Another 48 Hrs. Page #7

l could get him half his money back.

lf you offer me a bribe, l could

tell him you were too fast for me.

l am too fast for you.

Oh, hi. Almost finished.

- Anybody else with them?

- No, just the three of them.

There was this skinny black guy.

The oldest was talking to him.

Black guy?.

Was he something like this?

Yeah, that's him.

He was okay, he didn't bother me.

lf they come in again, call the police

and ask for lnspector Kehoe.

- Here's half your money.

- Where are my credit cards?

The deal was for the money.

Your cards are in the bathroom.

You gotta give it all you've got

- Jack Cates. Remember me?

- l don't think so.

You busted me in the back seat

of a Camaro with a girl.

- That doesn't sound like me.

- lt turns out she was under age.

- Sh*t happens.

- l didn't steal that car, my buddy did.

- You ought to pick better buddies.

- l got two years.

l don't wanna get into a bar fight.

People always get into bar fights,

it's a clich.

You see it in the motion pictures.

People get kicked in the head,

beer bottles and furniture...

l'm kicking two years out of your ass!

Have you got a gun?

ln case they stick the place up.

All right, knock this sh*t off.

l have been having a bad day.

l just got out of jail.

Already l've been shot at. l was

on a bus that flipped over 1 7 times.

A b*tch tried to stab me,

and somebody blew up my Porsche.

l usually don't jump in

when somebody's getting beat down,

but Jack Cates

is helping me straighten things out.

- Now let us go about our business.

- Because you've got a gun?

- Because l'll pop a cap in your ass.

- You don't have the guts to use it.

Anybody else want a limp?

Sorry about the kneecap.

l got a little excited.

- You blew that investigation.

- You disappeared on me.

- Didn't know l had to save your ass.

- l didn't need your help.

l should've had my spare gun.

Then l get in a bar fight.

Jesus, Jack, what are you doing?

- Hey!

- What was that for?.

That was for the basketball.

Now we're even, we can start fresh.

l got to get out of here.

The deal is off.

- F*** this!

- Bullshit. Get in the car.

Were you born a shithead

or did you take lessons?

Don't take it so damn personal.

Come on, let's go.

- Stay the f*** away from me.

- Don't be stupid.

- Where are you going?

- Away from you.

Your tip turned out okay. Ganz' lady

lives down at the King Mei Hotel.

Bye, Jack. F*** you, Jack.

Sh*t!

Here's the story on one of the bikers.

Ganz, Richard. Member of

the Western Brotherhood bike gang.

Seven outstanding warrants.

- L.A. bike gangs?

- Yeah. LAPD has more coming in.

- l'll be right over.

- The man is on suspension!

That ain't a good idea.

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