We can see the same inside view angle as Dangle has. Garcia and Jones are on patrol. Jones is driving. They are not speaking.
"I." says Garcia.
"No."
"Come on!"
"No talking."
"Jonsey, you know it was only a harmless joke."
"You made a joke about a black kid stealing someone's bike."
He turns his head and looks at Garcia pissed through his sunglasses.
Garcia yells, "Whoa! Slow down, slow down," he points, "Stop!"
Jones slams on the breaks and Garcia jolts forward. Smoke comes off the tires.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"You told me to stop."
"Well yeah! But not slam my head into the freakin' windshield! Jesus." "Then why are we stopped?" Garcia steps out. Jones joins him. Jones looks up to where Garcia is again pointing. There is a man atop a telephone pole. Jones shades his eyes with his left hand from the direct sunlight. Garcia puts his hands on hi hips. Jones speaks, "Now how'd he get up there?"