Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase Page #6

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- It's all over.|- Did you have to wear those big shoes?

I knew you'd make fun of me.

I'm sorry. I'm not.|I'm not. Go on.

So Ari keeps saying, "Don't worry.|They don't put innocent people in jail. "

Well, he was obviously wrong|because they do.

- What are you looking at?|- I don't quite picture you as a clown.

- So you don't believe me.|- I didn't say that.

They're here!|That's them!

- Ram 'em!|- Time to be heroes!

- Missed 'em!|- Hey! Look out!

- I missed 'em.!|- Adjust, Dale!

- Jack!|- What the hell is that guy doing?

Okay! I got it! I got it!

Back the other way!

Whoa!

Oh, no!

Holy mother of God!

You've gotta be kidding me.

Oh, my God!|Do something!

Bill, Wendy!|Are you seeing this in the studio?

Do something!

Oh, my God.!

Astonishing and tragic imagery.

A green monster truck...

obviously an undercover|law enforcement vehicle...

made a valiant attempt|to sideswipe the BMW...

with disastrous results.

Almost ready, Mr. Josephson.

That was a pretty dangerous|and radical maneuver from the police...

especially with a hostage at risk|and that roadblock up ahead.

- Wouldn't you say, Byron?|- Radical? Yes.

But I imagine these cops|are getting awfully desperate.

- Three, two. You're on.|- Randy, thank you very much.

This is Paul Dandridge with Channel 3's live,|on-the-scene, exclusive interview...

with Jackson Hammond's|attorney, AriJosephson.

Mr. Josephson,|if Mr. Hammond is innocent...

why was he found guilty|beyond a reasonable doubt by a jury?

During the bank robbery,|the actual thief cut his hand...

on the teller's paper spindle.

A sample of that dried blood|was taken and tested...

and compared with a sample|of my client's blood.

Jack's blood is type "B" positive.

The red-nosed robber's blood is type "A."

But because the evidence was collected|improperly from the crime scene...

it was deemed inadmissible in court.

Thank you very much.|Let's go back to the studio.

Hey.! Hey, look at that.|You're a folk hero already.

I don't care.

If you ask me, I think your lawyer's right...|you should keep on fighting.

Almost sounds like you believe me.

You don't strike me as the kind of guy|who gives up that easily.

What makes you think that?

- Ah, that.|- Yeah, that.

I'm 28 years old, Natalie.|I got a lot of good years ahead of me.

I'm not going to waste them away|in some prison.

- Yeah, but...|- Yeah, but what?

While you're out getting married|and taking vacations...

and having barbecues|in the backyard...

and getting all excited|about your kid's first tooth...

I'll be in a concrete cell|surrounded by murderers and rapists...

large hairy-backed men|who think I have a real cute ass.

I am sorry, but it's just not my style.

There's got to be|something you can do.

I mean, if the blood test proves it, why can't|you just stand up in court and scream it?

This is your life we're talking about.

They've got all these|little rules and precedents...

and procedures|and legal loopholes...

and all these fancy words|and books...

all this crap that's more important|than a human being.

- So that's it?|- Just about, yeah.

- When were you sentenced?|- Yesterday.

- So that's why you ran?|- Yep.

- And that's why you stole the car.|- Yep.

And that's why you freaked out|when you saw the cops and grabbed me?

You're catching on fast, kid.

I don't blame you.

I do not know why, but...

- I believe you, Jack.|- Thanks.

That means a lot to me.

And so to be able to almost bust|someone before they do the crime...

you have to be somewhat telepathic.

So that's why I see myself|as almost a prophet.

A street prophet, if you will.

I got to change microphones.

- What?|- I gotta fix the mike. It'll just take a second.

I gotta get that...

Back off! Back off, will you!|That's dangerous!

Get-Get down,|you stupid little nothing!

- What is this?|- What?

I don't believe this.

This is Frank Smuntz, Channel 12|San Diego Evening News...

riding in the thick of|the police high-speed chase.

As you can see, Channel 12 is the first newscast|to get a close-up look...

into the face of this runaway horror.

If we're lucky, we're hoping to get a visual|conformation on the condition of the hostage.

Miss Voss.!

Miss Voss!

Can you give us a thumbs-up|if you're okay?

- Right here, pal.|- Can we show that on TV?

Uh, Frank? Frank?

Um, it appears we've lost our feed there|from Frank Smuntz...

riding right alongside|that speeding BMW.

- Lolly.|- Thanks, Steve.

I think before we continue we should take|a moment to apologize to our viewers...

for that obscene gesture you just saw coming|from the window of that speeding car.

Yes. That's the risk we take|with live TV, isn't it, Lolly?

That's right. We'll be back|with more live coverage...

of Kidnapped At|100 Miles Per Hour...

after these messages.

Oh, I've had my share of boyfriends.

But they've all been losers.|You know... boring.

They'd have to be.|My father had to approve of them all.

Old Dalt can't be that bad.|He must have done something right.

- Why?|- Well, look how great you turned out to be.

Oh, me? Come on.|I'm a total basket case.

You don't even know the half of it.

No, no. My intuition|about people is very good.

I could tell right away|you had your act together.

Yeah? When did you decide that?

In the convenience store|when we shared that look. Remember?

Yeah.

Thought to myself|only if life were different...

maybe I could meet|a girl like that someday.

- Really?|- Swear to God.

Believe it or not, when I was|holding the gun to your back...

I couldn't help but notice|how lovely your hair smelled.

- You're crazy.|- That would be affirmative.

You know, you really hurt me|with that gun.

- You didn't have to jam it into my back so hard.|- I'm sorry.

About the gun, uh...

- What?|- It makes a handy weapon in a pinch.

You kidnapped me with a candy bar?

Well, you have to admit|it was rather inventive.

Oh, God.

Don't be upset. If I'd had a real gun,|I would have used it.

It sure felt like a gun.

I thought for sure everybody|would hear the wrapper crinkle.

Oh, God.|I can just see the headline now.

- Hey. Hey, candy thief.|- "Kidnapper Exposed When Candy Gun Melts In Hand. "

Hey! Hey! Come on.

Thanks. Thank you.

If my father only knew you|kidnapped me with a candy bar.

Think of the embarrassment.

Oh, God, what a jerk.

You know, he's probably thinking right now|about how he can use all this publicity...

'cause he wants to run|for governor of California.

Now listen, once|this whole fiasco is over...

I want you to get me and Natalie|on A.M. San Diego...

and all the national morning shows.

Call Ted Turner.

Tell him I'll give him an exclusive|first once this insane thing is wrapped up...

in exchange for some good publicity.

He owes me one.|Uh, you get to work. I'll call you back.

- Mr. Voss?|- What is it?

- Our chopper's back.|- Well, it's about time. Get me to that barricade.

Thanks, Rocky. This is Paige Grunion|with Channel 17 Hard-core News.

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