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 world of alcohol, and drugs, but,
that's no frontier.
It's just another way for us to fool ourselves...
And we've created this phoney frontier with computers.
Which allows people to think they’ve escaped...
Frontier with access fees...
What about Space? The final frontier?
Ah, Star Trek isn't Space. That's television.
Find fuckin' frontier, that is.
Besides, how many folks can just pack up, and go to space?
Naah, the frontier is right here.
Interstate 60.
That's why it was put here.
Give people, who wanted a little different,
place to go.
Is that really true Mr Cody?
If it isn't... it should be.
Excuse me... Excuse me...
Excuse my...
Can you help me out mister?
Will work for food, eh?
OK... Here's an apple, food.
Now, I'd like you washed that man's windshield.
Work.
Hey man. I ain't gonna wash his windshield for no apple.
Oh, excuse me. It doesn't say "might work for food",
It doesn't say "restricted menus", it says "will work for food". This is food,
That's work.
What's the problem?
I ain't doin' it, that's all.
Now, let's be honest. You don't want to work.
You just want a hand out, so you can buy booze.
And nothing wrong with that. Drinking... that's a great human tradition.
And if you'd been straight about it, I'd bought you some Chevas.
But by holding up that sign. You made an employment agreement.
Which I intend to hold you to.
Now... There's the apple, you wash that car.
Fuck you man. I don't want your fuckin’ apple,
so I don't gotta wash that fuckin’ car.
Here's what I think of your fuckin’ apple.
Well, now since you've took my food. You gotta wash that car.
Wash it.
- Mr. Cody, this is really unimportant. -Yes it is.
This jerk out here lying in writing?! I don't tolerate lying from any one!
Especially not in writing.
You! Watch the damn car.
You, shot the fuck up!
Or I'm gonna cut you.
You all get out of here, now!
I'm gonna call the sheriff.
Yeah, I wouldn't do that.
You see, I've got lung cancer. I'm terminal, six months to live.
Only... I'm not going out in a hospital.
It's dynamite.
Enough to take out everything in radius of 150 yards.
I don't take two farts in a martini, if I go now or later.
But if you do, you'd better wash that car.
OK, OK mister... I'll clean it for you.
No!
He's got to do it.
What are you nuts? Wash the windshield.
Clean it!
Wash the car.
OK, OK! I'll wash it, all right!
Turn it of.
You'd rather call the sheriff, and have that guy shot through the head. He's crazy.
I've got much simpler solution.
Grab your cote, and snatch your hat. Leave your worries on the door step.
Just direct your feet, to the sunny side of the street.
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
You know, if everybody followed that rule, there would be a lot less trouble.
Now, we still have a contract Mr. Oliver.
Sure hope, you're not thinking of breaking that contract.
Thinking about it? Yes.
Doing it? No, sir.
That's a very honest response.
That's a breath of fresh air.
Cigarette?
No, Thank you sir. I don't smoke.
I like cigarettes.
Package says they cause cancer, and they do.
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Nor, for one, for cigarettes, I don't know where I'd be today.
I used to be in advertising.
I got paid for lying.
And one day, a little boy died because of one of those lies.
Well, that fried me.
So, when I got my nicotine death sentence, I decided to make the rest of my time count.
Put and end on some of those lies.
Now, for the first time on my life, I'm fulfilled, I'm content.
Lung cancer.
Is now without its benefits.
I couldn't decide if he was for real, or bluffing.
Totally sane or completely nuts.
Maybe the dynamite was fake, or the detonator was.
Or... maybe not.
As Grant would say, lots of answers, all of them reasonable.
I did know that I liked it. That was for sure.
Sunny side of the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeet......
Mister Oliver.
You're one of the best employees I've ever had.
I'm giving you a tip.
And my card.
You ever want to work for me again.
You call that number.
It's mine direct line.
- Good luck with that girl. - Thank you sir.
The Museum of Art Fraud was only three blocks away.
That Interstate 60 dynamic was clearly at work again.
And my own curiosity was definitely piqued.
Oh, you must be Douglas.
Oh, thank goodness, I'm so glad to see you.
I didn't think you were coming. I mean, the agency called to cancel.
I'm Mrs. James. The owner.
Hi Mrs. James...
And today we're viewing the originals, and right now... I know you're confused...
But if you do as I say, I'll give you a hundred dollars.
Late Mr. James was most proud of five original masterpieces in this room.
Rarely seen, and per his wishes never photographed.
Monet...Cezanne... Van Gogh... Renoir...
