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 short shifted the cleaning gallery again.
- Sand the Zoo keeper. - Roger that
Well, guess you'll need a holer room for the night.
Plus, you get... a 300 dollars finders fee.
Finders fee?
Yeah, for her.
You've just increesed our labor-pool.
We pay for that, around here.
What's the matter son?
Somebody offeres you an adventage... 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 bocks, 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 concerne me, was whether something else was inevitable.
Eight Ball, should I be worried about thies.. 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 marcy 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 pay role.
I pick radio stations, I initiate all conversations.
I'll pay you ten dolars casch 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 inevigtable.
Mr. Cody had rather unique taste in audio stimulation.
{Y:I}The choice is clear. The Orient 620. The American made car, for American made drivers...
See, that's a lie. Orion engins are made in Japan.
{Y:I}Guilt Signal. The movie everyone's talking about...
That's another lie. We're not talking about it.
{Y:I}We're the United State's Post Office. We care...
Oh, that's the biggest wopper of all.
You know, sometimes onely tha chairman will do.
{Y:I}I get no kick from champain... (Frank Sinatrs - Kick out of you)
There's an advert I can't figure?
What's warmer, the weather, the watter... 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...
Cuz, you know, what I'm gonna say?
How do you start a conversation with the girl of your dreams, without coming of like a total dork?
Don's 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.
{Y:I} I get a kick out of youuuuuuuuuu.... (the same song)
Now there's a sing that's telling the truth, for a change.
Yeah, looks like a motel to me.
No, Frontiere... ever hear Fred Turned mister Oliver?
No sir.
Well, he was an historian.
About a hundert years ago, he came up with the theory about the Frontiere.
Said, the Frontiere was a... safty velve for civilization.
Place for people to go, to keep them from going mad.
So...
whanever were folks, who couldn't fit in with ways things were...
Nuts, malcontents, extremists...
Thay'd packed up and head for the Frontiere. So America got started.
All the crackpods and trouble makers in Europa,
packed up, and went to a Frontiere,
which became, The Thirteen Colonies...
When some people couldn't fit in with that, they moved further west.
Which is why all the nust eventually ended up in Califonia.
Turned died in 1942, so,
He wond around long enought to see what would happen to the World,
when we ran out of Frontiere.
Some people say, we had a Frontiere in the mind.
And they go off and explore the wonderfull world of alcohol, and drugs, but,
that's no Frontiere.
It's just another way for us to fool ourselves...
And we've created this phonyfrontiere with computers.
Which allows people to think thay've escaped...
Frontiere with acces fees...
What about Space? The final Frontiere?
Ah, Star Trek isn't Space. That's television.
Find fucken Frontiere, that is.
Besides, how many folks can just pack up, and go to Space?
Naa, the Frontiere is just here.
Interstate 60.
That's why I was put here.
Give people, who wanted a little different,
place to go.
Is that really true mister Cody?
If it isn't... it should be.
Excuse me... Excuse me...
Excuse my...
Can you help me out mister?
Will work for food, ehy?
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 widnshield for no apple.
Oh, excuse me. It doesn't say "might work for food",
it doesn't say "restricted menues", says "will work for food". This is food,
That's work.
What's the problem?
I ain't do'n 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 grate human tradition.
And if you'd been straight about it, I'd bought you some ???.
But by holding up that sign. You made an eymployment 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 fucken apple,
so I don't gotta wash that fucken car.
Here's what I think of your fucken 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! Wast the dam 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.
Onley... I'm not going out in a hospital.
It's dynamite.
Enought to take out everything in raydious 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.
{Y:I}Grabe your cote, and snatch your hat. Leave your worries on the door step.
{Y:I}Just direct your feet, to the sunny side fo 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 ciggaretts.
Package says they cause cancer, and they do.
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Nore, for one, for cigarettes, I don't know where I'd be today.
I used to be an andvertiser.
I got payed 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.
Long cancer.
Is now without its benefits.
I couldn't decide if he was for real, or bluffing.
Totally sain or compleately nuts.
Maybe the dynamite was fake, or the detonator was.
Or... maybe not.
As Grant would say, lots of answers, all of them resonable.
I did know that I liked it. That was for sure.
{Y:I}Sunny side of the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeet...... (Frank Sinatra - Sunny side of the street)
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 wark for me again.
You call that number.
It's mine direct line.
- Good luck with that girl. - Thank you sir.
The Museum of Art Fraude was onely three blocks away.
That Interstene 60 dynamic, was clearly a work again.
And my own curiosity was definitely picked.
Of, you must be Douglas.
Oh, thatk Booogness, I'm so glad to see you.
I didn't think you were comming. I mean, tha agency called to cancel.
I'm mrs James. The owner.
Hi mrs James...
And today we're veving the originals,and wright 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 origilan masterpieces in this room.
We're onely seeing, and purchase wishes never photografed.
Monet...Cezanne... Van Gogh... Renoir...
Degas...
Each is valude in the milions.
