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Yes, Walmart or Hardback?

This and... Hardback for number five.

Come on now, we're on a period over here.

I can never get these silly things.

There she goes!

Look, just give me change, all right?

Excuse me.

That wouldn't be your rabbit by any chance, would it?

Mine?

Oh, no. No, sir. I'm on foot. I was just out for a little jog, you know.

Here you go. That's $5 on number five. And your change, sir.

Jogged, huh?

Come here!

Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Right through her, man!

Let's not do nothing stupid here now.

Shut up! Come on, buddy, now let her go, okay? We're just talking a stolen car

here. Now put the gun down. You don't want to make things worse for yourself,

do you?

Things couldn't possibly be worse for myself.

Don't even think about it, hero! Hey, 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.

Put them on the floor and kick them over to me.

I said to kick him over to me, Pele.

Hey, hey, no, no, wrong!

Tell you what.

Pick up the goddamn guns and hand them to me.

By the barrels!

Put them in my pockets.

Good boy, Nichols.

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 want to die.

You won't if everybody does exactly as I say.

Get down! Holy shit! Holy shit! Don't shoot. We're staying down.

All right.

I'm not fooling around here. I told you to keep your faces against the floor.

Okay, okay. See? We don't want anybody to get hurt, okay?

Now, if you want this young lady to live, nobody moves until we're in

memory. Did you drive?

All right. Get out your keys. We're going for a little joyride.

Do it!

Open the door. Open the door.

Chill it.

Chill it.

Jeez. Get it. Move. Over.

All the way up.

We've been patrolling... Wait, not yet. Sorry.

Okay, we're rolling.

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 you, 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? 12 million. 12 million people, so

obviously there's going to be more crime in New York than in Newport Beach,

proportionately. What do you get here? Mostly domestic violence, crimes, and

theft, right?

Yeah, we get all that stuff.

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 old seniors that went off the cliff?

No, the kids.

Oh, God, yeah, the kids.

We were out on the...

That's us.

This might be a lucky day.

Three-Niner at the corner of Magnolia and Viewcrest in pursuit.

This will get us a bad guy.

It's burning up in here.

Grab the wheel.

Look, I'm going to let you go as soon as it's safe.

Just stop making that noise.

Why can't I 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.

I know what you're thinking.

What a rotten time, you know?

If you hadn't gone in for that magazine, I'd feel exactly the same way.

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

This damn habit.

I gotta quit someday.

What a nice set of wheels you got here.

Very nice. You got a phone.

All real leather.

Where's a little girl like you who would afford a car like this? My father gave

it to me. It's yours if you just let me go.

Your father gave it to you?

Just like that. Just sit here. Take the car. You can have it. Just...

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 want to get shot?

Rule number one, you don't burn the guy with a gun. All right?

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!

No, this is just what I needed.

any innocent commuters hurt here we got ourselves a very sticky situation this

girl's relying on us to rescue her safely if i let this guy out of my

sights there's a very 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 a back road or

something we can attempt to shoot out 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 going

spinning out and hitting a busload of nuns or anything

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 mean, I feel like a combination of Bruce Springsteen and Sylvester Stallone

out there. I don't know whether I'd be busting bad guys or signing autographs.

Kind of like being a star.

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.

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 car sick.

Well, then put your head out the goddamn window.

What are you waiting for?

Look at that. 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, no. I can't make her

face out clearly.

Oh, she's puking.

Oh, God.

She's puking.

That will never make primetime.

That is a lot of puke.

I can't see a damn thing.

Yet she wasn't signaling us.

You okay?

No.

Give me a favor. We need to chew some gum or something here.

Your breast smells like my grandmother's feet.

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

Unit 39.

Most units not available due to the funeral of Captain Limbeck in Long

Beach. All remaining available units should be en route.

Jesus Christ. If Limbeck knew that his funeral is impeding a pursuit with

hostages, he'd go nuts.

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

All available units, please respond in the vicinity of San Rimos and Point

Vale. High-speed pursuit in progress.

Red, BMW, license plate number four. Nickel, Adam, Thomas, Leo, Eddie.

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 going to want to know about this right

away, sir. We just got a positive ID on that red BMW.

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

Voss. She's the young lady hostage, sir. So who's Natalie Nordoff Voss? Well,

Voss, sir, like in Dalton Voss.

Not the Dalton Voss. Are you saying that our hostage belongs to Dalton Voss? Yes,

sir. His one and only daughter.

Holy shit. Yes, sir. How many cars in pursuit?

Two, sir. Two? There ought to be 20. Why are there only two?

The funeral, sir. Third car's on its way.

Three stinking little cars.

Where's our chopper? We loaned it to that film company, sir. Well, why the

hell did we do that? You approved it, sir. We haven't needed to use the

chopper for quite some time since that Marin County brush fire, sir. Mr. Fine,

how do you do?

I'll get that chopper back now, sir!

Now, who's Natalie Voss? Only Dalton Voss' daughter.

Dalton Voss is the Donald Trump of California.

He's one of the richest men in America. You guys really struck gold tonight,

huh?

I gotta do what I gotta do. Get down to Mexico much?

No, why?

Because that's where we're headed. I wouldn't plan on a company, but... Oh,

my God, Mexico!

Oh, God, just stop the car! Let me go!

Let me out!

You know, you are really starting to get on my nerves.

I'm in a bit of a bind here, so put on your seatbelt. We're getting on the

freeway.

This is bad. This is really bad.

Oh, I can't say the S-word on TV, can I? It's Google. All right.

