Come in, John.
- Have a seat. - Thank you, sir.
John, does the name Huey Walker mean anything to you?
Too young to remember.
Huey Walker was a major figure in the protest movement of the '60s.
He had a big mouth. He stirred up a lot of trouble.
Things got too hot, Walker went underground.
He resurfaced yesterday in the city.
We got an anonymous phone tip and picked him up on an outstanding warrant.
- What's the charge? - Something Walker did in 1969
in Spokane, Washington.
"Malicious mischief with intent to do bodily harm
to the vice president of the United States."
He tried to kill Spiro Agnew, sir?
No, not exactly. It's all here in the file.
Sir, do you really think that we can make this charge stick?
- After all, it's been 20 years. - The malicious mischief charge is bullshit,
but flight from prosecution carries a sentence of 15 to life.
If you don't mind me asking, why are we taking such an interest in this?
A hippie radical gets busted. It seems so routine.
Walker was arrested by FBI agents.
He escaped. Made the Bureau look pretty foolish.
John, we don't like to look foolish.
No, sir.
Have the son of a bitch in Spokane by tomorrow morning.
Yes, sir.
Number seven.
Rise and shine, Huey.
This is Special Agent Buckner. He's taking you to Spokane.
Oh, come back when you're serious.
This kid doesn't look old enough to cross the fucking street.
Get him down.
Listen, have you guys ever thought about brightening this place up?
Man, like, you know, it's like Dracula's castle in there, man.
You know, look. A few plants, some flowers.
You know, you'd attract a better class of criminal.
And if I may say one other thing, the room service sucks,
and so do some of the customers.
Oh, my god.
I'm ticklish.
That's cold, man. That's cold!
You're not going to need that.
You want to know why, Mr. Walker?
Because from here to Spokane, you and I are joined at the hip.
You do what I tell you, when I tell you.
You don't even take a piss without me watching.
If you try to escape, I'm authorized to stop you any way I see fit.
- Do I make myself clear? - Oh, don't worry, kid.
I ain't gonna give you no excuse to blow me away.
That's a relief.
Do you want to watch me piss now?
That's nice.
Over there.
How do you rate so high?
- Did you say something? - I said, how did you beat out
all the other junior G-men for this big honor?
I guess I got lucky.
Yeah.
I thought we were going to the airport.
Spokane's fogged in. We're catching the train.
Yeah? Oh, I like trains.
I know. I read your report.
You leave on track eight in ten minutes.
There's a two-hour stopover just outside Portland in Marsden, Oregon.
- In Marsden? - Call us when you get there.
- Phil, I know the procedure. - Local authorities will meet the train.
That way you can park laughing boy in the local jail, catch some z's.
The final leg of the trip puts you in Spokane by noon tomorrow.
- Great. - Okay, well, I guess that's it.
Unless you want to dig up a federal marshal to go along with you.
I'd watch out if I were you. He looks very dangerous.
Yeah, I know.
Come on, get up. Show's over.
You know, your partner, pulling his glasses down like that?
Drug use. Urine analysis.
- Surprise him. - I'll get right on it.
Train number 14, the Pacific Rim, now boarding at track eight.
FBI.
Thank you.
I'm a federal agent, and this man is my prisoner.
Soul brother, I am just like you, a prisoner of the system, man.
Prisoner of the system, man.
Sit down.
Soul brother. Jesus Christ.
Make yourself at home, Buckner.
Take your cannon off, man.
Kick back, man, chill out.
- Give me your hands. - What?
Your hands. Give me your hands.
Oh, thanks, Buckner.
- Great, man. Thanks. - No problem.
That is cold, man. What if the train derails?
What if we plunge into a river?
You drown.
Know thy enemy.
Fuck, man! I can't fucking take it anymore!
I've had it, man. I ain't been this fucking quiet in my life!
I need women! I need drugs! I need drink!
I need something, man. Fuck! This is fucking nuts!
I can't get a word in vertical. Holy shit.
It's been a fucking hour of silence here. Man!
Oh, I've been reading the newspaper though, however. How about this?
Reagan is writing a book on his eight years in Washington.
How do you explain his sudden interest in politics?
That's a cheap shot. He's done a great deal for this country.
- Well, name one thing. - He turned the economy around.
Yeah. Now we got two classes:
the truly needy and the truly greedy.
- Very funny. - I don't think so.
We got poor people living in the street, man.
And the rich, they're living at the Betty Ford Center.
Why don't you go back and read your paper, okay?
Whatever you say, Warden, you know?
"Mandatory AIDS testing for all government employees."
I guess that means you, Buckner.
I wouldn't worry. You look like a practitioner of safe sex.
As a matter of fact, you look like a practitioner of no sex.
Which reminds me, did you know that condoms,
- they got serial numbers on them. - No, I didn't.
That's probably because you never had to roll them down that far.
You missed your calling in life, Huey.
You should have been a comedian.
Let me ask you something, man.
When you're not escorting depraved criminals to justice,
what do you do for fun, man, you know?
For fun? Well, I don't have a lot of time for fun.
Besides, what you call fun, I would probably call irresponsible, so...
How old are you... 24, 25?
Twenty-six.
Twenty-six and entered middle age.
Shit, kid, how do you know what you want until you looked around?
You know, when I was your age... Hell, I was even younger than you...
Is this going to be a long story?
I bought a secondhand Indian.
I rode clear across the country, man.
An Indian, Buckner. That's a motorcycle.
- I know what an Indian is. - Yeah?
America was really something back then.
That's back before the interstates came and killed her personality.
You know, sometimes I think she's still out there sleeping,
hiding behind those Pizza Huts and 7-Elevens.
Now, I'm talking about people and places, Buckner.
I'm talking about the human highway, man.
- You should write a book. - Oh, yeah?
- And if I did, would you buy it? - No. The '60s are over, Huey.
Times have changed. They've passed you by.
We can't all be flower children for the rest of our lives, you know.
We don't have to be in such an all-fired hurry to grow up either.
We could have a little fun first. You're young, Buckner.
Yeah, and you're old, so why don't you do me a favor?
Start acting your age and leave me alone, okay?
You know what your problem is?
What?
You like me, but you won't admit it.
Let me tell you something, Mr. Walker.
When you were riding around on your Indian
and wiping your ass with the flag, my father was in Vietnam.
He fought there. He died there too.
So don't tell me I like you 'cause I hate your fucking guts.
I'm sorry about your dad, Buckner.
The '60s were a weird time, man.
Yeah, I wiped my ass with the flag.
I did. It gave me a rash.
