Original subtitles

("Route 66 Theme" by Nelson Riddle)

(jazz music) (motorcycle revving)

(motorcycle peel out)

(motorcycle revving) (police siren wailing)

(jazz music)

(motorcycle revving)

(motorcycles revving) (police siren wailing)

(jazz music) (police sirens wailing)

(motorcycle revving)

(car screeching)

(thudding) (police siren)

(intense music) (window pane rattling)

(glass shattering) (intense music)

(police car sirens)

- What did you do?

(police sirens)

(car door slamming)

- Your driver's licence?

- Don't have any.

- She doesn't even have a license plate!

- They rattle.

- You know, you caused us a little problem back there?

- Why, why?

- Why what?

- Well you knew we'd catch ya!

- I felt sorry for you.

- Look, miss, you don't seem to understand--

- Sorry, for me?

- Oh, sittin' there all day behind the wheel

with your tight collar,

and nothin' to listen to all day

but code numbers and people's troubles.

You look so bored.

(soft music)

(music intensifies)

(intense music)

(car doors slamming)

(indistinct chattering)

- [Shopkeeper] I always take inventory

on the 28th of every month! - Let's get a picture here.

- [Photographer] Let's get a picture, come on.

- I look around and I see you driving into my store!

- You tell him, Buz?

(soft music) (water dripping)

(indistinct chattering) (soft music)

(music intensifying)

- That's all, boys!

(indistinct chattering)

Won't you sit down?

(door thudding)

Eh, smoke?

(match flicking)

(flame whishing out)

The boys tell me that you were kinda tearin' up the turf!

- 92 miles an hour on Second Avenue, 96 on Grant Road.

- I believe that's a record.

- I wasn't trying for the record.

- Then, what did you have in mind?

- I told him.

- Oh, she felt that my life lacked excitement.

- (chuckling) Well, that was very

thoughtful of you, Miss, Miss,

- Vicki.

- [Sheriff] Vicki what?

- (laughing) Isn't that the truth?

What am I, who am I?

I ask myself that 10 million times a day.

It's unanswerable.

- Around here, we make a business of getting the answers.

- (gasping) That's too bad,

because what's important is giving them.

- Okay, give!

- What am I ?

A gallery of people, but which one?

Somewhere between thought and nought.

Changing mind, changing mood, changing.

(soft clattering)

- Who is she?

Lemme see her wallet.

- She doesn't carry any papers.

- No papers?

- No driver's license, no registration,

no Social Security card, no credit cards, no papers!

- Don't you see, paper's all so static.

All they can do is identify the moment of their issue,

but, an hour later, you are not you,

not the you you were an hour before,

so the papers are obsolete, invalid.

Why pin yourself in place?

- I always take - Hey, let's,

- inventory on the - let's quiet down, will ya?

28th of every month, see?

I'm on the Chinese vases, I look around and I see you!

(men talking talking over each other)

- I saw you driving through my store!

- Listen, I just don't seem - Write this down

- to be able to - on the paper, here.

get through to you, will ya tell him,

(distant chattering)

Buz?

Will ya tell him?

- Ever been arrested before?

- I'm arrested by everything I see, everything I taste.

- Look, miss, to these questions, you just answer yes or no.

Now, you're in a pot of trouble,

and you better start realizing.

Now, yes or no, have you ever been arrested before?

- Yes.

- Where?

- New York.

- For what?

- For keeping pet unicorns.

- Unicorns?

- It was such a small apartment,

there was no room for a closet.

Where else could I hang my things, except on the unicorns?

- Are you sure she hasn't been drinking?

- She blew up every balloon we had in the kit, Sheriff.

They all came back sober.

- Sunstroke, maybe, amnesia?

Just to set the record straight, young lady,

I happen to know that there are no such things as unicorns.

- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure, they're mythical animals,

just creatures of somebody's imagination.

- Aren't we all?

- Book her, and print her, and lock her up!

(slapping)

(door thudding)

(distant chattering)

Margaret, get me the psychiatric section

of the County Hospital, Dr. Bell.

(clicking)

(indistinct shouting)

- There she is, go ahead, ask her.

- Alright, no more pictures, boys.

No more questions. (laughing)

- Come on, come on.

(indistinct chattering)

- She deliberately forced us off the road.

Go ahead, Buz, tell 'em.

- Well, frankly, I'd hate to swear to it.

