Vanishing Point Page #2

"Attention all Highway Patrol stations."

"Suspect vehicle,

1970 Dodge Challenger, white in colour."

(# "Freedom of Expression"

by the JB Pickers)

(Truckdriver honks)

Car number 71 just crashed into car 63.

It's a pile-up. Eight cars... nine cars!

Oh, my God, it's number three, Kowalski!

Look at him riding on the roof of the car.

Greetings, sir. Let's race.

You got any balls in that mother?

(Laughs)

You bastard.

(Sirens approaching)

- Car 24 to headquarters.

- Come in, car 24.

Yeah, we lost him at the Nevada border.

Let Nevada handle it. This guy's nuts.

Ten-four.

Will advise Nevada Highway Patrol.

(# "Welcome to Nevada" by Jerry Reed)

Yeah, I got it all right.

Initials OA-5599 Colorado plates.

Now, what's this roadrunner done, fellas?

Hey, Supe. I got them on the air now.

Yeah, quite a mother. But fellas, as you

know, we can't throw anything at him

except dangerous driving and failure to stop -

misdemeanours, both of 'em, over here.

Yeah.

But you told me that once, camarada.

But has this bronco in the Jaguar

filed a formal complaint?

- No, he hasn't.

- There you are. That isn't even a felony.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- He hasn't got us bugged any.

He's the one that's gonna have

to start worryin', as of now.

- Good luck.

- Yeah. Don't you worry. We'll catch him.

(Honks)

May I help you, sir?

May I help you?

- Yeah. Fill her up, please.

- Thank you, sir.

Come on, will ya? Relax.

I'm not going to hurt you.

(Gasping)

Come on, baby.

You play ball with me, I'll let you go, huh?

Come on, tell me.

Where do you get the stuff?

Huh? Which house? Come on, come on.

Get out of here.

Get out of here. Go!

And there goes the Challenger, being chased

by the blue, blue meanies on wheels.

The vicious traffic squad cars

are after our lone driver,

the last American hero, the electric Shinta,

the demigod,

the super driver of the Golden West.

Two nasty Nazi cars are

close behind the beautiful lone driver,

the police numbers are gettin' closer, closer,

closer to our soul hero in his soul-mobile.

Yeah, baby. They're about to strike.

They're gonna get him, smash him,

rape the last beautiful,

free soul on this planet.

But it is written

"If the evil spirit arms the tiger with claws,

Brahman provided wings for the dove."

Thus spake the super guru.

- Did you hear that?

- Yep.

Where the hell'd he get so much information?

Same place as you do, Charlie.

- You mean from our own frequency?

- That's right.

How long's he been at it?

Year and a half, maybe two.

Hell, that's against the law.

- So's carryin' a transistor on duty.

- Hey. C'mon, now, that's different.

But he never says anything

to incriminate himself.

Brains and lawyers, Charlie.

As far as the law's concerned,

he's clean as Kleenex.

It's true, true, true, true, my friends.

For, by the latest information,

our soul Challenger

has just broken the ring of evil

the deep blue meanies

have so righteously wrought.

Get through 'em, baby! Get through 'em!

Friggin' f*ggot.

Attention. Calling car 44.

Attention, car 44, do you read me?

Gimme that.

This is car 44

reading you loud and clear, over.

Where are you, car 44?

We're on 80,

some ten miles from Argenta, over.

Oh, good. Stay with it. Watch for a white

Challenger, licence plates initial OA-5599.

Colorado plates. Last seen heading

for Dunphy on US 40 at cruising speed.

We have reason to believe it's supercharged,

so maintain double alert till you spot it.

Then call in for instructions. Over and out.

Let's go.

C'mon, let's go.

- What do you think he's done?

- Don't know.

Well, what do you think?

I think he's gonna hijack that car to Cuba!

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Hell, Charlie, I don't know.

Maybe killed somebody.

Maybe stole that big dude of his.

Maybe both.

(# "Runaway Country"

by The Doug Dillard Expedition)

Hey. What's he doin'?

Jesus Christ. Watch it.

Watch it! Watch it!

Move over. Let me take it!

Let go. Let go!

I'm gonna get that son of a b*tch.

So help me, I'll get that son of a b*tch.

Hello, Nevada? Hello, Nevada?

Nevada, this is

Colorado State Highway Patrol.

This is about a special query

raised by the Utah Highway Patrol.

That's correct. But later they asked

that the information be forwarded

to you guys, so get ready for some details.

Put on your tape recorders

and all that sort ofjazz, huh?

This speed maniac you've

been chasing all over your territory

is a former professional

road racer named Kowalski.

K-O-W-A-L-S-K-I.

Repeat, Kowalski. First name unknown,

other particulars also unknown.

All we do know is that he's employed as

a car delivery driver by an agency in Denver.

He's presently driving a Dodge Challenger,

Colorado licence plate OA-5599.

This is not a stolen car. He's driving it

to San Francisco for delivery due Monday.

It's only Saturday. What's his hurry?

That's what we wanted to know ourselves,

so your guess is as good as ours. Ten-four.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- He's... I lost him.

- What?

- Headin' for Tonopah.

- What's goin' on, Collins?

- Where the hell are you now?

- Are you crazy?

Correction. We're still after him,

we haven't lost him. Now come on!

Stay right where you are.

We're comin' to you right now.

Come on!

Let's go, let's go.

Gimme that.

- Car 44 to headquarters.

- Come in, 44.

He's jumped the main road

and headed out into the desert.

I'll let him cook out there for a while.

He ain't goin' nowhere.

What's he tryin' to prove now?

- Any time now, Super.

- Yeah, yeah. Run a tape.

- I already ran a tape twice.

- Are you blind or somethin'?

Can't you see I'm thinkin'?

Crazy.

Kowalski.

Kowalski, can you hear me?

Do you hear me, Kowalski?

Now, I know you can hear me, Kowalski.

I'm sure you hear me now.

This very minute.

Now, you listen very carefully.

The whole mobile force of the

Nevada State Highway Patrol is after you.

They waitin'for you to come up for air.

Yeah. Now, some people imagine you'll try

to get to California through Death Valley.

And others bet you'll die there in the desert.

These few are just too happy

to see you vanish for good out there.

But my tape deck

is just as jammed with telegrams

as my head is jammed with phone calls

from people

who are wishing you well in your getaway,

no matter where it might lead you.

I wish I could help you, but I can't. I can't.

I don't think anybody can, except

for that crazy lucky streak of yours.

And now you're gonna need more luck.

All of it, perhaps, and badly.

You can beat the police, you can beat

the road and you can even beat the clock.

But you can't beat the desert.

Nobody can. You just cannot.

(Switches off radio) Go to hell.

Wait!

(# "Love Theme"

by Jimmy Bowen Orchestra and Chorus)

(Woman) I love you.

Wouldn't it be funny after all

if you did have to arrest me?

I mean, me trying to turn you on,

and you trying to turn me in.

I love this.

I love your scar.

You hate it, but I love it.

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