Why is this so bad?

Taking the chase on the freeway heightens the stakes, complicates things

greatly for us. This guy's really pissing me off.

If you're traveling along the 5 into L.A., there's a slight bottleneck along

the John Wayne northbound.

Yeah, it seems an overturned gravel truck on the shoulder is causing some

slowing. Other than that, it's a pretty good commute into the... Whoa, wait a

second. Wait a second.

I think we got a situation developing on the southbound lane.

Yes, it appears we're picking up a high-speed pursuit.

Bill and Wendy, do you see this in the studio?

Yes, Byron, we surely do.

It does appear as though we're watching a high-speed chase unfold live.

Bill, I'm going to follow this late-breaking story, see if we can get a

little bit closer.

Andy, take it down a little bit and see if you can stay with the red car.

Three Newport Beach police cars are taking every precaution so as not to

cause any kind of traffic accident.

They seem to be following at a safe distance behind what appears to be a

late model BMW.

Oh, yeah.

They're after this guy, all right.

He must have done something.

Whoa! Whoa, did you see that?

Watch out, watch out.

Holy mackerel!

That medical school truck is spilling out cadavers all along the freeway.

That's repugnant.

Stay with him, Byron. We're going to try to get some more information from the

Newport Beach Police Department on this fast-breaking, exclusive Channel 8 high

-speed chase in progress.

Oh, no! God! Oh, my God!

Jesus!

What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?

Rule number one is no loud screaming.

I thought rule number one was no burning the guy with the gun.

You know, you might just be a little too feisty for your own good.

Okay, rule number two is no loud screaming.

You stop waving that thing in my face. Am I holding a gun in your face?

I don't think so.

You know, I could be a pretty likable guy when I'm not pointing a gun at

somebody. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. You gotta trust me.

Shit!

Why do things always go so wrong for me?

Maybe you bring it on yourself. Maybe you don't know what the hell you're

talking about. Maybe I do. Maybe you're a brat.

Maybe I am.

Would you please just stop and let me out? I promise I won't let them shoot

you. Oh, you won't let them shoot me. Well, that's very nice, and I appreciate

that, but I can't do that. Not yet.

So seeing that we're going to be traveling companions for a while, I

thought we should get better acquainted.

My name is Jack, and you are?

You can't do this. Do what?

This. You can't just kidnap somebody and threaten to kill them and then expect

them to be cute and nice. Why not?

You just can't, okay? It doesn't work that way.

You are a terrorist.

Why should I be nice back to you? Hey, hey, hey, all right. First of all, I am

not a terrorist, all right?

Terrorists have ratty beards and blow-up airports.

And secondly, there are no rules on how to kidnap people.

There's no rule that says you can't be cordial and nice. And quite frankly, for

my first time out, I think I'm doing a hell of a job.

Now tell me your name.

Only if you get rid of the gun. It scares me. Oh, right.

I'll do that. You do something stupid. I'll crash the car. I don't think so.

I'm not gonna do anything stupid, okay? I just... I...

I hate guns.

Are you satisfied? I'm only doing that to ease your mind.

Thank you.

Now, as I said before, my name is Jack, and you are?

Natalie. Natalie Voss.

Natalie Voss.

That's nice.

What are you, related to Dalton Voss or something?

He's my father.

Get out.

It was a joke. I was joking.

I was.

This is insane.

You're Dalton Voss' daughter, the Dalton Voss?

Do you have any idea how goddamn rich that man is?

Yes, thank you very much. He is my father, as if you didn't know.

As if I didn't know.

What? This just sucks.

It sucks because now they're going to think I kidnapped you because you're

Dalton Voss' daughter.

Why me?

Why me? I go in for some cigarettes and a tank of gas, and I wind up kidnapping

the daughter of Dalton Voss. What are the odds?

I would have to say pretty good. You were probably stalking me. Hey, don't

fight it yourself, kid. I was just passing through town.

I like the story. Oh, Jesus, you are a brat.

This just in from the Newport Beach Police. The owner of the BMW has been

identified as Miss Natalie Voss, daughter of millionaire industrialist

Dalton Voss.

Police speculate the gunman followed Miss Voss with the intent of kidnapping

her for ransom.

Well, it certainly is obvious, Wendy, that this kidnapping was no

happenstance. As you can see, police are taking a more aggressive position,

tailing very close behind the BMW.

Shit.

Mr.

Voss, Mrs. Voss, I want you to know, as far as we can ascertain, your daughter

is perfectly safe.

Perfectly safe?

She's being held hostage in the middle of a goddamn high-speed chase. How can

you say she's perfectly safe?

If she were perfectly safe, she'd be at home locked up where she belongs.

Unharmed, sir, is what I meant.

Perfectly unharmed. Our officers are in diligent pursuit.

Oh, poor little Natty in a brand-new car.

Now, you look here, Boyle. You stop trying to give me this bullshit!

It was your incompetent officers that allowed all this to happen in the first

place. Now I want my daughter out of this jeopardy now!

I can assure you, Mr. Voss, my main concern is your daughter's safety.

CHP has been notified and will be providing assistance from, uh... Just do

your goddamn job the right way for a change, all right? Okay, okay, okay. Be

cool, Jack. Be cool. Don't panic. Don't panic. Think, think, think, think,

think. Breathe. Things are way out of control!

You did not actually kidnap anyone.

Oh, well, in case you'd forgotten, you kidnapped me.

I mean, I didn't intend to kidnap anyone.

Oh, pardon me. but is there a difference?

