CHiPs Page #10

It's gotta be on the right.

CASTILLO:
Here!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

CASTILLO:
What are you doing?

JON:
Looking for a chink in the armor.

Oh, bingo!

(ENGINE THROTTLING)

CASTILLO:
No, don't hit that!

I can't jump!

You can do it.

You don't even know

what's on the other side!

I know it's better than

what's on this side.

(GUNFIRE)

(CLICKING)

Come on, Ponch! You can do it!

Just do it, man! Just hit it!

Just full-throttle hit it!

You gotta do it, just come over!

- (GRUNTS)

- Come on over, okay?

You got this! You can make it!

I didn't make it!

(GROANS)

Dude! You okay?

- Damn it! F***!

- You okay?

This way. Come on, she's over here.

JON:
Okay, we're here. It's okay.

Jon! Oh, thank God!

I knew you'd come. Oh, thank God.

Oh, I need your gun.

I'm so happy to see you.

Dude, enough with the gratitude, okay?

Let's go!

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

Let's go.

Get in!

Ah!

- (STUTTERING) What?

- Oh, my fingers!

- Oh, my God!

- He shot my fingers off.

It's not superficial! Look!

It's okay. They can reattach them.

They can reattach them! It's fine.

No, they're gone, dude!

Hold on. Let me see if I can see them.

- Okay.

- (CASTILLO GROANING)

I see them.

Go get them.

Okay, I'm going in.

(GUNSHOT)

Oh, sh*t! Damn it!

Here, put them in your pocket.

There you go.

There's only two of them!

- Huh?

- There's only two!

You're gonna have to make do!

Two is enough!

No! I want my f***ing pinky!

MAN:
They're coming at us! Go, go, go!

- Go, go, go!

- (GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

- (GRUNTS)

- KAREN:
Ah! Jon!

Get up, you f***ing rat! Get up!

(GRUNTING)

Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

- A f***ing head for a head!

- (SCREAMING)

Cover me!

That was my son!

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(CHOKING)

(CASTILLO PANTING)

(COUGHING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, I'm sorry.

RAY:
Get up!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Take my gun.

No. You're a better shot than me.

CASTILLO:
How am I supposed to do it?

Like Jimi Hendrix-style,

with my f***ing teeth? Take it!

Man up, Jon!

Yeah, okay. I'll do it.

Oh, sh*t.

CASTILLO:
What?

KAREN:
Jesus, Jon!

Just hit him, Jon!

Okay, you're hitting 10 to the right.

You gotta aim 10 to the left, okay? Go!

Okay.

(JON GROANING)

- Are you aimed 10 to the left?

- Yeah, but...

Fire!

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

Dude, that was 10.

No, it wasn't! That was more like 20.

Dude, you think he's in one piece?

Come on!

Stay down!

Give me your f***ing arm! Stay down!

What's your plan? The doors are all shut.

Where we're going, we don't need doors.

JON:
Is this the same hole

you crashed into earlier?

CASTILLO:
I think it is.

(JON GRUNTING)

Watch out! Jesus!

(CASTILLO SIGHS)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

He's up!

God damn it.

Go, go, go! He's getting away!

LINDSEY:
Put your hands behind your back.

BOTH:
Oh!

Now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You didn't see that coming.

Hot and helpful! See, it's not either or.

JON:
Hey, Ray. How do those cuffs feel?

Repeat the question.

Go ahead!

You're with this piece of sh*t?

Shut up!

Let me get this straight.

You knew

that I killed three of my co-workers,

but you thought it was okay

to kill my son?

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

No. Your beef's with the steel cable,

not us.

We were just chasing him.

You weren't as good as Reed.

My son should be here with me right now.

Not you.

No!

(BULLET RICOCHETING)

(GRUNTS)

- BOTH:
Whoa!

- What the... Oh, my God, dude!

Oh, my God. Dude, that's a ricochet.

(GRUNTING)

BOTH:
Whoa!

Stay down, gorgeous a**hole!

Dude, your arm is straight up titanium,

like a Terminator's arm!

Yeah. I told you.

Oh, whoa. Do you feel this?

Uh, yeah, a little bit.

Like a two out of ten.

- Whoa.

- LINDSEY:
Get off of me!

You feel this?

- Ah! Oh!

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

God, don't touch my nubs!

I won't. Help me up.

- Come on.

- (GRUNTS)

(SIREN WAILING)

CASTILLO:
Dude,

we gotta find an ambulance.

- What?

- Oh! We gotta get your pinky!

- Oh, duh! Thanks.

- Yeah, it's over here.

JON:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop, stop, stop!

Back up, you're on Ponch's pinky!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I saw a look on your face tonight

I haven't seen in years,

not since you competed.

I can tell you really like this thing,

being a cop.

Yeah, I really do,

maybe even more than riding.

Do you want me to ride in the ambulance

with you?

No, I'm good. You're kind of a dick.

I'm gonna ride with Ponch.

Take care, Karen.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, are you okay?

You tackled her like crazy.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm a f***ing beast.

Hey, do you wanna ride with us?

It depends. Are you gonna put out?

Yeah, ass, cash, or grass.

I know the rules.

PARAMEDIC:

Hey, that's looking really awful.

You want some morphine?

That'd be nice.

Um, excuse me, Ava?

Uh, yes, Jon?

I'm really sorry

I didn't take that ride home with you

from the hospital.

That was just a very stupid decision.

Hmm.

I'm sorry I said mean things

about your wife.

Even if she is a piece of sh*t,

it's just not nice.

- It's okay.

- Thank you.

You look a little short of breath.

Do you need some CPR?

- So bad. Really bad.

- Yeah?

(JON MOANING)

(MUMBLES)

(AVA MOANS)

Oh, oof.

Aye.

(WHISPERING) I'm so proud of this guy.

- Get it, Jon. Get it.

- Oof.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

PARAMEDIC:
Oh...

We should be good though.

Yeah. (SPEAKS IN SPANISH) Be classy.

Always classy.

- Let them do their thing.

- Yeah.

- Hey, um... Hey, Ponch?

- Mm-hmm?

Could you maybe speak in Spanish,

so I don't understand what you're saying?

- No problem.

- Thanks, boss.

(GIGGLING)

(IN SPANISH)

(CASTILLO SPEAKING SPANISH)

AVA:
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

I speak Spanish, pervs.

- (CELL PHONE CHIMING)

- CASTILLO:
Yes, sir?

PETERSON:
Hey, how'd you like

to come back to Miami?

I wanna give you your job back.

CASTILLO:
Yeah, I appreciate that,

but I actually love it out here.

(SINGING) California love!

California knows how to party

California.

Knows how to party.

In the city of LA.

In the city of good ol' Watts.

In the city, the city of Compton.

Keep it rocking.

Keep it rocking.

Now let me welcome everybody

to the wild, wild west

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