I mean, you know how it is,

everybody looks alike on a motorcycle.

- It was eight feet 10 1/2 by eight feet 10 1/2.

- Alright, what's the estimate of your damage?

- I'll be right back.

- Okay. (Shopkeeper sighing)

- Buz.

Forget it, will ya?

- What?

- I've seen that look before, Don Quixote,

and this is one Rosalinda you're not about to rescue.

- A girl like that behind bars?

That's like leaving vanilla ice cream in the sun!

(soft music)

(footsteps pattering) (soft music)

(clattering)

(soft music)

(clattering)

(soft music)

(clattering)

- I'm Jane Bell, Dr. Bell.

- I'm glad you came.

- May I sit?

- Please.

I'm no gazelle, Dr.,

leaping from ledge to ledge in the dark,

something to be tracked and classified.

So, please don't send for leads in what I say.

Really, I'm not that difficult,

but if it's your job to probe, then go ahead and probe.

On the other hand,

if you just wanna visit, then let's visit.

I'm neither depressed, nor obsessed, nor indecisive,

nor tense, nor afraid.

Actually, all I wanna do is muss people's hair

and show them how grateful I am to be alive.

- Who was your analyst?

- I gave it up.

- Oh?

- Isn't there higher purpose to living than peace of mind?

I thought so, and Gustav understood.

- Gustav Lange?

- You've heard of him?

- (chuckling) I have his books.

What made you go to him?

- Oh, it was Father's idea.

I was educated abroad, and he felt that,

well, part of finishing school was to find

a frame of reference for myself, so.

- Your father sounds most perceptive.

- Yes, I loved him very much.

- Loved?

- The day was an ordinary day.

The milk came at seven, and the papers at 7:30.

Clocks ticked, and things hung normally in closets.

People got up and brushed their teeth

and went to work in the city where I was.

(gasping)

In 1500 miles west of Lisbon.

The ships that went searching

wired us back that nothing was left,

not even an oil slick.

They say you're entitled to an oil slick,

but this one went in very fast and very steep.

Nowhere in the world is there a headstone

for my mother, my father, my brother, Ian, my sister Ellen.

(soft jazz piano melody)

- I'm sorry, truly.

(soft jazz piano melody)

- At first I asked myself, "Where can I go, for healing?

"Where can I find a tourniquet

"tight enough to stop the bleeding?"

So I told myself, "Let grief ride

"outside on a motorcycle of its own.

"Let it try and catch me.

"Let it cast shadows of its own."

You know, Dr. Bell,

I left a trail of buried albatross from coast to coast.

- How much a pound is albatross, Vicki?

- Nobody can afford it.

So, everyday, I grew lighter and greedier for life.

(soft jazz piano melody)

- Matron!

(soft music)

(clicking)

I've enjoyed talking to you, Vicki.

(soft music)

- You too, you have a visitor outside.

(soft music)

(thudding)

(sultry swing music)

(clattering)

(sultry swing music)

- The world's full of strangers, isn't it?

- Yes.

Oh, I'm Buz Murdock.

- Vicki.

- Oh, they said downstairs you wouldn't

be arraigned until this afternoon,

and that your bail would be someplace

in the neighborhood of 500 bucks, a problem?

- No.

- Oh, well, I thought if you couldn't raise the money,

I mean we all are in the need

of a smiling credit manager, sometime.

- Oh, I don't have any money,

but I don't need any.

(scoffing)

I've never been in jail before. (giggling)

The pattern seems to be that people in authority

prefer banishing me, just pushing me into the next state,

rather than locking me up.

At least it's been that way 'til now.

So, you see, you don't have to worry about me.

Still, I'm very pleased you did.

(bouncy music)

(sultry music)

- Was it worth the wait?

(water rippling)

- Yeah, we touched feathers, briefly,

and then she flew away.

- You mean, they let her out?

- No, she's left me behind, far behind.

- Good, how 'bout lunch?

- You know what's the matter with you, Tod?

You've stopped unhinging rainbows.

- Unhinging rainbows?

- Lifting horizons.

- You have one little chat with some character

on a motorcycle that's liable to cost us

$285 for a broken window, and suddenly you're a disciple.

Why don't you be honest with yourself,

admit it was chemistry.

You saw a girl, and the hydrogen bubbled.

- Well, you can call it hydrogen, or oxygen, or nitrogen,

I don't care what you name it, I feel responsible.

