Shockley... I really do have a college degree.

Gus Mally:

Shockley...? Ben Shockley:
Yeah? Gus Mally:
What's gonna happen at the border? Ben Shockley:
We'll pick up an escort to take us to Phoenix. Gus Mally:
Who? Ben Shockley:
Police. Arizona Police. Gus Mally:
How do you know? Ben Shockley:
Because I asked for 'em. Gus Mally:
Did you call the same person you telephoned from the house? [looks worried, brushes through her hair with her hand] Ben Shockley:
Yeah. Gus Mally:
Well, when I saw you back there in the culvert, you said you'd been set up. Ben Shockley:
It seemed that way at the time. Gus Mally:
What's changed since then? Ben Shockley:
[at a loss]
What are you trying to say? Gus Mally:
That somebody's trying to kill me. And since you're along, you're a target too. That car that blew up, and those two guys who shot at us, now that could've been the Mob, but back at the house there, those were cops outside, and somehow they got the wrong message. Now maybe it was a legitimate mistake, maybe not, but if it wasn't, who would have given them the wrong message? Ben Shockley:
How would I know? It wouldn't be my guys, not the guys on my own force, for Chrissakes! Gus Mally:
You're probably right, but... I mean, let's just say that there's a chance you're wrong. Just one chance in a thousand. [this strikes home with Ben] Gus Mally:
The state line is a pretty lonely place to find out. Constable:
You hear what she said about your own people? You going to sit there and take that shit? Ben Shockley:
How far is The state line? Constable:
About ten miles. Gus Mally:
Shockley... I really do have a college degree. [throws her hair back, as the car passes through hilly country]