Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase Page #8

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We will take care of him.|Don't worry.

Boy, I hope he tries something now.

Come on, Hammond.|Just give me one reason.

Way to go, Jack.|Way to go.

Come on, Hammond!|You're in a no-win situation!

Put your hands out of the car|where I can see them!

- Stand up, Hammond.! Stand up.!|- Get up.! Turn around, turn around.!

Turn around.! Hands on your head.!|On your head.!

You know the drill.

- You got him? You got him.|- We got you now, my friend. Take it nice and easy now.

- Eyes forward.|- Nice and easy. That hand down!

- Nice and easy.|- They're on him!

Damn.! I'd love to kill you.!

- What the...|- You got it?

- Cigarettes.|- Ha!

I wish you'd run.

I'd love to kill you.|I would love to kill you.

But you can't run,|'cause you're busted.!

Eyes forward!

Eyes forward!

I don't like you.

Keep your gun on him.!|Keep your gun on him.!

Ain't nothing gonna|help you, Hammond.

I'm sorry about all this, Mr. Voss.

Your daughter is a fine young lady.

This is the money shot, Ned.|The father-daughter reunion.

- Beautiful.|- He didn't hurt me. He's innocent.

- He's innocent!|- Later.

That really was funny. That was really funny|how that guy smacked you.

Give him his rights.

Now that we're spending|all this quality time together...

let me tell you about your rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be|used against you in a court oflaw.

If you do not have an attorney,|one will be assigned to you.

Do you understand all the rights|I have read to you right now?

- Yes.|- Good boy. Now shut up.!

- How's it look? How's it look?|- It's beautiful.

Know what happens to pretty boys like you|when they go to prison after the lights go out?

"Oh, girlfriend.! Oh, girlfriend.!"

Shots fired.!

- Uncuff him now!|- What? What the hell?

What in God's name?|Have you lost your mind, young lady?

I said uncuff|Jack Hammond now!

Come on, Miss Voss. Put the gun down.|You don't know what you're doing.

This guy's brainwashed you.|Now come on.

- Ned, get a shot of this!|- Natalie, stop embarrassing me.

Do it, or I'll blow his brains out|all over live TV.

Miss Voss, don't do it.|You're confused. He's confused you.

- It's very confusing.|- Don't move!

I said, don't move.!

I mean business.

Goddamn it.! Would you think about what|you're doing.! This guy's a scumbag.!

He doesn't want you! He's only using you!|Come on! Put the gun down!

Back away from Jack now!

- You've gone completely crazy. You know that?|- Thanks for noticing.

How do you plan to get us|out of this one?

Watch me and weep.

It takes all kinds, Dalt.

Okay, Bill, Wendy,|I hope you're getting this.

They are walking directly|towards the helicopter...

and they're staring at me|like a couple of crazed dogs.

I'm gonna try to get a word|from them if I can.

This is unbelievable,|ladies and gentlemen. This...

- Oh, my... - Get out of there.|- Let's go, pal. Let's go.

- I'm being asked...|- Come on! Go! Go!

I'm being removed from my own helicopter,|ladies and gentlemen.

The first margarita's on me.

Not so fast.

Did you get it?|Did you? Yes!

I want big!|I want cinematic!

I want...|I want Pennebaker.!

Get this. Get the copter.

You smell that?

Do you smell that?

Nothing else in the world|smells like that, son.

I love the smell of napalm|in the morning.

You know one day|we had a hill bombed.

When I walked out, we didn't find|one of them. Not one stinking dink body.

But that smell.|That gasoline smell. The whole hill.

It smelled like... victory.

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