The Hitcher

Interrogation Sergeant:
What's your name? Come on. What's your name? Do you have a name? Do you have a police record? Where are you from?

John Ryder:
Disneyland.

[Picking up the hitchhiker]

Jim Halsey:
My mother told me to never do this.

Jim Halsey:
Do I look like a killer to you?

Nash:
Actually we're all from Mars around here, we keep our spaceship out back. So... what planet are you from?

Nash:
Why didn't he kill us?

Jim Halsey:
Let's go...

Nash:
WHY DIDN'T HE KILL US?

[pause]

Jim Halsey:
Let's go.

John Ryder:
Gas stations have cigarettes.

Jim Halsey:
What about gas?

John Ryder:
I don't need gas.

Jim Halsey:
What do you want? [John starts laughing]

Jim Halsey:
What's so funny?

John Ryder:
That's what the other guy said.

Jim Halsey:
What other guy?

John Ryder:
That guy back there, the one we just passed. The guy who picked me up before you did.

Jim Halsey:
That was him in there?

John Ryder:
Sure it was. He couldn't have walked very far.

Jim Halsey:
Why's that?

John Ryder:
Because I cut off his legs... and his arms... and his head... and I'm going to do the same to you.

Jim Halsey:
Look, I think you better get out now. [Silence]. The ride is over. [Silence]. Goodbye.

John Ryder:
I'm going to sit here. And you're going to drive.

Jim Halsey:
They'll catch you.

John Ryder:
[Scoffs] Yeah... sure. So what?

John Ryder:
How do you like "Shitsville"?

Trooper Hancock:
You just threw your life down the toilet, girl.

Nash:
When the truth comes down, I'll be just fine.

[Donner photographs Jim Halsey]

Trooper Donner:
Well, these are real good. Your mama's gonna like those.

Trooper Hancock:
You spit on my wrist.

Jim Halsey:
What?

Trooper Hancock:
I said you spit on my wrist. Wipe it off.

Captain Esteridge:
You're gonna get yourself killed. And if you don't, you're gonna be in a whole lotta trouble.

Jim Halsey:
I'm sorry, sir. It's something I gotta do.

Captain Esteridge:
No, you don't know what you're doin'.

Jim Halsey:
Yeah, I do.

[Jim watches John Ryder being interrogated]

Jim Halsey:
[whispering] John Ryder.

Captain Esteridge:
What'd you say?

Jim Halsey:
His name is John Ryder.

[John leaps into the police truck that Jim is driving]

John Ryder:
Hi kid.

Trooper Hancock:
[talking about Jim] Don't you know who he is?

Nash:
You got the wrong man, Lyle.

Trooper Hancock:
Like hell we do!

Proprietor:
Well, what happened to you?

Jim Halsey:
Nothing.

Proprietor:
Nothing?

Jim Halsey:
Nothing happened.

Sergeant Starr:
[to Donner] That kid ain't a killer. Any fool can see that.

Jim Halsey:
[trying to get policemen to help untie Nash from between two large trucks] Why don't you do something?... F***ING DO SOMETHING!

[John wants Jim to say, "I want to die"]

Jim Halsey:
I don't know if I can say that.

John Ryder:
Sure you can. Repeat after me. I...

Jim Halsey:
I...

John Ryder:
Want... want...

Jim Halsey:
Want...

John Ryder:
To...

Jim Halsey:
To...

John Ryder:
Die... Die.

Jim Halsey:
I don't want to die!

John Ryder:
You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured? Do you got any idea how much blood jets out of a guy's neck when his throat's been slit?

Jim Halsey:
What do you want?

John Ryder:
I want you to stop me.

Jim Halsey:
Why are you doing this to me?

John Ryder:
You're a smart kid... figure it out.

Captain Esteridge:
[Alone with Jim in police car] There is something strange going on between the two of you. I don't know what it is. I don't want to know.