48 Hrs. Page #4

ELAINE:

(continuing)

It's cold as hell out these

mornings, and you know what the

man said, the coldest winter I

ever spent was the summer I spent

in San Francisco...

They don't kiss. He nods appreciately, the scarf in hand as

he turns and goes.

STREET - NORTH BEACH - MORNING

Cates comes out of Elaine's apartment building, crosses to

his whipped and battered 64 Cadillac convertible, notices a

parking ticket stuck under the windshield wiper...

CATES:

Son of a b*tch.

Shoves the ticket in his coat pocket, gets into the Caddie

puts the scarf around the rear view mirror, starts the engine

and guns away...

CITY STREET:

Cates driving the convertible; he comes down a hill and turns

toward the East Bay...

TRANSITION.

GOLDEN GATE PARK - MORNING

Henry Wong, seated on a park bench. Now very dead, a bullet

hole in the middle of his forehead. Billy Bear is seated next

to him on the bench reading the race form.

GANZ:

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

bench.

STREET - BROADWAY DISTRICT - DAY

LUTHER and ROSALIE, a young couple, turn a corner. A dark

parody of all-American young marrieds. They are bickering as

usual.

ROSALIE:

I liked that carpet we saw.

LUTHER:

We can't afford it.

ROSALIE:

Don't remind me.

LUTHER:

Whaddya want me to do, go out and

steal for the money? I hated the

color anyway; the color sucked...

Suddenly, Billy and Ganz descend on Luther and Rosalie and

pull them into their station wagon..

INT. STATION WAGON

Billy has Rosalie by the mouth, gagging her with his big

paw... Ganz has his gun at Luther's neck.

GANZ:

Surprise, Luther.

LUTHER:

Whaddya want? I thought you were

locked up-

GANZ:

I want the money, a**hole, what do

you think? The money that Reggie

hid...

LUTHER:

I don't know what you're talkin'

about.

GANZ:

You want that Indian to snap her

neck?

He mimes the gesture... snap...

GANZ:

(continuing)

Instead of worryin' about Reggie,

you better worry about me...

LUTHER:

Don't give me this, we were

partners.

GANZ:

Billy, go ahead, break it...

LUTHER:

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

the money.

GANZ:

When?

LUTHER:

I can't get it until Monday.

Honest.

GANZ:

You chickenshit punk...

LUTHER:

Honest. The place we stashed it

opens Monday morning. I can't get

it till then. Monday morning,

that's when it opens. After that,

I'll get the money to you right

away...

Ganz finally takes the gun from the neck.

GANZ:

I always liked you, Luther. You

were always a lotta fun to hang

out with...

Rosalie is rubbing her neck now that she's been released...

Ganz gestures to Billy.

GANZ:

(continuing)

We're gonna keep her.

Luther desperately doesn't like this.

LUTHER:

Come on, you can trust me. Please.

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