Joy Ride 3 Page #3

They don't want us

to find out about it.

Okay.

Thank you very much

for sharing with us

your conspiracies of

government and aliens and...

We'll let you get back to

your meal. Thank you.

Yeah.

- The map.

- Oh, yeah.

Of course it's the drug runners

you really have to worry about.

Now them boys, they are ruthless.

Slaughter Alley's

just a straight shot

from them socialistic industrial

pot farms they got up in Canada.

It's not very well patrolled.

So, you don't wanna

run into one of them.

Y'all have a nice day now.

- See you later.

- You, too.

Okay.

That's amazing.

- So?

- Intense. Intense.

- Let's take a ride on Slaughter Alley.

- Let's do it.

What about the drug thing?

That was kind of legitimate.

Yeah, and he also talked about aliens

and secret government militaries.

Come on, that guy said that

nobody patrols over there.

We could take the car. Test it out.

Really open her up.

Well, we'd have a story

to tell. I don't know.

- Let's do it.

- Yeah?

Yeah!

- I get to drive, though.

- No, no.

Why do you always get to drive?

- You got this?

- Yeah.

Marge.

Bobby, what the hell?

Oh, my God!

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

Whoo!

All right, Mick. I'm gonna

back-track 20 miles. Warm it up.

- We'll catch up.

- Copy that.

Give me updates through

hand-held, all right?

Will do.

All right, we better turn around

and catch up to the others.

Okay.

You're red-lining.

I'm shifting.

I'm just saying, don't blow the engine

before we get there. That's all.

I know the limits of this car.

I know exactly how much it'll take,

and I'm not timid about pushing her.

You think Jordan's timid?

Jordan's smart.

He actually crosses

the finish line.

He doesn't crash and burn

like some douchebag I know.

Hey, that wasn't my fault.

The head gasket blew.

And then you ran the f***ing car

into the wall, you spastic shithead.

Whoa, baby. Thanks.

I can take care of myself.

Maybe I should drive.

- You might want to slow it down a bit.

- What for?

You don't need to

scare the poor guy.

F*** him. Watch this.

Dude!

That's a really shitty

thing to do, man.

I'm just waking him up.

You just can't help

yourself, can you?

What?

Screwing with people

for the hell of it.

It's a gift.

Just pull over,

all right. I got it.

I thought I was driving.

Look, I said just pull over.

Okay, thank you.

Stop it, man. I will kill you.

Hey!

What took you so long?

Austin was busy making friends

with the local truckers.

- What?

- Never mind.

- How'd she run?

- Smooth. Did a ton and a half.

Didn't even break a sweat.

Nice. Diagnostics working okay?

All green.

You know what, if the car is running

so smooth, maybe you should consider

giving your mechanic

a little raise.

What the hell?

What is that?

Jesus, what is that guy's problem?

It's that guy Austin pissed off.

Did I mention that was an

a**hole move, by the way?

What the hell is this guy doing?

He's going to try and pass us.

That's fine. I'm just going

to be cool and let him pass.

What an a**hole.

- That guy nearly hit you.

- I know. I know.

Now he's slowing down.

Let's blow by this jerk and

leave him in our dust.

Yeah, let's teach

this guy a lesson.

This guy's a bigger prick than me.

This guy's totally f***ing with us.

- I'll go left. You go right.

- Got it.

I can't get around him. Can

you see anything over there?

No, no. You've got nothing here.

- This guy's good.

- No! He's f***ing nuts!

I'll play possum on the right.

- It'll give you a window.

- Yeah, I got it.

Yeah, that's right, b*tch!

My turn. Let's see how this

guy likes his blind spot.

- Go! Go!

- Yeah, this guy likes his blind spot.

Run up!

Whoo!

We got him.

- He's coming back.

- What's with this guy?

- Holy sh*t!

- I got it. I got it. Hold on!

Jesus! Son of a b*tch!

You guys okay?

He just tried to run

us off the road.

F***!

You all right?

He's coming for you now.

Yeah.

Move, Jordon. Move!

Relax. He couldn't

touch me if he tried.

Sh*t!

- Did he hit them?

- No. They're fine.

- We should stop.

- Trucker's fine.

- We should call the cops!

- Look, they're fine. We're fine.

Okay, if we get the cops involved,

that could cost us a day.

Jordon!

Look, it's not like we're completely

innocent here, babe. All right?

If I get a driving mark on my

record, it could cost us the race.

Jordan's right.

We've got a race to run.

Maybe we should just tell them

that he ran us off the road.

We could call it in anonymously.

It's the right thing to do.

Listen, guys, if someone got

hurt, I would have stopped.

But nobody did, okay.

We're all fine.

Trucks jackknife all the time.

Okay, just trust me on this.

I know what I'm doing.

One Racer. Come back, One Racer.

Are you out there?

Who is it?

I don't know.

- Who is this?

- Is this One Racer and the fancy racecar?

Yes, it is.

Well, this is Rusty Nail.

Who are you?

I'm the trucker you just

ran off the road...

Jordon.

- And how do you know my name?

- I know your name, Jordon.

I know your whole team.

Yeah, what do you want?

You're gonna have to

pay for what you did.

You will.

And FYI, you're not gonna

make it to that race.

Just shut it off!

Don't talk to him anymore.

Well, what are we gonna do?

I don't know. We just keep going.

Drive hard for the border.

Hopefully we don't

run into him again.

He sounded pissed.

Yeah, well, good thing he's in

a big rig 50 miles behind us.

We'll open that gap up.

- Yeah.

- What have we gotten into?

Look, just stick on our tail, okay?

We're gonna head for the border.

Stay together.

What if he calls the cops?

Just drive.

This place is a beauty, huh?

Here. Pay with cash.

Leave no paper trail.

We'll try to hurry up.

All right, babe?

He rammed me and just knocked

the trailer right off the back.

I didn't see anything.

What's wrong? Why are you so mad?

Because he should have

stopped and called the cops.

Now we can all get in trouble.

- Can we really?

- Yeah. It was a dumb thing to do.

I always thought he would

do the right thing,

but I guess I was wrong.

- Hello?

- What if he reported us, Jordon?

Well, if he saw our license plate,

there could be a BOLO out for us.

We have two cars.

We filled them up.

Ah!

You should have let me fill you up.

We got it.

- What about your change?

- Keep it.

I can't get in any trouble.

You? You're not the one with

a criminal record, dipshit.

Which is why we gotta get to

the border. To avoid the police.

You know what? You're

making the wrong decision.

You're being a f***ing idiot.

You can't make that decision

for the rest of us.

I know what I'm doing, Jewel.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

But the truth is, you don't

know what you're doing.

And you're not going to

be doing it anymore.

Austin, you started this sh*t.

We're gonna take the support

truck to the next town,

and we're going to the police.

That is that.

Come on.

Yeah, and what about the race?

You know what, Jordon?

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