- For what?

- For her!

- Oh, boy.

- Look, about lunch, I got an idea.

- Whatever it is, I'm not interested.

(dramatic music)

- Look, sign here.

(dramatic music)

Well, now that puts (playful music)

everything in apple-pie order, doesn't it?

- Well, what happens now? (dramatic music)

- Don't worry, I'll handle everything.

- How long before she's out?

- An hour, depends.

(intense music)

(sultry music)

- Even watching a girl like that can be dangerous.

Look at her, every time her boot touches the ground,

there's a tuft of smoke.

- Well, then I'll do all the watching, okay?

- Oh, no, Tex, as long as this car is up for collateral,

she's not getting outta my sight.

- That gentleman insists you're my guardian angel.

I thought we understood each other.

- Well, I think we do.

- You thought I was unhappy in there?

- Ha, what else?

- But, I was confronting a whole new set of experiences.

- So, we'll confront a whole new

set of experiences on the outside.

- But, I told you not to bother.

- Well, there's an old Siberian proverb that says,

"When a woman says no, she means yes.

"When she says yes, she means yes," right?

- Wrong!

(cars revving) (birds twittering)

- Well, that's my buddy, Tod.

- Hater of Siberian proverbs.

(cars revving)

- Uh, remember me?

- Rank is the garlic in the salad of charm.

Don't you hate aphorisms like that?

All the glib little packages of evasion,

which sound so true, but are really so false?

- Um, speaking of packages, uh...

(cars revving)

(thudding)

(rustling)

well, I figured you couldn't stand trial

in those motorcycle trousers tomorrow, but,

if you walked in wearin' this,

oh, I bought you some shoes and jazz.

I wasn't sure of the size, but, well, I had a lot to go on.

- A memory like an aerial mapping camera.

- (giggling) Where do I try it on?

- Why not my place?

- Our place!

(playful music)

(clinking) (playful music)

Do you know what parataxic distortion is?

- She's been in there an hour.

(clinking)

- 42 minutes.

Parataxic distortion?

(loud clinking)

- Are you gonna drink that thing or stir it to death?

(clinking)

- Well, parataxic distortion goes like this,

even though there are only two people in a room,

actually, the number of people also present,

imaginary people, can be hair-raising!

(thudding)

(sighing)

And it doesn't come from drinking!

It comes from sick, sick little minds.

- Fascinating, very fascinating, yes.

- Now, you take us, for instance.

Somebody looking in here, right now,

would see only two people, right?

- I'll drive tonight.

- But, they'd be wrong.

There's Buz Murdock, the real Murdock,

warm, genuine, solid, and then there's Tod Stiles.

Well, we all know Stiles, fine fella.

But, then there's Vicki.

Now, you may think she's in the bedroom,

but she's in here, in our minds.

The Vicki you see, and the Vicki I see.

So, already, we have four people, right?

Then there's the calculating Buz.

The Buz who says, "How can I shake this guy at the bar?"

The sly Buz, the old rug trader,

out shopping for the magic carpet.

And, then we have Tod, the crafty, the witchdoctor,

full of tricky voo-doo, in case any of the

guests try to sneak out.

Yes, it's gonna be quite a bash!

All those people in such crowded quarters.

- That's parataxic distortion?

(match flicking)

- Well, popularized, I'll grant you.

- Well, I've done very well without it

all these years, and if you don't mind,

I'll just keep going it alone.

- Alone?

Yes, I do mind.

Until tomorrow has come and gone,

the very word, alone, causes me to shudder.

Until Vicki has stood before the bar of justice

and paid her debt to society,

and I have the pink slip on the car back,

after that, now you may not believe this,

I don't care what you and Vicki do,

but until then, consider us a crowd.

Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

(door clicking)

(sultry music)

- Hi.

- Martini?

- Please?

(sultry music)

- I better warn you, that when I turn into a girl,

I do all kinds of foolish and impulsive things.

- Right.

(giggling)

- Well, that's what little girls are made for.

(giggling)

With or without an olive?

- Just the olive, please.

Drinking dulls the senses.

Do you know much about Zen?

- She means Zen Buddhism.

- I know what she means.

- Well?

- Well, lemme put it to you this way,

if you're a Martian, then I'm a Martian.

If you're a Zen, Zen I'm a Zen! (laughing)

- You mustn't take on other people's coloration.

That's self-destructive.

- Your martini?

