Sergeant: Put your gun down!
Max: Get back put your hands down! Look,I gotta go!
Sergeant: Put down the gun!
Max: Stop moving! Stop moving. When did this become a negotiation?
[Max makes the sergeant cuff himself to the crashed cab]
Max: Clap your hands together. Hold your hands together. Listen, somebody's gonna get killed if I don't go right now. Now cuff yourself. I'm going to Sixth and Fig. Call the cops.