Degas...
Each is valued in the millions.
No less then Bill Gates and Warren Buffet have attempted to buy them.
Of course they're not for sale.
Now if we can proceed this way...
Now, take the paintings down very carefully, remove them from the frames.
And then, after that... put them on the easels out here.
Today you're going to be my nephew Edward.
Now, just follow my lead, and go with the flow.
This way please.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen...
Welcome to our gallery of affordable reproductions...
It was my late husband's request, That none of his five original masterpieces,
ever be photographed or reproduced in any book or catalogue.
So, we offer these copies...
Rendered by my nephew Edward.
At the modest cost of $350 a piece.
And if you have any questions, please, don't hesitate...
to ask either one of us.
How long did it take you to do them?
How long?
I knocked them out all in a week.
I can tell.
Some of your brush work is rather uneven...
Well, you get what you pay for.
It's decent craftsmanship, perhaps a little slick. Lacks the artist's sole.
Yeah, but I'm just an amateur.
It's shameful.
Cezanne would roll over in his grave, to see such a mockery of his work.
Well, let's be glad for both our sakes, that he won't see it.
Well, you've heard it from the experts. You have no talent whatsoever.
Well, I've never been more flattered.
My late husband’s desire.
Was that his masterpieces be owned by people who will enjoy them.
Not trophy collectors.
Thus our charade.
But do you know, in eight years I have yet to sell a painting.
Why don't you donate them to an art museum?
Oh, upon my death, clones of them will be donated.
Clones?
Oscar was an art collector, dealer.
Technical genius... and a practical joker, and wealthy enough to indulge in his most outrageous whims.
He developed a process where by, he could duplicate a painting almost on a molecular level.
He would borrow a grate master from a museum, and duplicate it, and often send back the copy.
And he was never found out.
A Stary Night... the original.
The one in New York is a clone.
This Monet... the art world thinks that the original is in Paris.
Unbelievable.
So there're all originals?
So what one do, with a collection like this?
You tell everyone they're fakes.
And so, just before he died, Oscar created this.
The Museum of Art Fraud.
The worlds grates art museum.
Masquerading as a cheap tourist attraction.
Oh, my God... that's...
My husband... Oscar Warren James.
Of course.
I must say, I was feeling pretty damn good.
Hell I was feeling inspired.
I wanted to deliver the package, and then I wanted to go out and paint.
And I wished I could go back in time, and enter a piece in Conrad Competition.
But... I'd had my one wish.
And I couldn't look back.
Hot and Cool. I'm getting warmer, I'm getting colder.
Of course.
Eight Ball,
that girl is not in Danver and her name is not Robin, isn't it?
Is she in Morlaw?
So, if I go there, will I find her?
So there it was... The proverbial fork in the road.
My job. The word I'd given. The contract I'd signed.
Versus the lovely Lynn. The girl of my dreams.
Her musical voice in my head, leading me ...
Where?
So what did I do?
I did what any self respecting hopeless romantic would do.
I rationalized. Five days to go 158 miles.
I got time to chase a dream, right Eight Ball?
Good answer.
Drivers Licence.
What did I do, officer?
Nothing.
You're served.
You're being sued by Mr. J.J. Madison, for your responsibility ...
in a hit and run kill of his pat cat Snickers, three weeks ago in front of the Courthouse.
But I've never been here before. I was in St. Louis three weeks ago.
Tell it to the judge.
I'm just process serving.
Meanwhile I suggest you head to the town and hire yourself a lawyer...
You're gonna need one.
But first... park your car in that lane over there, by the lake,
you can get sued for polluting the air.
Hey Mr., I'm really good, check it out Stanford, class of 88.
Suma cum laude, but more important I know the angles.
You don't need a lawyer. You need a good lawyer, and that's me.
Parkinson, and that's the only name you need to remember. These other guys...
- I'm uninterested. - Valerie McCabe. Year of 91.
I've got special rates for visitors. And I know I can win your case.
You don't even know my case.
The Madison case?
Happens to visitors all the time.
Fact is, J.J Madison doesn't even have a cat.
He's allergic.
I can have it thrown out in no time.
Wait. He never had a cat?
So why he's gonna sue somebody for it?
Because he can.
What?
Every adult citizen of Morlaw, is a lawyer.
So everybody sues everybody else. It doesn't matter if there is a cause.
It's how we make sure that everybody makes a living off the profession.
Yeah, but that's insane.
I can sue you for that.
You just made a defamatory remark about this town.
