All language subtitles for Road Games [680110].English

(gentle music)

(engine rumbling)

(brakes squealing)

(exhaust hissing)

- Oh, last motel in town again eh, Boswell?

Well, it's not exactly the Ritz but,

it sure beats spendin' another night

in the truck right mate?

Hey listen, get some nice clean sheets

and hot shower and after that we'll hop

into a restaurant and get some nice chow.

A little uh, pate foie gras, veal scallopini, dry marsala,

and if we're lucky we might even get

a Disco Dolly for dessert right mate?

(objects rustling)

(Quid groans)

Oh, and I won't forget the doggy bag.

Salacious vermin.

- [Radio Dispatcher] Base four to gypsy 397.

Base four to gypsy 397.

Do you copy?

- Oh God.

Shall we?

- [Radio Dispatcher] Base four to gypsy 397.

Do you copy?

- Mayday, mayday.

This is flight 77.

I seem to be in a great deal of trouble.

I'm going down.

I need help, over.

- [Radio Dispatcher] Is that you gypsy 397?

- Negative darling.

This is Quid, Patrick Anthony Quid,

as in British Sterling.

Over.

- [Radio Dispatcher] 397.

We have a priority urgent from Perth.

Melbourne Meatworks, five a.m.

Over.

- Negative base four.

I haven't slept since Wednesday.

I'm hallucinating.

Over.

- [Radio Dispatcher] I thought you truck drivers

took pills for that sort of thing.

- Darling, just because I drive

a trunk does not make me a truck driver.

Over.

- [Radio Dispatcher] Come on 397, is that affirmative?

There's a strike in the west.

They need meat.

- Uh, sweetheart there seems to be

a great deal of interference here uh, but I love you.

I've always loved you.

Over.

- [Radio Dispatcher] Why do we

always have trouble with you 397?

All right.

We'll go double time just this once.

- Affirmative base four.

Five a.m. Meatworks, double time.

Over and out.

Hey Boswell.

Isn't that that one fox we saw hitchhikin'

on the other side of the weighbridge?

I told you we shoulda picked her up.

Now that clown's gonna get her.

(siren wailing)

Hey, don't look at me pal.

Hugh, Smith or Jones, what's the difference?

I mean, who cares nowadays?

(siren wailing)

Let's go.

Come on.

(Quid sighs)

(door slams)

(engine sputtering)

Oh God.

(engine rumbling)

(Quid grunts)

(door slams)

First he steals my girl, then he takes my bed.

Okay Bozzy, it's you and me pal.

(objects rustling)

Now listen, no snoring and no evil smells.

(Quid groans)

I hope she steals his wallet.

I bet she doesn't even wait to take her socks off.

(guitar music)

(clock ticking)

(strings creaking)

(guitar music) (water splashing)

(clock ticking) (guitar music)

(water splashing) (guitar music)

(bins clattering)

- [Bill] Let's go!

Hey!

I'm not pickin' that stuff up, no, no.

Leave that, leave that.

- [Man] Okay Bill.

(dog barking) (Boswell whining)

- Oh.

(Quid grunts)

(door slams)

(birds chirping)

(Quid sighs)

(birds chirping) (engine rumbling)

(razor buzzing)

- Okay, yep.

Next one.

(razor buzzing) (siren wailing)

(dog barking)

Hey, chuck that up the back.

That'll do.

- [Man] Okay, pal.

(razor buzzing) (siren wailing)

(bag rustling) (Boswell sniffing)

(razor buzzing) (birds chirping)

- Boz!

(Boswell sniffing) (birds chirping)

(engine rumbling) (birds chirping)

- Yeah like I was saying, I nearly got a double last night.

Ah.

- Hey boys.

I haul in, you haul it out right?

(bags rustling)

(upbeat music)

(engine rumbling) (upbeat music)

(latch clinking) (upbeat music)

(engine rumbling) (upbeat music)

"With full devout courage of sundry folk

"by adventure fall in fellowship

"and pilgrims where they all."

Good morning pilgrims.

Morning.

"Me thinketh it according to resound to tell you all..."

Hello.

Been away on holiday, eh?

Lovely.

(engine rumbling)

Hm.

(kids laughing)

To Warrnambool.

Fred Frugal and his wife Frita.

- Get down.

- Frita Frugal.

- Just let your body--

- Say, she's a real dragon.

(engine rumbling)

- We should've turned right at the last left

and I told you but you never listen.

- Poor guy.

I bet he's an accountant.

Maybe a school teacher.

Nah.

An accountant.

(engine rumbling)

(kid laughing)

You better watch it kids. - All right?

- If you're not careful you'll

stay in that position for life.

(engine rumbling)

(objects clattering)

Now there's a man with balls.

(Boswell whines)

Benny Balls.

(upbeat music) (engine rumbling)

(birds chirping) (upbeat music)

(Quid whistling) (upbeat music)

Ah Bozzy, there is something in

the autumn air that sets the gypsy blood a stir.

(upbeat music) (engine rumbling)

(motorcyclist sneezes) (upbeat music)

Sneezy rider.

(engine rumbling) (upbeat music)

Hors d'oeuvre?

(upbeat music) (Quid whistling)

(Quid humming) (upbeat music)

Hey Bozzy, there's another one.

Maybe I ought to pick this one

up and take her to Perth with me.

Dazzling her with my stylish rhetoric

and witty innuendo, eh?

What do you think?

No?

Well, maybe you're right.

It's against regulations.

(upbeat music) (engine rumbling)

All right mate, that's nine Jap traps, six Yanks tanks

and three VWs which beats your Rolls Royce by 10 points.

You wanna keep playin'?

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll give you an extra two points for the trailer, okay?

All right, all right make it three.

I don't wanna argue with you.

You know, that's the trouble with you Australians.

You take your games too seriously.

