All language subtitles for Hitcher in the Dark (1989).en

- I'm going to Norfolk.
Can you give me a ride?

- Sure. Get in.

- Thank you.

Thanks. Had my thumb
stuck out for an hour.

And in this heat, not one
son of bitch would stop.

Hey, what the hell do
you think you're doing?

- So, I'm a son
of a bitch, am I?

- No. What does that
have to do with it?

I just said that you were...

- All right.
Good job dancing, baby.

- Sorry, guy. Sorry.

- Give me a rum and coke.
- Okay.

- Hey, Mr. Ray-Ban.

A bunch of us are
going down to the beach

for the Madonna concert.

It's gonna start in a little
while. You wanna come?

Hey, so what do you
say? Do you wanna come?

Hey, who do you think
you are, Mickey Rourke?

- Hey, Maggie, let him go.

He looks like a
fag to me anyways.

- Excuse me.

Kevin, do you mind telling
me what's going on here?

- It's a friend of mine.

- Kevin, this is bullshit.

Look.

- Could we just talk?

- Well, you can even screw
her if you want, okay?

But just let me go.

- Hey, amigo. Too much of
this and you're gonna be loco.

- Hey. You want a ride?

- Yeah. Can you take me
to the first bus station?

- Sure.

- Hi.

Hey, thanks a lot.
I appreciate it.

- So did you leave him?

- Who?

- The jerk you were
with at the bar?

- That's none of your business.

- Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

So what's your name?

- Simon Boswell.

- Yeah, and I'm Sting.

I'm joking. My name's Mark.

What's yours?

- I'm Daniela.

- She's Daniela too.

Daneska, that is.

You look like her, you know?

- Is she your girlfriend?

- Are you nuts?

- Why? How old is she?

- She's 39.

She doesn't look it, does she?

- Not at all.

Daneska, that's a strange name.

- It's Russian. She
lives in Moscow.

- So, who is she? A
ballerina, a spy, or what?

- Stop it!

- Is something wrong?

- I don't like it when people
say bad things about her.

I love her.

Do you understand?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean
it. You don't have to get mad.

Hey, listen, thanks
for the ride--

- Wait. Why do you
wanna get out here?

The bus station's
still miles away.

- Let go of me. I
wanna walk, okay?

Oh, shit, my boyfriend's coming.

Just pretend everything's
normal. Okay?

He's looking for me.

If he sees me with another guy
he's gonna make a big scene.

- I guess you saved yourself.

- I have quick reflexes.

- I thought you were
the jealous one.

- I am, I guess.

If you only knew.

- Come on.

Let's have a drink.
Have a glass of Coke.

- Thanks.

- Cold enough?

- Yeah, it doesn't
even taste like Coke.

- It's not.

Oh, sh, sh, sh.

- What did you do
to me? Drug me?

- No, it was just a sleeping
pill. Just calm down.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

- If you brought me
in here to fuck me,

you can just forget it.

Now get these off me
'cause I wanna go.

You can't force
me to do anything.

- I want you to
stay here with me.

- What are you crazy?

Take these off or I'm
gonna start screaming.

- You just try it.

- Help me! Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

- I'm not joking.

- Where are we?

- In a quiet place where
no one will bother us.

You know you're really
cute when you scream.

Drink this, it'll do you good.

Come on. I swear,
there's nothing to it.

- I don't feel like drinking
and I don't like vodka.

- I don't like it either.

But I can't live
without it anymore.

- Listen, you've had your
fun. Now cut it out, okay?

Will you take these off? I
have to go to the bathroom.

Please, I can't hold it anymore.

- Leave the door
open. And hurry.

- I can't. I'm embarrassed.

Would you turn around, please?

Don't move or I'll kill you.

Throw me the key to
the camper, quick.

Now get outta my way.

- Don't be silly. That
thing could go off.

- I said, "Move!"

My god.

Oh my god.

- Idiot! It was
loaded with blanks.

You think I'm that stupid? Huh?

Now give me your
goddamn arm. Come on.

- No.

Help, please! Somebody,
please open up!

Help, please. Stop, stop!

- Hello?

- Pat, it's me.

- Daniela, what do
you want at this hour?

- Please, Pat, let me
talk, I'm in danger.

