There is this theory.
Given an infinite universe And infinite time...
all things will happen.
That means that every event is inevitable
including those that are impossible.
that's as good explanation for all this as anything else.
Now, a lot of stories start in bars, so that's where we are going to stars this one.
Not because that I was there. I wasn't.
But because it is a damn good introduction to a very unique...
fellow.
Legends of every major culture all contain some sort of character
whose purpose is to grand wishes.
except Americas.
The Arabs have Jinni's... The Irish have Leprechauns...
The Chinese have dragons and monkeys... The Europeans have ferries and wood sprits.
Who do we have?
Santa Claus?
Santa Claus just brings presents. He doesn't grand wishes.
Satan. He grants wishes.
Zak, Satan predate American culture. He doesn't grand wishes, he makes deals.
All right, I give up.
- What do we have here? - No one.
That's my thesis.
Our culture is unique in having no such mythology.
Oh, you're wrong my friend.
Excuse me?
There is a fella in America, who grants wishes.
And only one to a customer.
And who is this fella?
O.W. Grant.
That's his usual name. He's got many others.
And he's an elusive sun of a bitch.
You'd get easier time finding a Jinni.
So how come, we've never heard of this O.W. Grant?
You haven't heard O.W. Grant, 'cause America, is a much younger place than
Ireland or Arabia. Not too many people have had the chance to meet up with him.
Let me guess. You have.
I met him out at Interstate 60.
Accidental. That's his way. Folks don't find him, he finds them.
He just kinda happens in to them, and they don't know who he is or what he does...
until he does it.
And mostly messes with them, plays tricks,
'cause that's his way too, but sometimes...
if he takes a shine to you... he'll play it strait.
Now, one story says that his daddy was a Leprechaun...
came over here with Irish.
Now, midgets are notorious skirt chasers
This leprechaun goes and knocks up a Cheyenne Indian...
Cheyenne get the land taken away in the end up with the immortal, nomadic
half-breed with magical powers.
- Interstate 60, you said? - Hmmmn
So, what does this O.W. Grant look like?
Red bow tie.
He smokes a pipe, curved in the image of a monkey.
Maybe you'd be better of writing your theses without mentioning O.W.
He'd probable rather not have people knownin' about him.
You got it.
Good night.
Hey Quincy, check this out
There is no Interstate 60.
I 65, 64, 66, and 69.
No I 60.
I guess tonight's everybody's fool-of-shit night.
Guy with a red bow tie and a monkey pipe, who grants wishes...
Right.
No, damn it, look,
I need, that bid in before twelve...
Yeah it's critical, just... Right, call West...
Holy shit!
Broken jaw.
I'm sorry mister, I didn't see you.
Are, are you OK come on?
Are you all right?
Jesus.
Don't! Stop!
Oh man!
My bike!
Look, I'm sorry. I'll pay
Oh God damn it!
Look at my suit.
Oh shit...
Oh fuck.
I've got a sails meeting at 11 o'clock. This is a fuckin' disaster.
My phone is my fuckin’ life line.
God damn it!
Oh I say everything happens for a reason.
May I guess, I just needed a new bike.
I, for one, did not need this shit in my life.
Not today. Of all fuckin’ days!
Oh God damn it! I wish, this had never happened!
I wish, it hadn't happened... I wish, it hadn't happened!
Was that your wish?
If you had a wish, you wished, this hadn't happened?
Fuckin’ A right!
Granted!
Mr. Baker.
How did you know my name?
Damn it, I need the bid in before 12...
yeah it's critical...
look, just call West have him fax the timesheet to the main office...
Get it there by ... Speak up, I can't hear you.
Some people just don't know what to wish for.
As for my part in this story, well, it began on a Tuesday.
September 18th.
My birthday. My 22nd birthday to be exact.
Oh, I'm Neal Oliver.
And this mess, is my apartment in St. Louis. Missouri.
Where at this particular moment I was at MajorDecision.com.
Should I wear a tie to lunch?
Damn.
Happy birthday Neal... Sweet
Truth.
You are not mad, that I'm bailing on you tonight?
No, no no no.
I mean how cool it you be for you, to bomb your psyche-test because of some stupid concert
No aah. You have got to wait until lunch. That's your family rules.
But you can open this. I intercepted your snail mail.
It's the reality check. I'm game over on the art scholarship.
We should at least open it.
I can tell a rejection by weight.
