Steven E. De Souza
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
Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
sidearms, sunglasses; they look like they mean it.
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...
BRADY is the Guard near the center of the work gang; he smiles
at the oncoming man, pokes a prisoner beside him.
Wonder what reservation they let him
The prisoner is GANZ who looks up, grins at Brady...
Yeah, there goes the neighborhood.
Brady laughs as Billy Bear closes in on him.
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...
Maybe you shoulda stole a better
You got a real big mouth, convict.
It's okay, chief. He's just joking...
How about the water...
Firewater, Tonto? Is that what you...
Billy whirls, swings at Ganz. Both men roll to the ground.
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.
That's a state prisoner, asshole...!
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
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.
Smiling, fires twice. but the range is too great for pistol
THE OTHER PRISONERS
Watching.... Then they all scatter in different directions...
Hefts his weapon...
He and the big Indian run to the pickup, climb in and roar
The THIRD GUARD making a call on the police radio...
APO 657, Unit 25 to APO 478t APO
657t Unit 25 to APO 478.
Go ahead, Unit 25.
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 the 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.
Ganz and Billy climb inside and roar off, back in the
direction of the road gang.
Takes off his hat, puts on a baseball cap and sunglasses...
Get ready to duck.
Ganz dives for the floor. Three police cars go by, sirens
blaring, lights flashing. They pass the road gang. Ganz
You know something? I'm having a
real good time.
The station wagon blasts down the pavement... Becomes a small
dot on the landscape.
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.
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.
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.
Inspector Jack Cates, S.F.P.D... And
Elaine stares at him as Cates turns off the water.
What am I wanted for?
I don't answer questions, I ask 'em...
A moment as she continues to stare at his pistol.
I don't think your gun's loaded...
This is a .44 Magnum, the most
powerful handgun in the world. You
gotta ask yourself just one question.
Are you feelin' lucky?
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,
Hey, you're right.
That's the way I see it, too.
Be puts the gun down on the edge of the sink, embraces her.
I'm all wet.
What's wrong with that?
They both smile.
Cates in bed with Elaine. She wears his shirt.
A guy in the bar called me a dumb
What'd you do?
Irrigated his face with the shot of
J and B I'd just poured him. Then I
tried to deck the sucker.
I guess he got the message...
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...
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.
Aren't you the one that thinks all
psychotherapy is bullshit?
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.
If this is your idea of sympathetic
interest in my problems, I'll take
Hey, you know what I really think?
Tell me--I'm dyin' to hear it.
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.
You oversimplify every...
He stops her in the middle of the sentence by kissing her,
then pulls back...
Some things are simple, right?
Their faces are very close... but they don't touch for another
SAN FRANCISCO - DAWN
Tugs churning across the bay... Quiet city streets. Parked
cars covered with early morning dew... A newspaper truck
slowly grinds by, drops a bundle and moves on.
EMBARCADERO - DAWN
The station wagon pulls up to a young punk, HENRY WONG, on a
Billy Bear smiles and leans out the driver's side window.
You got somethin' for us, Henry?
Henry produces some credit cards. Billy passes them to Ganz
How hot are they?
Hot? Hey, they're not even room
Ganz snorts derisively.
How ya doin'?
We got a lot to talk about.
Yeah, old times.
We'll follow you. Take it slow, okay?
Ganz pockets the credit cards as Henry wheels away.
INT. STATION WAGON
I want to drive awhile.
I ain't tired yet.
INT. STATION WAGON
Maybe after we get done with him I'm
gonna buy us some girls.
Whaddya mean, buy?
Ganz stares at Billy.
Yeah, dummy. Money.
I never paid for it in my life.
It's better when you pay... they let
you do anything.
They always let me do anything. I
don't want to pay for it. I never
paid for it in my life.
Just do what I say, okay? We'll pay
for the girls and have a good time...
Don't you trust me?
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.
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.
What makes you think I have any clean
shirts at my place?
He buttons his shirt and heads for the kitchen.
Cates brushing his teeth at the sink, Elaine making coffee.
You know, that's my toothbrush, Jack.
He keeps brushing.
Maybe you ought to buy me one.
Maybe I would if I knew when you
were coming back.
He stops brushing, turns and looks at her.
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?
She pours some coffee, hands him a cup and saucer... Cates
pours some whiskey into it from a flask.
That's a fairly crummy way to start
Maybe I got a fairly crummy day ahead.
Maybe that makes a nice excuse.
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.
When you start with that attitude...
it's like I don't know who you are.
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?
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
He turns away, moves into the corridor near the stairwell.
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.
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;
You know something, Jack, you really
That's the way I see it, too.
Call me later.
You sure you want me to?
Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...
He moves closer, kisses her..
Thanks for the coffee.
I think you forgot this. Hands him
his wallet and badge...
Guess people ought to know who I
He turns to go down the stairwell...
Jack, wait. Here...
She puts a scarf around his neck.
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 appreciatively, 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...
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...
Cates driving the convertible; he comes down a hill and turns
toward the East Bay...
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.
Using the telephone at an outdoor booth a few feet beyond
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
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.
Hey, what about me?
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...
A close shot of the dead man with the bullet hole in his
Takes the photograph back from Billy and slips it into his
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..
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...
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
I liked that carpet we saw.
We can't afford it.
Don't remind me.
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.
Whaddya want? I thought you were
I want the money, asshole, what do
you think? The money that Reggie
I don't know what you're talkin'
You want that Indian to snap her
He mimes the gesture... snap...
Instead of worryin' about Reggie,
you better worry about me...
Don't give me this, we were partners.
Billy, go ahead, break it...
No! Don't kill her. I can get you
I can't get it until Monday. Honest.
You chickenshit punk...
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.
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.
We're gonna keep her.
Luther desperately doesn't like this.
Come on, you can trust me. Please.
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.
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.
The car arrives in front of the hotel.
Nice place, huh?
Rosalie is very nervous.
What are you gonna do to me in there?
Ganz gives her a casual smile.
Maybe that's where I'm gonna cut
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.
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.
We need some rooms for a couple of
She smiles at Ganz.
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.
Number twenty-seven, Mr. Polson.
Put them next door, okay.
She gives him a slightly knowing look.
Sure, hey, you got the whole floor
Ganz sends her back a sharp look.
Keep your filthy ideas to yourself,
Ganz picks up his suitcase, walks over to the nearest
stairwell. Billy and Rosalie follow...
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.