(engine rumbling)

Ahoy, Captain Careful.

Bound to the sea in a ship born

of your own patient hands eh, matey?

(upbeat music) (horn honking)

What's the matter Boswell?

Somethin' wrong?

(foreboding music)

Well, well, if it isn't our friend from the motel.

(foreboding music)

Hey, heave to friend.

Move over to your port side.

(engine rumbling)

(boat rattling) (bell dinging)

(glass shattering)

(horn honking)

(brakes squealing)

(crow cawing)

(Boswell whining)

What's the matter buddy?

Somethin' about that van you're not tellin' me?

(engine rumbling)

(Boswell whining)

(foreboding music)

Huh.

Wonder why he doesn't pass?

Maybe he's after our meat, huh?

I wonder if he's still got that young fox with him?

(foreboding music)

Well, let's see if we can get a better look.

(foreboding music) (engine rumbling)

Why does anybody get up at five o'clock in

the morning to watch the garbage collectors?

(engine rumbling)

(flies buzzing) (engine rumbling)

(radio crackling)

- [Radio Anchor] Occasion really

but my apologies to listeners.

(radio crackling)

The town Poe is what Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky"

might have been if Lewis Carroll had composed--

(harmonica music)

(radio crackling)

(classical music) (harmonica music)

(radio crackling)

- [Warwick Boss] The time is one o'clock.

The weather is clear and stable.

My name is Warwick Boss.

This is the news.

(harmonica humming)

A council worker in the Brisbane suburb

of Eagle Farm was shocked today when he discovered

a human hand amidst debris in a storm water drain.

The identity of its owner is unknown,

but the hand will be packer in ice

and sent to Sydney for comparison with

the human leg discovered in a Townsville tannery last week.

Police are denying speculation

of a Jack the Ripper type murderer at large,

and claim the two grisly items

are probably unconnected and isolated.

The United Meat Workers Federation

has blamed the critical shortages

of meat in retail outlets to-- - Well, well.

- [Warwick Boss] The Union's inability

to contact an accountant, a Mr. Floyd Day,

who is the principle antagonist

in the strike which has left Perth without meat.

The spokesman for the Federation

has asked that anyone knowing the whereabouts

of Mr. Day who is believed to be returning

with his family from the Nirvana Caravan Park

at Warrnambool have him-- - Sucker.

(engine rumbling) (harmonica music)

(tires squealing)

(exhaust hissing)

- Hello there.

- Uh, wait, wait Miss.

I'm sorry uh, I'm not allowed to pick up hitchhikers.

- Oh, I'm not a hitchhiker.

I'm not hitchhiking.

My idiot husband drove off and left me here.

We can catch him if you hurry.

Why, isn't this cozy?

So high up.

Hope I don't get truck sick.

Oh, my name's Madeline Day.

- Pleased to meet you.

- But Floyd, that's my husband the idiot,

he calls me Sunny as in Sunny Day.

- Sounds like a wild and crazy guy your husband.

- Oh, that's nothing.

We got a daughter, Doris Day like the movie star.

We can go now if you don't mind.

(engine rumbling)

- [Quid] Well, I can take you as far as Yellowdine.

There's a roadhouse there and you can phone the police.

(hairspray hissing) (Quid coughing)

- Your um, dog doesn't bite does it?

- [Quid] Oh, he's not a dog.

- It looks like a dog.

- He's a dingo.

- Dingo?

- Yeah.

- Well, why would anybody want to keep a dingo for?

- Well, I like him.

He doesn't eat too much, he's quiet.

- [Madeline] A dingo's a kind

of dog so what's the difference?

- The dog is a parasite hybrid.

I mean, he chases cars, he barks at shadows

and he eats his own feces.

But a dingo, dingo's clean.

He's intelligent.

He's quiet.

In fact, he's physically incapable of barking.

That's why they call them the silent dog.

He's an aristocrat like me.

- Are all truck drivers as stuck up as you?

- Madame, just because I drive a truck

does not make me a truck driver.

- Oh.

You and your tundra wolf sitting

up here in your ivory tower.

I'll bet you're not even married are you?

- No.

(engine rumbling)

- Weren't you going to pick her up?

- Lady, that hitch is gettin' to Perth faster then we are.

- That's no reason to call her a bitch is it?

- Oh, hitch. - Language.

- Hitch as in hitchhiker.

- Well, a gentlemen would've picked her up

with this maniac running around lose butchering girls.

- What maniac?

- The one one the radio, on the news.

- Yeah, go on.

- I don't know, just some maniac.

- Yeah?

Well, what else did they say about him?

Did they say what kind of rig he drove?

- I didn't say he was driving a rig.

- [Quid] No, no, no, I mean--

- How did you know my husband was an accountant?

- It was just a guess.

- How far away is this roadhouse?

- It's not far.

- Good.

(upbeat music) (engine rumbling)

- [Radio Dispatcher] We have an accident here.

We're clearing the road.

Would you please pull over?

- Where are we going?

- Shortcut.

(engine rumbling)

Wait a minute I've got it.

The hoochie coochie doll?

- [Madeline] It's mineral, not animal.

- [Quid] Oh, I don't know.

I've guessed about everything in the truck.

- [Madeline] You never said it had to be in the truck.

- Well, that's ridiculous.

It could be 1,000 things outside the truck.

- You're the one who wanted to play games.

Give up?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- It's your boots.

- My boots?

- Leather is an animal product.

- Uh uh.

My boots are imitation leather.

They're vinyl.

They're thermoplastic radical.

- La di da.

- Which makes them either mineral

or a vegetable but they're certainly not animal.

So uh, I win right?

- But you gave up.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, it's my turn.

- Okay.

- Um, animal.

- That fly there.

- Now look, if you're not gonna play

the game properly I don't wanna play at all.

- Well is it the fly?