You are the wrong sex, the wrong colour and your family has too much money. I'm sorry.
Just don't, don't mention anything to my old man, please.
You are so weird.
What?
Well, you actually suppose to cut your grapefruit in half and eat it with a spoon
not peel it, and eat it like an orange.
Oh look... it's her.
Again.
Should I be like jealous?
Oh, maybe if she was real.
So, I had another dream about her, last night.
She was in jail... it's got to mean something.
I'll tell you what it means. You saw her once somewhere
and made a subconscious impression,
the impression came back to you in a dream, so you drew her
which made the impression stronger. You dream, you draw, you draw, you dream
Now it's a vicious cycle. So quit drawing her, and it'll end.
Well, thank you Karl Young.
Fact is, I enjoy drawing her.
But, am I... Am I any good at this Sally?
'cause today is the deadline of the Conrad Competition.
Should I even enter these?
Don't ask me Neal.
I don't want to be judgmental.
But I do know, that just because you enjoy doing something, doesn't necessarily mean that you should make it your career.
Here, No worries.
As I said it all started on my 22nd birthday.
Specifically here.
At my traditional birthday lunch.
As always, my father had picked the restaurant.
Attending with the usual suspects.
Sally, who my parents actually liked maybe even more than I did.
My dad. Daniel. Attorney at law.
My mom Marlene. The attorneys wife.
And my sister and best friend Nancy.
Put on earth by the grace of God, to keep me from going insane.
So what did you wish for? Please tell me that it was something about us.
I'm guessing... He wished to go skydiving again.
God forbid.
Oh no, no. Neal you didn't.
Why, if I tell her, it won't come true.
Actually that's no wife's tail.
The truth is, you should always tell your wish.
Kinda Carma thing. Put it out there, project it.
Then it just might come true.
Never heard that before.
Oh, it's true. Believe me.
I know.
I'll cut this for you.
OK, so now you have to tell us.
Yeah, come on, tell us Neilo.
I wished for...
an answer.
An answer, OK an answer to what?
An answer to my life.
Here it is.
Happy birthday son.
Your admission to the Bradford Law Fellowship.
Just do the interview next month, on October 15th,
and you're in.
It's all arranged. By me.
And you can take that to the bank.
Dad, I told you, I wasn't sure yet.
Well, I can be sure for the both of us.
Last candle gone.
Take it with you.
That is, if you want your wish granted.
Thanks.
Oh, cool.
That's my colour too. Thank you.
Sable brushes.
Nance. You are the best Nance.
You are welcome.
As for last.
Happy birthday son.
Isn't it perfect?
Fire engin red.
You have no idea, how hard it was to find a red convertible in this town.
Fule injected. 160 horses. Csr phone.
Yeah, I even got you special plates.
Oh boy, I would have killed for a car like this, when I was your age.
Aw, you know I thought it was high time for an image change, and what better way to start.
Now, you see, the engine is a 2.5 litre dual overhead cam, inline...
As usual, it was all about him.
His idea of cool.
Red was his colour. Not mine.
It was his pet phrase on the licence plates.
Clearly he was excepting me to become him.
Well? Isn't it the best present, you could ever get?
It's awesome. Come on Neal, take me for a ride.
Well, son...
Neal!
Oh my God!
Son!.
Somebody call 911.
Neal, Neal, are you all right?
Talk to me son.
Neal.
Get better soon honey, Love Mom + Dad, XO
St. Louis’s finest thin crust
You're all right Neal?
Yeah, yeah, just...
it only hurts when I think.
They want to keep me overnight, to log some tests in the morning
make sure, my perception is like worked, yeah.
You're goddess, Nance.
I know.
So, what's your perception of a dad
who buys you the gift, he wants for himself?
About the same as toxic wastes.
Your perception is fine.
That is one hell of a way getting out of answering dad about the car.
Mom and dad are going to be here soon, what are you gonna tell them?
Lies.
The truth is just gonna piss him off.
Well maybe that's a good thing.
No, no.
Because then I' gonna get the hole riff, about how I'm letting him down
It's just easy if I role with it.
And maybe someone will steal it.
First a little visual warm up?
I'll hold up a card, you name the suit. I'm gonna go faster and faster.
So, see if you can keep up.
OK.
Diamond.
Club.
Spade.
Heart.
Diamond.
Spade.
Diamond.
Heart.
