Hot Pursuit Page #4

- ...but calm down.

- I was in a fight-or-flight situation.

I'm filled with adrenaline.

Look how high I can jump.

I can't do this normally.

See that?

- Yes!

- No.

We're gonna need this and this.

- Control yourself. We don't need that!

- And these! And those! And these!

Aah! I know this is impractical

but we might have to catch our own food.

Or make a lightning rod! A hat!

- Please. Focus. We need to get clothes!

- Yes!

Okay, how about you try something

completely different...

...of what you are.

How about...

- ...a woman?

- Perfect! And you can be a cowboy.

It's tight in here.

- Cowboy?

- This is a good plan. This is gonna work!

I'll be a woman, and you'll be a cowboy.

No one's gonna see that coming.

I should learn to knit.

I could knit a sweater or a sleeping bag

or a whole house. Need curtains?

Looks like night in here,

but I know it's day.

It's day, right? It's like Vegas.

Whoo! It's hot!

What is that white thing?

That's my underwear.

That's no underwear, that's a diaper!

I like a lot of coverage.

Come on, man.

We're running out of time.

I feel like the cheese fell off my cracker.

Why do you look like that?

You're supposed to be incognito.

Not look exactly like

that picture of you on TV. My God.

All of Texas law enforcement

is looking for these two.

Officer Cooper knows the

right thing to do...

...and we are confident

that she'll come in.

At this hour, police are

still looking for the two suspects.

- Officer Cooper, who stands at 4' 11".

- Come on.

- The other suspect, a 45-year-old Latina...

- Forty-five?

We have to get out of here.

If I could get to that cell phone,

I could call Captain Emmett.

You can't do that. He'll recognize us.

How are we supposed to pay

without him seeing our faces?

Let me handle it.

Here you go.

My God. We have to get out of here.

- Why?

- Right now. Come on.

Come on. Over here.

- Hey.

- Come on. Get in.

- What was that?

- Cortez's men.

What?

Don't worry. They didn't see us.

Okay.

We're gonna wait till he pulls over...

...and then we're gonna commandeer

the vehicle.

Come here, boy! Hey! Come here.

Come here.

Aw. Look at you there.

You go out first, and then

I want you to go around and then wait.

So you're driving a car?

And looking for a cow to milk,

while putting on makeup.

But it doesn't look good...

...so you're turning a tiny

little radio on... What?

Never mind. Come on!

And leave that!

No! I'm not going anywhere

without my suitcase!

What's in there, anyway?

- No, nia!

- Another kilo of baking powder?

You are not taking these!

Then I'm not going anywhere.

Shoes. You're gonna get us killed

over some shoes?

They're not just shoes.

These are gifts from my

brother in Colombia.

These are the only things

I have left from him.

He got in trouble with the wrong people.

He went to the police for help...

...and he ended up dead.

So you wanted to know why I hate cops.

That's the reason.

So if you want to take me to Dallas to die,

fine.

But you're gonna take me with my suitcase.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

But I'm not like those other cops.

You can trust me.

You have to stop treating me

like I'm a stupid rookie cop...

...who doesn't know what she's doing.

Then you have to stop treating me

like I am a criminal.

Fine.

Fine.

Follow me.

Bingo! I got them!

All right, Mrs. Riva, we're gonna...

Who the hell are you,

and what are you doing in my truck?

Get away from it, lady.

Okay! Okay.

My name is, um...

My name is Nancy...

...Reagan.

Right.

I know it sounds ridiculous,

but it's what my parents named me.

Let me explain.

My friend and I are veterinarians

and we were in the neighborhood...

Shut your trap. I'm holding the gun.

I'm sorry. I know you don't like me. But

I'm sure you don't want me to get killed!

You should've thought about that.

I know you're mad,

but can we just talk about this reasonably?

Honey bunny!

There you are!

Sweetie pie.

I've been looking all over for you.

Who is that?

Hi. I am Dr. Shannon.

- I am her lover.

- What?

We had a little fight

but I'm sure you know whose fault it was.

It was not my fault.

You never accept that it's your fault.

You never talk about your feelings.

It's like being in love

with some tiny little brick wall.

How the hell you understand her?

- I don't know. It's really hard.

- I don't.

I usually don't even know

what she's talking about.

But we use body language.

That's bullshit. I'm calling the cops.

- Don't do that.

- No! This is outrageous.

No, no, no.

This is Rachel profiling.

- What?

- I can't be a doctor because I am Colombian?

And I can't be a lesbian

because she's so unattractive...

...and she has a mustache

and talks like some tiny little robot?

Well, let me tell you something:

She's my tiny little weird robot.

- And I love her.

- What are you doing?

Wait, what are you doing?

Trying to show him I love you. I'm

distracting him so he won't call the cops!

- Kiss me. Kiss me. Men love this.

- Okay.

Yeah, I need to report

two suspicious women on my property.

- It's not working!

- Act sexy!

- Okay! Sexy.

- Come, come.

- Yeah! Pull my hair. I like that! Yeah!

- Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, I love it

when you pull my hair like that.

I feel so sexy.

My finger! God!

I did not just Cooper this.

You Cooper... You Cooper what?

Where is it?

It's gotta be here somewhere.

I can't believe this happened again!

- I gotta find that finger!

- We have to get out of here!

Bad doggy. What did you do?

- No.

- Hannibal!

I'm getting sick now.

- Hannibal.

- I just fed you!

I'm gonna give you the Heimlich, all right?

This is where I go down!

This is my banjo hand!

The dog doesn't have the finger.

What?

The dog...

...doesn't have the finger!

It's in my hair!

Okay! You have two choices:

You can stay here and mess with us...

...or take this to the hospital, have it

reattached and shake with a full set.

Hey, come on!

Slow down!

- Hold on, you're going too fast.

- You would be able to keep up...

...if you hadn't bought another pair

of stripper shoes.

And do not think that I forgot

you tried to escape.

I can't believe I bought

that stupid shoe story about your brother.

He's probably an investment banker

in Miami.

That I tried to escape

doesn't mean that the story's not true.

And I came back to save you...

...so you're welcome!

I am not saying thank you!

I don't think...

I don't think I can make it.

You are gonna make it.

I woke up this morning

and my partner was killed.

I have been set up, shot at,

and hunted down.

Some guy shot off his finger,

and I tried to Heimlich his dog.

I let you get to second base with me...

...or maybe third.

I've never been clear about that.

We're nowhere near Dallas...

...and the police are gonna arrest us

any minute. Now move your ass.

Keys. I got keys.

Thank God.

Desnalgada, you're going to kill us!

Open the window or put some music.

- Okay.

- Yee.

The two female fugitives

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