- What is that? - It's my watch.
It's time to take my vitamins.
Does it tell you when to take a piss too?
- You don't quit, do you? - Rust never sleeps.
Hey, you know me? Huey Walker from the '60s.
- Remember? - Cut it out. Come on.
Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
I haven't been gone that long. The guy must be a foreigner.
Huey Walker, a rebel without applause.
Oh, that's good, Buckner. In fact, it's clever.
You know, you may have a sense of humor after all.
Thank you.
Don't look now, but I think that chick is hot for your bod.
Who?
The redhead right over there.
Looks like she was shot in the back by a pair of cruise missiles.
- Listen, Walker... - What happened to "Huey"?
Now let's get this straight. I'm not your baby-sitter.
I'm not your buddy. I'm taking you back to jail.
If you don't behave, I got to drag you back to the compartment,
and I'm gonna handcuff you to a toilet, you understand me?
Well, heil Hitler.
Listen, Buckner, since Uncle Sam is picking up the tab,
you know, why don't we do this up big?
- Start with a few cocktails. - I don't drink.
Neither do you.
Think of it as a condemned man's last request.
Because after tonight, I'm a convict, I'm a number.
I'm going to a place that's so exclusive,
you've got to be recommended by a judge to get in.
I'm about to become a permanent resident of the Twilight Zone.
Is any of this getting to you, Buckner?
What do you think?
I think if I was a fly, you'd pull my wings off.
- That's funny. - What happened?
When you were a baby, did a hippie drop you on your head or what?
Good evening, gentlemen. What can I bring you?
How about a hacksaw? Only kidding.
I'll have a steak, burn it. Onion rings, chocolate shake.
Bottle of vodka on the side... No, just a chocolate shake.
I'm behaving, I'm behaving.
I'll have the grilled fish. No salt. No oil.
I'd like a mineral water and a plain green salad with no salad dressing.
- That's it. Thanks. - Thank you.
I brought my own salad dressing.
I, unlike some people I know, care about what I put into my body.
I never said a word.
Good.
- Checkmate. - Damn. That's two in a row.
Three times. You take way too many risks.
Well, somebody has to. You don't take any.
Maybe that's why I win.
Did you ever think that maybe I'm just setting you up for the kill?
You ready for another game?
- What time is it? - Why? You got a date?
- 9:30. - Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. It should be kicking in by now.
- What'd you say? - Oh, I'm just thinking out loud.
You said, "It should be kicking in by now."
- Oh, did I? - What should be kicking in by now?
It's a surprise. It's something to make the time go faster.
I don't like surprises. I want to know what you're talking about now.
Well, if you must know...
You know, during dinner...
Well, I kind of...
- I went and... - Went and what?
I went and... slipped some acid in your mineral water. It's your move.
- What did you say? - I said, it's your move.
No, before that. "Acid in my mineral water."
Oh, yeah. Acid. LSD.
I scored back in the slam, man. Don't you worry.
I'm not gonna let you trip alone. I dropped a couple of tabs myself.
Are you okay, man?
Yeah, that's a good one, Huey.
You almost had me going.
Now for my opening gambit, I am going to destroy you.
Praying will not help. First...
- What did you do to the board? - What's the matter?
What'd you do?
We've been playing for the last half hour,
and your queen's about ready to bite the big one.
- We haven't even started. - Bullshit, man.
- Okay, how'd you do that? - Oh, I get it.
You can't stand to lose, so you're gonna blame it on the acid.
- There isn't any acid! - Oh, no?
How come... Oh, yeah.
How come everything is starting to look so weird?
You son of a bitch!
- Stop it. - Go with the flow, Buckner.
Don't end up on a bummer.
I swear, if you slipped something in my drink, I'm gonna kill you!
- God, what's happening to me. - You're tripping, man.
It's gonna be great. You're gonna do shit you never dreamed of.
Don't freak out, Buckner. You'll wake up to a murder rap.
- No court would convict me. - Gentlemen, you can't fight in here.
This is an emergency. Get me a doctor.
- Get me one too. - FBI! Move it!
God, no!
- Okay, I can beat this. - Oh, yeah. I'm with you, kid.
We'll ride this out together.
- I'm gonna break your neck. - Oh, no, no, no.
Okay, so I miscalculated, all right?
Some people can handle this, and some people can't.
- I need coffee. - Oh, no!
That's the worst thing you can take. You need a downer.
- Like what? - Like tequila with a beer chaser.
- You better be right. - Oh, yeah.
Young man's gone stark raving mad.
- There you go. All right. - I couldn't find a doctor,
but this young lady says she's a nurse.
- What's going on here? - That's for you, my man.
I am Sparkle. What is problem?
My buddy here, he took a hit of acid
- and he's having a bad trip. - I didn't take it.
This asshole slipped it to me in my mineral water.
- Are you really a nurse? - I have magical healing hands.
And one time, I saved man's life by giving him mouth to mouth.
You pass up this opportunity, you're a bigger idiot than I...
Shut up.
All I want to know...
is if drinking this crap is gonna make me feel better.
In my professional opinion, go for it.
All right! You heard the nurse.
Down the hatch, my man.
Buckner, till the worm comes out your nose.
- Don't do nothing at all - He is cute, isn't he?
- Yeah. - Just ask Alice
I think we're here.
- When she's ten feet tall - Oh, god!
- And you go chasing rabbits - All right, Buck, baby!
- Bucky, boy! - In the bunk, Buck!
- To the bunk, boy! - He's wild boy.
- Animal. - Oh, my god.
- Sparkle? - Yeah.
How about you and me talking a little business?
What you think? I am hooker?
Who isn't, baby?
Pays the bills. Besides, I like working train.
Is... educational.
I come to this country, expand my horizons.
That's great. Listen, how about expanding my buddy's horizons?
Him? Him I almost do for free.
Almost.
- Okay? - Yeah.
All I want are his clothes. Okay?
Whatever floats your boat, baby.
Sic him, Sparkle.
Okay, now! Hey, baby.
Yes, Mr. Buckner. You are in for a big treat, baby.
Wake up. You'll have fun with me.
- Hey, Huey. - I'm sorry.
I'll get out of your way.
You are macho man.
You are macho.
You drive me crazy.
We don't need no stinking badges, no.
Not to be with Sparkle.
I am crazy about you.
Watch this.
Yeah. Here we go!
You know who you look like?
You look like me.
- Thanks for a great night. - Anytime, pal.
Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Time to get you ready for the ball.
Okay, look alive. Here they come.
- He looks like a drunk. - Yeah.