- Keep nothing in reserve, let nothing go to waste.

Express nothing under disguise.

Put all of you into what you feel.

When you live each moment like this,

you are said to be a gold-maned lion.

You are wholehearted, then, and divinely human, that's Zen.

- Where do I register?

(giggling)

- What foolish and impulsive things shall we all do tonight?

- Why don't we go for a motorcycle ride, just the two of us?

- Yeah. - Now, how would that look

in court, tomorrow?

- Oh, well, what else can we do?

- You like to dance?

- Who doesn't? (giggling)

(cheerful music)

(soft swing music)

(door thudding)

(giggling)

- Place is a drag, isn't it?

I got the check, so we can go.

(soft swing music)

(laughing)

- [Bartender] Guaranteed dehydrated for dry martinis.

- Anyway, they dug back into our background,

and do you know, sure enough,

way back somewhere in some Irish or Scottish Bog,

I'm a little hazy about

the geography of the ancestral castle,

they came up with

a Sur-something-or-other, (telephone ringing)

with two hyphens, mind you, not the ordinary one.

- [Man] Mr. Landers.

- Well, that was the very

coat of arms that my mother dreamed about.

Do you know it cost my father $2500?

I mean pedigree probes don't come cheap, you know,

and I don't know how much more, because

she insisted he put it - I'm just in the bar, here,

- on our stationary,

and on our Christmas cards, - having a couple of drinks,

and they had it painted

in gold even. (laughing) - Why don't ya come on out?

Over the fireplace, and insisted

he have gold cuff links made. (laughing)

- [Man] I see.

Well, from then on,

- I always called Daddy - Goodbye.

my darling double-hyphen.

- That was my wife on the phone.

Yeah, I'm still talkin' to her.

Yes sir, I'm still talkin' after 23 years

of being married to the same woman,

and I told her that I was standing not six feet

from the most beautiful girl in the world.

And you know what she said?

She told me I was a drunken phony.

Yes sir, a drunken phony,

and they oughta cut off my credit and throw me out.

You wouldn't do that to me, would you, Phil?

Hey, Phil wouldn't do that to me.

I owe him too much money.

(laughing)

He can't afford to throw me out.

- Look, friend, this is a private conversation.

- How 'bout a drink?

- I'll buy you one.

Freddy, drinks all 'round!

I asked my wife to come down and join me.

You know, just one drink,

and meet this beautiful princess at the bar.

She said, "No."

She's not very social, you know.

(ice rattling)

She hates me, how 'bout that?

A whole lifetime, and whaddaya end up with?

Somebody who hates ya.

(indistinct chattering)

You married?

- No.

- You gonna marry these two?

- They haven't asked me.

- They're apes, we're all apes.

(glass thudding)

Look at this, guess how many carats?

- 20.

- Who told you?

- Sense of diamonds is a secondary female characteristic.

- A man works all his life, and he winds up with a pair

of 20 carat cuff links, and a wife who hates it.

Are you a princess?

- My father thought so.

- Then you are a princess.

- She's a golden lion.

- She's a girl!

Lions are boys, and you keep outta this, sonny.

- To Vicki!

- Hear, hear, to Vicki!

(indistinct chattering)

- Why are you so sad?

- You can tell, huh?

(indistinct chattering)

I agree with your father.

You are a princess.

(indistinct chattering)

- Come on, knock it off, will you?

(thudding)

(melancholy jazz music)

- Take me outta here, please.

(melancholy music)

(easy swing music)

(motorcycle revving)

(exciting swing music) (motorcycle revving)

(music softening)

(sultry swing music)

(music swelling)

(intense music)

(car doors thudding)

(knocking)

(knocking)

- Alright, wait a minute.

(knocking) (sighing)

Alright, coming.

(sighing)

- Stiles?

- What time is it?

- You Tod Stiles? - 10:30.

- (sighing) Oh, well, he's probably at work.

- Where's work?

- Uh, why, what's the matter, somethin' happened?

- Until I've heard his side, that's still an open question.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

His side of what, what's going' on?

He's not in there.

- No?

- No, go on, look if you want.

- Jim.

Who're you?

- Uh, Buz Murdock.

- Oh, yeah, you were with Stiles

yesterday in that car, and knocked out the window on Sixth.

- Yeah, that's us.

- Where does he work?

- Look, he's a nice guy,

and he follows all the rules and regulations.

