Hot Pursuit Page #8

It's tight in here.

- Cowboy?

- This is a good plan. This is gonna work!

I'll be a woman, and you'll be a cowboy.

No one's gonna see that coming.

I should learn to knit.

I could knit a sweater or a sleeping bag

or a whole house. Need curtains?

Looks like night in here,

but I know it's day.

It's day, right? It's like Vegas.

Whoo! It's hot!

What is that white thing?

That's my underwear.

That's no underwear, that's a diaper!

I like a lot of coverage.

Come on, man.

We're running out of time.

I feel like the cheese fell off my cracker.

Why do you look like that?

You're supposed to be incognito.

Not look exactly like

that picture of you on TV. My God.

All of Texas law enforcement

is looking for these two.

Officer Cooper knows the

right thing to do...

...and we are confident

that she'll come in.

At this hour, police are

still looking for the two suspects.

- Officer Cooper, who stands at 4' 11".

- Come on.

- The other suspect, a 45-year-old Latina...

- Forty-five?

We have to get out of here.

If I could get to that cell phone,

I could call Captain Emmett.

You can't do that. He'll recognize us.

How are we supposed to pay

without him seeing our faces?

Let me handle it.

Here you go.

My God. We have to get out of here.

- Why?

- Right now. Come on.

Come on. Over here.

- Hey.

- Come on. Get in.

- What was that?

- Cortez's men.

What?

Don't worry. They didn't see us.

Okay.

We're gonna wait till he pulls over...

...and then we're gonna commandeer

the vehicle.

Come here, boy! Hey! Come here.

Come here.

Aw. Look at you there.

You go out first, and then

I want you to go around and then wait.

So you're driving a car?

And looking for a cow to milk,

while putting on makeup.

But it doesn't look good...

...so you're turning a tiny

little radio on... What?

Never mind. Come on!

And leave that!

No! I'm not going anywhere

without my suitcase!

What's in there, anyway?

- No, nia!

- Another kilo of baking powder?

You are not taking these!

Then I'm not going anywhere.

Shoes. You're gonna get us killed

over some shoes?

They're not just shoes.

These are gifts from my

brother in Colombia.

These are the only things

I have left from him.

He got in trouble with the wrong people.

He went to the police for help...

...and he ended up dead.

So you wanted to know why I hate cops.

That's the reason.

So if you want to take me to Dallas to die,

fine.

But you're gonna take me with my suitcase.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

But I'm not like those other cops.

You can trust me.

You have to stop treating me

like I'm a stupid rookie cop...

...who doesn't know what she's doing.

Then you have to stop treating me

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