Hitch Hike (Autostop rosso sangue)

Someone has to stay sober to drive.

At that rate you'lI be completely drunk before dark.

You think so? Great.

You know something?

I just had your head in my rifle sight.

I had it there for almost a minute.

You're drunk already.

But I didn't. And you know why?

I saw the deer, and l said to myself...

I wonder if Eve,s spit roasted flesh is better than deer meat?

Maybe it is.

But I'm sure the deer doesn't screw like you.

Nobody screws as well as my little Eve.

It's the only reason you're still here.

What's wrong? Were you scared?

Did I scare you?

You stink of whisky! You make me sick!

Chianti from CaIifornia.

Why haven't you put it in a can? You still haven't thought of it.

That deer's a fine animal, Mr. Mancini.

That was quite a catch.

What's so funny?

Can you imagine my wife roasting there instead of that deer?

Your wife?

You won't believe it...

but that animal has at Ieast one thing my wife wouId be jealous of.

What?

A spit up its ass!

Excuse me a second, but l want to see if my wife's ready.

I've never met an Italian who could handle his drink.

Harry, you put the peg too far away.

For the love of god Lucy, that cord goes over there.

We've put this tent up a million times.

That's why I prefer a caravan.

That's why caravans cost more.

If you don't hang yourselves in your tent, come to our farewell dinner.

- My wife and I are leaving tomorrow. - Thanks, that's very kind.

Thanks, my name's Stanton. l'm an insurance man.

And this my wife, Lucy.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Stanton. My name's...

Give me a moment.

I can't even remember my name.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

They just called out my name at that table over there.

It doesn't matter. These things happen.

What do you mean? I can't remember my name and you say it doesn't matter.

I,II ask my wife. Come with me.

Eve.

Allow me to introduce my friends.

Mr. and Mrs. Stanton, and this my wife.

Would you mind telling them what the hell our names are?

- I don't remember. - Close the door, idiot!

Sorry!

I'm serious, l don't remember.

Clown!

- Eve, the spit's caIling you. - I have to get dressed.

If you want to sober up there's coffee on the stove.

- At Ieast try not to be so vulgar! - I thought you liked it!

Not now, I don't want to!

What do you mean? You always want to!

I know my little mouse!

I might be an animaI but you're a whore, a real whore!

- You're a filthy pig! - It's true, and that's why like me!

- What's wrong? - I'm tired.

Look.

Don't Iet it get to you, they're doing exactly what we've just done.

You're wrong, darling. They're making love.

We fucked.

Don't tell me you're aware of the difference, dear.

Fuck you, dear!

If that's an invitation' darling, l'm sorry, l'm not coming.

Where are you going?

- I think it's broken. - What?

- My wrist's broken. - No, it's sprained.

Damn it!

This tent wasn't here before!

I'd Iike to know which damned idiot put it here?

That's what I'd like to know!

The insurance man!

- I just hope you're insured. - Sure, I'm insured.

Why? What happened?

Our insurance man is insured!

My hand's going to cost you more than goId!

I'm a basketbaIl champion, paid millions!

- I'II ruin you! - I assure you...

I don't give a damn...

Pay no attention to him' he drank too much.

He's drunk!

And he's never been a champion of anything!

He's a journalist!

And as far as journalists go he wouldn't make the minor league!

That damned doctor, he aImost put my entire arm in a cast.

One officer was seriously injured.

According to the latest updates the kidnappers...

My head's exploding.

It hurts more than last night.

- Are you talking to me? - Didn't you ask about my hand?

There's your headache.

No, dear.

You're my headache.

- Try to be more careful, damn it. - Do you want to drive?

- Funny. - Then leave me alone...

If you want to get to Los Angeles tonight

Keep going. I don't want anyone bothering me.

What the hell are you doing?

I'd Iike to see you with car off the road in a place like this.

You wouldn't stop for me.

- Listen... - We'll stop the first cops we see.

Ignore him' get in. We're heading for Los Angeles.

That's fine with me.

Can you give me a second? l'll turn off the radio.

Take your time.

My name's Konitz, Adam Konitz.

- What did you do to your hand? - That's my business.

Ignore my husband. He's perfectly rude.

Perhaps you've already noticed.

He's suspicious by nature. Please excuse him.

While she loves picking up strangers.

She's bit of a whore by nature.

Perhaps you've noticed.

My name's Mancini, Walter Mancini. My wife, Eve.

- Eve? - Yes, why?

Adam and Eve. But this isn't the garden of Eden.

- Pity. - Funny.

We have a comedian in the car. It's going to be a magnificent trip.

Why don't you rest after that joke, Koonz, or whatever your name...

- Konitz. - Konitz, yes.

You're not obliged to keep the conversation going.

Okay, Martini, or whatever the helI you said your name was.

Mancini.

I like conversation.

What a coincidence. So do I.

- My conversation. - Okay, Mancini, no problem.

I go crazy for my conversation.

The criminaI, a previous offender known to the police...

as CarI Olsen, is in critical condition at St John's Hospital in Fresno.

It's not yet known if he's been able to speak to the police...

regarding his accomplices in the robbery.

- The radio doesn't bother you now. - Always less than him.

Numerous witnesses have stated there were at least four criminaIs.

It appears they got away in two cars. A white Pontiac convertible...

and a grey Chrysler' heading south.

It's believed they're heading for the Mexican border.

He said Fresno. It isn't very far from here.

Shall we have a look?

What for?

You could write about it.

Little mouse' there are at least a hundred robberies a day in ItaIy.

A kidnapping a week, a political scandaI every month...

and a government crisis once a year.

Who cares about a robbery in the other hemisphere?

Think how surprised dad wiII be when he finds out you can write.

Precisely, you're forgetting what the doctor said, "a weak heart".

It's best to avoid surprises. They're not good for him.

You're a journalist.

- What are you? - Travelling salesman.

I have to be in San Diego tomorrow. Monthly meeting with my boss.

Take my advice, never marry the boss' daughter.

- He doesn't have any children. - You don't know how lucky you are.

They,II say you married her to get up the ladder.

And if you have ambitions to be someone, you'll soon get bored.

But you've never had any, dear.

You see?

Then you'Il find it's easier to do nothing and live off dad's money.

But why, Walter? Isn't that why you married me?

No, if anything that was the second reason.

I'm wondering what was the first.

- Shall I tell him? - I'll tell him, if you want?

Let's see if I can guess.

Because you're a real looker.

One of those you want to screw the moment you see her.

Stop the car!

Get out, bastard!

Go! Take your suitcase and go!

You think you're smart.

I'lI teach you how to keep your mouth shut.

Enough! Stop it!

Stay out of this!

I'll kill you!

Okay, Martini, or whatever the hell your name is.

No more fooIing around. The honeymoon's over!

What can I do against someone with a gun?

Who was driving a Pontiac.

Good, you figured it out. l'm one of them.

And you've figured out that l also know how to use this gun.

I wasn't wrong when I said she's a real looker.

A hell of a looker!

OIsen died without regaining consciousness...

so there's still no way of identifying his accomplices.

The poIice are already investigating the places he frequented...

in the hope that they might find some kind of lead.

In the meantime, roadbIocks have been set up on roads leading to the border.

FolIowing an audit of its accounts, Gastex...

Turn it off.

...confirmed the amount stolen exceeds two million doIlars...

What are you doing?

- I'm thirsty. - Ask next time.

Don't be shy, Kuntz.

Konitz. And try not to forget it.

Ladies first. Didn't anyone teach you any manners?