Thank you, my good man.
John Buckner, FBI.
Excuse me. Vitamin time.
- Care for a C? - No, thanks very much.
- I didn't catch your name, Officer. - Sheriff Hightower.
Oh, soon to be Congressman Hightower, I see.
- What happened to this man? - Actually, he fell down.
I've had a few fall down on me too.
Well, accidents can happen.
- What's he charged with? - Army deserter.
- Move him out. - All right, Dave.
Hey, Studie. You got a new roommate.
Army deserter.
The train to Spokane is in two hours. We have a cot back there in a room.
You want to lay down for a while?
- Sheriff, the FBI never sleeps. - Is that right?
I'm all keyed up. I want to go out for a walk,
get the smell of that punk right off my clothes.
That's a good idea. I'm afraid there's not much to see around here.
It's this way out?
Yeah, just out the door, down the stairs.
Lucky break.
Look, you're either the cutoff man or you're the backup man.
If the ball goes through, you become the cutoff...
What difference did it make? The score was 30 to 1, man.
- We surprised them. - They didn't expect us to score once.
- Those cocky young bastards. - Oh, they beat us good.
- College boys. - Barry, they were in their 30s.
Nobody has a bad ass anymore.
- They have machines now, Hal. - I feel like somebody's grandfather.
See, they've got leg curl machines and the butt tuck machines.
We didn't have machines. We smoked pipes and laid on the floor.
By the time they had those machines, we had no tone left.
Now they've got tone in the womb.
Why did you... Why did we want to come here?
- Because we loved this place. - But this is not working.
It's not the same place anymore. They put all this post-modern...
I can't stand this disco noise. I'm gonna go play real music.
They took the peanut shells off the floor.
Where's the moose head? Do you remember the moose head?
Wishbones on the antlers.
See, this used to be a bar. It was a bar.
You go there to drink. It's not an alcohol boutique.
What'd you put on?
I couldn't figure out how to work the jukebox.
It's digital. It's not funny, man.
There is nothing on there you ever heard of.
- "Born to be Wild". Selection 1-1-9. - It's gone. They're all gone.
- Those soulless bastards. - That was our anthem, man.
Get your motor running
They wiped the whole decade. The '60s.
They stole it. You know what's on there now?
Selection 1-1-9 is something called "Inks".
- What does that mean, I-N-X-S? - What does any of this mean?
Seymour.
Yeah, I know what time it is. It's freedom time.
It's Huey. It's Huey Walker. I escaped from the feds.
You told me, if I got myself in the news, you'd publish my book, babe.
What do you mean, my arrest...
My arrest made three lines on the 20th page?
That's practically the back page.
It is the back page? Shit. Listen, don't panic.
Wait till they find out how I escaped from the feds.
What do you mean, it won't matter?
Listen, man, what do I have to do, die, before you publish me?
This is my life we're talking about. That book... that book's gonna...
Bullshit. I'll show you that I'm not forgotten.
Hello? Hello?
Goddamn.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel.
You're a beauty. You're priceless.
Hey, mind if I join you?
I am John Buckner, Federal Bureau of Investigation.
- I'm Hal. This is Barry. - Tell me, John...
Is it John? Tell me, John, what is the FBI doing here in Marsden?
Are you investigating terrorist apricot growers?
I am taking a prisoner to trial.
A guy sitting across the street there in your jail.
Name of... Walker.
Excuse me, did you say... Did you say Huey Walker?
- Oh, you've heard of him? - Are you kidding?
- He's here in Marsden? - He's across the street!
This guy was a maniac. He was a world-class psycho freak.
Come on, you remember why he got famous, don't you?
No, I'm a little hazy on the subject.
He's hazy. Where were you in the '60s?
On Tau Ceti or something? I will refresh your memory.
Huey had picked up on the grapevine that our illustrious vice president
Spiro T. Agnew
was making a whistle stop tour all over the western states.
Oh, Spiro Agnew. They don't make Americans like that anymore.
John, I like you. You've got a sense of humor.
- So, Spokane. They're in Spokane. - Spokane, Washington.
- And there's a big crowd. - Ten thousand, easy.
And Agnew's out on the back of the train on a balcony.
And the idea is, see, he finishes his speech,
and the train pulls out of the station.
Oh, very dramatic, you know.
Agnew rides off into the sunset while the multitudes cheer, right?
Except this time, the train pulls out...
And they leave Agnew's car behind.
And Agnew is standing there saying, "Good-bye, good-bye."
And the dumbshit's not going anywhere.
Meanwhile, the rest of the train is halfway to fucking Montana.
He was livid. He just blew it in front of 10,000 people.
And Huey jumps up and says, "I did it.
It was me. I disconnected the train."
- I tell you, it was... - Genius.
Pure genius.
So, what is he under arrest for now?
Oh, disconnecting Agnew's train car.
They're putting him away for that now?
- No, come on, no. - That's right, Ace.
This is one American that hopes they throw away the key.
Now what did he ever do to you?
What did he do to my country? I'm a patriot.
Huey Walker, a subversive, a revolutionary.
His kind took this country down on its knees during the '60s.
- He's talking about Huey. - Did I say something wrong?
We loved Huey Walker, man.
You were kids.
Kids do dumb things. Look at you now.
You're all grown up. Now you've joined the system.
Wait. Who said anything about us joining the system?
Sorry, guys. It takes more than going to your local video store
and renting Easy Rider to be a rebel.
- I happen to own Easy Rider. - Wait a second here.
Mister, you know, maybe we don't look like revolutionaries,
but it does not mean that we sold out.
And to prove it, we...
We are going to do something to help Huey.
- I happen to be a lawyer. - A real estate lawyer.
- I happen to be a lawyer. - What, will you do his escrow?
Don't kid yourselves. You're responsible citizens now.
Don't jeopardize your comfortable lifestyles for some old hippie.
Get in your BMW, drive to your homes,
your wives, your children, your hot tubs,
your wide-screen TVs.
Screw Huey Walker.
Let them flush him down the toilet of history.
- Who gives a shit? - We do, John. We do.
And we don't have to sit here and be insulted by some fascist.
- You okay? - I'm all right.
What makes you think that I'm a fascist?
Come on, come on, Barry. Let's just get out of here.
Yeah, right, Hal, because this place is starting to smell like pig.
Forgotten?
Oh, shit. I'm on the wrong side.
- Don't you fucking talk to me. - Where's Huey?
Listen to me, asshole.
I spent two years in 'Nam, and you ain't fit to lick my boots,
you fucking faggot deserter!