- Yes, it is the fly but you're takin'

all the fun out of it.

You've gotta ask the questions,

you gotta narrow it down more logically.

- Okay.

This time I've got a real good one.

- No, I've had enough.

- Oh come on, it's really easy

and it's not even animal product.

It's just plain ordinary animal.

- Okay, but no tricks.

- I'll give you a clue.

It's bigger than a bread box.

- Me?

- No.

- Boswell?

- No.

- Well it's gotta be you.

- Wrong.

- Lady, if there's an animal bigger

than a bread box inside this truck,

you better tell me about.

- I never said it was inside the truck.

- The pigs?

- No.

- [Quid] Kangaroo?

- No.

- An emu? - No.

- Well, the Nullarbor nymph?

Lawrence of A friggin' rabia?

I don't know.

This is crazy.

- [Madeline] You give up?

- [Quid] Yeah, I guess so.

- [Madeline] It was that man back there.

- I didn't see any man back there.

- Of course you didn't.

You were too busy arguing but there

was a man back there standing beside

a dark green van and he was digging a hole.

(brakes squealing)

(exhaust hissing)

(flies buzzing)

- [Quid] What the hell is he doing?

- I told you, digging a hole.

(cicadas chirping)

What's wrong?

(cicadas chirping) (flies buzzing)

(pensive music)

What's wrong?

- Shh!

(pensive music)

(Quid whistling)

(cicadas chirping) (flies buzzing)

(engine rumbling) (tires squealing)

(Quid sighs)

What the hell was he burying?

- Is this another game?

- Why does a man stop in the middle

of nowhere and dig a hole?

(binoculars thudding)

- Maybe he had to, you know?

Go to the toilet.

- Lady, you don't understand.

This same guy picked up a hitchhiker last night,

and then about 4:30 this morning he 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.

- "Cash to the wind thy ghastly sin."

- Pardon?

- That's it. (fingers snapping)

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.

- I'm talkin' about sex.

I am talking about sex.

Stolen from a young girl in the back

of a van or a seedy motel, and I'm talkin' about guilt.

Terrible guilt, awful guilt.

A guilt so terrible that it can

only be obliterated by spreading

the evidence all over the country side.

Jesus.

- I think I'd like to get out here.

- No wait a minute, wait a minute now, just 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.

Now, it was somethin' about um, Jack the Ripper or uh--

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- [Quid] I'm just talkin' about a hunch that's all.

- I wanna get out.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

First, I've got a game.

- I don't wanna play.

- It's uh, animal.

- No.

- It's bigger than a bread box.

(flies buzzing)

But it's small enough to fit in a plastic rubbish bag.

- 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!

(Madeline sobbing)

- Hey lady!

(footsteps receding)

Lady!

(flies buzzing) (footsteps receding)

Lady stop!

(flies buzzing) (footsteps receding)

(dramatic music) (Madeline gasps)

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 givin' the flights

of the imagination but there's no need to be afraid of me.

(dramatic music)

Lady, please let's just go back to the truck okay?

- We don't want trouble.

We never wanted trouble.

- Yeah, well who does?

- And they threatened my children.

Horrible phone calls late at 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?

(tense music)

- Yeah, I think I do.

- No vans or lunchboxes or anything to do with police.

(tense music)

And no more games.

- Right.

No more games.

(tense music)

Hello?

Hello, I'm trying to get in touch

with the nearest police station.

(man whistling)

Right, right.

Hold on a second.

(man whistling)

(coin clattering)

Uh, hello.

My name is Quid and I'm calling

from the roadhouse at Yellowdine.

(man speaking softly)

Oh sorry, Yellowdine.

Right.

Listen, I uh, I may have some information

regarding those murders that you're investigating.

Yeah, um...

No, no, no my name is Quid.

Quid.

Patrick Quid.

(game beeping)

Q-U-I-D.

Quid as in pound note.

Right, uh I'm a truck driver.

A truckie right.

Listen, I may have some uh, hello?

Hello?

Okay, sorry, sorry.

Uh, no.

I was saying uh, well I, uh...

I'm trying to but I think we've got a bad connection here.

Yeah, and listen I'd rather not get into it

over the phone if you don't mind.

(TV chattering)

Well, what does it matter (motorcyclist sneezes)

what my name is?

No, I, I, I can't stick around.

I can't get involved.

I've got a load of meat that's uh...

Well, listen it has to do with

this business on the news about um...

- [TV Announcer] Margaret Thatcher!

- What?

(TV chattering)

No, meat.

Pigs.

(fist banging)

Yeah.

I'm carrying meat mate.

M-E-A-T as in meat.

- [Man] Two strikes.

- [Man] Tell you what.

- Right, well it has to do with

a guy in a dark green van.

- Double or nothing on the eight ball.

- What?

- [Man] Double or nothing?

- I'm trying to but listen,

if you just hold on and listen to me for a second...

- [Man] You're on.

- Right. - Wait...

- [Man] Good.

- Excuse me uh, have any of you fellas

seen a guy in a dark green van?

- [TV Announcer] Wow, what a loss.

Madame Curie's (speaking softly).

(coin clattering)

- Thanks.

(rock music)

Oh, I'm sorry um...

No, no.

I was talking about a guy in a green...

Green...

Green...

Hold on, just a second.

Hey man, would you mind?

Would you kill that music please?

♪ Boys and mother ♪

Hello?

What?

No.

It's Quid.

Q as in quartermaster, U as in Utopia, I as in ice cream.

I-C-E C-R-E-...

Oh Jesus.

No look, look I cannot stick around.

I have got to get my porkers to Perth.

Now...

No, no.

It's Q-U-I-D!

D as in death to young girls you cretin!

(receiver thuds)

(knob rattling) (machine beeping)

Excuse me.

(balls clacking) (game beeping)

- That your dingo?

