They don't know who he is, but they
	can smell a cop. Cates stops at Twenty-two, looks inside...
	a bit startled. Obviously, Reggie Hammond has connections and
	taste. The paint is fresh; there's framed prints on the wall
	instead of pin-ups, and the overall feeling is that of a
	graduate school dorm rather than a prison. Cates turns, nods
	to the Guard at the end of the cell block. He throws a switch
	and the door opens.

	HAMMOND'S CELL

	Cates steps inside. Hammond is at a table wearing a Sony
	Walkman and writing in some detailed ledgers with a fountain
	pen. He's boogeying in his seat to the music. Sprawled on a
	bunk nearby is LEROY, another black inmate close to Hammond's
	age. Leroy is leafing through a copy of a skin magazine. He
	doesn't even look at Cates.

					CATES
			Hammond.

	Cates steps inside the cell.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Hammond!

	No answer. Cates leans over, hits the override button on the
	Sony.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Hammond!

	Hammond jumps, grabs his ears in pain ... He pulls the
	headset off and glares at Cates.

					HAMMOND
			You got a name, cop?

					CATES
			Try Cates.  And let's talk in
			private, okay?

					HAMMOND
			Sure, anything you want.

	He tosses the Walkman to Leroy who dutifully puts it on.

					CATES
			Look, convict, I know all about
			you. Single.  No fixed address. No
			known relatives.

			One previous conviction. Armed
			robbery... six months to go on a
			three-year sentence.

					HAMMOND
			You here to write my life story?

					CATES
			Not likely, Reggie.  Maybe I just
			need some help.

	Cates takes the forensic photo out of his pocket, passes it
	across the table to Hammond.  He looks at it, hardly reacts.

					HAMMOND
			Henry Wong... My old pal.  He's
			looked better...

	He passes the photo back.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Look, I got just six months before
			gettin' out of here.  Six months
			between me and freedom after bein'
			here three years... And I'm not
			gonna do anything to screw it up,
			includin' pee in the prison yard,
			knock up the Warden's daughter or
			rat on my old partners...

	Cates swings the cell door back open.

					CATES
			Too bad, Reggie.  I thought maybe
			you were a smart boy.  But I guess
			if you were real smart you
			wouldn't be a convict.

	He smiles, decides to play his card.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			I can see a second-rater like you
			wouldn't be any help at all goin'
			up against a real hard case like
			Ganz.

	Hammond jerks his head around.

					HAMMOND
			Ganz?

	Pause.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Ganz the one who shot Henry?
			Cates, I asked you a question...

	Cates smiles.

					CATES
			Yeah, I noticed...

					HAMMOND
			Ganz is in jail.  He's gonna be
			there two years after I'm on the
			street.

					CATES
			Didn't work out that way.  He
			busted out with a big Indian.
			They capped two guards on a road
			gang. Nice meeting you Reggie.

	He turns, goes out. The door clangs behind him. Hammond jumps
	up and bangs on the bars, shouts at Cates' back...

					HAMMOND
			Cates, Come back here.

	Cates turns, saunters back, leans against the door.

					CATES
			Yeah?

					HAMMOND
			I can deliver Ganz.  But you gotta
			get me outta here first.

					CATES
			You're crazy.

					HAMMOND
			I can help you, man, but you gotta
			get me out.  I got to be on the
			street.  Get me outta here.

					CATES
			What's the big deal about you
			bein' on the street?

					HAMMOND
			I got a lot to protect.

					CATES
			Bullshit.

					HAMMOND
			It's the only way you're gonna get
			Ganz.

					CATES
			I'll think about it.

	TRANSITION.

	Cates typing several of official looking documents while
	seated across from a rather dour-looking bureaucrat named BOB.

					CATES
			Let me borrow your pen, Bob.

	Handed over by Bob.

					BOB
			You going to use your own name?

					CATES
			Shit, no.

					CANDY

	He begins signing the documents.

					BOB
			Jack, just remember one thing. If
			all this comes down, you don't
			know me.  I'm not gonna burn for
			you.  And I'll tell you something
			else.  If it all comes down, your
			ass is new-mown grass.

					CATES
			Right.  Hey, no sweat.

	He hands over the papers. Smiles.

					BOB
			BOB You got him for 48 hours.

	Bob studies the sheet.

					BOB
					 (continuing)
			You got a big career as a forger
			if you decide to go that way,
			Jack...   I'll ring security.

	TRANSITION.

	PROCESS ROOM - PRISON - DAY

	The GUARD leads Hammond to a steel cage. Harmnond's now
	wearing a beautifully tailored plaid suit.

	The Guard shouts to ANOTHER GUARD on the far side.

					GUARD
			Prisoner G21355 ... Hammond.

					SECOND GUARD
			Okay.  Send him through.

	The gate slides open. The Guard geztures for Hairmond to
	enter. Hammond walks to the far side of the pen.  The first
	gate closes, the second one opens.

	Hammond turns and walks over to Cates. The Guard comes up to
	Cates, double checks his orders then unlocks Hammond's cuffs.

					GUARD
			Gotta sign for him.

					CATES
			Sure thing...

	He looks over at Hammond who smiles at him.  Then looks at
	Harmond's clothes...

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			This prison gives out $400 suits?

					HAMMOND
			What are you talkin' about?  This
			suit's mine.  It cost $900.

	Hammond dusts off a sleeve.

					CATES
			We're supposed to be after a
			killer, not a string of hookers...

					HAMMOND
			Listen, it may be a little out of
			date. You know, I got a reputation
			for lookingreal sharp with the
			ladies...

	Cates hands some papers to the Guard.

					GUARD
			He's all yours.

	The Guard walks away as Hammond feels Cates' lapel.

					HAMMOND
			We could change this for something
			good...Get you lookin' sharp for
			pussy.

	Cates gives him a look.

					CATES
			I don't need to hear your jive. I
			already got that department taken
			care of...

					HAMMOND
			You got a girl... shit... the
			generosityof women never ceases to
			amaze me.

	Cates slaps a cuff on Hammond's outstrethand, then puts the
	other on his own wrist.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Hey, no way.  Take off the
			bracelets or no deal.

					CATES
			You just don't get it, do your
			Reggie?  There isn't any deal. I
			own your ass.

					HAMMOND
			No way to start a partnership.

					CATES
			Get this.  We ain't partners. We
			ain't brothers.  We ain't friends.
			I'm puttin' you down and keepin'
			you down until Ganz is locked up
			or dead.  And if Ganz gets away,
			you're gonna be sorry we ever met.

					HAMMOND
			Shit.  I'm already sorry.

	Cates yanks on the cuffs.  They move away.

					?
			TRANSITION.

	OUTSIDE THE JAIL - DAY

	CATES LEADS HAMMOND OUT.  THEY HEAD FOR CATES' BATTERED
	CADILLAC.

					HAMMOND
			This your car, man?

					CATES
			Yeah.

					HAMMOND
			It looks like you bought it off
			one of the brothers.

	As they approach the car...

					CATES
			Okay, let's get down to it.  I did
			my part and got you out.  So now
			you tell me where we're goin'?

					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, asshole.

	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,
			asshole. I think you do know where
			he is.

					LUTHER
			Who gives a fuck 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,
			motherfucker?

	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 shit.

	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...

	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
			fucked' 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 shit 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 fuck 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
			shit.

					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.

					HAMMOND
			No, man, I think I'll have a vodka.

	Hamnond looks around the room.

	THE BARTENDER

	places a glass in front of him, picks up the dollar as
	Harmond flashes Cates' shield.

					HAMMOND
			You know a big Indian named Billy
			Bear?  He used to work here.

	The Bartender shakes his head, gives him a scowl.

					BARTENDER
			Never heard of him.

	Hammond lifts the shot glass and throws it through the mirror
	behind the bar. Sudden silence throughout the room.

					HAMMOND
			Now how's your memory doin'?

					BARTENDER
			Fuck off.  I don't know what the
			hell you're talkin' about.

					HAMMOND
			Maybe I better ask around, see
			what your pals think.

					BARTENDER
			I don't give a shit who you ask.

	The Bartender walks down toward Cates.

	HAMMOND

	Moves away from the bar. He stops at a booth occupied by

	FOUR COWBOY PUNKS,

	one a very big man.  Hammond grabs him by the arm and pulls
	him up.

					HAMMOND
			Up against the wall, cowboy.

	The Punk breaks free, aims a massive haymaker at Hammond.
	Gets a right to the stomach for his trouble.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Now, I said get over there by that
			wall ... You hear me,
			motherfucker...

	Looks at the others.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Move it, rednecks.  On your feet...

	He grabs the next by the arm, yanks him up.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Over there...move your ass. Some
			of you rednecks seem a little hard
			of hearing, so I'll repeat it for
			everybody... I need word on the
			whereabouts of an Indian that goes
			by the name of Billy Bear. It's a
			police matter and you all look
			like you'd just love to
			cooperate...

	CATES Quietly sips his beer. The other occupants of the bar
	watch Hammond herd the four Punks to the end wall.

	A BIG COWBOY

	when Hammond isn't looking, he dashes toward the exit, Cates
	puts out a leg. Sends the Cowboy crashing into a crowdedtable.

	HAMMOND

	Turns around at the noise.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			That wasn't necessary, buddy. I
			got this under control.

					CATES
			Some of us citizens are with you
			all the way, Officer.

