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Cates and Hammon booming along in the Caddy.

HAMMOND Come on, Jack. I want to hear about your girl. When were you with her last ... You get what I mean?

Smiles. Cates smiles back at him, almost cruelly

CATES I don't give out the details.

HAMMOND Last night, two nights ago, three?

Cates keeps smiling.

CATES Last night.

HAMMOND You have a good time?

Pained expression on Cates' face as he comes back to reality.

CATES Sure. Then we had a fight this morning.

HAMMOND At least you took care of business and got the important part in before she came down on you...Tell me a little about her. She got great tits?

Cates gives him a hard look.

CATES I get the feeling it's going to be real long night.

They keep driving.



The Cadillac drives slowly past a bar called Torchie's. Stops at the end of the block.


HAMMOND It's a long shot, but...Billy used to tend bar here a few years back. I heard him talk about it.

CATES This part of town, they'll make us for heat the second we walk in. Just back me up like you've got a piece...

HAMMOND Back you up? Now why would I wanna do that?

CATES If they kick my ass, they'll sure as hell carve yours up...

HAMMOND But you can handle it all right, huh? Real amazin' how far a gun and a badge can carry some cats...

CATES Bullshit. Attitude and experience get you through...

Cates and Hammond step out, glance toward the bar.

HAMMOND I been in a lot of bars where a white cop rousted me and some of the brothers. All those clowns ever had going for 'em was a gun and a badge...

CATES You need five years training to handle a joint like...

Hamnond's had enough of this debate.

HAMMOND Hey, you wanna bet?

CATES I got two problems. Number one, I'm not playin' games. Number two, you got nothin' to bet with.

HAMMOND If we come outta this joint with Ganz' phone number, or a dead Indian, or anything else useful, then you could turn the other way for half an hour while I get laid...

CATES Why? Anybody that talks about women as much as you do probably can't get it up anyway.

HAMMOND That's never been one of my problems.

Now, stop stallin', man, or else admit all this professional stuff you're talkin' about is a crock of shit.

CATES I'll tell you what happens if you lose... you tell the truth for once.

HAMMOND What are you talkin' about?

CATES You tell me what Ganz busted out for, he's after a lot more than just gettin' out of jail. And whatever it is, you're part of it.

HAMMOND I don't know what you're talking about. I just wanna see Ganz nailed.

CATES The bet's off.

Hammond thinks it over..

HAMMOND Okay, if I lose, I'll tell you anything you want to know...

Cates reaches into his pocket.

CATES I'm gonna enjoy this ... here, I'll even loan you my badge.

HAMMOND I thought you said bullshit and experience are all it takes.

He takes the badge anyway as they head for the entrance.


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.

HAMMOND This place don't seem real popular with the brothers.

CATES My kind of place. I always liked country boys.

Cates smiles, finds a table in the corner. A Cowgirl comes over to take his order.


Takes a deep breath, moves toward the bar. Smiles at the good ol' boys. They don't smile back. He sits down at the bar.



BARTENDER Maybe you better have a Black Russian.

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

Hamnond looks around the room.


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

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

The Bartender shakes his head, gives him a scowl.

BARTENDER Never heard of him.

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

HAMMOND Now how's your memory doin'?

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

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

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

The Bartender walks down toward Cates.


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


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

HAMMOND Up against the wall, cowboy.

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

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

Looks at the others.

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

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

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

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


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


Turns around at the noise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

PUNK What kind of cop are you, anyway?

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

Hammond turns to the Bartender...

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

Walks back to the Bartender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks desperate.

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

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

Turns to go, then turns back.

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

Smiles, turns and goes.



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

CATES I think you got something for me.


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

Hammond smiles.

HAMMOND You made that move, huh?

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

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

CATES (continuing) Credit cards?

Hammond hands them over with the knife.

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

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

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

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

HAMMOND Motherfucker.

He throws the gun away.

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

They walk up the block.



Neon signs with Sino lettering.


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.

HAMMOND What the shit is that?

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

CATES There.

HAMMOND Must be billy's girl.

CATES Come on.


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.

CATES Police! Nobody move!

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

CATES (continuing) Stay where you are!

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

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

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

CATES I said police. Now drop the goddamn gun.

