Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase Page #2

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Would you watch it!

We don't wanna get|any innocent commuters hurt.

We got a sticky situation. This girl's|relying on us to rescue her safely.

If I let this guy out of my sights...

there's a good possibility|that we will never see her alive again.

If we can get him to a place|where there's a minimum of traffic...

on a back road or something...

we can attempt|to shoot out the tires.

But the abundance of cars here|makes that highly dangerous.

Obviously, you always want to keep vehicular|intercourse down to a minimum at all times.

We don't want this guy spinning out|and hitting a busload of nuns or anything.

Bet you don't get this every day, huh?

Listen, what's the thing you like best|about being cops?

For me, it's the respect and power|that the position commands.

I feel like a combination of Bruce Springsteen|and Sylvester Stallone out there.

I don't know whether I oughta be|bustin'bad guys or signing autographs.

Kinda like being a star.

- I'm gonna throw up.|- What do you mean?

- I feel sick.|- No. Don't you dare.

Don't you dare throw up. Breathe. Take in|some air. Put your head out the window.

Well, don't drive so fast.

Don't drive so fast? What are you, mad?|I'm being chased by the cops!

When you're being chased by cops,|you drive fast. Got it?

Well, I get carsick!

Well, then, put your head out the goddamn|window! What are you waiting for?

She's got her head out the window!|What's she doing?

Maybe she's trying to signal us.

- Can you tell what she's saying?|- No, I can't make her face out clearly.

Oh! She's puking!

- Aah! - Gross!|- Oh, God!

- She's puking.!|- That will never make prime time.

That is a lot of puke.

I can't see a damn thing.

Oh, God.

Guess she wasn't signaling us.

- You okay?|- No.

Do me a favor, will ya.|Chew some gum or something.

Your breath smells|like my grandmother's feet.

Where are the other backups?|We only got one other car here with us.

Unit 39, most units unavailable|due to the funeral...

of Captain Lembeck|in Long Beach.

All remaining available units|should be en route.

If Lembeck knew that his funeral was impeding|a pursuit with hostages, he'd go nuts.

Get those other cops off their cans, will ya?|We're naked out here.

All available units, please respond in|the vicinity of San Remos and Point Vale.

High-speed pursuit in progress.

Red BMW...

license plate number 4-nickel-adam-thomas-|leo-edward-edward.

I do not run my division...

on a shoot first,|ask questions later philosophy!

- Excuse me, sir.|- Can't you see I'm busy?

I think you're gonna want to know|about this right away, sir.

Wejust got a positive I.D. on that red BMW.

Hold on to your beans, sir.|It's registered to a Miss Natalie Nordhoff Voss.

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