	The Redneck Punks are now spread-eagled against the wall.
	Hammond searches the first. He drops a wallet on the floor
	and moves to the second. A switchblade, some credit cards and
	another wallet fall to the floor. The last Punk has only a
	roll of bills.  Hammond holds the money up to his face.

					HAMMOND
			You're in trouble, big trouble, so
			you better start talking. Where'd
			a boy like you make a score like
			this?

					PUNK
			It's mine, what the hell...

					HAMMOND
			You must a rolled somebody.  They
			don't let punks like you take jobs
			that pay this much ... you sure
			you don't know a dangerous Indian,
			because unless you start talkin'
			I may just have to start looking
			down your pants with a
			flashlight...

					PUNK
			What kind of cop are you, anyway?

					HAMMOND
			I am your most terrible nightmare
			... a bad nigger with a badge that
			entitles him to kick your ass...

	Hammond turns to the Bartender...

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			One of them is under-age.  Another
			attacked a police officer. And you
			know I ain't found what I came
			lookin' here for yet...

	Walks back to the Bartender.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			The tall one had a weapon ... you
			want me to keep on makin' a list,
			or you got the picture yet?

	He reaches for a towel under a pyramid of bar glasses. Jerks
	the towel, the pyramid capsizes onto the floor. Huge crash as
	the glasses break into a million fragments.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Looks like you're on your way to
			bein' outta business, redneck...
			Now, let's see what can we fuck
			with next?

	The Bartender doesn't have the look of a happy man.

					BARTENDER
			Okay, okay.  The Indian hangs out
			with a girl down the block. Right
			where Chinatown starts.  She lives
			on top of the hardware store.

	Hammond turns, grins at Cates. As far as he's concerned, he's
	won the bet.  Cates nods, slips out the door.

					HAMMOND
			I don't give a damn about his
			girl...

					BARTENDER
			Look, give me a break, you're
			going to have to settle for her
			place.  It's the only thing I know.

	He looks desperate.

					BARTENDER
					 (continuing)
			I'm tellin' ya, I'm giving you all
			I know.

					HAMMOND
			Try obeyin' the law once in
			awhile, and I won't have to hassle
			you...

	Turns to go, then turns back.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			But remember this, cowboy, there's
			a new sheriff in town.

	Smiles, turns and goes.

	TRANSITION.

	STREET - ACROSS FROM TORCHIE'S - NIGHT

	Hammond steps out of the bar.  He crosses to Cates by the car.

					CATES
			I think you got something for me.

	Pause.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			The gun you took off that redneck
			in there.

	Hammond smiles.

					HAMMOND
			You made that move, huh?

					CATES
			While you're at it, You can give
			me the switchblade, too.

	Hammond reluctantly takes out a .22 automatic, slams it down
	on the hood of the car.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Credit cards?

	Hammond hands them over with the knife.

					HAMMOND
			You already got a gun and you owe
			me a piece of ass.  I'll settle
			for the gun you just took.

	A long moment. Then Cates slowly lifts the .22 automatic.

					CATES
			You did a real good job... Guess
			you deserve a reward.

	Removes the clip.  Throws it across the street. Hands Hammond
	the automatic.

					HAMMOND
			Motherfucker.

	He throws the gun away.

					CATES
			I sure am. Now let's go get us an
			Indian.

	They walk up the block.

	TRANSITION.

	STREET - CHINATOWN - NIGHT

	Neon signs with Sino lettering.

	CATES AND HAMMOND

	Walk down the street, spot a shop with a window display of
	tools.  Look up at the darkened apartment windows. They walk
	to the end of the block.

	ALLEY

	Stairwells lead to each apartment above the shops. Cates and
	Hammond move along the buildings... Arrive at the back of the
	hardware store. Quietly, they start to ascend the stairs.

	STAIRWELL

	The metal steps extend onto a platform by the back door.
	Cates leans over the railings to look through the adjacent
	window. Between the drawn curtains, a flickering glimmer from
	a TV set. On the tube, various poses from stridently
	exercising women.

					HAMMOND
			What the shit is that?

	Looks again. A female form passes by, goes out of the room.

					CATES
			There.

					HAMMOND
			Must be billy's girl.

					CATES
			Come on.

	DOORWAY

	Cates gestures to the door lock. Hammond fiddles with it for
	several moments. The door swings open. They step into a
	darkened room.

	APARTMENT

	Cates takes the .38 from his pocket. He stops near the open
	bedroom doorway. He looks at Hammond and then both men step
	quickly into the room.

					CATES
			Police! Nobody move!

	Hammond reaches for the light switch. Takes a heavy blow.
	Slumps against the door. A Woman's voice screams out.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Stay where you are!

	The light goes on. Cates' gun points at a YOUNG WOMAN (CASEY)
	in a flimsy dressing gown. Saturday Night Special held
	between her palms, police style... A SECOND WOMAN (SALLY)
	stands beside Hammond at the light switch. Larger and
	slightly older than the first, she wears a man's shirt. Holds
	a baseball bat in her right hand.

					SALLY
			You better drop it or he's gonna
			get another one.

					HAMMOND
			Hey, talk to here jack.  I don't
			feel like gettin' number two along
			side of the head.

					CATES
			I said police.  Now drop the
			goddamn gun.

					CASEY
			Don't give me that police shit.
			You drop it.

	Pause.

					CATES
			Okay, look, don't shoot.  I'm just
			reachin' for my badge.

	Cates takes out his badge-Shows it to Casey.

					CASEY
			I don't like this bullshit. I've
			seen fake badges before.

					HAMMOND
			I'll tell you something lady, this
			guy is a real nervous cop - He's
			just liable to pull the trigger.

	Cates takes two steps toward Casey...

					CATES
			Naw, I'm the calm type.  I know
			you don't want me to shoot you,
			and I know that you don't want to
			shoot me.

	He takes two more steps toward her.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Shooting a cop puts you away for
			a long time.

	Holds out his hand.

					CASEY
			You assholes better be real.

	She hands Cates the gun. Sally prods Hammond with the
	baseball bat.

					SALLY
			Just wait a Goddamn second here,
			let's see your badge...

	He snatches the bat out of her hands.

					HAMMOND
			Don't have one.

					SALLY
			I knew it.  Call the cops.

	Casey walks over to the phone.

					CATES
			Tell them it's Cates, Detective
			31st District.  Then put your
			clothes on. If you don't answer
			some questions I'm taking both
			your asses in.

	After a moment, Casey puts down the phone.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Now, let's cut out the crap, which
			one of you sees Billy Bear?

					SALLY
			None of your business, cop.  The
			son of a bitch isn't here, and he
			isn't coming back.

					CATES
			You can do better than that.

	Turns to Casey.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			How about it?

					CASEY
			I used to go with him...I don't
			know where the hell he is.  I
			haven't seen him for two weeks.
			And I don't think I will.  He owes
			me money...

					SALLY
			He's a Goddamn lowlife, the way he
			treated her.

					CATES
			Sounds like a real stormy romance.

					CASEY
			I don't much care what it sounds
			like to you, Cop. All I know is
			that I went a few laps around the
			track with him and I ended up with
			nothin' but the short end of the
			stick.

	Cates looks over at Hammond.

					CATES
			Let's go.

					HAMMOND
			Wait a minute.  Maybe these ladies
			would like to go a few laps with
			us.  How about it? I been nearly
			three years in prison and...

					SALLY
			Fuck off.

					CATES
			Come on...

	Hannond starts for the door with Cates.

					CASEY
			If you find that bastard, Billy,
			tell him to stay out of my life.
			I don't need any more of his macho
			bullshit.

	TRANSITION.

	STREET  CHINATOWN - NIGHT

	The two men walk among the bright neon lights. Neither of
	them very happy.

					CATES
			This sucks.  A maniac gets hold of
			my gun and goes all over the
			streets killing people with it.
			So, instead of me being where I
			oughta be, which is in bed giving
			my girl the high, hard one, I'm
			out here doing this shit, roaming
			around with some overdressed,
			charcoal-colored loser like you.

					HAMMOND
			You wanna leave, man?  Let me take
			care of Ganz all by myself.

					CATES
			You?  Don't make me laugh.  You
			can't take care of shit.  You've
			been dicking me around since we
			started on this turd-hunt.  All
			you're good for is games... So
			far, what I got outta you is
			nothin'...

					HAMMOND
			I'm impressed with you too, Jack
			you did a real good job of busting
			up a couple of dykes bedded down
			for the night.

					CATES
			Luther knew more than he told me
			and so do you...Now you better
			tell we what the fuck this is all
			about.  I gave you 48 hours to
			come up with something and the
			clock's runnin' ...

	A long look at Hammond.

					HAMMOND
			Maybe I don't like the way you ask.

					CATES
			Who gives a Goddamn what you
			think? You're just a crook that's
			got a weekendpass ... You're not
			even a name anymore. Just a spear-
			chucker with a Goddamn number
			stenciled on the back of his
			prison fatigues...

	They walk past.

	TRANSITION.

	STREET ACROSS FROM TORCHIE'S - NIGHT

	They two men walk toward the Cadillac.

					CATES
			Okay, Reggie, I'm done playing
			around. I want to know what's
			going on and I'm going to beat the
			living shit out of you until you
			tell me.

	Hammond goes into a street rap.