I need a lotta help.

- In danger,
what's happening?

- This guy, he kidnapped
me. He's crazy.

Please, do something.
Call the police.

- I'll do it right
now, but where are you?

- I don't know. He
handcuffed me in a trailer.

- You shouldn't have done that.

You shouldn't have.
You're gonna pay for this.

- Please, let me go.

- You're a whore. You're
like all the others.

- No.

Please, let me go.

- You try that again, and
I'm gonna cut your throat.

- Are you sure, Pat?

Who would've kidnapped her?

And why?

- I don't know,
I'm telling you.

She didn't have time to tell me.

- Well listen, do you
think it's a joke?

- No. I know
my sister too well.

She was terrified. She said
something about a lunatic.

- Did you call the police?

- Yes, but they
didn't believe me.

They said hundreds of
girls disappear every week

after fighting with
their boyfriends.

- Ah, idiots.

- I'm scared, Kevin.

You have to find her before
something happens to her.

- Nothing's going to happen.

Just let me take care of
it. Don't worry about it.

- Okay.

- Hey, dude.

You still staying at
that lousy campground?

- No.

Listen, you guys haven't
seen my girlfriend by chance,

have you?

- What'd she dump you?

- Yesterday morning.

- Listen, I couldn't swear by it

because I just
took a hit of acid,

but I think I saw
her get in a camper

at the campground entrance.

- A camper?

- I think so.

- Or maybe John Wayne's horse.

You were wasted.
Come on, stupid.

- Why are you mad
at me, Daneska?

You won't get upset if I
call you Daneska, will you?

- Why are you keeping me here?

You cannot keep me
here. That's kidnapping.

You're making a big mistake.

Please let me go.

- You don't understand at all.

I want you to stay with me.

You don't like me, do you?

Come on, admit it. You hate me.

- No. I don't hate you.

I don't even know who you are.

All I'm saying is that you
have no right to keep me here.

- Do you wanna go back to Kevin?

- How did you know
his name was Kevin?

- I was watching you
at the campground.

I overheard his name.

- Whose camper's this?

- Mine.

My father gave it to me.

But enough questions,
you have to eat.

Come on.

- I'm not hungry and I
don't feel like eating.

- Eat anyway.

You fuckin' idiot.

Stop it!

- You bastard. You
can't keep me here.

Stop it! Stop it!

Let me go. Let me go.

You bastard.

Son of a bitch.

You can't keep me here.
You, you're crazy.

- You're gonna learn to like
it here, or I'm gonna Kill you.

Do you understand?

- You son of a bitch.

Help!

- Hi.

- What're you doing here?

- Uh, nothing. I drove all
night and I was laying down.

- Who hurt your shoulder?

- Oh, I uh, I scratched
myself cleaning my spear gun.

- Driver's license, please.

- Yeah, it's around front.

Here you go.

This.

- You traveling with someone?

- No. By myself.

- Glazer. Mark Glazer.

As in the Glazer Hotels?

- My father.

- Hey, your dad's
got his act together.

I saw him on TV once.

He must manage more money
than Daddy Warbucks.

- I guess that makes
me Little Orphan Annie.

- Well listen, Annie,

you can't park on this
beach on holidays.

So get your ass in gear
and get outta here.

- Okay.

- Hey, John.

Your left taillight is broken.

Get it fixed soon unless
you wanna pay a big fine.

- Okay. I'll have it checked.

I'll have it fixed at
the next service station.

Thanks.

- Come on.

- Daniela. Can you hear me?

- Oh, Christ.

- What're you doin', man?
- I was just looking, man.

- You smell like a
thief from a mile off.

Who you trying to kid?

- Give me a chance to explain.

- I don't need no
explanations from you, man.

You motherfuckin'
son of a bitch!

I'll teach you to fuck with
me, you motherfucker, you.

I'll kill your fuckin'
ass. You son of a bitch.

- I'm thirsty.

- Come on, drink.

Do you want some more?

- No.

My hair?

Oh my god.

What did you do to me?

Why?

- You're much more
beautiful this way.

You look just like Daneska.

Aren't you happy?

- I feel a little bit dizzy.

Do you think maybe I could
have some of that vodka?

- Do you really want it?

