Another 48 Hrs.

*** Subtitles by dylux ***

You want to have yourself a beer or something

while you're waiting there?

You hear me, mister?

I'll take the bottle.

Howdy, boys. What can I do for you?

Brewskis.

Brewskis. You got it.

There you go.

Hey.

Fifty now, 50 more when you're done.

How many?

Just one.

What is he, another cop?

No. Matter of fact, he's a friend of yours.

You're going to like this job.

He was in my brother's gang.

First, he dropped a dime on him,

then he ratted him to the cop that blew him away.

Hey.

I'm gonna go on in and take a look.

Want a Coke?

Yeah, Diet.

We're on the Simmons Road about 15 miles west off of Route 14.

I need wants and warrants on motorcycle registrations.

Roger. I copy.

First one, California.

6-David-8-4-Sam-Niner.

Roger. Copy that.

Second plate...

Tom.

How you doing? Nice to see you.

Willie Hickok. Right here.

Cherry Ganz, Officer.

Do I know you guys?

Repeat, code 6-Charles.

Who you calling, friend?

Nobody. I wasn't calling nobody.

Somehow I don't believe you.

Oh, God! Oh, no!

$100,000.

$50,000 now. Ice Man's a generous guy.

I don't like hundreds. I told you that before.

What kind of shit is this?

Well, this is the guy.

The balance is due when he's dusted.

You understand what I'm talking about?

We want him dead.

Yeah, whatever. No problem.

Police! Freeze!

You, move a step apart.

Now, I don't want anybody to get hurt here,

so move slow.

Watch it!

Shit!

Get back! Get the hell out of here!

Christ, you really toasted that guy.

Goddamn it, I didn't toast the guy.

I just shot him, for Christ sake.

Don't say I toasted him, Ben.

Calm down. We'll find the gun.

We've just got to do this together.

Get our stories straight.

Checked the guy's locker.

Seems okay. He works here at the track.

Fifty bucks in his wallet, a pair of sunglasses,

some keys, probably car or apartment.

We still haven't found his gun, yet.

Shit.

Cates took down one of the locals.

A slug hit one of the gas pumps

and burned the bad guy to a crisp.

Now, Jack claims it was a righteous shooting.

All right, man. It's all right.

Man, I hate these IAD scumbags.

Blake Wilson, Internal Affairs.

Seems like I'm always running into you, Jack.

Give us a minute, fellas.

What did you do now, Jack?

I was on a stakeout.

I was getting real close to nailing these...

Close? Oh, the Ice Man, right?

Yeah, God damn it. The Ice Man.

I tell you, I'm getting real close.

I'm gonna nail these guys.

For years you've been trying to pin

every case you can't solve on the Ice Man.

He's the biggest drug dealer in the Bay Area, right, Jack?

Except we don't have any prints,

we don't have a description.

You're the only cop on the force

who believes this guy exists.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

There is no Ice Man.

So let's get back to the cold facts of this

because this is real.

Now, what the hell happened here?

I saw an exchange. Probable cause.

I moved in. He had a piece.

He shot. I shot back.

You got the bad guy's gun?

It's got to be in there with the ashes and shit.

I didn't touch anything.

Cruise, what do you got?

Nothing much. Just some burnt metal.

Must be off the pump.

No gun?

No, no gun.

Look, a cop is a guy,

and a guy sometimes steps on his dick.

You think maybe today you were pushing a little too hard,

trying to make something work, and you stepped on your dick?

Work with me here. We're on the same side.

Did you step on your... Now, wait a minute.

God damn it, it didn't go down that way.

He had a piece. He shot. I shot back.

Kehoe, I want the lab boys to go over every inch of this place.

If there's a gun here, I want it.

A bullet. Something. Anything.

See you around, Jack.

Yeah.

Reggie Hammond.

You must be a real dangerous convict.

You made me miss, cop.

You look good, Reggie.

I ain't seen you in years, man.

I thought you was my friend.

Well, I'm sorry. I've been busy.

Yeah, me, too.

You must be pretty desperate to come down here, man.

You even got a new haircut. What's going on?

Well, times change.

Well, you lost a couple of pounds.

Quit drinking.

So, what, the warden pick you to come in here

and tell me my sentence got yanked up another five years or something?

Oh, relax. You're still getting out tomorrow.

But when you do, you and me's got another little job to do.

Man, you and me don't have shit to do.

When I get out of here, just give me my fucking money

and walk away from me, all right?

'Cause I played that cop shit once and it don't work.

Have my money when I get out, please.

Now, wait a minute, Reggie. You don't get it.

You see, if you don't help me out on this one,

I'm not ever gonna give you your money back.

You're fucking with me, right?

No.

Hey, Jack,

I gave you that money in good faith.

'Cause you told me I could fucking trust you.

Now, you're gonna tell me after all this shit,

I can't have my money?

Yeah, now you got the picture, convict.

You screwed up real good this time, Hammond.

It was self-defense.

Nobody's gonna buy that crap!

Hey, wait a minute, man!

I served two years for a crime I did

and I never fucking denied that.

But I've just spent five years in here

for some shit that was bullshit!

I never robbed no damn payroll.

You people got murderers in here been here less time than me.

You can spend your remaining time in isolation.

Open up.

Tequila.

The bottle.

You guys want anything?

Whiskey.

And? Put it in a glass.

Mr. Price, the Man is distressed.

That mess you made in the desert has him wondering

if your boys are gonna be around to finish the job.

Not to worry.

Real pros, huh?

Not from where I'm sitting.

Pros don't make messes like you did.

Don't get the heat all jacked up

when you're supposed to be doing a job.

You want to be an outlaw,

but you want to play by rules.

There ain't no rules.

Oh, you giving me your philosophy?

That's right, bro.

We're the only real Americans left.

We believe in freedom.

We live the way folks used to,

back before there were big cities, and lawyers,

and computers with your names in them.

Free.

The rest of you are just a bunch of fucking slaves.

Yeah? Well, that sounds real interesting, Mr. Price.

Maybe you should run for office.

All I'm supposed to do is to tell you to take precautions.

We tried to get you some backup,

but he got barbecued at a race track.

You know what to do with that stuff?

No problem here, friend.