Exploring the Hills: The Making of 'The Hills Have Eyes 2'

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No! No! No! No! No!

- No! No! No! No! No!

- Die!

Colonel Redding.

Now there's a piece of work.

I can 't believe he's having us

wire up this hellhole.

He's obsessed with something.

What's he expecting to find down there?

Ghosts of old miners?

They're here.

Hey.

You ready to test?

All right.

You got everybody?

Number one's dead.

How about now?

Good there.

How about the security dummies?

They're dead, too.

Hold on.

What the hell?

What you got?

I got a shitload of false readings.

Stand by.

Again?

What's going on here?

Damn it.

We just lost our feed.

I'll go check the main junction.

Spooky down there, isn 't it? We're

the first ones in there since the 50s.

Maybe it is haunted.

Glad it's you and not me in there.

Oh, f*ck!

What's with the junction box?

It's history.

Our friends the rats again.

They love the taste of the insulation.

All right, I'll call base, should be able to

get a backup here in an hour or so.

Shit.

Dr. Wilson, have you seen Foster?

Calibrating the infrared sensor

up top the mountain.

- Dumb sons-a-bitches.

- Sorry, Colonel Redding.

Guys aren't supposed to be here

without a goddamn escort!

Wilson.

Wilson?

Wilson, come in.

Where are these guys?

Han, do you read me?

It's Foster.

Han, come in.

Han, it's Foster.

Hi.

Are you lost?

My name is Dr. Foster.

Do you have a name?

- Roonawee.

- Roonwee?

- Roonawee!

- Run away?

Foster?

Foster!

Now where are you?

Come on.

Come out of your holes.

Come on, you cocksucker

motherfucker sons-a-bitches!

Foster!

- Oh, shit.

- Oh, my God.

Go! Go!

Move out! Move out! Go!

- Keep moving! Keep mo--

- Go!

Oh, shit!

- Take cover!

- Come on, Crank!

- Spitter!

- Leave it!

I got to get my helmet.

Spitter, forget your fucking helmet!

Get back here!

It's not supposed to be this bad!

Die!

America's mothers suck cocks!

- What the f*ck did you say?

- Your American mothers suck cocks.

F*ck you!

America number one, bitch!

Crank, no!

- Crank!

- Let's move, pussies!

Crank, you dumb motherfucker!

Don't freak out!

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- Get back!

I know what to do,

get out of the way.

- Give him some cover!

- I got this! I got this!

You get out!

This is fortress of Allah!

Come on.

Napoleon, get the door!

- Get the door, man!

- What? I can't hear you.

- Get the fucking door!

- Door!

This is the mother of all doors!

Fall back!

- Shit! Take cover!

- Run!

Shit.

Mama.

You killed my babies!

Oh, no!

You killed my babies!

You killed my babies!

Watch out.

Watch her!

- We didn't mean to.

- No, Napoleon!

Kaboom.

Oh, you're dead.

Idiot.

A stunning display of individual

and group stupidity!

I'm in fucking awe!

Cole!

Never leave cover to retrieve your helmet!

You won't have a head

to put it on anyway!

Johnson, do not drop your weapon

to protect your ears.

You are better off deaf than dead.

Medina, since you

are not Rambo resurrected. . .

. . . do not charge while your head

is securely up your ass.

That's how innocent people get killed.

And you, Napoleon.

It's Napoli, Sarge.

You're quite the killer, aren't you?

Napoleon?

Almost got your whole squad

blown to hell in six seconds.

That's a mighty impressive body count

for somebody who's against the war.

- What?

- Oh, yeah, your brother didn't tell you?

Pretty mouth here's got himself

a bumper sticker.

It says "Conversation, not confrontation" .

What's up with that shit?

You against the war, Doonesbury?

Not all war, Sarge. I just think

that the President lies too much.

All presidents lie, asshole!

That's their fucking job.

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