					HAMMOND
			You beat the shit out of me?
			Don't make me laugh, sucker.  You
			don't know how I'd dance on your
			face?  I'll hit you so hard, so
			many times, you'll wish you'd
			never been hatched.  I'll turn
			your face into cottage cheese.
			I'll make your girl think you been
			takin' ugly pills.  She won't even
			know who you are, sucker.

	They stop by the car. Cates takes the gun out, lays it on the
	hood.  Hammond stares at him. Cates next takes out his
	wallet, shows Hammond his badge, then lays the badge on the
	car fender... Smiles.

					CATES
			I guess the first thing I ought,
			to explain to you, nigger, is I
			fight dirty.

	Hits Hammond a tremendous right hand full in the face.
	Hammond sags, grabs onto the car fender for support. Cates
	hesitates ... and Hammond kicks out, sending the partially
	open car door slamming into Cates. Cates sprawls.

					HAMMOND
			So do I.

	Hammond aims a kick at Cates' head.  Cates blocks it with
	crossed forearms, grabs, twists.  Hammond tumbles, rolls away
	from Cates.  Both men struggle to their feet, circle each
	other.

	Hammond moves in only to receive twoquick blows from Cates,
	a bit sooner than he expected.  Cates smiles.

	Hammond dances in and out... Cates' breathing becomes more
	labored. His windmill attack penetrates Cates' defense. Cates
	clears his head, charges, bull-like ... His rush and greater
	bulk send both of them crashing into some trash cans and a
	brick wall.

	Hammond is faster...

	Cates is much stronger; Both men on their knees. They look at
	one another. Silently, they move to their feet. Hammond's
	back is to a wall... Cates keeps him there, negates the
	lighter man's agility. They slug away, each now arm-weary...
	Exchange a dozen blows. Finally, Cates steps back, arms at
	his side... Breath coming like a bellows...

	Hammond has to hold on to the wall; one more punch would put
	him out.

					CATES
			Now, you bastard, you going to
			tell me what's going on...

	Puffing away.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			... Do I have to kick the shit out
			of you some more.

	They stand facing one another. Hammond smiles. A black-and-
	white comes roaring up the street. Sirens howling, red lights
	flashing, it slides to a stop. TWO UNIFORMED COPS jump out,
	guns drawn.

					FIRST COP
			All right, you two.  Don't move.

					CATES
			NO, no...it's okay...I'm police.

					SECOND COP
			Yeah, sure.  Get your hands above
			your head.

	He keeps his gun trained on Cates,and Hammond.

					CATES
			My gun and badge are over there.
			And I'm too fucking tired to raise
			my hands...

	Hammond rubs the side of his face. Cates falls back against
	the patrol car. Still fighting for breath. The First Cop
	lifts Cates' wallet off the Cadillac and looks at his badge,
	shows it to the other cop.

					FIRST COP
			What the hell's going on here?

	Cates walks over, pockets his gun.

					SECOND COP
			I've got a burglary call.  Two
			women say a couple of hoods broke
			into their place posing as cops.

					CATES
			I was following a lead.  We
			rousted them... Go up and sweet
			talk 'em.  You can straighten it
			out.

	The First Cop checks out Cates' badge and I.D.

					FIRST COP
			Why don't you do it?  We got
			better things to do than
			straighten out your messes.

					CATES
			So do I. I'll file a report
			tomorrow.

	The First Cop takes out his book, starts writing.  He's
	pissed.

					FIRST COP
			I gotta file a..Report tonight
			asshole...

					CATES
			Goes with the territory.

	He grabs Hammond and they head for the Cadillac.

	TRANSITION.

	ALL-NIGHT GAS STATION

	Cadillac parked behind the service area.

	RESTROOM

	Hammond looks' up at his bruised face in the mirror, then
	washes up.  Cates is one step ahead of him. He rolls up a
	piece of the wet towel and inserts it over his bleeding gum.

					HAMMOND
			Too bad we got interrupted when we
			did.  I was getting ready to
			finish you off.

	Cates straightens up from the wash basin.

					CATES
			Yeah, right.  You want to try
			again?

					HAMMOND
			Naw, you'd just call your pals
			back to bail you out one more time.

					CATES
			They saved your ass, convict.

					HAMMOND
			One thing's for sure, Jack.
			That's how you'll tell the story.

	Cates dries off his face, starts out of the washroom.

					CATES
			I'll even put it in my report that
			way.

	The door closes behind Cates. Hammond leans back toward the
	mirror, nudges a tooth with his finger.

					HAMMOND
			Motherfucker.

	GAS STATION PARKING LOT

	Cates leans on the Cadillac as Hammond emerges. Hammond
	starts for the passenger side.

					CATES
			Wait a minute.

	Hammond stops.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			You come clean or we're going to
			go again.  Right here, right now.

	Pause.

	A long moment; Hammond decides be has no choice.

					HAMMOND
			I been waiting a long time for
			some money.

					CATES
			How much?

					HAMMOND
			Half a million.

					CATES
			Jesus.

	Hammond smiles his meanest smile.

					HAMMOND
			How's that for a number to give
			you heart failure? Guess you might
			start to get the picture after
			all. Mlaybe you're on the wrong
			side of the old law and order
			business..

	Cates is unmoved.

					CATES
			Just tell me about the money.

					HAMMOND
			Me and my bunch hit a dealer in
			the middle of a sale. It's the
			kind of money nobody ever reports
			stolen. I was sittin' pretty,
			livin' in the high cotton, then
			somebody fingered me for another
			job. ... Some psycho who's out
			there capping people with some
			cop's gun.

					CATES
			He's after your money.

					HAMMOND
			You catch on real fast...Okay,
			Jack, let's talk deal. How much of
			my money you gonna let me keep?

	Cates just looks at him.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			We split 50-50?

					CATES
			Not likely, convict.

					HAMMOND
			You gonna let me keep any of it?

					CATES
			Depends on how things work out. I
			believe in the merit system. So
			far you haven't built up any
			points.

	He smiles.

					HAMMOND
			Okay, from now on, I'm gonna be
			real good, Jack.

	Cates smiles back.

					CATES
			Where's the money?

					HAMMOND
			In the trunk of a car.  A lot
			better than under a mattress,
			right?

	Cates smiles.

					CATES
			Right, partner.

					HAMMOND
			Get this. We ain't partners. We
			ain't brothers. We ain't friends.
			If Ganz gets away with my money,
			you're gonna be sorry we ever met.

					CATES
			Yeah.  Right.

	They get into the Caddy. Boom away.

	TRANSITION.

	The Cadillac moving through the city... Clock on the
	dashboard showing 4 a.m. Cates at the wheel.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Where's the goddamn car?

					HAMMOND
			You're a real case, you know that,
			Jack?

	Smiles.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			This'll show you how smart I am.
			I got it parked.

					CATES
			...For three years?  Let's hope it
			wasn't a tow-away zone.

					HAMMOND
			You just drove by it.

	The Cadillac makes a screeching U-turn,i swings into the curb.

	Cates leans out, looks at...

	PARKING BUILDING

	Narrow, multi-storied, with a garage-like opening and
	signals... proclaiming 'Weekly-Monthly-Long Term."

	CADILLAC

					CATES
			Okay, now what?

	Hammond gets out of the car.

	Stands on the sidewalk.

	Stretches.

	Then gets into the back seats.

					HAMMOND
			Since you're wired on benniest you
			get to stay up and stare at the
			building. I'm  tired, so I'm going
			to sleep. They take Sunday off.
			Place opens at seven o'clock
			Monday morning. Wake me up at a
			quarter till...

	Cates stares at the place.

					CATES
			You son of a bitch. You knew where
			the money was all along and all we
			had to do was come here and wait.
			I almost got my ass blown off
			twice tonight for nothing.

					HAMMOND
			I wasn't sure the money was still
			there until we saw Luther. You
			almost got your ass shot off for
			nothing once, not twice, Jack.

					CATES
			Shit.

	THE CITY

	Beyond the skyline, grey streaks of dawn etch the sky.

	TRANSITION.

	The Cadillac is pulled up facing the streets down the block
	from the parking sections Cates walks in through the lot
	entrance. Threads his way between the lines of parked
	vehicles Tired and haggard, he carries a paper bag filled
	with quick-order food.

	CADILLAC

	Hammond stretches on the back seat.  Cates slams the door
	shut.

					CATES
			I don't want you sleeping on the
			job.

	Hammond yawns, eases himself into a sitting position.

					HAMMOND
			The place opens in five minutes.
			Ganz ought to be here soon...

	Cates tears the paper bag open. Passes a cup of coffee and
	donut back. He sips his own coffee, adds some whiskey from
	his flask... pops another bennie.

					CATES
			You took a big chance, leaving
			this here all this time.

					HAMMOND
			Not really.  I figured Ganz was
			put down for a long time.  And I
			knew Luther would never job me on
			his own.  He's too chickenshit.

					CATES
			Guess what?  Luther just got in
			line.

	Hammond sits up.

					HAMMOND
			What?

					CATES
			Musta got some primo bondsman.

					HAMMOND
			Jesus Christ.  That's a disgrace
			The guy pulls a gun on a cop and
			he's out in 24 hours.  I tell you
			some of the courts these days are
			just a fucking revolving door.

	INT. PARKING LOT BUILDING

	Luther walks up to the window where a bored ATTENDANT reads
	a comic book.

					ATTENDANT
			Yeah?

					LUTHER
			I want to pick up my car.

	He passes across a faded form.

					ATTENDANT
			Name?

					LUTHER
			Hammond.