- Yeah.

- There's a bounty on him in this district.

- Well uh, he's just a pet and anyway,

we're travelin' on through.

- Neither here no there to the locals, Sport.

They shoot 'em on sight.

The law.

You wouldn't wanna break the law would you mate?

- [Daryl] Well, they'll take them if they need 'em.

Okay, all the prizes anyway.

These prizes I'm talking about look like this.

- [Game Show Announcer] Thank you Daryl.

Don't smoke when you drive.

This Australian environmentally designed air conditioner

delivers cool dry air and no invisible dust cloud.

Air purifier.

(bell dings)

(TV chattering) (door clangs)

- Boswell!

- [Game Show Announcer] Five, four, three and two.

(TV chattering)

- My name is Madeline Day - Boz!

- but Floyd, that's my husband,

the idiot, he calls me Sunny as in Sunny Day.

Anyhow, young Dennis has been sick all the way...

No.

(Boswell whining)

No, I (speaking softly).

- Boswell, what happened?

(Boswell whining)

(engine rumbling)

(tires squealing) (engine rumbling)

Son of a bitch.

(door slams)

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

(driver whistling)

(engine revving)

(horn honking)

(engine revving) (bell dinging)

What the hell?

(bell dinging) (horn honking)

(bell dinging) (tires squealing)

What the hell's gotten in to him?

(engine revving)

(tires squealing) (bell dinging)

(horn honking) (bell dinging)

Okay buddy, if that's the way you want it.

(engine revving) (bell dinging)

(anchor clanging) (engine revving)

(bell dinging)

(boat banging)

(tires squealing)

(glass shattering)

(pole boinging)

(tires squealing)

(exhaust hissing)

(engine rumbling)

(metal clanging)

(engine rumbling) (birds chirping)

Well, what do you know about that?

What do you say Boswell?

Third time lucky?

(engine rumbling)

(breaks squealing)

(exhaust hissing)

(door unlatching)

Aren't you kinda young to be hitchhikin'

out here all by yourself?

- Aren't you kinda old to be picking me up?

(birds chirping)

- It's not a pick up.

It's just a lift.

I uh, I don't usually pick up hitchhikers.

- What makes me the exception?

- I don't know.

I guess I just kinda felt sorry for ya.

- I didn't know there were any chivalrous truck drivers.

Oh, what happened to your dingo?

- You didn't by any chance happen

to see a guy in a green van?

- Yeah, why?

(engine rumbling)

I wonder why he didn't pick me up.

- You sound a little disappointed that he didn't.

Hey, how old are you anyway Hitch?

- Old enough.

How old are you?

- Old enough to be your father.

- My father's 67.

- Oh.

- Hey, maybe he makes love to them first.

Hitch, does your 67 year old father

know you accept rides from truck drivers?

- [Hitch] My name isn't Hitch.

- Does your mother know you're gone?

- She's dead.

My father lives with a whore.

(objects thudding)

- So you ran away?

- No, I walked away.

- Well Hitch, don't you think it

might be a good idea to call him

and let him know that you're all right?

- Maybe that's how he gets his rocks off.

- Your father?

- No.

Your Mr. Smith or Jones.

You know, the Boston Strangler was on a sex trip.

God, maybe he makes out to 'em afterwards.

- Oh, come on Hitch. - Well, why do you

think he does it?

- I don't know.

I mean, I really don't know that he does.

I don't want us to get carried away about this.

- Are you kidding?

It's the most fun I've had all afternoon.

- [Quid] Okay, I've got a game.

- [Hitch] Good, Scrabble.

- [Quid] No.

Let's call it the Smith or Jones game.

- [Hitch] Sounds interesting.

- [Quid] All right, now let's assume

that there is a method to his madness,

that everything he does is for a logical purpose, right?

- [Hitch] 'Kay.

- Okay.

Now he's just killed a girl.

- Did he make love to her first?

- I don't know, what's the difference?

- It makes a lotta difference.

I think in order to play the game properly

we have to know what he thinks of women.

- It's my game.

- Okay Sherlock.

- It's the method we're interested in.

Now, he's just killed this girl.

Now how does he destroy the evidence?

- Cuts it up.

- Yeah, but why?

- Um, so the pieces won't be found.

- Yeah, but pieces don't prove anything.

I mean, you can put an arm or a leg out

with the garbage and it proves nothing right?

- That's ridiculous.

- Yeah, but it's the law.

I mean, you can lose an arm or a leg

without necessarily being dead, right?

- Yeah but-

- But if you lose your torso you are definitely dead.

But--

- You lose your torso I think you've had it.

- But, one torso is pretty much like another.

- Oh foul.

You lose a turn.

I don't think it's so important what he does.

It's why.

I mean, what does he think of women?

- You're kidding.

- No.

I mean, wouldn't you like to know what he's thinking?

You know, get inside his head?

(Quid scoffs)

- I'd like to get inside his friggin' lunchbox.

I'll tell you what he thinks of women.

He despises 'em, he thinks they're pigs.

- But why?

(Quid sighs)

You know what I think?

- Hm?

- I think you have much more fun sitting up here

with your stereo and your air conditioner and your dingo.

I don't think you wanna know.

You always done this?

- No, I've not always done this.

When I was your age I was first mate

on a gun boat in the Persian Gulf.

- John bloody Wayne.

- By the time I was 30 I was transporting guns

across the Sudan border by camel.

- Mm, by camel?

And now you're pushing piggies to Perth.

(engine rumbling)

- Hitch, don't you think you ought

to let somebody know you're all right?

- [Hitch] Nah, why?

- Your father might have the cops out lookin' for ya.

- Nah, he wouldn't do that.

- Oh yeah?

(siren wailing) (engine rumbling)

(door slams)

(engine rumbling)

- Would you step down please?