Hey, fellas, what's happening?
Radio said you guys had something on...
Not much, Jack... Salesman named
Polson had his credit cards lifted...
Algren nods over to the parking lot opposite.
One of Polson's cards rented that
Not too much for a big rough tough
gunfighter like you to do on this
Cates smiles at the verbal positioning he's used to with his
Suspect packed or is this a laugher?
Five and dime stuff. Polson said a
kid with a switchblade mugged him
and drove off on a motorcycle.
Yeah, well, I guess you two are
experts at taking boy scout knives
away from teenagers...
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.
Hey, I'm just offering to help out...
I like to watch real pros work.
Help, huh? Sometimes your kind of
help tends to leave the suspect in
Algren... mediator... soothes the competitive situation.
Hey, relax... Jack, you wanna come
inside, fine... You can stake out
Cates, a bit disgusted at the politics of this moment, nods...
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.
Aw, you guys were in last week. You
better ask around. I'm not supposed
to be hassled... I got friends.
Hey, park the tongue for a second,
sweetpants, we just want to search a
Not unless you got a warrant.
Maybe you should of been a lawyer
instead of a dumb skirt workin' behind
Frizzy turns to find Cates standing beside her. He nudges
her aside. Starts going through the register book.
Aw, come on, what the shit is this?
We're looking for a guy going under
the name Polson...
Frizzy sits back down in defeat.
Okay, big deal. Get it over with.
Cates finds the name.
Mr. Polson, room 27...
Is he alone?
Naw, his sister went up an hour ago.
Vanzant turns to Cates.
Okay, like we said, you stake out
Sure. Great. Whatever.
You're not missing out on Dillinger.
This punk just stole some credit
Cates watches the two Detectives head for the elevator.
SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR
Vanzant and Algren move down the hallway, stop at the far
Both Detectives draw their pistols and approach a door.
Summer dress and undergarments scattered on 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.
What the hell's wrong? I didn't do
Another knock. Ganz makes her move to the door.
What do you want? What's goin' on?
She grabs her dress and tries to pull it on.
Now ask who it is.
Shoves harder with the pistol.
Come on, ask.
She calls out.
Who is it?
Vanzant and Algren stand back from the door. Guns held ready.
Police... open up.
Lisa looks from the door back to Ganz. Then at the gun held
against her. She's petrified.
What do you want?
Police business. Come on, open up.
A smile on Ganz' face. Almost as if he's enjoying the moment.
Alright, I'm coming... hold on. I'll
just be a minute.
Vanzant and Algren waiting. Sounds of movement from within
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.
Ganz gestures to Lisa.
Just a second.
Ganz belts her with his gun; she falls... Ganz goes through
the connecting door. Slips into the adjacent room.
Another Hooker cowers in the corner, pulling on her clothes.
She's a Mexican girl in a ridiculous 'Indian' outfit.
Que paso? Que esta pasando? No
Billy goes to where Rosalie is awkwardly tied to a chair
with an electric cord. He pulls her to her feet as Ganz moves
When I say jump, girl, you better
Vanzant reaches down, tries the knob. Locked. Algren moves
back, preparing to kick the door down.
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...
Cates draws his .44. Races up the stairs three at a time.
Frizzy starts to frantically call the police.
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.
Ganz and Billy, guns ready as the carriage jolts downward.
Rosalie is terrified, sobbing...
Arrives at the halfway turn of the second staircase. He takes
the next flight in two jumps.
As the doors open, Ganz gestures for Billy and Rosalie to
wait as he heads for the 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...
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.
Frizzy has been standing beside her desk, screaming... Cates'
move and the accompanying bullets panic her. She dashes for
safety... Cates gets to his feet behind cover. Sees Billy
holding Rosalie by the throat. Frizzy begins to scream.
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.
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's temple. For the first time, Cates hesitates. They
face each other across the length of the lobby.
Struggles down the remaining steps into the lobby. He still
holds his revolver. Dares not raise it towards Billy and
Covers Algren from near the entrance. He's confused, doesn't
know what to do... He keeps hold of Rosalie.
His eyes catch Algren's...
You. Drop it and we won't kill her.
Algren tosses his gun to the floor.
Now, tell him to drop his Goddamn
Do it, Cates.
Do it, Cates. Goddamn it, do it.
Cates lowers his gun. Finally lets it drop to the floor.
Kick it over here.
Cates does; Ganz picks it up, smiles, looks at Billy.
Get the car.
Then back to Cates as Billy runs out the entrance with
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.
You lying son of a bitch...
What are you talking about? We didn't
With your own gun, cop. How does it
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
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.
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 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.
SQUAD ROOM DAY
Cates walks in. Several Detectives gather around him.
Read the report.
Two cops blown away by a credit card
booster... that don't figure.
They were good cops.
They were good cops who fucked up
and got careless.
A snotty YOUNG COP paces.
That's what you say, Cates...
But that's what you say about all of
us all the time... we're always the
ones fucking up when you tell it...
The truth hurts, doesn't it, buddy?
Cates looks at the Old Cop.
It don't figure.
I need to borrow a piece.
The OLD COP shrugs... looks in his desk...
Somebody steals your gun, you're
supposed to file a report.
Are you gonna tell me about police
procedure? Do me a favor, don't give
me a bunch of crap.
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
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.
Cates, I'll need to see you in five
minutes, exactly five.
The Old Cop hands Cates a gun, a traditional Army .45...
Best I can do.
D'you read me, Cates...
Haden continues moving away.
Five minutes. I heard you, your voice
As Cates is examining the gun, RUTH, a lab technician, enters
and drops three 8 x 10's on the desk near Cates.
They're still wet.
Cates lifts the blow-ups, each one showing a different aspect
of a spent bullet.
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.
You're an accessory to Murder One,
so you're going to have to do a whole
lot better than what we got down
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
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..
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.
Did he give you a return match?
He wasn't interested.
Maybe he didn't like your performance.
I'll take a raincheck...
From the side, Ruth is pointing at the photos...
This'll interest you, Jack... we've
got something here from your gun...
and these are from the first weapon
I don't get it.
She turns, produces the third photo. Pins it beside the one
from the Walden Hotel.
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...
Ya know, there are some very bad
people out there in the world.
Look at it this way, Ruth. If there
weren't, what would there be for us
Lisa continues with the Policewoman.
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 looks up as he hears that remark. Notices KEHOE, another
Detective, entering with a long suitcase.
What makes you think so?