	The Attendant examines the form, surprised.

					ATTENDANT
			This is three years old.

					LUTHER
			Yeah, I've been busy.

	The Attendant opens a key file, begins rummaging in it.

					ATTENDANT
			We don't wash 'em, ya know.

					LUTHER
			How about chargin' the battery?

					ATTENDANT
			That we do. And we put air in the
			tires. I'll even sell you some gas
			if you need it.

					LUTHER
			Great, just great.

	The Attendant finds the key, exits the booth. Luther follows
	to an elevated stack of cars. The Attendant throws a switch,
	the stack of cars begins to move.

	STREET

	Luther drives down the exit ramp in a dated Porsche
	convertible.

	The car is covered with a uniform coat of dust, except for
	the windshield which has been wiped hastily clean.

	Luther waits for a break in the flow of traffic, drives out.

	Another street

	Luther turns onto a side street and then suddenly Cate's
	Cadillac appears ... starts to tail the Porsche.

	CADILLAC

	Cates follows Luther through several turns.

	The Porsche jerks whenever it speeds up or slows down.

					HAMMOND
			Jesus Christ, look at all the dust
			on my car...why in the hell don't
			he take it to a car wash?

					CATES
			Didn't know you darker people went
			in for foreign jobs.

					HAMMOND
			I had no choice. Some white
			asshole bought the last piece of
			shit skyblue Cadillac.

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	INT. CADDY

	As they follow Luther.

					CATES
			You'd think the guy'd be smart
			enough to know he was being tailed.

					HAMMOND
			Tryin' to save his girl, man. He's
			in another world.

					CATES
			If I was his size and had Ganz on
			my ass, I'd  just leave town.

					HAMMOND
			I'm tellin' you the man's in
			love... he wants to be a hero for
			his girl.

					CATES
			Oh, yeah, does bein' in love make
			you stupid?

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	As they follow Luther.

					CATES
			I suppose you'd never be like
			Luther and let a woman get to
			you...

					HAMMOND
			I let women get to me.  The quest
			for pussy is the meaning of life
			... I got my own personal
			philosophy about 'em.  Keep women
			separate from guns, money and
			business ... women are for
			spending money.  They got nothing
			to do with helping you make it.

					CATES
			That ain't philosophy.  That's
			common sense.

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	INT. CADDY

	As they follow Luther.

					HAMMOND
			Say, do you always work people
			over like you did Luther?

					CATES
			If they don't tell me what I need
			to know...

					HAMMOND
			Doesn't it get... Tiring?

					CATES
			I'm not in this 'cause it's fun.
			I'm not into hitting guys 'cause
			it makes me feel good either... I
			do it 'cause it works-...

					HAMMOND
			You got a very depressing view of
			life, man... you gotta smile once
			in awhile...

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	INT. CADDY

	As they follow Luther.

					CATES
			Maybe Luther hopes Ganz'll give
			him a piece of your money...

					HAMMOND
			If he's hoping that then he's
			dumber than I think he is, which
			would be amazin', cause I already
			think he's real dumb.

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	INT. CADDY

	As they follow Luther.

					HAMMOND
			A long time agb Luther must of got
			the shit beat out of him so bad it
			just rattled his brain ... that
			would account for him making so
			many wrong moves in a row...

					CATES
			Yeah, it doesn't look like he's
			gonna make it as a dangerous tough
			guy...

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	INT. CADDY

	As they follow Luther,

					HAMMOND
			You know, I'd be embarrassed if I
			let my wheels go the way you've
			done with this job.

					CATES
			What you don't understand is, I
			don't give a damn about how this
			thing looks.

					HAMMOND
			No class...

					CATES
			Class isn't somethin' you buy,
			punk. Look at you, five hundred
			dollar suit and you're still a
			lowlife.

	ANOTHER STREET

	The Caddy follows the Porsche.

	INT.  CADDY

	As they follow Luther.

					HAMMOND
			We're getting too close ... Cates,
			what's the matter, you been takin'
			dumb pills?

					CATES
			Yeah, most cops are pretty dumb...
			But since you're the one that
			landed in jail what's that make
			you?

	ANOTHER STREET

	Luther pulls over to curb and parks.

	CADILLAC

	suddenly swings over several lanes of traffic and parks in
	driveway of parking lot.

	LUTHER - CATES & HAMMOND'S P.O.V.

	He goes to the trunk. Rummages there ... picks up a flaming
	red suit.

	INT. CADILLAC

					CATES
			That Goddamn suit is yours?

	Hammond winces.

					HAMMOND
			That was in style a couple years
			back, man.

					CATES
			Right. if you ever switch from
			armed robbery to pimping, then
			you're all set.

	Under the suit is a nondescript attache case. Luther takes
	it, closes the trunk. Beads down the sidewalk.

	CADILLAC

					HAMMOND
			That's the money, Jack.

	They jump out of the car, follow on foot.

	STREET

	Luther hurries along the sidewalk.

	He reaches the corner, turns quickly...

	CATES AND HAMMOND

	Following a little way behind.

	They pause at the corner, watching the pedestrian traffic
	move by. Then turn down the cross street after Luther. Follow
	him down a stairwell.

	SUBWAY STATION - LOBBY

	Escalators and open stairwells. Luther enters and pauses by
	the doorway. Commuters crowd the counters and congregate near
	the stairwells. More people are seated along hard plastic
	seats. But no Ganz.  And no Billy.

	Luther moves further into the station.  Cates and Hammond
	enter. They keep Luther fixed between them, 50 feet ahead.
	Luther seems to be wandering He walks through the shop area
	and back toward the escalator. Hammond remains near the
	arcade while Cates blends in with the commuters. Luther puts
	the briefcase down at his feet and leans against a counter.
	Next to him, a loud troop of Boy Scouts marches by.  A crowd
	of people from the train area below flows through the lobby
	obscuring Luther from Hammond and Cates for a moment.  Cates
	steps out to get a better view and suddenly spots Ganz moving
	through the crowd toward Luther. Be looks over at Hammond
	across the station and motions.  Then they both start moving
	in on Ganz, trying to intercept him before he gets deeper
	into the crowd.

	Ganz moves cautiously through the station. A crumpled
	newspaper held absently in his hand. He scans the faces of
	the commuters and spots Luther. Fails to notice Cates and
	Hammond closing in on him from two directions.

	A PATROLMAN comes up. Starts chatting amiably with a Boy
	Scout next to Luther. Ganz hesitates in his approach. He
	motions Luther to move awaye, but Luther starts to panic when
	he sees Cates and Hammond closing in...

	Ganz reacts to Luther, turns and spots the two men. He makes
	an immediate break for open ground. The Patrolman sees Ganz
	start to run. The newspaper is thrown to the floor... Ganz
	swings Cates' .44 toward Hammond.

					PATROLMAN
			Hey--you!

	Ganz whirls, his feet slipping on the marble floor. His shot
	at Hammond goes plowing into the ceiling. The crowd starts to
	panic and run in all directions.

	The Patrolman has al ready brought his own gun out. Levels it
	at Ganz.

					PATROLMAN
					 (continuing)
			Put it down.

	BILLY BEAR

	Suddenly appears, Rosalie at his side. Billy Bear's .44
	blasts the Patrolman onto his back.

	Ganz comes up and scrambles through the screaming patrons.
	He, Billy and Rosalie head toward the escalator. Cates has
	already brought out his .38... Can't get a clean shot through
	the chaos.

	Hammond pushes his way through the crowd to Cates.

					HAMMOND
			Shoot the sons of bitches.

	Cates can't risk it...

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			You don't want to chance it, then
			give me the gun...

	A moment.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Bullshit. Then i'm staying with
			the money.

					CATES
			You stay with me...

					HAMMOND
			No way...

	Hammond starts after Luther. Cates turns, starts to aim at
	Hammond. Hesitates...

	PASSENGER WALKWAY

	Panic has overtaken everyone as they try to escape the madman
	with the gun.

	Ganz and Billy elbow and kick their way through the crowd,
	tugging Rosalie along...

	Cates, gun in hand, creates further-panic as he moves after
	Ganz.

	Ganz grabs a man beside him.

	Shoves him hard into the passengers in back.

	The man knocks over several more people creating a roadblock.

	Ganz vaults over the railing and starts for the trains.
	Cates loses a few more precious seconds grappling through the
	terrorized passengers...

	TRAIN AREA

	The usually jammed area looks like an empty stockyard. The
	patrons huddle in fear against any available wall.

	Cates bursts out of the stairwell...

	TUNNEL

	Red and green signal lights. The light goes red, a train
	roars up and the doors hiss open.

	Billy and Ganz fight through the passengers getting off the
	train, jump on board; Billy pulls Rosalie behind him.

	CATES

	Running for the doors...

	Suddenly, a SECURITY OFFICER appears, riot gun in hand.

					SECURITY OFFICER
			Freeze!

					CATES
			No! No!  There they are!

					SECURITY OFFICER
			Just put it down real slow.

	The train doors close.

					CATES
			I'm a policeman, you asshole!

					SECURITY OFFICER
			Don't even try... now drop it
			or - you're all done.

	He means it, points the riot gun even closer... The train in
	front of him moves away.

	Cates carefully places the .38 on the pavement. Then raises
	his hands in the air.

					CATES
			Shit.

	TRAIN STATION - LOBBY

	Witnesses stand in nervous little knots. Give versions of
	what happened to notepad-toting patrolmen. Hospital
	Attendants minister to various and sundry complaints.

