Wonder what reservation they let him off?
'Scuse me! My truck's overheatin'. It's 30 miles to the station.
Can I get some water?
You shoulda stole a better truck, Tonto.
You got a big mouth, convict.
Easy, chief, he's only jokin'.
OK, some water?
Firewater, Tonto, that what you mean?
GUARD: Jesus Christ!
Hold it!
He's a state prisoner, you asshole!
Goddamn it! Knock it off!
Hold it, you assholes!
Out of the way!
- Look out! - Don't move, convict.
LAUGHS Motherfuckers!
GUARD: APO 657 to APO 478.
Escape in progress! Two officers shot!
Fugitives are driving a blue pickup truck.
Two men. One's an Indian, six foot four, 200 pounds.
The other one's Albert Ganz. They're armed and dangerous.
We need help! Get it here quick!
Escape in progress! Two fugitives! One Indian and prisoner Ganz.
ALARM
Let me come to your place
and you could have clean shirts in the morning.
You think I got clean shirts?
MAN: Yeah, I want her young, tall, thin. Yeah, real thin.
She's gotta have nice legs. Legs are important.
No jeans. I don't like jeans. They're cheap.
A nice summer dress. Fresh, you know?
- I know you don't get it. - What about me?
I need one more for my friend. Make her an Indian.
No, you know, a squaw.
It'll be the Walden Hotel. It's Third, near Broadway.
And tell 'em to ask for, er... Polson.
G.P. Polson. Yeah, P-O-L-S-O-N.
Just be a couple hours. Right.
- Crummy way to start. - I got a crummy day ahead.
Nice excuse.
You don't know!
Sometimes I don't even know you.
What do you wanna know?
We make each other feel good. What more do you want?
Stop making me mad.
I don't have time for this. I gotta work.
SIGHS
- You really are hopeless. - That's what I always say.
- Call me. - Want me to?
- Yeah. - Good.
Thanks for the coffee.
- Jack. - Yeah?
It's cold. You know what he said.
- No. - Coldest winter I ever spent,
was the summer in San Francisco.
Hm.
No, we ain't going by the store again.
Start slow, save a little...
- I like it. - We can't afford it.
I know, but I liked it. Don't get crabby.
Want me to steal the money? I hated the color.
What are you...
- Surprise, Luther. - What do you want?
I want the money that Reggie hid.
- What? - You want her neck snapped?
- Worry about me, not Reggie. - Don't give me this!
- We were partners! - Break it.
No! Don't hurt her!
- I'll get it. - When?
- Not until Monday. Honest. - Chickenshit-brain!
The place doesn't open till Monday.
Monday morning! After that, I'll get the money to you.
I always liked you, Luther. You were always fun.
- We'll keep her. - You can trust me.
If you mess us...
I'll put holes in her you never imagined.
- Get outta here. - Ganz... please!
- Don't fuck up. - Ganz...
- Luther! - Rosie!
POLICE RADIO
Algren, you need any backup?
No, Jack, please, you make me nervous.
Your wife makes you nervous. You got something on.
Salesman named Polson had his credit cards lifted.
- Thief rented that green coupe. - Not much for you, Cates.
- Just a laugher, huh? - It's five and dime.
Polson said it was a kid.
You're experts at taking knives away.
We are, so keep out.
I'm just helping out. I love to watch pros work.
- We don't need you. - You want to come in, fine.
Stake out the lobby. How's the car?
- Great. How's the wife? - Mean as a snake.
Nice paint job.
- Hello! - You were in last week.
I'm not supposed to be hassled.
We just wanna search a room.
- Not without a warrant. - Actually...
You should have been a lawyer.
- Move over. - What is this?
We're looking for a man called Polson.
- Room 27. - Get it over with.
- Is he alone? - A couple of girls went up.
- Thank you. - Be careful.
- And you stake out the lobby. - All right.
- I'll let you handle it, Al. - Thank you.
WOMAN: This isn't my damn life's ambition. It's a part-time thing.
I'm getting money for my kid. He's with his granny.
You don't want to hear personal crap.
Are you listening?
Hey, did you hear a word I said?
How much money you got left?
Liz? How you doin'? What's going on?
Nothing. Just a couple of cops.
How was your date? You're kidding?