I think he liked shooting cops a lot
more than getting laid.
Cates watches Kehoe unpack the box.
Is that what this guy Ganz had in
Every last bit of it. The big guy's
room was empty.
I'll help you out.
Cates and Kehoe start going through the suitcase. Kehoe
produces a speed loader for a .44...
This guy must have had a .44 like
yours, Jack. Now he's got yours.
Kehoe next produces several boxes of shells.
This cat was real serious about his
An Attendant comes through, hands Kehoe a file. He opens it,
shows the file to Cates who reads the name under the mug
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.
Who are all these?
They all pulled a bunch of jobs with
Ganz about four years ago.
Wait a minute, wait a minute... who's
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.
Tell me that's not the same guy.
Hey... Dick Tracy.
Did Ganz have a grudge against his
Haden comes out of his office.
Get in here, Cates.
Cates ignores him.
I think I wanna have a discussion
about it with any of the ones still
walking. Can we find them?
Here's the file.
Cates checks the file.
One of em's in the slam.
Damn you, Cates... Get in here.
Cates walks into Haden's cubicle.
I want to be left alone on this one.
Algren was killed with my gun.
Yeah, I read the report...
Haden shuffles some papers, seems to ignore Cates.
Hey, the bastard's got my gun. I
want it back.
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.
Anything botherin' you besides losin'
Yeah. It bothers me when cops get
hurt while I'm makin' a play. I don't
You might be more of a team player
and a little less of a hot dog on
this one, Jack.
Being a hot dog's worked pretty well
for me so far... Besides, I got a
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.
You really know how to send a guy
out with a great attitude.
He starts to go.
Try not to get your ass shot to
pieces. We got enough dead cops on
I'll keep it in mind.
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.
Great place for lunch.
Yeah, one of my favorites.
You made the front page.
He hands her a dog.
Yeah, Guess it must have been a slow
Jack, are you okay?
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.
I thought you might come over to my
place to recuperate. I don't have to
go to work until the day after
They begin to stroll down the street.
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.
Look, spare me the macho bullshit
about your gun...
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
Look, Jack, if you make everything
your personal responsibility, you'll
turn into a bad cop. It's not a
practical way to function...
I didn't get burned, two cops did.
Listen, I'll tell you about personal
responsibility. I like to get the
job done right. And if I don't get
my job done right... I'm for shit.
Here it comes again... the sacred
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...
I get that. The job first. Everything
else, especially me, second. I get
it. I don't like it.
No one asked you to like it... But
that's the way it is.
PRISON CELL BLOCK - DAY
Cates and a GUARD on the upper deck approaching the door to
the cell block... The Guard shouts upward.
With a huge metal clatters the door to the cell block opens.
CELL BLOCK - NEAR ENTRANCE
Cates and the Guard go through the door.
They move forward together.
It's Number Twenty-two... You want
No, no thanks.
The Guard shrugs, stays by the door.
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.
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 steps inside the cell.
No answer. Cates leans over, hits the override button on the
Hammond jumps, grabs his ears in pain... He pulls the headset
off and glares at Cates.
You got a name, cop?
Try Cates. And let's talk in private,
Sure, anything you want.
He tosses the Walkman to Leroy who dutifully puts it on.
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.
You here to write my life story?
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.
Henry Wong... My old pal. He's looked
He passes the photo back.
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
Cates swings the cell door back open.
Too bad, Reggie. I thought maybe you
were a smart boy. But I guess if you
were real smart you wouldn't be a
He smiles, decides to play his card.
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.
Ganz the one who shot Henry? Cates,
I asked you a question...
Yeah, I noticed...
Ganz is in jail. He's gonna be there
two years after I'm on the street.
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...
Cates, Come back here.
Cates turns, saunters back, leans against the door.
I can deliver Ganz. But you gotta
get me outta here first.
I can help you, man, but you gotta
get me out. I got to be on the street.
Get me outta here.
What's the big deal about you bein'
on the street?
I got a lot to protect.
It's the only way you're gonna get
I'll think about it.
Cates typing several official looking documents while seated
across from a rather dour-looking bureaucrat named BOB.
Let me borrow your pen, Bob.
Handed over by Bob.
You going to use your own name?
He begins signing the documents.
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
Right. Hey, no sweat.
He hands over the papers. Smiles.
You got him for 48 hours.
Bob studies the sheet.
You got a big career as a forger if
you decide to go that way, Jack...
I'll ring security.
PROCESS ROOM - PRISON - DAY
The GUARD leads Hammond to a steel cage. Hammond's now wearing
a beautifully tailored plaid suit.
The Guard shouts to ANOTHER GUARD on the far side.
Prisoner G21355... Hammond.
Okay. Send him through.
The gate slides open. The Guard gestures for Hammond 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.
Gotta sign for him.
He looks over at Hammond who smiles at him. Then looks at
This prison gives out $400 suits?
What are you talkin' about? This
suit's mine. It cost $900.
Hammond dusts off a sleeve.
We're supposed to be after a killer,
not a string of hookers...
Listen, it may be a little out of
date. You know, I got a reputation
for looking real sharp with the
Cates hands some papers to the Guard.
He's all yours.
The Guard walks away as Hammond feels Cates' lapel.
We could change this for something
good... Get you lookin' sharp for
Cates gives him a look.
I don't need to hear your jive. I
already got that department taken
You got a girl... shit... the
generosity of women never ceases to
Cates slaps a cuff on Hammond's outstretched wrist, then
puts the other on his own wrist.
Hey, no way. Take off the bracelets
or no deal.
You just don't get it, do your Reggie?
There isn't any deal. I own your
No way to start a partnership.
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.
Shit. I'm already sorry.
Cates yanks on the cuffs. They move away.
OUTSIDE THE JAIL - DAY
Cates leads Hammond out. They head for Cates' battered
This your car, man?
It looks like you bought it off one
of the brothers.
As they approach the car...
Okay, let's get down to it. I did my
part and got you out. So now you
tell me where we're goin'?
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.
Luther was part of the gang?
What gang you talkin' about, Jack?
I can read a police file, shithead,
and quit calling me Jack.
Just an expression man, don't mean
Cates gets behind the wheel and kicks the engine over.
I don't give a damn. It happens to
be my name.
Then what're you complainin' about?
At least nobody's calling you
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.
Hammond seated next to Cates.
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
Your pal nuts enough to take a shot
Luther ain't the reliable type. I
don't want you shot yet, Cates...
not before you been a help to me.