(engine rumbling)

(door slams) (police scanner chattering)

(engine rumbling)

Let me see your license.

(police scanner chattering)

What you carrying?

- Pigs.

- You in the habit of pickin' up hitchhikers?

- No.

- [Officer] You pick up a hitchhiker last night?

- What?

- The manager of the Melbourne Car Hotel

claims you checked in with a young lady

fitting the description of a missing person.

- Me?

- Your name was on the register.

- What?

(engine rumbling)

Well, look anybody could've copied my name off the truck.

- Why would anyone want to do that?

- Hey, now wait a minute (laughs).

What happened to that girl anyway?

- What makes you think something happened to her?

- Well look, I don't want

to get hung for somethin' I didn't do.

- Meat is hung.

Men are hanged.

(engine rumbling)

(door latches)

- What's happening?

What?

Did you tell 'em about the lunchbox yet?

- Oh, sure.

(door latches)

(footsteps approaching) (engine rumbling)

- And where were you a week ago last Saturday?

- [Quid] Um, Port Hedland.

I was carrying some mining equipment.

- And the Saturday before that?

- Um, Melbourne.

Yeah, I was laid up over night in Melbourne.

Why?

- Well, the logbook confirms he

was where he said he was Serg.

- Logbooks can be cheated.

Book of lies they're called aren't they Mr. Quid?

- Has this got something to do with

the thing that happened on the radio?

Because if it does I suggest that you uh,

catch up with the guy in the green van because--

- According to this logbook you should've had

a 12 hour stop hour two days ago.

You don't have much respect for the law do ya mate?

Well, if that young lady you shacked up

with last night has come to any harm,

we'll know exactly who to talk to won't we?

- It wasn't me.

Now, if you don't believe me you

can talk to the manager of the motel.

- How long you had that dingo?

- About four or five years, why?

(engine rumbling)

(doors latching) (engine rumbling)

- What's the matter, didn't they believe you?

- Believe me, I'm lucky they didn't shoot Boswell.

- Did you tell 'em about our little friend?

- Who?

- The guy in the van. - What?

- The guy-- - I beg your pardon?

- Oh, I get it.

You know what this means don't you?

- What?

- We're just gonna have to get him ourselves.

- Oh, sure.

"Elementary my dear Watson," except our friend

in the van could be all the way

to Perth or Timbuktu for all we know.

- I don't get you.

First you tell everybody this story

and now you don't wanna do a damn thing about it.

- No, not today.

- Why not today?

- Look Hitch, I'm not trying to lay a trip on you but,

we gotta pull over for the night.

- Why?

- Regulations.

(crickets chirping)

"Nothing beside remains.

"'Round the decay of that colossal reck.

"Boundless and bare.

"Alone and level sands stretch far away."

(gentle music)

So, you like my place?

(gentle music)

- [Hitch] Needs work.

(Quid chuckles)

- Well, I only keep it to impress the ladies.

- Yeah, I bet you they're real impressed too.

First stop on the Pat Quid guided tour.

- Hitch, you can leave anytime.

- What, are you gonna call me a cab (chuckles)?

By the way, my name is Pamela not Hitch.

- Pamela what?

- That's all you need to know.

(gentle music)

- I don't get it.

What's the mystery?

Are you on the lamb or somethin'?

- What if I was?

Would you turn me in?

- Me?

No.

- [Pamela] Well I'm not.

- So what have you got to hide?

(gentle music)

The fact that you're somebody's daughter?

- Most girls are usually somebody's daughter.

- But you're not just somebody's right?

- You're quick.

- Well I mean, you're not what

I would call the uh, typical hitchhiker.

I mean, it's kind of obvious that

that look is not early Salvation Army.

So come on.

Who's your dad?

Come on.

I promise I won't hold it against ya.

- He's in the diplomatic service let's call it.

- And you didn't like the service?

- Life was incredibly diplomatic in Canberra.

- Now you're uh, lookin' for a little adventure, huh?

- Mm.

You go to Disneyland for a little adventure.

What I'm looking for is a little excitement.

- Ah.

(thunder rumbling) (gentle music)

- What is this place anyway?

- Hm?

Oh, it's old telegraph station.

There used to be a town of about 700 people that lived here.

- [Pamela] What happened to 'em?

- They were devoured by the dreaded Oryctolagus Cuniculus.

- Sounds erotic.

- Listen.

Listen very carefully, you can hear him out there.

(crickets chirping) (fire crackling)

Munching.

Is he animal, mineral or vegetable?

Or is it man advancing like an army of plastic dentures,

devouring his fellow man?

- And woman.

- And woman.

- Thank you.

What is it?

Kermit?

(Quid laughs)

Cunaclum?

- Cuniculus.

(Pamela giggles)

- What is it anyway?

- A rabbit.

A bunny rabbit.

No, I'm serious.

In the uh, 1800's there was a plague

of rabbits here and they ate all the vegetation,

and the sand dunes began to advance.

That's when everybody left.

(crickets chirping) (fire crackling)

I guess that's why I like it here.

- [Pamela] Rabbits?

You're weird.

- Where you goin'?

- Use your imagination.

- Hitch?

Pamela?

Watch out for the bunnies, huh?

(Quid munching)

(crickets chirping) (fire crackling)

(harmonica music)

(thunder rumbling) (harmonica music)

(eerie music) (thunder booming)

(gentle music) (birds chirping)

- [Pamela] Hello?

- [Quid] Hello!

- [Pamela] Hi.

What are you doing?

- Just uh, keepin' the passengers cold.

Can you shut the door?

You'll let the cold out.

(gentle music)

Goodbye young porkers.

Goodbye and keep cold.

Ah!

Grade 50 above more than 50 below.

Oh!

How ya doin'?

- [Pamela] Okay.

- [Quid] Robert Frost.

- How'd you sleep?

