48 Hrs. (1982)
Eddie Murphy: Reggie Hammond
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Quotes
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Reggie : I've been in prison for three years. My dick gets hard if the wind blows.
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Reggie : Never seen so many backwards ass country fucks in my life.
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[In Chinatown, Jack and Reggie start arguing]
Jack : This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killin' people with it. So, instead of bein' where I oughta be, home in bed with my gal givin' her the high hard one, I'm out here doin' THIS shit: roamin' 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 : Heh, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of shit. You been dickin' me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got outta you is nothin'!
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 wanna know what the fuck this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with somethin' and the clock's runnin'!
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 spearchucker with a number stencilled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through fuckin' around. You tell me the truth or you're gonna get the living shit beat outta you.
Reggie : Oh, you're gonna 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 gonna end up fuckin' you up out here and it's gonna 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]
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Reggie : Lack of pussy makes you brave, man!
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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.
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[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, throwing him off Reggie]
Reggie : Are you crazy, man? I was just bluffing!
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Reggie : How do?
Cowboy Bartender : [irritably] Yeah?
Reggie : I'd like something to drink, preferably some vodka.
Cowboy Bartender : Maybe you'd best have a... Black Russian.
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Reggie : [to barternder 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]
Reggie : [continues in mock Southern accent] And I want the rest of you cowboys to know something, there's a new sheriff in town.
[throws bartender his hat back... now speaking in black dialect]
Reggie : And his name is Reggie Hammond. Y'all be cool. Right on.
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Reggie : You gonna write my life story?
Jack : Not likely, Reggie. Tell me who this is.
[shows Reggie a photo of a guy with a bullet in his head]
Reggie : That's Henry Wong, old friend of mine. He's looked BETTER. Look, man. I been in this goddamn cell for two and a half years and I'm getting out in six months. I ain't doing nothing to fuck myself up. But if you came here to find out something from me: You've come to the wrong person, 'Cause I don't FUCK my old friends over, man!
Jack : That's too bad, Reggie. I thought maybe you were a smart boy. But I guess if you were real smart: you wouldn't be a convict. I guess a raider like you would be no match like Ganz.
Reggie : Ganz?
Jack : Right.
Reggie : Ganz is gonna be here two years after I get out.
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Jack : Is Luther part of the gang?
Reggie : What gang you talkin' 'bout, Jack?
Jack : Hey, I can read a police file, shit-head. Quit calling me Jack.
Reggie : It's just an expression, all right? I don't mean nothin' by it.
Jack : I don't give a damn. It happens to be my name.
Reggie : What the hell you complainin' for? At least nobody callin' you shit-head.
Jack : I may call YOU worse than THAT.
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Reggie : This is a police matter and I'm looking for an Indian named Billy Bear. I know everyone in here wants to cooperate with me...
[a guy runs and Cates tackles him]
Reggie : Hey that's not even necessary, alright man? I got the situation in hand.
Jack : [fake southern drawl] Some of us citizens are behind you all the way, officer.
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Reggie : You know speaking of moaning, my stomach is starting to growl. We better go get something to eat.
Jack : We eat when I say we eat!
Reggie : Now that's bullshit, that's the last straw, all right? I want some food now. If you don't like it, you can take me to the penitentiary and kiss my hungry black ass goodbye all right? You took me out here, you've been treating me like shit when we first left and I want some food in a nice place, nice atmosphere with some good people and...
Jack : [interrupts] Okay, hold it. I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat. I know a place. All right?
Reggie : All right let's go.
Jack : All right.
Reggie : I want some mandolins and some violins.
Jack : [buys a chocolate bar from a vending machine] There's ya' goddamn dinner!
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Haden : A BUS! You goddamn whiskey mick cop, you lost a stolen bus! I got five deaths related to Ganz, and you blow it for a lousy nigger convict!
[beat]
Haden : That's right, I called him a nigger! You bet I did! I saw the report on that little piece of shit! If he spent one legal day in his whole life, it'd be a record! Now 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.
Haden : Just cause you say it with conviction, it don't mean shit to me!
[Jack starts to leave with Reggie in tow]
Haden : Now, where the Christ do you think you're going?
Reggie : Don't you think you're being a little hard on the guy?
Haden : You go fuck yourself, convict!
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Jack : Hammond! You tell me what this is all about or you and me are going at it again. I wanna know what this is about between you and Ganz.
Reggie : Look I've been waiting for a lot of money for a long time, man.
Jack : How much money?
Reggie : Half a million dollars. Starting to get the picture now? You're on the wrong side of the law and order track here, Jack.
Jack : Just tell me about the god damn money.
Reggie : Me and Ganz hit a dealer during a sale. It's the kind of money nobody reports stolen.
Jack : So he's after your money.
Reggie : You know you're a real smart cop, Jack. So how much you want, huh? Half?
Jack : Not likely, convict.
Reggie : Oh, I can't have none of it now, huh?
Jack : I believe in the merit system so far you ain't earned any points, boy.
Reggie : [Southern drawl] Oh well I'll be real good from now on, Massa Cates!
Jack : Just tell me where the god damn money is.
Reggie : In the trunk of my car.
Jack : Right, convict.
Reggie : Forget this man, we ain't brothers, we ain't partners, and we aint' friends and if Ganz get's away with my money you're gonna be sorry you ever met me!
Jack : I'm already sorry.
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[last lines]
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]
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Cowboy Bartender : I don't give a shit what you do!
Reggie : Good!
