Desperation

Oh, God!

What?

Didn't you see that?

There was a dead cat...

hanging from that sign

we just passed.

Really? Cool.

Don't you even think

about going back there.

What color was it?

Tiger-striped.

What difference

does it make?

Well, I thought it might

be black, you know?

Satanists out in the desert.

Marielle said the Nevada desert

was full of oddballs.

I just don't know who could kill

a living creature like that.

You're traveling through

another dimension...

A dimension not only

of sight and sound, but of mind.

Very funny.

I can't wait to get back

to Salt Lake City, at least.

Too much nature out here.

I'm starting to miss civilization.

What? What is it?

A car. Really movin', too.

Get over.

Give him the road.

It's a cop.

Why is he going so fast

with his flashers off?

Who's he gonna

run them for out here?

Well, there's us.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

Hi.

What does he want?

Well, I guess he wants

to get back behind us again.

Well, why didn't

he just pull over...

and let us pass then,

if that's what he wants?

I don't know.

Why is he stopping us,

Peter? Why?

These asses have

a quota to make.

They keep the posted limit at 55

so they can make it.

Don't pull over.

I don't have a choice, Mary.

Great.

Holy God, it's Sasquatch!

Guess I was going

a little fast, officer.

Had the hammer

down a little, huh?

Can I see your registration

please, sir?

No problem.

But the car's not mine.

It's my sister's.

We're driving it back

for her to New York.

She's... she goes

to school in Oregon.

Rand College.

Have you ever heard of it?

Mar, could you get

the registration?

I think it's in

the glove compartment.

I don't believe this...

I can't find my license.

Sorry, officer, I...

Oh, wait a minute, here it is.

OK, and, um, here's

the registration.

Oh, good.

I see you're

an organ donor.

Think that's wise?

Well...

Is there a problem, officer?

Your name is Jackson?

The one on the pink slip

says Deirdre Finney.

That your sister?

Right.

She's been divorced

for about a year...

but she kept

her husband's last name.

Deirdre's a bit of a flake.

Bit of a flake, huh?

Tak.

Can I ask you to step

out of the car, Mr. Jackson?

What for?

Of course.

Come around back, Mr. Jackson.

Hell!

Peter, what is it?

Our...

our damn license plate fell off!

I doubt it.

Did you stop in Fallon?

Yeah, we got gas

at the Conoco there.

Why?

They got some

light-fingered kids hang out there.

I reckon your license plate

is hangin' in their clubhouse right now.

You know this and

it still goes on?

Oh, Fallon is not my place.

Those are not my ways.

Gosh, no.

What should

we do about that, officer?

Well, you just take

the plate off the front...

and put it in the back.

That's should get you

across the country.

You got a tool kit?

These are yours.

Thanks.

I think I saw a tool kit

in the trunk.

Yeah, OK.

There, behind

my make-up case.

Hey.

What is this?

Damned sister!

Officer, I know what

this looks like.

But we checked her stuff...

But we're not

customs officers!

That... that is not our dope!

No.

Let me have your keys.

Get in the car.

But...

Are you deaf?

Get in the car!

Get in the car!

OK, we'll get this

taken care of.

In Desperation.

Get in the car, folks.

Tak.

Slow down,

you'll flip us!

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Officer, you saw

our registration.

You know that isn't our car,

and it's not our dope either!

Do you think

we'd be so stupid...

Shut up, you

New York deviant.

Wh... wh... what

did you call me?

I'm arresting you

for possession of marijuana...

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