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Man: Cops? Shit!

Phelps: Stop! LAPD!

Biggs: Stay on his ass, Cole. Don't lose him.

Enough games, Phelps. Take this guy out.

Step on it, huh? Just get me a little closer.

Smash the son of a bitch's rear wheels!

I'll go for the tires. That ought to slow the son of a bitch down.

Get in close and steer him off the tar.

Man: But I'm scared to go to prison, mister! They'll take one look at me and. . .