Hey, are you looking at my legs. I can sue you for that too.
Sexual harassment.
Is there anything you can't sue me for?
Hire me. That way everything between us is subject to attorney-client privilege.
I'm $75 an hour. First hour is free.
Well, at least you know my case.
All right. You're hired.
I’m suing you Valerie...
For the sexual enticement or the appearance thereof of the potential client on the public thoroughfare.
He only hired you, because he found you sexually attractive.
Hurry. My office.
We can get lots a dozen more law suits, just walking down the street.
This will be essential. Shouldn't make more then a couple of weeks.
Weeks?
No, no, no. I have to be in Danver on October 2nd.
It can't take that long.
That's not long.
Long is our City limit sign.
We've been trying to get knew one put up for five years now.
But we forgot a file an environmental impact report, and as metal in signpost ...
is a potentially hazardous substance. We're in court over that.
And another lawyer is challenging the census figure on the sign.
And another lawyer said we had to do another land survey to determine the exact city limits,
so we know precisely where to put the sign. So we brought an Surveyor.
But he got sued for smoking,
and wasn't enjoined from finishing the survey.
I say we're at least two years, from a new sign.
And you chose to live here?
I wouldn't live anywhere else.
Every day is a new challenge.
A new precedent.
A new interpreting of the law.
It's an intellectual feast.
So if everyone who lives here is a lawyer,
How do you live?
I mean, who runs the grocery store... Who does your dry cleaning...
Who fixes the shitter, when it breaks?
Well, we all moonlight on a law related jobs. Police, bailiffs, court reporters...
But those other trivial things, you mentioned?
They're done by people like you. Awaiting trial.
It's the only way they can afford their legal fees.
Now, I can get you a hearing on Monday October 1st.
Meanwhile...
We'll have to call witnesses, to testify as your character.
You know, Family. Friends.
So, that you can qualify for your employment program. It'll help keep cost down.
So tomorrow morning, why don't you get me their names and numbers,and I'll subpena them.
Well, even if they could get here... Wouldn't they get sued too?
Of course.
But you'll identify them, and their problems will fall on your shoulders, which means more work for me.
I have those phone numbers They're in my car.
I'm gonna go get them. And I'm gonna make few calls, and be right back.
No you won’t.
Fred... Mr. Oliver is a potential fugitive.
- Lock him up. - Lock me up?
Of course.
We lawyers have to protect out livelihood.
Hey, you can't do this to me. I have rights.
I know you do, sweetie. I'm here to protect them.
I couldn't even blame the Eight Ball.
It said a meeting was possible.
Yeah, right...
A meteor wiping out Morlaw was possible too.
Probably more possible than ever meeting Lynn.
Lynn!
Over here!
I'm gonna get you out!
In order to get her out, I had to get me out.
But jailbreak, was clearly not happening. Ditto for a tunnel job.
I needed an answer, and my Eight ball was in the car.
Damn it.
There had to be a way, to blow this thing wide open.
And then I knew.
My lawyer needed a character witness.
I needed a witness
who was a character.
Please, state your name and occupation.
Robert Wilson Cody.
I'm... what you might call it an axe grinder.
Mr. Cody... please, tell the court how you know the defendant.
He was my employee.
And how would you characterize him?
Honest. Trustworthy. Intelligent.
Ask him if he's aware that the charge against me is a lie,
and that everyone here knows it.
It's immaterial. He can only testify as the character.
Just ask him.
The judge will pull it immaterial.
You ask him... or I'll fire you.
Mr. Cody...
Are you aware that the charge against Mr. Oliver
is not only a complete lie, but that the judge, the plaintiff and every citizen here know it?
Objection! Immaterial. It has nothing to do with the character of the accused.
Sustained.
Wait a minute miss... You'rer saying 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 God dam 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 seeted.
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 fuckin’ meet you, Neal.
Man, I've been so fucked up in here, for so long,
I thought, I was never getting the fuck out.
Yo bitch! I want back my fuckin’ cloths, you cocksucker's confiscated.
I shouldn’t be fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ talk?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I mean, YES.
Yes.
You make Mike Tyson sound like an Oxford graduate.
What do you like fuckin’ dissin' me?
You like saying that I never went to fuckin’ 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 wouldn't either.
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 peal it?
My? I peal 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 to 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, shit... Oh shit...
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 wont. I'm sick of those punks making trouble around here.
Hey, come back with my binoculars!
Eight Ball, am I the killer?
Latest reports, indicate the suspect is carrying a murder weapon in a square box, wrapped in brown paper.