Well, of course there's a difference, you moron.

Intent means you planned something. I didn't plan anything.

Oh, so somebody held a gun to your head and made you hold a gun to my head.

In a way, yes.

God,

it's filthy in here.

What's that stink?

Quick, Patterson.

We got a beautiful shot.

Full on.

Right now.

Let's see if I can get closer.

Look at his eyes.

Chilling.

So who in the hell is he?

Name, Hammond. Jackson Davis, age 28, escaped guards while being transferred

from San Francisco County Jail to San Quentin after being sentenced for a 1991

armed bank robbery.

Hammond, let me see that.

We were notified yesterday he might be headed for Mexico.

You were notified yesterday and you did nothing?

What the hell kind of place is this?

Mr. Voss, I stress, we were alerted he might be headed this way. He could have

been headed for Vegas or Utah just as easily.

Keep in mind, we're cops, not mind readers.

Maybe you're not, but I am. And I can see quite clearly you're going to be

looking for a new goddamn job if one hair on my daughter's head is harmed. Do

you hear me?

One hair!

Get this out in the field.

Take this friggin' picture off of that monitor! I don't want to see it!

Attention all units in pursuit of Red BMW.

Kidnapper identified as Jackson Davis Hammond, age 28.

Escaped prisoner convicted of armed bank robbery.

Shit!

God damn bastard.

He's desperate. This is really bad.

Things can get really messy now. Oh, an escape con. This is great.

Real life human drama at its nitty gritty best.

We've been keeping a lookout, but you never know where a creep like this is

going to pop up next.

We're going in close on the driver's side.

This guy's a lunatic.

We'll flank them on the passenger side. Squeeze them in.

Shit! What?

What? It's just gotten way too hairy.

What do you mean hairy?

I mean hairy.

This is too good.

Holy Christ! Get back! Get back!

Oh, my God, did you see that? Those vehicles tumbled across the freeway like

matchbox cars.

This is truly dramatic footage.

Byron, was that a gunshot we saw come out of the driver's side window?

Yes. Yes, that's affirmative, Wendy. It appears the assailant shot out the tires

on the cop car, causing the catastrophe.

This guy must be a sharpshooter to have such impeccable aim at such high speeds.

Possibly an ex-marine.

Holy shit.

Did you see him flip over?

I didn't mean to do that.

Well, what do you think is going to happen when you shoot a tire out at 80

miles an hour?

I don't know. I just went off. I didn't mean to shoot him.

Well, what were you going to do, squirt water at him?

Hey, shut up for a minute and let me think.

Your voice is cutting through my brain like nails.

What's that? supposed to mean what i have a shrilly voice excuse me for not

being the perfect hostage i said shut up this whole thing has gotten way too

violent i i hate violence you hate violence you are the epitome

of violence you're a gun wielding cop shooting maniac kidnapper now that's

violent no i am not don't tell me what i am when you don't know a damn thing

about me there is a difference in being violent And being driven to violence.

I am not a violent man.

God.

Well, then what are you? Look, I'll make it simple for you, all right?

I was convicted of a crime I did not commit.

The system does not believe me. Why should I expect you to?

That's who I am.

You're right. I don't believe you.

Now, there you go.

What kind of a crime?

What is that? What's that noise?

The phone.

Not a word out of you.

I'll press the send button.

Hello? Jackson Hammond, Chief Boyle, Newport Beach.

Son, why don't you pull over to the side and let the girl go?

What do you say we end this fiasco right now?

I promise to help you any way I can.

Nothing doing, Chief.

I don't give a damn about your hollow promises.

I've listened to Empty Height for two years.

For God's sake, Hammond, aren't you in enough trouble? What's this going to

prove? There's no escape. You know that. So why don't you just let the girl go

before she gets hurt? The girl is not going to get hurt if you tell your

officers to get off my back.

No, I can't do that. Get out of my way. Let me talk.

Jackson Hammond, this is Duncan Voss.

Daddy, help me. Do something.

If you harm my daughter, I'll kill you myself, you stinking son of a bitch.

You hear me? Tell him you're fine.

Do it.

Natalie?

I'm fine.

There, you hear that?

She's fine.

Well, Walton Voss, this is truly an honor.

Okay, Hammond, cut the crap.

How much do you want?

How much what do I want?

Money, you asshole.

Come on, I don't want to pander to the likes of you. Just tell me how much you

want, and it's yours.

Well, it's very kind of you, Mr. Voss, but I'm really not interested in your

goddamn money.

Of course he's interested in your money. What else could he want?

Don't make me lose my patience, Hammond.

$50,000.

$15,000?

That's all your daughter's worth to you?

You're a billionaire!

That's pathetic!

All right, fine. $100,000, then?

What the hell do you want?

An airplane?

What? Look, I don't want your money. I don't want your planes.

Come on, I didn't just fall off a turnip truck.

Yeah, it must have been a yam wagon. Your pop's got a good sense of humor.

Let me talk to my daughter.

Maddie, honey, I'm here.

Your father and I will get you out of this no matter what it costs.

Understand?

Be brave, darling.

That man isn't trying anything funny, is he?

No, Yvonne, he isn't trying anything funny.

Natalie, your mother and I... Stepmother.

Natalie, don't start.

Well, she isn't my mother, is she?

Can we not go through this right now? I'm being held hostage in a speeding

car, remember?

Don't you smart mouth me, young lady.

You have put me in a very touchy situation.

I'm supposed to be in a plane for Paris, for Christ's sake.