I'm helpin' you, huh?
Yeah. Didn't you know that?
The Caddy pulls to a stop.
Over there... 232...
Cates double-checks his .38.
You better let me borrow one of those.
Sure thing, asshole.
Handcuffs Hammond to the door handle. Grabs the car keys.
You just hang on. And hope this big
move of yours turns out to be
Opens the car door.
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.
Moves down the corridor, checks the rooms off to one sides.
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
regained his feet.
Luther rushes out the front door and heads toward the
Watches as Luther heads down the sidewalk toward 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.
Hammond, Drop the goddamn gun.
Hammond looks up. He sprints across the pavement. Aims his
gun at Hammond.
Quit playin' cop and undo this cuff,
Jack, I need to talk to this man.
I'm tellin' you to drop the goddamn
I got a whole thing about people
pointin' guns at me.
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.
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.
Come on, talk to him.
Hammond turns to smile at Luther.
What's happening, Luther?
I thought you were inside...
Meet my travel Agent.
Luther leans forward, looks straight at Cates.
I sure ain't his fairy godmother...
now I'm looking for Ganz... where is
Haven't seen him for years. That's
You just took a shot at me, asshole.
I think you do know where he is.
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.
Hey, this works pretty good.
Want to try it again?
Luther sits up again, glares at Cates.
Ganz and Billy got my girl, Rosalie.
I think I met her. Now tell us
something we don't know, like where
they stashed her.
I don't know.
Cates slams the car door against him again.
I gotta tell you he's having a ball
with this car door, Luther... You'd
better think of somethin' to tell
Luther hesitates... flashes a look at Hammond, who sends him
a silent fleeting reply. Maybe Cates sees this. Maybe not.
He ... he wants me to help him skip
I dunno... he's gonna call me...
Another look at Hammond.
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.
What do you think?
I think you better put him on ice,
He's gotta take that call... if there
If you let him run around till
Tuesday, he's gonna run right to
Ganz and warn him. Ain't you,
Luther makes a play toward Hammond, who laughs, doesn't even
Luther, are you angry with me?
Cates wrestles Luther into the back seat, turns to Hammond.
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...
BOOKING - POLICE PRECINCT - NIGHT
Two Uniforms follow a sullen Luther, Cates and Hammond to
the DUTY SERGEANT... Cates speaks to him through the small
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.
I'll think up a few more and file
the report tomorrow.
Cates looks back at Hammond as Luther is hauled away.
Come on, I gotta make a phone call.
As they move through the honeycomb of office partitions.
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.
This is Jack Cates. Any messages?
Elaine is on the kitchen phone, speaking while 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.
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....
Elaine, look, I'm in the middle of
some 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.
Come on, Jack... you're making me
work too Goddamn hard at this...
Jack is very irritated by this turn of events.
Listen, Goddamn it, if you think I'm
happy about it, you're nuts. I just
gotta take care of a few things,
This is not the way people who care
for each other are supposed to behave.
Cates says nothing. She hangs up angrily.
Hammond is working on the girls.
Excuse me, ladies, you seem to be in
need of assistance.
Look, we got enough problems, we
don't need no tight-ass court-
appointed lawyer trying to bullshit
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.
So what are you trying to say, fella?
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
So where do you want to do it, honey?
You wanna hop up on the counter?
No, we can go to the back room.
Cates walks over and pulls him by the shoulder.
We're on the move. Let's go.
As they walk toward a corridor.
Do you know how close I was to getting
some trim. And you fucked' it up.
Yeah, well, my ass bleeds for you.
And I didn't get you out so you could
go on a goddamn "trim" hunt... stop
Speakin' of moans my stomach is
startin' to growl.
We eat when I say we eat.
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,
Yeah, I'm hungry too. I know of a
place. Let's go eat.
Yeah, I want mandolins, flowers...
They move off down the corridor.
UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT
INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Cates and Hammond at a candy machine. Cates drops in a
quarter, throws Hammond a candy bar...
There's your goddamn dinner. Now,
They move toward a row of parked cars.
AT THE CADDY
Who'd you call on the phone back at
the booking station?
Just get in the car and keep your
Hammond gets in the car as Cates re-adjusts Elaine's scarf
on the mirror.
Must of been your lady friend...
Cates frowns at him.
You really do have one, huh, Jack...
What's her problem besides you?
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.
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.
Now, where we goin', convict?
Mission District. Gonna find us an
Cates starts the motor, slams it into gear. Accelerates out
to the street.
EXT. CITY STREET NIGHT
Cates and Hammond booming along in the Caddy.
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
I don't give out the details.
Last night, two nights ago, three?
Cates keeps smiling.
You have a good time?
Pained expression on Cates' face as he comes back to reality.
Sure. Then we had a fight this
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.
I get the feeling it's going to be
real long night.
They keep driving.
MISSION DISTRICT - STREET - NIGHT
The Cadillac drives slowly past a bar called Torchie's.
Stops at the end of the block.
It's a long shot, but... Billy used
to tend bar here a few years back. I
heard him talk about it.
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...
Back you up? Now why would I wanna
If they kick my ass, they'll sure as
hell carve yours up...
But you can handle it all right,
huh? Real amazin' how far a gun and
a badge can carry some cats...
Bullshit. Attitude and experience
get you through...
Cates and Hammond step out, glance toward the bar.
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...
You need five years training to handle
a joint like...
Hamnond's had enough of this debate.
Hey, you wanna bet?
I got two problems. Number one, I'm
not playin' games. Number two, you
got nothin' to bet with.
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...
Why? Anybody that talks about women
as much as you do probably can't get
it up anyway.
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
I'll tell you what happens if you
lose... you tell the truth for once.
What are you talkin' about?
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.
I don't know what you're talking
about. I just wanna see Ganz nailed.
The bet's off.
Hammond thinks it over..
Okay, if I lose, I'll tell you
anything you want to know...
Cates reaches into his pocket.
I'm gonna enjoy this... here, I'll
even loan you my badge.
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...
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.
This place don't seem real popular
with the brothers.
My kind of place. I always liked
Cates smiles, finds a table in the corner. A Cowgirl comes
over to take his order.
Takes a deep breath, moves toward the bar. Smiles at the
good ol' boys. They don't smile back. He sits down at the
Maybe you better have a Black Russian.
No, man, I think I'll have a vodka.