	Cates sits on a passenger bench, obviously dejected.  A
	voice comes echoing from behind.

					HADEN
			Cates.

	Haden, silhouetted against the light from the street.

					HADEN
					 (continuing)
			What the bell happened?

					CATES
			I lost them, that's what happened.

					HADEN
			How did they get away?

					CATES
			They ran.  As fast as they could.
			Caught a train.

	Haden watches the Morgue Personnel wheel out the body of the
	Patrolman.

					HADEN
			Which one pulled the trigger?

					CATES
			The Indian.  I was about 30 yards
			away.

					HADEN
			You couldn't get to him?

	Cates shrugs.

					HADEN
					 (continuing)
			What a screw-up.

					CATES
			Right.  I screwed up.  I fucked
			up. I messed up.  Anybody could
			have done better, especially you.
			I bet you're real good at hitting
			targets through crowds.

	Haden starts toward the street. Looks back at Cates.

					HADEN
			Don't duck the bullet Cates. Why
			didn't you call in for backup
			instead of makin' a grandstand
			play?

					CATES
			I didn't have the time.

					HADEN
			Too bad, it would've covered your
			ass.  Now you're in the shit and
			so's the department. In case you
			haven't noticed, this wasn't our
			finest hour... I told you everyone
			was watchin' on this one. Maybe
			you better start thinkin' about
			writin' tickets off a three wheel
			bike.

	Cates looks at Haden for a moment...

	Turns and walks away.

	TRANSITION.

	PREDMORE HOTEL - NIGHT

	Hammond across the street from Predmore.

	Standing in a phone booth talking into the receiver...

	He turns and looks acain at the hotel...

	Hangs up.

	Walks into a nearby bar.

	TRANSITION.

	VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB

	HAMMOND

	Punk Dancers all over the floor.

	A rock group blasting away...("NEW SHOES" - Vocal)

	HAMMOND

	At a back booth...

	A MAN (SOSNA) approaches carrying a small suitcase.

					HAMMOND
			How you doing, man?

					SOSNA
			Not bad, not bad.

	Puts the suitcase down on the table.

					SOSNA
					 (continuing)
			You want to go outside?

					HAMMOND
			Naw, right here's okay.

	Dancers sliding and jerking in front of them.

					SOSNA
			You sure?

					HAMMOND
			I'm sure.  Everybody here's
			looking at everybody else's ass.

	Sosna pops open the suitcase. Lid shielding the contents from
	the patrons...

					SOSNA
			I got some real nice merchandise.
			All of it's clean.

	Suitcase arranged like q salesman's display case. Tightly
	spaced rows of handguns mounted in their holsters.

					HAMMOND
			I like this one...

	Pockets a revolver with a deft move.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			How about some ammo?

					SOSNA
			It's loaded... I got some shells
			in here.

	Opens another compartment. Hammond helps himself to two
	boxes...

					HAMMOND
			How much?

					SOSNA
			This is clean shit.  No serial
			numbers and never been used...

					HAMMOND
			Don't mess with me. How much?

					SOSNA
			Five bills.

					HAMMOND
			Five.  On credit.

					SOSNA
			This ain't a credit business.

	You know that.

					HAMMOND
			Yeah, I know that, but this is me
			and we're old friends. I haven't
			got the money so what are you
			gonna do about it?

					SOSNA
			Give it back.

					HAMMOND
			Try and take it.

	A long moment.

					SOSNA
			Fuck you.  You got no right for
			this kind of play.

					HAMMOND
			I'll got your money to you. No
			sweat.

	Hammonds heads for the bar.

	Stands next to a good-looking woman (RITA). Nods to the
	barkeep.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			Vodka. With a twist. And I want to
			run a tab.

	Served up. He knocks half of it back, turns to the woman.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			My name's Reggie Hammond.

	Big personality smile.

					RITA
			So what?

	She turns away as he takes a drink. He looks at another
	pretty girl (ANGELA).

					HAMMOND
			Hi there. I'm Reggie Hammond.

					ANGELA
			I'm with somebody.

	She turns away.

					HAMMOND
			This ain't my night.

	He drinks up.

	TRANSITION.

	SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT

	Several Detectives are working at desks. Kehoe walks into the
	office. He moves slowly to Cates' desk and slumps down in a
	nearby chair.

					KEHOE
			You look awful.

					CATES
			So do you...been a long day.

					KEHOE
			Long night, too, from what I heard
			... Word's going around that in
			addition to losing Ganz for the
			second time, and in addition to
			Haden busting you back to
			Patrolman, some jig beat the crap
			out of you.

					CATES
			Aw, bullshit, you heard wrong.

					KEHOE
			Doesn't look like it.

					CATES
			Nothing came in for me yet?  No
			calls?

					KEHOE
			Nothing.

	Kehoe's phone begins to ring.  Cates watches hopefully.

					KEHOE
					 (continuing)
			Kehoe... Okay, hang on.

	Offers the phone to Cates.

					KEHOE
					 (continuing)
			It's for you... Ordinance.

	Cates' excitement vanishes. He takes the receiver. Kehoe
	begins to clean off his desk.

					CATES
			Hello... Yeah, okay.  I'll be in
			tomorrow. That's right, you can
			depend on it.  Okay?

	He slams down the receiver, leans back in the chair.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Bullshit red tape.

					KEHOE
			I'm heading out. How about you?

	Cates shakes his head.

					CATES
			I got to wait for a call.

					KEHOE
			Okay.  See you in the morning...
			you know, you ought to get some
			rest...

	He walks out the door. Cates stares fixedly at the phone on
	the desk. Hoping Hammond will call... Across the room another
	phone starts to ring. Cates stares at the PLAINCLOTHESMAN who
	answers.

					PLAINCLOTHESMAN
			Yeah, he's here.

	Cates stiffens.

					PLAINCLOTHESMAN
					 (continuing)
			Cates... line twelve.

	Cates snatches up the phone, shouts into it...

					CATES
			You motherfucker, where are you?

	ELAINE

	In the Chronicle Restaurant and Bar, a well appointed
	establishment off Montgomery Street.

					ELAINE
			I'm at work, asshole.  Where else?

					CATES
			Elaine! I... I'm sorry... I was
			expecting somebody else... police
			business.

					ELAINE
			No wonder you're so popular.

					CATES
			No, it's I'm just surprised you
			called.

					ELAINE
			So am I.

				  ELAINE				CATES
		Jack, this afternoon...	  Hey, look, when...

					ELAINE
			You first.

					CATES
			Look, I'm sorry about ... the way
			things have been lately.  I know
			I haven't been acting real great...

	Behind Cates, Kehoe steps back into the room.

					KEHOE
			Hey, Cates...

	Cates swings around.

					KEHOE
					 (continuing)
			I almost forgot.  That pal of
			yours from the Vice Squad wants
			you to call him.

					CATES
			What?

					ELAINE
			Jack, are you still there?

					KEHOE
			Yeah.  He said he rousted a bar
			with you last night.

					CATES
			Jesus Christ.  Why the hell didn't
			you tell me before?

					KEHOE
			I'm not paid to take your personal
			calls.  He was in some bar. .. off
			duty.

	Cates interrupts.

					CATES
			The number ... what's the Goddamn
			number?

					ELAINE
			Jack?  What was that?

					KEHOE
			Find it yourself.  It's on my desk.

	Cates speaks back into the receiver.

					CATES
			Elaine, I gotta put you on hold...

					ELAINE
			Jack, wait...

					CATES
			Just a second, that's all!

	He hits the bold button, starts rummaging through the desk.
	Paperwork scatters in all directions.

	Kehoe watches him in silence for awhile then leaves. Cates
	begins to dial.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Hammond... you son of a bitch,
			where are you?

	Listens for a moment.

	VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB

	Hammond on the phone as the band rocks away.   (MONKEY
	MASH - Track only)

					HAMMOND
			Hey, Jack, how ya doin'? What took
			you so long to call, man? I been
			waitin' ... I'm at Vroman's up in
			the Fillmore. Yeah, Vroman's...
			'Course you don't hang out here;
			it's for the brothers.

	SQUAD ROOM

					CATES
			I'll be there in a minute. You
			don't move your ass, right?

	Slams down the phone. Starts toward the door. Remembers...

	He dashes back to the phone, hits the other line. Hears only
	a buzz.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Oh, shit.

	TRANSITION.

	VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB

	Band blasting away on another number (THE BOYS ARE BACK IN
	TOWN - VOCAL)

	Hammond now in the middle of the floor dancing his ass off
	with a girl named CANDY. As the song ends...

					HAMMOND
			My name's Reggie Hammond.

	Tries his big personality smile.

	This time gets one back.

					CANDY
			I'm candy...

					HAMMOND
			Excuse me, baby, but if i don't
			get some action tonight, I'm gonna
			bust.  You interested?

					CANDY
			Hey, what kind of talk is that?

					HAMMOND
			Oh ... You're a schoolteacher...

					CANDY
			No, I go to a school to learn how
			to do hair. It's a government
			program. But really I want to be
			a model - and I am definitely not
			sellin'.

					HAMMOND
					 (humorously)
			Goodbye.

	She stops him.

					CANDY
			Hey, don't you think a hair
			stylists got any interest in
			gettin' it on?

					HAMMOND
			Here you go sweetheart, throw it
			my way.