Club. Spade.
Heart.
Diamond.
Club. Heart.
Spade. Diamond.
Club. Spade.
Heart.
Club.
Spade.
Heart.
Did I pass?
No.
But a few people do.
Black harts, red spades?.
Come on, that's like cheating.
Aah, experience has conditioned you, thinking that all hearts are red,
and all spades are black.
Because their shapes are similar.
It's easier for your mind to interpret them...
based on that passed experience,
than open to an idea that they can be different.
We see what we expect to see.
Not necessarily, what's really there.
Children who have never played cards always pass this test.
Makes you wonder how many other things are right in front of you, sight, sound, smell
that you can't experience, because you've been conditioned not to?
The good news is ... If we'll do the test again you will pass.
Once you are aware, that there can be black hearts and red spades,
you'll be able to perceive them.
Your brain is wired, just like the Interstate highways system.
It's easier to go from one well to go from one well travelled place to another
but the places in between, off the highway ...
Even though they're there, most people just zip right pass them.
Well, that's cool trick
But there aren't any card games with red spades and black hearts.
Well, how do you know?
Mr. Oliver. I'm Dr. Craig.
You ready to take some tests?
Yeah.
Well, that was some warmer back to you got there, that guy Ray.
Who?
Ray. You know, that guy, who was ju ... He just left.
You know, the tricked cards.
No, there is no one on staff, named Ray.
No, he was just here.
Wacky guy, with the cards... with the light-green lab coat.
The staff wears blue here, not green.
But we can test your colour perception.
Dropped seven of harts.
Come on in son.
So, how's that new car?
- Awesome? - Yeah dad... it's very awesome.
What is on your mind, son?
I'm not so sure about this Bradford thing, dad.
Seams little too easy, you know.
I spent years working very hard, so it would be easy for you.
What? You want to work nights in that warehouse for the rest of your life?
Come on dad, that just so I don't have to ask you for cash.
Son, let me give you some Daniel Olivier philosophy.
And you can take it to the bank.
When ever someone offers you an advantage, take it.
And this program is an advantage.
It will get you to any law school in the country.
America needs another lawyer.
Another good lawyer. We can always use one of those.
- That was costs 30 Gs ? 32,200.
I outbid two major collectors to get it.
It's a lot of money for a drop cloth.
That shows you how much you know. That is Franklin Samuel original.
He's a name artist. If you ever sell anything,
the operative would been if, maybe... maybe... your opinion will count.
Look dad, I'm just not sure, OK?
I thought about, maybe taking some time off.
Time off for what?
Sort of take stock, you know, try figure some things out.
Waste your time with your art?
It's a hobby son. Would you live it that?
Look, I got you into Bradford, because Prat's on the board,
and he won't be next year.
So if you don't take advantage of it now, there won't be a next time.
Why not just go thru the program?
If you ultimately decide, law school is not for you, then, I'll... live with it.
But at least you'll be Bradford fellow and that's something you can always take to the bank.
Then you can, you know... figure things out.
So you're going Bradford, ha.
- I thought you weren't sure. - I'm not.
I think it would be stupid, not to at least give it a shot.
Can't let down the old man.
Bought you off with a fancy car?
He's maximizing his options, Frank. It's very mature.
We should be supportive, not judgemental.
Look for the good in your fellow man.
The warm wind of romance blows around you.
With good health, prosperity will follow.
October 15th. That's the day of my Bradford interview.
Let me see that.
OK, you got me. It's blank.
What the hell?
I would never get on that shit, never.
Just, leave everything behind, not know where are you going.
I can't believe that you would Neal.
Just, leave your friends, and your family, and for what?
Hey, earth to Neal. What's the matter?
Sally my fortune.
Didn't it say: October 15th, are you sure?
Obviously it didn't.
At the restaurant, when I showed it to you, isn't that what it said?
Why do you make such a big deal about this?
Because it is bugging me. That's why.
You're just projecting your anxiety, about your decision, and that is natural.
It's OK. You'll do great.
Because that's who you are.
Here.. Just take a nice deep breath, relax.
Sally, listen to me.
What are the chances?
That of all cookies in that kitchen,
that exact one ended up on a plate, that was taken to our table,
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 shit 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 fuck up them work orders, you get fired.
Instead of expelled.
Oh yeah, names are different, but it is exact same shit.
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 shit.
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?
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'e 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.
