Interstate 60 Page #6

No, they all do. They're addicts.

But he's just a boy.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Oh, no no.

He knew.

They all knew,

that's why there are all those warnings posted all over town.

Yeah, but if this drug is so addictive,

why is it legal?

Son...

This town had serious drug problem.

And all the problems that go along with it.

We tried everything.

Punishment for dealing, punishment for using.

More enforcement,

tougher enforcement, jail,

hell, public humiliation.

But, it all came down to one thing.

Some folks... just wanna get high.

So...

We came up with a radical solution...

Euphoria.

Synthetic drug. Potent, legal,

and totally addictive,

and we warn everyone, not to use it.

But like I said,

some folks just wanna get high.

One hit of this, and you are hooked.

And we own them.

Camp controls the supplies

so of course we can set the prize, and we made it very affordable.

Live in our camps, eat our food, and ...

you know, just do a couple of off jobs,

pick up spome trash, mow the lawn,

clean some toilets, and you get your Euphoria.

And at night, man... party till you drop.

The thrall is so intense,

that everybody pays the price.

It's an incredible achievement, really.

Drug so powerful that it sublimates the sex drive.

You know, how many rapes we had here last year?

None.

Are you saying Philip's going to be cleaning

toilettes for the rest of his life?

With no sex drive?

He'll never marry.

I'll never have grandchildren?

It's ironic, isn't it?

Americans fought a war for freedom...

another one to end slavery.

What someone would choose to do with their freedom?

Become slaves.

But they're human beings.

They have rights.

They didn't know what they be given up.

They made a choice.

But look at them.

They seem miserable to you?

They live a simple, happy life.

No decisions... no responsibilities...

No problems...

They found their answer.

You so sure,

that your life is better than theirs?

It's like theyre animals.

Oh yeah, we're all animals.

Just that, some of us have different priorities.

That's all.

Whatever your priorities are,

Banton is a really nice place to live.

No, it's a nightmare.

Please, I want my son back.

I'll do anything.

All right than.

It comes down to three choices.

One.

You move here to the Euphoria free zone,

and that way,

you at least have the chance to see him.

Hell, some parents

end up having their children work for them.

Kind of perverse pay back.

Two. You go home.

Try to find something else

to make your life worth a while.

Or three...

Join the party.

What should I do?

You're smart... tell me what to do.

I don't know.

I guess, if it was me...

I'd want to see my boy.

But he doesn't want to see me.

Oh, my God...

It's wonderful...

I... feel so... beautiful...

I never knew, I can be so...

happy.

Well, how about you son?

You want some?

No thanks.

I'll pass.

It's Ives here.

We've got a rookie in my office,

and I've short shifted the

cleaning gall again.

Send in the zoo keeper.

- Roger that

Well, guess you'll need a hotel room for the night.

Plus, you get...

a 300 dollars finders fee.

Finders fee?

Yeah, for her.

You've just increased our labour-pool.

We pay for that, around here.

What's the matter son?

Somebody offers you an advantage... take it.

I took the room, but not the money.

I couldn't.

And even then I didn't sleep very well.

I never got the rest of the 53 bucks, but,

given the dynamics of Interstate 60,

I wasn't concerned.

I knew something would be just down the road.

It was inevitable.

What did concern me,

was whether something else was inevitable.

Eight Ball, should I be worried about this.. killer?

Can you be more specific?

Figures.

The inevitable something down the road,

was 20 miles ahead,

and he was quite the character.

What's the deal there, mister?

Hey, Bob Cody.

I don't drive.

And I don't like to hitch-hike.

When hitch-hike, I'm at the mercy of the driver.

But when I pay for the ride, I'm the employer, and I call the shots.

That's how I like it.

So.. you wonna work for me?

Well, I'm going to Danver.

I wouldn't mind making some money.

Good. I'm going to Renburg.

It's on your way.

Here's mine proposition.

You pay for gas, pay for your meals.

No alcohol while you're on payroll.

I pick radio stations. I initiate all conversations.

I'll pay you ten dollars cash every hour.

And the mileage money,

when we get to Renburg.

In all other matters...

You play straight with me, I'll play straight with you.

So, we have a contract?

We have a contract.

So, who is my new employee?

Neal Oliver.

Mr. Oliver, you may call me Mr. Cody.

Or Sir.

You got it, Sir.

He was going to Renburg.

The museum of art fraud was in Renburg.

Coincidence?

I knew then that I'd had to check out that museum.

It was inevitable.

Mr. Cody had rather unique tastes in audio stimulation.

The choice is clear. The Orient 620.

The American made car, for American made drivers...

See, that's a lie.

Orient engines are made in Japan.

Guilt Signal.

The movie everyone's talking about...

That's another lie.

We're not talking about it.

We're the United State's Post Office.

We care...

Oh, that's the biggest whopper of all.

You know, sometimes only that chairman will do.

I get no kick from champagne...

(Frank Sinatra's - Kick out of you)

There's an advert I can't figure.

What's warmer, the weather, the water... girl?

She's pretty, though.

She's Robin Fields.

She's gorgeous.

Sir.

Well, you know her?

Not yet.

I'm meeting her in Danver.

You're a lucky man.

Yeah, to be honest, I'm a little nervous about it...

Cos', you know,

what am I gonna say?

How do you start a conversation with the girl of

your dreams, without coming off like a total dork?

Don't say anything.

Let her start.

That's, a good idea.

Sit back.

Listen to sweet musical tones of her voice.

Son, you got a bag.

Yes sir, I do.

I get a kick out of youuuuuuuuuu....

Now there's a sign that's

telling the truth, for a change.

Yeah, looks like a motel to me.

No, Frontier... ever hear of

Frederick Turner Mr Oliver?

No sir.

Well, he was an historian.

About a hundred years ago,

he came up with the theory about the Frontier.

Said, the Frontier was a...

safety valve for civilization.

Place for people to go,

to keep them from going mad.

So...

wherever were folks, who

couldn't fit in with ways things were...

Nuts, malcontents, extremists...

They'd packed up and head for the frontier.

So America got started.

All the crackpots and

trouble makers in Europe,

packed up, and went to a frontier,

which became, The Thirteen Colonies...

When some people couldn't fit in with that,

they moved further west.

Which is why all the nuts

eventually ended up in California.

Turner died in 1932, so ...

He was around long enough

to see what would happen to the World,

when we ran out of frontier.

Some people say,

we had a frontier in the mind.

And they go off and explore the wonderful

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