Liz, you gotta stop sitting still for that shit.
Yeah, put him in his place...
KNOCKING
Shh!
(Ask who it is, right?)
- (Ask.) - Who is it?
- Police. - What do you want?
Police business. Open up!
- (Keep on stalling.) - I gotta put something on.
Uh!
When I tell you to jump, you jump.
Call for help, now!
GUNSHOTS
Operator! Operator!
WOMAN: No!
SOBS UNINTELLIGIBLY
Jack, there are two of them!
I'll check the lobby.
RECEPTIONIST: Operator! They're fighting upstairs!
- Police? - Drop that goddamn phone!
Drop the phone! Drop it.
Put it... argh!
RECEPTIONIST SCREAMS
Ahh! Please, let me go!
Please, let me go...
Billy, bring her out. He ain't gonna shoot.
Come on!
Shut up!
RECEPTIONIST: No! Oh, my God!
GUN CLICKS EMPTY
No!
Toss me that goddamn piece, and he won't waste him.
ALGREN: Don't give him the gun.
Goddamn it, Jack, don't do it!
Don't do that for me.
UNCOCKS GUN
Get the car.
SCREAMING AND HONKING
Nice gun.
- What happened? - Read the report!
Killed by a credit card booster? That don't figure.
No shit.
- They were good cops. - They just got careless.
- That's what you say. - That's what I say!
According to you, we always fuck up.
- Truth hurts, don't it? - But it don't figure.
- Can I borrow a piece? - OK.
- File a report. - Don't give me that crap!
Two cops died because you fucked up...
Knock it off! It won't bring them back.
You know better!
I wanna see you now! We've got to talk.
- Do you read me? - Your voice carries!
Five minutes.
CATES: Ruth! RUTH: They're still wet.
A lot of people shot with. 44s lately. Heavy stuff.
People must be getting madder about something.
- You're an accessory, honey. - Give me a break...
The guy's name is Albert Ganz, a hitter from back East.
He worked here years back. Armed robbery.
Broke out of prison and capped some guards. Real animal.
Yeah, yeah.
- Did you get a return match? - He wasn't interested.
- Didn't he like the merchandise? - Fuck you!
We've got something from your gun and this from the first weapon.
- I don't get this. - A perfect match,
but fired six hours earlier, point blank.
Found him on a bench. There are some bad people around.
If there weren't, what would we have to do?
I got there, he started watching television and then you came.
That's it. Except he'll give you a hard time.
Why?
He prefers shooting cops to sex.
- Jack, check it out. - What you got?
- Stuff from the hotel. - Let's go.
Speedloader. He's got a. 44.
- Oh, Jesus. - He's serious.
- There's the files. - Thanks.
- Billy Bear. - Big Indian from East Bay.
Worked with Ganz a while back.
- Who's this? - Henry Wong, on the same job.
Kehoe, I want to show you something.
Look at this, look at this. That's Wong. The same guy.
Dick-fucking-Tracy.
I wanna talk to one.
One's still inside.
Good, good.
- Get in here, Cates! - Yeah, yeah!
Goddamn speedloader. Kehoe!
Leave this to me. My gun killed Al.
There's a policy about cop killings!
They represent a special priority.
Any man crazy enough to kill cops is a threat.
We're not in the revenge business.
- We know the truth. - Yeah?
What's bothering you, besides losing your gun?
It bothers me when cops get killed.
Be more of a team player on this one.
I've been working well so far. Besides, I got a lead.
You do it your way, fine.
Nail him so we look good.
But watch your ass, because everybody's watching.
If you screw up, you're going down!
You send a guy out with a great attitude, boss.
- Reggie Hammond? - He's in 18. Want company?
No, thank you.
SINGING "ROXANNE" IN A HIGH-PICHED VOICE
Is that Hammond?
SINGING IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE
Hammond!
Got a name, cop?
Cates. I wanna talk in private.
I know all about you - single, no relatives.
Armed robbery. Six months to go.
You gonna write my life story?
Not likely. I just need a little help.
Henry Wong, an old friend. He's looked better.
Look, man. I'm getting out in six months, all right?
I ain't gonna fuck myself up.
You've got the wrong person, I don't fuck my friends over!
That's too bad, I thought you were a smart boy.
