Trevor Noah: Lost in Translation Page #3

to the side of the road, sir."

Whoop, whoop.

"Pull over

to the side of the road now."

Now, I couldn't hear

what the hell he was saying.

I'm not gonna--Which I think

is part of the problem.

I don't think it's fair

that police have speakers

on their cars and we don't.

I think this is

a recipe for disaster.

That's the first step

in mending relationships

is communication, people.

I don't know what the hell

that guy was saying,

but I couldn't tell him.

He was like,

"Pull over to the side of the

road [indistinct mumbling]."

If I had a speaker, I would have

had the ability to be like,

"Sir, I cannot hear

what you're saying.

"Enunciate your words, please.

Enunciate your words.

Speak clearly."

"I said, pull over [mumbles]."

Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.

"No, no, use your words, buddy,

use your words.

Talk to me. Talk to me.

What do you need?"

"Pull over, pull over."

I'd be like,

"Okay, I will be pulling over

right now. Thank you very much."

Like, it would be more

effective, but I didn't know.

So I'm--and he's like,

"Pull over [mumbles]."

I'm like, "I don't know what

the hell you want."

"Pull over to the side

of the road [mumbles]."

I'm like,

"What are you talking about?"

He's like,

"Pull over! Pull over!"

And I panicked,

and so I stopped. I pulled over.

Right there where I was

on the freeway, which apparently

you're not supposed to do.

I didn't know this,

'cause I just know that police

tell me to do something,

I do it. So he said,

"Pull over," and then I stopped.

and then he was like,

"Don't pull over there."

Then I was like, "Well, you

should have been more specific.

You can't tell me to pull over

and then tell me not pull over.

You should've said pull over at

a time that is more appropriate.

You can't just tell--

Now I'm panicking.

He's like,

"Get back onto the road."

I'm like, "This guy does not

know what he wants. I'm--"

Now, I'm back on the road.

He's like,

"Take the next exit."

And now, we're driving

and now he's guiding me along.

It's like I had

a really angry GPS.

It was the weirdest thing ever.

And, so he's driving me like,

Make a right at the light.

Make a right."

It's like I chose angry cop

on my Waze.

That's what it felt like.

He was like, "Turn left.

No, I said left. Turn left."

No, recalculating.

When it is safe, Mickey."

[laughter]

And so finally--

finally we stopped.

We stop, I pull over

on the side of the road.

He pulls over behind me

and he gets out of the car,

and I'm shitting myself.

As he gets out, he goes,

"Keep your hands

where I can see them!"

I'm like, "I don't know

what you can see or not see.

"I don't know.

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