Hammond looks around the room.
places a glass in front of him, picks up the dollar as Hammond
flashes Cates' shield.
You know a big Indian named Billy
Bear? He used to work here.
The Bartender shakes his head, gives him a scowl.
Never heard of him.
Hammond lifts the shot glass and throws it through the mirror
behind the bar. Sudden silence throughout the room.
Now how's your memory doin'?
Fuck off. I don't know what the hell
you're talkin' about.
Maybe I better ask around, see what
your pals think.
I don't give a shit who you ask.
The Bartender walks down toward Cates.
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.
Up against the wall, cowboy.
The Punk breaks free, aims a massive haymaker at Hammond.
Gets a right to the stomach for his trouble.
Now, I said get over there by that
wall... You hear me, motherfucker...
Looks at the others.
Move it, rednecks. On your feet...
He grabs the next by the arm, yanks him up.
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...
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 crowded
Turns around at the noise.
That wasn't necessary, buddy. I got
this under control.
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.
You're in trouble, big trouble, so
you better start talking. Where'd a
boy like you make a score like this?
It's mine, what the hell...
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...
What kind of cop are you, anyway?
I am your most terrible nightmare...
a bad nigger with a badge that
entitles him to kick your ass...
Hammond turns to the Bartender...
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.
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.
Looks like you're on your way to
bein' outta business, redneck...
Now, let's see what can we fuck with
The Bartender doesn't have the look of a happy man.
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.
I don't give a damn about his girl...
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.
I'm tellin' ya, I'm giving you all I
Try obeyin' the law once in awhile,
and I won't have to hassle you...
Turns to go, then turns back.
But remember this, cowboy, there's a
new sheriff in town.
Smiles, turns and goes.
STREET - ACROSS FROM TORCHIE'S - NIGHT
Hammond steps out of the bar. He crosses to Cates by the
I think you got something for me.
The gun you took off that redneck in
You made that move, huh?
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.
Hammond hands them over with the knife.
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.
You did a real good job... Guess you
deserve a reward.
Removes the clip. Throws it across the street. Hands Hammond
He throws the gun away.
I sure am. Now let's go get us an
They walk up the block.
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.
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.
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
What the shit is that?
Looks again. A female form passes by, goes out of the room.
Must be billy's girl.
Cates gestures to the door lock. Hammond fiddles with it for
several moments. The door swings open. They step into a
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.
Police! Nobody move!
Hammond reaches for the light switch. Takes a heavy blow.
Slumps against the door. A Woman's voice screams out.
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.
You better drop it or he's gonna get
Hey, talk to her Jack. I don't feel
like gettin' number two along side
of the head.
I said police. Now drop the goddamn
Don't give me that police shit. You
Okay, look, don't shoot. I'm just
reachin' for my badge.
Cates takes out his badge - Shows it to Casey.
I don't like this bullshit. I've
seen fake badges before.
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...
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
He takes two more steps toward her.
Shooting a cop puts you away for a
Holds out his hand.
You assholes better be real.
She hands Cates the gun. Sally prods Hammond with the baseball
Just wait a goddamn second here,
let's see your badge...
He snatches the bat out of her hands.
Don't have one.
I knew it. Call the cops.
Casey walks over to the phone.
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.
Now, let's cut out the crap, which
one of you sees Billy Bear?
None of your business, cop. The son
of a bitch isn't here, and he isn't
You can do better than that.
Turns to Casey.
How about it?
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...
He's a goddamn lowlife, the way he
Sounds like a real stormy romance.
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.
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...
Hammond starts for the door with Cates.
If you find that bastard, Billy,
tell him to stay out of my life. I
don't need any more of his macho
STREET CHINATOWN - NIGHT
The two men walk among the bright neon lights. Neither of
them very happy.
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
You wanna leave, man? Let me take
care of Ganz all by myself.
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'...
I'm impressed with you too, Jack.
You did a real good job of busting
up a couple of dykes bedded down for
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.
Maybe I don't like the way you ask.
Who gives a goddamn what you think?
You're just a crook that's got a
weekend pass... 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.
STREET ACROSS FROM TORCHIE'S - NIGHT
The two men walk toward the Cadillac.
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.
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.
I guess the first thing I ought, to
explain to you, nigger, is I fight
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.
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
Hammond moves in only to receive two quick 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
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
Now, you bastard, you going to tell
me what's going on...
...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,
All right, you two. Don't move.
NO, no... it's okay... I'm police.
Yeah, sure. Get your hands above
He keeps his gun trained on Cates and Hammond.
My gun and badge are over there. And
I'm too fucking tired to raise my
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.
What the hell's going on here?
Cates walks over, pockets his gun.
I've got a burglary call. Two women
say a couple of hoods broke into
their place posing as cops.
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.
Why don't you do it? We got better
things to do than straighten out
So do I. I'll file a report tomorrow.
The First Cop takes out his book, starts writing. He's pissed.
I gotta file a report tonight
Goes with the territory.
He grabs Hammond and they head for the Cadillac.
ALL-NIGHT GAS STATION
Cadillac parked behind the service area.
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.
Too bad we got interrupted when we
did. I was getting ready to finish
Cates straightens up from the wash basin.
Yeah, right. You want to try again?
Naw, you'd just call your pals back
to bail you out one more time.
They saved your ass, convict.
One thing's for sure, Jack. That's
how you'll tell the story.
Cates dries off his face, starts out of the washroom.
I'll even put it in my report that
The door closes behind Cates. Hammond leans back toward the
mirror, nudges a tooth with his finger.
GAS STATION PARKING LOT
Cates leans on the Cadillac as Hammond emerges. Hammond starts
for the passenger side.
Wait a minute.
You come clean or we're going to go
again. Right here, right now.
A long moment; Hammond decides be has no choice.
I been waiting a long time for some
Half a million.
Hammond smiles his meanest smile.
How's that for a number to give you
heart failure? Guess you might start
to get the picture after all. Maybe
you're on the wrong side of the old
law and order business...
Cates is unmoved.
Just tell me about the money.
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.
He's after your money.
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.
We split 50-50?
Not likely, convict.
You gonna let me keep any of it?
Depends on how things work out. I
believe in the merit system. So far
you haven't built up any points.
Okay, from now on, I'm gonna be real
Cates smiles back.
Where's the money?
In the trunk of a car. A lot better
than under a mattress, right?
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.
They get into the Caddy. Boom away.
The Cadillac moving through the city... Clock on the dashboard
showing 4 a.m. Cates at the wheel.