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


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

Cates takes out his badge-Shows it to Casey.

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

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

Cates takes two steps toward Casey...

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

He takes two more steps toward her.

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

Holds out his hand.

CASEY You assholes better be real.

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

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

He snatches the bat out of her hands.

HAMMOND Don't have one.

SALLY I knew it. Call the cops.

Casey walks over to the phone.

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

After a moment, Casey puts down the phone.

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

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

CATES You can do better than that.

Turns to Casey.

CATES (continuing) How about it?

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

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

CATES Sounds like a real stormy romance.

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

Cates looks over at Hammond.

CATES Let's go.

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

SALLY Fuck off.

CATES Come on...

Hannond starts for the door with Cates.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

A long look at Hammond.

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

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

They walk past.



They two men walk toward the Cadillac.

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

Hammond goes into a street rap.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Hammond is faster...

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

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

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

Puffing away.

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

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

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

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

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

He keeps his gun trained on Cates,and Hammond.

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

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

FIRST COP What the hell's going on here?

Cates walks over, pockets his gun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CATES Goes with the territory.

He grabs Hammond and they head for the Cadillac.



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.

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

Cates straightens up from the wash basin.

CATES Yeah, right. You want to try again?

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

CATES They saved your ass, convict.

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

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

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

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

HAMMOND Motherfucker.


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

CATES Wait a minute.

Hammond stops.

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


A long moment; Hammond decides be has no choice.

HAMMOND I been waiting a long time for some money.

CATES How much?

HAMMOND Half a million.

CATES Jesus.

Hammond smiles his meanest smile.

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

Cates is unmoved.

CATES Just tell me about the money.

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

CATES He's after your money.

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

Cates just looks at him.

HAMMOND (continuing) We split 50-50?

CATES Not likely, convict.

HAMMOND You gonna let me keep any of it?

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

He smiles.

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

Cates smiles back.

CATES Where's the money?

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

Cates smiles.

CATES Right, partner.

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

CATES Yeah. Right.

They get into the Caddy. Boom away.


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

CATES (continuing) Where's the goddamn car?

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


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

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

HAMMOND You just drove by it.

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

Cates leans out, looks at...


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


CATES Okay, now what?

Hammond gets out of the car.

Stands on the sidewalk.


Then gets into the back seats.

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

Cates stares at the place.

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

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



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


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


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

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

Hammond yawns, eases himself into a sitting position.

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

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

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

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

CATES Guess what? Luther just got in line.

Hammond sits up.


CATES Musta got some primo bondsman.

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


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


LUTHER I want to pick up my car.

He passes across a faded form.


LUTHER Hammond.

The Attendant examines the form, surprised.

ATTENDANT This is three years old.

LUTHER Yeah, I've been busy.

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

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

LUTHER How about chargin' the battery?

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

LUTHER Great, just great.

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


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

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

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

Another street

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


Cates follows Luther through several turns.

The Porsche jerks whenever it speeds up or slows down.

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

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

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.


As they follow Luther.

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

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

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

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

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.

As they follow Luther.

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

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

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.


As they follow Luther.

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

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

HAMMOND Doesn't it get... Tiring?

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

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.


As they follow Luther.

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

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.


As they follow Luther.

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

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.


As they follow Luther,

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

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

HAMMOND No class...

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


The Caddy follows the Porsche.


As they follow Luther.

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

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


Luther pulls over to curb and parks.


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


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


CATES That Goddamn suit is yours?

Hammond winces.

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

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

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


HAMMOND 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...


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.


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

PATROLMAN (continuing) Put it down.


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

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

Hammond pushes his way through the crowd to Cates.

HAMMOND Shoot the sons of bitches.

Cates can't risk it...

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

A moment.

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

CATES You stay with me...

HAMMOND No way...

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


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

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

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

Ganz grabs a man beside him.

Shoves him hard into the passengers in back.

The man knocks over several more people creating a roadblock.

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


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

Cates bursts out of the stairwell...


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

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


Running for the doors...

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


CATES No! No! There they are!

SECURITY OFFICER Just put it down real slow.

The train doors close.

CATES I'm a policeman, you asshole!

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

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

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



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

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

HADEN Cates.

Haden, silhouetted against the light from the street.

