Roadgames Page #3

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if you don't mind.

What does it matter

what my name is?

I can't stick around,

I can't involved.

I've got a load of meat that...

It has to do with this

business on the news about...

What?

No, meat!

Pigs!

(thumping noise)

I'm carrying meat, mate!

M-E-A-T!

As in meat!

Right, well, it has to do with

a guy in a dark green van.

What?

(man muttering)

Well, I'm trying to, but

listen if you just hold on,

and listen to me for a second...

Excuse me.

Have any of you fellas seen

a guy in a dark green van?

(radio murmuring)

(coin jingling)

Thanks.

(loud rock music)

I'm sorry.

No, I was talking about

a guy in a green...

Green.

(loud rock music)

Green, hold on, hold

on, just a second.

Hey, man, would you

kill that music, please?

Hello?

What?

No, it's Quid!

Q as in quartermaster, U as

in utopia, I as in ice cream.

L-C-E-C-R-EH"

Oh, Jesus.

I cannot stick around, I have

gotta get my porkers to Perth!

No, no, it's Q-U-I-D!

D as in death to young

girls, you cretin!

(phone clanging)

Excuse me.

(twinkling music)

- That your dingo?

- Yeah.

- There's a bounty on

'em in this district.

- Well, he's just a pet, and

anyway, we're travellin'

on through.

- Neither here nor there

to the locals, sport.

They shoot 'em on sight.

The law.

You wouldn't wanna break

the law, would ya, mate?

- Boswell!

Boz!

- Madeline Day, but Floyd,

that's my husband, the idiot,

he calls me Sunny

as in Sunny Day.

(Madeline muttering)

(dog whines)

- Boswell, what happened?

(engine rumbling)

Son of a b*tch!

(engine rumbling)

(car rumbling)

(horn honking)

(boat ringing)

What the hell?

(boat ringing)

(horn honking)

What the hell's gotten into him?

(bell ringing)

(horn honking)

(crashing noise)

Okay, buddy, if that's

the way you want it.

(grinding noise)

(crashing)

(metal scraping)

(tyres screeching)

(boat ringing)

(loud crashing)

(thunking noise)

tyres screech)

Well, what do you

know about that?

What do you say, Boswell?

Third time lucky?

Aren't you kinda young to

be hitchhiking out here

by yourself?

- Aren't you kinda old

to be picking me up?

- It's not a pick

up, it's just a lift.

I don't usually

pick up hitchhikers.

- What makes me the exception?

- I don't know.

I guess I kinda

felt sorry for ya.

- I didn't know there were

any chivalrous truck drivers.

Oh, what happened to your dingo?

- You didn't, by any

chance, happen to see a guy

in a green van?

- Yeah, why?

I wonder why he

didn't pick me up.

- You sound a little

disappointed that he didn't.

And how old are

you anyway, hitch?

- Old enough, how old are you?

- Old enough to be your father.

- My father's 67.

- Oh.

- You know, maybe he

makes love to 'em first.

- Hitch, does your 67 year old

father know you accept rides

from truck drivers?

- [Hitch] My name isn't hitch.

- Does your mother

know you're gone?

- She's dead.

My father lives with a whore.

- So, you ran away?

- No, I walked away.

- Well, Hitch, don't you

think it might be a good idea

to call him and let him

know that you're alright?

- Ah, maybe that's how

he gets his rocks off.

- Your father?

- No, your Mr. Smith or Jones.

You know, the Boston

Strangler was on a sex trip.

God, maybe he makes

love to 'em afterwards.

- Oh, c'mon.

- Well, why do you

think he does it?

- I don't know, I mean I

really don't know that he does.

I don't want us to get

carried away about this.

- Are you kidding?

It's the most fun I've

had all afternoon.

- [Quid] Okay, I've got a game.

- [Hitch] Good, scrabble.

- [Quid] No, let's call

it the Smith or Jones game.

- [Hitch] Sounds interesting.

- [Quid] Alright, now let's

assume that there is a method

to his madness.

That everything he does is

for a logical purpose, right?

- [Hitch] Okay-

- Okay, now he's

just killed a girl.

- Did he make love to her first?

- I don't know,

what's the difference?

- It makes a lot of difference.

I think in order to

play the game properly,

we have to know what

he thinks of women.

- It's my game!

- Okay, Sherlock.

- It's the method

we're interested in.

Now, he just killed this girl.

Now, how does he

destroy the evidence?

- Cuts it up.

- Yeah, but why?

- So, the pieces won't be found.

- Yeah, but pieces

don't prove anything.

I mean, you can put an arm

or a leg out with the garbage

and it proves nothing, right?

- That's ridiculous.

- Yeah, but it's the law.

I mean, you can lose an arm

or a leg without necessarily

being dead, right?

- Yeah, but--

- But if you lose your torso,

you're definitely dead.

- You lose your torso,

I think you've had it.

- But one torso is pretty

much like another that--

- Oh, foul!

You lose a turn.

I don't think it's so

important what he does.

It's why, I mean, what

does he think of women?

- You're kidding?

- No, I mean, wouldn't you like

to know what he's thinking?

You know, get inside his head.

- I'd like to get inside

his friggin' lunchbox.

I'll tell you what he thinks

of women, he despises them.

He thinks they're pigs.

- But why?

You know what I think?

I think you have much more

fun sitting up here with your

stereo and your air

conditioning and your dingo.

I don't think you wanna know.

You always done this?

- No, I've not always done this.

When I was your age, I was

first mate on a gun boat

in the Persian Golf.

- John bloody Wayne.

- Well, the time I was 30,

I was transporting guns

across the Sudan

border by camel.

- By camel.

Now you're pushing

piggies to Perth.

- Hitch, don't you think

you should let somebody

know you're alright?

- [Hitch] Nah, Why?

- Your father might have

the cops out lookin' for ya.

- Nah, he wouldn't do that.

- Ch yeah?

(siren wailing)

- Would you step down, please?

(radio murmuring)

What you carrying?

- Pigs.

- You in the habit of

picking up hitchhikers?

NO.

- You pick up a

hitchhiker last night?

- What?

- The manager of the

Melbourne Car Motel

claims you checked

in with a young lady

fitting the description

of a missing person.

" Me?

- Your name is on the register.

- What?

Well, look, anybody could've

copied my name off the truck.

- Why would anyone

want to do that?

- Now, wait a minute.

What happened to

that girl anyway?

- What makes you think

something happened to her?

- Well, look, I don't want

to get hung for something

I didn't do.

- Meat is hung, men are hanged.

- What's happening?

What? Did you tell 'em

about the lunchbox yet?

- Oh, sure.

- And where were you a

week ago last Saturday?

- Port Hedland, I was carrying

some mining equipment.

- And the Saturday before that?

- Melbourne, yeah, I was laid

up overnight in Melbourne.

Why?

- The logbook confirms he was

where he said he was, serg.

- Logbooks can be cheated.

Book of lies they're called,

aren't they, Mr. Quid?

- Has this got something to do

with the thing that happened

on the radio?

Because if it does,

I suggest that you

catch up with the guy in

the green van because--

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