Interstate 60 Page #9

that this is a trumped-up charge...

And you're all in on it?

Immaterial.

The witness is ordered

to ignore the question.

Well, I'm not going to ignore it, your honour.

If, what she says is true,

that's a very serious matter.

Well, serious or not,

it's immaterial to this hearing.

Next question.

Oh, judge, I asked her a question...

and I want an answer.

You don't ask here questions Mr. Cody.

You answer them.

And if you wont do what I told you to do,

I will hold you in contempt.

Hey, I'm not answering any more questions,

until somebody answers mine.

Why don't you tell me judge...

are you in on a lie here?

I fine you 500 dollars for contempt.

Answer my goddamn question, judge.

1000 dollars and 90 days in jail.

Bailiff, sergeant,

Put Mr. Cody in a cell.

Hold the go, boys.

This is dynamite.

We'll all go with a bang,

if anyone takes another step towards me...

Gentlemen, just drop your guns.

Everyone else, stay seated.

Judge...

stick your finger up your nose.

I'm not kidding.

I'm terminally ill and I'll gladly take you

all with me to hell right now.

Judge! I said, stick your finger up your nose.

You'd better do it judge.

I know this buy...

He says what he means;

he means that he says.

I'm glad we understand,

who's in charge now.

So judge..

This whole deal was a lie.

Is that right?

Keep that finger in your nose.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Yes... sir.

All right.

Show our hands...

How many here knew that it was a

railroad job against Mr. Oliver?

Liers... Lawyers.

Mr. Oliver...

How do we teach these...

liars a lesson?

Now, read it judge.

By this order,

all legal actions, charges, fines and fees,

against any non citizen of Morlaw,

in any matter pending before any Morlaw court,

I here by dismissed,

and I declare an unconditional amnesty.

Thank you.

Bailiff.

Make a few hundred copies of that,

and post it all over town.

You know this is an interesting town...

I think I might just stay here.

Any problem with that judge?

No... no problem.

Sir.

Lynn?

Hi... I'm Neal.

I'm the guy who got you out.

Yo, please to f***in meet you, Neal.

Man, I've been so f***ed up in here,

for so long,

I thought,

I was never getting the f*** out.

Yo b*tch! I want back my f***in cloths,

you cocksucker's confiscated.

I shouldnt be f***in wearin this,

I'm on leash no more.

Hey, handsome...

What you looking at me like that for?

I just didn't expect you to talk that way.

What, something wrong

with the way I f***in talk?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I mean, YES.

Yes.

You make Mike Tyson sound

like an Oxford graduate.

What do you like f***in dissin' me?

You like saying that I never went

to f***in school, something?

Yes... that's exactly what I'm saying...

Don't worry.

It's just an act.

Well, it sort of a test, see.

Guys are always so eager to score points on me

they would be like: Oh, no...

Lynn, no, the way you talk is charming.

Unique, refreshing, a breath of fresh air, yeah.

Air from the sewer, is more like it.

Me, I would...

never go out with somebody who talked like that.

I'm glad you would neither.

I hope you have a car.

I had to sell mine to pay my legal fees.

I have a car.

So, how many guys did told you

that you sound cheap?

You're the first.

You know,

you're better looking than I've expected.

Ditto.

Wait a minute... you've been expecting me?

Of course...

That's how the stories always go...

the handsome prince rescues princess from the dungeon.

That was the point of the messages.

The messages?

Billboards.

My last name is Linden, by the way.

See, I knew somebody would figure out eventually.

At least that's what he told me.

Who?

O.W. Grant.

See, I made a wish to meet the right guy.

Although if I'd have known that I'd spend

a year in jail waiting. Maybe I wouldn't have.

The prince has to undergo tests and challenges,

so that the princes will be convinced that he's worthy.

And you passed mine.

So what's yours?

What? My test?

Come on. Everybody has the sympatica test.

Do you cut your grapefruit in half

or peel it?

My? I peel it.

Favourite cartoon character?

Spider-man.

Thin or thick cross pizza?

I go for thin every time.

We're three to three.

I can't bel...

OK, Close encounters?

I would get on ship, no question.

What's wrong?

This is just... it's all too perfect.

I mean, you know...

You are.

You know, when something seems

too good to be true?

Hold that thought.

You see?

I'm not that perfect.

Right. Right.

I feel much better now.

Ditto.

So, you actually wished for mister Right?

What can I say? I'm human.

Humans have certain needs.

Like companionship.

And you.

Did you wish for me?

Well, actually I wished for this.

Gives my answers.

But are they the right answers?

So far.

This were your billboards.

Obviously, I don't need them any more.

Maybe it's time for the... you know...

Happily ever after part.

Not quite.

I still have a job to finish.

Tomorrow October 2nd Danver.

Danver.

What's wrong?

Grant gave me an envelope.

He said if anyone was ever went to Danver I should open it.

I don't know

if these message if for me or you.

Neal... don't go.

I gave my word, to this guy

that I deliver this package. I have to.

Eight Ball, should I go to Danver?

Are you serious?

I'm serious.

You mean, you didn't sleep at all?

No, I couldn't.

I was possessed,

by the views.

I love it.

- You're not just saying that?

- No.

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

Take me with you.

- What about the letter?

- Screw it. I want to go with you.

Eight Ball,

should I take Lynn with me to Danver?

Bad idea.

Is that, because it's dangerous?

The killer, does it have to do with the killer?

I don't care if it's dangerous, or what this thing says.

I still want to go with you.

No, Lynn.

It would get me crazy...

I'm not gonna risk losing you,

not after I just found you.

What if I lose you?

Lynn you can't go.

The Ball is never wrong.

I'll come back, I promise.

Eight Ball, I will come back for her, won't I?

Yes.

You will come back for me.

Am I nuts?

The girl of my dreams,

and I leave her behind, because of this stupid toy.

- What's up, officer?

- Just got word, there's a killer in the area.

Orders are to close the road.

What's this killer look like?

It's coming over the radio now.

The murder suspect is white, male,

last seen driving a red BMW convertible,

along Interstate 60.

This vehicle has a white pains, splattered on the trunk lid.

You best turn around son.

It's not safe for you here.

It was ten miles before my

heart rate was back in a double digits,

and I can think straight.

Then I realised...

Eigtht Ball, is Lynn in danger from this killer?

Cellular service,

is not available in this area.

Beamers suck. Jeep rule!

Oh, sh*t...

Oh sh*t...

Damn punks, and their paint again!

Calling the sheriff.

Here watch where they go.

- No, no, no. Please don't call the sheriff

- The hell I won't.

I'm sick of those punks making trouble around here.

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