Get me the fuck out of here!
Studie, you're not hurting this boy, are you?
You call yourself a cop?
What did you say? All right, open it up.
Studie, back off. Studie.
My name is John Buckner. I'm an F...
"You call yourself a cop."
Is that what you said to me? I mean, I didn't hear you.
You're a disgrace.
All right, stand him up.
I'm just going to have to teach you to respect the law.
Hey, Rand, FBI's on the phone.
They want to know why their agent hasn't checked in yet.
Shit. All right, tell them I'm coming.
Okay, just watch my coat, and don't let him pass out.
Yeah.
Yeah, this is Hightower.
Ah, Agent Prager, good evening. How are you?
Good. Yes, indeed. They arrived about an hour ago.
No, I have no idea why he didn't call you.
He just stepped out to get some air.
Paperwork? Yeah, right, yeah, just a minute.
Forty-nine.
Forty...
Oh, god.
- We got him. - We'll show this storm trooper,
what we're willing to do for Huey Walker.
Agent Buckner, you see before you a recalcitrant man.
I deeply apologize for the misunderstanding back there.
Sheriff, are you in the habit of violating your prisoners' rights?
They told us you were an army deserter.
Oh, so if I was an army deserter, that would've justified your actions?
Let me tell you something.
I'll feel sorry for this state if you were ever elected to Congress.
Look!
There's nothing I can do.
All I can do is apologize to you and hope that you accept it.
You have more to worry about than a bloody nose and some dented pride.
- I beg your pardon? - Well...
You lost your prisoner. I did not.
You'll need my help to get him back. So, how does this sound?
You work with me. I mean, forget the cell and all that...
and I'll work with you.
My only concern right now
is to get Huey Walker back in custody.
After that is done,
we will then deal with what took place in your cell.
So, where do we start?
I think we should start by cleaning your face.
You're a bit of a mess. Look, I'll put out an alert.
The bathroom is right down there, out the door to the right.
If you need anything, a towel, just ask one of the deputies.
Thank you.
Well, what do you think, Rand?
I think that little shit's gonna hang me out to dry.
Yeah? Barney, what is it?
Yeah, get Buckner back in here right now.
What? Who? Yeah.
Yeah, put him on.
Yeah, this is Sheriff Hightower. What's on your mind?
Oh, what?
- What is it? - Would you hold on, please?
I have someone here who calls themselves the '60s Liberation Army.
- What? - And they claim to be holding
FBI agent John Buckner hostage.
- They want to trade him for Walker. - Trade him? Give me the phone.
See if you can tape this.
Hello.
Calm down. Calm down there.
No. Absolutely, we need to make the exchange.
No, John Buckner is one of our most important agents.
Absolutely.
- I know the bridge. Adams Road. - How do you know that?
You have my word.
I can't wait to get my hands on that son of a bitch.
Yes! Yes!
Let's go to work.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Disguise your voice. - Why?
So he doesn't recognize us from the bar.
Good!
Watch your head.
- Shit, that hurt. - Sorry.
We're gonna exchange you for Huey Walker.
I can't believe this.
I've been abducted by the Vienna Boys Choir.
We are desperate men.
Well, you sound more like desperate women.
Don't push it, buddy.
Look, I'm gonna save you guys a lot of trouble, all right?
You don't have to exchange me for Huey Walker. I am Huey Walker.
I shaved my beard, I cut my hair, all right,
so I'd look a little more like an FBI agent, right?
If you don't believe me, check my wallet.
It belongs to the real agent, all right?
But you don't have a wallet.
- Well, then you lost it. - No, no, no. Nice try.
- This is all there was. - Don't play with that.
Screw the wallet. Why would I make up that story if I'm not Huey Walker?
- They really train these guys well. - Very well.
I am Huey Walker, you assholes!
And you are about to hand me over to the enemy!
- It's time. I'm gonna go get the car. - You get the car.
All right, hold it. I lied, all right?
I am an FBI agent, and you two guys are going to be doing the hot squats,
if you don't release me...
I'm gonna need a gun and some handcuffs.
Well, here. Take mine.
Better keep drinking. If we sober up, we'll never go through with this.
Hal, how do I keep drinking when there's nothing in the bottle?
- Hal? You called me Hal! - What?
Now he knows my name, Barry!
This is Hightower. Everybody hold your position until I give the signal.
Well, I will say one thing: they're punctual.
All right, get ready.
Okay, we're here. We're here. It's us.
All right, you start your man walking, and I'll start mine.
All right, let's go.
Get back here, bastard, or I'll blow your nuts off!
I'm walking. I'm walking. I'm walking now. I'm walking.
Okay, I'm walking. Oh, I'm walking now.
That doesn't look like Huey Walker.
Does look a little young.
Barry, I want to go home now.
Wait a minute! Hold it!
- Merry Christmas. - You look good yourself, Buckner.
- I'd watch it. I have a gun. - And I came unarmed.
Look, you wait here. I'll go and find one.
If I'm not back in an hour, start without me.
- That's funny. - Thank you.
Why don't you shut up and assume the position.
Which one did you have in mind?
I'm just tired enough to shoot you for the hell of it. Move.
You think you're tired? You have no idea the night that I'm having.
I got kidnapped by the Abbott and Costello of the "me" generation.
- Sounds really rough. - Way to go, Buckner.
Hell of a job. I think we should get the Ghost of Christmas Past here
back to town, and then I'm gonna call the media.
Come on. You wouldn't begrudge me a little free publicity, would you?
A capture like this could put my election in the bag.
We're not going back to town. Three of us are driving to Spokane.
I'm gonna put him away, then I'll bring you up on charges.
I don't know what it was, but I had a feeling about you.
It was an instinct.
That's why I gave you a gun with an empty clip in it.
Go ahead. Try it. You want to check it, pull the trigger.
Yeah. Come on. See, I might have to bring you up on charges.
That is, if you don't get yourself killed between here and town.
- Oh, smooth move, Buckner. - Shut the fuck up.
Now we're all gonna walk very slowly back to the car.
Can you swim?
- Not like this. No way. - You better learn.
Goddamn it! Goddamn it!
- Motherfucking goddamn... - Do you see them?
What the... Now every... Jesus!
Where were all these guys when I needed them?
There's 12 fucking guns here, and nobody's shooting!
Half of you men cover this bank and the rest come with me.
Walker and Buckner are working together.
So if you see them, shoot to kill. You hear me?
- Shoot to kill! - Let's go.
Oh, my god!
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
- I can't believe this. - Me either. I could've drowned.
I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Hightower.