If you were real smart, you wouldn't be here.
You'd be no help with a case like Ganz.
- Ganz? - Right.
- Ganz is in jail. - Didn't work out that way.
A big Indian busted him out. They capped two guards. See ya.
- Yo, Cates. - Yeah?
- I can help. Get me out. - You're crazy.
Put me on the street.
- Why? - I got a lot to protect.
I want Ganz, and we ain't got time.
- Bullshit! - That's serious shit!
You want Ganz, get me out!
- I'll think about it. - Cates!
Cates! You gotta get me out of here, man!
Get me out of here!
Cates!
Fuck you!
- Let me borrow your pen. - Gonna use your name?
Shit, no.
If this comes down, you don't know me.
If it all comes down, your ass is new-mown grass.
All right, you got him for 48 hours.
You could be a forger.
- Thank you, Bob. - I'll ring security.
REGGIE SINGS
- Hammond. - OK, send him through.
- Sign here. - Sure.
- He's all yours. - All right.
You needed me, eh?
You're my best chance. That's how desperate I am.
This prison does 400 dollar suits?
957, and I wore this in.
We're not after hookers.
I got a reputation for looking good.
Maybe I can take you for a pussy hunt?
I've already got that department taken care of.
- Got a lady? - Yeah.
The generosity of women amazes me.
Hey, I don't work like this. No deal.
We ain't got no deal. I own you.
This is some partnership.
We ain't partners, brothers or friends.
I'm keeping you down until we got Ganz.
If Ganz gets away you'll be sorry you met me!
HAMMOND: I'm already sorry.
This your car? You buy it off a brother?
Now you do your part. Where we going?
We gotta see a guy named Luther.
- He part of the gang? - What gang, Jack?
Don't call me Jack, shit-head.
It's just an expression.
It's my name.
Nobody's calling you shit-head.
I may call you worse.
Don't knock, he ain't expecting no company.
I don't want you shot before you help.
I'm helping you, huh?
HAMMOND: Slow down. Right there, 232.
He gonna be packed?
I say chance's probably about 100%.
Leave me a gun. I ain't sitting here without no gun.
Sure thing, asshole. Now, you just hang on.
I hope this turns out to be something.
What's happenin', Luther? Sorry about the door.
It looked real painful.
Luther! I'm talking to you. Luther!
Hammond! Drop that goddamn gun!
HAMMOND: That's dangerous, don't point that.
Don't point it at me!
Hand me that or you're dead.
Where is Ganz?
I haven't seen him for years. That's the truth.
You took a shot at me. You DO know.
Who gives a fuck!
Tell him something, he's having a ball with this door.
Luther, are you angry with me?
What are you smiling at, watermelon? Your big move's shit.
LUTHER: I defended myself while resisting arrest.
- I'm making a citizen's arrest. - Shut up!
- What have you got, Jack? - Punk with a concealed weapon...
- Cops are faggots! ... resisting arrest.
I'll file a report tomorrow.
- I bet. - Get out of here!
Give me a wake-up call!
- Goodbye, Luther. - What a friend, Reggie!
Let me get my lawyer!
Stay right here, OK?
HOOKER: Get your hands off me!
HOOKER: I'm not gonna take this from you!
No, you're not.
Excuse me, ladies, you seem to need help.
We don't need some court-appointed lawyer to bullshit us.
The city's coming down on people
involved with unlawful carnal knowledge.
TELEPHONE RINGS
- Hello. - This is Jack Cates.
- Any messages? - Just one...
a hot-headed lady who still wants her occasional room-mate.
She'd like to talk after she gets off work, if it's possible.
Look, Elaine... I've some stuff to do tonight.
I won't be by.
You're making me work too hard!
I'm not happy but I got to do something.
This isn't how people who care about each other behave!
Shit!
You're both gonna do a little time, 30 days each,
unless we talk some business.
You want to do it here?
We can go into this room.
Come on, let's go!
- I almost got some trim. - My ass bleeds for you.
You're not out for a trim hunt.
- Let's get something to eat. - We eat when I say.
That's bullshit. I want some food now,
or you can kiss my hungry ass goodbye.
You're treating me like shit.
I want some food in a nice place.
Hold it. Let's get something to eat. I know a place.
All right. I want mandolins and violins...
