- # Now, the bricks Iay on Grand Street # - Jesus.
Bad waves of paranoia. Madness. Fear and loathing.
lntolerable vibrations in this place. Get out.
The weasels were closing in.
l could smell the ugly brutes.
Do me one last favor, Lord.
Just give me five more high-speed hours before You bring the hammer down.
Just let me get rid of this goddamn car and off this horrible desert.
# Oh, Mama #
# Is this really the end #
- # To be stuck inside of Mobile # - Oh, you evil bastard.
- # With the Memphis blues again # - This is Your work. You better take care of me, Lord.
- If You don't, You're gonna have me on Your hands. - [ Siren Wailing ]
- Pull over ! Pull over ! - Hey !
Good morning. How are you ? All right, man. Doing very well.
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop.
Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side.
This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart.
Make the bastard chase you. He will follow.
But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you're about to turn right.
This is to let him know you're pulling off for a proper place to talk.
lt'll take him a moment to realize he's about to make a 180-degree turn, at speed.
But you will be ready. Brace for the ''G''s.
Fast heel-toe work.
[ Siren Continues ]
[ Siren Stops ]
Hi. How are you ?
Just what in the hell did you think you were doing ?
l wanna know. Let me see your license.
Oh, yeah, of course. There you are.
Oh, my gosh.
lt's me.
May l please have that ?
l knew l was fucked.
See you have two cases of beer, a basket of grapefruit...
stack of T-shirts and towels, light bulbs.
- You realize what you did when you drive like that ? - Yeah, l know. l'm guilty.
l understand that. l knew it was a crime. l did it anyway.
Shit, why argue ? l'm a fucking criminal. Look at me.
You have a strange attitude.
Maybe.
You know, l have a feeling you need to take a nap.
There's a rest area just up ahead.
l'd like you to go up there, pull over and get a few hours' sleep.