Exploring the Hills: The Making of 'The Hills Have Eyes 2' Page #3

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Hold on!

Holy sh*t! F***!

Hold on!

Hold on, I got you.

- Sh*t!

- Hold on, I got you!

Shoot the f***er! Shoot him!

- Shoot him!

- I can't see in there!

I don't have a shot!

F***ing help me, man!

Goddamn it, I don't--

F***! Don't let go!

Don't let go!

Mickey!

Mickey!

Mickey!

Man, this is some bullshit.

What?

Thought I heard something.

A shot.

This is a military base.

People are shooting all over the place.

I think it came from camp. Has anybody

checked in with Amber recently?

Mickey's down there by now.

You know, he's got her in a tent. . .

. . . and they're doing a whole other

kind of training. Know what I mean?

- Sarge, up there.

- I see it!

Another one.

You two!

Get your asses up here!

Come on.

Hello!

Hello!

Oh, no.

The red and black high-top Forces.

What? And it's my size too?

What the f*** is it doing way up here?

Now, if we could only find

the other one we'd be in business.

Sarge! Over here!

Sarge!

F*** is in his head?

- Private Crackhead? Fish it out.

- Sh*t.

"Dr. Paul Foster,

Department of Defense."

Looks like we found one of our scientists.

Lock and load.

This isn't supposed to happen

on an army base.

- We're in a U.S. Military facility.

- The size of Rhode Island.

If some a**hole wants to go nuts,

this is a damn good place to do it.

Spitter, get Amber on the radio.

Stark nine, stark nine. Amber,

this is Spitter. You read me? Over.

Stark nine, stark nine.

Amber, this is Spitter. Read me? Over.

There's too much interference.

Sarge, we should go back down there.

Amber's fine.

She's got Mick and Napoleon.

- Help me.

- That their radio? Let me have it.

Colonel Redding, is this you?

Hello, can you hear me?

- That wasn't the same voice as before.

- Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

But if somebody's hurt,

we're gonna help him.

And if somebody is f***ing with us,

we're gonna find out who it is.

I've told you before,

this isn't spring break.

One way or the other, lives are at stake.

That's how it is.

Crank, Spitter, you stay with me on lead.

Missy, Stump, Delmar. . .

. . . you bring up the rear. Watch our backs.

Stay alert, and stay alive.

Let's move.

You hear something?

I don't know. Maybe a bird?

- Keep your eyes open.

- Okay.

What the f*** was that?

Sh*t!

What the fu--

No! Sarge!

D!

Spitter! F***!

Oh, f***, man. Sarge!

That was Spit, man.

- Sarge!

- I didn't mean to do that!

Sarge!

You hurt? You hurt?

- I didn't mean to do that.

- Do what?

Sarge!

What do we do?

Go get me the medi-pack.

D! Medi-pack!

Bring it over here!

F***, man.

What happened?

I swear, this dude just popped out of

nowhere and he stabbed Spit in the back.

F***, man, I didn't mean to. F***,

man, is he okay? Is he okay? F***!

Sarge?

Sarge? Come on, breathe.

Breathe, Sarge.

Sarge, stay with us.

What do we need?

What do you need?

Crank?!

Missy, what do you need?

Crank?! Crank?!

Tell them, man, tell them.

It was an accident.

It was a f***ing accident.

They're f***ing with us.

These guys are smart.

Amber?

Where's Mickey?

Watch between the rocks.

Under your feet, too.

That's how they got Mickey?

- That's how they did it.

- God.

What is it?

What do you see, Delmar?

It's nothing.

We're almost there.

All right, guys.

Let's rig a line and get Sarge down.

I'm going down with him.

Sorry, Spit, I don't know how

to rig for a two-man.

- Yeah, me either, man.

- I can do it.

All right.

All right, let's make it happen.

- You need two, right?

- Yeah.

Oh, and a couple of those carabineers.

Prop him up. Prop him up.

You sure you know what you're doing?

- Double bowline. Right knot for the job.

- You sure about that?

- I was an Eagle Scout.

- It better f***ing hold.

Come on, Spit, let's do it.

You ready? All right.

I'm sorry, Spitter.

It's the only way.

If he's loose, he'll fall out of his harness.

Okay?

See you down there, cabrn.

Okay, man.

Easy. Go easy.

- Okay.

- You got it, Spitter.

All right, man, plant your feet.

Take it easy.

Right there, Spitter. You got it.

Plant-plant your feet, man.

- You're doing good, Spitter.

- Little more. Little more.

Napoleon, get your thumb out

of your ass and help us out!

You feel comfortable? You looking

good, man. Keep it right there.

- Slow it down a little bit.

- Slow down, I'm about to lose visual.

Keep it slow, Spitter.

Y'all slow down. Slow down.

Spitter! Spitter! Spit!

- What happened?

- Sh*t.

What happened?

What happened?

He's f***ing dead, man.

- What the f*** happened?

- He's f***ing dead.

Your f***ing knot didn't hold,

you lying f*ggot!

- The rope must've broke.

- The rope didn't break.

- Exactly.

- It was cut.

Oh, man, we're getting picked off

one by one here.

Oh, you motherfuckers!

You motherfuckers are dead!

You hear me?!

Dead!

Sh*t.

Where are the ropes?

Who's got the rest of the ropes?

I put them up there.

They're gone.

They're not here.

We can't get down without the ropes.

Who the hell is doing all

of this f***ing bullshit to us?

Whoever these f***ers are,

they want us dead.

No, that's where they want us.

Thinking we got no chance.

We're gonna get out of this together.

Let's think about that.

- So how do we get down?

- There's got to be a way.

They got up here.

We'll take the same way down.

Watch your step.

It's a long way down.

Damn!

- You're not gonna like this.

- What?

F***, man!

Another dead end!

No way we're getting down

without ropes. I told you!

We go back and find another way.

Oh, sh*t.

D, why the f*** are we moving

towards the weird noises?

- Just shut the hell up.

- You shut the hell up. This is bullshit.

D!

Sh*t.

Go ahead and shoot.

- Let's get some first aid.

- Coming up.

Napoleon, let's watch our backs.

Colonel Redding?

Just hang on, sir, okay?

We're gonna get you out of here.

Where's your C.O.?

Where's your Commanding Officer?

We lost him.

Better let me see those wounds, sir.

You don't have a f***ing clue!

Jesus.

Sh*t!

Sir, if you know something

we should know, now's the time.

I just needed a little proof.

- Proof of what?

- What's going on here, Colonel?

It's not the fucks in caves. . .

. . . halfway around the world

that keep me up at night.

Right here in the middle

of our own goddamn base.

People still living in the mines.

They thought they got rid of them,

but I knew they didn't.

You knew about these f***ers?

One or two more nights. . .

. . . I could have had them blown back

to the Stone Age.

Tell us what to do, Colonel.

How do we get out of here?

That's a good f***ing question.

Isn't it?

You could. . . .

You could go down through the mines.

Except they'd kill you for sure.

All except the girls, you ladies. . .

. . . they'll keep you alive for breeding.

Trying to get their numbers back up.

What?

Yeah, whatever, a**hole.

How do we get down this hill?

Simple.

No, no, no!

What the f***?

What the f*** was that, man?

I don't know how much more

of this I can take.

I'm so f***ing scared.

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