CATES: Yeah...
There's your goddamn dinner.
Come on!
- Who was that you called? - None of your business.
Get in and shut up.
It was your lady. What's her problem, beside you?
Same as half the goddamn population.
Can't get a job she trained for.
- What do you care? - I'm in jail.
I'm surrounded by blue suits. I ain't built for that.
With your clothes, you look like you'd love it.
All right, where to, convict?
Mission District, catch an Indian.
When you last get with your girl?
I don't give out details.
I'm in prison, I'm tired of lies about pussy.
- When? - Last night.
- Really? Was it fun? - Yeah. You know...
Then in the morning, we had an argument.
At least you take care of business.
Does she have like big, giant titties?
This is gonna be a long fucking night, convict.
OK, what's the deal?
Billy used to work at this club as a bartender.
They're gonna make me for a cop.
You back me up, all right?
- Why? - They'll beat me then cut you up.
You're a badass? Amazing how far a badge takes some guys.
Bullshit! Attitude and experience is what gets you through! Come on.
I been places like this when white cops came.
Their guns and badges saved them.
- Takes experience to handle this. - Wanna bet?
One, I ain't playing games. Two, you got nothing to bet with.
If we get a number, or anything that helps,
let me get some pussy.
Any man that talks like you can't get it up.
I've been in prison. My dick gets hard if the wind blows.
You got a bet.
But when you lose, you tell me the truth.
- What? - What did Ganz get out for?
What? I wanna nail Ganz, too.
Fuck you! Bet's off.
OK, Cates, look...
If I lose, I tell you everything you wanna know.
Deal. I'm gonna enjoy this. I'll even give you my badge.
Bullshit and experience, right?
Come in and experience some of my bullshit.
CATES: All right, let's see it.
Yee-hah!
Not very popular with the brothers.
My kind of place. I like country boys.
They're gonna like you.
Howdy.
- How-do. - Yeah?
I'd like something to drink, preferably vodka.
You'd best have a Black Russian.
FAKES LAUGHTER
Black Russian! Did you hear that? That's funny. I get it.
I'm black. That's funny.
No, I'd rather have plain vodka.
As we're standing here talking, all friendly...
I'm looking for Billy Bear.
Could you help me find him?
- Never heard of him. - Never heard of Billy Bear, huh?
Lookee here.
SILENCE
- Heard of him now? - What are you talking about?
Maybe you'll let me look around?
- I don't give a shit what you do! - Good.
SILENCE
Never seen so many backward-ass country fucks in my life!
Make me sick being here.
Where can I find Billy Bear?
I don't give a shit about your badge, nigger.
You big tough country faggot.
You out of your mind? Get up against that pole.
You think I'm playing a goddamn game?
Huh?
I'll say it again. This is a police matter.
I'm looking for Billy Bear. You want to cooperate.
That's not necessary. I got the situation in hand.
Some of us are behind you all the way, officer.
- What's your problem? - I'm on parole.
That's why you're running away? Sit your country ass down.
Right, listen up!
I don't like white people. I hate rednecks.
You people are rednecks. That means I'm enjoying this shit.
You're loaded. Where'd you get this?
- Tax refund. - Bullshit!
You're too stupid for a job.
You don't like that shit? You hate that shit, right?
What kind of cop are you?
I'm your worst fucking nightmare.
A nigger with a badge and permission to kick ass!
Listen up, man. One of them's under age.
Another attacked an officer, and I ain't found what I'm looking for.
You'll be out of business.
Let's see... what we can fuck with next.
All right! Now, listen.
Indian hangs with a chick.
Up the alley. She lives above a jewellery shop.
- Didn't ask about his girl. - Give me a break.
That's all I know! I'm giving you all I know!
Look, hoss, you start running a respectable business,
and I won't hassle you. Know what I mean?
I want you to know something.
There's a new sheriff in town.
His name's Reggie Hammond. Y'all be cool. Right on!
- How's it going? - You got something for me.
What you talking about?
Give me that gun you took.
- Oh, you saw that! - Yeah.
Here you go.
Why don't you also give me the switchblade?
You saw that? You don't miss nothing.
It was smooth, right?
You owe me some ass - just give me that gun.
You did a good job. I guess you deserve a reward.