Where's the goddamn car?
You're a real case, you know that,
This'll show you how smart I am. I
got it parked.
...For three years? Let's hope it
wasn't a tow-away zone.
You just drove by it.
The Cadillac makes a screeching U-turn, it swings into the
Cates leans out, looks at...
Narrow, multi-storied, with a garage-like opening and
signals... proclaiming 'Weekly-Monthly-Long Term."
Okay, now what?
Hammond gets out of the car.
Stands on the sidewalk.
Then gets into the back seats.
Since you're wired on bennies 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.
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.
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.
Beyond the skyline, grey streaks of dawn etch the sky.
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.
Hammond stretches on the back seat. Cates slams the door
I don't want you sleeping on the
Hammond yawns, eases himself into a sitting position.
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.
You took a big chance, leaving this
here all this time.
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.
Guess what? Luther just got in line.
Hammond sits up.
Musta got some primo bondsman.
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.
I want to pick up my car.
He passes across a faded form.
The Attendant examines the form, surprised.
This is three years old.
Yeah, I've been busy.
The Attendant opens a key file, begins rummaging in it.
We don't wash 'em, ya know.
How about chargin' the battery?
That we do. And we put air in the
tires. I'll even sell you some gas
if you need it.
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.
Luther drives down the exit ramp in a dated Porsche
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 Cates' Cadillac appears... starts to tail the
Cates follows Luther through several turns.
The Porsche jerks whenever it speeds up or slows down.
Jesus Christ, look at all the dust
on my car... why in the hell don't
he take it to a car wash?
Didn't know you darker people went
in for foreign jobs.
I had no choice. Some white asshole
bought the last piece of shit sky-
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
You'd think the guy'd be smart enough
to know he was being tailed.
Tryin' to save his girl, man. He's
in another world.
If I was his size and had Ganz on my
ass, I'd just leave town.
I'm tellin' you the man's in love...
he wants to be a hero for his girl.
Oh, yeah, does bein' in love make
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
I suppose you'd never be like Luther
and let a woman get to you...
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.
That ain't philosophy. That's common
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
Say, do you always work people over
like you did Luther?
If they don't tell me what I need to
Doesn't it get... tiring?
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
You got a very depressing view of
life, man... you gotta smile once in
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
Maybe Luther hopes Ganz'll give him
a piece of your money...
If he's hoping that then he's dumber
than I think he is, which would be
amazin', cause I already think he's
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
A long time ago, 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...
Yeah, it doesn't look like he's gonna
make it as a dangerous tough guy...
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
You know, I'd be embarrassed if I
let my wheels go the way you've done
with this job.
What you don't understand is, I don't
give a damn about how this thing
Class isn't somethin' you buy, punk.
Look at you, five hundred dollar
suit and you're still a lowlife.
The Caddy follows the Porsche.
As they follow Luther.
We're getting too close... Cates,
what's the matter, you been takin'
Yeah, most cops are pretty dumb...
But since you're the one that landed
in jail what's that make you?
Luther pulls over to curb and parks.
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
That goddamn suit is yours?
That was in style a couple years
Right. if you ever switch from armed
robbery to pimping, then you're all
Under the suit is a nondescript attaché case. Luther takes
it, closes the trunk. Heads down the sidewalk.
That's the money, Jack.
They jump out of the car, follow on foot.
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. He 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 away, 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.
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.
Put it down.
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
Hammond pushes his way through the crowd to Cates.
Shoot the sons of bitches.
Cates can't risk it...
You don't want to chance it, then
give me the gun...
Bullshit. Then I'm staying with the
You stay with me...
Hammond starts after Luther. Cates turns, starts to aim at
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 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...
The usually jammed area looks like an empty stockyard. The
patrons huddle in fear against any available wall.
Cates bursts out of the stairwell...
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.
Running for the doors...
Suddenly, a SECURITY OFFICER appears, riot gun in hand.
No! No! There they are!
Just put it down real slow.
The train doors close.
I'm a policeman, you asshole!
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.
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, silhouetted against the light from the street.
What the hell happened?
I lost them, that's what happened.
How did they get away?
They ran. As fast as they could.
Caught a train.
Haden watches the Morgue Personnel wheel out the body of the
Which one pulled the trigger?
The Indian. I was about 30 yards
You couldn't get to him?
What a screw-up.
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
Haden starts toward the street. Looks back at Cates.
Don't duck the bullet Cates. Why
didn't you call in for backup instead
of makin' a grandstand play?
I didn't have the time.
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.
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...
Walks into a nearby bar.
VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB
Punk Dancers all over the floor.
A rock group blasting away...("NEW SHOES" - Vocal)
At a back booth...
A MAN (SOSNA) approaches carrying a small suitcase.
How you doing, man?
Not bad, not bad.
Puts the suitcase down on the table.
You want to go outside?
Naw, right here's okay.
Dancers sliding and jerking in front of them.
I'm sure. Everybody here's looking
at everybody else's ass.
Sosna pops open the suitcase. Lid shielding the contents
from the patrons...
I got some real nice merchandise.
All of it's clean.
Suitcase arranged like a salesman's display case. Tightly
spaced rows of handguns mounted in their holsters.
I like this one...
Pockets a revolver with a deft move.
How about some ammo?
It's loaded... I got some shells in
Opens another compartment. Hammond helps himself to two
This is clean shit. No serial numbers
and never been used...
Don't mess with me. How much?
Five. On credit.
This ain't a credit business. You
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
Give it back.
Try and take it.
A long moment.
Fuck you. You got no right for this
kind of play.
I'll get your money to you. No sweat.
Hammond heads for the bar.
Stands next to a good-looking woman (RITA). Nods to the
Vodka. With a twist. And I want to
run a tab.
Served up. He knocks half of it back, turns to the woman.
My name's Reggie Hammond.
Big personality smile.
She turns away as he takes a drink. He looks at another pretty
Hi there. I'm Reggie Hammond.
I'm with somebody.
She turns away.
This ain't my night.
He drinks up.
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.
You look awful.
So do you... been a long day.
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.
Aw, bullshit, you heard wrong.
Doesn't look like it.
Nothing came in for me yet? No calls?
Kehoe's phone begins to ring. Cates watches hopefully.
Kehoe... Okay, hang on.
Offers the phone to Cates.
It's for you... Ordinance.
Cates' excitement vanishes. He takes the receiver. Kehoe
begins to clean off his desk.
