48 Hrs. Page #3
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- 1982
- 96 min
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ELAINE:
You know, if you let me come over
to your place once in a while, you
could put on a clean shirt in the
morning.
CATES:
What makes you think I have any
clean shirts at my place?
He buttons his shirt and heads for the kitchen.
KITCHEN:
Cates brushing his teeth at the sink, Elaine making coffee.
ELAINE:
You know, that's my toothbrush,
Jack.
He keeps brushing.
CATES:
Maybe you ought to buy me one.
ELAINE:
Maybe I would if I knew when you
were coming back.
He stops brushing, turns and looks at her.
CATES:
I'm here. And I've been coming
back for quite awhile... Let's not
hassle, okay? And can I have a
cup of coffee? Please.
She pours some coffee, hands him a cup and saucer... Cates
pours some whiskey into it from a flask.
ELAINE:
start a morning.
CATES:
Maybe I got a fairly crummy day
ahead.
ELAINE:
Maybe that makes a nice excuse.
CATES:
Maybe you don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
Cates picks his holstered .44 off a chair back and begins
strapping it on.
ELAINE:
When you start with that
attitude... it's like I don't know
who you are.
CATES:
What do you want to know? What
difference does it make? I'm the
guy in your bed the last three
months. I make you feel good. You
make me feel good. What the hell
else do you want from a guy?
ELAINE:
I wish you'd stop trying to make
me mad so I won't care for you...
I wish you'd give me a little more
of a chance.
He turns away, moves into the corridor near the stairwell.
CATES:
I don't have time for this. I
gotta go to work.
She stands frozen... He turns back and looks at her; it's
hard to apologize.
CATES:
(continuing)
Look, I'm glad I'm in your life...
and hell, with an ass like yours,
possible.
She is warmed up by the first part, amused by the second; she
approaches...
ELAINE:
You know something, Jack, you
really are hopeless.
CATES:
That's the way I see it, too.
ELAINE:
Call me later.
CATES:
You sure you want me to?
ELAINE:
Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...
CATES:
Thanks for the coffee.
ELAINE:
I think you forgot this. Hands him
his wallet and badge...
CATES:
Guess people ought to know who I
am...
He turns to go down the stairwell...
ELAINE:
Jack, wait. Here...
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