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It might pay to reexamine a few of your more primitive notions. I was in bed with a girlfriend watching TV last week, Jack, and one thing we know about me is I happen not to be a lesbian ... Now, if this Indian's girlfriend got upset when you came looking for him, it could just be she's still vulnerable to him.
So what?
When a guy hurts you, then comes back bleeding on his hands and knees, who knows, he might just be irrestible.
Hey, Come on, shrink time's over. They wouldn't go see some old girlfriend.
Oh, yeah, well look where you came when you were down and out.
Whaddya think?
What do I know? I'm just a bartender.
Let's go, Reggie.
How'd they take it back at headquarters?
Usual bullshit. You make one smart move and everybody wants to be your friend... You know somethin', shootin' guys sucks. Especially compared to this.
I've been waiting a long time to hear you say that.
Yeah, bein' a hardass all the time is a real drag, but it works.
Three more hours...
Where is he?
Promised I'd turn my back while he... ah, never mind...
Tell me.
He's takin' care of the same business I'll be takin' care of soon as I dry off.
You're impossible...
That's what I always say.
A cop...
I sure ain't his fairy godmother... now I'm looking for Ganz...where is he?
Haven't seen him for years. That's the truth.
You just took a shot at me, asshole. I think you do know where he is.
Who gives a fuck what you think?
Ganz and Billy got my girl, Rosalie.
I think I met her. Now tell us something we don't know, like where they stashed her.
I don't know.
He ... he wants me to help him skip town.
When? How?
I dunno ... he's gonna call me...
Is that what this guy Ganz had in the hotel?
Every last bit of it. The big guy's room was empty.
I'll help you out.
This guy must have had a .44 like yours, Jack. Now he's got yours.
Shit.
Billy Bear...
Backup man from the East Bay. Worked with Ganz a few years ago and sprung him from the road gang.
Who are all these?
They all pulled a bunch of jobs with Ganz about four years ago.
Wait a minute, wait a minute... who's this?
Uhh ... Wong, Henry Wong. He was in on the same job.
Tell me that's not the same guy.
Hey ... Dick Tracy.
I think I wanna have a discussion about it with any of the ones still walking. Can we find them?
Here's the file. Cates checks the file.
One of em's in the slam.
You look awful.
So do you...been a long day.
Long night, too, from what I heard ... Word's going around that in addition to losing Ganz for the second time, and in addition to Haden busting you back to Patrolman, some jig beat the crap out of you.
Aw, bullshit, you heard wrong.
Doesn't look like it.
Nothing came in for me yet? No calls?
Nothing.
Bullshit red tape.
I'm heading out. How about you?
I got to wait for a call.
Okay. See you in the morning... you know, you ought to get some rest...
I almost forgot. That pal of yours from the Vice Squad wants you to call him.
What?
Jesus Christ. Why the hell didn't you tell me before?
I'm not paid to take your personal calls. He was in some bar. .. off duty.
That's what you say, Cates...
Yeah.
But that's what you say about all of us all the tine ... we're always the ones fucking up when you tell it...
The truth hurts, doesn't it, buddy?
Somebody steals your gun, you're supposed to file a report.
Are you gonna tell me about police procedure? Do me a favor, don't give me a bunch of crap.
I guess when two cops die on account of your fuck up you want to keep it as quiet as possible...
I want to be left alone on this one. Algren was killed with my gun.
Yeah, I read the report...
Hey, the bastard's got my gun. I want it back.
Jack, come on, there is an official department policy about cop killings. Cop killers represent a special priority because any man crazy enough to kill a cop is a greater threat to an unarmed civilian... In other words, we can't seen like we're in the revenge business... I know, we all know the truth's a little different.
Yeah...
Anthing botherin' you besides losin' your gun?
Yeah. It bothers me when cops get hurt while I'm makin' a play. I don't like it.
You might be more of a team player and a little less of a hot dog on this one, Jack.
Being a hot dog's worked pretty well for me so far... Besides, I got a lead...
Okay. You're not a team player. You gotta do things your own way. Fine. Nail this guy and make us all look good. But you better watch your ass. If you screw up, I can promise you, you're goin' down.
You really know how to send a guy out with a great attitude. He starts to go.
Jack?
Yeah?
Try not to get your ass shot to pieces. We got enough dead cops on this one.
I'll keep it in mind.
What the bell happened?
I lost them, that's what happened.
How did they get away?
They ran. As fast as they could. Caught a train.
Which one pulled the trigger?
The Indian. I was about 30 yards away.
You couldn't get to him?
What a screwup.
Right. I screwed up. I fucked up. I messed up. Anybody could have done better, especially you. I bet you're real good at hitting targets through crowds.
Don't duck the bullet Cates. Why didn't you call in for backup instead of makin' a grandstand play?
I didn't have the time.
Too bad, it would've covered your ass. Now you're in the shit and so's the department. In case you haven't noticed, this wasn't our finest hour... I told you everyone was watchin' on this one. Maybe you better start thinkin' about writin' tickets off a three wheel bike.
He's got more brains and more guts in one corner of his asshole than any cop I've worked with.
Just cause you say it with conviction don't mean shit to me... How you gonna take to a pink slip, huh?.
Where the Christ do you think you're going?
I'm taking my prisoner back to jail.
You got a name, cop?

