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it over and let me drive for a while

before you get us both killed?

I'm not the one causing wrecks

and shooting people.

No, but at least

I can see the road.

She took off with some guy. I'm

telling you, dad, it was a setup.

Dad, I know. I know I shouldn't

have trusted her. I know that, dad.

Listen, I got Dan Hanks on it. Yeah,

you know, Rudy's friend, the pi.

Dad, hold on. Find that broad,

Hanks. Go get her.

I got it. Did she leave

anything in the car?

- How should I know?

- See you back in town.

All right, buckle up.

Here we go.

Well, general,

that was an experience.

- It's captain.

- Yeah, well, whatever. Good luck.

Look, I need a place to stay

for a couple of nights.

Just until I can

figure this out.

Yeah. Right, yeah, I get it.

Ok.

Yeah, bye.

Hey, let me help you

with that, pops.

- I can do it.

- Not by the looks of it.

So where are you headed to,

a parade or something?

I'm going to Galveston, Texas,

to visit an old friend.

Drive all that way by yourself?

No, I'm gonna stop off in

Pennsylvania and look up a friend

and see if he wants to come along

and help with the driving.

- You're headed to Pennsylvania?

- Yeah.

Well, I hate to break it to you,

but you're headed south

and Pennsylvania's due north.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll make a deal with you.

I'll drive you to Pennsylvania

to meet up with your friend

and then afterwards you just drop

me off at the train station.

Don't do me any favors.

Don't worry.

Do you have like a recent photograph

that I could take with me?

Oh, yes, of course.

Can you think of any particular

reason why he might have run away?

No, I can't imagine.

Did he seem like he was happy,

you know, living here?

Well, yes, I mean,

for the most part.

I see.

Hey, I wonder if your dad went

to visit friends or something.

Most of his friends are dead.

He did get a letter the other

day from a Pete somebody.

Ok. You got like a number,

address for this guy?

No, but... but I can...

I can look for it.

Yeah, all right. Well, look, I think

I've got enough to get started.

I think a '58 Ford Fairlane, unregistered,

is probably pretty easy to spot.

- Sh*t.

- What?

- Cop.

- Sh*t!

- What do you mean, sh*t?

- I don't have a driver's license.

- Me either.

- Sh*t!

- Uh, make up a story. Uh...

Tell him I'm sick or

something, all right?

- What?

Oh...

Afternoon, officer.

- Do you know why I pulled you over?

- No.

Driver's license and

registration, please.

Oh, god, I forgot my wallet.

Do you have any registration

for the vehicle?

Well, it's actually my

grandfather's. Excuse me.

Grandpa?

- Grandpa?

- Is there a problem?

He's actually... he's...

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