Man With Marijuana Runs From Cops

When a man gets busted for marijuana possession and running from the police, he does the only thing left to do: fake that his legs won't work. It doesn't work.

WE'RE GONNA CATCH UPTO THIS VEHICLE

THAT'S COMING OFFA DEAD-END STREET

THAT'S HIGH IN NARCOTICAND CRIME ACTIVITY,

AND IT DOESN'T HAVEA FRONT LICENSE PLATE

SO WE'RE GONNA CATCH UP TO HIM

AND SEE WHAT'S GOING ON.

6,000.

402-- 401 TRAFFIC.

Dispatcher: 401.

IT'LL BE BENNETTAND HELBIG.

( siren blares )

STOP!

HE'S GOT IT IN HIS HANDS!

( panting )

Schmoker: DOWN.

WHERE YOU AT?

- YOU GOT HIM?- YEAH.

Schmoker: PUT YOUR HANDS BEHINDYOUR BACK, DUDE.

- YOU'RE HURTING ME, MAN.- I'M NOT TRYING TO HURT YOU.

-I'M TRYING TO GET YOU IN CUFFS.- YOU'RE HURTING ME.

STAY HERE. OKAY?

I'M GONNA SIT UP.

Bean: NO, YOU'RE GONNALAY DOWN, MAN.

HE THREW SOMETHINGEITHER IN THAT SECTION

OR RIGHT HERE.

HE RAN THROUGH HERE,STOPPED.

HE HAD SOMETHINGIN HIS HANDS.

WHEN HE TOOK OFF THAT WAY,HE DIDN'T HAVE IT.

( radio chatter )

Schmoker: I BELIEVEIT'S GONNA BE NARCOTICS.

HE HAD HANDFULS.YOU CAN WALK?

WE GOTTA GO TO THE ROAD.

I KNOW.GIVE ME A SECOND.

HOLD IT.I THINK MY LEG'SGONNA GIVE OUT.

WELL, MINE TOO.

COME ON, MAN.COME ON, DUDE.

I GOT TO REST.

I GOT TO REST.

WE JUST CHASED AFTER YOUWEARING ALL THIS STUFF

AND YOU GONNA TELL USYOU GOTTA REST?

MY LEGS IS DEAD, MAN.

LISTEN, MAN.THERE'S A LOT OF THORNS.

IF ME AND MY PARTNERHAVE TO CARRY YOU,

YOU'RE GONNA GET CUT UP BYALL THE THORNS, ALL RIGHT?

SO HELP US OUT.

WHEN YOU GET50 YARDS THAT WAY,

YOU CAN TAKEALL THE REST YOU WANT.

- WHAT I'M SAYING--- AIR-CONDITIONED CAR, MAN.

YO, WHAT I'M SAYING--

MY LEGS, THEY QUIT--

OKAY, MY LEGS HURT TOO.BUT I CAN MAKE IT 50 YARDS, MAN.

- COME ON. HELP ME OUT.- I AM. I'M TRYING TO HELP.

ALL RIGHT, ROLL THAT WAY THEN.I'LL HELP YOU UP THE OTHER WAY.

I CAN'T LEAN THAT WAY.

I CAN'T SLEEP THAT WAYIN THE BED.

Bean: DO YOU THINKHE THREW ANYTHING?

- YES.- WHERE AT?

- OVER THERE.- ALL RIGHT.

- I WILL TELL YOU--- OKAY, LOOK, YOU'RE GONNAHAVE TO SIT UP THIS WAY

LIKE YOU'RE SITTING UPSTRAIGHT, OKAY?

HOLD ON, GIVE MEA SECOND, MAN.

LISTEN, WHETHER YOU GOTO THE HOSPITAL

OR YOU GO TO JAIL NOW,EITHER WAY YOU'RE GOING.COME ON.

- MY LEG'S DEAD.- WHATEVER.

Y'ALL TOTE ME IF YOU HAVE TO.

Bean: YOU WANT US TO TOTE YOU?HOW OLD ARE YOU, MAN?

- I JUST HAD SURGERY.- ON WHAT?

- MY CLAVICLE, MY COLLARBONE.- Schmoker: THEN WE SHOULDN'THAVE TO CARRY YOU.

THAT'S GONNA HURT YOUR ARM MORE.- I'M ON MEDICATIONAND THINGS, MAN.

- MY LEGS IS--- WE'RE TRYINGTO GIVE YOU THE OPTION

SO YOU DON'T GET HURT MORE.ARE YOU GONNA WALK?

'CAUSE WE CAN'T JUSTSTAY IN HERE.

Bean: YOU WANT HIMTO HELP YOU GET UP, MAN?

HE CAN HELP YOU, MAN.HE'LL HELP YOU ALL DAY.

HE DON'T WANT TO WALK.HE'S HAVING SOME DIFFICULTIES.

- MY LEG'S DEAD, MAN.- LET'S GO.

OW! ( groans )

HEY, WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAN?

- OFFICER ANDREWS.- OFFICER ANDREWS.

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