Screenplay by John Fasano,
Jeb Stuart and Larry Gross
OPEN COUNTRY - DAY
Endless green hills bisected by a ribbon of highway. A
road gang clearing brush by the side of the road...
Twenty-five men in prison fatigues sweating through
their mid-afternoon labor.
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
Wonder what reservation they let
him off of...
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
How about the water...
Firewater, Tonto? Is that what
Billy whirls, swings at Ganz. Both men roll to the
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...
! Back off...
Brady pulls Billy away from Ganz just 'as one of the
other officers arrives... Ganz suddenly whips out a
pistol, shoots Brady at point-blank range. Before the
other Guards can even react, Billy comes out with his
own pistol, caps the Second Guard.
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
THE OTHER PRISONERS
Watching... .Then they all scatter in different
Hefts his weapon...
He and the big Indian run to the pickup, climb in and
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,
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
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
Get ready to duck.
Ganz dives for the floor. Three police cars go by,
sirens blaring, lights flashing. They pass the road
gang. Ganz reappear, smiles...
You know something? I'm having a
real good time.
The station wagon blasts down the pavement... Becomes a
small dot on the landscape.
A DOORWAY - NIGHT
The portal slams open revealing a man holding a huge
pistol, Jack Cates, S.F.P.D., a large and powerful
man... He stealthily moves up a stairwell.
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,
Inspector Jack Cates, S.F.P.D...
And you're wanted.
Elaine stares at him as Cates turns off the water.
What am I wanted for?
I don't answer questions, I ask
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, spins it...
Hey, you're right.
That's the way I see it, too.
Be puts the gun down on the edge of the sink, embraces
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
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
She smiles at him after this. It looks like they'll
kiss. Their faces are close. Then she lightly moves
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
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
EMBARCADERO - DAWN
The station wagon pulls up to a young punk, HENRY WONG,
on a motorcycle.
Billy Bear smiles and leans out the driver's side
You got somethin' for us, Henry?
Henry produces some credit cards. Billy passes them to
Ganz for inspection.
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,
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
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
You know, that's my toothbrush,
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? Please.
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
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
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
She is warmed up by the first part, amused by the
second; she approaches...
You know something, Jack, you
really are hopeless.
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
They don't kiss. He nods appreciately, the scarf in
hand as he turns and goes.
STREET - NORTH BEACH - MORNING
Cates comes out of Elaine's apartment building, crosses
to his whipped and battered64 Cadillac convertible,
notices a parking ticket stuck under the windshield
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
Using the telephone at an outdoor booth a few feet
beyond the bench.
STREET - BROADWAY DISTRICT - DAY
LUTHER and ROSALIE, a young couple, turn a corner. A
dark parody of all-American young marrieds. They are
bickering as usual.
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
locked up -
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
Billy, go ahead, break it...
No! Don't kill her. I can get you
I can't get it until Monday.
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
Ganz finally takes the gun from the neck.
I always liked you, Luther. You
were always a lotta fun to hang out
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
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
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
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.
I want her young. And tall. Nice
legs. Legs are important. Then,
real thin. Yeah. NO jeans-A dress?
a nice summer dress. You know I
want her fresh... I'll tell you
why, because I been hoein' weeds
and makin' license plates for a
couple of years... Yeah, I know you
don't get it...
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
Takes the photograph back from Billy and slips it into
his jacket pocket...
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...
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
Not much, Jack... Salesman named
Polson had his credit cards
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 colleagues.
Suspect packed or is this a
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
Help, huh? Sometimes your kind of
help tends to leave the suspect in
Algren... mediator... soothes the competitive
Hey, relax... Jack, you wanna come
inside, fine... You can stake out
Cates, a bit disgusted at the politics of this moment,
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
Not unless you got a warrant.
Maybe you should of been a lawyer
instead of a dumb skirt workin'
behind a register.
Frizzy turns to find Cates standing beside her. He
nudges her aside. Starts going throught the register
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
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 cards.
Cates watches the two Detectives head for the elevator.
SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR
Vanzant and Algren move down the hallway. Stop at the
far end. 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
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
Alright, I'm coming... hold on.
I'll just be a minute.
Vanzant and Algren waiting. Sounds of movement from
within the room.
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
Another Hooker cowers in the corner, pulling on her
clothes. She's a Mexican girl in a ridiculous 'Indian'
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 by.
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
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
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 Rosalie.
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
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 kill her...
With your own gun, cop. How does it
feel? Cates leaps into a wooden
phone booth. Ganz leisurely blasts
away at the booth with both his and
Cates' gun. Two bullets crash into
the booth. Ganz moves to check
inside the booth but sirens are
ominously near. Ganz finally
retreats out the entrance.
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 tine... we're always
the ones fucking up when you tell
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 down.
Just shut the fuck up.
The other cops don't intervene. They just watch. Cates
cools down, straightens up. HADEN walks by, or, rather,
Cates, I'll need to see you in five
minutes, exactly five.