-Yes I do.

I didn't know vodka
was so strong.

Do you really like me like this?

- Yes, very much.

- Who's Daneska?

Don't you trust me?

I can keep a secret, you know.

Come on, who is she?

- Do you really wanna know?

- Yes.

- She's my mother.

- Your mother? She's so young.

- She's only 18
years older than me.

She left when I was 10.

She went back to
Russia. But I love her.

I loved her a lot more than
my father did, you know?

- Now what?

- I don't know.
I really don't know.

Sometimes I think I hate her.

I think of her all the time.

- Let's not talk
about it anymore.

Drink your vodka.

Do you wanna make
love to me, Mark?

Why don't you kiss me?

Come on, kiss me again.

I'm sorry.

- It's always like
this. I'm not any good.

I'm nothing.

Come on, admit it.

I'm not worth shit.

- It's not your fault.
It can happen to anyone.

- It's you. It's your fault.

- Stop, stop, you're hurting.

Stop, stop, you're hurting me.

Stop.
- You are a whore.

Do you hear me? You're a whore.
How can I make love to you?

It's as though you are her, huh?

I'll never be able to, never!

- Shit.

- It's over.

- Not yet, Pat, but
I'm on the right track.

Listen, do you know if any
of her friends in Florida

have a camper?

- A camper?
No, I don't think so.

Why do you ask?

- I'll tell you
later. I have to go.

- Oh dear god,
when I think that Daniela

might be in the hands
of some monster.

- You shouldn't
think about it, Pat.

I promise you I'll
get her out of this.

It's just a matter of time.

- Let me know what's
happening or I'll go crazy.

- Okay. I'll call you as
soon as I know something.

- That'll be $10, man.

- Listen, have you seen
a camper with a girl

in a blue and white
t-shirt in it?

- No. Can't say that I have.

Hey, just a minute.

Now that I think about it,

I did see a camper
yesterday morning.

It came out of the
rest stop over there

and then it turned
off into the highway.

But uh, that was a
boy, alone inside.

- What did he look like?

- Oh, he was about 20, I guess.

He had on those
mirrored sunglasses.

- Hi.

How's it goin'?

- I don't feel good. I'm dizzy.

I don't remember anything.

How long did I sleep?

- For a while.

But everything's
gonna be okay now.

Don't you worry about it.

Are you mad at me?

- No.

- I have a surprise for you.

Do you know what
day it is today?

It's my birthday.

I'd really like to take you
out to a nice restaurant,

dancing even.

- Yeah, let's go out. Do
you wanna go out, please?

- You know perfectly
well that's not possible.

You'd try to leave me.

And I couldn't take that.

But...

Champagne too.

What do you think?

- Listen, let's make a deal.

You take the handcuffs off and
I'll accept your invitation.

We'll celebrate here,
just the two of us.

And I won't try to
escape. I promise.

- And in exchange?

- And in exchange, you let
me go tomorrow morning.

- I'll never see you again.

- Why not? I'll leave
my phone number.

We can see each other
whenever we want.

You have my word on it.

Okay?

- Okay. I'll do it.

- Everything's spinning.

- You'll be okay.
Are you all right?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Wait. Turn around.

- What is this, a joke?

- No. Just turn
around for one minute.

Okay. You can turn around now.

- Geez. That's beautiful.

Must've cost a fortune.

- Doesn't matter.

Try it on.

- Well, I should
take a shower first.

- You can close the
door if you want.

- How do I look?

- You're beautiful.

- Thank you, Mark.

Yay!

Did you make a wish?

- Wait, the champagne.

- Woo!

- Whoa, baby!

- For good luck.

I wish you a hundred
more days like this.

- Together, with you.

Should I put a record on?

- No, I don't feel like
it. I'd rather talk.

- Me too. We have to get
to know each other better.

- Okay, I'll start.
What do you wanna know?

- Everything.

- All right, well, my name
is Daniela Foster and I'm 19.

And I was born in
Seattle, Washington,

but I live in Tampa
with my big sister, Pat.

Um, I played
volleyball in school.

And, what else?

I like rock music.

That's it, I guess.

- Did you have other
guys before him?

- Well, yeah, but
nothing serious.

- How many?

- What a silly question.
Two, three, I don't remember.

