Cement, Substitution, Cocaine: The Chase

6 min

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.

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?


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 sh*t.!

- Holy sh*t!|- 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!


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.

Look, I'm gonna let you go|as soon as it's safe.

Just stop making that noise.

I can't help it.

Just let me go.|You can have the car.

Oh, I can have the car.

That's very generous of you.

Let me think here for a minute.

- Please, just let me go.|- I said I would!

Jesus.! Just let me think.

Oh, God.

Listen, you're gonna have to be...

my little insurance policy right now.

If you just hang tough|for a few more minutes...

you're gonna be all right.

- Okay?|- Okay. Okay.

I know what you're thinking.

What rotten timing, huh?

If you hadn't gone in|for that magazine...

I feel exactly the same way.

If I hadn't gone in|for those lousy cigarettes...

This damn habit.|I gotta quit someday.

Very nice set of wheels|you got here. Very nice.

What, you got a phone,|all real leather.

How's a girl like you|able to afford a car like this?

My father gave it to me,|and it's yours if you just let me go.

Your father gave it to you.|Just like that?

Just said,|"Here, take the car. You can have it... "

Goddamn it!

There they are! Hang on!

In pursuit of hijacked red BMW,|southbound on Ocean, just past Horndale.

Request backup immediately.


That was stupid!|That was really stupid!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!|I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!

You wanna get shot? Rule number one:|you don't burn the guy with the gun.

- All right... Aah! Aah!|- Oh, God, don't kill me.!

- My father'll give you anything you want.!|- Oh, sh*t! Aah!

Ow! Grab it!|Get the lighter!

Ow! Sh*t!

Get this lighter... No.!

- What are you doing?|- What? What? What?

You told me to do that!

No, I told you to keep it from burning me,|not throw it out the window!

- Now how the hell am I supposed to smoke?|- I don't know!

This is just what I needed.


Oh, God!

- Move! Move!|- Hey!

- Look out!|- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

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!

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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