	He gives her a kiss.

					CANDY
			You're in a hurry.

					HAMMOND
			Yeah, i been waiting three years.

					CANDY
			You just quit bein' a priest or
			somethin'?

					HAMMOND
			No, baby, nothin' like that.
			Look, there's a place across the
			street. We can go right over
			there...

					CANDY
			What's the matter with my place?

					HAMMOND
			No, it's gotta be here and now.
			Believe me. Only I don't have the
			damn money for a room...

	The band starts up again. ("LOVE SONGS ARE FOR CRAZIES" -
	VOCAL)

					CANDY
			Yeah, well, even us non-pros
			expect the guy to pay for the
			room...

	Cates suddenly appears... steps between them. Yells above the
	band's noise.

					CATES
			Where's luther?

					HAMMOND
			Be polite. Say hello.  This is
			Candy.

					CATES
			Hello. And goodbye.

	She looks at Hammond. He nods.

					CANDY
			Well, maybe I'll see you later ...

					HAMMOND
			Here's hoping, baby...

	Candy leaves and melts into the crowd on the dance floor.

					CATES
			What about Luther?

					HAMMOND
			What about Ganz?

	Cates shrugs.

					CATES
			We missed.

					HAMMOND
			You missed ... Luther took a taxi
			to the hotel across the street.
			Made a phone call.

					CATES
			Maybe we should pay Luther a
			visit.

					HAMMOND
			Let him get some sleep.  He's
			going to need it.

	They move to the bar.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			They must have set up a meeting
			for the morning; Luther left an 8
			am wake-up and put up the "Don't
			Disturb" sign.  He's trading his
			girl for the money.  All we have
			to do to grab Ganz is not go blind.

					CATES
			So you took the rest of the night
			off...

	Hammond smiles.

					HAMMOND
			We don't have too many
			cheerleaders in prison. I though
			I might indulge myself in a little
			trim.

	Cates orders two drinks.

					CATES
			Tell me something.  Why didn't you
			just take the money off Luther and
			split?

					HAMMOND
			Forget it. I want Ganz as bad as
			you do and I got some other news
			for you...

	He opens his jacket slightly. Reveals a shoulder holster and
	accompanying .45.  A long moment.

					CATES
			I don't know why, but I'm going to
			let you keep it. Maybe because you
			told me you had it, or maybe just
			because I'm too tired to argue...

					HAMMOND
			You sure that's the reason?

	Pause.

					CATES
			Thanks for callin' in... and I
			guess Maybe... Look, I'm sorry I
			called you Watermellon nigger...
			those kinds of things. I was just
			leanin' on ya, doin' my job.

					HAMMOND
			Bein' good at your job don't
			explain everything, Jack ...

					CATES
			Yeah. Guess not.

	Hammond gives him a big smile.

					HAMMOND
			As long as you're feeling like Abe
			Lincoln, how about payin' me on
			our bet?  We got time and all this
			pussy around here's drivin' me
			crazy. See that one over there,
			the one I was with...

	He nods at Candy across the way.

					CATES
			Yeah, I see her.

					HAMMOND
			I can just take her right across
			the street to Luther's hotel.  All
			I need is some money for the room.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)

	Big smile as Cates produces some cash. Hammond counts it
	eagerly. Looks around. Candy suddenly appears like a trout
	seeing a lure.  She grabs the money.

					CANDY
			Hello, again.

					HAMMOND
			I just struck it rich... I think
			we can do a little business.  As
			a matter of fact, I think we can
			have a party.

	Hammond smiles, leads her out of the bar.

					CATES
			Hurry back.

	Cates watches them go, downs his drink. He fishes in his
	pocket for a coin, moves to a wall phone. Dials...

	CHRONICLE RESTAURANT BAR - NIGHT

	A COCKTAIL WAITRESS answers the phone as Elaine pours a drink.

					COCKTAIL WAITRESS
			It's for you.

	Hands her the receiver.

					ELAINE
			Hello.

					CATES
			Hi, it's me...

					ELAINE
			Fuck you.

	She slams down the receiver.

	SIDEWALK - FRONT OF VROMAN'S - NIGHT

	Hammond and Candy exit the rock club. A line of young Punkers
	waiting to get inside... Hammond and Candy are in a tight
	clinch, a little giggly.

					CANDY
			So... what did you have in mind?

	Suddenly, Hammond sees Luther emerge from the Predmore across
	the street.

					HAMMOND
			Oh no, not now!

	Luther moves down the street with the briefcase.  Hammond
	pulls Candy back inside Vroman's.

	VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB - BAR

	Rock group still blasting away... (LOVE SONGS ARE FOR
	CRAZIES - Vocal continues)

	Hammond and Candy reappear, knocking aside a waitress about
	to refill Cates' drink.

					CATES
			That was quick.

					HAMMOND
			When you been in prison three
			years, it don't take long. Let's
			go.

					CATES
			Why?

					HAMMOND
			Luther's on the move...

	Cates jumps up, runs out. Hammond looks at Candy.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			I'll be back. Trust me.

	He kisses her.

	Runs off after Cates. She stares at him in disbelief.

	STREET LIGHT

	Luther checking over his shoulder for shadows, walks down the
	block. Turns into a narrow street.

	A BUS STOP

	Luther waits, impatient.

	Checks his watch.

	Looks up and down the street.

	He double-checks the bus stop sign over his head.

	Just as a bus pulls to a stop, air brakes hissing ...

	LUTHER

	Gets in.

	Sees that the driver is Billy Bear...

	BUS

	The bus starts up. Luther hesitates in the front. On the wide
	rear seat is Ganz. Rosalie beside him.

					GANZ
			Open your coat. Both sides.

	He shows he's not packed.

					LUTHER
			Let her go.

					GANZ
			First, the money.

	Luther takes a step.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Just show me.

	Luther puts the case on a side seat, opens it for display.

	ANOTHER BUS STOP

	Commuters look up expectantly. One of two drift toward the
	curb. Jump back in alarm as the bus roars by.

	BUS

	Ganz is satisfied. Luther closes the case.

					LUTHER
			Rosalie, you okay?

					GANZ
			What are you talkin' about? I said
			I wouldn't hurt her.

	And then he shoots Luther. Right between the buttons.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			I never break my word.

	Laughs as Rosalie begins to scream.

	CATES' CADDY

	Barreling down the street, ignoring red lights.

	Hammond shouts over the wind.

					HAMMOND
			Notice something funny about that
			bus?

					CATES
			Yeah. It missed the last four
			stops.

	Cates pours on the gas.

	BILLY BEAR

	His eyes fall on the rear view mirror. A white Caddy dances
	in the vibrating glass. Billy looks over his shoulder at Ganz.

					BILLY
			Ganz!

	THE CADDY

	Swerves into cross traffic, makes a big press forward. Comes
	abreast of the driver's side of the bus.

	GANZ

	Smashes a side window with the two handguns.

	Blasts away.

	Cates driving with one hand as he draws his gun.

	CATES

	Looks up as glass shards sparkle down.

	He speeds up ... he is neck and neck with the bus.

	Hammond has a clear shot of Billy Bear who gives a side
	glance at him;

	Hammond doesn't shoot...

	Cates slows down and fires...

	Billy is hit in the shoulder. Ganz runs up and fires again...
	Hammond is hit in the arm. Cates grabs Hammond by the shirt.
	Yanks him close. Throws the wheel over ...

	CADDY

	Swerves as bullets pepper the passenger side. Stuffing flies
	out of Hammondis still warm seat. The right hand windows
	explode. Then the Caddy spins out.

	THE BUS

	Roars away...

	THE CADDY

	Skids into a traffic sign, demolishing some newspaper
	machines. Cates curses, tries to start the car. The engine
	won't turn over. He looks at the distant bus.

					CATES
			Goddamn! Goddamn!  Goddamn!

	Pounds on the dash. What's left of the windshield falls in at
	the impact.

	TRANSITION.

	SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT

	Cates at his desk. Hammond seated nearby, now with a bandaged
	arm.  Haden in front of Cates, furious.

					HADEN
			A bus, you goddamn whiskey mick
			cop, you lost a stolen bus... We
			got five deaths related to Ganz,
			all of 'em law enforcement
			related, and you blow it for a
			lousy nigger convict...

	Cates says nothing...

					HADEN
					 (continuing)
			That's rights I called him a
			nigger.  You bet I did ... I saw
			the report on that little piece of
			shit.  If he spent one legal day
			in his whole life, it'd be a
			record...This is it for you...
			suspension, review board... you've
			had it.  When it gets 'round you
			protect a con rather than nail a
			cop killer...

	Cates stands up.

					CATES
			He's got more brains and more guts
			in one corner of his asshole than
			any cop I've worked with.

					HADEN
			Just cause you say it with
			conviction don't mean shit to
			me... How you gonna take to a pink
			slip, huh?.

	Cates stands. Moves to Hammond. Handcuffs himself to him.

					HADEN
					 (continuing)
			Where the Christ do you think
			you're going?

					CATES
			I'm taking my prisoner back to
			jail.

	Hammond looks at Haden.

					HAMMOND
			Goin' a little hard on him, aren't
			you?

					HADEN
			Go fuck yourself convict.

					HAMMOND
			You know for a man, you have very
			pretty brown eyes.

	Cates and Hammond walk out.

	UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - POLICE STATION - NIGHT

	Cates and Hammond walk stoically along a row of cars, arrive
	at Hammond's Porsche.

