The Hitcher Page #2

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 we

come up on 4.:
00, I've got

something nice and mellow

for all you night owls

out there.

Here's a classic

from David Soul.

(DON'T GIVE UP ON US PLAYING)

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!

We gotta warn these people.

(HORN HONKING)

Sir, you got to stop!

Hey! Hey!

The guy in the back

of your car is crazy!

He pulled a knife on us!

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.

What about

those people?

It's gonna be okay.

No, it isn't.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Hey.

Oh, God.

Hey!

Stop!

Hey!

Stop. Stop!

Stop! Please!

Please!

Please stop!

Nobody stops for strangers.

Jim.

Oh, no.

You stay behind me.

He might still be inside.

Just stay here.

You don't want to see this.

Why?

Just stay there. Please.

(RELIGIOUS PROGRAM

PLAYING ON RADIO)

What is it?

Don't you come over here,

all right?

Just... Please! Please!

Oh, sir! Sir!

(MAN GROANING)

(WHIMPERING)

Oh, Grace, Grace,

this guy's really bleeding.

I think we got to

leave the knife in.

I don't know.

What do we do?

What do we do?

Open the back door.

Can you clear it out?

We gotta get him

to a hospital.

Okay.

Come on, Grace!

Sir?

GRACE:
Okay.

It's all right, sir.

Come on, pick him up.

Pick him up.

Come on, you gotta just...

(MAN MUMBLING)

JIM:
Sir?

Sir, stay with me,

all right?

I'm gonna get him

in the back seat.

I'll get his legs in.

Okay, go on. Come on.

JIM:
You gotta drive.

Sir, please...

Oh, God...

JIM:
Grace!

Be with me in this darkness,

dear Lord.

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