The Hitcher
(PHONE RINGING)
GRACE.:
(GROGGILY) Hello?You still asleep?
No, I'm not...
Get up. I'm outside.
Why? What time is it?
It's time to go.
Come on, hurry up.
You're late.
Hey.
Hi!
Sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
Good morning.
Morning.
Nice pj's.
Let's go.
We're going.
I know that look.
You got to pee.
No, I don't.
Yeah, okay. Yeah, I do.
Babe, we just left.
I know. I'm sorry.
We haven't even been
six blocks.
Well, I got to go.
Okay.
I'll be fast.
Okay.
Okay.
Can we go?
Yes.
You sure? Positive?
Yeah. Come on.
Gross.
Here. Hand me that water.
Grab the wheel.
Whoa, whoa.
Come on.
Yeah. That's impressive.
Thank you.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(MO VE ALONG PLAYING ON RADIO)
I'm excited
for the girls to meet you.
I can't wait to meet them.
Are your friends
gonna like me?
They're gonna love you.
(GASPING) Look out!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Oh, my God.
Oh, sh*t.
Did you hit him?
What the f***
was that guy doing
in the road?
Did you hit him?
No. I don't know.
I don't know. Sh*t.
You okay?
I'm gonna go see
if he's okay.
What? Why?
Grace, we're in
the middle of nowhere.
We can't just leave
that guy out here.
We gotta see if he's okay.
That guy is just
standing there, Jim.
He's not even moving.
What kind of freak
just stands
in the middle of the road
and doesn't even flinch?
Oh, man.
He's coming over here.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
No, please. Let's just
call somebody for help, okay?
Let's go.
I don't want to
pick up a stranger
out here.
All right. All right.
(ENGINE STALLING)
What's wrong?
Engine's flooded.
Come on. He's coming up here.
Come on...
JIM:
F***.Come on, start! Come on!
(ENGINE STARTING)
No signal.
This isn't right.
I'm sure someone else
will come along.
Yeah. I hope so.
You know, I never did
a full 360 before.
First one.
Just keep your eyes
on the road.
I will.
(EXCLAIMING)
Man, raining out there
pretty hard, huh?
Yeah.
Hey, Doritos or Cheetos?
Cheetos.
Ding Dongs or Twinkies?
Ding Dongs.
Damn. Lady knows
her processed foods, huh?
Yeah.
Pump number seven.
Hey, there's a guy broke down
a few miles back.
Can you send someone
with a tow, or...
Yeah, that's a no-can-do.
That's Buford's truck
out there.
Probably be back
around 7:
00.All right.
I'm gonna go
to the bathroom.
Good.
CLERK:
Oh.You need a key, ma'am.
And there you go.
I'm just joking with you.
Thanks.
That's a car, ain't it?
What?
That's a bad-ass
f***in' ride, man.
Regular little
p*ssy wagon, huh?
Right.
What do you drive?
Been fixing up this Camaro
in my back yard.
Guys want to take
a little break
from the drive,
you can come on over.
That's all right.
We got to get
on the road, man.
I got a couple of donkeys
in the back yard.
Me and my cousin
raise those things.
I got kicked in the eye.
That's why I got
a lazy eye and sh*t.
I tried to milk
that son of a b*tch.
You can't milk
a f***ing donkey, though.
You know what I'm saying?
(STAMMERING) Yeah.
All right. Anyway.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(INAUDIBLE)
I'm okay.
There you go.
Thanks.
Hi.
Hey.
You have a motel nearby?
There's one in Tatum,
Hey, I bet you he's that guy
who was having car troubles.
Yeah. Hey, sorry
for taking off back there.
That was you?
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
I wouldn't have
picked me up, either.
Yeah.
Would you mind giving me
a ride to the motel?
Yeah, okay.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What's going on?
This is the guy
we almost hit.
He can't get a tow
until morning,
so I told him
we could give him a ride
to the motel.
JOHN:
Hi.I'm John Ryder.
Grace.
Nice to meet you, Grace.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON IPOD)
So, where you from, man?
All over.
What do you do?
I'm between jobs. You know?
Yeah.
My dad changed jobs a lot
when I was a kid.
Yeah?
Yeah, he's a salesman.
It's Ford trucks now,
but he's sold
everything from Buicks
to farm equipment.
That's probably what
I'll end up doing, too.
Where you heading?
Lake Havasu. Spring break.
Sounds like fun.
Yeah.
I hope so.
She's a good-looking girl.
Thank you.
How long
you been f***in' her?
Excuse me?
It's a simple question.
How long you been f***ing
your wife?
I don't have one.
Well, what's with
the wedding ring, then?
It helps strangers
think I'm trustworthy.
Aren't you?
No.
Hey, hey, hey!
What the f***
are you doing, man?
All right, you know what?
That's it.
Ride's over, pal.
Keep driving.
All right. Okay? Okay?
Look, we don't want
any trouble, all right?
We just...
What do you want?
We got money.
I don't want your money.
What do you want?
You want the car?
I don't want your car.
Come on, man.
What do you want, man?
Stop!
Hey, what are you doing?
Jim.
If you f***ing hurt her,
you're a f***ing dead man!
Jim.
I want you to stop me.
Don't hurt her, all right?
Jim!
Then stop me.
(GASPING)
How? You're the one
with the f***in' knife.
All you have to say
is four little words.
"I want to die."
Say what?
"I want to die."
Don't say it.
For your sake, he better.
(CHUCKLES)
You want her to die?
No. No.
Say it!
Come on. I...
I...
Want...
Want...
To...
To...
Die.
I don't want to die!
Get his door! Get the door!
I'm going to kick
this motherf***er out!
Get the door!
(GRACE SCREAMS)
JIM:
Get out of my car!F***ing psycho f***!
F*** you, a**hole!
You okay?
Yeah.
Hey, hey, come on.
It's okay.
Hey, come on.
We're okay. It's okay, huh?
(SHUSHING)
It's okay.
We should call the cops.
Okay.
What is it? What is it?
My phone's gone.
(RINGING)
RADIO HOST.:
Well, as wecome up on 4.:
00, I've gotsomething nice and mellow
for all you night owls
out there.
Here's a classic
from David Soul.
Grace? Grace?
Morning.
Jim, I just wanna go home.
Come on.
We'll stop in the next town,
we'll get some food,
I'll talk to the cops,
and we'll be drinking beers
with your friends
by tonight.
Besides, we got one hell
of a story to tell.
Yeah, you just wanna
tell all my friends
you saved my life.
Yeah.
Let's go eat.
Look at this.
It is a beautiful day.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
You ever think
about having kids?
Sometimes. I don't know.
Yeah, I guess, eventually.
Oh, my God!
Pull up, pull up.
Sh*t!
(HORN HONKING)
Sir, you got to stop!
Hey! Hey!
The guy in the back
of your car is crazy!
JIM:
Stop the car, sir!He's dangerous.
Pull your car over!
The guy in the back
of your car is crazy.
He's dangerous!
He has a knife!
Pull over! He tried to...
Oh, sh*t!
GRACE:
What?(TRUCK HORN BLARING)
(COUGHING)
Grace.
GRACE:
Okay.JIM:
Oh, f***.We're fine.
You okay?
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah.
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
They didn't stop!
We gotta walk.
Give me a minute.
All right.
F***!
F***!
How did he find us?
I don't know.
Maybe he wasn't
looking for us.
Maybe it was
just bad luck.
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