					HAMMOND
			Hey, how'd my car get here?

					CATES
			I had it impounded.  Come on,
			we'll use it for haulin' you back
			to the slam.

					HAMMOND
			Back to jail in my own car.  Ganz
			got away. Got all my money. It
			just don't seem right.

					CATES
			I don't know about you, but I
			could use a drink... I'll buy you
			one.  It'll be my good-bye present.

	Takes off Hammond's cuffs.  Looks at them.. Throws them away.

					HAMMOND
			Sorry we didn't do better, Jack.
			I feel like I let you down.

					CATES
			Naw, you didn't let me down.  It
			was a long shot all the way.  We
			gave 'em a good run at it.

					HAMMOND
			Yeah, but we didn't get 'em.

	They get in and drive off.

	TRANSITION.

	EXT.  CITY STREET - NIGHT

	The Porsche blasts by ... These men want a drink.

	TRANSITION.

	CHRONICLE RESTAURANT AND BAR - NIGHT

	Cates and Hammond walk in. It's late, the place is almost
	empty. The Bartender is a woman with her back to them
	conferring with a waitress about something.

					HAMMOND
			It's late, they're closing...

					CATES
			Don't worry about it.

	The barmaid turns around to take their order.  It's Elaine.

					ELAINE
			Hey, I don't believe it.

					CATES
			Hiya, kid.

					ELAINE
			I ought to have you and your
			friend thrown out...

					CATES
			Don't.  We've had a hard night.

					ELAINE
			I can see that.  Pardon me for
			saying so, but you look like
			shit.  What happened?

					CATES
			We and my pal here have been
			taking it on the chin for the last
			few hours...

	Hammond looks at her. He nudges Cates.

					ELAINE
			Who the hell are you?

					HAMMOND
			Name's Hammond, Reggie Hammond.
			I heard a lot about you. And any
			friend of Jack's is a friend of
			mine.

	Gives her a big smile.

					ELAINE
			I'm not so sure I can say the same
			thing...You don't look like a cop.

					HAMMOND
			Well, I been workin' the other
			side of the street for the last
			few years.  And you don't exactly
			look like a shrink, wearin' that
			dress...

					ELAINE
			Shrink major, not a shrink.

	She pours three glasses of cognac. A STRAGGLER at the end of
	the bar pipes up.

					STRAGGLER
			Hey, lady, a drink here.

					ELAINE
			We're closed.

					STRAGGLER
			Hey, what the hell?

	Elaine turns to him; it's short and sweet.

					ELAINE
			Drink your drink, pay up and get
			out.

					STRAGGLER
			You can't do this.  It's against...

					ELAINE
			Hey, just fuck off.  My friends
			have guns.

	Cates holds up his pistol. The man's eyes widen and he turns
	his angry move toward her into a skedaddle out of the bar.
	Elaine finishes drying a glass and approaches.

					ELAINE
					 (continuing)
			You real down?

					CATES
			I've been better...Dead end.  No
			Ganz, no Indian.

	He finishes his drink, puts down the glass.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			I gotta call the station.

	Looks back at Hammond...

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Don't run off anywhere, okay?
			I've already got enough to worry
			about.

	Moves away.

					HAMMOND
			Hard man to live with.

					ELAINE
			How would you know?

					HAMMOND
			Hey, two days with him is enough.

					ELAINE
			That's no bull.

	She looks at him carefully. They both grin.

	CATES

	In the phone booth.

					CATES
			Is there any report ... No ...
			Just tell me... nothing..Yeah I
			figured... Okay, sure.

	Hangs up.

	ELAINE AND HAMMOND

	Cates returns...

					CATES
			Nothing.  No sign of Ganz.  No
			sign of the Indian.  Airport's
			clean.  Train station. Bus
			station.  Docks... Shit...

					ELAINE
			Ganz is going to be hard to track.
			Just a pure schizo ... wires all
			crossed... totally without any
			pattern... kill anybody... The
			Indian... himself... anybody...

					CATES
			How do you know?

					ELAINE
			Jack, it's all over the papers.
			He's an obvious type.  But this
			Indian...

	Hammond cuts in.

					HAMMOND
			He was the only one of my bunch
			that was my friend... He was
			loyal, went all the way for you...

					ELAINE
			In all due respect, he sounds kind
			of pathetic to me.  The kind of
			guy that runs home to his momma or
			some girlfriend.  Have you two ace
			detectives checked that out?

					CATES
			Yeah, well the only woman of the
			Indian's we ran into was shacked
			up with her dyke girlfriend.  I
			guess she went with him before she
			came outta the Closet ... They
			both looked mad enough to kill
			him...

					HAMMOND
			Yeah, too bad.  They were real
			nice lookin' too...In bed
			together, hardly any clothes one
			watching TV...

					ELAINE
			What makes you think they were
			lesbians, or as you so quaintly
			put it, dykes?

					CATES
			Come on, they were a little old
			for a slumber party.

					ELAINE
			It might pay to reexamine a few of
			your more primitive notions.  I
			was in bed with a girlfriend
			watching TV last week, Jack, and
			one thing we know about me is I
			happen not to be a lesbian ...
			Now, if this Indian's girlfriend
			got upset when you came looking
			for him, it could just be she's
			still vulnerable to him.

					CATES
			So what?

					ELAINE
			When a guy hurts you, then comes
			back bleeding on his hands and
			knees, who knows, he might just be
			irrestible.

					CATES
			Hey, Come on, shrink time's over.
			They wouldn't go see some old
			girlfriend.

					ELAINE
			Oh, yeah, well look where you came
			when you were down and out.

					HAMMOND
			She's got a point there, Jack.

	Smiles. Cates reflects for a moment.

					CATES
			It's the only thing we got.

	He looks at Elaine.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Whaddya think?

					ELAINE
			What do I know?  I'm just a
			bartender.

					CATES
			Let's go, Reggie.

	He kisses Elaine.

					HAMMOND
			Do I get to kiss her too?

					CATES
			If she's right, and if you don't
			screw up.

	They exit the bar.

	TRANSITION.

	EXT.  STREET - CHINATOVIN - NIGHT

	Cates and Hammond hidden in a doorway which affords them a
	good view of the alley landing to Casey and Sally's apartment.

					HAMMOND
			What if your girl's theory turns
			out to be bullshit?  I mean, they
			could be in Rio de Janeiro.

					CATES
			I've got to play it rough with
			them. If they know anything, I'm
			gonna know it.

	A woman appears, turning out to be Casey carrying a shopping
	bag.

					HAMMOND
			Hey, there she is...

					CATES
			Whatever play I maker just back me
			up.

					HAMMOND
			If we run into Billy first, let me
			try and talk him in.

					CATES
			Sure, I'll give you a shot at it,
			but Ganz is mine.  You know, that
			big Indian plays it for keeps...

					HAMMOND
			Yeah, and I know Ganz sure ain't
			no sweetheart... I wouldn't like
			it if this partnership ended
			before it gets started.

					CATES
			Partnership?

					HAMMOND
			Well, you got to admit we come a
			long way.

	Cates gives him a smile.

					CATES
			Let's just do it.

	APARTMENT STAIRWELL

	As Casey opens the door and starts toward the.stairs, Cates
	and Hammond come through the door and grab her. They are now
	on the ground floor stairwell.

					CATES
			I hear you've got visitors.

					CASEY
			Would you guys...

					CATES
			No time for any of that crap any
			more, lady... I'll rip your lungs
			out if you don't answer fast.

	Cates has her by the shoulder and arm; he twists her like a
	vise...

					HAMMOND
			He means it...

	She looks at Cates, knows Hammond's correct.

					CASEY
			Don't kill him.  Please, just
			don't kill him.

	A long moment.

					CATES
			You and the other one, you're
			still Billy's girls. You always
			were his girls...

					CASEY
			Yeah.  Sure, i'm crazy in love
			with him, who wouldn't be...

					CATES
			You're gonna help us take him.

					CASEY
			No chance.

					CATES
			He can live or die ... You let us
			in and he's got a chance to make
			it.  Otherwise, he gets ventilated.

	Casey's face is seared with pain at the thought of Billy
	dying.

					HAMMOND
			If you help use he's got a chance,
			lady.

					CASEY
			Billy's in the first room off the
			hall ... With rosalie ... He's
			makin' her happy tonight.  You
			don't understand about the way it
			is with him, do ya?

					CATES
			Where's ganz?

					CASEY
			In the back.  Down the other
			corridor.

	Cates looks at Reggie.

					CATES
			Looks like you're gonna get your
			chance.

	They move upward...

	INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

	Cates is stealthily going to the end of the second corridor
	of the kitchen and living room area. That corridor turns at
	a sharp angle and goes to the back. Hammond is at the very
	front of that first corridor..at a door ... he shoves it back.

	INT. FIRST BEDROOM

	There is a bed and  Rosalie, undressed, is in it... Billy is
	seated on the edge of it... pants on, shirt off, pulling on
	his boots. Suddenly, Hammond is pointing a gun at him...

					HAMMOND
			Give it up, Billy.  You got no
			shot at it.

	Billy stands.

					ROSALIE
			Don't let him hurt met Billy.
			You're not gonna let 'em hurt me,
			are ya?

					BILLY
			He won't hurt you.  He ain't gonna
			do nothin' to you, he's just after
			me.

					HAMMOND
			I'm tellin' ya, Billy, give it up.