Sorry, Daddy.

I swear I don't know what's gotten into you, Natalie.

It's been one headache after another, hasn't it? What is your problem?

I've tried to give you everything you want.

She takes you for granted, Dalton. She's spoiled.

Hey, hey, hey!

What's the matter with you people?

Your daughter is going through a crisis right now and does not need to be

berated like this.

You listen to me, Hammond. No, you listen to me, Dalton.

Who talks to their daughter that way?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

She's obviously fallen into an unfortunate situation here and could use

just a little bit of compassion.

You think about it, asshole.

No offense, but what a dickhead.

Tell me about it.

Hammond? Hammond!

God damn it. As we continue our exclusive channel 8 coverage, looks like

help is on the way.

Three CHP cars and two CHP cycles have just joined the Newport Beach police in

pursuit of the BMW.

So far, this guy has managed to evade the police's every attempt to put an end

to this heinous runaway train scenario.

I tell you, it never ceases to amaze me how many people try and run from the

cops. I mean, what are they thinking?

Hello, I'm going to outrun a policeman.

What's going on in their tiny little minds? Do they really think they're

going to get away?

Like, take this Hammond guy. We're going to nail him.

This is a special edition of Channel 8 News at 6.

Tonight, terror on the freeway.

Good evening, I'm Bill Cromwell. If you've just joined us, tonight there's

terror on the freeway. As we follow live with exclusive coverage from Skycopter

8, a high-speed chase is now in progress.

Channel 8 News has learned that Newport Beach millionaire Dalton Voss' daughter,

Natalie Voss, is being held hostage by this man, Jackson Davis Hammond.

Wendy? Jack?

Jackson Hammond, also known as the Red Nose Robber, was scheduled to begin

serving a 25-year prison sentence for an armed bank robbery in 1991 before he

escaped just 24 hours ago.

Oh, Jack. Sounds pretty serious, Bill. All right, you are, Wendy. Now, police

are mum on Hammond's specific ransom demands, obviously trying to negotiate a

safe end to this horrific saga for Ms. Voss. Jack, you idiot.

Look at all those cuffs.

Nobody has ever talked that way to my father before.

That's because everybody wants something from him, including you.

Me? I don't want anything from my father. Sure you do.

Like what?

Like love, for instance. Respect.

Be treated like a human being, like a woman.

Not like some little baby girl, which is obviously how he still sees you. Am I

right?

Maybe. I think I'm right.

You know, there's a big responsibility to being Dalton Voss's daughter.

I never asked to be born to Dalton Voss.

I just want to be like everybody else.

Now, that's not 100% true, is it?

Yes, it is.

You mean, you'd rather be driving around in a primer used Chevy Nova than this

brand new BMW?

Get real.

It really wouldn't matter to me.

Whatever. It's true.

Once you've had money all your life, it's not that big of a deal anymore.

Hey, honey, when you don't have money all your life, believe me, it's a very

big deal.

You guys ever been on a chase this long before?

Are you kidding? We go on chases all the time.

Never this long, though.

Not this long exactly, but yeah, we go on a lot of chases.

Do you ever get scared?

This is off the record, right? Of course.

Scared shitless.

We're no wimps, though. No, I'm not saying we're wimps. We're just people

like everybody else.

Well, obviously we're people.

Standard-issue street soldiers.

Standard-issue street soldiers.

That's a great tagline. Thanks. Keep up with that myself.

So why do you hate your stepmom?

What makes you think I do?

Just a hunch.

She's a twit.

She obviously married my father for his money, but he's too stupid to notice.

She tries to control everything and everybody, but she can't control me.

Sounds like chaos.

I should have gone away to college. Then I wouldn't have to listen to their

bitching.

What about your real mom?

She lives in L.A.

Don't tell me. You don't like her either, right?

No, I do.

It's just that... She'd rather be my best friend than my mom.

I get so frustrated. I just want to do something.

Like what?

I don't know. Something.

Something other than what I'm supposed to do.

If you look now, you'll see how people are just opening up, allowing this car

to pass freely.

It's amazing that the police haven't stopped him.

Oh, wonderful.

Here comes the circus.

What is she doing here?

I happen to be the girl's mother, thank you.

How's my baby?

She seems just fine, Mrs. Voss. We're doing everything we can.

Ha, that's a laugh.

What's the matter, Dalton? Haven't you been able to buy things right this time?

Dalton, don't listen to that. The truth hurts, doesn't it? Frances, I am not in

the mood.

Dalton, you were never in the mood.

I never.

I never did either, Mary, to him.

Folks, folks, come on now. I know this tension is unsettling, but please.

This bickering amongst yourselves doesn't get us anything.

Hodges, get the vosses and Mr... McInerney.

McInerney, some coffee.

Yes, sir.

Chief, there's a Mr. Harry Josephson on the phone. He's Hammond's attorney from

San Francisco. Why the hell didn't you come and get me?

This is Chief Boyle. Talk to me. Chief, this is Harry Josephson. I'm Jackson

Hammond's attorney.

I just now found out about the predicament my client got into down

there. I think I can help. If I could just talk to him, I think I can get him

to listen to reason.

He listens to me.

Do what you gotta do. Only get him to let that girl out of the car or boss

will have all our heads.

Chief, I know Jackson Hammond.

The girl's gonna be just fine.

This is Corey Steinhoff, standing on the shoulder of the southbound lane to the 5

freeway, just past the Landview exit.

