Script to Screen: “48 Hrs.”

              HAMMOND

Takes a deep breath, moves toward the bar. Smiles at
the good ol' boys. They don't smile back. He sits down
at the bar.

BARTENDER
Yeah.

HAMMOND
Vodka.

BARTENDER
Maybe you better have a Black
Russian.

HAMMOND
No, man, I think I'll have a vodka.

Hamnond looks around the room.

THE BARTENDER

places a glass in front of him, picks up the dollar as
Harmond flashes Cates' shield.

HAMMOND
You know a big Indian named Billy
Bear? He used to work here.

The Bartender shakes his head, gives him a scowl.

BARTENDER
Never heard of him.

Hammond lifts the shot glass and throws it through the
mirror behind the bar. Sudden silence throughout the
room.

HAMMOND
Now how's your memory doin'?

BARTENDER
Fuck off. I don't know what the
hell you're talkin' about.

HAMMOND
Maybe I better ask around, see
what your pals think.

BARTENDER
I don't give a shit who you ask.

The Bartender walks down toward Cates.

HAMMOND

Moves away from the bar. He stops at a booth occupied
by

FOUR COWBOY PUNKS,

one a very big man. Hammond grabs him by the arm and
pulls him up.

HAMMOND
Up against the wall, cowboy.

The Punk breaks free, aims a massive haymaker at
Hammond. Gets a right to the stomach for his trouble.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
Now, I said get over there by that
wall ... You hear me,
motherfucker...

Looks at the others.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
Move it, rednecks. On your feet...

He grabs the next by the arm, yanks him up.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
Over there...move your ass. Some
of you rednecks seem a little hard
of hearing, so I'll repeat it for
everybody... I need word on the
whereabouts of an Indian that goes
by the name of Billy Bear. It's a
police matter and you all look
like you'd just love to
cooperate...

CATES
Quietly sips his beer. The other occupants of the bar
watch Hammond herd the four Punks to the end wall.

A BIG COWBOY

when Hammond isn't looking, he dashes toward the exit,
Cates puts out a leg. Sends the Cowboy crashing into a
crowded table.

HAMMOND

Turns around at the noise.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
That wasn't necessary, buddy. I
got this under control.

CATES
Some of us citizens are with you
all the way, Officer.

The Redneck Punks are now spread-eagled against the
wall. Hammond searches the first. He drops a wallet on
the floor and moves to the second. A switchblade, some
credit cards and another wallet fall to the floor. The
last Punk has only a roll of bills. Hammond holds the
money up to his face.

HAMMOND
You're in trouble, big trouble, so
you better start talking. Where'd
a boy like you make a score like
this?

PUNK
It's mine, what the hell...

HAMMOND
You must a rolled somebody. They
don't let punks like you take jobs
that pay this much ... you sure
you don't know a dangerous Indian,
because unless you start talkin'
I may just have to start looking
down your pants with a
flashlight...

PUNK
What kind of cop are you, anyway?

HAMMOND
I am your most terrible nightmare
... a bad nigger with a badge that
entitles him to kick your ass...

Hammond turns to the Bartender...

HAMMOND
(continuing)
One of them is under-age. Another
attacked a police officer. And you
know I ain't found what I came
lookin' here for yet...

Walks back to the Bartender.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
The tall one had a weapon ... you
want me to keep on makin' a list,
or you got the picture yet?

He reaches for a towel under a pyramid of bar glasses.
Jerks the towel, the pyramid capsizes onto the floor.
Huge crash as the glasses break into a million
fragments.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
Looks like you're on your way to
bein' outta business, redneck...
Now, let's see what can we fuck
with next?

The Bartender doesn't have the look of a happy man.

BARTENDER
Okay, okay. The Indian hangs out
with a girl down the block. Right
where Chinatown starts. She lives
on top of the hardware store.

Hammond turns, grins at Cates. As far as he's
concerned, he's won the bet. Cates nods, slips out
the door.

HAMMOND
I don't give a damn about his
girl...

BARTENDER
Look, give me a break, you're
going to have to settle for her
place. It's the only thing I know.

He looks desperate.

BARTENDER
(continuing)
I'm tellin' ya, I'm giving you all
I know.

HAMMOND
Try obeyin' the law once in
awhile, and I won't have to hassle
you...

Turns to go, then turns back.

HAMMOND
(continuing)
But remember this, cowboy, there's
a new sheriff in town.

Smiles, turns and goes.

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