Roadgames Page #5

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have done it.

I hope she steals...

Well, at least she

didn't get my wallet.

Now, she's all yours, Mr.

Smith or friggin' Jones.

Whatever your game is.

I mean, let's face it, what

have we got on him anyway,

Boz, huh?

What do we know about him?

I'll tell you what

we know about him.

We know absolutely zilch, nada.

I mean, is it against the

law to dig a friggin' hole

in the desert?

Is it a crime to have a

lunchbox and thump dingoes?

Or put out rubbish bags out

5 o'clock in the morning?

What does that prove?

So, what if he is a murderer

and he's going around

systematically butchering

every female in sight,

and makin' 'em into

tacos, who gives a sh*t?

If the cops don't care about

it, I tell ya, I don't.

I mean why is it my

responsibility to take care of

road waves?

We are truckers, Boswell,

and from now on we're gonna

truck and I don't wanna

hear another word about it!

(radio murmuring)

- [Radio] This is

the news in brief.

The United Meatworks Federation

still sees no end in sight

to the marathon strike, which

has left most of West

Australia without

fresh supplies of meat.

The spokesperson for the

union denied allegations

that union strong arm tactics

have been used against

the United Meatworks

accountant, Mr. Floyd Day.

Although, it is alleged

that Mr. Day and his family

have fled interstate.

Police in Melbourne and Perth

are seeking the assistance

of motorists in connection

with the disappearance

of 20 year old heiress,

Pamela Rushworth,

daughter of US diplomatic

adviser, Warren Rushworth.

According to Mr. Rushworth,

his daughter is traveling west

with a truck driver

described in his mid 40's.

Police have fears that the

truck driver, whose name

has not yet been released,

may be the same man

wanted in connection with the

disappearance of a missing

Melbourne girl.

Authorities are denying

any positive connection

between the two missing girls,

and the series of macabre

attacks on young female

hitchhikers in Queensland

and New South Whales.

Although, they remind the

public that hitchhiking is

extremely dangerous

and of course, illegal.

Allegations by a senior

medical officer in Sydney today

that drivers who operate

vehicles under the influence

of drugs...

(radio murmuring)

(engine rumbling)

- Maniac.

He cuts 'em up like a Sunday

roast, and the cops are out

lookin' for me.

They got nothing on me.

Nothing.

I'm not worried.

I can prove it.

Well, autopsy,

handwriting expert,

dispatcher.

I was on the road that night.

Hitch.

What was her name?

Pamela, I think it was Pamela.

(Quid thinking) Jesus, I hope

they didn't see. ..No

Cops couldn't have seen her.

What am I going to

do with this truck?

(truck rumbling)

(foreboding orchestral music)

Hitch?

(dog whimpers)

(woman moaning)

(dog whimpering)

(dog whining)

Coward.

(woman moaning)

(woman moaning)

- [Woman] Oh, Harry!

- Harry?

(woman moaning)

Harry and Hitch.

Hitch and Harry.

Didn't even bother

to park the van.

(glass shattering)

(clock ticking)

Boswell!

(whistles)

(truck rumbling)

I honestly thought she

was worth something.

Falls on her back, legs up.

Ready to give a good whack

to the first Tom, Dick,

or friggin' Harry

that comes along.

Oh, they're all the same.

They do it like animals.

No offense, pal.

Forget it, buddy, she isn't

worth a second glance.

(foreboding orchestral music)

Boy, I'll tell ya, I may

have to start taking dope.

I gotta do something do get

rid of these hallucinations.

(startling orchestral music)

Maybe he does make

love to 'em first.

One thing for sure,

I need some sleep.

(soft thumping)

(foreboding orchestral music)

(dog whining)

(thumping)

What's the matter,

buddy? You hear that?

(thumping)

(dog howls)

Oh, great, that's just what

I need for the freakin' meat

just to thaw out.

(dog whines)

What's the matter, buddy?

You know something I don't?

Just hold on, stay here.

(door creaks)

350 pigs.

Four on this side,

four on this side.

(Quid muttering)

20 on this side.

(Quid muttering)

(car rumbling)

352, 350, what's the difference?

We just miscounted, that's all.

- [Voiceover] 350

divided by eight...

- And I forgot to latch

the doors this morning

when I was talkin' to Hitch.

You know what probably happened?

Sam just threw a couple

of extras in by mistake.

- [Voiceover] Sam

doesn't make mistakes.

- Maybe he was a little

pale, I don't know.

He's always taking care

of his friends at Perth.

Happens all the time.

- [Voiceover]

That's 35 times two.

- And the meat at the front

wasn't frozen because...

- [Voiceover] Why?

- Well, we were goin' so damn

fast that the cold air

being heavier, well,

being more dense

just wasn't

circulating, that's all.

- [Voiceover] Hot air

Yeah, that's all.

(anxious orchestral music)

(exciting orchestral music)

Steep descent.

It's all down hill

from here, Harry.

Come on, baby, we're

gaining on 'em.

Come on.

He's slowin' down again.

(van rumbling)

He's run outta gas, I knew it.

Ah, sh*t.

Hey, Lester!

- Hey there, Quid!

- It looks like you

got some heat tonight.

- Bloody cops.

- Who they lookin' for anyway?

- Ah, always lookin'

for some poor bastard.

Let's get you weighed.

- Right.

(radio murmuring)

- Hey, you are 75 kilos over!

- Really?

- 'Bout the weight

of a hot TV set, eh?

(laughing)

How's the book of

lies? All in order?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen, Lester, I've got

a kind of priority, urgent

situation--

- Say no more, I

won't hold you up.

Hey, what are you carrying?

- Meat!

- Seems a bit more like

marijuana to me, eh.

Bloody animal, not mine, I

wouldn't have one myself.

No, no, it's a new TRB thing,

they train them to sniff out

marijuana.

- You got me, I confess.

- Crazy bastard, he wouldn't

know pot from pot roast.

- Yeah.

Listen, Lester, I better

get these piggies to market.

- I've got a fresh pot of

coffee on, and you know.

- Oh, thanks, Lester,

that's real nice of ya,

but I'll take a

rain check, okay?

- Oh, right, right.

On your way!

(truck rumbles)

Hold it, Quid!

You got something

wrapped around your axle!

- What is it?

- It's a bunch of wire and sh*t!

Probably why you're

- Alright, Lester, just let it be.

It'll be alright! Thanks anyway!

- I got some wire

cutters in the office!

It'll only take a second--

- No thanks, Les,

I'll see ya later!

- But you're gonna

bugger up your trailer

unless ya do something!

- Yeah, thanks for the hand!

(Lester shouting)

(foreboding orchestral music)

Sneaky bastard.

(horn honking)

(tyres screeching)

(siren wailing)

Christ, talk about the

meat in a sandwich.

He wants us to follow him.

Okay.

What kinda game is this?

(man muttering)

(horn honks)

(siren wails)

(grinding noise)

(tyres screech)

(glass shattering)

(grinding noise)

- Get on your knees and see

what's happening up there!

(glass shattering)

(horn honking)

(metal clanging)

(dog growling)

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