Roadgames Page #4
- Year:
- 1981
- 332 Views
- According to this logbook,
you should have had a
12 hour stop over two days ago.
You don't have much respect
for the law, do ya, mate?
Well, if that young lady you
shacked up with last night
has come to any harm, we'll
know exactly who to talk to.
Won't we?
- It wasn't me.
Now, if you don't believe me
you can talk to the manager
of the motel.
- How long you had that dingo?
- Four or five years, why?
(engine rumbling)
- What's the matter?
Didn't they believe you?
- Believe me?
I'm lucky they
didn't shoot Boswell.
- Did you tell them
about our little friend?
" Who?
What?
- [Hitch] The guy in the van.
The guy...
' [Quid] I beg your pardon?
- Oh, I get it.
You know what this
means, don't you?
We're just gonna have
to get him ourselves.
- Oh, sure.
Elementary, my dear Watson.
Except our friend in the
van could be all the way
all we know.
- I don't get you, first, you
tell everybody this story,
and now you don't want
- No, not today.
- Why not today?
- Look, Hitch.
I'm not trying to lay a trip
on you, but we gotta pull
over for the night.
- Why?
- Regulations.
Nothing beside remains.
'Round the decay of
that colossal wreck.
Boundless and bare.
Alone and level sands
stretch far away.
So, you like my place?
- Needs work.
- Well, I only keep it
to impress the ladies.
- Yeah, I bet you they're
real impressed, too.
First stop on the
Pat Quid guided tour.
- Hitch, you can leave any time.
- What? Are you
gonna call me a cab?
By the way, name is
Pamela, not Hitch.
- Pamela what?
- That's all you need to know.
- I don't get it,
what's the mystery?
Are you on the
lam or something?
- What if I was?
Would you turn me in?
- Me? No.
- [Pamela] Well, I'm not.
- So, what have you got to hide?
The fact that your
somebody's daughter?
- Most girls are usually
somebody's daughter.
- But you're not just
somebody's, right?
- You're quick.
- Well, I mean you're
not what I would call the
typical hitchhiker.
I mean it's kind of obvious
that that look is not early
Salvation Army.
So, come on.
Who's your dad?
Come on!
I promise I won't
hold it against ya.
- He's in the diplomatic
service, let's call it.
- And you didn't
like the service?
- Life was incredibly
diplomatic in Canberra.
- Now, you're lookin'
for a little adventure?
- I'd go to Disneyland
for a little adventure.
What I'm looking for
is a little excitement.
What is this place, anyway?
- Oh, it's old
telegraph station.
It used to be a town of about
- [Pamela] What happened to 'em?
- They were devoured
by the dreaded
Oryctolagus Cuniculus
- Sounds erotic.
- Listen, listen very carefully,
you can hear him out there.
Munching.
Is he animal,
mineral, or vegetable?
Or is it man?
Advancing like an army
of plastic dentures
devouring his fellow man?
- And woman!
- And woman.
- Thank you.
What is it? Kermit?
(laughing)
Cunaclum?
- Cuniculus.
- What is it, anyway?
- A rabbit.
A bunny rabbit, no, I'm serious.
In the 1800s, it was a
plague of rabbits here,
and they ate all the vegetation,
and the sand dunes
began to advance.
It's why everybody left.
I guess it's why I like it here.
- [Pamela] Rabbits?
You're weird.
- Where ya goin'?
- Use your imagination.
- Hitch.
Pamela.
Watch out for the bunnies, huh?
(harmonica humming)
(thunder rumbling)
(soft guitar music)
(lightning crackles)
(foreboding music)
(soft orchestral music)
- Hello?
[Quid] H I - Hi! e k'!
What are you doing?
- Just keepin' the passengers
cold, can you shut the door?
You'll let the cold out.
Goodbye, young porkers!
Goodbye and keep cold!
Grade 50 above,
more than 50 below.
How ya doin'?
- Okay-
- Robert Frost.
- How'd ya sleep?
- Not bad.
How 'bout you?
(Pamela grunts)
Sleep not, dream not.
This bright day, will
not cannot last for aye.
- Emily Bronte.
- Right.
- Read much of her stuff?
- Yeah, I have.
- In school?
- No, I didn't go to school.
Self-educated more or less.
What's that old expression?
Education is hanging
around long enough--
- Why do you always do that?
- Do what?
- Talk in poems.
"Do I?
- Poems are old and dusty.
You're not old and dusty.
How old are you?
- Too old.
- I don't think so.
- What's that?
- Pig in a poke, you
better start shakin'.
Today's pig is tomorrow's bacon.
- TS Elliott?
- Hi, Daddy, it's me!
No, I'm fine.
Doesn't matter where
I am, I'm fine!
Hello, Nancy.
What do you mean, get raped?
He's actually a very nice guy.
Yes, he is a truck driver...
Look, I didn't call you...
I didn't call to get yelled at.
I just wanted to let
you know I'm fine.
(alarm ringing)
No, I'm not coming
back, not now.
Look, I'll call
ya later, alright?
(alarm ringing)
(man shouting)
- What he say?
- He was very diplomatic.
Then my step hooker
got on the line,
wants to know if I've
See what I'm up against?
- Yeah, well, at least
they know you're alive.
Jesus, let's get out of
here, that noise is driving
me crazy!
- I gotta use the ladies room!
- Okay, make it snappy!
(alarm ringing)
- Quid!
(alarm ringing)
- Here.
Excuse me.
(Quid muttering)
(alarm ringing)
(Pamela gasps)
Wait here.
(alarm ringing)
(man shouting)
Kinda caught you with your
pants down, didn't we?
You slimy son of a b*tch!
You know, butchering
young girls is one thing,
but when you hurt my animal
you made a big mistake, pal.
What's the matter? Cat got your
tongue, you miserable stink?
(man muttering)
Word of advice, shithead,
you try anything funny,
and this dog is gonna have
your eggs for breakfast.
(clock ticking)
(Pamela gasps)
You know, there's no way out.
Except down the S bend
or through me, cowboy.
I'm talkin' to you, Mr.
Smith or friggin' Jones,
or whatever your name is!
(dog wheezing)
(sneezing)
Oh, I'm sorry, mate.
I thought it was somebody else.
I apologise, really, I...
Hitch!
(startling orchestral music)
Go to the truck, Boswell!
(screaming)
(engine rumbling)
Sh*t.
Boswell!
Look out, mate, look out!
- Watch out for the
dingo, he's vicious!
- That's right!
He'll go straight for your
crotch if you're not careful!
Hey, hey!
If you read about this in
you'll know what it's all about!
(exciting orchestral music)
You gonna go straight
for his crotch, buddy?
That's funny, he's slowin' down.
Maybe he's outta gas.
Maybe this is some
new kinda game.
She doesn't look
too kidnapped to me.
Does she to you, buddy?
What the hell is she doin'?
Psychoanalysin' him?
Hey, you don't think she'd
be stupid enough to try
and blackmail him, do ya?
Well, I don't know, Bozzy.
Maybe we been barkin'
up the wrong tree.
(horn honks)
(foreboding orchestral music)
I told ya, man, I told ya the
first time we picked her up,
she is trouble.
I knew we shouldn't
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