It might pay to reexamine a few of your more primitive notions. I was in bed with a girlfriend watching TV last week, Jack, and one thing we know about me is I happen not to be a lesbian ... Now, if this Indian's girlfriend got upset when you came looking for him, it could just be she's still vulnerable to him.

So what?

When a guy hurts you, then comes back bleeding on his hands and knees, who knows, he might just be irrestible.

Hey, Come on, shrink time's over. They wouldn't go see some old girlfriend.

Oh, yeah, well look where you came when you were down and out.

Whaddya think?

What do I know? I'm just a bartender.

Let's go, Reggie.

How'd they take it back at headquarters?

Usual bullshit. You make one smart move and everybody wants to be your friend... You know somethin', shootin' guys sucks. Especially compared to this.

I've been waiting a long time to hear you say that.

Yeah, bein' a hardass all the time is a real drag, but it works.

Three more hours...

Where is he?

Promised I'd turn my back while he... ah, never mind...

Tell me.

He's takin' care of the same business I'll be takin' care of soon as I dry off.

You're impossible...

That's what I always say.

A cop...

I sure ain't his fairy godmother... now I'm looking for Ganz...where is he?

Haven't seen him for years. That's the truth.

You just took a shot at me, asshole. I think you do know where he is.

Who gives a fuck what you think?

Ganz and Billy got my girl, Rosalie.

I think I met her. Now tell us something we don't know, like where they stashed her.

I don't know.

He ... he wants me to help him skip town.

When? How?

I dunno ... he's gonna call me...

Is that what this guy Ganz had in the hotel?

Every last bit of it. The big guy's room was empty.

I'll help you out.

This guy must have had a .44 like yours, Jack. Now he's got yours.

Shit.

Billy Bear...

Backup man from the East Bay. Worked with Ganz a few years ago and sprung him from the road gang.

Who are all these?

They all pulled a bunch of jobs with Ganz about four years ago.

Wait a minute, wait a minute... who's this?

Uhh ... Wong, Henry Wong. He was in on the same job.

Tell me that's not the same guy.

Hey ... Dick Tracy.

I think I wanna have a discussion about it with any of the ones still walking. Can we find them?

Here's the file. Cates checks the file.

One of em's in the slam.

You look awful.

So do you...been a long day.

Long night, too, from what I heard ... Word's going around that in addition to losing Ganz for the second time, and in addition to Haden busting you back to Patrolman, some jig beat the crap out of you.

Aw, bullshit, you heard wrong.

Doesn't look like it.

Nothing came in for me yet? No calls?

Nothing.

Bullshit red tape.

I'm heading out. How about you?

I got to wait for a call.

Okay. See you in the morning... you know, you ought to get some rest...

I almost forgot. That pal of yours from the Vice Squad wants you to call him.

What?

Jesus Christ. Why the hell didn't you tell me before?

I'm not paid to take your personal calls. He was in some bar. .. off duty.

That's what you say, Cates...

Yeah.

But that's what you say about all of us all the tine ... we're always the ones fucking up when you tell it...

The truth hurts, doesn't it, buddy?

Somebody steals your gun, you're supposed to file a report.

Are you gonna tell me about police procedure? Do me a favor, don't give me a bunch of crap.

I guess when two cops die on account of your fuck up you want to keep it as quiet as possible...

I want to be left alone on this one. Algren was killed with my gun.

Yeah, I read the report...

Hey, the bastard's got my gun. I want it back.

Jack, come on, there is an official department policy about cop killings. Cop killers represent a special priority because any man crazy enough to kill a cop is a greater threat to an unarmed civilian... In other words, we can't seen like we're in the revenge business... I know, we all know the truth's a little different.

Yeah...

Anthing botherin' you besides losin' your gun?

Yeah. It bothers me when cops get hurt while I'm makin' a play. I don't like it.

You might be more of a team player and a little less of a hot dog on this one, Jack.

Being a hot dog's worked pretty well for me so far... Besides, I got a lead...

Okay. You're not a team player. You gotta do things your own way. Fine. Nail this guy and make us all look good. But you better watch your ass. If you screw up, I can promise you, you're goin' down.

You really know how to send a guy out with a great attitude. He starts to go.

Jack?

Yeah?

Try not to get your ass shot to pieces. We got enough dead cops on this one.

I'll keep it in mind.

What the bell happened?

I lost them, that's what happened.

How did they get away?

They ran. As fast as they could. Caught a train.

Which one pulled the trigger?

The Indian. I was about 30 yards away.

You couldn't get to him?

What a screwup.

Right. I screwed up. I fucked up. I messed up. Anybody could have done better, especially you. I bet you're real good at hitting targets through crowds.

Don't duck the bullet Cates. Why didn't you call in for backup instead of makin' a grandstand play?

I didn't have the time.

Too bad, it would've covered your ass. Now you're in the shit and so's the department. In case you haven't noticed, this wasn't our finest hour... I told you everyone was watchin' on this one. Maybe you better start thinkin' about writin' tickets off a three wheel bike.

He's got more brains and more guts in one corner of his asshole than any cop I've worked with.

Just cause you say it with conviction don't mean shit to me... How you gonna take to a pink slip, huh?.

Where the Christ do you think you're going?

I'm taking my prisoner back to jail.

You got a name, cop?