High way 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 mispell 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.
If it wasn't, it wouldn't happen.
Right.
Oh, I forgot to give you, your birthday present.
Remember your wish?
An answer.
- Yeah - That's great.
Yeah, gets greater.
Go on, go ahead. Try it.
Yes or No questions.
OK, hmmm... Eight ball, is there an Interstate 60?
I told you, it'd get greater.
Who are you mister?
The O.W stands for One Wish.
That's what I do.
I grant wishes.
One to a customer.
Your was more interesting, then most.
Open ended.
Signifies thought instead of greed.
That's what I get most of the time.
gimme, gimme, gimme,
gimme this, gimme that...
Usually money, or sex, or easy living.
How I deliver. Yeah, that depends on what mood i'm in.
Eight Ball, is this guy bull-shitting me?
Come on.
Let's find that road.
Now, one young couple wished to be married. Live happily ever after.
So I blew up their car. At the church, on the way to the honeymoon.
Another guy. He wanted great perfect sex every day,
with his choice of gorgeous women. No pregnancies.
So...
Everyday there is a FedEx delivery... of a skin magazine...
box of tissues.
There's the Stop sign. Turn right.
There is a sign post, up ahead.
Son of a bitch. I found it.
It was inevitable.
So, I thought all Interstates were divided highways, with limited access.
No, when highway doesn't officially exist. The rules don't apply.
OK, so how is it, we're on a highway, that is on any map,
going to a towns, that presumably don't exist?
Well, there are unlisted phone numbers, right? So, why can't there be unlisted highways and towns?
I don't buy it. There's got to be a better explanation, than that.
Better explanation.
OK. How about it's a... parallel dimension.
Or you're in a dream.
Or it has something to do with your wish.
Or... you're in a coma from when that bucket hit you.
Or maybe... just maybe...
You're dead.
Well?
Well, what do you want kid?
I just gave you not one explanation, but six.
All reasonable.
You want an answer, pick one.
It want change anything.
You, you took a job, and now you got to do it.
Yeah, but it could change something.
So, what if I'm dead?
What if I'm dead, right now.
There is no reason, why shouldn't drive on oncoming traffic, right?
OK, go ahead. Try it.
But that's way you accelerated in way of the big semi, coming at us,
which should be in about 25 seconds, I figure.
Come to this. Now, if you are dead...
Then, this is the after life,
and you made a deal with a guy, sealed in blood,
who knew everything about you, even what you are going to say, before you said it.
Now who do you think, that guy might be?
And... do you think it is a good idea to piss him of?
Maybe you got a point.
Maybe I do.
Oh, I love this highway.
Me? I consider myself an artist, too.
I see life, as.. art appreciation.
You know, some artist can't stand the sight of their work once it's finished.
Me, I'm one of my own biggest fans.
And one of my favourites, will be coming through that door... any moment..
Now.
Yeah, can I take your order?
15 double-cheeseburgers, please.
15 double-cheese to go.
Oh, not to go. I'll eat them here.
Hold the order.
You're going to eat 15 double-cheeseburgers, all by your self?
Yeah.
Why, they are real big? You think 15 to many?
Way to many.
All right. Twelve then. Even dozen.
Look, are you drunk or something, mister?
Well I don't know. Can you get drunk on six beer?
Hay fella. I've got a hundred says that you can't eat six double-cheese,
as much less twelve.
So, what you're saying is, they're really big cheeseburgers?
My hundred says you can't eat six double-cheese.
Well, I'm kinda hungry. maybe you're right.
Twelve is to many burgers. I'll tell you what?
Make it two double-cheese, three orders of fried chicken, one BLT, two ham & Swiss on rie, chicken fried steak,
Turkey club, and two bolls chilli extra onions.
And one piece of each of those pies.
One piece of each of these pies?
Anything else?
Three order onion rings.
That's much more sensible lunch, than twelve double-cheeseburgers.
Oh, and hold the pickles.
100 bucks.
If you can finish all that food, in one hour.
Without getting up from that counter, and without losing your lunch.
I'm not much of a betting man.
Two to One odds then... No, no, I'll give you Three to One.
That's 300 to mine... against 100 to yours.
Well, what the Hell.
It's only money.
Hal...
You better hold onto this money.
Sure.
Yeah, I'll take some of that.
Eight Ball, is this guy gonna really eat all that food?
Can I hmm... Can I get on this action?
