# 48 Hrs.

48 Hrs. is a 1982 film about a hard-nosed cop who reluctantly teams up with a wise-cracking criminal temporarily paroled to him in order to track down a killer.
    Directed by Walter Hill. Written by Walter Hill, Roger Spottiswoode, Larry Gross, Steven E. de Souza, and Jeb Stuart.

## Reggie Hammond

* I've been in prison for three years. My dick gets hard if the wind blows.

## Dialogue

    Reggie: This ain't no god damn way to start a partnership.
    Jack: Now, get this! We ain't partners. We ain't brothers. And we ain't friends. I'm puttin' you down and keepin' you down until Ganz is locked up or dead. And if Ganz gets away, you're gonna be sorry YOU ever MET me!
    [beat]
    Reggie: I'm already sorry.
    Reggie: This is your car, man?
    Jack: Yeah.
    Reggie: Looks like you bought this off one of the brothers.
    Jack: Class isn't something you buy. Look at you, you've got on a 500-dollar suit and you're still a low-life.
    Reggie: Yeah, but I look good.
    [Jack and Reggie enter the country and western bar]
    Reggie: Not a very popular place with the brothers.
    Jack: My kind of place. I always did like country boys. They're sure as hell going to love you.
    [shaking down a redneck, Reggie pulls a wad of money from his pocket]
    Reggie: Man, you loaded. Where the fuck did you get this?
    Redneck: Tax refund!
    Reggie: Bullshit! You're too fucking stupid to have a job!
    Redneck: What kind of cop are you?
    Reggie: You know what I am? I'm your worst fuckin' nightmare, man. I'm a nigger with a badge which means I got permission to kick your fuckin' ass whenever I feel like it!
    Reggie: [to bartender as he's taking his cowboy hat, in mock Southern accent] Well, looky here, Hoss... you start running a respectable business and I won't have to come in here and hassle you every night. Know what I mean? [to the bar patrons] And I want the rest of you cowboys to know something, there's a new sheriff in town. [throws bartender his hat back] And his name is Reggie Hammond. Y'all be cool. Right on.
    [in Chinatown, Jack and Reggie start arguing]
    Jack: This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killing people with it. So, instead of being where I ought to be, home in bed with my gal giving her the high hard one, I'm out here doing THIS shit: roaming around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you.
    Reggie: Look, man. If you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right?
    Jack: Hey, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of this shit. You been dicking me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got out of you is nothing!
    Reggie: Yeah. Well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of dykes!
    Jack: Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I want to know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with something and the clock's running!
    Reggie: Yeah. Well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right?
    Jack: Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a sprearchucker with a number stenciled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fucking around. You tell me the truth or you're going to get the living shit beat out of you.
    Reggie: Oh, you're going to kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just going to end up fucking you up out here and it's going to be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
    Jack: Let me explain one thing to you, nigger: I fight DIRTY!
    [punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting]
    Reggie: Fucking bastard.
    Jack: That I am.
    Elaine: 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.
    Jack: What makes you think I got any clean shirts in my place?
    Reggie: You said bullshit and experience is all it takes, right?
    Jack: Right.
    Reggie: Come on in and experience some of my bullshit.
    Jack: [Interrogating Luther] I'm looking for Ganz. Where is he?
    Luther: Ganz? Haven't seen him in years, and that's the truth.
    Jack: Look asshole, you took a shot at me so I think you know where he is!
    Luther: Well, who gives a fuck what you think?!
    [Jack punches Luther and slams Luther against his car door a few times]
    Reggie: Yo Luther man, you better tell this boy what he needs to know, he's having a ball with his car door.
    [Luther lungs at Reggie but Jack caught him around the neck and starts slamming him against the car door another few more times]
    Reggie: [Smiling] Luther, are you angry with me?
    Jack: [Turns to Reggie while still holding Luther around the head] I don't what you're smiling about, watermelon! Your big ass move turned out to be shit!
    [after Reggie has gotten laid]
    Jack: So, how was it?
    Reggie: I'm not going in for all that macho shit, Jack. I was great. Should have my dick bronzed.
    Capt. Haden: [angry that Reggie and Jack did not capture Billy Bear and Ganz] A bus! You goddamn Whiskey McCop! You lost a stolen bus! I got 5 deaths related to Ganz, and you blow it for a lousy nigger convict! That's right! I called him a nigger! You bet I did!
    Jack: [to Reggie, handcuffing him] Come on.
    Capt. Haden: Now I saw the report on that little piece of shit. If he spends one legal day in his life, it'll be a record! And this is it for you! Suspension, review board! You've had it! When it gets 'round you protected a con rather than...
    Jack: Alright, goddamn it! I'm gonna tell you something about this man! He's got more brains than you'll ever know! He's got more guts than any partner I ever had.
    Capt. Haden: Just 'cause you say it with conviction, it don't mean shit to me!
    Jack: [to Reggie] Let's get out of here.
    Capt. Haden: And where the Christ do you think you're going?
    [Jack doesn't bother to reply, but Reggie turns back.]
    Reggie: Don't you think you're kind of being hard on the guy?
    Capt. Haden: You go fuck yourself, convict!
    [Ganz is holding Reggie hostage, using him as a human shield]
    Ganz: Hey, cop! Come here! I got something for you!
    [Jack comes out]
    Jack: You're not gonna make it.
    Ganz: What are you talkin' about? I got your gun! I got the money! I got everything!
    Reggie: Take aim, man, and blow his fucking brains out!
    Ganz: Bullshit! He ain't gonna try it! Right, cop?
    [Jack shoots Ganz, knocking him off Reggie]
    Reggie: Are you crazy, man? I was just bluffing!
    Jack: I need a car. How about loaning me a couple thousand when you get out?
    Reggie: What kind of car do you want?
    Jack: A convertible. I'm a rag top man.
    Reggie: [pause] Deal.
    Jack: Good. But even if you do give me the money for a car don't mean shit. If I ever hear that you're crossing the line, I'll bust your ass.
    Reggie: Now Jack, the both of us know that I'm gonna be an honest man from now on. Right?
    Jack: Good.
    Reggie: But if I did decide to be a thief, what makes you think you can catch me?
    Jack: [pause] Can I have my lighter back, Reggie?
    [Reggie laughs]

## Taglines

* The boys are back in town. Nick Nolte is a cop. Eddie Murphy is a convict. They couldn't have liked each other less... They couldn't have needed each other more. And the last place they ever expected to be is on the same side. Even for... 48 hrs.
* When a tough cop has a cool convict as a partner and 48 hrs to catch a killer, a lot of funny things can happen in... 48 hrs.

## External links

* 48 Hrs. quotes at the Internet Movie Database
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