No less then Bill Gates mourn about the attempte 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 tha 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 gentelmen...
Welcome to our gallery of affordable reproductions...
It was my late husband's request, That none of his original masterpieces,
ever be photographed or reproduced in any book or cataloge.
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 hasitate...
to ask either one of us.
How long did it take you to do them?
How long?
I cnocked 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 craftsmanshift, perhaps a little slick. Lackes the artis sole.
Yeah, but I'm just an amature.
It's shamefull.
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 wont see it.
Well, you've heard it from the experts. You have no talent whot so ever.
Well, I've never been more flattered.
My late's husband desire.
Was that his masterpieces be owned by people, who'll enyou them.
Not trophry collectors.
Thus our sharade.
But do you know, an eight years I've jet to sell a painting.
Why don't you donate them to an art museum?
Oh, upon my death, clones of them will be donated.
Colones?
Oscar was an art collector, dealer.
Technical genius... and a practical joker, and welthy enough to engorge in his most outrageous wins.
He developed a proces where by, he could duplicate a painting, almost on a molecular level.
He would borrow a grate master from a musemum, and duplicate it, and often send back tha copy.
And he was never found out.
A Stary Night... the original.
The one in New York is a clone.
This Mone... tha art world thinks that the original is in Paris.
Unbelievable.
So there're all originals?
So what one do, with a collectin like this?
You tell everyone they're fakes.
And so, just befor he died, Oscar created this.
The museum of Art Froad.
The worlds grates art museum.
Masquerading as a cheap turist attraction.
Oh, my God... that's...
My husband... Oscar Warren James.
Of course.
I must say, I was feeling pretty dam good.
Hell I was felling inspired.
I wanted to deliver the package, and the I wanted to go out and paint.
And I wished I could go back in time, and inner 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 coolder.
Of course.
Eigh 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 my.
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 surved.
You're being sued by mr. J.J. Madisona, for your responsibility
in a hit and run kill of his pat cat Snickers, three weeks ago in front of the cort house.
But I've never been here before. I was in St.Louis three weeks ago.
Tell it to the judge.
I'm just proces servent.
Meanwhile I suggest you head to the town and hire yourselfe a lawyer...
You're gonna need one.
But first... park your car in that lat over there, by the lake,
you can get sued for poluting the air.
Hey Mr., I'm really good, checke it out Standford, class of 88.
So we become laddy, 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 onely name you need to remember. These other guys...
- I'm uninterester. - Valerie McCabe. Be of 91.
I've got special weights 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 a ??? in no time.
Wait. He never had a cat?
So why he's gonna sue somebody for it?
Because he can.
What?
Every adolt cicizen of Morlaw, is a lawyer.
So everybody sues everybody else. It doesn't matter who is to couse.
It's how we make sure, everybody makes a living of the profession.
Yeah, but that's insane.
I can sue you for that.
You just made a defamatory remark about this town.
Hey, don't look at my legs. I can sue you for that to.
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 dollars an hour. First haur is free.
Well, at least you know my case.
All right. You're hired.
Im sueing you Valerie...
For the sexual ??? or the ??? of the potential client on the public ???.
He onely hired you, because he found you sexually attractive.
Hurry. My office.
We can get ??? a dozen more law suits, just walking down the street.
This will be esential. Shouldn't make more then a cupple 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 Citylimit sign.
We'vw been trying to get knew one put up for five years now.
But we forgot a fund an environmantal impact report, and as metal in signpost,
Is a potentialy hazardous substance. We're in cort ovet that.
And another lawyer is chalanging senses figure on the sign.
And another lawyer said we had to do another land survey, to determin the exact city lymits, so,
we know precisely where to put the sign. So we brought an Surveyor.
But he got sued for smoking,
and wasn't enjoing for finishing the survey.
I say we're at least two yers, from a new sign.
And you chose to live here?
I wouldn't live anywhere else.
Every day is a new chalange.
A new president.
A new interpreting of the law.
It's an intellectual fest.
So if everyone who lives here is a lawyer,
How do you live?
I mean, who runs the grocery stoor... Who does your dry cleaning...
Who fixes the shitter, when it breaks?
Well, we all moonlight on a law related jobs. Police, bailifis, cort reporters...
But those other trivial things, you mentioned?
They're done by people like you. Awaiting trial.
It's the onely way thay 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 employmeny program. It'll help keep cost down.
So, tomorrow morning, when you get me their names and numbers, and I'll ??? them.
Well, even if thay could get here... Wouldn't they get sued too?
Of course.
But you'll identifie them, and their problems will fall on your sholders, which means more work for me.
I have thise phone numbers. Thay're in my car.
I'm gonna go get them. And I'm gonna make few calls, and be right back.
No you wont.
Fred... Mr. Oliver is a potential fugitive.
- Luck him up. - Luck 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, sweety. 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, that 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. Did o for a tunnel job.
I needed an answer, and my Eight ball was in the car.
Dammit.
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 aplication.
Robert Wilson Cody.
I'm... what you might call it an ex-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 onely 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. Oliverowi,
is not onely 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.
