Interstate 60 Page #3

and I picked it?

It was blank, Neal.

The fortune was blank.

You projected.

I projected?

Right.

That was the politically correct way to say I was seeing things...

Well, a lovely thought.

I worked graveyard shifts at the grocery warehouse, filling orders

for the trucks to take to the various stores in the morning.

I liked it for three reasons.

I'd gotten the job on my own.

It paid enough that I didn't have to ask the old man for cash.

And it annoyed Daniel

that his son was even working at such a low-class job.

I hear you are quittin

to become some big shot lawyer in your new fancy-ass car, hmmm?

Well, lucky do.

Hey, Curby.

Get the kid a brake.

You just remember that

no matter how hard sh*t you think you are,

It's always gonna be more the same.

Just another High School.

- High School?

- Hell yeah.

Everything in life is like high school.

They're just changin names.

You take this place.

Instead of principle, we've got boss.

Instead of teachers, supervisors.

Instead of assignments, they give us work orders

and if you f*** up them work orders,

you get fired.

Instead of expelled.

Oh yeah, names are different,

but it is exact same sh*t.

High school.

Damaged goods.

Well, store can't sell them.

Guess I'll just have to take them off their hands.

Is he right, Otis?

Is everything more the same?

Yeah, if you look at it like that.

I mean, look at me,

I show up here, see the same people,

take shipment to the stores,

see those same people,

eat at the same places,

see those same people...

but not really.

See.

I like seeing those people.

Well most of them any way.

If I want something different,

I can make it different, go a different way.

Eat at a different place,

do an Interstate gig.

See I never went to high school...

Look at them.

In the morning they will get up,

and go to the store.

And the paste will be on the shelves where it always is,

and not one of them will give

a moment's thought as to how it got there.

Holy sh*t.

That's her.

I must have seen her on the billboard,

and that's how she got in my dreams.

You dream about her?

Yeah, yeah, Yes.

Pretty silly, huh.

Maybe it means something.

Like what?

Like the thunderbolt, you know,

love at the first sight.

Come on Otis, that's just fairytale stuff.

That's how I met my wife.

Spotted her in a crowd at the river front,

4th of July fireworks.

Couldn't take my eyes of her.

Fireworks were up there,

but I was staring at her.

And I just knew.

Well. See, all my girlfriends,

are always a reaction to the one I had last.

Janet was so opinionated about my art,

it drove me crazy.

So I found Sally, who refuses to be judgemental about it.

Meanwhile she's trying to psychoanalyse me.

So she is not the one either.

Maybe you should go after her?

Girl like that. She's a model,

she's probably got guys fallen all over her

Guys with big portfolios.

Yeah, I think it's kinda childish idea.

Chasing a dream.

Hi, your billboard on Delmar & Wicker's,

the one on the side of the building?

Yeah, whose ad agency is that?

No, no, no... Next to the Casino Queen billboard.

The girl with the phone,

says:
"There is another choice."

Blank?! No, no It can't be blank.

I was just there.

I just saw it.

No, I just saw it!

Hey, what is the sign on the right said?

What, are you nuts?

It's blank, man.

Neal Oliver.

Your appointment has been scheduled on tomorrow.

September 25th. 10 AM. 555 Olive Street.

Suite 1300.

No rescheduling.

Neal Oliver, your appointment...

- Who is this?

Hello?

Hello?

10 AM. 555 Olive Street.

Suite 1300, no rescheduling.

Morning, Mr. Oliver.

Wasn't sure that you'd actually show up.

Not everyone does.

Ray?

I've got a job for you.

If you want it.

Drive cross country.

Deliver a package.

Right, what the hell is going on here Ray?

Because I'm seeing things on signs...

In fortune cookies...

I mean, in weird messages...

Black Hearts, or red Spades.

I told you, you can see them now.

What's it all about?

It's all about you, Neal.

It's all about you.

Here's the job.

Misspelled Denver.

Did I now?

OK, so why me?

Why not FedEx?

What's in here, any way?

Can't really say.

You can't really say, because you don't know,

or you do know, and don't want me to know?

Either way, the result is the same.

So what's this job pay?

Can't really say.

What's the catch?

Or you can't say that either?

Alwayes wanted the answers,

aren't you?

Consider it, an interesting way to break in the new century.

Or simply,

a way to break in that new car.

Before the Bradford interview.

How do you know about that?

Open it.

Sit down.

Here's the deal.

If you walk out of here with that package,

you agree to deliver it.

You don't loose it, you don't open it,

and you don't try to find out what's inside it.

You'll be compensated on the other end.

Go by way of Interstate 60.

Delivery date is October 2nd.

So you'll have time to visit some towns,

meet some people.

See what's out there.

Pick up some travellers' tales.

Highway experiences.

Episodes of the Road.

This is too surreal.

I mean, you, this office,

the 13th floor of a building that has no 13th floor

My alarm clock's gonna go off any second.

Rise and shine.

You're awake Neal.

Could be you're awake for the first time in your life.

It's our standard form.

And I'll need you to seal it with the drop of your blood.

Blood?

Of course.

I'm the DEVIL.

Just kidding.

Tradicionally, a man means what he says,

he'll put his blood where his mouth is.

All right.

Oh, one more thing.

There's a killer out there.

So be careful

Now you tell me?

After I sign?

The journey of life

always includes a possibility of death.

This killer,

what does he look like?

-Who said it's a man?

- It's a woman?

It's not this Robin Fields, is it?

I know... you can't really say.

I didn't misspell the name of that town.

You'll find it.

Just go west on Interstate 60.

Look, we've been over this.

There is no Intestate 60.

There's US 60.

But there is no Interstate 60.

Look... there's got to be.

Well look at here. Here is 70.

The next major route south is 40.

So if there was an I 60,

it would have to be some where between 70 and 40.

But, as you can see, it's not there.

It simply doesn't exist.

Where do you find a highway, that doesn't exist?

Well, I decided to look where it'd be if it did exist.

Ray said that you don't find hidden places,

by sticking to the well travelled routs

So, I skipped well travelled Interstate 55,

and went south on Boob Dylan's highway 61.

And there she was again.

Telling me, I was right.

I was fast becoming a believer in signs.

It's you I'm delivering this package, isn't it?

You're Robin Fields.

Now it makes all sense.

Cool. Very cool.

Very, very cool.

You are the waiter, from my birthday party

O.W. Grant.

Neal Oliver.

It's a strange coincidence,

seeing you here again.

Only if you believe in coincidence.

I prefer inevitability.

Every event is inevitable.

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