Here.
Fucking bastard.
That I am. Hey!
Let's get an Indian down the alley.
HAMMOND: I don't think nobody's home.
Let's check around the back.
HAMMOND: Shit.
HAMMOND: Hope it's as much fun as those hillbillies.
CATES: Don't bust your arm patting your back.
HAMMOND: I'm on a roll. Let me take care of Billy.
CATES: Get a megaphone and announce we're coming.
You make more noise than a chainsaw.
HAMMOND: What are they watching?
- (I don't know.) - Well, TV has changed.
HAMMOND: Get this. That must be Billy's girlfriend.
Yeah. Come on.
- Police! - Stay where you are!
HAMMOND: Argh!
Drop it or he'll get another!
HAMMOND: Girl's Babe Ruth.
I said police! Drop it!
No, YOU drop it.
OK, don't shoot, I'm just gonna reach for my badge.
I've seen fake badges before.
He's got an itchy trigger finger. You better listen to him!
Shut up! I'm the calm type.
Now, I know we don't want to shoot each other,
so hand me over the gun.
You assholes better be real.
Wait! Let's see your badge.
I ain't got no godamned badge.
- Call the cops! - Right.
Put the goddamn phone down!
Answer some questions or I'll haul you in!
Shit!
CATES: All right.
Which one of you sees Billy Bear?
It's none of your business, cop.
The sonofabitch won't be coming back.
How about you?
I haven't seen him. He owes me money.
- Sounds stormy. - I don't care what it sounds like.
We went around and I got the short end.
- Come on. - Wait a minute.
If this lady got the short end,
maybe she'd like to go around with me?
- Fuck off! - Come on.
If you find Billy, tell him to stay out of my life.
Let's go.
CATES: This sucks!
Some maniac runs around killing people with my gun.
Instead of giving my gal the high, hard one,
I'm out here doing this shit,
roaming the streets with an over-dressed loser like you.
HAMMOND: I'll take care of Ganz myself.
CATES: You can't take care of shit.
You've been dicking me around since we started this.
You're only good for games. I got nothing out of you.
HAMMOND: I'm real impressed with you too, kicking that door in.
Luther knows more, and so do you.
You've got 48 hours, and the clock's running.
- Maybe I don't like how you ask. - Who gives a goddamn?
You're a crook on a weekend pass. Not even a name.
You're a spear-chucker with a number on his prison fatigues.
CATES: I'm through fucking around.
The truth, or I'll beat shit out of you.
You've lost your mind.
Put your gun back and let's go.
I'm serious, I'll just fuck you up out here.
It'll be embarrassing for you and the police.
Let me explain one thing to you, nigger. I fight dirty.
You fucker!
HAMMOND: Don't knock me in the fucking garbage!
Get the fuck off!
You fuck!
SIRENS
All right, what's goin' on here?
- Nothing, - It's OK, I'm a cop.
Yeah, get your hands above your heads!
I'm too fucking tired. My gun and badge are there.
Check it out. Get in the car!
What the hell is going on here?
Two women said a couple of hoods broke in, posing as cops.
CATES: I was following a lead. We rousted 'em.
Why don't you straighten it out?
Do it yourself. We got better things to do.
I'll file a report tomorrow.
- I got to file one tonight! - Goes with the territory.
HAMMOND: Good thing they came, I was gonna get you.
- Wanna try again? - You'd call your buddies.
- They saved your ass, convict. - That's what you'll tell them.
I'll even put it in my report that way.
Yeah, I bet you will.
- How much do I owe you? - Ten bucks.
Motherfucker.
Hammond!
You come clean or we're going again, right here, right now.
What's going on between you and Ganz?
I've been waiting for some money.
- How much? - Half a million dollars.
Get the picture? You're on the wrong side.
Just tell me about the money.
Me and some friends hit a dealer... during a sale.
The kind of money nobody reports stolen.
One dropped a dime.
The guy that's shooting people with a cop's gun.
- He's after your money. - You're a real bright cop.
So, how much you want, man, huh?
- You wanna split 50-50? - Not likely, convict.
- I can't have nothing? - I believe in the merit system.
- You ain't built up no points. - Then I'll be real good now.
Where is the money?
In the trunk of my car.
Right, partner.