- Did you go to bed with him?

- With who?

- With that son of a bitch?

- We haven't had any cake yet.

Mm, mm.

Mm, fantastic.
Chocolate's my favorite.

How'd you guess?

- Did you go to bed with him?

- Yes, I did. But why do
we have to talk about it?

Your father must be very rich
to buy you a camper like this.

Well, I don't even know
anything about you.

Not even your last name.

- I wish I didn't
have a last name.

I wish I was just Mark, period.

- Why? Don't you have a good
relationship with your father?

- I hardly ever see him
and we rarely speak.

He's always at the office.

Until three years ago, I was
away at school in Boston.

- Since your mother left?

Come on. Let's
have another toast.

- No, the party's
over. Go to sleep.

Go to sleep, now. Get up.

- Mark, are you asleep?

Mark? Are you sleeping?

Oh my god.

- What time is it?

- It's almost 10.

- Put that backpack down.

- Why? Don't you
remember your promise?

- Yes.

- So, open the door.

Open it.

- No.

- You can't keep me here.

Now let me go.

- So you can run and
turn me into the police?

Do you think I'm that stupid?

Do you think I don't know

you tried to sneak out
of here last night?

Did you find the
pictures in the drawer?

- You ugly shit. You tricked me.

You tricked me.

You had no intention
of keeping your word.

You're a shake.

You make me sick. I
hate you, I hate you!

I hate you! I hate you!

- Stop whimpering,
slut. You hear me?

- I can't stand this anymore.

I hate you, I hate you.

- Slut!
- No!

- I'm not gonna let
that bastard fuck you

ever again.
- No!

- You understand?

Now hold out your arms quick,
or I'm gonna stick you.

- Stop!

Stop it. You son of a bitch.

Oh, god. You're
hurting me, stop.

Let me go.

Help me! Somebody help me!

- Shut up!

- Stop.

- You be good while I'm gone.

- Son of a bitch.

- And don't fuck anything up.

- You son of a bitch.

- Go to hell!

Stupid!

You broke the fan belt

when you tried to
get away last night.

It needs to be replaced.

I'll be back in an hour.

- So?

- I'm sorry son, but uh, we
haven't rented out any campers

like you've uh,
described before.

I mean, not in the
last few months.

Uh, I mean, let me
tell you something,

there isn't a great demand
for uh, Chieftain 88s.

- Okay.

- Are you
uh, trying to find one?

- Yes, uh.

A friend of mine,
a guy who drives

that wears mirrored sunglasses,

drives a white and
beige like this.

What can I do?

- You uh, have a
license plate number?

- Unfortunately not.

- So I'll tell you what you do.

It would be easier
to predict the winner

at the dog races tonight.

- Okay. Thanks.

- Good luck.

- Hey. Is anyone there?

- I have the feeling I've
seen you some place before.

Are you from Virginia Beach?

- No.

- Strange.

If there's one
thing I'm good at,

it's I never forget a face.

Mind if I change the program?

Another news flash.

In a swamp north of Charleston,

police yesterday found
the remains of a body

that had been torn
apart by alligators.

Identification of the
body is difficult,

but initial examination
seems to indicate

that it is a young white girl
between 20 and 30 years old.

The county coroner--
- Sorry.

- Has ordered--

- Bloody stories frighten me.

- Yeah, me too.

But I think someone
must've killed her,

and then plop, he threw
her into the swamp.

- Over here. You can
drop me off over here.

Have a good trip.

- All right, let's
bring out Jennifer.

She's .

All right. Look at that.

Show off in her tank guard. Yes.

Al right.

Oh, my goodness. Yes, fabulous.

Thank you, Jennifer.

All right, let's bring
up the next gorgeous

Hey, hey. Go ahead.

All right. Look at that.

Great job.

Okay, show your stuff off.

Come on, let's give
'em another one.

Motherfuckers, here we go.

Oh, yes. Ah.

Ain't that great?
Ain't that great?

That's fabulous. There you are.

Oh my gosh, look at this.

Okay, and show them
what you got there.

Okay.

Ah, Annie, she's fabulous.

Oh, thank you, Annie.

Oh, yes.

Oh my god.

Be careful. This is a
family place right here.

