Roadgames Page #4
- Year:
- 1981
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a hitchhiker last night,
and then about
4:
30 this morninghe watched the garbage
bags being collected
outside the motel,
and now he's burying
more garbage.
Doesn't that seem a
little weird to you, lady?
- You truck drivers
take drugs, don't you?
You've got the DDTs.
- Cast to the wind
thy ghastly sin.
- Pardon?
- That's it.
The ghastly sin is dissipated.
Erased from existence,
and another thing a body wouldn't
last half a day out here
with all the birds
and the insects.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
Stolen from a young girl
in the back of a van
or a seedy motel.
Terrible guilt.
Awful guilt.
it can only be obliterated
by spreading the evidence
all over the countryside.
Jesus.
- I think I'd like
to get out here.
- No, wait, wait a minute,
now don't be silly.
Now, listen, what exactly
did they say about this guy
on the news?
- I don't know what you
mean, I don't know anything.
- Hey, now come on, lady,
you're supposed to be
the authority on weirdos.
Now, come on, help me out.
It was something about
Jack the Ripper or...
- I don't know what
you're talking about!
- I'm just talking about
a hunch, that's all.
- I wanna get out!
- Wait, wait, wait,
first, I've got a game.
- I don't wanna play.
- It's animal.
No!
- It's bigger than a breadbox,
- That is a sick game.
A human being is not an animal!
I know what you're thinking
and it wouldn't fit
in a rubbish bag!
- Oh, yes, it would if
you cut off the damn head!
- Stop it!
(sobbing)
Hey, lady!
Lady!
Lady, stop!
(terrifying orchestral music)
Now, lady, I am not gonna
hurt you, I promise.
Listen, you stopped me
on the road, remember?
I'm just a truck driver.
I know I talk a lot and I'm
given the flights of the
imagination, but there's
no need to be afraid of me.
Lady, please, lets just
go back to the truck, okay?
- We don't want trouble,
- Yeah, but who does?
- Then they threatened
my children.
night, they killed our dog.
When the police came,
they said the strike
was Floyd's fault.
We've got our own problems,
mister, we don't need
anybody else's.
I didn't see any man
back there, understand?
- Yeah, I think I do.
anything to do with police
and no more games.
- Right.
No more games.
Hello, hello, I'm trying to
get in touch with the nearest
police station.
Right, right, hold on a second.
Hello, my name is Quid, and I'm
calling from the roadhouse
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