48 Hrs. Page #6

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.

CATES:

Hey, fellas, what's happening?

Radio said you guys had something

on...

ALGREN:

Not much, Jack ... Salesman named

Polson had his credit cards

lifted...

Algren nods over to the parking lot opposite.

ALGREN:

(continuing)

One of Polson's cards rented that

green coupe.

VANZANT:

Not too much for a big rough tough

gunfighter like you to do on this

one...

Cates smiles at the verbal positioning he's used to with his

colleagues.

CATES:

Suspect packed or is this a

laugher?

ALGREN:

Five and dime stuff. Polson said

a kid with a switchblade mugged

him and drove off on a motorcyle.

CATES:

Yeah, well, I guess you two are

experts at taking boy scout knives

away from teenagers...

VANZANT:

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.

CATES:

Hey, I'm just offering to help

out... I like to watch real pros

work.

VANZANT:

Help, huh? Sometimes your kind of

help tends to leave the suspect in

bad shape.

Algren...mediator... soothes the competitive situation.

ALGREN:

Hey, relax ... Jack, you wanna

come inside, fine... You can stake

out the lobby...

Cates, a bit disgusted at the politics of this moment, nods...

CATES:

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.

FRIZZY:

Aw, you guys were in last week.

You better ask around. I'm not

supposed to be hassled... I got

friends.

VANZANT:

Hey, park the tongue for a second,

sweetpants, we just want to search

a room.

FRIZZY:

Not unless you got a warrant.

CATES:

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 book.

FRIZZY:

Aw, come on, what the sh*t is this?

ALGREN:

We're looking for a guy going

under the name Polson...

Frizzy sits back down in defeat.

FRIZZY:

Okay, big deal. Get it over with.

Cates finds the name.

CATES:

Mr. Polson, room 27...

ALGREN:

Is he alone?

FRIZZY:

Naw, his sister went up an hour

ago.

Vanzant turns to Cates.

VANZANT:

Okay, like we said, you stake out

the lobby.

CATES:

Sure. Great. Whatever.

VANZANT:

You're not missing out on

Dillinger. This punk just stole

some credit cards.

Cates watches the two Detectives head for the elevator.

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