This is a family place.

Kimberly, you're wild.

Okay, I'm telling you.

Show and tell, Bambi.
Show and tell, baby.

- Hey man, will you
give me $20 for this?

It's a brand new Crown
with auto reverse.

- No, I don't think so.

- Look, you sure man?

- Yeah.

- Hey, check this
out. It's a new Crown.

Say, 20 bucks? You wanna buy it?

- Yes,
there she is, Jennifer.

Let's bring out Kimberly.
- So, you wanna buy it?

- No, man.

- Tell me where you
stole it, you shit,

or I'll break your neck.
- Take your hands off me.

- Tell me where you stole
it, you son of a bitch.

- What? It's mine.

- Show
'em what you got.

- All right. These
are yours too.

Just tell me where
you stole 'em.

- Okay. From a camper
near the woods.

There it is. That's it.

Are you happy?

- Yeah, thanks.

- I'm going.

- Daniela.

Daniela.

Oh my god.

- Kevin. I thought
you'd never come.

- Who, who was it?

Why'd they do this to you?

- Hurry. He's crazy.

Get this stuff off.

We gotta go. He's
gonna kill us both.

Ouch.

Hurry.

Pull hard.

- Can you make it?

- Come on, hurry.

- Come on, we've gotta hurry.

- Kevin.

- Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

- No!

- Stop, or I'll shoot.

And this one isn't
loaded with blanks.

It shoots real nine
millimeter bullets.

- No, please.

- Take a step, or scream,

I'm gonna put a hole in her
the size of a half dollar.

Now quick, get in the camper.

I said, move. Now!

You first.

- Kevin?

You bastard.

Kevin.

- Now get in.

You're together
again. Are you happy?

- No, please.

Kevin!

- You can yell if you want.

Nobody can hear you.

What's the matter, Daneska?

Are you worried about
your little friend? Huh?

- Why are you torturing him?

He had nothing to do with this.

- Oh, that's it, isn't
it? You little whore.

You're afraid he won't be
able to fuck you again, right?

- Leave her alone!

- You little pig.

Let me show you what happens
to a bastard like him.

There isn't enough room
in this camper for three.

One of us has to go.

No, please, I beg
you. Don't do it.

- Are you afraid?

Go ahead. Beg my forgiveness.

Beg, goddammit.

- No, Kevin!

- No shell. Shut up!

Did you like my little joke?

Huh? Come on, speak.

Didn't you think that was funny?

You wanna take Daneska
away from me, don't you?

Huh?

You wanna keep amusing
yourself with her?

To make her wiggle her ass in
the campground, like a whore?

Isn't that right?

Answer me, bastard.

- You're crazy.

- Why do you wanna
keep provoking me? Huh?

- No.

Stop. Please, stop it!

- Did you see? You
frightened Daneska, you fuck.

I'm doing it all for her.

What happened?

What happened?

Did you hurt yourself?

You wanna fly?

You wanna fly?

Fly away.

- Kevin?

Feeling better?

Take it easy.

- Water. Water, I'm burning up.

- I see you're thirsty.

- Yes.

- Please give him
something to drink.

What did you put in there?

- Just a little vodka.

I thought I'd give
him his strength back.

Hm?

- No, please don't.

- It bothers you when I
touch you, doesn't it?

Come on, give me a kiss.

Come on. Kiss me.

Relax. Enjoy yourself.

Let yourself go.

- I can't. Leave me alone.

- Why? Does it bother
you that he's watching?

I'll take care of that.

Huh?

You can listen if you want.

Now, where were we?

Think we were right
around here somewhere. Hm?

Huh?

Huh? Right around?

- I love you, Daniela.

- I love you too, Kevin.

- You bitch!

- Stop! Stop, I'll
stay with you.

I'll do anything.

- It's too late.

I don't give a damn about
your promises anymore.

Well done.

You're right to love her.

Seeing that she's been fucked
by a whole bunch of people.

Even by a nigger. That's
right, she told me so.

She even gave herself to me.

She picked me up.

- Why?

Why are you doing this?

- Because you're a
trader. You're a worm.

Just like that
fuckin' tennis pro

who ran away with my mother.

I was 10 years old when he
took Daneska away from me.