					BILLY
			I never was much for bein'
			rehabilitated.

	Billy looks at Hammond.  With lightning sudden quickness, he
	reaches and produces a huge Bowie knife from behind his back.
	Billy smiles, laughs...then with a sudden, awful roar, he
	leaps at Hamnond who unflinchingly fires his pistol.  The big
	slugs stop Billy cold and throw him back against the bed as
	Rosalie shrieks.

	INT. BACK BEDROOM

	Ganz, half-dressed, asleep, gun in hand, throws himself off
	the bed, pushes Sally out of the way ... opens the door and
	starts firing furiously down the corridor... He grabs the
	briefcase and runs to the window.

	INT. CORRIDOR/DOOWAY TO BACK BEDROOM

	Cates has ducked the bullets ... he is inching toward the
	door...

	He pulls it open...Ganz from the window fires another shot
	which almost gets him then vanishes down the fire escape...

	INT. BACK BEDROOM

	Sally gets to her feett yelling, runs at Cates as he appears
	and futilely tries to hit him....He throws her down on the
	bed as if she were a doll ... He goes to the window...

	EXT. FIRE ESCAPE

	Ganz peels down the fire escapes hits the ground. He stops
	for a second... Then Cates appears, Ganz fires a shot then
	starts to run. Cates keeps coming...

	INT. FIRST BEDROOM

	Hammond hears the gunfire, runs out of the room...

	CATES

	Dives down the fire escape.

	BATHROOM

	Hammond enters to find it empty of Ganz and Cates, only Sally
	crying hysterically ... He runs out.

	EXT. CHINATOWN STREET

	Ganz runs out the back alley ...Cates pursues...

	ALLEY

	Hammond runs down the stairs toward the front of the building.

	EXT. STREET

	Ganz runs, turns out of an alley onto a street baked with
	neon light. Cates pursues.

	EXT. FRONT OF CASEY'S BUILDING

	Hammond runs out, turns down the adjoining street.

	CATES

	Following Ganz, holding him in sight, but unable to get a
	shot off...

	PARALLEL STREET

	Hammond running down a street near the one where Ganz is
	being chased...

	MAIN STREET

	Cates fires at Ganz ... Ganz ducks in a doorway...

	HAMMOND

	on his street hears the shot... he runs toward it, down a
	narrow alley between two buildings....

	EXT. DOORWAY AT END OF ALLEY

	Ganz hears footsteps approach from the opposite direction of
	Cates.  They move very close to where be is crouched... it is
	Hammond coming toward him... Ganz suddenly rolls a garbage
	can in his path, dropping him like a stone.

	CATES

	Comes toward where he expects to find Ganz... Ganz has his
	arm around Hammond's throat and his gun to his ear...

					GANZ
			Drop it... you come up against me,
			you're gonna lose...

	Hammond drops his gun.

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Hey, cop, come on...l got
			something for ya... come on...

	EXT.  MAIN STREET

	Cates comes out of the doorway from which he's fired...and
	comes into the middle of the street, gun up ... he puts it
	down when he sees Ganz with Hammond in jeopardy.  The hand
	that's around Hammond's throat also holds the black bag.
	Cates walks forward, his gun down at his side...

					GANZ
			After I get outta this, cop...I'm
			gonna live forever...

					CATES
			I don't think you're gonna make it.

					GANZ
			Whaddya mean...I got your gun ...
			I got his money... I got
			everything...

					HAMMOND
			Give up.  He's crazy.  He'll kill
			us both.

	Cates still walking...

					GANZ
			He won't try it. He's a fucking
			chickenshit cop. They're all
			fucking wimps, right, Cates?

	They are now closer to each other. Ganz holding Hammond and
	the money...

					GANZ
					 (continuing)
			Okay, cop ... give me your gun and
			I'll let him live. Come on, Cates,
			you're real good at giving up your
			gun.

	Cates keeps the same methodical pace...

					CATES
			Sure...

	Suddenly, he crouches and fires twice. Hammond twists as Ganz
	also fires. Ganz is hit in the collarbone and driven ten feet
	backward. His grip on Hammond drops, Hammond dives to the
	ground, looks at Cates.

					HAMMOND
			Jesus Christ, I didn't think you'd
			really do it. You are crazy.

	Ganz' gun still in his hand, but his arm useless at his side.
	Cates is frozen in the crouch, ready to fire again.

	Ganz is in enormous pain holding his bleeding chest... A look
	of childish disbelief passes over his face.

					GANZ
			I got hit.  I can't believe it. I
			got shot.

					CATES
			You're done.  End of story.

					GANZ
			I ain't gonna beg for my life. It
			ain't cool.

	He runs at Cates full-speed, screaming, roaring, then is
	stopped by two more bullets that tear fist-sized holes in his
	chest. Cates rises from his crouch. Takes his gun out of
	Ganz' now lifeless hand. Then goes over to Hammond...

					HAMMOND
			Yours?

	Cates raises the pistol.

					CATES
			Mine...

	Pause.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			You okay?

					HAMMOND
			Yeah.  But I wasn't there for a
			second.

					CATES
			You did pick a real strange time
			to go and be brave all on your
			own...

	Hammond smiles.

					HAMMOND
			Just tryin' to get the money,
			Jack.  Just tryin' to build up a
			few points on that merit system.

	Cates smiles back, picks up the black bag as they move off.

	TRANSITION.

	ELAINE'S BATHROOM

	Cates in the tub, steam rushing from the water.

	Elaine sits on the porcelain edge as he splashes and soaps...

					ELAINE
			How'd they take it back at
			headquarters?

					CATES
			Usual bullshit.  You make one
			smart move and everybody wants to
			be your friend... You know
			somethin', shootin' guys sucks.
			Especially compared to this.

					ELAINE
			I've been waiting a long time to
			hear you say that.

					CATES
			Yeah, bein' a hard-ass all the
			time is a real drag, but it works.

	He reaches out, lifts his watch from his pile of clothes on
	the floor.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			Three more hours...

					ELAINE
			Where is he?

					CATES
			Promised I'd turn my back while
			he... ah, never mind...

					ELAINE
			Tell me.

					CATES
			He's takin' care of the same
			business I'll be takin' care of -
			soon as I dry off.

	Elaine smiles, leans close.

					ELAINE
			You're impossible...

					CATES
			That's what I always say.

	TRANSITION.

	CANDY'S ROOM - NIGHT

	Minimal crummy hotel room accommodations... Hammond is
	kissing her at the door, finishing buttoning all his buttons.

	He reaches for a wallet, gives her several bills.

					HAMMOND
			Here you go, baby.

					CANDY
			Hey, don't do that.  I said I
			wasn't a pro, remember?

					HAMMOND
			Hey, no, I'm tryin' to be nice.
			Buy yourself something pretty.
			I'd do it, but I got to go.  I got
			this cop waitin' for me...

	They kiss... it's pretty romantic... She opens the door for
	him.

	CORRIDOR

	She stands at the top of the stairs; as Hammond walks down,
	he calls back to her over his shoulder ...

					HAMMOND
			I'll be back in six months...
			Maybe I'll make an honest woman of
			you.

	He gives her a big sniile.

					HAMMOND
					 (continuing)
			I'll buy ya the best dinner in San
			Francisco...how'd that be? Then
			we'll go dancin', okay?

					CANDY
			Now you're talkin'. See ya...

	He moves off, still smiling, holding the black briefcase...

	STREET - NIGHT

	on a picturesque hill above the Haight. Cates standing near
	the wheel of Hammond's Porsche.  Hammond comes down the porch
	steps from the hotel.

					CATES
			Okay, reggie, start bustin' my
			chops... Tell me how great you
			were with that chick.

					HAMMOND
			Hey, Jack, real men don't have to
			go in for that macho bullshit ...
			but I was fantastic.

			As a riatter of fact, I was so
			good, I may have my cock done in
			bronze.

	Cates holds up the black briefcase.

					CATES
			I guess this is what you want to
			talk about...All the pretty money
			that's inside here.

	Cates takes the case to the trunk, opens it, deposits the
	case, locks the trunk.

					HAMMOND
			Wait a minute, Cates.  I've been
			waitin' three years for that.  I
			don't think it's fair, man. What
			about the merit system.? You were
			gonnna give me a few thousand.

					CATES
			There's nothin' to talk about.

	Another long exchange of looks. Then be hands Hammond the
	keys to the trunk.

					CATES
					 (continuing)
			It's your money.  It'll be here in
			six months when you get out.

					HAMMOND
			And you're tellin' me you don't
			want any of this cash?

					CATES
			That's right. Not my style,
			Reggie..

					HAMMOND
			You are an awesomely weird cop.
			Sure wish there were more like you
			runnin' around out here.

					CATES
			No, you don't. If I ever get word
			of you steppin' over the line
			again, I'm gonna ventilate that
			suit of yours.

					HAMMOND
			Spare met Jack. I'm into legit
			investments from here on in.

	Cates gives him a very skeptical look, as they head for the
	car.

	Hammond gets in behind the wheel, Cates on the passenger side.

	Cates takes out a cigarette, starts to light it.

	Hammond takes the match does it for him.

					CATES
			Thanks.

					HAMMOND
			No trouble, Jack. But, listen,
			suppose I stay a crook?  Where'd
			you get the idea that you could
			catch me?

	They both smile. Hammond socks it into gear and they drive
	off into the far distance...

								END.