Vanishing Point Page #3

No, I don't hate it. I just hate what it means.

What does it mean?

Only if you make war on war

will you overcome it.

I love you. I love you.

- You're crazy, surfing in the middle of winter.

- I'm going out again.

Maybe I'll catch an eight-footer.

Oh! I'll ride it in your honour.

Sayonara. Remember me.

Here we are at point zero

where the Kowalski saga began.

To be interviewed by KLZ TV News is

the owner of the agency, Mr Holly Makas,

and one of the attendants, Sandy McKees.

Sandy, you knew this man best.

What do you think of Kowalski?

- He's a great driver.

- A what?

- What did you say?

- I said he's a great driver.

- We knew that.

- You won't find a driver like him anywhere...

But as a professional,

he never really made the grade.

Well, you know why?

He never really wanted to.

So far as I'm concerned, he was

number one then, and he is number one now.

(Cheering)

Can't find a driver with his potential.

Why don't they let him alone?

Let the guy alone!

Look, he never done any harm.

This is Bob Palmer

of KLZ TV News in Denver.

Super Soul needs no introduction

as our number one disc jockey,

but he's on his way to becoming

a national celebrity in his own right,

- as the invisible guide of Kowalski.

- The blind leading the blind.

Kowalski was involved in a cross-country

chase starting in Denver, Colorado.

Stay right where you are, son.

Don't move, stranger. Don't move.

I'll get him for ya.

I'll get him. I'll get him.

Stick your pretty little head

right through there, baby.

That's it. Now we got him.

Now we'll get our basket over here.

Look at that. Live and wrigglin'.

Yeah, ain't that a beauty?

Oh!

Ain't that a fat one, though?

Now we'll get him in here.

Thank you, son. That's got him.

Thank you. How many do you have in there?

I've got six rattlers, two sidewinders, and now

we've got one very precious diamondback.

- What do you do with those things?

- Trade 'em.

Trade 'em for coffee, sugar,

chewin' tobacco, salt, flour and beans.

Lots of beans, son!

You live out here, huh?

Look, I'm lost and I need your help.

Attention Kowalski.

I've got an important message for you.

Kowalski, are you listening? Now, dig this.

Coppers from the Highway Patrol

are combin' the desert, huntin'for you.

Listen carefully.

Believe it or not, they tryin' to help you.

They really are. Dig it?

(Switches radio off)

- That depends, son.

- What?

You said you needed my help,

so that depends on your helpin' me first.

Helpin' me to get to where it was that...

to get to where it was that I was headed for.

One of them is... is a-comin' on, now.

I can't see a damn thing out there.

I'll bet you can't even see my truck neither,

and that's... just over there.

- Let's get the hell outta here, huh?

- No, that ain't any way to do it. That's no...

That's no way to get the hell out.

No, the best way, to my knowledge,

to get away, is to root right in where you are.

Just root right in.

They just went over, yeah? But stay put.

Tracks. Let's get down and take a look.

They must've found my old truck.

He's circling out here.

It's a truck!

It's a derelict.

Probably been there since the Depression.

He's headin' north. OK.

- Where to now?

- Straight ahead!

Name, Kowalski.

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

Christian name...

Christian name, my flat foot. What is it?

(# "You Got to Believe")

- What is that?

- Faith healers. Don't you come any closer.

- You wait in this automobile, you hear me?

- OK, partner.

Them healers don't like strangers much,

especially their deacon, Jessie Hovah.

He's a... he's a mean one.

- Yeah, don't forget about the gas.

- I ain't forgettin' the gas.

- You're late.

- Mr Hovah, my truck broke down.

- Who is that man over there?

- Just like I was tellin' ya, my truck...

She ain't gettin' any younger now, and...

- Who is that man?

- He's a friend.

A friend, eh? How do you know?

Ain't that a pretty one, though?

Ain't that real pretty?

Yeah.

But we don't need 'em any more.

Look. I told you these meetings are private.

- Why did you bring a stranger here?

- Mr Hovah, I didn't bring him.

He brought me over.

- Why?

- Well, he needs some gas.

Gas.

You just take your gas

and take him out of here.

But, Mr Hovah, ain't you gonna give me

my coffee and sugar and all the...

Yeah, you'll get it.

...all the stuff that you promised me?

- You'll get it.

We just don't need the snakes any more.

We got the music.

So, we are going to...

free the vipers!

I think she's pretty much filled up now.

Yeah.

- Well, you can leave now, son.

- How?

Well, just follow the larrea belt.

- The what belt?

- The larrea belt.

I mean, always keep your eye on the trail

of the sun, and never lose your shadow.

Well, then,

when you see very tall saguaro cactuses,

don't lose them neither,

cos that's the larrea belt.

The saguaro and a creosote tree'll take

you right back onto the trail of the earth.

Uh-huh. So that... that's the road?

That's the road, yeah.

You're beginnin' to get

the fundamentals of it, son.

Maybe. Well, thanks, pa.

Thanks for everything.

You're very welcome.

Hope I'll be seeing you again.

! Vaya con Dios!

Enlisted in US Army 1960.

Service in Vietnam War.

Wounded, Mekong Delta.

Honourable discharge from army, 1964.

Medal of Honor for bravery in battle.

Entered San Diego police force, 1964.

Twice promoted, detective first class 1966.

Dishonourable discharge.

Classified documents available

to authorised personnel only.

Demolition derby driver

and auto clown 1967, '68.

Driving licence suspended 1968.

Previous failure

to submit to alcohol-level tests.

Minor jobs,

other driving jobs from 1970 to date.

Additional data, none.

- Ready now?

- Not yet. Not yet.

- Well, just tell me when.

- I'm ready, but he's not ready yet.

- What?

- Forget it. I'll tell you when I'm ready.

For heaven's sakes.

Oh, come on.

- Push it.

- I am pushin'.

There's a car coming.

Be back in a tick.

Oh! What a relief.

Yes, thank you. You're very kind.

You're welcome.

Pardon me. Could you please

tell us in which direction you're headed?

- I'm goin' to Frisco.

- Oh, well, that's perfect. Thank you.

Is something wrong?

- No, why? Should there be?

- Well, you're so silent and moody.

Maybe it's just part of my nature.

Why are you laughing?

- I'm not laughing.

- Yes, you are.

Way down deep inside yourself.

It's because you think we're queers, isn't it?

Hey...

This is a stick-up.

Stick-up?

Why are you laughing, Mary?

Well, tell me. Tell me!

No, no, no, please. It hurts.

Oh, my hair!

Oh. You b*tch!

(# "So Tired" by Eve)

- Hey, brother K.

- Hi.

- Welcome back. How you feelin'?

- Tired.

Oh, I bet you're tired. I bet you're tired.

- Well, you wanna know what's happening?

- Yeah. What's happening?

Big Brother's not so much

watching as listening in,

as you well might

have gathered by now.

But what you probably don't know

is that they found these two,

let us say, "gentlemen" on the road.

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