But you can bet that I'm not
gonna let that happen again.

I'm not gonna let you
take Daneska away from me.

Watch this.

Enjoy the view.

'Cause I'm gonna stick
it between her legs

and make her scream like a pig.

- No.
- Let her go,

you son of a bitch.

- No. You shouldn't
have said that.

You shouldn't have
insulted my mother.

- Go ahead. What
are you waiting for?

- No.

I want your whore
to see you suffer.

To cry, to beg for mercy.

I want her to see you grovel.

Here, take a good look.

You're not gonna be able to
enjoy his disgusting macho.

- No.

- Kevin, watch out!

No!

No!

No!

No, Kevin!

No!

No, Kevin!

No! You son of a bitch,
you murdered him!

You murderer. Let me go.

You murderer, you son
of a bitch.

Kevin!

You son of a bitch.

Kevin.

- Well, you gonna
open up or not?

You can't stay here.

The program finished
a long time ago.

What you been up to in there?

- Nothing. Nothing.

I was just sleeping is all.

- Okay. But you
better get going.

You're gonna be in
a lot of trouble

if the guard catches you.

- Sorry. I'm going.

- Okay. Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

- Excuse me, but
what's going on?

- Haven't you been
listening to the radio?

- No.

- They robbed a bank
about an hour ago.

The thieves managed to escape,
but one of 'em was wounded.

They're checking all the cars.

- See your driver's license,
registration, please.

Hold it. Where you heading to?

- Norfolk.

- Okay, sarge. I'll tell
the other boys right away.

Over and out.

Hey, Sam.

- Yeah?

- They just picked
'em up on Highway 95.

- That's great.
- You can head on out now.

- All right. Okay.

- Daniela, you awake?

Daniela, wake up.

Daniela.

Wake up. Daniela.

Well. Well you wanted to
run away with that bastard?

Congratulations. You've done it.

- Here are the reports you
wanted on the suburban offices,

Mr. Glazer.

- Good. Palm beach has
performed well this quarter.

- Yes, it's made
a strong recovery.

- Thanks, Miss Baker.

Um, did you remember
to book a table

at the Oyster Inn for tonight?

I'm having dinner with my son.

- Oh, yes, sir.

- Thank you.

So Mark, did you enjoy
your time with the camper?

- Yes, Dad. I had an okay time.

- There was a significant
rise in share prices

on Wall Street yesterday,

due to re-evaluation
in interest rates.

The dollar gained
against again the yen,

the mark, and pound.

- And then what are
you planning to do?

- Well, I thought I'd stay here
with you for the time being.

Maybe give you a
game or two of golf.

- For how long?

- I thought maybe a week.

Or maybe two.

- And then?
- We interrupt

our financial report
to bring you news

of a reported
finding this morning

in an abandoned junk yard

on the outskirts
of Virginia Beach.

Police have recovered
the body of a young man

who is said to be in his 20s,
who was stabbed to death.

The body had been welded into
the back of an old Studebaker.

We have no further
details at the moment,

but the police investigation--

- What's wrong? Do
you feel all right?

- Yes. Why?

- You didn't answer my question?

What are you planning
to do afterwards?

- Oh, yeah.

Um. Well, I thought I'd take
the camper back down the coast.

I'm goin' to Norfolk, okay?

- Yeah.

- Hey bro, what's happening?

Hey, why don't we share her?

- Hey, pull over.

We wanna she that
blonde's cute little ass.

- Hey, why don't we share her?

- Hey, pull over.

We wanna see that
blonde's cute little ass.

- Go to hell!

- You're a sneaky bastard.

You wanna fuck her
all by yourself.

- Go to hell.

- You sons of bitches.

- You're a sneaky bastard.

You wanna fuck her
all by yourself.

- Bastards!

There's nothing to
worry about now.

You want some Coke?

Come on, you want some?

- No. I don't wanna
sleep like the last time.

- Daniela?

- Yes, it's me.

- Then you're not
dead after all.

- No. I was only
pretending I was dead.

But I really owe my life
to the man who saved me

in the junkyard.

- You were very, very lucky.

- And you're not, Mark. No
one's gonna pull you out.

- No, Daniela, please.

Don't do this. Have mercy.

- No. You didn't
have any mercy on me.