Now, he's innocent, even if he's proven guilty.

That's the way it is with me.

You ask some questions, that's okay, 'cause that's your job,

but I ask some too, and that's common courtesy.

So, what's goin' on?

- Only one bed slept in.

- Well, yesterday, that law-abidin' buddy of yours signed

a bail bond for the release

of that blonde tornado we had in the storm cellar.

- Well, if putting up bail for somebody is against the law,

then I'm the boy you want,

because I got him to go for that.

- Late last night--

- 12:06 a.m.

- Did you also get him to go for the towing

and impound charges on her motorcycle?

- Towing and impound?

- Don't ask me how, but he

soft-talked the garage into releasing it,

and I did not sign an authorization.

(curtains squeaking)

(cars revving)

- Well?

- Yeah, he works at the railroad yard,

but this morning I don't think you'll find him there.

- Neither do I, but I guarantee we're gonna check.

- Uh, what time is Vicki due at court?

- Two o'clock.

They're probably in South Dakota by now.

(door thudding)

(intense music)

(gravel crunching)

- [Attendant] Fill 'er up?

- [Buz] I see you live at the back of the station, there.

You hear a motorcycle go by here last night?

Woulda been about one o'clock.

- [Attendant] We're northbound, here,

get most of the Phoenix traffic.

Hear cars and trucks all hours.

- [Buz] Well, this was a motorcycle.

It sounds like a sidewinder.

- [Attendant] Rattler?

- [Buz] Rocket.

- [Attendant] Didn't hear nothin' like a rocket last night.

- [Buz] Thanks.

(car revving) (soft intense music)

(motorcycle revving) (fast sultry music)

- (sighing) That did it.

Good to the last drop, but not good enough.

- I'm not worried about our finding the highway,

or even some sign of civilization.

I'm worried about you missing your day in court.

- How far would you say that is?

- 30 or 40 miles.

- Traveling by night, keeping outta the sun by day,

person can move 20 miles to one gallon of water.

- And without any water?

- Oh, if you dehydrate 15% of your body weight, you die.

It's that simple.

- Well, now that we've had

the cheerful statistics, let's go.

- Which way?

- (laughing) You know, I get

the feeling you're enjoying this.

- (giggling) I enjoy everything,

and I never made a boy walk home before.

Do you have a watch?

- Vicki, I've been all over the country

and met dozens of girls, but never anybody like you.

- Preferably one with large face?

- Vicki, I--

- Suppose I were to be

as honest with you as I could possibly be,

fooling you no more than I fool myself?

Still, you wouldn't know me, and I wouldn't know you.

Because no matter how much we cry for light,

we're all sleepwalkers fumbling in the dark.

Sometimes we manage to touch,

for a moment, but then we pass.

Tuscon's that way.

- You don't believe that, Vicki,

or wouldn't be what you are.

You'd be depressed and defeated.

- Why didn't you ask me how I know which way Tucson is?

- (chuckling) Alright, how do you know which way Tuscon is?

- Simply point the arrow hand toward the sun, like so,

and the north/south line lies midway between

the hour hand and 12 o'clock.

- Which is north and which is south?

- The sun's always in

the western part of the sky after 12 o'clock,

and it's two o'clock, now.

- Case 5391, State versus Jane Doe,

alias Vicki, step forward.

(door clicking)

Jane Doe?

(door clicking)

- Sheriff, there's a country call on the office phone.

(birds twittering)

- Here, one good petticoat.

- Well, it's my color, but not really my size.

Thanks, anyway.

- Be sure the four pieces are cut

each six inches long at the front and the back.

- You know, I'm glad I'm not one of those men

who stops feeling like a man

when a woman starts acting like a man should.

- Stay with the tire, Tod.

- I took a coffee pot outta the saddle bag.

Would you toss it over?

(thudding)

(scraping)

- Ah, we oughta get at least a pint outta this.

- Mm, maybe even a fifth!

- As soon as you've made those rubber shoes,

you'd better start digging two holes.

- What for?

- For us.

- You mean we're quitting already,

and you, our survival officer?

- No, we're gonna burrow under the sand

'til the sun goes down, reduces water loss.

We'll start walking tonight.

- I have one little suggestion.

- Yes?

- Why two holes, why not just one?

