Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase Page #7

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I am coming to you live on|the shoulder of the 5 Freeway.

And standing here with me|are Will and Dale.

They are the drivers|of the green monster van.

- Tell me, gentlemen...|- Monster truck.

Monster truck. What possessed you to|take such radical and desperate measures...

to stop the BMWyourselves?

Oh! Dude! We are just doing our duty|as Americans. Right, Will?

That's right. And that's not the first time|we've had to take matters into our own hands.

Mark my words,|they'll be pulling over soon.

We really scared them.|Didn't we? Didn't we?

- Did you see the look on their faces?|- Sure did.

- Whoa!|- And we'd be happy to tell anyone about it. Anyone.

- Anytime!|- On-On Oprah. Or Geraldo.

- Or SallyJesse. Or any-any...|- Larry King. Larry King.

Yeah. Or any of those shows.

That's right. And you can usually find us|at Big Willy's Dirty Dogs. Most times.

My name is Will, and this is Dale.

And we've been through a lot ofheavy stuff|in that truck before.

- Monster madness, dude.|- Major monster madness.

- Gentlemen, please.|- What? But-But...

- We're not fooling around! We're not fooling around!|- Get in the back.

Sometimes you got to take the bull by|the horns! We're American citizens!

And there you have it. Who says the great|American hero is a thing of the past?

- Back to you, Rocky...|- I hope you can see this, Bill and Wendy.

It's like a circus down there.

You know, Byron, it's easy for us|reporting this story...

to forget there's a very scared|little girl inside that car.

We can only imagine,|as this chase continues...

the horror young Natalie Voss|is experiencing right now.

Oh, sh*t.

- Just-Just hold still.|- It stings.

- Mm!|- I don't want it to get infected.

- I'm so sorry about this.|- As you should be.

- What are you doing?|- You're sweating.

I've never met anybody|quite like you, Jack.

I wish things were different.

I'm really a pretty likable guy|when I'm not a fugitive.

I wish things were different too.

Isn't it funny how people meet?

I mean, they can come from|two totally different worlds...

and never even know|each other exists.

And then one day they meet|and their lives are never the same.

- Are you married?|- No.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No, I don't have a girlfriend.

And it's true that...

you haven't been with a woman|in a couple of years?

It's true, yeah.

If all this doesn't work out,|you'll go back to prison, right?

Probably.

So it's conceivable that...

you'd never be with a woman|ever again, right?

Right.

What are you doing?

Falling in love with you.

Natalie, you can't...|We can't do this.

I can't help it.

We may never have|this chance again.

Wait a second.|Wait a second.

Can't see the road.

There it is. There's the road.

Ten more miles, do or die.

What the hell is he|swerving all over for?

I just figured it all out.

It's just like you said.|I'm your insurance policy.

What are you talking about?

Well, as long as I'm your hostage,|they can't get to you.

You can demand a ransom|from my father...

we'll take the money, we'll escape to Mexico|just like you said.

Hey, hey, hey.|Hold on a minute here, Patty Hearst.

- What?|- On second thought, maybe Mexico ain't such a hot idea.

We'll have to wait in line at the border|while they check the trunk for illegal fruit.

- I mean, come on.|- No, I'm completely serious. They'll never be able to get us.

I'm your hostage. There's no way they could|possibly think we're in this together.

It's getting close.|It's getting real close.

Subject vehicle, red BMW...

now approaching|with suspect and hostage.

- All officers take your positions.|- Move! Come on! Come on!

Prepare to engage suspect.

All emergency services|remain in position.

Fire, be ready with foam.

Paramedics, stand by.

- This could actually work.|- Yes, it's gonna work. It's gonna work.

- All right.|- I know this beautiful spot in Cabo San Lucas...

where the beaches are gorgeous.

God, this is so romantic.

Have you noticed that there's no other cars|on the road anymore?

Cars?

Attention.! Subject vehicle|is 500 yards and approaching fast.

All personnel stand clear|of the barricade.

Oh, my God.

- Strap in!|- Oh, sh*t!

Strap in! Hang on!

Maybe this whole thing|wasn't such a hot idea after all.

This is it!

- This is more exciting than election night!|- Box 'em in! Box 'em in!

- Do something!|- Like what?

I don't know! Anything!

- What are you doing?|- Anything!

Holy sh*t!

This is unheard-of!|The surprise roadblock has backfired!

- Hammond's outsmarted the cops!|- Get in control out there! Stop that damn car!

Don't panic!

- The tension is unbearable!|- Sh*t! - Yes, sir!

- Stay close to your sets.!|- Oh! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!

You're not gonna die! Relax!

Keep shooting!|Think of my Emmy!

Take your stinking paws off me,|you damn dirty ape!

Monkeys.

Fix this damn thing.

Whoo!

Hammond seems to be...|Bill, Wendy, can you see this?

Hammond is leading the pursuit in|a giant game of ring-around-the-rosy.

Jack, you anti-hero, if you're|going to get away, get away now.

Bill, this is really ridiculous. It's pretty clear|now that this guy, Jack Hammond...

is just toying with the police.

I hope they put him away|for a long time.

- You are dead serious about going with me?|- Serious as a heart attack.

You are absolutely, positively,|100% sure about this?

I have never been more sure|about anything in my entire life.

- We'll be fugitives.|- Sounds exciting.

- You won't be Natalie Voss anymore.|- Who the hell is she anyway?

I don't know. I don't know. But you're|going to give up everything for me?

Don't flatter yourself.|I'm doing it for me too.

Of course you are.

This is it.!

Let go of the girl, Hammond!

What are you doing?|Let's keep going.

Look, Natalie,|if I had things my way...

you'd be the girl I'd run away|to paradise with.

But I'm gonna be your hostage.

Natalie, it's over.

I can't let you ruin your life|because of me.

- I think it's time for you to go home now.|- You can't mean that.

You know, until yesterday...

the worst thing I ever did in|my whole life was cheat on a biology exam.

And now I'm a car thief...

a kidnapper...

cop-shooter, police-evader.

I can't do this to you.

I can't make you|part of this anymore.

I care about you too much.

Besides, I can't hold you|hostage anymore.

We ate the gun.

But you have the real gun.

Uh...

real guns make me nervous.

I do better with the candy ones.

Jack, you're innocent.

We can make this work.

You... You're really something.|You know that?

- Thank you.|- For what?

For believing in me.

Let the girl go now, Hammond!

It's been a hell of a ride, huh, kid?

What say you, uh...

step out of the car|and walk away from me?

- I'll be fine.|- You come with me.

You first.|I'm right behind you.

Miss Voss.!|Miss Voss.! Okay, stay down.

Oh, you're a lucky girl.|You're a lucky girl.

Just get behind the door there.|Just get right behind the door there.

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