Desert Blue Page #5

You talk on the phone all day,

and you don't know anything?

Exactly.

You bastard.

Anybody seen Keeler?

The mayor needs to talk to him.

Looks like that position in Peaksville

will work out if we live.

Sheriff, this government guy

won't say anything.

What the hell is going on?

Can you do something?

I don't know what to say, Sandy.

It's their show.

My hands are tied.

Any news?

Nothing yet.

They found...

traces of gasoline

in parts of the samples.

- I don't know how to ask you this.

- What?

They're saying someone intentionally

set fire to the motel.

They're saying it was arson.

Arson?

Gotta be honest with me,

Elizabeth.

You think I burned down the motel?

I didn't do it!

Tell the truth. The earlier I can get

involved with this, the better.

But I need to know the truth.

If you could do anything you wanted to

right now, what would it be?

- Go swimming in the ocean.

- You've never been to the ocean?

Maybe it's because

these are everywhere.

Seashells in the desert.

I think this used to be an ocean.

And right now we're walking

on the ocean floor.

You see those bushes?

Those used to be kelp.

Why didn't your dad

ever take you there?

I don't know. I guess he was

so fixed on bringing the ocean here.

It's beautiful.

We all thought that people

would travel miles...

just to spend the day

by the water...

go canoeing...

go down the water slide or...

just lay out in the sun.

Even if the state

doesn't get us the water...

the "big one" will wipe out L.A. And

we'll be sitting on beachfront property.

You know,

if you close your eyes...

you can pretend there's water.

F*** them, man.

They can't just keep me out of the race.

I'm winning that

f***ing thing tomorrow.

You guys wanna get

cremated or buried?

I don't care. Whatever.

- What does it matter?

- It matters.

I don't wanna rot in a box

while some bugs...

and worms and weird animals

eat out my eyeballs.

- I wanna rot in a box.

- Me too. I don't wanna be burned.

I wanna be cremated.

How about you?

Cremated.

And then have my ashes

thrown in the ocean.

- I just thought of something.

- Congratulations.

- We have to make up our wills.

- Hello, Hershey squirt.

If you go, we all go.

So who are you gonna

leave all your stuff to?

- F*** the wills.

- We're not going anywhere.

Let's say we do.

Let's say we all die, like tomorrow.

This is our last night.

What's the one thing you'd wanna do?

You go first.

I'd try to make it to tomorrow night

and win that f***ing race.

- That's it.

- They're watching the town pretty close.

They're gonna watch me

f***ing burn rubber on their heads.

You got an all-terrain vehicle

for nothing.

What about you?

I wanna blow myself up

in front of my family.

Don't laugh. She's serious.

That'd be so cool.

"Mom, Dad." "Yes?"

Boom.

I got the sh*t to do it, too.

I could blow up this whole town.

It's true.

- Your turn.

- I don't know.

I've never been able

to figure out what I wanna do.

- I hate that question.

- Come on, Deputy.

- What?

- Tell them.

- Tell them what?

- Out with it, Cale.

Cale wants to take Keeler's position

as deputy sheriff when he leaves.

What's so funny?

Cale will make a great deputy.

The first thing I'd do

is lock your sorry ass up.

- F*** you.

- And then yours.

But that's long-term.

I'm talking about now.

If there's one thing you could do

right now, what would it be?

I don't know.

Get f***ed up, I guess.

What about you, Blue?

- I don't know.

- Oh, God.

You guys have no balls.

She stole my idea.

He's on the bike.

He's heading your way.

Do not cross the roadblock!

Hey, come back here!

Come back here right now!

Did you hear that?

What?

I don't know.

- Jesus Christ!

- What the hell happened here?

- This guy shot him.

- I was aiming for the tire.

- He's breathing.

- Is he okay?

This is unbelievable.

- Are you out of your mind?

- You don't know what we're dealing with.

You don't know what you're

dealing with! He's a kid!

- You can't just shoot him!

- He blatantly disobeyed federal agents.

- He was on his way to a race!

- Let's get him to my office.

- Is he gonna be all right?

- He hit the shoulder.

But he was going fast

when he took the fall.

I'm gonna get the stretcher.

Don't move him!

- What happened?

- This guy here shot him.

What were you thinking?

He was fleeing. He didn't pose a threat.

He was out of range

for you to shoot accurately.

- I don't know.

- You shot him in the back.

I'm gonna have to

ask you for your gun, Frank.

I can't believe they can just

shoot someone like that.

You should see the cops where I live.

They're such a**holes.

They can do whatever they want

whenever they want.

Run red lights, stop signs...

make illegal u-turns

all the time...

put their sirens on

just to go to the doughnut shop.

A friend of mine

has this bumper sticker:

"Save a doughnut. Shoot a cop."

I'm gonna kill that motherf***er.

There's the green flag. We're in the

final lap of the 1998 ATV Invitational.

What a race

this is turning out to be.

Telly Clems is still

holding onto the lead by a lap.

Clems rounds a hairpin.

Beautiful execution.

Look at him go,

over the short jump flawlessly!

But here comes Randy Flowers

coming up on the outside.

Clems takes the south turn to the

final stretch for the checkered flag.

Flowers is closing in on him.

This is a race, folks!

Telly Clems takes first place...

Holy sh*t! What was that?

She's done it this time.

That's my car.

Who in the hell did this?

- Relax, Frank.

- F*** off, you jerk-off!

- I didn't do anything!

- Are you responsible for this?

Are you responsible

for shooting my boyfriend?

- We're not talking about that now.

- Did you blow up that car?

- I had nothing to do with it, sir.

- I saw her put a device in the gas tank.

- She lit it with this.

- What's this lighter for?

To light the dynamite

I'm gonna shove up your ass!

What do you want us

to do with her?

Why don't you just

pop her in the back of the head?

Why don't you take a walk?

Take a walk.

This is a serious offense.

- You blew up federal property.

- He shot him.

I know he did, but someone could have

been seriously hurt or even killed.

How about you promise me

you won't blow anything else up?

Okay.

Let her go.

Totally flipped.

She totalled it.

- Good job.

- Thanks.

You should have seen it.

It was great.

- Are those painkillers?

- Yeah, these are.

Those are real good for pain.

- What was it like getting shot?

- I got shot in the back.

And then the bullet came out

where the blood is.

- That's disgusting.

- It went all the way through?

- With our new 1998 champion...

- Turn it up.

Did the absence of champion Pete Kepler

take anything out of the race for you?

- I would've smoked him.

- Last year was luck.

If he'd been here today,

he'd only see my rear tires.

Big words from the new winner

of the Peaksville Invitational.

- Cocksucker.

- Next year, champ.

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