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.
Bullshit red tape.
I'm heading out. How about you?
Cates shakes his head.
I got to wait for a call.
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
Yeah, he's here.
Cates... line twelve.
Cates snatches up the phone, shouts into it...
You motherfucker, where are you?
In the Chronicle Restaurant and Bar, a well appointed
establishment off Montgomery Street.
I'm at work, asshole. Where else?
Elaine! I... I'm sorry... I was
expecting somebody else... police
No wonder you're so popular.
No, it's... I'm just surprised you
So am I.
Jack, this afternoon...
Hey, look, when...
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.
Cates swings around.
I almost forgot. That pal of yours
from the Vice Squad wants you to
Jack, are you still there?
Yeah. He said he rousted a bar with
you last night.
Jesus Christ. Why the hell didn't
you tell me before?
I'm not paid to take your personal
calls. He was in some bar... off
The number... what's the goddamn
Jack? What was that?
Find it yourself. It's on my desk.
Cates speaks back into the receiver.
Elaine, I gotta put you on hold...
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.
Hammond... you son of a bitch, where
Listens for a moment.
VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB
Hammond on the phone as the band rocks away. (MONKEY MASH -
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
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
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...
My name's Reggie Hammond.
Tries his big personality smile.
This time gets one back.
Excuse me, baby, but if I don't get
some action tonight, I'm gonna bust.
Hey, what kind of talk is that?
Oh... You're a schoolteacher...
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'.
She stops him.
Hey, don't you think a hair stylists
got any interest in gettin' it on?
Here you go sweetheart, throw it my
He gives her a kiss.
You're in a hurry.
Yeah, I been waiting three years.
You just quit bein' a priest or
No, baby, nothin' like that. Look,
there's a place across the street.
We can go right over there...
What's the matter with my place?
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" -
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.
Be polite. Say hello. This is Candy.
Hello. And goodbye.
She looks at Hammond. He nods.
Well, maybe I'll see you later...
Here's hoping, baby...
Candy leaves and melts into the crowd on the dance floor.
What about Luther?
What about Ganz?
You missed... Luther took a taxi to
the hotel across the street. Made a
Maybe we should pay Luther a visit.
Let him get some sleep. He's going
to need it.
They move to the bar.
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.
So you took the rest of the night
We don't have too many cheerleaders
in prison. I though I might indulge
myself in a little trim.
Cates orders two drinks.
Tell me something. Why didn't you
just take the money off Luther and
Forget it. I want Ganz as bad as you
do and I got some other news for
He opens his jacket slightly. Reveals a shoulder holster and
accompanying .45. A long moment.
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...
You sure that's the reason?
Thanks for callin' in... and I guess
Maybe... Look, I'm sorry I called
you watermelon... nigger... those
kinds of things. I was just leanin'
on ya, doin' my job.
Bein' good at your job don't explain
Yeah. Guess not.
Hammond gives him a big smile.
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
He nods at Candy across the way.
Yeah, I see her.
I can just take her right across the
street to Luther's hotel. All I need
is some money for the room.
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.
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 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.
It's for you.
Hands her the receiver.
Hi, it's me...
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.
So... what did you have in mind?
Suddenly, Hammond sees Luther emerge from the Predmore across
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 -
Hammond and Candy reappear, knocking aside a waitress about
to refill Cates' drink.
That was quick.
When you been in prison three years,
it don't take long. Let's go.
Luther's on the move...
Cates jumps up, runs out. Hammond looks at Candy.
I'll be back. Trust me.
He kisses her.
Runs off after Cates. She stares at him in disbelief.
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...
Sees that the driver is Billy Bear...
The bus starts up. Luther hesitates in the front. On the
wide rear seat is Ganz. Rosalie beside him.
Open your coat. Both sides.
He shows he's not packed.
Let her go.
First, the money.
Luther takes a step.
Just show me.
Luther puts the case on a side seat, opens it for display.
ANOTHER BUS STOP
Commuters look up expectantly. One or two drift toward the
curb. Jump back in alarm as the bus roars by.
Ganz is satisfied. Luther closes the case.
Rosalie, you okay?
What are you talkin' about? I said I
wouldn't hurt her.
And then he shoots Luther. Right between the buttons.
I never break my word.
Laughs as Rosalie begins to scream.
Barreling down the street, ignoring red lights.
Hammond shouts over the wind.
Notice something funny about that
Yeah. It missed the last four stops.
Cates pours on the gas.
His eyes fall on the rear view mirror. A blue Caddy dances
in the vibrating glass. Billy looks over his shoulder at
Swerves into cross traffic, makes a big press forward. Comes
abreast of the driver's side of the bus.
Smashes a side window with the two handguns.
Cates driving with one hand as he draws his gun.
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...
Swerves as bullets pepper the passenger side. Stuffing flies
out of Hammond's still warm seat. The right hand windows
explode. Then the Caddy spins out.
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.
Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn!
Pounds on the dash. What's left of the windshield falls in
at the impact.
SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT
Cates at his desk. Hammond seated nearby, now with a bandaged
arm. Haden in front of Cates, furious.
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...
That's right, 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
Cates stands up.
He's got more brains and more guts
in one corner of his asshole than
any cop I've worked with.
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.
Where the Christ do you think you're
I'm taking my prisoner back to jail.
Hammond looks at Haden.
Goin' a little hard on him, aren't
Go fuck yourself convict.
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.
Hey, how'd my car get here?
I had it impounded. Come on, we'll
use it for haulin' you back to the
Back to jail in my own car. Ganz got
away. Got all my money. It just don't
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.
Sorry we didn't do better, Jack. I
feel like I let you down.
Naw, you didn't let me down. It was
a long shot all the way. We gave 'em
a good run at it.
Yeah, but we didn't get 'em.
They get in and drive off.
EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
The Porsche blasts by... These men want a drink.
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.
It's late, they're closing...
Don't worry about it.
The barmaid turns around to take their order. It's Elaine.
Hey, I don't believe it.
I ought to have you and your friend
Don't. We've had a hard night.
I can see that. Pardon me for saying
so, but you look like shit. What
We and my pal here have been taking
it on the chin for the last few
Hammond looks at her. He nudges Cates.
Who the hell are you?
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.
I'm not so sure I can say the same
thing... You don't look like a cop.
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...
Shrink major, not a shrink.
She pours three glasses of cognac. A STRAGGLER at the end of
the bar pipes up.