Forget this. We ain't brothers, partners or friends!
If Ganz gets away, you'll be sorry.
I'm already sorry.
- Where's the goddamn car? - Be cool, the car is parked.
- For three years? Bullshit! - Bullshit?
I'll tell you a secret. You just passed it.
- Now what? - Now you get to play cop.
You can watch that building there.
- I'm gonna get some sleep. - Sonofabitch!
You knew where the money was.
I almost got shot for nothing!
It's a hard job.
The building opens at seven. Wake me at quarter to.
Shit.
Jack... tell me a story.
- Fuck you! - That's one of my favorites.
CATES: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
SIGHS
SLAMS DOOR
Don't sleep on the job.
That place opens in five minutes.
- You took a chance. - I knew Ganz was away.
Luther wouldn't cross me, he ain't got no heart.
Guess what. Luther just crossed the street.
Shame.
He shot at a cop yesterday, now he's out.
- Judicial system ain't shit. - Musta had some bail bondsman.
- I want to pick up my car. - What's the name?
Hammond. Reggie Hammond.
- This is three years old! - Yeah. I been busy!
Get this. Bring down 29-012. It's been here three years.
- How about charging the battery? - We do that every month.
Great. Just great.
- Thanks a lot. - Yeah.
There he is.
Goddamn! Look at all that dust.
Why don't he wash it?
Didn't know you people went for foreign jobs.
Some white asshole bought the last piece of shit sky-blue Cadillac.
I hope to God no one sees me in this.
I don't care how it looks.
You got no class.
Look at you, 500 dollar suit and still low-life.
But I look good.
That suit is yours?
It was in style.
Ever switch to being a pimp, you're set.
Ha ha(!)
- The money! - Yeah.
Look out!
Hold on! Hold on! Whoa! Whoa!
Hey, you! Put that down!
SCREAMING AND SHOUTING
ROSIE: Luther!
I'll get the money!
Come on.
MAN: Freeze!
- I'm a cop! - Drop it!
# I woke up late this afternoon
# Found a note by my bed
# My woman had took everything I owned
# Even stole the grease off my head
# But I'm goin' downtown-ooh
# And I'm gonna buy me some new shoes #
Just bring the shit to Vromans, OK?
Thank you.
# I had a brand new shiny Cadillac
# It got lost last night in a bet
# Well, then I fell on my knees
# And said Lordy, please
# I haven't paid for it yet
# I'm going downtown... #
Vodka with a twist, I'd like a tab, please.
- Yeah, right. - Hey, babe!
- Reggie Hammond. - So what?
- Hey! I'm Reggie Hammond. - I'm with somebody.
Hi, I'm Reggie Hammond.
This ain't my night.
SONG CONTINUES
# I'm going downtown...
# An' I'm gonna buy me some new shoes
# When there's nothin' to win you got nothin' to lose
# Ain't nothing like a pair of brand new shoes
# Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
# Oh, yeah, yeah, oh! #
You look awful.
So do you. It's been a long day.
Long night too, I heard.
You lost Ganz again and some brother beat the crap out of you.
Bullshit, you heard wrong.
- Looks like it. - Any calls yet?
TELEPHONE RINGS
Kehoe.
Ordnance.
- Yeah? - Report's late.
- Tomorrow. - Nine, sharp.
Yeah, for Christ's sake. Jesus!
- Bullshit. - I'm heading out. You?
- No, I'm waiting for a call. - Get some rest.
TELEPHONE RINGS
Cates! For you, line three.
Motherfucker, where are you?
At work, asshole, where else?
Elaine. Sorry, I thought it was somebody else. Police business.
No wonder you're so popular.
I'm sorry about lately, I know I haven't been acting real great.
KEHOE: Jack? - Yeah?
- Jack? - Your vice squad pal said to call.
- Jack, are you there? - What?
- You rousted a bar? - Why didn't you say?
- I don't take your personal calls. - What's the number?!
It's on my desk.
- I gotta put you on hold a second. - No! Jack don't put me...
It's under the light.
LOUD RHYTHM AND BLUES
TELEPHONE RINGS
Reggie Hammond.
Where are you?
Jack! I been waiting for you to call.
Yeah, I'm at Vromans.
Vromans in the Filmore.