- [Quid] Not bad.

I can sleep on a fence post.

How 'bout you?

- Oh.

- "Sleep not, dream not.

"This bright day will not cannot last for aye."

(gentle music)

- Emily Bronte?

- Right.

- Read much of her stuff?

- Yeah, I have.

- In school?

- No.

I didn't go to school.

Self educated more or less.

What's that old expression?

Uh, education is hanging around long enough--

- Why do you always do that?

- Do what?

- Talk in poems?

- Do I?

- Poems are old and dusty.

(Quid chuckles)

You're not old and dusty.

How old are you?

(gentle music)

- Too old.

(gentle music)

- I don't think so.

(gentle music)

- What's that?

(birds chirping) (wind whistling)

(Pamela sighs)

- Pig in a poke you better start shakin'.

Today's pig is tomorrows bacon.

(gentle music)

- [Quid] T.S. Elliot?

- Hi daddy it's me.

Oh, I'm fine.

Doesn't matter where I am.

I'm fine.

Hello Nancy.

What do you mean get raped?

He's actually a very nice guy.

Yes, he is a truck...

(alarm blaring)

Look I didn't call ya...

I didn't call to get yelled at.

I just wanted to let you know I'm fine.

(alarm blaring)

No, I'm not coming back.

Huh uh.

(men yelling) (alarm blaring)

Look, I'll call you later all right?

(alarm blaring)

- Jesus!

We can hear that about 100 miles back at our bloody friends.

It's driving me crazy!

Can you turn it off?

(alarm blaring)

- What'd he say?

- He was very diplomatic.

But my step hooker got on line

and wanted to know if I'd been laying truck drivers.

See what I'm up against?

- Yeah, well at least they know you're alive.

- Hm.

(alarm blaring)

- Jesus, let's get out of here.

That noise is driving me crazy.

- I gotta use the ladies room.

- Okay, make it snappy.

(alarm blaring)

- [Pamela] Quid!

(alarm blaring)

- Here.

(alarm blaring)

Excuse me uh, have any of you fellas

seen a guy in a green truck?

(alarm blaring) (eerie music)

(Pamela gasps)

(alarm blaring)

Wait here.

(alarm blaring)

(door creaking) (alarm blaring)

- [Man] Can you please turn that off?

It's driving me crazy!

(alarm blaring)

(door creaking) (alarm blaring)

(door slams)

- Kinda got you with your pants down

didn't we you slimy son of a bitch?

(alarm blaring)

You know, butchering young girls is one thing.

But when you hurt my animal you made a big mistake pal.

(alarm blaring)

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue you miserable stink?

- [Man] Thank goodness.

(door creaking)

(man speaking softly)

What do I owe you?

- [Man] Make it five bucks.

- [Man] Oi!

Come on.

Five bucks?

What do you do?

Chargin' me five hours?

Look, any bloody (speaking softly).

(clock ticking)

Five?

Come on, better go.

(door creaking)

(door slams)

- A word of advice shit head,

you try anything funny and this dog

is gonna have your eggs for breakfast.

(clock ticking) (eerie music)

(Pamela gasps)

You know, there's no way out except down

the S bend or through me cowboy.

I'm talkin' to you Mr. Smith or frickin' Jones

or whatever your name is!

(man wheezing)

(man sneezes)

(door creaking)

Oh, I'm sorry mate.

I thought it was somebody else.

I apologize.

Really I...

(door slams)

(water dripping)

Hitch.

(door creaks)

(door latches)

(dramatic music)

(Quid whistles)

Go to the truck Boswell!

(Quid yelling)

- [Motorcyclist] What the hell?

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

- Shit!

(dramatic music)

Boswell!

Look out mate, look out.

- [Motorcyclist] Watch out for the dingo, he's vicious.

- That's right.

He'll go straight for you crotch if you're not careful.

(dramatic music)

Hey, hey!

If you read about this in the papers tomorrow morning

you'll know what it's all about.

(dramatic music)

Ah!

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

You gonna go straight for his crotch buddy?

(dramatic music)

Hey, that's funny.

He's slowin' down.

(dramatic music)

Maybe he's outta gas or maybe this is some new kinda game.

(tense music)

She doesn't look too kidnapped to me.

Does she to you buddy?

(tense music)

What the hell's she doin'?

Psychoanalysin' him?

Hey, you don't think she'd be stupid enough

to try and blackmail him do ya?

(tense music)

No.

I don't know Bozzy.

Maybe we been barkin' up the wrong tree.

(tense music)

(horn honking) (dramatic music)

I told you man, I told you the first time

we picked her up she is trouble.

I knew we shouldn't have done it.

I hope she steals...

At least she didn't get my wallet.

(Quid sighs)

Well she's all yours Mr. Smith or friggin' Jones.

Whatever your game is.

(engine rumbling)

I mean let's face it, what have we got on him anyway Boz?

Huh?

What do we know about?

I'll tell you what we know about.

We know absolutely zilch.

Nada.

(Quid sighs)

I mean, is it against the law to dig

a friggin' hole in the desert?

Is it a crime to have a lunchbox and thump dingo's?

Or put out rubbish bags at five o'clock in the morning?

I mean, what does that prove?

So what if he is a murderer and he's goin'

around systematically butcherin' every female

in his sight and makin' 'em into tacos?

Who gives a shit?

If the cops don't care about it I'll tell ya, I don't.

I mean why is it my responsibility

to take care of road waves?

We are truckers Boswell and from now on we are gonna truck

and I don't wanna hear another word about it.

- [Radio Announcer] Better fuel consumption

and reduced weigh are two ways a well maintained...

(radio crackling)

- [Female Radio Announcer] This is the news in brief.

The United Meatworks Federation still sees

no end in sight to the marathon strike which has left

most of West Australia without fresh suppliers of meat.

