[Clarence Boddicker and his crew are fleeing an armed robbery]
Clarence Boddicker:
[opening up boxes of charred money] Shit! I don't believe it!
Bobby:
What?
Clarence Boddicker:
You! You burnt the fucking money!
Bobby:
I had to blow the door! What do you want?
Clarence Boddicker:
It's as good as marked, you asshole! [throws the money in Bobby's face] You stupid, stupid asshole! [Emil, the driver, pounds the dashboard]
Emil M. Antonowsky:
CLARENCE!
Clarence Boddicker:
What do you want?!
Emil M. Antonowsky:
We've got a cop on our tail! [The gang members pump their shotguns. Leon Nash walks over to the back window, looks out and sees Murphy and Lewis's police car behind them]
Leon Nash:
Move it! Bring it up!
Joe P. Cox:
Move it!
Emil M. Antonowsky:
Hey, hey! This crate ain't going to outrun a cop!
Clarence Boddicker:
Slow down, then!
Emil M. Antonowsky:
What, are you crazy, man?! [Boddicker strikes Emil with his fists]
Clarence Boddicker:
Shut the fuck up and do it! Just do it!
[Cut to Murphy and Lewis in the cruiser]
Alex Murphy:
Central, this is 1-5-4. We are in pursuit of 2-1-1 suspects. Request backup.
Dispatcher:
Roger, 1-5-4. Back up is currently unavailable.
Alex Murphy:
[to Lewis] Give me your piece. [He straps on his helmet and loads his and Lewis's pistols]
Dispatcher:
Backup ETA, 15 minutes.
[Cut to the panel truck]
Clarence Boddicker:
Bobby, get the door! Everybody load up!
Leon C. Nash:
All right, let's go! Come on! [Everybody checks their weapons and aims them at the back doors]
Alex Murphy:
OK!
Anne Lewis:
All right. Go. [Murphy leans his head out the window, and the police car catches up to the panel truck]
Clarence Boddicker:
NOW! [Bobby kicks open the back doors and the gang opens fire, only to notice the police car has vanished]
Leon C. Nash:
What the fuck? Where did he go?!
Clarence Boddicker:
Emil!
Emil M. Antonowsky:
[looks out the passenger's window] Here! He's up here! [Murphy and Lewis are driving right next to the truck. Boddicker fires his shotgun out the window, and Murphy fires back]
Gang members:
Jesus!
[The police car falls back behind the panel truck. Murphy continues shooting, until Bobby falls, hit in the legs]
Clarence Boddicker:
Get him! [Nash rushes over to the back door and fires, bullets hitting the roof lights and cracking the windshield]
Bobby:
Ah, shit, Clarence! My leg!
Clarence Boddicker:
Leon! Pick him up!
[Murphy, outside, reloads his pistol. Inside, the gang members pull Bobby to his feet]
Clarence Boddicker:
Can you fly, Bobby?
Bobby:
Clarence, no! [The gang members heave Bobby out the doors and he lands on the police car's windshield. Lewis panics, and spins out]