The brothers hang out here, they wouldn't let your ass in.
I'll be right there. Don't move!
- Jack? - Yeah?
Elaine's on the line.
- Elaine? - Jack? Fuck you.
Oh, shit.
RHYTHM AND BLUES
#... Promise her you'll do it right
# Tell Fat Jack to jump back And give you a shot of some booze
# So you can party to some stomp-down
# Butt-bumpin' rhythm and blues
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# I know that everybody when they hear the music
# Will be doin' it on the floor
# Jump up and down then turn around
# And tell the band to play some more.
# 'Cause tonight you can dance and romance
# And do anything you feel like doin'
# So don't look surprised 'cause you know what I like
# And tonight we ought to do it
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
# The boys are back in town
# And when the boys are back
# There ain't no foolin' around! #
Listen, I'm Reggie.
I'm Candy.
If I don't get some trim I'll bust.
- What? - Trim. Mogambo. Some sex.
You can't ask me any better?
Look, it's 10.05, by 10.10 I wanna be into some flesh.
Let's go across the street. Wait, do you have any money?
You can't even pay?
Hammond!
Jack, what's happening? Meet Candy. This is Jack.
- Hello. - Goodbye.
- Maybe I'll see you? - I hope so.
That's some rude shit, second time this week.
- Where's Luther? - Where's Ganz?
- We missed. - No, you missed.
Luther made a call from a hotel.
Let's get him.
No, he left an eight o'clock wake-up call,
and tomorrow he'll exchange the money.
Nothing's gonna stop us catching Ganz.
Why didn't you split?
I coulda did that, but I want Ganz too.
I'll tell you a secret, Jack.
Ta-daa.
Keep it, I'm too tired to argue about that.
Thanks for calling.
You know, I...
Well... nigger and watermelon, I didn't mean that stuff.
I was doing my job, keepin' you down.
Well, that don't explain everything, Jack.
Yeah, you're right.
LAUGHS
If you're feelin' like Abraham Lincoln,
- see that girl you scared away? - Yeah.
She wants to fuck my brains out but I can't afford a room.
Yeah, I got...
- I got 20. - This should be fine.
- Have fun, huh? - I'm gonna have sex.
You come here often?
Yeah, it's my favorite place.
Hey! This is my wife!
You whisperin' in my wife's ear?!
I got rent for one night.
Lack of pussy make you brave. Come on.
GENERAL CHAT
- 'Scuse me... - Where you wanna go?
- Across to the hotel. - All right.
HAMMOND: Oh, shit.
Come on. 'Scuse me, 'scuse me, please...
- 'Scuse me. - Wait!
- That was quick. - Luther's moving.
Open your coat.
Both sides.
Let her go.
Money first.
Just show me.
Set it there.
Rosalie, you OK?
What are you talkin' about, huh?
I wouldn't hurt her.
SCREAMS
CAR HORN HONKS
ALARMS RINGING
HORNS HONKAND BRAKES SQUEAL
POLICE SIRENS IN DISTANCE
MAN: A bus!
Goddamnit, you lost a stolen bus!
We've got five deaths and you blow it for a nigger convict!
That's right! A nigger!
I saw his report! He never spent a legal day in his life!
This is it! Suspension! Review board! You've had it!
Protecting cons over cop killings!
Wait a minute!
He's got more brains than you'll ever know!
More guts than any partner I've had!
It don't mean shit to me!
Let's get out of here.
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you think you're being kinda hard?
You go fuck yourself, convict!
- How'd my car get here? - I had it impounded.
We'll use it to take you back.
Ganz got all my money and I'm going back to jail in my own car?
- That shit don't seem right. - Yeah, a lot of things don't.
I'll buy you a drink. It'll be my goodbye present.
I let you down, Jack.
Nah, you didn't. It was a long shot.
We gave 'em a run, though.
HAMMOND: But we didn't catch 'em.
PIANO PLAYS QUIETLY
PHONE RINGS
- Hello? - Let me talk to Kehoe.
Hold on.
Kehoe! Answer the damn phone, it's for you!
Hold on. Yeah?
- How's it goin'? - Not so good.
- The other guys? - They're out.
- The airport? - It's clean.
- Train station? - Same deal.
Bus was dumped in Chinatown, other than that we got nothin'.