Hey, lady, a drink here.
Hey, what the hell?
Elaine turns to him; it's short and sweet.
Drink your drink, pay up and get
You can't do this. It's against...
Hey, just fuck off. My friends have
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.
You real down?
I've been better... Dead end. No
Ganz, no Indian.
He finishes his drink, puts down the glass.
I gotta call the station.
Looks back at Hammond...
Don't run off anywhere, okay? I've
already got enough to worry about.
Hard man to live with.
How would you know?
Hey, two days with him is enough.
That's no bull.
She looks at him carefully. They both grin.
In the phone booth.
Is there any report... No... Just
tell me... nothing... Yeah I
figured... Okay, sure.
ELAINE AND HAMMOND
Nothing. No sign of Ganz. No sign of
the Indian. Airport's clean. Train
station. Bus station. Docks... Shit...
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...
How do you know?
Jack, it's all over the papers. He's
an obvious type. But this Indian...
Hammond cuts in.
He was the only one of my bunch that
was my friend... He was loyal, went
all the way for you...
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?
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...
Yeah, too bad. They were real nice
lookin' too... In bed together, hardly
any clothes one watching TV...
What makes you think they were
lesbians, or as you so quaintly put
Come on, they were a little old for
a slumber party.
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.
When a guy hurts you, then comes
back bleeding on his hands and knees,
who knows, he might just be
Hey, Come on, shrink time's over.
They wouldn't go see some old
Oh, yeah, well look where you came
when you were down and out.
She's got a point there, Jack.
Smiles. Cates reflects for a moment.
It's the only thing we got.
He looks at Elaine.
What do I know? I'm just a bartender.
Let's go, Reggie.
He kisses Elaine.
Do I get to kiss her too?
If she's right, and if you don't
They exit the bar.
EXT. STREET - CHINATOWN - NIGHT
Cates and Hammond hidden in a doorway which affords them a
good view of the alley landing to Casey and Sally's apartment.
What if your girl's theory turns out
to be bullshit? I mean, they could
be in Rio de Janeiro.
I've got to play it rough with them.
If they know anything, I'm gonna
A woman appears, turning out to be Casey carrying a shopping
Hey, there she is...
Whatever play I make just back me
If we run into Billy first, let me
try and talk him in.
Sure, I'll give you a shot at it,
but Ganz is mine. You know, that big
Indian plays it for keeps...
Yeah, and I know Ganz sure ain't no
sweetheart... I wouldn't like it if
this partnership ended before it
Well, you got to admit we come a
Cates gives him a smile.
Let's just do it.
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.
I hear you've got visitors.
Would you guys...
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
He means it...
She looks at Cates, knows Hammond's correct.
Don't kill him. Please, just don't
A long moment.
You and the other one, you're still
Billy's girls. You always were his
Yeah. Sure, I'm crazy in love with
him, who wouldn't be...
You're gonna help us take him.
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
If you help us he's got a chance,
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?
In the back. Down the other corridor.
Cates looks at Reggie.
Looks like you're gonna get your
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
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...
Give it up, Billy. You got no shot
Don't let him hurt me Billy. You're
not gonna let 'em hurt me, are ya?
He won't hurt you. He ain't gonna do
nothin' to you, he's just after me.
I'm tellin' ya, Billy, give it up.
I never was much for bein'
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 Hammond who unflinchingly fires his pistol. The big
slugs stop Billy cold and throw him back against the bed as
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
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 feet 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...
Dives down the fire escape.
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...
Hammond runs down the stairs toward the front of the building.
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.
Following Ganz, holding him in sight, but unable to get a
Hammond running down a street near the one where Ganz is
Cates fires at Ganz... Ganz ducks in a doorway...
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.
Comes toward where he expects to find Ganz... Ganz has his
arm around Hammond's throat and his gun to his ear...
Drop it... you come up against me,
you're gonna lose...
Hammond drops his gun.
Hey, cop, come on... I 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...
After I get outta this, cop... I'm
gonna live forever...
I don't think you're gonna make it.
Whaddya mean... I got your gun... I
got his money... I got everything...
Give up. He's crazy. He'll kill us
Cates still walking...
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
Okay, cop... give me your gun and
I'll let him live. Come on, Cates,
you're real good at giving up your
Cates keeps the same methodical pace...
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.
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.
I got hit. I can't believe it. I got
You're done. End of story.
I ain't gonna beg for my life. It
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...
Cates raises the pistol.
Yeah. But I wasn't there for a second.
You did pick a real strange time to
go and be brave all on your own...
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.
Cates in the tub, steam rushing from the water.
Elaine sits on the porcelain edge as he splashes and soaps...
How'd they take it back at
Usual bullshit. You make one smart
move and everybody wants to be your
friend... You know somethin', shootin'
guys sucks. Especially compared to
I've been waiting a long time to
hear you say that.
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
Three more hours...
Where is he?
Promised I'd turn my back while he...
ah, never mind...
He's takin' care of the same business
I'll be takin' care of - soon as I
Elaine smiles, leans close.
That's what I always say.
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.
Here you go, baby.
Hey, don't do that. I said I wasn't
a pro, remember?
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
She stands at the top of the stairs; as Hammond walks down,
he calls back to her over his shoulder...
I'll be back in six months... Maybe
I'll make an honest woman of you.
He gives her a big smile.
I'll buy ya the best dinner in San
Francisco... how'd that be? Then
we'll go dancin', okay?
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.
Okay, Reggie, start bustin' my
chops... Tell me how great you were
with that chick.
Hey, Jack, real men don't have to go
in for that macho bullshit... but I
was fantastic. As a matter of fact,
I was so good, I may have my cock
done in bronze.
Cates holds up the black briefcase.
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.
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 gonna give me
a few thousand.
There's nothin' to talk about.
Another long exchange of looks. Then be hands Hammond the
keys to the trunk.
It's your money. It'll be here in
six months when you get out.
And you're tellin' me you don't want
any of this cash?
That's right. Not my style, Reggie...
You are an awesomely weird cop. Sure
wish there were more like you runnin'
around out here.
No, you don't. If I ever get word of
you steppin' over the line again,
I'm gonna ventilate that suit of
Spare met Jack. I'm into legit
investments from here on in.
Cates gives him a very skeptical look, as they head for the
Hammond gets in behind the wheel, Cates on the passenger
Cates takes out a cigarette, starts to light it.
Hammond takes the match does it for him.
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...
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