Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase Page #4

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Your father and I will get you out of this,|no matter what it costs.

Understand? Be brave, darling.

That man isn't trying|anything... funny, is he?

No, Yvonne. He isn't|trying anything "funny. "

Natalie, your mother and I...

- Stepmother!|- Natalie, don't start.

Well, she isn't my mother, is she?

Can we not go through this now? I'm being|held hostage in a speeding car. Remember?

Don't smart-mouth me.|You have put me in a very touchy situation.

I'm supposed to be on a plane for Paris,|for Christ's sake.!

- Sorry, Daddy.|- I swear, I don't know what's gotten into you.

It's been one headache after another.

What is your problem? I've tried to|give you everything you want.

She takes you for granted, Dalton.|She's spoiled.

Hey, hey, hey!|What's the matter with you people?

Your daughter is going through a crisis right|now and does not need to be berated like this!

- You listen to me, Hammond...|- No! You listen to me, Dalt!

Who talks to their daughter that way?

You oughta be ashamed of yourself.

She's obviously fallen into|an unfortunate situation here...

and could usejust|a little bit of compassion.!

You think about it, a**hole.

No offense, but what a d*ckhead.

Tell me about it.

Hammond? Hammond?

Goddamn it!

As we continue our exclusive Channel 8|coverage, looks like help is on the way.

Three C.H.P. cars|and two C.H.P. cycles...

have just joined the Newport Beach Police|in pursuit of the BMW.

So far this guy has managed to evade...

the police's every attempt|to put an end...

to this heinous,|runaway-train scenario.

It never ceases to amaze me how many|people try and run from the cops.

I mean, what are they thinking?

Ehh! Hello?|I'm gonna outrun a policeman!

What's going on in their tiny minds?|Do they really think they're gonna get away?

Like take this Hammond guy.|We're gonna nail him!

This is a special edition|of Channel 8 News at 6:00.

Tonight, Terror on the Freeway!

Good evening.|I'm Bill Cromwell.

If you've just joined us,|tonight there's terror on the freeway.

As we follow live with exclusive coverage|from Skycopter 8...

a high-speed chase is now in progress.

Channel 8 News has learned that Newport|Beach millionaire Dalton Voss's daughter...

Natalie Voss...

is being held hostage by this man,|Jackson Davis Hammond.

- Wendy?|- Jack?

Jackson Hammond, also known|as the red-nosed robber...

was scheduled to begin serving|a 25-year prison sentence...

for an armed bank robbery in 1991...

before he escaped just 24 hours ago.

- Oh, Jack.|- Sounds pretty serious, Bill.

How right you are, Wendy.

Police are mum on Hammond's|specific ransom demands...

obviously trying to|negotiate a safe end...

to this horrific saga for Miss Voss.

Jack, you idiot.

Look at all those cops.

Nobody has ever talked that way|to my father before.

That's because everybody wants|something from him, including you.

- Me? I don't want anything from my father.|- Sure, you do.

- Like what?|- Like love, for instance. Respect.

To be treated|like a human being, like a woman.

Not like some baby girl, which is|obviously how he still sees you.

- Am I right?|- Maybe.

I think I'm right.

There's a big responsibility|to being Dalton Voss's daughter.

I never asked to be born|to Dalton Voss.

I just want to be like everybody else.

- That's not a hundred percent true.|- Yes, it is.

You mean, you'd rather be driving around|in a primered, used Chevy Nova...

than this brand-new BMW?

- Get real.|- It really wouldn't matter to me.

- Whatever.|- It's true.

Once you've had money all of your life,|it's not that big of a deal anymore.

Hey, honey, when you don't have money|all your life, it's a very big deal.

You guys ever been|on a chase this long before?

Are you kidding?|We go on chases all the time.

- Never this long though.|- Not this long, exactly.

But yeah, we go on a lot of chases.

Do you ever get scared?

- This... This is off the record, right?|- Of course.

Scared shitless.

- We're no wimps though.|- No, I'm not saying we're wimps.

It's just that...

We're just people, like everybody else.

Well, obviously we're people.|Standard issue street soldiers.

Standard issue street soldiers.

- That's a great tag line.|- Thanks. Came up with that myself.

So why do you hate your stepmom?

What makes you think I do?

- Just a hunch.|- She's a twit.

She obviously married my father for|his money, but he's too stupid to notice.

She tries to control everything|and everybody, but she can't control me.

Sounds like chaos.

I should have gone away to college.|Then I wouldn't have to listen to their bitching.

What about your real mom?

She lives in L.A.

Don't tell me.|You don't like her either, right?

No, I do. It's just that...

She'd rather be my best friend than my mom.

God, I get so frustrated,|I just wanna do something.

- Like what?|- I don't know. Something.!

Something other than what|I'm supposed to do.

If you look now, you'll see|how people are just opening up...

allowing this car to pass freely.

It's amazing that this far|the police haven't been able to stop him.

Oh, wonderful. Here comes the circus.

What is she doing here?

I happen to be|the girl's mother, thank you.

- How's my baby?|- She seems just fine, Mrs. Voss.

- We're doing everything we can.|- Ha. That's a laugh.

What's the matter, Dalton? Haven't you|been able to buy things right this time?

Dalton, don't listen to that.

- The truth hurts, doesn't it?|- Frances, I am not in the mood.

Dalton, you were never in the mood.

- I never!|- I never did either, married to him.

Folks, come on now. I know this tension|is unsettling, but please.

This bickering amongst yourselves|doesn't get us anything.

- Hodges, get the Vosses and Mr., uh...|- MacEnernie.

- MacEnernie some coffee.|- Yes, sir.

Chief, there's a Mr. AriJosephson|on the phone.

- He's Hammond's attorney from San Francisco.|- Why didn't you come get me?

This is Chief Boyle.|Talk to me.

Chief, this is AriJosephson.|I'm Jackson Hammond's attorney.

I just now found out about the predicament|my client got into down there.

I think I can help. If I could just talk to him,|I think I can get him to listen to reason.

- He listens to me.|- Do what you gotta do.

Only get him to let that girl out of the car|or Voss'll have all our heads!

Chief, I know Jackson Hammond.|The girl is gonna be just fine.

This is Corey Steinhoff standing on|the shoulder of the southbound lane...

of the 5 freeway|just past the Landview exit.

Behind me, traffic appears|to be flowing normally.

However, in the next few seconds|Channel 17 Hard-core News will bring you...

the first live, on-the-ground shots of|the hair-raising chase thatJackson Hammond...

Here they come. Here they come!

Uh, Byron, can you get us|closer to that BMW?

We want to get a glimpse|into one of those windows...

and maybe we can see|if Miss Voss is tied up...

or... or otherwise|restrained in any way.

Well, as you can see,|from the angle that I'm at...

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