I'll get back to you.
Nothin'. No Ganz, no Indian.
Airport's clean, buses, trains, docks, shit.
Too bad, party's finished before it got started, huh?
Yeah, some partnership, huh.
- Where's your lady? - We had another fight.
Why?
If I was depressed and had a lady I'd see her.
Nah.
I'll make it up to her tomorrow.
You think that Indian's in Chinatown doing that?
Billy's girl don't wanna see him.
The bus was in Chinatown.
You're reaching for shit.
You said about visitin' your girl.
Billy's girl wants to put bullets in his behind.
Yeah, I'm reachin'. You got important things to do.
Like jail.
- Chinatown, huh? - Yeah.
There she is.
CATES: I'll make a play, back me up.
Come on.
GASPS
(You got visitors?)
- Well... - (Shut up!)
Don't give me any fuckin' crap. Answer my questions.
You're Billy's girl, aren't you? Always have been.
He can live or die.
Let us in and he has a chance, otherwise he's dead.
- He's in the first room. - Where's Ganz?
In the back, down the other corridor.
All right.
Give it up, Billy!
Billy, you're gonna lose.
Get down!
Come on!
SCREAMING Oh, God! Oh, God!
HYSTERICAL SHOUTS
It's over!
WOMAN SCREAMS
WOMAN: I'm gonna kill you!
Argh!
CRASH
MECHANICAL HISS
Reggie, you come up against me, you'll lose.
Come on, there's one more thing to take care of.
GANZ: Hey, cop!
Come on! I got something for you!
You're not gonna make it.
What are you talking about?
I got your gun, the money, everything!
Blow his fucking brains out!
He ain't gonna try. Right, cop?
You crazy?! I was bluffing!
I got hit!
I don't believe it! I got shot!
You're done. End of story.
You! ARGHHHHH...!
Uh!
- I gotta go, OK? - OK.
CANDY: Mm-hm.
Here's a little something.
I'm not a pro.
Buy something nice. I would but I'm being rushed.
Got a cop waiting downstairs.
I'll be back in about six months, all right?
We'll go dancin'.
OK. You take care of yourself.
You too.
I'll see you later.
All right, tell me how great you were.
I'm not goin' for that macho shit.
I was great. Should have my dick bronzed.
This what you wanna talk about?
Come on, I been waiting for that money for three years.
What happened to that merit system shit?
It'll be there in six months when you get out.
You don't want any?
Not my style.
I need a car. Loan me a couple of thousand when you get out.
What kind of car?
Convertible. I'm a rag-top man.
- Deal. - Good.
But you givin' me money, it don't mean shit.
Cross the line and I'll bust your ass.
Now, Jack, the both of us know
I'm an honest man from now on.
Good.
If I did decide to be a thief
what makes you think you'd catch me?
Can I have my lighter back?
# (THE BOYS ARE) BACK IN TOWN The Busboys
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# I know that everybody when they hear the music
# Will be doin' it on the floor
# Jump up and down then turn around
# And tell the band to play some more
# So tonight you can dance and romance
# And do anything you feel like doin'
# So don't look surprised 'cause you know what I like
# And tonight we ought to do it
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# Oh, yeah
# Well, there's a reason everybody should be shakin'
# In the house tonight
# And you should grab your favorite lady
# And promise her you'll do it right
# Tell Fat Jack to jump back
# And give you a shot of some booze
# So you can party to some stomp-down butt-bumpin'
# Rock and roll rhythm and blues
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# I know that everybody when they hear the music
# Will be doin' it on the floor
# Jump up and down then turn around
# And tell the band to play some more
# So tonight you can dance and romance
# And do anything you feel like doin'
# So don't look surprised 'cause you know what I like
# And tonight we ought to do it
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# Oh, yeah
# Well, there's a reason everybody should be shakin'
# In the house tonight
# And you should grab your favorite lady
# And promise her you'll do it right
# Tell Fat Jack to jump back
# And give you a shot of some booze
# So you can party to some stomp-down butt-bumpin'
# Rock and roll rhythm and blues
# 'Cause the boys are back in town
# The boys are back in town
# Yeah, yeah, yeah!
# The boys are back in town
# And when the boys are back
# There ain't no foolin' around
# Whoo! #
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