Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase

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I had a really good time.

- Yes?|- Marlboro. Hard pack.

This, and, uh...

five bucks on number five.

Yeah, I gotta pick|something up for the wife.

Come on, pal.|I'm growing a beard over here.

I can never get these silly things.

Thar she blows!

All units, code 503.

Repeat:
Stolen vehicle.|'89 Volkswagen Rabbit.

Silver. Boy-uncle-seven 9-9-6.

Any unit respond.

Look, just keep the change.|All right?

Excuse me.

That wouldn't be your Rabbit|by any chance, would it?

Mine?

Oh, no. No, sir.|I'm... I'm on foot.

I was just, uh,|out for a little jog, you know.

Here you go.|Five dollars on number five.

And your change, sir.

Jogged, huh?

Come here! Don't do it!

- Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!|- Whoa.! Whoa.! Whoa.!

- I'll blow a hole right through her, man!|- Let's not do nothin' stupid!

- Oh, my God! Don't hurt me!|- Come on, buddy! Let her go!

We're just talking a stolen car here.

Put the gun down. You don't wanna make|things worse for yourself, do ya?

Things couldn't possibly|be worse for myself.

- Don't even think about it, hero.!|- Hey, hey, hey.

Now, you, join your partner over there.

Keep your hands high.|Both of you!

Hey, you!|Grab their guns!

- Who, me?|- Yes, you, you mutt!

Just take it easy.|Think about what you're doing.

What am I doing?

- I won't go to jail for this?|- No, you won't go to jail.

- Now put 'em on the floor|and kick 'em over to me.

I said kick 'em over to me, Pel.

Hey, hey.! No.! No.! Wrong.!

Tell you what.

Pick up the goddamn guns|and hand 'em to me.

By the barrels.

Put 'em in my pockets.

Good boy, nickels.

Damn it.

All right. Okay, now everybody...

on the floor!

- You won't get away with this.|- You don't know that.

- Faces flat!|- Don't kill me! I don't wanna die!

You won't if everybody does|exactly as I say.

Holy shit.!

- Holy shit!|- Don't shoot! We're staying down!

I'm not fooling around here!

I told you to keep your faces|against the floor!

Okay, okay. We don't|want anybody to get hurt.

Now, if you want|this young lady to live...

nobody moves|until we're a memory.

- Did you drive?|- Yes.

All right, get out your keys.|We're going for a joyride. Do it!

Open the door.|Open the door.

Kill it. Kill it!

Keys.

Get in. Move. Over.|All the way over.

We've been patrolling...

- Wait. Not yet.|- Sorry.

Okay, we're rolling. And action.

We've been patrolling these Newport Beach|streets together for, what... six years?

- Six and a half.|- Six and a half.

You know, when people think|Newport Beach they don't think "crime. "

They think palm trees, the beach.

But let me tell ya, we get as much crime|here as in any other city.

You know, proportionate-wise.

Proportionate-wise, obviously.

New York's got, what,|10 million people.

- Twelve million.|- Twelve million people.

So obviously there's more crime in New York|than Newport Beach. Proportionately.

What do you get here? Mostly|domestic violence crimes and theft, right?

- Yeah, we get all that stuff.|- I see.

But we get murder,|we get prostitution, we get drugs.

We get all that stuff.

Well, uh, what's the worst|thing you've ever seen?

Would it be that busload of seniors|that went off the cliff?

No, the kids.

Oh, God, yeah. The kids.

All units respond to hijacked red BMW.

Male Caucasian, armed and very dangerous,|holding female hostage.

- Vehicle headed south|on Ocean near Magnolia.

Suspect has fired on two officers.|Proceed with caution.

That's us.|This might be your lucky day.

Three-niner at the corner|of Magnolia and Viewcrest.

- In pursuit.|- Let's go get us a bad guy.

I'm burning up in here. Grab the wheel.

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