Joy Ride: Dead Ahead Page #5

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Promise me you'll finish this.

I promise.

What the f***'s going on?

Where are we?

Where it all started.

Where I can

take my time with you.

Couple ofbig-time risk takers, huh?

Pl-Pl-Please let us go.

You like to gamble?

Like to take chances?

- You like to steal cars?

- It wasn't my idea!

Come on, please.

I'll do anything you want.

- Nik, stop talking.

- Anything, I mean it. Sky's the limit, man.

Shut up!

- Stop talking.

-

What's your favorite game?

- Or you prefer I complete your transformation?

- No, no, no!

Stop, stop!

I said,

what's your favorite game?

Craps! Craps!

Good one. Nice odds.

I got my own favorite game.

You want to play?

You're up first.

- What do you want me to do?

- Roll!

Five.

- Kneecap.

- F***.

- No!

-

Your turn.

How do you want me

to do the other leg?

Seven.

Safe. Lucky you.

Again.

I don't want to play anymore.

I don't like repeating myself!

Ow!

They're-They're-

They're-They're fake. Sorry.

Roll.

Four. Chest.

What is he doing?

- Oh, sh*t.

- What is he doing?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Help! Help!

Help!

Come on, lover boy.

It's just a game.

Stay with me now.

I can't do this.

Roll.

I said roll!

Rlease, don't.

Don't. Bobby, don't.

Rlease, don't.

Uh-oh. Double ones.

Somebody just crapped out.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

- Look familiar?

- Oh, f***! Oh, f***!

You wanted to use this

on me, didn't ya?

You were trying to kill us.

Now, didn't you ever hear...

two wrongs just

don't make a right?

Where are you?

Nik, look at me.

Help me.

Where the f*** are you?

- Where is he?

- Look at me.

Where is he? Please?

I'm here. Don't you worry.

Right behind you.

Well, there you go.

Just you and me now.

You're the only one left.

Oh, God, Melissa.

Yeah. She's dead too.

It's a damn shame.

I was having fun.

Why are you doing this?

I want you to feel what it's like to have

something taken away from you.

You took everything from me!

Not everything.

Not yet.

It was only a car.

It may get a little bouncy back here.

You be sure to hang on tight.

Don't go doing anything clever.

Son of a b*tch!

- Melissa!

- Bobby?

- Melissal

-

Bobby! Bobby, are you there?

- Melissa!

-

- Are you all right?

- Shut the power to the trailer.

- What?

- Shut the power to the trailerl

It's in the cab. Get the truck

and take us out of here.

Bobbyl

Melissa, gol

We need help. Is anyone there?

Send the police. Exit 57 West.

Where are you,

you son of b*tch?

Goldilocks.

Is it over?

It is now.

- Shitl

-

Come on, come on, come on.

Sh*t!|

-

- Of course.

Hey! Help!

Help!

A**hole.

My car won't start.

Get in.

You'll catch your death out there.

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