- He tried to kill us. - Oh, no shit, Sherlock.
I mean, you threatened to cut his balls off.
What do you expect him to do, hand you the knife?
He's a law officer. He was gonna commit murder.
I'm telling you, with a guy like Hightower, you got to cut a deal,
and then you come to an understanding,
and then you screw him.
And you don't just say, I'm gonna file charges against you.
Not unless you've got a major fucking death wish. Oh, god.
If I find a phone, contact my people, I can get us out of this mess.
Get real, man! Where are you going to find a phone?
I'll find one. Get up!
If it hadn't been for you, Buckner, I'd be in a warm cell right now.
Yeah, being beaten by a nice warm rubber hose.
Anything would be better than this. Oh, my god!
Could we just stop, man, and light a fire? God!
How?
Who do I look like, Grizzly Adams to you?
I don't know jack shit about wilderness survival, man.
All I know is I got no feeling in my toes, all right?
And my dick has turned into an icicle.
Oh, and the sooner I escape from you, the better, man.
- Oh, god. - Let me tell you something.
The first time you escaped from me was sheer luck.
- It won't happen again. - Sheer luck? That's what you think?
Well, let me tell you something. Luck never entered the picture.
Do you know something? Who do you think made the phone call,
that got me busted in the first place?
It was an anonymous phone call. You know that.
Oh, yeah, but I made that phone call. I got myself busted.
Oh, yeah? Why would you do that?
Because I had escaped the first time, 20 years before.
I didn't see any reason why I couldn't do it again.
And if I hadn't have run into those two dingdongs in that bar...
Give me a break. This is just some more of your bullshit.
Nobody would get themselves captured so they could escape again.
Oh, yeah, he might,
if he wanted to drum up publicity for his book.
What book? What book?
The one I've been working on for the past 20 years.
It's sort of an autobiography.
Wait. Are you telling me you went out and ruined my life,
so you could get your stupid book published?
That stupid book is all I have to show for the last 20 years.
- I've lived like a hunted animal. - They flushed my head down a toilet.
Oh, yeah, well, blame me for everything.
I can't believe you. So now you'll probably tell me,
that you didn't put any acid in my mineral water or any of that stuff.
As a matter of fact, I didn't. There never was any acid.
- I wouldn't slip acid to an enemy. - You're a liar.
The things you did, you had trapped inside you.
I just provided you with an excuse to let them out.
Okay, explain to me one thing.
What about my watch, the chess pieces?
Oh, that was so easy. It's like...
It was simple misdirection and sleight of hand.
Let me give you an example, all right?
You see this?
I got you, Buckner! I got you this time!
- How the... - How? I spent a couple summers
traveling with a Mexican carnival.
You can't hang around the carny without picking up a few tricks.
- I'll see you later, amigo. - Get me out of this.
Buckner, word of honor. If I ever find civilization,
I will send back a rescue party for you, dude.
- Adios, amigo. - Walker!
Bon voyage!
You need me to survive! You'll never get out of here alive!
I grew up here!
Well, if it isn't Trailblazer Huey.
Did you say something about growing up around here?
Yeah, I did. What you gonna do about it?
Well, you know, I'm no monster.
I just can't let a guy freeze to death out here.
I'll tell you what. I'll give you this key, all right,
if you promise to lead me down the mountain.
- What's the catch? - Well, since I'm saving your life,
when we reach the bottom, you let me go free.
- No deal. - Goddamn it, Buckner!
I'm calling the shots here!
I walk away from this, you're a dead man.
If you walk away from me, you're a dead man.
You'll never make it out there by yourself.
Go on, leave. Go. What you waiting for?
- I don't see your feet nailed down. - You'd rather die than make a deal.
- That's right. - Then die, man. What do I care?
All right!
- Okay, put these on. - No, we'll just call it a draw.
We'll just call it a draw. Don't try to put those on me,
- or I'll split your head open. - You ain't got the guts.
Just try me.
Yeah, you're probably right. You'd just throw your back out
and I'd have to carry you down the goddamn mountain.
Yeah? Well, get going.
I wouldn't stand there too long. You're standing in poison sumac.
Nice try, Buckner. Just start walking, all right?
You didn't expect me to fall for that old gag, did you?
Oh, no. You're way too smart for me.
Yeah. Even if it was poison sumac, which it wasn't,
- nobody ever died from that. - No.
- They just wished they were dead. - Keep walking.
I just had a little itch, that's all. It's gone now.
It's gonna get worse.
Goddamn it, Buckner!
Why didn't you tell me that I was standing in poison sumac?
I did. And you better do something about it, or otherwise it'll go way out of control.
Oh, you gonna tell me there's a drugstore around here somewhere?
No, but I know a natural cure.
Well, I don't need a natural cure, okay? I'm fine.
It's just a matter of mind control.
- Keep walking. - Okay.
Okay, are you gonna tell me or what?
Tell you what?
About your goddamn natural cure.
Nah, you wouldn't believe me.
Tell me.
- It's mud. - Mud?
Fresh creek mud.
You are right. I don't believe you.
Fresh creek mud? How dumb do you think I am?
This better work.
- Okay, get down on one knee. - Yeah?
Put your hand over your heart.
Put the other hand in the air...
and sing "Mammy".
I can't believe you fell for it! You're such a jerk!
You tricked me!
How's it feel?
Let's go.
Open the door for these gentlemen.
Thank you.
Mr. Stark, welcome to Marsden. I'm Sheriff Hightower.
- How was the trip? - Where's Buckner?
Well, I'm afraid I have a little bad news.
- Something happen to him? - Yes, well, you might say that.
A few hours ago, he helped Huey Walker escape into the mountains.
- What? - He said he helped Huey Walker...
I heard what he said, Prager. I just don't believe it.
Yeah, well, it's hard to believe, but it happens to be the truth.
What can I say?
All right.
Okay. That's it. I'm not walking another step.
Keep going. We're almost there.
You keep saying that.
Oh, god. Feel that. Does that feel good?
I never thought I'd ever see the damn sun again.
Is that beautiful?
Keep moving, Huey. We're almost home.
Home?
- You grew up here? - Yep.
But this is an old hippie commune, man.
My parents and their friends built this place back in '60s.
Wait a minute. Didn't you tell me that your father died?
- I lied. - You lied?
I lied.
My dad made this.
He was a college dropout.
He used to wear love beads and granny glasses.
He used to grow pot up on the back hill.
My mother?
She used to bake bread, spun silk from a wooden loom.
In the evenings, when the family would get together around that bonfire,
we used to sing songs.
