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Through dedication and bravery,

these next two officers

effected the rescue

of 13 citizens of this city.

And thanks to them

the only life taken

by the terrorist's bomb, was his own.

You shot me. I can't believe it.

They're giving you a medal

for shooting me, you little prick.

Harry, you told me to.

The highest honor bestowed

upon a member

of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Officer Harry Temple.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Officer Jack Traven.

Way to go, Jack. Way to go.

Here we go.

There you are, my man.

Beautiful. A toast to me.

Make me feel good about myself.

Hey, Sandy! Here we go!

OK, so how we do... oh! Whoa, whoa.

Sh*t.

I need a bib!

Here we go. All right!

Can't take me anywhere.

Thank you. That's mine.

And here is to Harry

for his quick thinking,

for his grace under pressure

and for his brave and selfless act.

Hear! Hear!

Hear! Hear!

And to Jack, for shooting Harry.

Oh, no!

Something we've all wanted to do

for a very long time.

Hey, hey!

OK, no, no. Here it is.

Here's to you guys for doing yourjob

and for not getting dead.

Mazel tov.

Mazel tov.

I can't do that.

We're the two luckiest guys in the world,

you know that?

We got the bad guy

and we didn't lose any civilians.

We're good.

No! You were lucky.

No, we were lucky.

You better understand it.

We were dealing with a total psycho.

This guy could've blown us up at any time.

Phew!

And I got a bullet in me.

and they're giving the medal

to my wife.

Harry, come on, man.

I mean, we won. We got him.

Do you listen?

Do you ever...

Because I am not going to be around

to back you up,

so you better start thinking.

Guts'll get you so far

and then they'll get you killed.

Luck runs out sooner or later.

Right, Chief?

That's right.

Ho!

I'm all right. I'm all right.

I'm going to go home, have some sex.

Harry, you're going to go home

and puke.

Yeah, well, that'll be fun, too.

Come on, you gimp.

Hey, Jack, saw you on TV.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Bob.

Yeah. You looked fat.

Take it easy on him, Bob.

The boy was up late last night partying.

Wild party?

I don't remember that well.

Couldn't have been too great.

Woke up alone.

Yeah? The last time I partied like that,

I woke up married. Huh, Vinnie?

Hey, Jack, you forgot your muffins.

Have a good one, Bob!

Thanks, Jack! Take care, huh?

Thanks.

See you tomorrow!

What do you think, Jack?

You think if you pick up

all the bus driver's teeth,

they'll give you another medal?

Jesus!

You think I wouldn't have been prepared?

Two years I spent

setting up that elevatorjob.

Two years I invested myself in it.

You couldn't understand

the kind of commitment that I have.

You ruined a man's life's work

and you think

you can walk away?

You got blinders on to the world,

but I got your attention now, didn't I, Jack?

Why didn't you just come after me?

This is about me!

About my money!

This is about money due me,

which I will collect.

$3.7 million.

It's my nest egg, Jack.

At my age, you've got to think ahead.

When I find you...

Pop quiz, hotshot.

There's a bomb on a bus.

Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour,

the bomb is armed.

If it drops below 50, it blows up.

What do you do?

What do you do?

I'd want to know what bus it was.

You think I'm going to tell you that?

Yes.

Very good.

There are rules, Jack,

and I want you to get this right.

No-one goes off the bus.

You try to take any passengers off the bus,

I will detonate it.

I want my money

by 11am.

We can't pull that kind of money in time.

Focus, Jack!

Your concern is the bus.

And don't try to call.

The radio's down.

Now, the number of the bus is 2525.

It's running downtown from Venice.

It is at the corner of

Ocean Park

and Main.

Sam!

Sam!

Annie.

Sam!

Tell him to stop!

Sh*t. Excuse me. Coming through!

Sam!

Wait!

Sam!

This ain't no bus stop.

Get rid of your butt.

OK, it's gone. It's gone.

You are a good, kind man.

One day, people will write songs about you.

Hi.

Hi.

First time in LA.

Oh, no. I live here.

No, I mean mine.

Oh, that's just funny.

You heard me wrong. I'm sightseeing.

I hate to use the word tourist,

but it's not like I can hide it.

Not really.

Aw, jeez.

You know, it took me three hours

just to get here from the airport.

I got so lost.

LA is one large place.

Course, you live here.

You probably don't notice.

I'm such a yokel. There. I said it.

You know what? I got gum on my seat.

Gum.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Hi.

Hey! Watch it!

I just couldn't handle the freeways anymore.

I got so tense.

This way,

I can just relax all the way to work.

Yeah, well, I love my car.

I miss my car.

Oh, God. Look at that.

Hey, Sam!

Sh*t.

- Sam!

- What?

Why don't you just drive over

these people or something?

Don't spit on my bus, Annie.

Such a mess.

Stop!

Open up!

Get off the door. This ain't no bus stop.

He really wants on the bus.

Open up! Stop!

Don't, Sam! Don't let him on!

LAPD!

I can't hear you!

Stop this bus!

What?

LAPD!

Stop the bus!

LAPD!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop! LAPD! Get out of the car.

This is my car. I own this car.

It's not stolen.

It is now. Move over.

F***!

Man, you scratch this puppy

and me and you are gonna have words.

You understand?

OK, look, man,

we don't have to go so fast.

Just slow down a little bit. Holy sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on, man.

Just don't tear up my car, all right?

OK, OK.

Just slow down just a bit, all right?

We don't have to go so fast, do we?

We don't have to go so...

That was a nice move, man.

Whoo!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

The least you can do is slow down.

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Slow!

Sh*t!

Move! Move!

Is that that guy?

Man sure has a hard-on for this bus.

Hey, buddy...

Hey! I'm a cop!

What?

I'm a cop!

LAPD!

There's a bomb on your bus!

- What?

- There's a bomb on your bus!

There's a... What?

F***!

There's a bomb on your bus!

Watch the road!

Grab that. I want you to write on it.

I want you to write on the back:

"Bomb on bus."

Write it, write it, write it!

Watch the road. Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t!

No!

Don't slow down!

No! No, no, no, no, no!

Speed up!

Op...

Open your door!

Open the doors!

Stay above 50!

- OK.

- All right?

Ask for Detective Harry Temple.

Harry.

Harry, it's Jack.

All right. Yep.

You better not be calling in sick,

'cause I dragged my ass...

Harry, he's alive.

What?

The bomber. He's back.

He hit one in Venice already.

Fire Chief said there's nothing left.

Temple! We just got a ransom demand

from your dead terrorist.

Says he's rigged a city bus.

Where's Jack?

Where do you think?

I gotta get on that bus.

You gotta get on...

Yeah. You get on the bus.

Drive straight!

Stay in this lane!

Watch the road.

Wait a minute. What are you doing?

Are you insured?

Yeah! Why?

No! No!

You broke my... my door.

Sir, I need to take your phone.

Take the phone.

Take the wheel.

What are you...

What?

Oh, oh, sh*t.

Whoa, sh*t.

Drive straight.

Oh, sh*t.

Whoa, sh*t.

Whoa, sh*t!

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