Amusement

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God.

How long have I been out?

About an hour.

Where are we?

We just crossed the state line.

Really?

Already?

Why do I smell food?

There should be a girlie toy

in there for you.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- Yeah.

Jesus, Rob, slow down.

You're driving over a hundred.

- I've got a really good convoy going here.

- No.

Just slow down. Now.

Thank you.

Look...

...okay, I know

we had a shitty weekend.

I wanna get home too.

But let's just do it safely, okay?

No more bad luck.

Oh, I got the spot.

"I love you too, Shelby. "

I love you too.

I do.

I'm wide awake so get some sleep.

Okay. Thank you, sweetie.

Bingo.

Hey, you knocked out another hour.

I only feel more tired.

Are you tired yet?

Nope.

I cannot believe

you started another one.

I didn't.

- This one found me.

- Oh, whatever.

Look at the speedometer.

It's like 12 miles over the speed limit.

The other one, you were right.

It was too fast and unsafe.

- This one isn't.

- Oh, please.

Seriously, there's like an art

to a good convoy, babe.

It's like a conversation between us and

the cars as we drive. We communicate.

No, did you see that?

That's him warning me...

...that there's some slow cars up ahead

so we're gonna have to pass them.

Oh, that's pretty considerate.

Oh, see, now this is what I like to call

a brake pumper.

You think speeding's dangerous,

try driving behind this guy.

Okay.

At this speed, I'm fine with it.

Just don't go faster.

Oh, right on.

I was wondering when

they were gonna need to fuel up next.

Well, what do we do?

Are we supposed to introduce ourselves,

say hi?

I don't know.

I mean, I've never actually met anyone

I've been in a convoy with.

Sure am glad we all had to stop.

Hey, I'm Bert.

- Rob.

- Rob.

- Hi.

- Oh, nice.

You a Robert?

Or a Roberto?

No, I'm just kidding.

- Hello. So where you headed there, Rob?

- Cincinnati.

Oh, you're kidding.

It'll be nice

to have some steady company.

- Yeah, you bet. Yeah.

- Yeah.

Okay. Well...

...see you inside.

- Sure.

- Kids want their chocolates.

All right.

- Looks like someone got the munchies.

- Yeah.

No, I'm just messing with you. Anyway,

I was talking to this trucker inside.

Not very chatty guy.

Anyway, he said he got on

his radio-thingy.

The interstate up ahead's

pretty wall-to-wall.

- Really?

- Hey?

Trucker on my CB says

it ain't moving worth a damn out there.

Told me a way around it, though, so...

...you're more than welcome

to swing on in behind me.

Come on. I could use the company.

Road's a lonely place

when you're traveling solo.

Yeah, you got it, man. Hey, thanks.

No problem.

What'd you talk about?

Oh, the interstate's jammed up ahead

so we're gonna go around.

- Yeah, and Mr. Lonesome up front there...

- He's not alone.

Yeah, he is. That's what he said.

Rob, he's not alone.

There's a girl with him. I saw her.

Misunderstanding then.

It's no big deal.

You sure we should be doing this?

Would you rather turn around

and crawl up the interstate?

It's like a parking lot.

No.

Guess we're fine.

Great.

It's the sticks, Shelby.

People hunt out in the sticks.

There, see? Did you see that?

- What?

- In the window. Get closer.

There is someone in there.

Hello? Hello?

- Can you hear me?

- What the hell?

You get his plates.

You get his license plates.

- Shelby, come on.

- No, just go! Get his plates now! Go!

- Just hurry up!

- Okay.

Okay.

- Is she okay? Is she alive?

- Yeah.

- Get her up.

- There she is. There she is.

Okay, she's back with us.

- Lift her up.

- You keep her coherent. I'll be right back.

- Keep him away from me.

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