Driver plays BUMPER CARS in an attempt to get away after Arkansas State Police PIT

Yeah. I don't know. He's out. He's back. All right, I'm going to move my right hand. Undo it with your left hand. Your right hand. Undo your seatbelt with your right hand. Right hand. Right there. Crawl across. Keep your hands up. Crawl across out to me. Hands up. Wait. Do the best I fucking can. I'm going to cover you. 10. 10-15. Ugh, you bastard. What did she fucking say to you, Sammy? What were you running? I wasn't running until somebody smacked my fucking car. Oh, you didn't see the blue lights behind you for the last several miles? No, sir. I got a I.D. on you. All right, what's this bridge at that we're at? Yeah, that's next to where I was on the left. Last name Lincoln Young Nora Nora, first name Joe, first name Lee, 93-12-10, 93-12-10. What's up? What's that figure I got? Same side as last time. Hello? No. Wrong way. Hang on. Yeah, we're good. Can you hear me? Yeah, we're good. No? No, just, uh, I mean just some rubber part on my pit bumper, but... It went stalled the way I started. He caught my eye. I was sitting there by the sales building. Yeah, he's sitting in the room. He's... Yeah.