The Hills Have Eyes

Goddamn bunch of cutthroats.

Oh, shit.

Boy, they'd leave me belly-up out here

if they knew I was getting ready to run.

- Don't you make a noise when you walk? - Uh-uh.

Hey, wait a minute.

You got yourself all done up, Ruby.

- What are you up to? - Here.

Oh, no you don't. Uh-uh.

Ain't no trading today, Ruby.

And not no more, neither.

You folks gone too far.

Trooper been snooping around.

Air Force been through here twice.

You folks have to go rob a goddamn Air Force PX for God's sakes.

We're hungry.

No one comes through back there anymore.

What did you get?

Whiskey and radios. I ain't got nothing to eat.

I'm sorry, Ruby. I know you're starving,

but I ain't got nothing else to trade.

I got no more gas, no more cartridges, no more food.

And the folks in Corn Creek have cut me off already.

They even talked of blocking off this whole section

and marching the National Guard through,

see what they can find.

You coyotes better watch your p's and q's for a spell.

- Take me with you. - What? (Laughs)

So that's it. You want to get out.

Do you think you could pass out there with the regular folks?

You don't know a knife and fork from your five fingers.

And you stink like a horse.

You're getting out. You take me, too.

Does the pack know you're doing this?

Does Jupiter know?

Why, he'd cut you to pieces if I told him you were going over the hill.

If my pa knew you was getting out, he'd rip your lungs out.

- (Man) Hello? Anybody around? - Get in here.

That'll be the State Troopers.

They'll toss you in jail and throw the key up a wild sow's ass and holler, "Suey!"

Well, I'll take a look around. I don't see any...

Didn't hear you. I was just cleaning up.

Fill it up and check the oil and water.

Give you what I got. Ain't got much. I'm just closing down.

Morning.

Don't you mind them, they just want to play.

Beauty, get down in there. Down now!

That's... That's a good girl.

- (Baby crying) - Odd.

I'm telling you, we're in the middle of nowhere.

Yeah, I wonder how far it is to the nearest cheeseburger.

We don't usually get folk up this way. Where you heading?

California. L.A.

Movie stars and fancy cars.

California?

You sure as hell off the beaten track for that.

Yeah, well, we're just making a stop around here first.

You know this place around here? The desert?

Why?

- (Man) You got a bathroom around here? - Yeah, round in back. Round in back.

I need to make a litter dump. You got a place to throw some trash?

Oh hell. Use the whole damn desert for all I care.

Oh, I'm sorry, Bob. Do you have your key?

Good.

How are my two baby girls doing?

Fabulous.

Hey piggy, piggy.

So, anyway, we thought we'd take a little detour and go see it.

It's supposed to be a real silver mine.

Well, anyway, that's why I was asking.

You see, it's my Aunt Mildred's gift to Bob and me on our silver anniversary,

and that's tomorrow.

Lady, they ain't no silver left back in there.

Besides, the Air Force uses part of this as a gunnery range.

You folks just forget that foolishness and go onto California.

- That'll be $6.80. - OK.

- I've got no change. - Oh, that figures.

- Detective, huh? - That's right.

Bob just retired from the police force.

He had to a little early because of his heart.

Referring to Strike Creek Road. Do you know where it is?

Look, Mister, don't take your family back in there.

The silver's been gone 40 years now.

Besides, there's nothing back in there but animals.

Animals? You mean nobody lives back there?

Nobody you'd want to meet, lady, believe me.

See? There's nothing back here.

Jeeze! Look at this place.

- (Dog whining) - What's the matter?

See something?

Ugh!

- What? - (Ruby) Mercury!

I didn't do anything wrong. I just came to trade.

Grandpa Freddy, he says he's running away.

- (Dog barks) - Shh! Big mouth.

Let's go.

- (Dog whines) - Come here. Come here.

- (Dog barks) - Hold it. Come here. Shh!

Come on, Doug.

Come on. He must have some animals back there.

Shh.

There's nothing, dummy.

- (Dog whines) - Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Yeah, you'd better check your grandchildren there, Mister.

I think one of them's cut himself on the window back there.

- (Fred) I'll check it. Thanks. - (Doug) That's OK.

You folks go right to California and have a good trip.

You folks stay on the main road now, you hear?

Stay on the main road!

Let's get out of here.

What the fuck?

Oh, Lord.

There'll be hell to pay now.

Jupiter. Papa.

Papa Hunter, identify.

Mama. Pluto.

You see a station wagon and a trailer?

That's what Mercury said,

if you can believe him.

They coming.

We're lost. The old creep told you not to get off the road.

The old bastard probably snuck up here and ripped off our mine

and that's why he doesn't want us up here.

We'll be French fries, human French fries.

We are not going to be French fries.

We're right here someplace on this little blue road.

Mother, this road is not a blue line.

It's a dotted line if it's on the map at all.

Oh, Jesus.

Nellis Air Force Base Nuclear Testing Site, closed to the public.

Holy shit, Daddy!

All right, everybody shuts up. That's it.

Man alive.

We're not on a bomb range and we're not goddamn lost.

- And we are... - (Plane roars past)

Jesus Christ on a crutch, what was that?

- (Baby cries) - Daddy, slow down a little bit, will you?

Daddy, we're going to lose the trailer.

- Daddy, Mum is...! - (Explosion)

Bob, watch!

You guys and your stupid silver mine.

Doug, are you OK?

Open the door. I think the door is jammed.

Why don't you try unlocking it, creep?

Oh, I got it.

- Are you OK? - I'm all right.

I feel like I've just been through my first California earthquake.

- How's the baby? - She's fine. Mum's got her.

I think we were lucky.

- My finches OK? - Aren't you even going to ask how I am?

Oh, get out of my life, Bobby.

- Look, I'm wounded. - What is it? (Screams)

It's just ketchup, folks.

Look out.

Oh, you're so stupid.

Twenty-five years I'm a cop

in the worst goddamn precinct in Cleveland.

Niggers shoot arrows at me

and the hillbillies throw dogs off the roofs at me.

I'm even shot at on two separate occasions by my own men,

but none of these bastards ever come as close to killing me

as my own goddamn wife and her goddamn road maps and her wrong turns

and her goddamn hysterical screaming and her...

Watch your language.

You watch your heart, too. You know what Dr Springer said.

Dr Springer can take his stethoscope and shove it...

into his little black bag sideways.

It's a turkey buzzard.

It's the janitor of the desert.

Does that mean there's a town nearby?

Like when sailors spot a bird at sea and know they're near land?

Yeah.

No.

So pretty.

Pretty girl.

Threw the hitch right off the back.

What's the verdict, big fella?

- Well, the goddamn axle snapped. - Oh no.

Forget it. Forget it.

What do we do now?

We walk, baby.

You know, Marlon Perkins says that rattlesnakes can reach lengths of 20 feet

and can kill you in eight minutes.

Then you better not shoot until you see the whites of their fangs, son.

- Or was it eight feet and 20 minutes? - Oh, Ma.

Thank goodness the boys at the precinct

presented me with this howitzer when I retired.

Sure wouldn't want to go looking for those pythons without it.

If it's all the same to you, Bob Carter, I'll put my faith in the good Lord

and a little gunpowder rather than coyotes and rattlesnakes.

This place must be crawling with them.

Well, Katy's taking this all calmly.

You OK?

I hate it out here.

It's just uncomfortable. That's all.

It's more than uncomfortable.

Lynne, honey, would you get me my jacket, please?

What is it?

Nothing.