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***.
l know.
[tires screeching]
(policeman) F-O-C-K-E-R.
(Bernie) Hey, it's Jack.
Hey, Jack.
[both screaming]
(Bernie) Wait!
(Greg) Jack!
Jack.
Halt.
Jack.
Jack. Jack.
Weaver stance!
[groans]
[stun gun clicking]
Oh, my God. You shot my son.
Halt.
Your son has merely been stunned
by a less than lethal weapon.
[groaning]
Remain calm.
50,OOO volts of electricity are now passing
into your skeletal muscle tissue.
Your central nervous system has been incapacitated
but you will regain motor functions momentarily.
[groans]
(Jack) Officer, do you mind telling me
why you're arresting these men?
Oh, mercy, it iust gets better and better.
That is none of your business, Iooky-loo.
Return to your camper.
At ease, son. Put away the Taser.
Jack Byrnes, CIA.
C-l what?
Says here you're retired.
What'll you show me next, old-timer, your AARP card?
Now, you listen to me, and you listen good.
What's he doing?
Don't worry, he'll get us out of this.
You have no right to--
Stand down, sir.
No, l will not stand down. You will stand down.
l will not stand down.
You will stand down
or you will be working security
in a retirement home in Point Beach.
[stun gun clicking] Remain calm.
lt's been almost an hour.
You think they caught up with him?
Hmm. Sure, sweetheart.
lf l know Bernie,
they're probably sitting in a café in Little Havana
eating chimichangas and working out their issues.
[police siren wailing]
[políce radío chatteríng]
(policeman) Check it out.
He's got a rubber ***.
[men laughing]