Interstate 60 Page #10

Hey, come back with my binoculars!

Eight Ball, am I the killer?

Latest reports, indicate the suspect is carrying a

murder weapon in a square box, wrapped in brown paper.

Once again, suspect is carrying a

murder weapon in a square package in a ...

Oh no.

Sh*t!

Eight Ball, is the murder weapon in this box?

Should I open it?

Sh*t.

If it is a murder weapon,

I'm gonna get my finger prints all over it.

Eight Ball, I really need an answer right now.

What should I do?

Damn you!

Yes or No questions.

Come on Neal. Think. Be logical...

He called the cops...

So, which ever way they're going,

I've got to go the opposite way.

Well, it's got to be one way or the other.

Right Eight Ball? I mean, I got two choices here,

so it's got to be one or the other. Right?

Take it to the Bank.

Sorry dad.

No, there is another choice.

Sheriffs and police in two counties

have closed up Interstate 60 in both directions

with the attend of boxing in the suspect,

who was last seen driving red BMW convertible,

with white paint splattered on the trunks lid.

I knew this wasn't my kind of car.

What were the chances?

What were the chances,

that the killer would be in a car, just like mine,

and I get white paint on mine,

just like his?

Now Grant would say, it was inevitable.

That at least once in a infinite universe,

events would happen that way,

and this was that time.

But Grant also said, on this highway,

the past and the future,

and what ifs and maybes

can all get jumbled up.

So, I had to see for myself.

Hey! Get away from there!

Who was he?

They say he was some law student

from St. Louis.

Went nuts, and killed his old man.

I love this highway.

Eight Ball, I've got a lot of questions.

Was that guy in the car...

What the hell I'm asking you for?

Robin Fields?

Is anybody here?

I'm here.

Ray?

- Delivery is for you.

- No, no, no.

I wouldn't hire you,

to deliver package to myself.

It's for my cousin.

Here he is now.

Robin Fields.

One of my many synonyms.

Cousins?

You set in my car, with your own package.

- Why didn't you take it?

- Well, you made a deal.

What kind of guy would I be if I caused you to...

violate your blood oath?

And, besides,

it's the fact that you lost all your money...

and you went to jail...

you left to girl...

ditched your car...

All, to bring this to me?

Makes it far more valuable.

Now it has... stories to go with it.

Well ...

Don't you want to know what's inside?

I did before, but...

doesn't really matter now... 'cause,

whatever it is...

won't be as good as the stories.

Well seeing as you understand that.

I'll open it.

You're not gonna light it?

I don't need to.

So, how's that new car?

Awesome?

Dad...

What's my favourite color?

Blue.

Why would you buy me a red Beamer?

Red's a great colour.

Specially for a convertible.

You know, my BMW's suppose been a great source

of joy to me, so I just thought...

Happy birthday dad.

In the future,

if you want to buy me a gift...

Buy me something I want.

Not something you want.

Son... it's a gift...

And if you don't accept it...

I will take it as a personal insult.

Well, in that case we're even.

Because I consider the gift itself,

to me and to who I am.

How would you like it, if I bought you

an easel and a paint box for your birthday?

I never thought of it that way.

Perhaps I could've given it a little more thought.

Thank you dad.

Apology accepted.

Now the Bradford thing.

I'm not going there.

- 'Cause I'm not going to law school...

- But son?

No buts, Dad.

This is your life, you made it, it works for you.

I've got to find something that works for me.

I'm sorry if you don't approve,

but you can take that to the bank.

Well, I don't approve.

And it's time you face the truth

about your art.

It's mediocre, look...

Neal... great news.

That piece,

you entered in the Conrad Competition...

There's a very interested buyer,

who wants to talk to you about it right now.

Come on. I'll take you.

No dad... that thing...

It's crap.

You got ripped off.

And it's upside down.

I must be feeling Alzheimers. I don't remember

entering anything into Conrad Competition.

You left it in motel.

I took the liberty of entering it for you.

Thank you, Mr...

Conrad...

Oh, you're welcome mister Oliver...

You're Neal Oliver...

I just love your painting.

Excuse my, I'm sorry...

I've just got this...

Major dj vu about you.

No, no, no.

It's OK, I did too.

Big time.

I just love this...

It's got soul... passion...

- I'm...

- Lynn Linden.

Yeah, I know.

I'm with Danver publishing, we do..

prints, posters, and art books.

Well, it's maybe a little presumptuous of me, but

would you consider doing a serious of motels, cafes,

gas stations... all in this style?

It's exactly what I was thinking.

- My brother is really talented.

- Oh, he's gonna be fine.

Just fine.

He's got a great future ahead of him.

They both do.

Say...

you have a birthday coming up, don't you?

Well, how do you know that?

Don't forget to make the wish.

SUBTITLES :
TA-KUMSAWA

EDITTED:
TerryE

RESYNCRO :
JACINTO

Corrected:
Alex@

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