The Hills Have Eyes Part II Page #3

Well, you know.

HARRY:
(Monstrous)

Slowly, the dying prospector

crawled across the desert floor.

Tongue black and swollen.

Fingers all ripped to pieces,

from the cactus.

You know, our late start

might have done us in.

If we don't make registration by 11:00,

we just might as well forget it.

ROY:

Hey we'll make it.

No sweat boss.

With a half hour to spare.

- Oh, sh*t!

- What, Foster?

"Don't forget to set your

clocks ahead one hour

and don't be among those

who are late for work Monday".

Because today ends Daylight Savings Time.

I can't believe it.

None of us remembered that.

ROY:

Alright. This is where we are,

and this is where the races are.

HARRY:

He's right over here, Cass.

RACHEL:

We'll never make it.

It's like this great big circle

we have to make.

We're gonna lose by default.

Unless we use Harry's maneuver.

- Harry's maneuver?

- Shortcut!

We're not getting off this road!

Shortcut, shortcut, shortcut!

Look Rachel. There's a road right here.

Cut's straight across.

It'll save us more than an hour.

Guaranteed.

C'mon Rachel. We came this far.

Please. Don't dump our chances now.

Okay. We'll put it to a vote..

- I say we turn back.

- Cass!

Look, I didn't build this damn bike

to watch it collect dust.

I say let's get across here however.

- Me too.

- Me three.

- Me four.

- I'm with 'em.

What's the big deal about taking

a little shortcut anyway?

You afraid of the desert too?

(Kids) Take one down,

pass it around

98 Bottles of beer on the wall

98 Bottles of beer on the wall

98 bottles of beer

Take one down,

pass it around

(Fades)

- Are you sure this is it?

- I'm sure it is.

It's Furnace Canyon Road.

It's right on the map.

On the map.

Is it solid or dotted?

Solid.

Sort of.

Roy, did you just see

something flash, over there?

No.

No. Me neither.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh what?

This map says we're heading

for a bomb range.

Holy sh*t!

- We're out of beer.

- (Laughing)

We're all gonna die!

We're all gonna be fried!

Alright, pipe down!

We are not on a bomb range

and we're not gonna be

human french fries or something.

- You got the map upside down, Hulk.

- I know that Rachel.

Keeps you on your toes.

Hey! Sign-e-ho!

Why don't I feel welcome?

Why would anybody put a welcome sign

way out here anyway?

Who'd put a welcome out here?

Jeez.

I tell ya, I have seen better roads

on a motor cross course admiral.

Yeah, we'd be late

if we went all the way back now.

What?

I think I smell gas.

I don't.

- Oh crud!

- What?

Just, that we started

in here with a half a tank

and now we're running on fumes.

HULK:

Okay. Foster, I did it good.

FOSTER:

Okay, temporarily. Pull it out.

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