Rider… I have a suspect fleeing west
on Cherry. Repeat, west on Cherry. – That’s a dead end. You got him.
– 10-4 on that. What’s the suspect’s location? – Up.
– What? The suspect is going up. Oh, my God. People, help me. Go, go, go. Surround him.
Make a perimeter. Let’s go. Come in, please. – Come here.
– No. You’re pissing me off. Okay, okay. Sorry. Take a right. You should have joined us, Rider. Soon we will have the contract… …and then you will only be a footnote
in the history of the new hell. Time to clear the air. You’re a slow learner,
aren’t you, Rider? You cannot catch the wind. No. Oh, my God.