All kinds of songs.
I don't know.
I guess, like a lot of kids, I...
just wanted to be the opposite of what my parents stood for.
I ran away, changed my name, created the past that I wanted.
I fabricated a middle-class upbringing that even I believed.
I thought I was a rebel.
I should've taken lessons from you.
Yeah.
You said you changed your name?
Free!
Free?
Maggie?
- Is that really you? - It's really me.
Gee, I'm doing all the work here. How about hugging back?
Free. You son of a bitch.
You know, you've got your father's eyes...
strong and clear, good and kind.
I'm glad to see you, and I'm mad as hell at you!
You never even wrote me, not one letter.
I didn't think anybody was here. I heard everybody left.
You know me. I'm too stubborn to let go.
I'll get back to you later. Introduce me to your friend here.
- He's not my friend. He's... - Huey Walker.
- You know me? - Know you?
You think I spent the '60s in a coma? Of course I know you.
You're a hero to the people that lived here.
I guess you neglected to mention that, Free.
Don't call me Free.
I would be thrilled to shake your hand, Mr. Huey Walker.
Why is he wearing these?
Why don't you tell her, Free?
- I told you not to call me that. - Okay. I'll tell her.
You know how some kids, they run away from home, they join the circus?
This little piggy ran all the way to Washington, DC
and he joined the FBI.
That's a joke, right?
I always knew that you would turn out bad, but not this bad.
The FBI?
I guess that's better than the Klan or the CIA, right?
I didn't come here to justify myself. I need to borrow your phone.
I have to make arrangements to get this guy picked up and taken back to Spokane.
There's a sheriff out there who'd like to see both of us in a shallow grave.
Please.
By all means, let's run inside before we freeze our balls off.
- Move. - Hey.
Please come in and make yourselves at home.
I'm gonna slip into something a little less comfortable.
Well, don't do it on my account.
Where's the goddamn phone?
Don't worry about it. Warm up.
God, this feels better than sex, man.
So, Huey, what'd they arrest you for?
Creative railroading.
- You mean Agnew's train? - Yeah, that's right.
You're kidding me? After all this time
they're gonna put you away for that immature stunt?
"Immature stunt"?
That was my moment of transcendent glory.
That was my ultimate act of civil disobedience.
Sorry. I thought it was dumb.
How can you say that? That's the one thing I'm remembered for.
God, I hope you don't really think that.
I hope you know you're remembered for the things you said.
All I ever did was pull some stunts against the establishment
and say some crazy stuff that kept my name in the news.
- That's all. - You are so wrong.
You had a special gift.
You set our minds on fire.
- Free heard you. - Yeah.
You made us understand that if we really cared individually,
each of us could make a difference.
But collectively, we could change the world.
I remember when you spoke.
You made me feel like you were speaking directly to me.
Is that true?
I could listen to this all day.
Look, I hate to break up your love affair here.
Maggie, you're all wrong.
He's an escaped felon. He's not a hero.
And he's going back to jail.
Would you please tell me where your phone is?
The only thing you should be doing with a phone, doll, is calling your parents.
- When's the last time you spoke to them? - I don't remember.
You probably don't even know where they are, right?
Carmel. I am an FBI agent.
Monterey. Not a very good one.
They moved there last summer to open up a health food store.
Come on in, boys.
- Move. - I'm coming with you.
He hurts me when I'm alone with him.
I don't know whether I've died and gone to hippie heaven or hippie hell.
Cool, man.
Free, remember the old road hog?
We drove that thing from here to Woodstock.
- You went to Woodstock? - I was five years old.
- I never got to Woodstock. - Heads up, Free!
It's my Frisbee.
Hey, Huey.
Abbie, Janis, Hendrix, Lenny, Che, Morrison, Malcolm...
What do you got to do, die to be on this wall?
Not exactly.
Was I ever that young?
I painted that back in 1969.
Like I said, you were always my hero.
I recognize the flag.
Maggie, the phone please.
Look, Free, this guy changed your parents' life.
If they knew what you were trying to do to him, they...
They'd be ashamed. Great.
That's the exact same way I feel about them. So, please.
Your parents are wonderful people.
My parents were an embarrassment.
They love you, Free.
You don't know what you're talking about, okay?
Do you remember when that lady came here from the school board
and told me I had to attend public school?
Did you guys ever think what it might be like
for a hippie kid in a world of normal kids?
They laughed at me... my clothes, the way I talked.
I wanted to drink Cokes, not carrot juice.
I wanted to eat burgers, not alfalfa sprouts.
I wanted to watch TV.
I wanted to play football...
wear shoulder pads and tackle other kids.
Maggie, I didn't want to be different.
I wanted to be the same.
So you ran away, you joined the FBI, and now you're a happy guy.
I'm a lot happier now than I was when I was here, yeah.
Funny. You look kind of miserable to me.
Got something to show you, Free.
- I don't have time. I need a phone. - Make time.
You ought to do what she says, Free.
We're checking every farm, cabin, barn and structure in the area.
If you want my opinion, I think they froze in those woods
like a couple of Popsicles.
I doubt it. Huey Walker's got the survival instincts of a cockroach.
If they do survive, what happens to Buckner?
I mean, aiding a felon, that's a pretty serious offense.
First of all, I don't know if he is helping Walker.
All I've got is your word for that.
I'm waiting to hear Buckner's side of the story.
Sure. Absolutely. I mean, I wouldn't mind hearing it myself.
Is this Buckner's parents? Free?
Free's parents... Jacqueline and Harry.
That's Buck... Free?
He looks like an angel.
He was an angel.
- God, you look great. - Thanks.
- What year is this? - 1967.
That's the summer of love.
What do you think he's wishing for?
What do you suppose he's wishing for?
I don't know. I hope he gets it.
Oh, man.
It seems so long ago, doesn't it?
It was so long ago.
That's it.
The phone is in the toolshed.
You're here all alone?
Yeah, the past six months.
Just me and George.
- George. - The owl.
Lives in the chicken barn.
I saw that foreclosure notice.
Yeah. I'm telling you, lately...
this place just gets harder and harder for me to handle.
I think maybe I just got a little tired.
I made it work for a while though. I did. I made it thrive.
That time's sort of over now, I think. But that's okay,
'cause now I really believe that everything happens for a reason.
Like you being here.
How do you mean that?
How do I mean that?
I mean I used to have this fantasy about certain people coming here.
Awfully nice that you finally made it. I'm glad.
Yeah. Me too.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I'll let you in on a little secret though.