Behind me, traffic appears to be flowing normally. However, in the next few

seconds, Channel 17 Hardcore News will bring you the first live on-the-ground

shots of the hair-raising chase that Jackson Hammond... Here they come. Here

they come!

Byron, can you get us closer to that BMW?

Now, we want to get a glimpse into one of those windows, and maybe we can see

if Miss Voss is tied up or otherwise restrained in any way.

Well, as you can see, from the angle that I'm at, it's pretty hard to get a

look into the window. I mean, this baby is moving fast.

I'm Natalie Voss, daughter of billionaire... Hey, you're on the radio.

by halfway to Tijuana right now in her hijacked BMW.

Dalton Voss, you will remember, was recently the subject of public outcry

when he decided to tear down 14 blocks of low-income housing in East L.A. to

build a mid-city commuter airport.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Macho, macho man.

I want to be.

A macho man. I've got to be a macho, macho man.

I've got to be a macho. Hey!

Macho, macho man.

I always liked the cowboy the best.

Domino's Pizza!

Jack, it's me, Ari.

It's my lawyer.

Jack? Ari, I told you never to call me here.

Jack, this is wrong. This is very, very wrong.

I mean, I know you're disappointed.

Disappointed? How about destroyed, Ari? How about devastated?

Jack, this is not the way to beat the system. Screw the system. No, not screw

the system.

Massage the system, play the system, work the system, but don't screw the

system because the system's gonna screw you more.

I massaged the system, didn't I?

Huh? Didn't I do everything right?

Yeah, you did.

Yeah, damn straight I did. Where did it get me?

San Quentin!

You can't give up now.

What do you want me to do, sit around and rot for the next 25 years while you

come up with a better idea?

Oh, wait a minute, Ari.

I'm a kidnapper. I'm probably looking at life.

Ah, forget it, pal.

This just ain't my year.

Look, Jack, why don't you just let the girl out?

Nobody's gonna hurt you if you just give yourself up.

You'll come back, we'll talk, we'll figure something else out.

Maybe we can get the public behind you.

Public outcry against injustice is a very powerful tool.

Oh, yeah, the public's gonna love my ass.

The red-nosed robber kidnaps the richest girl in the country.

Probably get my own sitcom.

Don't underestimate the public.

I ain't stopping.

Taking this one all the way to Mexico.

Going Latin, chief.

Jack, Mexico isn't the answer.

You're innocent.

We'll get a retrial. We'll get that blood-tested missing. You'll eventually

get out, so just stop the damn car. Give yourself up before it's too late.

Look, Ari, in case I don't get another chance to say this, I just wanted to say

thanks for everything.

You did something nobody else ever did, Ari.

You believed in me.

I really appreciate that.

Jack, quit talking crazy.

You're talking like it's over.

Listen, I still believe in you. I'm still working hard. We can beat this

thing together. I can get you out.

I'm already out, Ari.

I'm already out.

I don't want my

kids to be cops.

I'm out here every day risking my life so they can have it better than me.

I've got a kid who wants to be an astronaut.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Besides, being a cop messes with your head.

How so?

I mean, every day, day in, day out, you're dealing with the scum of the

earth. I mean, the only people you come in contact with are dope pushers and

pimps and killers and child molesters. Pretty soon you start thinking that

everybody's rotten.

Ari, I told you that... Jack Hammond, Jerry Kunkel, Channel 9 Hardcore News

Live. While I have you on this Channel 9 exclusive interview, let me ask you a

question I know is on the minds of all our viewers.

Just what do you intend to do when that car runs out of gas?

That's the question on the minds of all your viewers?

Whether I run out of gas or not?

Tell you what, Jer, you let your viewers know...

that I hope Miss Voss's fear and my desperation are entertainment enough for

them. After all, that's what this is all about, right? What makes for good

television? The story, as it breaks, live, coming to you from the bad guy

himself?

I mean, we wouldn't want your viewers to change the fucking channel, would we?

What the hell's this world coming to?

Nice.

Sorry. I'll buy you a new one.

Something just passed Flower Bowl. I'm about 30 yards back. Stay with him. I'm

coming on your right. I can't see him.

Where is he? He's in front of the Pier 1 truck.

All right. He just passed the Flower Bowl.

He'll be coming up pretty soon. So just slow down a little, Dale.

Pump, then.

Pump.

Stupid cop. Stupid!

Couldn't stop a snail on a salt bed.

You see him yet? No, not yet.

When you see him, tell me quick. I will.

Now, when I give the order, you ram him hard into the guardrail, Dale.

That'll stop him.

I'm a road warrior.

I know you are, Dale.

I am.

Time to stop those little yuppie punks, Dale. Dude, are we going to be on TV?

You know we are, dude.

That's hot. You know we are.

Did either of you ever actually kill anyone?

Not yet.

I did.

How did it feel?

It didn't feel like I thought it would.

It felt shitty.

It felt wrong.

What can you do?

There's nothing you could do.

That's what I keep telling myself.

Of course I'd do it again if I had to. I mean, it's my job.

Hold that thought. I gotta change tapes.

This is great stuff, guys. I mean, really, really, really good stuff. Real

true to life. I love it.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Wendy, Tom Capone, standing here at the border between California and Tijuana.

As you can see behind me, the San Diego PD and the CHP are working feverishly to

create an impenetrable wall of force here at the gateway into Mexico in hopes

of stopping this heinous chase from crossing the border.

Is such a radical measure safe for the Captain Miss Voss? The San Diego PD says

yes, the critics say no, but only time will tell.

Hello, San Diego.

