48 Hrs. Page #5

GANZ:

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.

LUTHER:

Stands shivering as it powers away.

WALDEN HOTEL - DAY

A small hotel on one of the quiet streets behind Union Square.

A GREEN COUGAR:

Pulls up across the street.

INT. CAR

Tha car arrives in front of the hotel.

GANZ:

Nice place, huh?

Rosalie is very nervous.

ROSALIE:

What are you gonna do to me in

there?

Ganz gives her a casual smile.

GANZ:

Maybe that's where I'm gonna cut

your throat.

BILLY:

He's just kiddin', you just keep

doin' what I tell ya, you'll be

okay.

They move out of the car, head for the hotel.

LOBBY:

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.

GANZ:

We need some rooms for a couple of

nights...Okay?

She smiles at Ganz.

FRIZZY:

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.

GANZ:

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...

BILLY BEAR:

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.

BILLY:

Hey, what about me?

GANZ:

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...

POLAROID:

A close shot of the dead man with the bullet hole in his

forehead.

GANZ:

Takes the photograph back from Billy and slips it into his

jacket pocket...

GANZ:

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..

GANZ:

(continuing)

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...

TRANSITION.

FRIZZY:

Number twenty-seven, Mr. Polson.

GANZ:

Put them next door, okay.

She gives him a slightly knowing look.

FRIZZY:

Sure, hey, you got the whole floor

to yourself...

Ganz sends her back a sharp look.

GANZ:

Keep your filthy ideas to

yourself, lady.

Ganz picks up his suitcase, walks over to the nearest

stairwell. Billy and Rosalie follow...

TRANSITION.

STREET:

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