The Chase

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.

1989 silver Volkswagen Rabbit, California plate number boy-uncle-seven 9-9-6.

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, Pelé.

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.

1993, California plate 4-nancy-adam-tom- lincoln-edward-edward.

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.

Aah!

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, shit! Aah!

Ow! Grab it! Get the lighter!

Ow! Shit!

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.

Shit!

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!

- Aah! - Gross! - Oh, God!

- She's puking! - That will never make prime time.

That is a lot of puke.

I can't see a damn thing.

Oh, God.

Guess she wasn't signaling us.

- You okay? - No.

Do me a favor, will ya. Chew some gum or something.

Your breath smells like my grandmother's feet.

Where are the other backups? We only got one other car here with us.

Unit 39, most units unavailable due to the funeral...

of Captain Lembeck in Long Beach.

All remaining available units should be en route.

If Lembeck knew that his funeral was impeding a pursuit with hostages, he'd go nuts.

Get those other cops off their cans, will ya? We're naked out here.

All available units, please respond in the vicinity of San Remos and Point Vale.

High-speed pursuit in progress.

Red BMW...

license plate number 4-nickel-adam-thomas- leo-edward-edward.

I do not run my division...

on a shoot first, ask questions later philosophy!

- Excuse me, sir. - Can't you see I'm busy?

I think you're gonna want to know about this right away, sir.

Wejust got a positive I.D. on that red BMW.

Hold on to your beans, sir. It's registered to a Miss Natalie Nordhoff Voss.

She's the young lady hostage, sir.

So who's Natalie Nordhoff Voss?

Voss, sir, like in Dalton Voss.