What are you doing?

I was going to offer you a piece of gum.

Oh.

What did you think was in there, a knife or something?

Could have mace.

If I had mace, I would have used it by now.

You're not a very smart criminal.

Thank you. That's what I've been trying to tell you.

So you're going to tell me why you're on the run?

You wouldn't believe me.

I'm not so sure I believe me anymore.

Try me.

Promise you won't laugh.

Why would I laugh?

Okay, two years ago, I'm sitting at home watching a ball game.

Dodgers are losing.

I hate the Dodgers.

You want to hear this or not?

I'm sorry.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, some guy robbing a bank

dressed like a clown.

Clown? Yes, a clown.

It seems that some jerk had knocked off several banks in a clown outfit.

The media and all of their originality picked up on this and labeled him the

Red Nose Robber.

So I'm coming out of Osco's a couple days later.

There's two cops waiting for me. Bang, they pick me up, haul me in.

Why would they haul you in? Let me get to that.

I was stuck in Sonoma.

The only job I could wrangle was...

Playing a clown at kids birthday parties, which wasn't such a bad gig

Flexible hours a lot of free cake one of my neighbors some old battleaxe. He's

the story on the news She calls the cops They get a search warrant crash down the

door and they find the costume It's all over.

Did you have to wear those big shoes?

I knew you'd make fun of me I'm sorry.

I'm not I'm not gone Sorry, keep saying don't worry They don't put innocent

people in jail. Well, he was obviously wrong because they do.

What are you looking at?

I don't quite picture you as a clown.

So you don't believe me?

I didn't say that.

You're here!

That's you!

Grandma! Time to be heroes!

How's that guy doing?

Okay.

tragic imagery.

A green monster truck, obviously an undercover law enforcement vehicle, made

a valiant attempt to sideswipe the BMW with disastrous results.

Almost ready, Mr. Josephson?

That was a pretty dangerous and radical maneuver from the police, especially

with a hostage at risk and that roadblock up ahead, wouldn't you say,

Byron? Radical? Yes.

But I imagine these cops are getting awfully desperate.

Three, two, you're on. Randy, thank you very much. This is Paul Danridge with

Channel 3's live on-the-scene exclusive interview with Jackson Hammond's

attorney, Ari Josephson. Mr. Josephson, if Mr. Hammond is innocent, why was he

found guilty beyond a reasonable doubt by a jury?

During the bank robbery, the actual thief cut his hand on the teller's paper

spindle. A sample of that dried blood was taken.

and tested and compared with a sample of my client's blood.

Jack's blood is type B positive.

The red-nosed robber's blood is type A.

But because the evidence was collected improperly from the crime scene, it was

deemed inadmissible in court. Thank you very much. Let's go back to the studio.

Hey, hey, look at that.

You're a folk here already.

I don't care.

Look, if you ask me, I think your lawyer's right. You keep on fighting.

Almost sounds like you believe me.

You don't strike me as the kind of guy who gives up that easily.

What makes you think that?

Ah, that.

Yeah, that.

You're 28 years old, Natalie. I got a lot of good years ahead of me. I'm not

going to waste them away in some prison.

Yeah, but... Yeah, but what?

Well, you're out getting married and taking vacations and having barbecues in

the backyard and getting all excited about your kid's first tooth.

I'll be in a concrete cell surrounded by murderers, rapists, and large hairy

-backed men who think I have a real cute ass. I'm sorry, but it's just not my

style. There's got to be something you can do.

I mean, if the blood test proves it, why can't you just stand up in court and

scream it? This is your life we're talking about.

They've got all these little rules, precedents, procedures, legal loopholes,

all these fancy words and books, all this crap that's more important than a

human being.

So that's it?

Just about, yeah.

When were you sentenced?

Yesterday.

So that's why you ran?

Yep. And that's why you stole the car?

Yep.

And that's why you freaked out when you saw the cops and grabbed me?

Catching on fast, kid.

I don't blame you.

I don't know why, but... I believe you, Jack.

Thanks. It means a lot to me.

And so to be able to almost bust someone before they do the crime, you have to be

somewhat telepathic. So that's why I see myself as almost a prophet.

A street prophet, if you will.

I gotta change microphones.

What? I gotta fix the mic.

It'll just take a second here. Hold still.

Back off! Back off! Get down, you stupid

little nothing!

What is this?

I don't believe this.

This is Frank Smuntz, Channel 12 San Diego Evening News, riding in the thick

of the police high-speed chase.

As you can see, Channel 12 is the first newscast to get a close-up look into the

face of this runaway horror. If we're lucky, we're hoping to get a visual

confirmation on the condition of the hostage.

Miss!

Can we show that on TV?

Frank?

Frank?

Um, it appears we've lost our feed there from Frank Smuntz riding right alongside

that speeding BMW.

Lolly. Thanks, Steve.

I think before we continue, we should take a moment to apologize to our

viewers for that obscene gesture you just saw coming from the window of that

speeding car.

Yes, that's the risk we take with live TV, isn't it, Lolly?

That's right.

We'll be back with more live coverage of Kidnapped at 100 miles per hour after

these messages.

Oh,

I've had my share of boyfriends.

But they've all been losers, you know, boring.

It'd have to be. My father had to approve them all.

A cold doll can't be that bad.

You must have done something, right?

Why? Well, how great you turned out to be.

Me? Come on.

I'm a total basket case. You don't even know the half of it.

No, no, my intuition about people is very good.

I could tell right away you had your act together.

Yeah, when did you decide that?

