Hostel: Part III Page #3

Let me the f*** out of here.

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** are you?

Get the f*** off of me!

No, no!

This is f***ing bad.

Please. Plea-- F***ing please.

What the f***?

What the f*** are you doing?

-ls this a f***ing joke?

-Oh, yeah.

And the punch line is a killer.

My friends have money.

We have money. We can pay you.

-We can pay you.

-You've already been paid for.

What the f*** is he talking about?

What?

What do you mean "paid for"?

What the f*** is going on?

Who the f*** are these people?

No!

What the f*** is going--?

Who the f*** are you people?

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

What the f*** are you doing?

No, no. Get the f*** away from me.

Get the f***--

No, stop.

Stop. What the f*** are you doing?

Stop.

Oh, f***.

No. What the f*** are you doing?

Please, don't let me--

Please.

Please, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Stop.

What is wrong with you?

This is a f***ing mistake!

Please, stop. Please don't. Please.

What are you doing?

Please. Please.

I have a wife. I have a daughter, a son.

They're 6 and 4.

Begging for family.

One minute, 58 seconds.

The over-under was two minutes.

Congratulations

to players two, five and seven.

What the f*** is she talking about?

What the f*** is going on?

I don't understand!

What the f*** is this?

This has to be a f***ing joke. No!

No, please, don't.

Help me, please.

Hey, Mike,

we're still looking for you.

We're starting to freak out a little bit.

Call us back.

-Maybe we should call his wife.

-That sounds like a very good idea.

"Have you seen Mike?

We left him at a party last night...

...with a professional escort

and he disappeared." Good idea.

-What do you suggest?

-He was probably up all night...

...dicking that girl.

Give him a couple of hours.

-We're just worried about him.

-Well, l'm not.

I mean, look around, huh?

Everywhere you look,

there are coeds and milfs...

...and cougars, you know?

What are we gonna do?

-Look for him? Where?

-Where did you find those girls?

It's Vegas. lt's not hard.

Was it some kind of service

you called?

Yeah, it was 1 -800-WHORES, man.

I know how to find him.

How?

I totally forgot.

That girl, Nikki, she gave me her card.

-That's her e-mail address.

-We need a street address.

Yeah. No, it's called cyber stalking.

I'm pretty good at it.

Hey, Nikki, it's Justin...

...the guy with the crutch

from last night.

We're looking for our friend. We're

wondering if you know where he is.

Please call me back. Thank you.

She definitely lives in a trailer park.

This is a classic

Vegas f***ing fairy tale.

-What number is it?

-W1 7.

-And where is that?

-You know, l don't know, Carter.

I don't have a white-trash locator

on my phone.

Where is it? ls it one of these?

I think it's further up.

Are we getting warmer?

-ls this the one?

-Yeah.

Look, l don't think anybody's here.

Hello?

Nikki? Mike?

No.

Your show, man.

This is definitely a bad idea.

Okay.

-Are you coming?

-No.

I'll stay out here and keep watch,

I guess.

God, it f***ing reeks in here.

Mike?

Hello?

Jesus.

Does it look like he's been here?

I don't know.

I guess it would explain

all these strap-ons, though.

He's obviously not here anymore.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

What the hell was that?

Justin.

Motherfuckers, get down!

-All of you, on your f***ing knees now!

-lt's me, Scott.

I know who you are.

What are you doing here?

-We need to talk to Nikki.

-So you broke into her house.

I think this is actually a trailer.

Shut up!

Okay, okay! Chill, chill!

Don't f*** with us.

Why are you looking for Nikki?

Our friend Mike

never came home last night.

She was the last one

we saw him with.

And you think

that he just shacked up with her.

He's such an all-star lay,

she had to take him home.

Kendra, look, he wouldn't call us back.

We don't know what's going on.

This is obviously a scam

to get more money out of us.

How much do you want?

What about you, meth mouth?

Carter, shut up!

Look, we're sorry that we broke in.

We just wanna talk to her...

-...see what she knows about Mike.

-You don't get it, do you?

I can't ask her.

Nikki didn't come home last night.

Tacky hooker.

Too on the nose.

Much better.

What do you think?

Shut the f*** up.

Get it done.

What the f*** are you doing?

What are you doing?

Nice and sweet, like you.

Wh--?

Help.

Help!

Come, mama.

Help me!

What are you doing with that?

No!

Please. Help!

No. No.

What are you gonna do with that?

What are you doing?

What are you gonna do?

Stop it!

How do l know

your friend didn't hurt her?

Because I know Mike.

He wouldn't hurt anybody.

You know what this town

taught me?

Nobody knows anybody.

What happens in Vegas

stays in Vegas, right?

There's always

that one son of a b*tch...

...who doesn't realize

that this is all for show.

It's not real.

I've been saying that all along.

How are we gonna find them?

We're gonna go back to the club. Start

at the beginning, retrace their steps.

-No. I think we should call the cops.

-No.

People disappear

off the Strip every night.

Police don't consider it a missing

person till they've been gone a week.

Look, we're gonna find them.

There's no "we" here.

I just wanna find my friend.

You're still f***ing hot.

You are dead f***ing sexy.

Oh, sh*t.

Nasty little b*tch.

Say "deep throat."

That's good.

That's really good, babe.

That's nice work.

What do you think?

Don't you think? Yeah, me too.

I'll see you.

Guys, guys. Hey.

-l got a text from Mike.

-What is he saying?

He says, "Sorry to disappear on you.

Crashed all day."

-Where is he?

-Where's Nikki?

Hold on, I'm asking.

Where are you?

"I'm with Nikki. She's sleeping.

Battery dying."

Check it out.

God, Nikki, what did you do?

Hey, wait.

"Meet me here. Room 9, ASAP."

-Do you know where that is?

-Fremont district.

Okay, well, let's go kick his ass.

I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

Are you coming, gimpy?

I think I'm gonna save myself

for the Special Olympics.

My leg's killing me.

Go get that a**hole

and let's get out of here.

Hey, Mikey.

Mike, are you in there or what?

Mikey?

Nikki?

Well, at least we know they were here.

This is Nikki's purse.

What the hell is he up to?

Here's his phone.

And a note.

"Guys, we stepped out.

Have a beer and chill."

At least we know

he hasn't lost his manners.

Hey, Mikey?

-So should we just wait here for them?

-What if they don't come back?

I'm sorry this all got so f***ed up.

As much as I'd love to have a moment,

I'm just--

Oh, f***.

What the f***? Go, go.

No!

-Hey.

-What the f***?

I'm sorry, man. I....

-You Justin?

-You scared the sh*t out of me.

I know. I'm really sorry about that,

but Mike is looking for you.

-He's not in there?

-He's at a bar right down the street.

Too drunk to walk.

He asked me to come get you.

Okay. He did?

Yeah. Yeah.

-Okay, well, let me call him.

-Cool.

-Oh, one more thing.

-What--? Oh, f***!

Bet you thought that was

f***ing hilarious, didn't you?

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