(playful music)

(intense music) (indistinct chattering)

(motorcycles revving)

(intense music) (indistinct chattering)

(motorcycles revving) (intense music)

(horses whinnying)

(motorcycles revving) (intense music)

(horses galloping) (intense music)

(motorcycles revving)

- Hal, (drowned out by motorcycle revving)

(light jazz music)

- [Tod] Vicki!

(light jazz music)

(radio knob clicking)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps pattering)

- Would you mind slowing down a little?

One of my pogo sticks is about to blow a pogo.

- I didn't realize I was walking too fast.

- And do we have to try to reach Mars with that transistor?

I dunno about your ears, but one of my drums

went out about three miles back.

- On a night like tonight, clear and dry,

the music can be heard for miles!

It'll help the searchers.

- What searchers?

- Society's organized to find lost people.

That is, if they're lost in the desert or at sea.

(radio knob clicking)

(light jazz music)

(footsteps pattering)

(light jazz music)

(footsteps pattering) (light jazz music)

- Ooh! (clattering)

(Vicki drowned out by radio)

- Now, what were you saying?

- I said, how do you expect

to be found if you don't keep moving?

- Who wants to be found?

(crickets chirping)

(rocks rumbling)

- [Buz] That's Tod, the old desert fox.

- [Officer] He looks more like a wolf to me.

- You have to remind me, huh?

(crickets chirping)

(intense music)

(fife and drum music)

- Good show, old chap,

devilish business back there at the pass.

Bad guys thicker than flies, what.

But you managed to get through there, Stiles.

The Queen's lancers, they'll be proud of you.

And, this must be the Mufti Sasahi Bonal's daughter.

Handsome baggage, eh?

Oh, there'll be peace now, in the Khyber!

(fife and drum music)

(fanfare)

(horses galloping) (dramatic music)

- I hope you enjoyed our desert air, Miss Vicki,

because you won't be coming back here for a long, long time.

(sultry music)

- And the defendant does not contest

the facts brought out in this case?

You do admit that you are Miss Vicki Russell,

daughter of James Edward Russell

of New York City, now deceased?

- Yes.

- And that you are the sole beneficiary and heir

to an estate amounting to something in excess of, uh,

(papers rustling)

27 million dollars?

(court murmuring)

(gavel pounding)

- In the circumstances, your bizarre

and bohemian behavior in this community

is even more inexcusable.

Your dedication to non-conformity,

your flouting your convention,

your specific violation of the statutes of the city,

your insolence in failing to appear for trial yesterday.

Your deliberate romp in the hills

which cost this city and county

many countless hours of time searching for you,

many wasted dollars, wasted gasoline, wasted food,

totaling up to a pattern of anti-social behavior,

which this court would find

reprehensible enough in the most,

recidivistic, vagrant.

But coming from a girl who has wealth,

education and advantages available to few,

such behavior is even more unforgivable,

even more inexplicable.

I cannot vigorously express enough the indignation

of this court toward such irresponsibility.

Before I pronounce sentence, is there anything

you might care to say which might cause me

to revise my opinion?

- You say I'm rich?

Yes, I'm very rich, because my parents left me

much more than money, they left me love.

It's not easy to be a pilgrim, or a rebel.

But how else can you give yourself to life?

I'm not looking for myself, Your Honor,

I'm on no search, like all those men last night.

Because what I want can't be found by looking,

only by living, so I've given myself to life.

I let it take me where it will.

Not try to make life give itself to me.

Don't you understand?

- If all of us practiced your lack of restraint, young lady,

the very freedom you profess to seek would be destroyed,

and the maturity we have achieved as an organized society

would become an absolute chaos.

It's a lovely thing to seek

the basic deeper meanings of life,

but respect for each other and for the law

which protects us from each other cannot be flouted.

It is the judgement of this court

that you be sentenced to ten days in jail.

(court murmuring)

(gavel pounding)

However, sentence is suspended,

in the event you permanently absent

yourself from this county within the next hour.

If at any future time, you are found

within the limits of Pima County, Arizona,

sentence is imposed automatically.

Next case.

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(melancholy jazz music)

- [Man] Case 5392, State versus Charles Marino.

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(soft music)

- No forwarding address?

- How do we keep in touch, where can we find you?

- At Railroad Watch.

Just point the hour hand toward the sun,

and the north/south line lies

midway between the hour hand and 12 o'clock.

- Which is north, and which is south?

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(motorcycle revving) (upbeat jazz music)

("Route 66 Theme" by Nelson Riddle)

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