The Old Cop hands Cates a gun, a traditional Army
Best I can do.
D'you read me, Cates...
Haden continues moving away.
Five minutes. I heard you, your
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 here, honey...
Gimme a break, huh?... Look, I got
there. He was a trick just like any
other for all I knew. That's all
there is. He didn't feel like
sitting and talking. He was in a
big hurry to get laid. I was with
him about an hour...
Cates has gotten interested in the last part of this...
drifts toward her... A DETECTIVE comes through, begins
distributing I.B.M. printouts to Cates, the other
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
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
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
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 shot.
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...
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
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
Cates almost smiles at Haden.
Anthing botherin' you besides
losin' your gun?
Yeah. It bothers me when cops get
hurt while I'm makin' a play. I
don't like it.
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 lead...
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 news day...
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 gun is...
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
personnel responsibility. I like to
get the job done right. And if I
don't get my job done right... I'm
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
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
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
Cates steps inside the cell.
No answer. Cates leans over, hits the override button
on the Sony.
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
Sure, anything you want.
He tosses the Walkman to Leroy who dutifully puts it
Look, convict, I know all about
you. Single. No fixed address. No
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,
Henry Wong... My old pal. He's
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 partners...
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 convict.
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
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
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'
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.
Typing several of official looking documents while
seated across from a rather dour-looking bureaucrat
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-
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
Gotta sign for him.
He looks over at Hammond who smiles at him. Then looks
at Hammond's clothes...
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 hand, 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
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
Sure thing, asshole.
Handcuffs Hammond to the door handle. Grabs the car
You just hang on. And hope this big
move of yours turns out to be
something. 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
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
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
I'm tellin' you to drop the Goddam
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
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
Haven't seen him for years. That's
You just took a shot at me,
asshole. I think you do know where
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,
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 is one.
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
Luther, are you angry with me?
Cates wrestles Luther into the back seat, turns to
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
Assault on a police officer with a
deadly weapon. Carrying a concealed
weapon. Resisting arrest,
Disturbing the peace. Public
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
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 white 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
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
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
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
So what are you trying to say,
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
So where do you want to do it,
honey? You wanna hop up on the
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'
Yeah, well, my ass bleeds for you.
And I didn't get you out so you
could go on a Goddamn "trim"
hunt... stop moaning.
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, nice music...
Yeah, I'm hungry too. I know of a
place. Let's go eat.
Yeah, I want mandolins,
flowers...They move off down the
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 God-damn 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 readjusts 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
She's got the same complaint as
half the Goddamn population. She
can't get the job she's rained 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 Hammon 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
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
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
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
You need five years training to
handle a joint like...
Hammond'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
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
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
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
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
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 bar.
Maybe you better have a Black
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
Looks like you're on your way to
bein' outta business, redneck...
Now, let's see what can we fuck
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
I don't give a damn about his
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
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
I think you got something for me.
The gun you took off that redneck
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
You did a real good job... Guess
you deserve a reward.
Removes the clip. Throws it across the street. Hands
Hammond the automatic.
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 exercising women.
What the shit is that?
Looks again. A female form passes by, goes out of the
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 darkened room.
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
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
You better drop it or he's gonna
get another one.
Hey, talk to here 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
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
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
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
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 like you.
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 the night.
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
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
They 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,
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
So do I.
Hammond aims a kick at Cates' head. Cates blocks it
with crossed forearms, grabs, twists. Hammond tumbles,
rolls away from Cates. Both men struggle to their feet,
circle each other. Hammond moves in only to receive 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 brick
Hammond is faster... Cates is much stronger; Both men
on their knees. They look at one another. Silently,
they move to their feet. Hammond's back is to a wall...
Cates keeps him there, negates the lighter man's
agility. They slug away, each now arm-weary... Exchange
a dozen blows. Finally, Cates steps back, arms at his
side... Breath coming like a bellows... Hammond has to
hold on to the wall; one more punch would put him out.
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, guns drawn.
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
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
The First Cop takes out his book, starts writing. He's
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.
Pause. 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 good, Jack.
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.
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, swings into the
curb. 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.
Stretches. Then gets into the back seats.
Since you're wired on benniest you
get to stay up and stare at the
building. I'm tired, so I'm going
to sleep. They take Sunday off.
Place opens at seven o'clock Monday
morning. Wake me up at a quarter
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.
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
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
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
convertible. The car is covered with a uniform coat of
dust, except for the windshield which has been wiped
hastily clean. Luther waits for a break in the flow of
traffic, drives out.
Luther turns onto a side street and then suddenly
Cate's Cadillac appears... starts to tail the Porsche.
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'djust leave town.
I'm tellin' you the man's in
love... he wants to be a hero for
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
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
That ain't philosophy. That's
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
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 it works...
You got a very depressing view of
life, man... you gotta smile once
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 real dumb.