A spokesperson for the Union denied allegations

that Union's strong arm tactics

have been used against a United Meatworks accountant,

Mr. Floyd Day although it is alleged

that Mr. Day and his family have fled interstate.

Police in Melbourne and Perth are seeking

the assistance of motorists in connection with

the disappearance of 20 year old heiress, Pamela Rushworth,

daughter of U.S. diplomatic advisor Warren Rushworth.

According to Mr. Rushworth, his daughter is traveling west

with a truck driver described in his mid 40's.

Police have fears that the truck driver

whose name has not yet been released,

may be the same man wanted in connection

with the disappearance of a missing Melbourne girl.

Authorities are denying any positive connection

between the two missing girls and the series

of macabre attacks on young female hitchhikers

in Queensland and New South Wales.

Although they remind the public that hitchhiking

is extremely dangerous and of course illegal.

Allegations by a senior medical officer in Sydney today,

that drivers who operate vehicles under

the influence of drugs are less...

(engine rumbling)

- [Quid Voiceover] Maniac.

He cuts 'em up like a Sunday roast

and the cops are out lookin' for me.

They got nothin' on me.

Nothin'.

I'm not worried.

I can prove it.

Well, autopsy, handwriting expert, dispatcher.

- [Quid Voiceover] I was on the road that night.

Hitch.

Oh, what was her name?

Pamela.

I think it was Pamela.

- [Quid Voiceover] Jesus I hope

they didn't see a dog barks at, no.

Cops couldn't have seen her.

(engine rumbling)

(Quid sighs)

What am I gonna do with the truck?

(engine rumbling)

(exhaust hissing)

(engine rumbling)

(door slams)

(tense music) (crickets chirping)

(knocking)

Hitch?

(tense music)

(Boswell whining) (engine rumbling)

(woman moaning) (engine rumbling)

(Boswell whining) (engine rumbling)

Coward.

- [Woman] Oh!

(engine rumbling)

(woman moaning)

Oh Harry!

- Harry?

- [Woman] Oh Harry.

Oh!

Oh wow!

(woman moaning)

- Harry and Hitch.

Hitch and Harry.

Didn't even bother to park the van.

(footsteps receding) (crickets chirping)

(glass shattering)

(crickets chirping)

(door unlatching)

(tense music) (crickets chirping)

(lid clattering)

(crickets chirping)

(Quid sighs)

(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)

Boswell!

(Quid whistling)

(engine rumbling)

(door slams)

(exhaust hissing)

(engine rumbling)

(door clangs)

(engine rumbling) (crickets chirping)

I honestly thought she was worth something.

Falls on her back, legs up, ready to give

a good whack to the first Tom,

Dick or friggin' Harry that comes along.

Oh, they're all the same.

They do it like animals.

No offense pal.

(engine rumbling)

Forget it buddy.

She isn't worth a second glance.

(eerie music)

Boy I'll tell ya, I may have to start takin' dope.

I gotta do somethin' to get rid of these hallucinations.

(eerie music)

(objects clattering)

(Quid exhales)

(engine rumbling)

Maybe he does make love to 'em first.

(Quid exhales)

One thing for sure (sighs), I need some sleep.

(Quid sighs)

(engine rumbling)

(Quid yawns)

(eerie music) (object thumping)

(Boswell whimpering) (object thumping)

What's the matter buddy?

You hear that?

(object thumping) (eerie music)

(Boswell howling) (eerie music)

Oh, great.

That's just what I need for

the friggin' meat to start thawing.

(object thumping) (engine rumbling)

(Boswell howling) (object thumping)

What's the matter buddy?

You know somethin' I don't?

(Boswell whining) (object thumping)

Just hold on.

Stay here.

(crickets chirping) (engine rumbling)

(handle thuds)

(crickets chirping) (engine rumbling)

(door creaking) (eerie music)

(electricity buzzing) (eerie music)

(meat thumping)

(crickets chirping) (liquid dripping)

(paper crinkling)

I had 350 pigs.

Four on this side, four on this side.

How many rows did they give me here?

So they have 20 on this side.

That means there'd have to be about four, let's see.

(eerie music)

(engine rumbling)

352, 350, what's the difference?

We just miscounted that's all.

- [Quid Voiceover] 350 divided by eight.

Eight divided by nine.

I forgot to latch the doors this mornin'

when I was talkin' to Hitch.

You know what probably happened?

- [Quid Voiceover] What?

Sam just threw a couple of extras in by mistake.

- [Quid Voiceover] Sam doesn't make mistakes.

Well, maybe he was a little pale.

I don't know.

- [Quid Voiceover] Eight times five is 40.

He's always taking care of his friends in Perth.

Happens all the time.

- [Quid Voiceover] Now let's see.

That's 35 times two.

And the meat at the front wasn't frozen because--

- [Quid Voiceover] Why?

Well, we were goin' so damn fast

that the cold air being heavier,

well, being more dense just uh,

wasn't circulating that's all.

- [Quid Voiceover] Hot air.

Yeah.

That's all.

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

Steep descent.

(dramatic music)

It's all down hill from here Harry.

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

Come on baby, we're gainin' on 'em.

Come on.

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

He's slowin' down again.

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

Aw, he's run out of gas.

I knew it.

Oh shit.

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

(exhaust hissing) (tense music)

(crickets chirping)

Hey Lester.

- Evening Quid.

- Looks like you got some heat tonight.

- Bloody cops.

- [Quid] Who are they lookin' for anyway?

- Uh, always lookin' for some poor bastard.

Let's get you weighed.

- Right.

(police scanner chattering) (crickets chirping)

(doors slamming)

(frogs croaking) (crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)

(crickets chirping) (frogs croaking)

- [Officer] You run out of gas?

Gas station not here.

You get around the back there and...

(frogs croaking) (crickets chirping)

We'll push you.