Lately, I've been dreaming about microwave ovens
and automatic food processors.
Think that means that I sold out?
Okay, Huey, get up.
That's Moon Man's old gun. Where'd you find that?
Do it.
Put your hands over your head.
- You could've killed me. - That's right.
Holy shit! I can't believe it's working.
You know something, Buckner?
When you change, man, you really change.
Thank you.
Come on. Keep going.
Go, folks. Let's move it. Let's go.
Huey, are you all right?
Man! I haven't had a rush like that since the Berkeley riots.
Where did you get your driver's license?
What license?
Who needs drugs?
Dale, would you get that kid out of here.
The Coast Daylight now arriving.
If you don't mind my telling you, I think this is a waste of time.
They'd never be stupid enough to come here.
Yes, we know how you feel about it, Sheriff.
Well, good. - But we've done everything else we can,
so we'll continue the roadblocks, the helicopter surveillance
and check everyone who gets on this train.
Come on, Dad. I really need that mitt.
Don't yell at me. Talk to your mother.
- I saved up enough money. - Don't talk to me about this.
You have $20. That's $35.
- It's a hippie van. - Daddy, what is this?
When I was a kid, we used to use this bus to smuggle draft Dodgers into Canada.
Come on.
They'd take the train across the border
and bail out at a spot called Dodgers' Leap.
- Dodgers' Leap? - That was the safest place to jump.
Down the hatch.
Guess this is good-bye.
If you ever get back this way...
Come on.
- All right. - Take care of each other.
What a crowd. Talk about your vast multitudes.
Be honest now. Show of hands. How many of you came to see me?
Okay. Now, how many of you came here for free sex?
That's what I thought. Well, guess what.
You're having free sex right now. That's right.
I say you're being screwed right now and you don't even know it.
I'm talking about this war we're in.
I'm talking about the bozos who sit in the driver's seat of our government.
They're giving it to you good. And all of you, know what?
They're not even gonna call you in the morning and say thanks.
I want to say something about this war.
I always liked this speech.
Relive your glory days later. We got a train to catch.
Slip out there.
But how do we get out? Turn the boats around.
We've now dropped more bombs, by tonnage, on Vietnam
than on Germany and Japan together in all of World War II.
- Get back. Get back. - Enough to kill everyone in Vietnam
28 times.
Unfortunately, most of us can only die once.
Come on, you guys. What's going on?
- You getting tough? - Barry, help.
Come on, you guys.
...another revolution.
- Break it up, you guys. - I'm sorry.
- Thanks for breaking it up. - This guy's a hothead sometimes.
I'm sorry. It was my fault.
It's him! It's Huey!
All right! Sheriff's deputies! Everybody, FBI!
- Feds? - FBI! People, move!
All right, Huey! Let Buckner go and come out with your hands up!
Oh, my.
Check it out.
Is something going on, Officers?
That's not a real gun, is it?
It's empty, sir. There's a very large hole in the floor.
That is so true, and I have been meaning to have that fixed for so long,
but you know how things are.
You can't just run into town any old time you want.
I mean, when was the last time...
Who in the hell's that woman anyway?
What's happening?
I think Buckner and Walker are on the train. Can we stop it?
- No, no. It's too late now. - What's the next station?
It's across the border into Canada.
Call the Canadian authorities and tell them to meet us there.
Oh, shit.
- We spent 171 billion in Vietnam. - Good luck, boys.
We could've bought every Vietnamese a house cheaper than that.
It's a crazy time. You must not ratify your government's madness.
They talk of patriotism, but it's a song of death.
If you're a girl, no one will be here to love you.
If you're a parent, you'll never see the harvest - the grandchildren.
But those who have the most at stake
are the young and the strong and the hopeful - the boys.
Only our best qualify to die.
It's not dangerous to be old and frail.
The young have the most to lose.
And they're betting you don't care. I'm betting you do.
You can make a difference. You can make a choice.
In that sense, you're the most important generation since Jefferson.
And what do you get if you win?
The only thing I can promise you is a clear conscience.
Well, some of us have to be in court in the morning.
- So I'll see you later. - Yeah.
- Is it over?
Yeah, it's over.
You know something?
I don't need you to hold my hand all the way to Canada.
I'm quite capable of getting across the border on my own.
I wouldn't bet on it.
Anyways, I hear Canada's supposed to be real nice this time of year.
Don't get any ideas. I don't need a traveling companion.
Why not? What else have I got to go back to?
How about a life?
It's not like I can be John Buckner, FBI agent.
Maybe I'll go on the road, find myself.
Come here.
Fuck the road, all right?
You think it's a romantic adventure being a fugitive?
It sucks.
It's shitty jobs, man.
It's living in rat holes.
It's not being able to have a decent relationship
with another human being because you got to be able
to pick up and split at any given moment.
The road sucks, Buckner.
Hey, man, take it from me.
I've been doing it for 20 fucking years, man!
It's my choice to make.
Huey, what are you doing? We're almost there.
Look!
Okay, I didn't want to have to do this. Come on.
Huey, what are you doing?
Don't anybody try to stop me!
I'll snuff the FBI agent.
He's my hostage. You understand?
He's my ticket out of here. Well, struggle, damn it.
Look at that gun.
I don't believe in struggling, Huey. Passive resistance.
Cut this out.
Put up a fight, or I'll blow your brains out.
He doesn't mean that. Really.
I'm trying to clear your name, you dumb asshole.
You ever think that I might not want it cleared?
You want to go to jail for aiding and abetting a fugitive?
No, I don't want to go to jail. I want to go with you.
The hell you are!
Come on. Take the kid along.
Who asked you?
Come on, Huey, where's your sense of humor?
I lost it when you decided to tag along, all right?
Then I'll cheer you up with my latest idea.
Why do we have to jump at Dodgers' Leap,
when you know how to uncouple the last car?
I'm surprised you didn't think of it yourself. Think of the headlines.
"Twenty years later, Huey Walker does it again."
Get your book published.
Buckner, shut up and listen to me.
I'm gonna tell you something now I've never told another living soul.
Once I've told you, you're gonna go away from me
and you're gonna leave me alone.
I never disconnected Agnew's train car, all right?
- What? - No. Some drunken railroad man.
He did it by mistake.
A rumor started that I'd done it, so I copped to it, man, you know?
Some of the feds knew the truth, but since I was willing to take the credit,
they decided to burn me for it.
Now, my only way out was to tell them I didn't do it.
By then, it reached legendary proportions, man.
You got to understand something, that up until this time
I'd always thought of myself as a chickenshit,
just hiding behind my mouth and my jokes.