In the convenience store.

We shared that look, remember?

Yeah. I thought to myself, if only life were different, maybe I could meet a

girl like that someday.

Really? I swear to God.

Believe it or not, when I was holding the gun to your back, I couldn't help

but notice how lovely your hair smelled.

You're crazy.

That would be affirmative.

You know, you really hurt me with that gun.

You didn't have to jam it into my back so hard.

Sorry.

About the gun, uh...

What?

Makes a handy weapon in a pinch.

You kidnapped me with a candy bar?

You have to admit, it was rather inventive.

Oh, God.

Don't be upset. If I'd had a real gun, I would have used it.

It sure felt like a gun.

I thought for sure everybody would hear the rapper crinkle.

Oh, God.

I can just see the headline now.

Hey, hey, candy thief.

Kidnapper exposed when candy gun melts in hand.

Hey, hey, come on.

Thanks. Thank you.

And my father only knew you kidnapped me with a candy bar. Think of the

embarrassment.

Oh, God.

What a jerk.

You know...

He's probably thinking right now about how he can use all this publicity

because he wants to run for governor of California.

Now listen, once this whole fiasco is over, I want you to get me and Natalie

on AM San Diego and all the national morning shows.

Call Ted Turner.

Tell him I'll give him an exclusive first once this whole insane thing is

wrapped up in exchange for some good publicity.

He owes me one.

You get the work, I'll call you back.

Mr. Voss, what is it? Our chopper's back.

Well, it's about time.

Get me to that barricade.

Thanks, Rocky. This is Paige Brunion with Channel 17 Hardcore News. I am

coming to you live on the shoulder of the 5 freeway. And standing here with me

are Will and Dale. They are the drivers of the green monster van. Tell me,

gentlemen, what possessed you? Monster truck.

What possessed you to take such radical and desperate measures to stop the BMW

yourselves?

Dude!

We are just doing our duty as Americans.

Right, Will? That's right. And it's not the first time we've had to take matters

into our own hands. Mark my words, they'll be pulling over soon.

We really scared them, didn't we? Didn't you see the look on their faces?

Sure did.

Whoa. And we'd be happy to tell anyone about it. Anyone. Anytime. On Oprah or

Geraldo or Sally Jesse or any of those shows.

That's right. And you can usually find this at Big Willie's Dirty Dogs. Most

times.

It's Will and this is Dale.

We've been through a lot of heavy stuff in that truck before.

Monster madness, Gary. Major monster madness.

Gentlemen, please, with me.

We're not fooling around.

We're not fooling around.

Sometimes you have to go bull by the horns of American citizens.

There you have it. And who says a great American hero is a thing of the past?

Back to you, Rocky. I hope you can see this, Bill and Wendy.

It's like a circus down there.

You know, Byron, it's easy for us reporting this story to forget there's a

very scared little girl inside that car. We can only imagine as this chase

continues the horror young Natalie Voss is experiencing right now.

Oh, shit.

It stings.

I want it to get infected.

I'm so sorry about this.

As you should be.

What are you doing?

I'm sweating.

I've never met anybody quite like you, Jack.

I wish things were different.

I'm really a pretty likable guy when I'm not a fugitive.

I wish things were different, too.

Isn't it funny how people meet?

They can come from two totally different worlds and never even know each other

exists.

And then one day they meet and their lives are never the same.

Are you married?

No.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No, I don't have a girlfriend.

And it's true that you haven't been with a woman in a couple years?

It's true.

If all this doesn't work out, you'll go back to prison, right?

Probably.

So it's conceivable that... you'd never be with a woman ever again,

right?

What are you doing falling in love with you

Natalie

you can't we can't do this

I Can't help it.

Let me never have this chance again

Wait a second.

Wait a second.

Can't see the road.

There it is.

There's the road.

Ten more miles, do or die.

What the hell is he swerving all over for?

I just figured it all out.

It's just like you said, I'm your insurance policy.

What are you talking about?

Well, as long as I'm your hostage, they can't get to you. You can demand a

ransom from my father, we'll take the money, we'll escape to Mexico, just like

you said.

Hey, hey, hey, hold on a minute here, Patty Hearst.

What? On second thought, maybe Mexico ain't such a hot idea.

We'll have to wait in line at the border while they check the trunk for legal

fruit. Come on. No, I'm completely serious. They'll never be able to get

us. I'm your hostage. There's no way they could possibly think we're in this

together.

It's getting close.

It's getting real close.

This could actually work. Yes, it's going to work. It's going to work.

All right. I know this beautiful spot in Cabo San Lucas where the beaches are

gorgeous.

God, this is so romantic.

Have you noticed that there's no other cars on the road anymore?

Stop it! Oh shit!

Stop it!

Hang on!

Maybe this whole thing wasn't such a hot idea after all.

This is it!

This is more exciting than election night! Box him in, box him in, box him

in!

Monkeys.

Can you see this?

Hammond is leading the pursuit in a giant game of Ring Around the Roses.

Jack, you anti-hero. If you're going to get away, get away now.

Bill, this is really ridiculous. It's pretty clear now that this guy Jack

Hammond is just toying with the police.

I hope they put him away for a long time.

You are dead serious about going with me.

Serious as a heart attack. You are absolutely, positively, 100% sure about

this. I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life.

We'll be fugitives.

Sounds exciting.

You won't be Natalie Voss anymore.

Who the hell is she anyway? I don't know. I don't know. You're going to give

up everything for me.

Don't flatter yourself. I'm doing it for me, too.