(crickets chirping) (frogs croaking)

- Hey, you are 75 kilos over.

- Really? - Hm.

About the weight of a hot TV set, eh?

(men laughing)

How's the book of lies?

All in order?

(crickets chirping) (dog barking)

- [Quid] Oh, uh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen, Lester I've got a kind of

a priority urgent situation. - Ah, say no more.

I won't hold you up.

Hey, what are you carrying?

- [Quid] Meat.

(dog sniffing)

- Seems a bit more like marijuana to me, eh?

(men chuckling)

Bloody animal.

He's not mine.

I wouldn't have one myself.

No, no.

It's a new TRB thing.

They've trained 'em to sniff out marijuana.

- Oh.

Well, you got me.

I confess.

(Lester laughs)

- Crazy bastard.

He wouldn't know pot from pot roast.

- Yeah.

(engine rumbling)

Listen Lester, I better get these piggies to market.

- Oh yeah, here bud.

- Thanks.

- Uh, I got a fresh pot of coffee on you know?

- Oh thanks Lester, that's real nice of you

but I'll take a rain check okay?

- Oh, right, right.

On, on your way.

(engine rumbling)

Hold it Quid!

(engine rumbling)

You got somethin' wrapped around your axle.

- What is it?

(engine rumbling) (Lester grunts)

- [Lester] Ah!

It's a bunch of wire and shit.

It's probably why you're 75 kilos over.

- All right.

Lester, just let it be.

It'll be all right.

Thanks anyway.

- I've got some wire cutters in the office.

It will only take a second to help.

- No thanks, Les.

I'll see you later.

- [Lester] But you're gonna bugger

up your trailer unless you do somethin'.

- Yeah, thanks for the hand.

- I was pullin' a rail train, had a broken wheel once.

Gotta let the chain back.

(engine rumbling)

Whole bloody thing got caught because of the grip.

Ripped the whole rear (speaking softly).

(engine rumbling)

(pensive music) (engine rumbling)

- Sneaky bastard.

(horn honking)

(dramatic music) (tires squealing)

(dramatic music) (siren wailing)

Christ, talk about the meat in a sandwich.

(pensive music)

He wants us to follow him.

Okay.

(dramatic music)

What kinda game is this?

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

- Mind your own fuckin' business.

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

Bloody hell!

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

(horn honking) (dramatic music)

(siren wailing) (dramatic music)

(glasses cracking) (dramatic music)

(engine rumbling) (dramatic music)

(metal clanging) (dramatic music)

(engine rumbling) (dramatic music)

(door slams)

(engine rumbling) (footsteps approaching)

(door banging)

(footsteps approaching) (engine rumbling)

(light shattering)

(engine rumbling) (tires squealing)

- [Officer] Get on your knees

and see what's happenin' up there.

(tires squealing) (engine rumbling)

(light shattering)

(metal clanging)

(horn honking)

(shovel thuds)

(spits)

(engine rumbling) (Boswell snarling)

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

(metal clanging) (dramatic music)

(tires squealing) (dramatic music)

(engine sputtering) (tires squealing)

(Quid yells)

(dramatic music)

(exhaust hissing)

(truck thuds)

(Quid sighs)

(engine rumbling)

I got you now you bastard.

(Quid yells)

(Quid groaning) (objects clattering)

(glass shatters)

(men grunting)

(head thudding)

(sirens wailing) (engine rumbling)

(murderer coughing)

(police scanner chattering)

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, hey wait a minute.

You got the wrong guy.

I'm tellin' you guys.

- [Officer] Stand back, please.

Keep this area clear.

Stand back.

Stand back.

- He rammed me off the road he did.

- Yes.

- That man, that man-- - What's this madame?

- He tried to push me off a cliff.

I was tellin' a story and-- - And he trapped

me in a toilet.

(all chattering)

He had me trapped in a bloody--

(all chattering)

Shouting obscenities at me. - We'll take your

statements all right?

- Wait a minute!

Will you listen?

I promise you, it's that guy over there.

Don't let him get away!

- He rammed me off the road.

(all chattering) (dog barking)

- It's that guy over there!

Ah!

Jesus.

Hey look, if you don't believe me check the van will ya?

Just check the van.

(Boswell barking) (all chattering)

- Is that your dog?

- He's not a dog, he's a...

(Boswell barking)

He barks.

(Boswell barking)

(all chattering)

It's that guy over there.

I'm tellin' ya it's him!

(rustling)

Hitch!

- I thought you said he was in the bathroom.

(crowd murmuring)

- Where do you think you're going?

- I thought you were dead.

- Well thanks a lot.

You know how long I've been in this stupid sleeping bag?

- Well, I've had kind of a rough day myself thanks.

- Now just a minute, which one of

these two characters abducted you?

- That one you jerk.

Me and about 20 others.

- Well where are they?

- Why don't you pick

up a shovel and dig up the Nullarbor Plain?

(crowd murmuring)

- You okay?

(siren wailing) (crowd murmuring)

It's just that when you pay $100

for a dingo you expect to get a dingo.

(upbeat music)

Jesus.

$100,000 worth of damage.

- I just can't believe you actually

thought I slept with the guy.

- Well where were you then?

- I told you, I don't know.

I had a sleeping bag over my head.

- Well...

Thank Christ we were able to salvage the meat.

- Now what?

- I don't know.

I'm thinkin' about headin' up north,

see if I can get a job up there.

- Okay.

(upbeat music) (engine rumbling)

- You know, there's somethin' I forgot.

I forgot to tell the police.

That body that they never found?

I thought it was you hangin' in the back of the truck.

But uh (Quid chuckles)...

(eerie music) (knife thudding)

(bag rustling)

(eerie music)

(water splashing) (dramatic music)

(cleaner screams)

(doors clanging)

(upbeat music)