Black Cadillac Page #4

( wind whistling )

( engine chugs )

I wanna be a Kennedy...

How many more miles?

Oh, to the Minnesota line?

About 90.

You in a hurry?

- Sort of.

- For what?

( crunching candies )

( gasps )

Right.

Your future.

Yale.

Skull and bones.

- All that sh*t.

- Well, I have deep

concerns about my future.

You're in high school.

You don't have

a future yet.

He wasn't talking

about his future.

- He was talking

about his virginity.

- I was not!

Okay, I was.

My virginity haunts me.

Bullshit.

You wear your virginity

like a thorny crown.

See, that's one of those

things that you always say,

and it sounds like

it means something,

but it doesn't.

Robby, would you please

stop talking about

your virginity?

You know what Granddad

once said to me?

He said, "People equate

silence with brilliance,

and stillness with depth."

Yeah, uh-huh.

That reminds me

of what my grandfather

used to say.

"Tell your Grandmother

I'll be home just as soon

- as I get my Johnson

out of this heifer.

- ( both laugh )

...and stillness with depth.

Oh, busted.

Me get a DUI,

underage!

Sh*t! We're so

going to jail!

Scott:

No we're not, Robby.

As long as you don't break

into some sobby confession.

And C.J., just keep

your mouth shut.

We're not going

anywhere but home.

Good evening, Officer.

Is there a problem?

There sure is.

- ( sneezes )

- ( soft clink )

Bless you.

The problem is mine.

My cruiser,

it froze to death on me.

If I was in Oshkosh,

I'd have back up, but--

( chuckles )

- not out here.

- ( Scott chuckles )

Don't you have

a radio or something

to call for help?

Officer:

Well, I am the help

in this town.

How about a ride?

Come on, I'm freezing

my stones out here.

- ( officer grunts )

- ( door shuts )

Whoa, what a night.

( sighs )

Wind like that,

turn your head around.

( officer chuckles )

Officer:

There's a joint--

- ( clanks )

- about three miles

up the road.

Highway 50.

I'll call my brother.

- ( motor revs )

- Robby:
Boy, it's cold

out there.

Hell, you can say

that again.

Coldest night on record

for this time of year

and my cruiser freezes

to death on me.

Officer:

I've got to be the only cop

in the universe

still driving an '86 Chevy.

- Charlie Harmon.

- Oh, Robby, Robby--

Robertson.

Yeah, so, you guys

from Minnesota?

Plates.

Well, welcome

to Wisconsin.

This is a nice car.

What kind of car is this?

It's a Saab.

A Saab 900S

- Whew!

Ain't she killer?

- Yeah.

So what brings you boys

to the dairy state?

We're...

on our high school

debate team.

- Oh.

- Yeah, we just got back

from quarterfinals of...

- The Midwest Regional--

- Debate-off.

- Oh.

- ( chuckles )

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