Desert Blue Page #2

Think he'll make a good sheriff?

He's all right.

You'd make a better one.

She could've blown

her f***ing arms off.

Take that stupid hat off!

You all have a good day.

I'm gonna get these new fixtures.

You wouldn't believe them.

You put your hands under the faucet

and the water flows.

It's like they got little eyes.

It's like magic.

The water is always

the perfect temperature.

What if I want cold water?

Why do you gotta be so negative?

It was great.

Hey, yes indeed!

The world's largest ice cream cone

right out here!

Dessert in the desert!

Looks so real!

Be great to have a ladder.

You could dive into it

and eat it.

That's incredible. Look at that.

It's gorgeous.

It's great. Want an ice cream?

I'll get you one.

Hey, nice shot.

Can I get two cones, please?

It really looks neat.

Neat thing.

Looks bigger than it does

in photographs. Great.

Can either of you tell me

where I can find Mr. Baxter?

He passed away.

- When?

- Six months ago.

Fire at the motel.

It was an accident.

- I had no idea.

- Why should you have?

Because I'm a professor

of cultural studies.

I have a course in pop culture

and the roadside attraction.

We talk about Mr. Baxter in my class.

The giant ice cream cone and ocean park.

Was even putting together a photo book.

Sort of a coffee-table book.

It'll be $1.30.

It's a shame.

I'm sorry he's gone.

- Dad!

- Go more to your left.

- Your other left.

- The sun's in my eyes.

Go back left.

That's too big.

Look up. Can you give us a smile?

Okay, good.

Keeler, what is going on?

She blew up a canoe, sir.

Elizabeth Marie Jackson, is this true?

Did you blow up another canoe?

Maybe.

Let her out. She's a kid! You're locking

up my daughter like she's a criminal!

- She made and detonated a bomb.

- A bomb?

I'm breaking the law

by not reporting this!

Exhibit A. The lighter.

She's got a couple of M-80s

up her sleeves!

M-80s? Exhibit B.

The Polaroid picture.

The canoe was in a million pieces.

You know, I thought you really wanted

this sherif's job in Peaksville.

It's so close.

Be a shame to lose it all...

because of a few firecrackers!

He has to replace Keeler with someone.

Why not you?

- Remember when we slashed his tires?

- Yeah.

And he couldn't respond

to that ten-car pileup?

He knows I tagged up the aqueduct.

I'm a criminal. I can't be a deputy.

Everyone did that. We were 12! The

sherifffucked around when he was a kid.

What the heck?

Ely's out of control!

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

Anybody hurt?

What's that smell?

It's coming from the truck.

F***ing A!

You're a lucky man.

There's nothing like a close brush with

death to knock the life back into you.

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