Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase Page #5

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it's, uh... it's pretty hard|to get a look into the window.

I mean, this baby is moving fast.!

- And Natalie Voss...|- Hey, hey. You're on the radio.

Are halfway to Tijuana right now|in her hijacked BMW.

Dalton Voss, you will remember,|was recently the subject of public outcry...

when he decided to tear down 14 blocks|oflow-income housing in East L. A...

to build a mid-city commuter airport.

I always liked the cowboy the best.

Domino's Pizza!

- Jack, it's me, Ari.|- It's my lawyer.

- Jack?|- Ari, I told you never to call me here.

Jack, this is wrong.|This is very, very wrong.

I mean, I know you're disappointed.

Disappointed? How about destroyed, Ari?|How about devastated?

- Jack, this is not the way to beat the system.|- Screw the system.

No, not screw the system.

Massage the system,|play the system, work the system...

but don't screw the system because|the system's gonna screw you more.

I massaged the system. Didn't I? Huh?|Didn't I do everything right?

Yeah, you did.

Yeah, damn straight I did.|Where did it get me? San Quentin.

- You can't give up now.|- What do you want me to do?

Sit around and rot for the next 25 years|while you come up with a better idea?

Wait a minute, Ari. Now I'm a kidnapper.|I'm probably looking at life.

Ah, forget it, pal.|This just ain't my year.

Look, Jack, why don't you|just let the girl out?

Nobody's gonna hurt you|if you just give yourself up.

You'll come back, we'll talk,|we'll figure something else out.

Maybe we can get|the public behind you.

Public outcry against injustice|is a very powerful tool.

Oh, yeah, the public's|gonna love my ass.

The red-nosed robber kidnaps the richest girl|in the country. Probably get my own sitcom.

- Don't underestimate the public.|- I ain't stoppin'.

I'm takin' this one all the way to Mexico.|I'm going Latin, chief.

Jack, Mexico isn't the answer.

You're innocent. We'll get a retrial,|get that blood test admissible.

You'll eventually get out.|So stop, give yourself up before it's too late.

Ari, in case I don't get|another chance to say this...

I just wanted to say|thanks for everything.

You're really the only|honest man I know.

You did something nobody else ever did, Ari.|You believed in me.

- I really appreciate that.|- Jack, quit talking crazy.

You're talking like it's over. Listen,|I still believe in you. I'm still working hard.

We can beat this thing together.|I can get you out.

I'm already out, Ari.|I'm already out.

I don't want my kids to be cops.

No, I'm out here every day risking my life|so they can have it better than me.

I got a kid who wants to be an astronaut.|I'd like to keep it that way.

Besides, being a cop|messes with your head.

How so?

I mean, every day, day in, day out,|you dealin' with the scum of the Earth.

The only people you come in contact|with are dope pushers...

and pimps and killers|and child molesters.

Pretty soon you start thinking|that everybody's rotten.

- Ari, I told you that... - Jack Hammond.|Jerry Kunkle, Channel 9 Hard-core News Live.

While I have you on this|Channel 9 exclusive interview...

let me ask you a question|I know is on the minds of all our viewers.

Just what do you intend to do|when that car runs out of gas?

That's the question on the minds|of all your viewers?

Whether I'll run out of gas or not?

Tell you what, Jer.|You let your viewers know...

that I hope Miss Voss's fear|and my desperation...

are entertainment enough for them.

After all, that's what|this is all about, right?

What makes for good television?

The story as it breaks, live, coming to you|from the bad guy himself?

I mean, we wouldn't want your viewers|to change the f***ing channel, would we?

What the hell's this world coming to?

- Nice.|- I'm sorry.

I'll buy you a new one.

Subject has just passed|Flowerbowl. I'm about 30 yards back.

- Stay with him. I'm coming on your right.|- I can't see him. Where is he?

- He's in front of the Pier One truck!|- All right.

We just passed the Flowerbowl.|They'll be coming up soon.

So just slow down a little, Dale.

I'm pumped, man.|Pumped! Stupid cops.

- Stupid!|- Couldn't stop a snail on a salt bed.

- You see him yet?|- No, not yet.

- When you see him, tell me quick!|- I will!

- Now...|- Yeah?

When I give the order, you ram him hard|into the guard rail, Dale.

- That'll stop him.|- I'm a road warrior!

- I know you are, Dale.|- I am.

Time to stop those yuppie punks, Dale!

- Dude, are we gonna be on TV?|- You know we are, dude.

- That's hot.|- You know we are.

Did either of you ever actually kill anybody?

Not yet.

I did.

How did it feel?

It didn't feel like|I thought it would.

It felt shitty.

It felt wrong.

But what can you do?

Partner, there's nothing|you could do.

That's what I keep telling myself.

Of course I'd do it again if I had to.|I mean, it's my job.

- Hold that thought. I gotta change tapes.|- This is great stuff, guys.

I mean, really, really, really good stuff.|Real true-to-life.

- I love it.|- Thanks. Thanks a lot.

All right, come on down.!|Set it right here.!

That's good.!

Move, move, move.!

I want you over there.

Hey! Watch it.

We're up.

Bill, Wendy, Tom Capone standing here at|the border between California and Tijuana.

As you can see behind me...

the San Diego P.D. and the C.H.P.|are working feverishly...

to create an impenetrable|wall of force...

here at the gateway into Mexico...

in hopes of stopping this heinous chase|from crossing the border.

Is such a radical measure safe|for the captive Miss Voss?

The San Diego P.D. says yes,|the critics say no...

but only time will tell.

Hello, San Diego.

Afternoon, Newport.

What are you doing?

- I was going to offer you a piece of gum.|- Oh.

- What'd you think was in there, a knife or something?|- You could have mace.

If I had mace, I would have used it by now.|You're not a smart criminal.

Thank you.|That's what I've been trying to tell you.

So are you gonna tell me|why you're on the run?

You wouldn't believe me.|I'm not so sure I believe me anymore.

- Try me.|- Promise you won't laugh.

Why would I laugh?

Okay, two years ago, I'm sittin' at home,|watchin' a ball game.

- Dodgers are losing.|- I hate the Dodgers.

- You wanna hear this or not?|- I'm sorry.

At the same time,|on the other side of the city...

there's some guy robbing a bank,|dressed like a clown.

- A clown?|- Yes, a clown.

It seems that some jerk|had knocked off several banks...

in a clown outfit.

The media, in all of their originality,|picked up on this...

and labeled him the red-nosed robber.

So I'm coming out of Osco's|a couple days later.

There's two cops waiting for me.|Bang, they haul me in.

- Why would they haul you in?|- Let me get to that.

I was stuck in Sonoma.

The only job I could wrangle was playin'|a clown at kids' birthday parties...

which wasn't such a bad gig.

Flexible hours,|a lot of free cake.

One of my neighbors, some old battle-ax,|sees the story on the news.

She calls the cops.

They get a search warrant,|crash down the door, find the costume.

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