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
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
Class isn't somethin' you buy,
punk. Look at you, five hundred
dollar suit and you're still a
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
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 POV
He goes to the trunk. Rummages there... picks up a
flaming red suit.
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 set.
Under the suit is a nondescript attach‚ case. Luther
takes it, closes the trunk. Beads 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. Be looks
over at Hammond across the station and motions. Then
they both start moving in on Ganz, trying to intercept
him before he gets deeper into the crowd.
Ganz moves cautiously through the station. A crumpled
newspaper held absently in his hand. He scans the faces
of the commuters and spots Luther. Fails to notice
Cates and Hammond closing in on him from two
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
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 the chaos.
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 Hammond. Hesitates...
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
Ganz grabs a man beside him.
Shoves him hard into the passengers in back.
The man knocks over several more people creating a
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
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 bell 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 Patrolman.
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
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
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 again at the hotel...
Walks into a nearby bar.
VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB - HAMMOND
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 q salesman's display case.
Tightly spaced rows of handguns mounted in their
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 know that.
Yeah, I know that, but this is me
and we're old friends. I haven't
got the money so what are you gonna
do about it?
Give it back.
Try and take it.
A long moment.
Fuck you. You got no right for this
kind of play.
I'll got your money to you. No
Hammonds 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
My name's Reggie Hammond.
Big personality smile.
She turns away as he takes a drink. He looks at another
PRETTY GIRL (ANGELA).
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
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 who answers.
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,
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 are you?
Listens for a moment.
VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB
Hammond on the phone as the band rocks away. ("Monkey
Mash" - Track only)
Hey, Jack, how ya doin'? What took
you so long to call, man? I been
waitin'... I'm at Vroman's up in
the Fillmore. Yeah, Vroman's...
'Course you don't hang out here;
it's for the brothers.
I'll be there in a minute. You
don't move your ass, right?
Slams down the phone. Starts toward the door.
He dashes back to the phone, hits the other line. Hears
only a buzz.
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. You interested?
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
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
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
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
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 everything, Jack...
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
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
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 the street.
Oh no, not now!
Luther moves down the street with the briefcase.
Hammond pulls Candy back inside Vroman's.
VROMAN'S ROCK CLUB - BAR
Rock group still blasting away... ("Love Songs Are For
Crazies" - Vocal continues)
Hammond and Candy reappear, knocking aside a waitress
about to refill Cates' drink.
That was quick.
When you been in prison three
years, it don't take long. Let's
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
ANOTHER BUS STOP
Commuters look up expectantly. One of 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
Cates pours on the gas.
His eyes fall on the rear view mirror. A white Caddy
dances in the vibrating glass. Billy looks over his
shoulder at Ganz.
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 Hammondis 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
Cates says nothing...
That's rights I called him a
nigger. You bet I did... I saw the
report on that little piece of
shit. If he spent one legal day in
his whole life, it'd be a record...
This is it for you... suspension,
review board... you've had it. When
it gets 'round you protect a con
rather than nail a cop killer...
Cates stands up.
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,
Cates stands. Moves to Hammond. Handcuffs himself to
Where the Christ do you think
I'm taking my prisoner back to
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 seem right.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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 - CHINATOVIN - NIGHT
Cates and Hammond hidden in a doorway which affords
them a good view of the alley landing to Casey and
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 know it.
A woman appears, turning out to be Casey carrying a
Hey, there she is...
Whatever play I maker 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 vise...
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
If you help use 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
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 back.
INT. FIRST BEDROOM
There is a bed and Rosalie, undressed, is in it...
Billy is seated on the edge of it... pants on, shirt
off, pulling on his boots. Suddenly, Hammond is
pointing a gun at him...
Give it up, Billy. You got no shot
Don't let him hurt met Billy.
You're not gonna let 'em hurt me,
He won't hurt you. He ain't gonna
do nothin' to you, he's just after
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
He pulls it open... Ganz from the window fires another
shot which almost gets him then vanishes down the fire
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
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
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 shot off...
Hammond running down a street near the one where Ganz
is being chased...
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
Drop it... you come up against me,
you're gonna lose...
Hammond drops his gun.
Hey, cop, come on... l got
something for ya... come on...
EXT. MAIN STREET
Cates comes out of the doorway from which he's fired...
and comes into the middle of the street, gun up... he
puts it down when he sees Ganz with Hammond in
jeopardy. The hand that's around Hammond's throat also
holds the black bag. Cates walks forward, his gun down
at his side...
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
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 the money...
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
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
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
Cates raises the pistol.
Yeah. But I wasn't there for a
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
Cates in the tub, steam rushing from the water.
Elaine sits on the porcelain edge as he splashes and
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 this.
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 the floor.
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 dry off.
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
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
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
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,
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 yours.
Spare met Jack. I'm into legit
investments from here on in.
Cates gives him a very skeptical look, as they head for
Hammond gets in behind the wheel, Cates on the
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
They both smile. Hammond socks it into gear and they
drive off into the far distance...