Let me get this straight. You're willing to go to jail for something you didn't do.
No, I am not willing to go to jail for something that I didn't do.
Wait a second.
I don't get it.
People thought I was a hero, a man of action.
I dug that even if it meant being on the run for the rest of my life.
Hell, I was a kid. I thought the rest of my life was two days.
I didn't know that it meant forever.
- So you're a fake. - Yeah.
- Just like me. - What?
Get down!
Give me the gun.
Hightower, what are you, crazy?
You'll never get away with this.
Me killing two dangerous criminals? Hell, that'd make me a hero.
Goddamn it! If it wasn't for you, I'd be long gone.
There's a door. Use it.
Get serious. He'd blow me apart before I even get halfway there.
I am serious. You can't wait for Dodgers' Leap.
They'll hear the shots and come running.
Hurry up, and I'll cover you.
You'd do that for me?
You're running out of time! Move it!
- I'm not asking you to do this. - I keep hearing you say that.
If you're trying to make me feel guilty, man...
You don't go now, I'll shoot you myself.
One! - You sure are making this easy on me.
Two! Three!
Throw out your gun!
You're only making it harder on yourself.
You know, I think you're right. I do.
I swear to god I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
I don't even know why I'm doing it.
Look, all right. Okay. Look, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna come out now, but you don't shoot me, okay?
Throw out the gun.
Okay, I'm gonna... I'm throwing out the gun.
Right now.
- Put your hands where I can see them. - Okay, okay. Anything you say.
Now!
Where'd that get you, in the knee? Here's the shoulder.
You had to push me.
See, I don't understand. Well, see...
Now it's me that's gonna be doing the pushing.
Look at me. You awake? Look at me.
Don't ever fuck with a winner, John.
That's my advice to you.
How about a little fresh air?
To me, you look like you could use some.
What do you think?
I don't know what happened, Mr. Stark.
By the time I got there,
Walker had shot him and thrown his body off the train.
Had I been there a minute earlier, I could've saved that boy.
That's something that's gonna live with me for the rest of my life.
Goddamn it, I'll never forget it.
You're going off, boy.
Duck!
What are you grinning at?
You. You came back.
Well, don't get it wrong. I had no choice.
I got out there and there was no safe place to jump, man.
Anybody ever tell you... you make a lousy liar?
Well, if you think I came back to help you, that's a good one.
You know what your problem is, Huey?
What?
You like me, but you won't admit it.
You may be right, pal.
Nothing to worry about. FBI.
FBI. Everything's under control.
FBI. Everything's going to be all right.
- Buckner, point that at me. - Why would I want to do that?
- Just do it! - Put your hands down.
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Damn you, Buckner. You had this planned from the beginning,
didn't you, you clever bastard?
We'll take it from here, John.
- Chief, Huey didn't do it. - Don't try to talk. Save your strength.
- Spread them. - For god's sake, get him a doctor!
Buckner was too much for me... dogged, relentless.
I shoot him, and he still comes after me.
This boy deserves a medal or at least a raise.
He's clean, sir.
Hands behind your back. Come on, Walker.
Hold still, damn it!
You son of a bitch!
I would love to stay and shoot the shit with you about the old days, Stark,
but this is where I get off.
Go. Go.
Prager, where's the key?
Walker, open this door!
Go, Huey.
Open this door!
- You metal motherfucker! - Don't you do that!
You want a fight, you got it!
- Don't you do that! - What the hell is he doing?
No hunk of steel is gonna stand between me and my freedom.
Come on! Come on!
Turn it loose!
Come on. Give up!
I did it.
I did it!
I did it this time, man!
I did it! I really did it!
Give it your best shot. Go on, shoot me!
Who are you kidding? You can't hit me.
Not in the back of a moving train.
I actually got him.
You idiot.
Now get the hell out of here. Get a doctor for Buckner.
Somebody turned this in.
I helped him escape.
As far as I'm concerned,
you were his hostage.
That's all anybody has to know.
He really got to you, didn't he?
Yeah.
He got to me too...
20 years ago.
I told you he escaped from the FBI.
Actually, he escaped from me.
- You? - I'm sorry, John.
I thought you, of all people, would be impervious to him.
There was something about the guy.
The way it looks, Hightower is going to be in prison for a long time.
Well, since I can't change your mind, good luck, John.
Let's think of this as a leave of absence.
Your job will be here if you want it back.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Take it easy, Prager.
Enjoy it, son.
Want me to sign that for you?
I hear that an author's signature can double the value of the book,
especially if he's dead.
Some FBI agent you are. I've been tailing you ever since you left the office.
I watched you die.
Get real, Buckner.
You cannot hit a man from the back of a moving train.
You know when it came to me?
Out there on the flatcar, it finally came to me.
I said to myself, you know something...
you're never gonna be free, you're never gonna get your book published,
unless people think that you're dead.
So I made myself dead.
What's the matter, kid?
You didn't really think I was dead, did you?
You son of a bitch. Of course I did.
I cried for you.
Listen, I am deeply moved.
The clothes are new and bought and paid for.
Fuck with the limo. It's a rental, all right?
You tricked me again.
I wanted to come back and say thanks.
Probably came to see how your book was doing.
- Well, that too. - How's it doing?
The publisher was right. I had to die to get a best-seller.
So, now that you're a capitalist, what are you doing with your newfound wealth?
You know, I was thinking about investing in some property in upstate Oregon.
It's an old hippie commune.
Maybe I can convince the woman who lives there to stay there
by tempting her with a microwave.
Rebellion is a young man's game.
I'll do my best.
Well, we're counting on you. We're gonna need you.
Because when we get out of the '80s...
the '90s are gonna make the '60s look like the '50s.
I'll keep that in mind.
Couldn't find an Indian?
No. I figure it'll get me down the coast though.
Say hello to your parents for me, will you?
- Yeah, I will. - All right.
Okay, bud. You keep the wind at your back.
You know?
Hey, kid, let's rock and roll here.
I don't remember your name. What's your name?
Loomis, sir.
You look like you need to loosen up, Loomis.
- Whatever you say, sir. - Knock off that "sir" shit, all right?
You look like you got a stick up your ass.
Relax. Climb in the back. I'll do the driving.
I'd do what he says, Loomis.
The younger generation. I tell you.
- Hey, Huey. - Yeah.
Don't grow up.
Hell, kid, I'm too old to grow up.
Once we get out of the '80s...
the '90s are gonna make the '60s look like the '50s.
I haven't had a rush like that since the Berkeley riots!