The day of the chase, I left the house,
went to go run a couple of errands,
bought some things for my car, went and sold some dope,
you know, rolled through a stop sign.
I seen a cop a block over.
He gets behind me, sure enough, pulls me over.
[siren sounding]
He comes up, tells me what I did, asked
for my license and insurance.
Of course, I don't have them.
I glance in my mirror.
He's running my name.
The nervous energy was overwhelming.
I've got pistols.
I've got drugs.
I've got to go.
Chase is on.
I may be able to get away if I can make
the right moves real quick.
But I'm still not thinking, you know,
you're going to get your ass in trouble for doing this.
I don't think I have any idea of, you know,
where I'm trying to get to right now.
I'm just trying to get away.
Many emotions going through my mind right there.
Am I going to hit this van?
Am I going to hurt myself, someone else?
That feeling of, you know, whatever's going
to happen is going to happen.
I honestly don't know what I was thinking.
Taff was driving the wrong way on roadways.
He was doing U-turns in the middle of the intersections.
He was running people off the road.
If they're driving the wrong way and hit somebody head on,
in the state of Oklahoma, that's first-degree murder.
[tires squealing]
When I first saw the helicopters,
you know, I felt sick in my stomach,
just that thought of knowing that you might get away just
went away.
They start throwing out spike strips.
MAN: Going to throw stop sticks here.
He missed him.
They missed with the stop sticks there that the suspect
was able to get over.
I just turned right there to miss a spike strip
they'd thrown out.
So I had two choices, run over spike strips, get flat tires,
or jump on the highway.
So I took the out, and I got on the highway.
MAN: You're looking at real stupidity in motion here.
I'm doing anywhere from 100 to 120 miles an hour at all times
on the highway, even cutting in and out traffic.
REPORTER 1: And now the OHP officer is trying
to bump the back of that car.
MAN: Like, they spun him out.
REPORTER 2: They spun out.
He's now heading backwards.
There was a--
REPORTER 1: Oh my goodness.
REPORTER 2: That's unbelievable.
That is unbelievable.
Everything happened so quickly.
You know, I'm trying to steer, shift
gears, and not hit anything.
And everything's a blur, though.
I tap the brakes, downshift to second, pull out of it.
I'm pretty surprised I was able to recover from it.
And the first instinct's just keep going.
Don't give up yet.
I get back up to about 60 miles an hour pretty quick.
REPORTER 2: He's going to try it again.
MAN: We're going to try it again.
They're going to try it again.
REPORTER 1: I have never seen anything like this.
I spin a complete 360.
And I'm still going.
MAN: But we are still going westbound.
They're trying to spin him out here on I-270.
REPORTER 1: My goodness.
REPORTER 2: This person has the lives of a cat.
So they hit me on my passenger side, which
spins me the opposite way.
I end up hitting the wall on the highway, skid down it.
This might be over.
You know, I'm done.
REPORTER 2: There we go.
It worked.
Third time worked.
I'm going to reverse.
The highway patrol's bumping me from the front.
We lock eyes.
You know, I'm pretty sure he figures I'm about to give up.
REPORTER 1: They're trying to corral him, but, boy.
REPORTER 2: He is not giving up. No.
This is unbelievable.
REPORTER 1: He is determined to get away.
Car's still running.
Why give up?
I can't believe what's happening.
So I continue going.
I'm feeling pretty cocky about everything, you know.
It's like, you're not going to stop me.
This chase needed to end.
The fourth one is actually the worst, yeah.
When the fire hydrant stopped me, the car's still running.
I've got air in all four tires.
I just can't go anywhere.
The only thing I could see at the time
was cops surrounding my car.
They were yanking from both sides
and jerking me so hard they pulled me out of my shoes.
Whatever it takes, we're going to get you.
We've got helicopters.
We've got dogs.
We've got radios.
And we've got a lot of people.
And the numbers are stacked against you.
I was probably relieved that it was over.
And at the same time, I wish it wouldn't have been over.
I ended up getting a 12-year sentence
in the state penitentiary.