HADEN (continuing) What the bell happened?

CATES I lost them, that's what happened.

HADEN How did they get away?

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

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

HADEN Which one pulled the trigger?

CATES The Indian. I was about 30 yards away.

HADEN You couldn't get to him?

Cates shrugs.

HADEN (continuing) What a screw-up.

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

Haden starts toward the street. Looks back at Cates.

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

CATES I didn't have the time.

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

Cates looks at Haden for a moment...

Turns and walks away.



Hammond across the street from Predmore.

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

He turns and looks acain at the hotel...

Hangs up.

Walks into a nearby bar.




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.

HAMMOND How you doing, man?

SOSNA Not bad, not bad.

Puts the suitcase down on the table.

SOSNA (continuing) You want to go outside?

HAMMOND Naw, right here's okay.

Dancers sliding and jerking in front of them.

SOSNA You sure?

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

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

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

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

HAMMOND I like this one...

Pockets a revolver with a deft move.

HAMMOND (continuing) How about some ammo?

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

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

HAMMOND How much?

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

HAMMOND Don't mess with me. How much?

SOSNA Five bills.

HAMMOND Five. On credit.

SOSNA This ain't a credit business.

You know that.

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

SOSNA Give it back.

HAMMOND Try and take it.

A long moment.

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

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

Hammonds heads for the bar.

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

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

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

HAMMOND (continuing) My name's Reggie Hammond.

Big personality smile.

RITA So what?

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

HAMMOND Hi there. I'm Reggie Hammond.

ANGELA I'm with somebody.

She turns away.

HAMMOND This ain't my night.

He drinks up.



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

KEHOE You look awful.

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

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

CATES Aw, bullshit, you heard wrong.

KEHOE Doesn't look like it.

CATES Nothing came in for me yet? No calls?

KEHOE Nothing.

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

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

Offers the phone to Cates.

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

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

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

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

CATES (continuing) Bullshit red tape.

KEHOE I'm heading out. How about you?

Cates shakes his head.

CATES I got to wait for a call.

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

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

PLAINCLOTHESMAN Yeah, he's here.

Cates stiffens.

PLAINCLOTHESMAN (continuing) Cates... line twelve.

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

CATES You motherfucker, where are you?


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

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

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

ELAINE No wonder you're so popular.

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


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

ELAINE You first.

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

Behind Cates, Kehoe steps back into the room.

KEHOE Hey, Cates...

Cates swings around.

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


ELAINE Jack, are you still there?

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

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

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

Cates interrupts.

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

ELAINE Jack? What was that?

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

Cates speaks back into the receiver.

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

ELAINE Jack, wait...

CATES Just a second, that's all!

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

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

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

Listens for a moment.


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

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


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

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

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

CATES (continuing) Oh, shit.



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

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

HAMMOND My name's Reggie Hammond.

Tries his big personality smile.

This time gets one back.

CANDY I'm candy...

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

CANDY Hey, what kind of talk is that?

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

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

HAMMOND (humorously) Goodbye.

She stops him.

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

HAMMOND Here you go sweetheart, throw it my way.

He gives her a kiss.

CANDY You're in a hurry.

HAMMOND Yeah, i been waiting three years.

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

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

CANDY What's the matter with my place?

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

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

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

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

CATES Where's luther?

HAMMOND Be polite. Say hello. This is Candy.

CATES Hello. And goodbye.

She looks at Hammond. He nods.

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

HAMMOND Here's hoping, baby...

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

CATES What about Luther?

HAMMOND What about Ganz?

Cates shrugs.

CATES We missed.

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

CATES Maybe we should pay Luther a visit.

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

They move to the bar.

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

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

Hammond smiles.

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

Cates orders two drinks.

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

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

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

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

HAMMOND You sure that's the reason?


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

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

CATES Yeah. Guess not.

Hammond gives him a big smile.

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

He nods at Candy across the way.

CATES Yeah, I see her.

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

HAMMOND (continuing)

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

CANDY Hello, again.

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

Hammond smiles, leads her out of the bar.

CATES Hurry back.

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


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


Hands her the receiver.


CATES Hi, it's me...

ELAINE Fuck you.

She slams down the receiver.


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

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

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

HAMMOND Oh no, not now!

