the red light!
- Hammond!
- Have you got a name, cop?
- Cates. I want to talk to you in private.
You're single,
no fixed address, no relatives.
One conviction, armed robbery.
Six months to go.
- Are you writing my life story?
- Not likely.
I just need a little help.
It's Henry Wong. An old friend
of mine. He's looked better.
I've been in that cell for 2% Ѕ years.
I'm getting out in 6 months.
You've come to the wrong person.
I don't fuck my old friends over.
That's too bad. I thought
maybe you were a smart boy.
I guess if you were real smart,
you wouldn't be a convict.
A second-rater like you
would be no help against Ganz.
Ganz will be in jail
for two years after I get out.
It didn't work out that way.
A big Indian busted him out.
- Cates.
- Yeah?
I can help you get Ganz
if you get me out of here first.
To get him
I've got to be on the street.
I want Ganz as bad as you,
and we've got no time.
- Bullshit.
- I'm serious.
- Get me out of here.
- I'll think about it, Reggie.
Cates!
You've got to get me
out of here, man!
Cates!
Fuck you!
- Let me borrow your pen, Bob.
- Are you using your own name?
Shit, no.
If all this comes down,
I'm not going to burn for you.
And if it comes down,
your ass is new-mown grass.
- You've got him for 48 hours.
- Sure thing.
You've got a big career ahead of you
as a forger.
- Hammond.
- Okay, send him through.
You've got to sign him.
He's all yours.
- You need me more than you thought.
- That shows you how desperate I am.
- Is that suit prison issue?
- $957. I wore this shit in.
- We're after a killer.
- My reputation is as a ladies' man.
Maybe we can get you dressed
and go on a pussy hunt.
I've already got that department
taken care of.
You've got a lady? The generosity
of women never ceases to amaze me.
I don't work like this. No deal.
- We have no deal. I own your ass.
- What a way to start a partnership.
We ain't partners,
brothers, or friends.
I'm keeping you
until Ganz is locked up or dead.
If Ganz gets away, you're going
to be sorry you ever met me.
I'm already sorry.
This is your car? It looks like
you bought it from a brother.
I got you out. Where are we going?
We've got to see
a guy called Luther.
- Is Luther part of the gang?
- What gang, Jack?
I can read a police file, shithead,
and quit calling me Jack.
- It's better than shithead.
- I may call you worse than that.
Right up there,
but he isn't expecting company.
Luther isn't very stable.
I don't want you getting shot.
Right there. 232.
- What are the chances he's packed?
- 100%.
You'd better leave me a gun.
Sure thing, asshole.
You just hang on.
I hope this big move of yours
turns out to be something.
What's happening, Luther?
Did that hurt? It looked real painful.
Luther, I'm talking to you.
- Hammond, drop that gun.
- Don't point that gun at me.
- Don't point your gun at me!
- Hand me that gun.
- I'm looking for Ganz.
- I haven't seen him for years.
You just took a shot at me.
I think you know where Ganz is.
Who gives a fuck what you think?
You better tell this boy something.
He's having a ball with this door.
Luther, are you angry with me?
What are you smiling at?
Your big move turned out to be shit.
I was defending myself.
- I want to make a citizen's arrest.
- Shut up!
- What have you got there, Jack?
- Carrying a concealed weapon.
Resisting arrest.
I'll think up some more tomorrow.
- I bet you will.
- Get him out of here.
- Bye, Luther.
- Fuck you, Reggie.
I want a lawyer.
You stay right here... okay?
Get your hands off me.
You ladies look like
you need some assistance.
We don't need some court-appointed
lawyer trying to bullshit us.
The city is coming down
on people involved with vice.
- Hello?
- Jack Cates, any messages?
Some lady called to say she still
wants her occasional roommate.
She'd like to talk it over
tonight after work. 
Look, Elaine, I don't know
when I'll