Ask him.
No I like long shots.
You're crazy your knees.
My money just ass good, right.
Hell about me.
Sir, you want to drink anything with that?
There's your order.
All right. It's 13:10. On your mark... Get set...
Wait.
Ketchup, please.
Thanks.
All right... What's the trick?
Trick?
Where is the food?
Can't all be in your stomach.
Actually, I don't know.
The fact is, I always loved eating. More than anything.
Go into a restaurant, want to order everything on the menu.
But, I was always frustrated, by the small capacity of my stomach.
Well, 17 years ago, I made a wish...
And amazingly enough it came true.
Now I have, what you might call, a black hole in my belly.
Onely I have to keep eating like this, six or seven times a day.
Gets expensive.
So, I travel a lot, and take advantage of guys like you to pay for it.
That's a good one.
Excuse me, mister.
I've got to know one thing.
Do you still love eating?
No... now it's a drag.
Listen kid...
Nobody minds money taken by that guy, he gave us good show for our money.
But I draw a line over what you did.
What did I do?
I just bet the right horse, that's all.
You run on it. I know a hustle when I see one.
I played a hunch, I swear to God. I've never seen that guy before in my life
But your friend, there has.
Haven't you fella?
Oh, I wont deny it.
Now, get back the money you stole, son.
Look sir, I won a couple of bets. If that's such a crime why don’t we call the police.
I am the police.
Sorry about that.
That's all my money.
Hit the rode, fellas.
OK, so what's your game Mr Grant. 'cause it seems like you know exactly what's gonna happen,
just before it happens,
and it's just like fucking with me!
Oh, don't take it personal kid.
I fuck with everybody.
That's what I do.
If I tie highly recommend it as an unending source of amusement.
And as far as knowing what's gonna happen. Well... on this highway,
the past, the present, the future,
the "What if some maybe's, the roads not taken",
could all converge, get jumble up.
I just happen to be tuned into it. That's all.
So what are you? Like an Angel or God, or something?
Just, picking up certain people to give him a wish?
No... no, just a guy who likes to mess with peoples heads.
I'm a Joker... in life's deck.
But, why do it?
I enjoy it.
You should always find something to do, that you enjoy.
Although I will admit I have been considering a career change.
Job in a convenience store...
Or maybe becoming...
a male prostitute.
You're gay?
- You're fucking with me, aren't you? - Yeah.
Fact is I'm a virgin.
I always will be.
My penis... was cut off in a very weird accident,
when I was nine.
Yeah, right.
You want to see it?
Yeah... show me.
Holy shit.
Oh, God...
Oh, let me tell you, the world is very different pace, when you're not constantly thinking about sex.
or responding sexually to everything...
Yeah.
I go to guess that'd would be.
Wait, how would you know?
How would you know, what it's like to not have something, you never had?
Now you're thinking.
You'd be surprised, how many people take that statement on faith.
Sounds right, so they just except it.
As I say.
Messing with peoples heads, can be a lot of fun.
You should try it.
Some nice scenery coming up ahead.
Hello then... you're going my way?
If you're going west.
Then, that's my way.
Hey, why don't you hop in the back, because huggy here is gonna wanna take a good luck at me,
and if I'm in the front, he'll have a better view.
And if you're in the back... so will you.
I'm Laura.
Neal.
Oh, and that's Mr. Grant.
So, where you going Laura?
Me?
Oh, I'm going to a...
find a perfect fuck.
Wow, that's an interesting destination.
Yeah, ever been there?
- Can't say that I have. - Me either.
But so far the trip's been pretty exciting.
Only, how will you know, when you've gotten there?
That is the problem. It's actually become my obsession,
but you don't need to here about it.
Sure, sure I do.
The first time, wasn't that great.
I'm thinking: This is it?
This is what all these songs are written about? I mean, talk about hype.
Second time was a little bit better.
Third time, now that was a hot time.
Forth time, not as good as the third time.
But once I've done it enough to have all these expiriences to compare, just drove me nuts.
I mean, what if the best one was right around the corner?
You know, how much better, would the perfect one be?
So this became my quest.
No, there is times, when wish I've gone to the convent.
But my obsession, becomes your opportunities.
You little stun muffin. You want to take advantage of a girl that can't say no?
Any guy turned you down before?
Not unless he was gay.
OK... What number would I be?
2461.