Whait a minute miss... your saying that this is a trumped-up charge...
And you're all in on it?
Immaterial.
The witness is ordered to ignor the question.
Well, I'm not going to ignore it, your honor.
If, what she says is true, that's a very seriouse matter.
Well, seriouse or not, it's immaterial to this hering.
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 anserting any more questions, untill 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.
Biliff, surgent.
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 toword me...
Gentelmen, just drop your guns.
Everyone else, stay seeted.
Judge... stick your finger up your nose.
I'm not kidding.
I'm terminately 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 doit 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 railrode job against Mr. Oliver?
Liers... Lawyest.
Mr. Oliver...
How do we teach these... liers a lesson?
Now, read it judge.
By these order,
all legal acctions, charges, fines and fees,
against any noncitizen of Morlaw,
in any matter pending befor any Morlaw cort,
I here by dismissed, and I declare an unconditional amnesty.
Thank you. Bailiff.
Make a few hundert copies of that, and post it all over town.
You know this is an interesting town... I tihnk 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 fucken meet you, Neal.
Man, I've been so fucked up in here, for so long,
I thought, I was never getting the fucke out.
Yo bitch! I want back my fucken cloths, you cocksucker's confisketed.
I shouldn the fucken wear'n this, I'm on leash no more.
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 fucken talk?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I mean, YES.
Yes.
You make Mike Tyson sound like an Oxford graduate.
What do you like fucken dissect me?
You like saying, that I never went to fucken school, something?
Yes... that's exactely what I'm saying...
Don't worry.
It's just an act.
Well, it sort of a test, see.
Guys are always so eger to score points on me thay 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 takled 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.
Did o.
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 didn't known, I just spend a year i jail waiting. Maybe I wouldn't.
The prince has to undergo tests and chalanges, 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 sympathetica test.
Do you cut your grapefruit in half or peal it?
My? I peal it.
Favorite 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.
Did o.
So, you actually wished for miester-right?
What can I say? I'm human. Humens have certain needs.
Like companionship.
And you. Did you wishe 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 fot the... you know...
Happily ever after part.
Not quite.
I still have a job to finishe. 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 dangerius, or what this thing says. I still want to go witn 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 promiss.
Eight Ball, I will come back for her, wont 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 aera.
Orders are to close the road.
What's this killer look like?
It's comming over the radio now.
{Y:I}The order suspect is white mail, last seen driving a read BMW convertible,
{Y:I}allong Interstate 60.
{Y:I}This vehicle has a white pains, splatteres on the trunk lid.
You best turn around son. It's not safe for you here.
It was ten miles before my hart rait was back in a double digits,
and I can think straight. Then I realised...
Eigth Ball, is Lynn in danger from this killer?
{Y:I}Cellular service, is not available in this area.
BMW suck. Jeepy rules.
Oh, shit... Oh shit...
Dam punks, and thair 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.
Get me my binolulars!
Eight Ball, am I the killer?
{Y:I}Latest reports, indicate the suspect is carying a murder weapon, in a square box, wrapped in broun paper.
{Y:I}Once again, suspect is carying a murder weapon 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?
Damm you!
Yes or No questions.
Think Neal. Be logical...
He called the cops...
So, which ever way they're going, I've got to go the oposite 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.
{Y:I}Sheriffs have police two ??? have closed up Interstate 60 in both directions
{Y:I}The attend of foxtail the suspect, who was last seen driving red BMW convertible,
{Y:I}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 lesat once in a infinited univers, 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 my selfe.
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 my selfe.
It's for my cousin.
Here his now.
Robin Fields.
One of my manny 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 couse you to... violate your blood outh?
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 valoable.
Now it has... stories to go with it.
Don't you want to know what's inside?
I did before, but...
doesn't really matter now... 'cause,
whatever it is... wont be as good as the stories.
Will see, 'cause 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 BMW?
Red's a grate color. Specially for a convertible.
You know, my BMW's suppose been a gerat sorce of enjoyment, 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.
Sun... 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 it self, to me and to who I am.
How would you like it, if I bought you an easel and a pain 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 sun?
No but's there.
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 tell that to the bank.
Well, I don't approve.
And it's time you face the truth about your art.
It's medium-ok, look...
Neal... grate news.
That piece, you entered in the Conrada 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 riped of.
And it's upside down.
I must be having Alcheimerc. I don't remember innering anything to Conrad Competition.
You've left it in motel.
I took the liberty of entering it for you.
Thank you, mister...
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 deja vu about you.
No, no, no. It's OK, I did to.
Gib time.
I just love this...
It's got soul... passion...
- I'm... - Lynn Linden.
Yeah, I know.
I'm with Denver publishing, we do.. prints, posters, and art books.
Well, it's maybe a little ??? of me, but would you consider doing a serious of motels, caffees
gas stations... on his 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 grate future ahead of him.
They both do.
Say... you have a birthday comming up, don't you?
Well, how do you know that?
Don't forget to make the wish.
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