Crash Page #4

Step onto the sidewalk, sir.

That's good. Right there.

Look at me.

I want you to stand

on your right foot.

Touch your nose

with the index finger of your left hand.

I told you he doesn't drink.

Ma'am, I'm only gonna tell you

one time to stay in the vehicle.

- Ma'am?

- Honey, honey, I'm okay. I got this.

Don't you "ma'am" me. Who the hell

do you think you're talking to?

Look, Officer, my wife

has had a couple of drinks--

Both of you, turn around. Put your hands on

top of your head and interlock your fingers.

Wait. We're only a block away from our house.

Hands on your head.

Interlock your fingers.

- Hands on your head. Interlock your fingers.

- I'm a television director.

Me and my wife were just coming home

from an awards show.

Take your hands off him.

He's done nothing wrong.

Put your hands on top

of your head, ma'am.

- Do what he says.

- F*** you!

Put your hands...

And you keep

your filthy f***ing hands off me!

You motherfucking pig!

- Just stop talking!

- That's quite a mouth you have.

Of course you know that.

F*** you! That's what

this is all about, isn't it?

You thought you saw a white woman blowin' a

black man. That drove your cracker ass crazy.

Will you just shut

your f***ing mouth!

I'd listen to your husband, ma'am.

Put your legs open.

Do you have any guns or knives

or anything I might get stuck with?

I'm wearing a cocktail dress.

What do you think?

You'd be surprised some of the places

I've found weapons.

He's clean.

What do you think we should do about this,

Mr. Thayer?

My partner and I just witnessed your wife

performing fellatio on you

while you were operating

a motor vehicle.

That's reckless endangerment,

which incidentally is a felony.

We could charge your wife with lewd conduct

and performing a sexual act in public.

You say you're a block from home.

We could use our discretion

and let you go with a warning,

or we could cuff you and put you

in the back of the car.

What do you think

we should do, sir?

Look, we're sorry, and

we would appreciate if you would just

let us go with a warning, please.

The man's apologizing, Tommy.

I think we can let him go.

Don't you?

Yeah.

All right.

You can go.

You folks

drive safe now, huh?

Let's go, Tommy.

It won't close.

I can do that.

Dad, you couldn't even get it open.

Have respect for your father.

Give me the gun!

Here. Now you can shoot

anybody you want.

Dorri, that man

could've killed your mother.

You think I should let crazy people

do what they want to us?

Farhad, it won't close.

Dorri, you should be at work.

Who are you calling?

I'm gonna report their asses.

Sons of b*tches.

You actually believe they're gonna take

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