Of course you are.

This is it!

Let's keep going.

Look, Natalie, if I had things my way, you'd be the girl I'd run away to

paradise with.

But I'm gonna be your hostage.

Natalie, it's over.

I can't let you ruin your life because of me.

I think it's time for you to go home now.

You can't mean that.

You know, until yesterday.

The worst thing I ever did in my whole life was cheat on a biology exam.

And now I'm a car thief, kidnapper, cop shooter,

police evader.

I can't do this to you.

I can't make you part of this anymore.

Besides, I can't hold you hostage anymore.

We ate the gun.

But you have the real gun.

These real guns make me nervous.

The better with the candy ones.

Jack, you're innocent.

We can make this work.

You're really something.

You know that?

Thank you.

For what?

For believing in me.

Let the girl go now, Hammond!

That's been a hell of a ride, huh, kid?

What say you, uh... step out of the car and walk away from me?

I'll be fine.

You come with me.

You first.

I'm right behind you

Miss Voss! Miss Voss! Okay, stay down. Oh, you're a lucky girl. You're a lucky

girl. Just get right behind the door there. Just get right behind the door

there. We'll take care of him. Don't worry.

Boy, I hope he tries something now.

Come on, Hammond.

Just give me one reason.

Way to go, Jack.

Come on, Hammond!

You're in a no-win situation!

Put your hands out of the car where I can see them!

You can drive away from here.

We got you now, my friend.

Take it nice and easy now.

Nice and easy. Nice and easy. Nice and

easy.

I'd love to kill you. I would love to kill you.

But you can't run. He's a bastard!

I saw it.

I don't like you.

Keep your gun on him! Keep your gun on him!

Ain't nothing gonna help you, Hammond.

Sorry about all this, Mr. Voss.

Your daughter's a fine young lady.

This is the money shot Ned. The father to our reunion.

Beautiful. He didn't hurt me.

He's innocent.

He's innocent.

Later.

That was really funny.

That was really funny how that guy smacked you. Give him his rights.

Now that we're spending all this quality time together, let me tell you about

your rights. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and

will be used against you in a court of law. If you do not have an attorney, one

will be assigned to you. Do you understand all the rights I have read to

you right now? Yes. Good boy, now shut up.

How's it look?

How's it look?

It's beautiful.

You know what happens to pretty boys like you when they go to prison after

the lights go out? Oh, girlfriend.

Oh, girlfriend.

Uncuff him now.

What? What the hell? What in God's name?

Have you lost your mind, young lady?

I said uncuff Jack Hammond now.

Come on, Miss Voss. Put the gun down. You don't know what you're doing.

This guy's brainwashing her. Come on.

Ned, get a shot of this.

Natalie. Stop embarrassing me. Do it or I'll blow his brains out all over live

TV. Miss Forrest, don't do it. You're confused. He's confused you. It's very

confusing. Don't move.

business. God damn it. Would you think about what you're doing? This guy's a

scumbag. He doesn't want you. He's only using you. Come on, put the gun down.

Back away from Jack now.

You're going completely crazy, you know that?

Thanks for noticing.

What do you plan to get us out of this one?

Watch me and wait.

Takes all kinds, doll.

Okay, Bill, Wendy, I hope you're getting this. They are walking directly towards

the helicopter, and they're staring at me like a couple of crazed dogs. I'm

going to try to get a word from them if I can. This is unbelievable, ladies and

gentlemen.

Oh, my.

Let's go, pal. Let's go. Come on. I'm being answered. Come on. Go. Go.

Unbelievable.

Not so fast.

Did you get it? Did you get it? Yes!

I want big. I want cinematic.

I want... I want Pennebaker.

Get this. Get the copy.

If I listened to everything that they said to me, I wouldn't be here.

And if I took the time to bleed from all the tiny little arrows shot my way, I

wouldn't be here.

The ones who don't do anything are always the ones who try to put you down.

And you could spend your entire life walking around in the nowhere land of

self-doubt.

Because when you start to doubt yourself, the real world will eat you

alive.

It's time, it's time.

It's time to align your body with your mind.

It's hero time.

It's time. It's time. It's time to align your body with your mind.

It's hero time.

Because when you start to doubt yourself, the real world will eat you

alive.

And you know it's true.

I'm talking to you.

Hero time starts right now.

Hey!

Yeah, time to shine.

Hey, hero time.

If you think you've got 100 years to mess around, you're wrong.

This time is real. Your time is now. It's hero time.

Yeah, hero time.

Hey, time to shine.

It's Hero Time!

Hey! Time to shine!

Yeah! Hero Time!

Yeah! Hero Time!

Yeah!

It's Hero Time!

It's Hero Time!

Time to shine!

Shine! Shine! Shine! Shine!

Oh yeah!

We wrote this song, it's not too short, it's not too long. It's got backup

vocals in just the right places.

It's got a few losing odds, and it takes a little part, just before I sing the

airport.

Please play this song on the radio.

Almost every line is sung in time, and almost every verse ends in a rim.

Only problem we had was writing enough words.

Move on.

But that's okay, because the chorus is coming up again now.

Please play this song on the radio.

Please play this song on the radio.

Please play this song on the radio.

Please play this song on the radio.

Please play this song on the radio.

You smell that?

Do you smell that?

Nothing else in the world smells like that, son.

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

You know, one day we had a hill bomb.

When I woke up, we didn't find one of them, not one stinking big body.

But that smell, that gasoline smell, the whole hill smelled like

victory.