Joy Ride: Dead Ahead Page #3

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I didn't want anyone going to the police!

Just leave her alone, all right?

She was just being Mel.

How do we know this guy's for real? How do

we know he's not punking us like some sick joke?

Hello? Hello?

Is anybody out there?

Hello? Is anybody there?

Goldilocks?

Yes. Yes, I'm here.

Who are you?

You can call me... Rusty Nail.

Can I speak to Bobby?

Please? L-|

I need to know that he's okay.

Oh, my God. Bobby! Bobby!|

Okay. It's okay.

You do what I asked?

Yes.

I got the cell phones.

Line 'em up in front of the car.

No way! I waited two days

in line for this phone.

Do it. Nowl

- No.

- Move!

- How's he gonna know if you do it or not?

- He's probably watching us.

How do you know he's watching us?

How do you know that?

Okay.

Start the car and drive forward.

Don't do it, Melissal

Don't do it, Melissa.

- I have to.

- If you do it now, he'll know

he can do anything he wants.

-

- This is f***ing insane!

Don't do it!

F***!

Okay, it's done.

You follow everything I say

to the letter.

You do that, I promise

you'll all be reunited soon.

Don't get no ideas of

separatin' or goin' for help.

Okay.

We'll do whatever you want.

Whatever you want.

- Jesus. Make sure you tickle

his balls while you're at it.

- Shut up, Nik!

What do you want?

Remember when your girlfriend

there threw her drink at my rig?

That was him? He's one of them.

He's a f***ing trucker!

She gave me something,

right after that.

Ring any bells?

I don't understand.

She gave me the finger.

Now I want it.

She gave it to me,

I figure it's mine to keep.

What? My finger?

I'll let you know

the place and the time.

You just make sure

it's freshly cut.

And if you don't show up, well...

things will not go well

for your boy here.

And, Goldilocks?

Yes?

I want you to bring it to me.

It's time we met...

in the flesh.

I can't believe this is happening.

I swear to God,

we're gonna find him.

- We can figure this out.

How smart can this guy be?

- He said he had eyes everywhere.

That's impossible.

I mean, he can use his C. B. to ask his fellow

road zombies if they've seen this car.

I mean, it's pretty unique. It's probably

how they found us in the first place.

And he almost definitely has a police scanner,

so it means we can't go to the cops.

- How do you know all this stuff?

- Dad used to be a trucker.

Let's just say, not a fan.

- He could be in any one of them.

- It doesn't make sense for him to follow us...

until we meet him in...

three hours, with

Kayla's severed finger.

We are not cutting off

my sister's finger.

My point is, is he's got to have something

to do between now and then.

Otherwise, he would've asked us

for it right then and there, right?

- Okay.

- So, if he's not following us now...

and we stay away from trucks and police, maybe

we can find ourselves some time to maneuver.

- He may be right.

- Thank you.

- What if he's wrong?

- Hell, it's not my funeral.

Hey, you know what? Why would

you say something like that?

- Sorry.

- Just shut up!

You know what? Maybe we

should just get him what he wants.

- I'm not going in there.

- Nobody's asking you to.

I'll go. You know

I can handle blood.

No. You know what?

This is my fault.

I gotta do this.

- I need you to come with me.

- For what?

Wait.

Go wait with Mel.

F***.

What's with the whole

"okay with blood" thing?

Forget about it, all right?

No, seriously, you go to, like, med school,

or just a lot of P. M. S.

What part of"forget about it"

is confusing you?

Sh*t. Sh*t.

- My God. Kayla. Kayla!

- Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

Oh, God.

F***, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.

-

- Thank God.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah.

I got a scalpel, too, just in case.

- Great.

- Let's go.

I'm in a f***ing car

with a f***ing finger.

- Come on! Get in!

- It's fantastic, really.

Oh, f***! That's him!

That's the guy.

He wants his finger back! That's the guy.

- He's coming for the f***ing finger.

- I don't have the keys.

- I left them right here! I

don't know where the keys are.

- Let's go!

- Come on, man!

-

You can't park here! Police escort vehicles only!

How many times do I have tell you?

Sorry.

We're really sorry.

We did-

It'll never happen again.

- Sir.

- Yeah, sorry. Sorry, Mr. Lurch.

I'm not-I'm not so sure about this.

Relax. Everything's gonna be fine.

Oh, great. Yeah, as long as we have the power

of positive thinking on our side.

I think this is it.

Stall him as long as you can.

Okay?

You be careful, okay?

Yeah.

-

- Okay, I'm here.

Park about 50 feet away

from me, nose to nose.

What now?

Get out of the car.

Then come around the front...

and strip for me.

Down to your underwear.

Gotta make sure you're not wearing

a weapon and a wire, now don't I?

-

- Please don't make me do this.

I'm not wearing anything.

- I'm losing my patience.

- Okay! Okay, okay.

I'll- I'll do whatever you say.

At my signal,

come up to the cab...

and give me what's mine.

And then you'll let Bobby go?

-

- You do what I say...

and I promise

you'll see him again.

Do it now.

And, Goldilocks?

Make it slow.

I want to enjoy this.

Now why don't you show me that

pretty little ring of yours?

- Oh, this is so messed up.

- Just keep moving.

I don't remember reading

any of this sh*t on your user profile.

- Are you serious? Just shut up!

- I'm sorry.

L-I get nervous,

I tend to talk a lot.

Whoo-wee! That is the finest

striptease I ever did see!

I'm gonna throw this up

on YouTube, get me a million hits.

- Who are you?

- Whoever you want, sexy mama.

Close them pretty eyes and pretend

I'm Kenny Chesney for all I care.

Oh, my God.

You're not him?

- Where's Bobby?

- Bobby? What the high heck you talking about?

All's I know is some road dawg came over

the squawk, told me that I'd get quite a show...

if I pulled over

at this here chicken coop.

And, missy, let me tell you,

that did not disappoint one bit.

- Bobby!

- Bobby! Bobby!

- Why are you doing this?

- Goddamn it! Didn't warn me

you was no psycho she-b*tch.

I'm out of here!

Your titties

are too small anywaysl

I like them super mongo jugs.

Yeah, you heard me.

Circus b*obs!

- What was that?

-

Roll!

I don't understand.

I did everything you asked!

No, you didn't.

- I saw you down at the funeral parlor.

- Mel, what is going on?

There's a big difference between

a freshly cut, live finger...

and one snipped from a corpse.

Less blood in that one

you got there.

Stiffer, paler.

The nail's yellowed...

no nutrients, deterioratin'.

Want to see what

a fresh one looks like?

Check the glove compartment.

Told you you'd see him again.

I just didn't say

which part ofhim.

-

- Your boy's losing a lot ofblood here.

Maybe I should take

care of that for him.

No. No, no.

No!

What the f*** do you want?

We're not finished, Goldilocks.

Not by a long shot.

Heck of a joyride, isn't it?

Okay. So, uh, maybe- maybe now

we should go to the cops.

What are they gonna do?

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