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Stall.
What do you want?
Keep stallin'.
Alright, I'm coming...hold on.
Who the hell are you?
Name's Hammond, Reggie Hammond. I heard a lot about you. And any friend of Jack's is a friend of mine.
I'm not so sure I can say the same thing...You don't look like a cop.
Well, I been workin' the other side of the street for the last few years. And you don't exactly look like a shrink, wearin' that dress...
Shrink major, not a shrink.
Hard man to live with.
How would you know?
Hey, two days with him is enough.
That's no bull.
He was the only one of my bunch that was my friend... He was loyal, went all the way for you...
In all due respect, he sounds kind of pathetic to me. The kind of guy that runs home to his momma or some girlfriend. Have you two ace detectives checked that out?
What am I wanted for?
I don't answer questions, I ask 'em...
I don't think your gun's loaded...
This is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world. You gotta ask yourself just one question. Are you feelin' lucky?
I still don't think it's loaded.
Hey, you're right.
You're hopeless.
That's the way I see it, too.
I'm all wet.
What's wrong with that?
A guy in the bar called me a dumb bitch today.
What'd you do?
Irrigated his face with the shot of J and B I'd just poured him. Then I tried to deck the sucker.
I guess he got the message...
Then I sit back and I think, I mean, who's to say I'm not a dumb bitch. I work in a bar, right? I can't read a list of my academic credentials to every boozehound that comes in the place... You are what you do...
Positive selfimage problem all over again ... You are who you decide you are unless you're the type that lets assholes decide for you.
Aren't you the one that thinks all psychotherapy is bullshit?
I do think all psychotherapy is bullshit. But just because I think it's bullshit doesn't mean I don't know something about it.
If this is your idea of sympathetic interest in my problems, I'll take brutal indifference.
Hey, you know what I really think?
Tell meI'm dyin' to hear it.
I think you're ashamed to tend bar which is sad because you look great in that outfit they make you wear... You pull down four bills a week which is damn good, and you mix the best Pina Coladas I've ever had... I think that if you need bigger and better things ... then go for em.
You know, if you let me come over to your place once in a while, you could put on a clean shirt in the morning.
What makes you think I have any clean shirts at my place?
Maybe you ought to buy me one.
Maybe I would if I knew when you were coming back.
That's a fairly crummy way to start a morning.
Maybe I got a fairly crummy day ahead.
Maybe that makes a nice excuse.
Maybe you don't know what the hell you're talking about.
When you start with that attitude... it's like I don't know who you are.
What do you want to know? What difference does it make? I'm the guy in your bed the last three months. I make you feel good. You make me feel good. What the hell else do you want from a guy?
I wish you'd stop trying to make me mad so I won't care for you... I wish you'd give me a little more of a chance.
You know something, Jack, you really are hopeless.
That's the way I see it, too.
Call me later.
You sure you want me to?
Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...
Thanks for the coffee.
I think you forgot this. Hands him his wallet and badge...
Guess people ought to know who I am...
Great place for lunch.
Yeah, one of my favorites.
You made the front page.
Yeah, Guess it must have been a slow news day...
Jack, are you okay?
Sure, okay, fine, no problem... See, there's this kid in jail ... First thing I got to do is go up and see what he knows ...
Look, spare me the macho bullshit about your gun...
Bullshit? I'll tell you about bullshit. My gun's a real weapon in the hands of a real maniac who knows how to use it. It isn't my macho bullshit that's killing people, my gun is ...
Look, Jack, if you make everything your personal responsibility, you'll turn into a bad cop. It's not a practical way to function...
I didn't get burned, two cops did. Listen, I'll tell you about personnel responsibility. I like to get the job done right. And if I don't get my job done right... I'm for shit.
Here it comes again ... the sacred job...
That's right. I'm not like you. I'm not gonna sit on my ass wondering what's right and what's wrong... There's a psycho out there killing people with my gun and I'm gonna get him. Because it's my job. And if you don't get that...
I get that. The job first. Everything else, especially me, second. I get it. I don't like it.
Just one. Some lady called. Said she's a little hotheaded sometimes... But she still wants her occasional roommate. She'd like to talk it over after she gets off work tonight... if it's humanly possible....
Elaine, look, I'm in the middle of sone stuff right now... I'm not gonna have time to come by. I don't know when I can get there.
Listen, Goddamn it if you think I'm happy about it, you're nuts. I just gotta take care of a few things, okay?
This is not the way people who care for each other are supposed to behave.
I'm at work, asshole. Where else?
Elaine! I... I'm sorry... I was expecting somebody else... police business.
No wonder you're so popular.
No, it's I'm just surprised you called.
So am I.
The number ... what's the Goddamn number?
Jack? What was that?
Elaine, I gotta put you on hold...
Jack, wait...
Just a second, that's all!
Hello.
Hi, it's me...
Fuck you.
Hey, I don't believe it.
Hiya, kid.
I ought to have you and your friend thrown out...
Don't. We've had a hard night.
I can see that. Pardon me for saying so, but you look like shit. What happened?
We and my pal here have been taking it on the chin for the last few hours...
You real down?
I've been better...Dead end. No Ganz, no Indian.
Nothing. No sign of Ganz. No sign of the Indian. Airport's clean. Train station. Bus station. Docks... Shit...
Ganz is going to be hard to track. Just a pure schizo ... wires all crossed... totally without any pattern... kill anybody... The Indian... himself... anybody...
How do you know?
Jack, it's all over the papers. He's an obvious type. But this Indian...
What makes you think they were lesbians, or as you so quaintly put it, dykes?
Come on, they were a little old for a slumber party.

Stall.