But I have got a very, very good hearing about you,
and there's something very, very special.
- I think I'm gonna pass, Laura. - What do you mean, you will pass?
Guys don't pass.
Oh, I'm clean, there is no disease, if that's what you're worried about.
I've got condoms... all best kinds.
Come on Neal... stick it to me.
I'm not doing it. Period.
So, you just. You are not man enough?
You meet a real woman and you turn in to a wuss?
Think you want measure up, hmmm?
Well, you'll never know, will you?
Because if I don't do it...
I want be number 2000 and whatever.
I'll be number One.
That one guy. Guy you will remember for the rest of your life.
You stay up at night, thinking about me, wondering,
Was he the One?
The answer is yes. I am the perfect fuck.
The one you never had...
Perfect on every way...
Look, stop it, stop it...
This is Zen thing, it's amazing... I've never been perfect in anything before.
Well, you can fuck me.
A mind fuck, and it was terrible.
It was good for me.
What about you Mr.?
I'll bet, you're a real man.
You're man enough to be in my book?
Oh, Hell yes. Put me down in there.
But I sometimes got little troubles... getting excited.
Let me take care of that baby.
Now, that's a museum you'd really appreciate.
What is it? A bunch of bogus paintings
Stop in Renburg. Have a look.
You'll find it very... thought provoking.
450 mile to Danver.
Quarter tank of gas, and no money.
Well, when Columbus set sail, he didn't know if it had any wind.
Stop!
Help. Stop!
Jesus lady...
Help my, please, my son... took my car and run off. I think he's in Banton.
Will you take me there? I've got to find him.
Look I'm sorry, but I'm not going that way.
I'll pay you... $53. It's all I have just take me to Banton.
Help my find my son, please.
You need money. She shows up.
Coincidence?
All right lady, hop in. I'll take you. - Thank you
Well, I'll hop out.
You're gettin' in tune with the highway.
Say,
that's important.
Good luck Neal.
Hey, wait a minute. Am I gonna see you again?
Always wanting an answer.
Well, maybe you'll find it in Banton.
I'll pay you the rest, when we'll find Philip.
Oh, I'm Susan Ross.
Neal Oliver.
- So, how old is Philip, Susan? - 16.
He's my baby.
He's all I have.
He's run away before, but he's always come back.
God I am so scared...
What if I never find him?
- Well, did you call the Police? - They say I should look in Banton
It's not like I've been a bad mother.
it's just... so hard when you're all alone.
We're gonna find him Susan.
We'll find him.
It is illegal to sell, consume, or transport Euphoria,
beyond the city limits, under penalty of law.
Be warned, it is highly addictive.
Even in small doses.
Withdraw from Euphoria, has known to cause injury and death.
All responsible citizens, are urged to avoid this drug at all costs, and stay in the Euphoria-free zones.
Euphoria is legal in Banton, and is distributed within the Banton city limits.
- However ...
What kind of town is this?
it is illegal to sell, consume ..
Maybe we should talk to the Police?
Come on.
16-year-old, in town with legal drugs, and a rave.
Sorry, but I don't think he'll be at the library.
The next bus to the rave is leaving in five minutes... The next bus to the rave is leaving in five minutes.
First timers?
Are you aware, that Euphoria is being distributed inside,
that it is dangerous, and addictive substance, and it is strongly advised not to partake of it?
Well, how can we not be?
Go on.
You'll need this.
No, thanks.
Don't be stupid.
This is the answer.
This is to everything.
And you really need it.
Susan!
He's over here.
Philip.
Oh, thank God, we've found you.
Please, let's go home.
Chill ma, I am home.
See this? This is the place. The happiest place on earth.
You can't stay here. You have to come home.
But Mom!
Who's this?
New stud boyfriend?
Sure can pick 'em.
- You've got school. - Fuck school.
I've got Euphoria.
Here, try some mom, the best.
Philip. You can't stay here.
Yo, I'm in legal age here.
I can do anything I want. I want... Euphoria.
You stole my car.
It's in the impound yard. Take it.
I don't want it. Eat it.
No, you take me there.
Go away. Leave me alone
Hey, what's a matter with you?
What's going on her? Hey, now break it up.
Philip come home.
- That's it. - Philip! Philip! Please come home.
The fact is ma'am, here your son's legal age.
He wants to stay... He can't be forced to leave.
And...
He wants to stay.
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 they’re 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...