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


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

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

CATES That was quick.

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


HAMMOND Luther's on the move...

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

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

He kisses her.

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


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


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 ...


Gets in.

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.

GANZ Open your coat. Both sides.

He shows he's not packed.

LUTHER Let her go.

GANZ First, the money.

Luther takes a step.

GANZ (continuing) Just show me.

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


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.

LUTHER Rosalie, you okay?

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

And then he shoots Luther. Right between the buttons.

GANZ (continuing) I never break my word.

Laughs as Rosalie begins to scream.


Barreling down the street, ignoring red lights.

Hammond shouts over the wind.

HAMMOND Notice something funny about that bus?

CATES Yeah. It missed the last four stops.

Cates pours on the gas.


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.

Blasts away.

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.


Roars away...


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

CATES Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn!

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



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

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

Cates says nothing...

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

Cates stands up.

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

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

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

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

CATES I'm taking my prisoner back to jail.

Hammond looks at Haden.

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

HADEN Go fuck yourself convict.

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

Cates and Hammond walk out.


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

HAMMOND Hey, how'd my car get here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They get in and drive off.



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



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

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

CATES Don't worry about it.

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

ELAINE Hey, I don't believe it.

CATES Hiya, kid.

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

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

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

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

Hammond looks at her. He nudges Cates.

ELAINE Who the hell are you?

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

Gives her a big smile.

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

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

ELAINE Shrink major, not a shrink.

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

STRAGGLER Hey, lady, a drink here.

ELAINE We're closed.

STRAGGLER Hey, what the hell?

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

ELAINE Drink your drink, pay up and get out.

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

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

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

ELAINE (continuing) You real down?

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

He finishes his drink, puts down the glass.

CATES (continuing) I gotta call the station.

Looks back at Hammond...

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

Moves away.

HAMMOND Hard man to live with.

ELAINE How would you know?

HAMMOND Hey, two days with him is enough.

ELAINE That's no bull.

She looks at him carefully. They both grin.


In the phone booth.

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

Hangs up.


Cates returns...

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

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

CATES How do you know?

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

Hammond cuts in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CATES So what?

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

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

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

HAMMOND She's got a point there, Jack.

Smiles. Cates reflects for a moment.

CATES It's the only thing we got.

He looks at Elaine.

CATES (continuing) Whaddya think?

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

CATES Let's go, Reggie.

He kisses Elaine.

HAMMOND Do I get to kiss her too?

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

They exit the bar.



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

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

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

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

HAMMOND Hey, there she is...

CATES Whatever play I maker just back me up.

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

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

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

CATES Partnership?

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

Cates gives him a smile.

CATES Let's just do it.


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

CATES I hear you've got visitors.

CASEY Would you guys...

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

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

HAMMOND He means it...

She looks at Cates, knows Hammond's correct.

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

A long moment.

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

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

CATES You're gonna help us take him.

CASEY No chance.

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

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

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

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

CATES Where's ganz?

CASEY In the back. Down the other corridor.

Cates looks at Reggie.

CATES Looks like you're gonna get your chance.

They move upward...


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.


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

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

Billy stands.

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

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

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

BILLY I never was much for bein' rehabilitated.

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


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.


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

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


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


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...


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.


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


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


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


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....


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


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

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

Hammond drops his gun.

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


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

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

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

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

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

Cates still walking...

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

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

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

Cates keeps the same methodical pace...

CATES Sure...

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

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

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

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

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

CATES You're done. End of story.

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

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


Cates raises the pistol.

CATES Mine...


CATES (continuing) You okay?

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

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

Hammond smiles.

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

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



Cates in the tub, steam rushing from the water.

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

ELAINE How'd they take it back at headquarters?

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

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

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

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

CATES (continuing) Three more hours...

ELAINE Where is he?

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

ELAINE Tell me.

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

Elaine smiles, leans close.

ELAINE You're impossible...

CATES That's what I always say.



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

He reaches for a wallet, gives her several bills.

HAMMOND Here you go, baby.

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

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

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


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

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

He gives her a big sniile.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Cates holds up the black briefcase.

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

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

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

CATES There's nothin' to talk about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cates takes out a cigarette, starts to light it.

Hammond takes the match does it for him.

CATES Thanks.

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

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




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