What do you want?

Keep stallin'.

Alright, I'm coming...hold on.

Who the hell are you?

Name's Hammond, Reggie Hammond. I heard a lot about you. And any friend of Jack's is a friend of mine.

I'm not so sure I can say the same thing...You don't look like a cop.

Well, I been workin' the other side of the street for the last few years. And you don't exactly look like a shrink, wearin' that dress...

Shrink major, not a shrink.

Hard man to live with.

How would you know?

Hey, two days with him is enough.

That's no bull.

He was the only one of my bunch that was my friend... He was loyal, went all the way for you...

In all due respect, he sounds kind of pathetic to me. The kind of guy that runs home to his momma or some girlfriend. Have you two ace detectives checked that out?

What am I wanted for?

I don't answer questions, I ask 'em...

I don't think your gun's loaded...

This is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world. You gotta ask yourself just one question. Are you feelin' lucky?

I still don't think it's loaded.

Hey, you're right.

You're hopeless.

That's the way I see it, too.

I'm all wet.

What's wrong with that?

A guy in the bar called me a dumb bitch today.

What'd you do?

Irrigated his face with the shot of J and B I'd just poured him. Then I tried to deck the sucker.

I guess he got the message...

Then I sit back and I think, I mean, who's to say I'm not a dumb bitch. I work in a bar, right? I can't read a list of my academic credentials to every boozehound that comes in the place... You are what you do...

Positive selfimage problem all over again ... You are who you decide you are unless you're the type that lets assholes decide for you.

Aren't you the one that thinks all psychotherapy is bullshit?

I do think all psychotherapy is bullshit. But just because I think it's bullshit doesn't mean I don't know something about it.

If this is your idea of sympathetic interest in my problems, I'll take brutal indifference.

Hey, you know what I really think?

Tell meI'm dyin' to hear it.

I think you're ashamed to tend bar which is sad because you look great in that outfit they make you wear... You pull down four bills a week which is damn good, and you mix the best Pina Coladas I've ever had... I think that if you need bigger and better things ... then go for em.

You know, if you let me come over to your place once in a while, you could put on a clean shirt in the morning.

What makes you think I have any clean shirts at my place?

Maybe you ought to buy me one.

Maybe I would if I knew when you were coming back.

That's a fairly crummy way to start a morning.

Maybe I got a fairly crummy day ahead.

Maybe that makes a nice excuse.

Maybe you don't know what the hell you're talking about.

When you start with that attitude... it's like I don't know who you are.

What do you want to know? What difference does it make? I'm the guy in your bed the last three months. I make you feel good. You make me feel good. What the hell else do you want from a guy?

I wish you'd stop trying to make me mad so I won't care for you... I wish you'd give me a little more of a chance.

You know something, Jack, you really are hopeless.

That's the way I see it, too.

Call me later.

You sure you want me to?

Yeah, for some reason, I'm sure...

Thanks for the coffee.

I think you forgot this. Hands him his wallet and badge...

Guess people ought to know who I am...

Great place for lunch.

Yeah, one of my favorites.

You made the front page.

Yeah, Guess it must have been a slow news day...

Jack, are you okay?

Sure, okay, fine, no problem... See, there's this kid in jail ... First thing I got to do is go up and see what he knows ...

Look, spare me the macho bullshit about your gun...

Bullshit? I'll tell you about bullshit. My gun's a real weapon in the hands of a real maniac who knows how to use it. It isn't my macho bullshit that's killing people, my gun is ...

Look, Jack, if you make everything your personal responsibility, you'll turn into a bad cop. It's not a practical way to function...

I didn't get burned, two cops did. Listen, I'll tell you about personnel responsibility. I like to get the job done right. And if I don't get my job done right... I'm for shit.

Here it comes again ... the sacred job...

That's right. I'm not like you. I'm not gonna sit on my ass wondering what's right and what's wrong... There's a psycho out there killing people with my gun and I'm gonna get him. Because it's my job. And if you don't get that...

I get that. The job first. Everything else, especially me, second. I get it. I don't like it.

Just one. Some lady called. Said she's a little hotheaded sometimes... But she still wants her occasional roommate. She'd like to talk it over after she gets off work tonight... if it's humanly possible....

Elaine, look, I'm in the middle of sone stuff right now... I'm not gonna have time to come by. I don't know when I can get there.

Listen, Goddamn it if you think I'm happy about it, you're nuts. I just gotta take care of a few things, okay?

This is not the way people who care for each other are supposed to behave.

I'm at work, asshole. Where else?

Elaine! I... I'm sorry... I was expecting somebody else... police business.

No wonder you're so popular.

No, it's I'm just surprised you called.

So am I.

The number ... what's the Goddamn number?

Jack? What was that?

Elaine, I gotta put you on hold...

Jack, wait...

Just a second, that's all!

Hello.

Hi, it's me...

Fuck you.

Hey, I don't believe it.

Hiya, kid.

I ought to have you and your friend thrown out...

Don't. We've had a hard night.

I can see that. Pardon me for saying so, but you look like shit. What happened?

We and my pal here have been taking it on the chin for the last few hours...

You real down?

I've been better...Dead end. No Ganz, no Indian.

Nothing. No sign of Ganz. No sign of the Indian. Airport's clean. Train station. Bus station. Docks... Shit...

Ganz is going to be hard to track. Just a pure schizo ... wires all crossed... totally without any pattern... kill anybody... The Indian... himself... anybody...

How do you know?

Jack, it's all over the papers. He's an obvious type. But this Indian...

What makes you think they were lesbians, or as you so quaintly put it, dykes?

Come on, they were a little old for a slumber party.