Once again, suspect is carrying a murder weapon in a square package in a ...
Oh no.
Shit!
Eight Ball, is the murder weapon in this box?
Should I open it?
Shit.
If it is a murder weapon, I'm gonna get my finger prints all over it.
Eight Ball, I really need an answer right now. What should I do?
Damn you!
Yes or No questions.
Come on Neal. Think. Be logical...
He called the cops...
So, which ever way they're going, I've got to go the opposite way.
Well, it's got to be one way or the other.
Right Eight Ball? I mean, I got two choices here, so it's got to be one or the other. Right?
Take it to the Bank.
Sorry dad.
No, there is another choice.
Sheriffs and police in two counties have closed up Interstate 60 in both directions
with the attend of boxing in the suspect, who was last seen driving red BMW convertible,
with white paint splattered on the trunks lid.
I knew this wasn't my kind of car.
What were the chances?
What were the chances, that the killer would be in a car, just like mine,
and I get white paint on mine, just like his?
Now Grant would say, it was inevitable.
That at least once in a infinite universe, events would happen that way,
and this was that time.
But Grant also said, on this highway, the past and the future,
and what ifs and maybes can all get jumbled up.
So, I had to see for myself.
Hey! Get away from there!
Who was he?
They say he was some law student from St. Louis.
Went nuts, and killed his old man.
I love this highway.
Eight Ball, I've got a lot of questions.
Was that guy in the car...
What the hell I'm asking you for?
Robin Fields?
Is anybody here?
I'm here.
Ray?
- Delivery is for you. - No, no, no.
I wouldn't hire you, to deliver package to myself.
It's for my cousin.
Here he is now.
Robin Fields.
One of my many synonyms.
Cousins?
You set in my car, with your own package.
- Why didn't you take it? - Well, you made a deal.
What kind of guy would I be if I caused you to... violate your blood oath?
And, besides, it's the fact that you lost all your money...
and you went to jail... you left to girl...
ditched your car...
All, to bring this to me?
Makes it far more valuable.
Now it has... stories to go with it.
Well ... Don't you want to know what's inside?
I did before, but...
doesn't really matter now... 'cause,
whatever it is... won't be as good as the stories.
Well seing as you understand that.
I'll open it.
You're not gonna light it?
I don't need to.
So, how's that new car?
Awesome?
Dad...
What's my favourite color?
Blue.
Why would you buy me a red Beamer?
Red's a great colour. Specially for a convertible.
You know, my BMW's suppose been a great source of joy to me, so I just thought...
Happy birthday dad.
In the future, if you want to buy me a gift...
Buy me something I want. Not something you want.
Son... it's a gift...
And if you don't accept it... I will take it as a personal insult.
Well, in that case we're even.
Because I consider the gift itself, to me and to who I am.
How would you like it, if I bought you an easel and a paint box for your birthday?
I never thought of it that way.
Perhaps I could've given it a little more thought.
Thank you dad.
Apology accepted.
Now the Bradford thing. I'm not going there.
- 'Cause I'm not going to law school... - But son?
No buts, Dad.
This is your life, you made it, it works for you.
I've got to find something that works for me. I'm sorry if you don't approve,
but you can take that to the bank.
Well, I don't approve.
And it's time you face the truth about your art.
It's mediocre, look...
Neal... great news.
That piece, you entered in the Conrad Competition...
There's a very interested buyer, who wants to talk to you about it right now.
Come on. I'll take you.
No dad... that thing...
It's crap.
You got ripped off.
And it's upside down.
I must be feeling Alzheimer’s. I don't remember entering anything into Conrad Competition.
You left it in motel.
I took the liberty of entering it for you.
Thank you, Mr...
Conrad... Oh, you're welcome mister Oliver...
You're Neal Oliver...
I just love your painting.
Excuse my, I'm sorry... I've just got this...
Major déjà vu about you.
No, no, no. It's OK, I did too.
Big time.
I just love this...
It's got soul... passion...
- I'm... - Lynn Linden.
Yeah, I know.
I'm with Danver publishing, we do.. prints, posters, and art books.
Well, it's maybe a little presumptuous of me, but would you consider doing a serious of motels, cafes,
gas stations... all in this style?
It's exactly what I was thinking.
- My brother is really talented. - Oh, he's gonna be fine.
Just fine.
He's got a great future ahead of him.
They both do.
Say... you have a birthday coming up, don't you?
Well, how do you know that?
Don't forget to make the wish.