Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials Page #4

Let's just hear him out.

See what he has to say.

Jorge, they're here.

Quiet.

Damn it.

Do you ever get the feeling

the whole world's against you?

Three questions.

Where did you come from?

Where are you going?

How can I profit?

Don't all answer at once.

We're headed for the mountains.

Looking for the Right Arm.

You're looking for ghosts, you mean.

Question number two.

Where did you come from?

That's our business.

Hey!

Get the hell off me!

Get the hell off me, man!

Shut up, you big baby.

What is that?

You were right.

Right about what?

What is she talking about?

I'm sorry, hermano.

Looks like you're tagged.

You came from WICKED.

Which means...

you're very valuable.

Good plan, Thomas.

"Just hear what the man has to say."

Really working out for us.

Shut up, Minho.

Maybe I can reach the rope.

Enjoying the view?

What the hell do you want?

That is the question.

My men want to sell you back to WICKED.

Life has taught them to think small.

I'm not like that.

Something tells me

that you're not either.

Is the blood rushing to my head

or is this shank not making any sense?

Tell me what you know

about the Right Arm.

I thought you said they were ghosts.

I happen to believe in ghosts.

Especially when I hear them

chattering on the airwaves.

You tell me what you know,

and maybe we can make a deal.

We don't know much.

Okay! Okay, all right.

They're hiding in the mountains.

And they attacked WICKED.

They got out a bunch of kids.

That's it. That's all we know.

Yo, Jorge.

What's going on?

Me and my new friends

were just getting acquainted.

We're done now.

Hey, wait. You're not gonna help us?

Don't worry, hermano.

We'll get you back to where you belong.

Hang tight.

Going somewhere?

We both are.

Pack what you need. Do it quietly.

Where exactly are we going?

It's real, Bren.

These kids are our ticket.

The Right Arm can't turn us away.

Go now.

Okay. I got it.

Minho, ready?

Yeah.

Gotcha. Okay. One, two, here we go.

- Ready?

- Three.

Oh, sh*t.

In position. Send them in.

Come on, Minho. Push her harder!

Sh*t.

This is it.

One...

two... three!

- Yes!

- Yes!

Okay.

Teresa, hurry!

So what,

you're just gonna give it all up?

Everything you've built?

There's no future here.

What happens when another gang

finds this place?

And I lose control,

and I can't protect you.

I don't need you to protect me.

What happens if you get the Flare?

What am I supposed to do then?

Chain you up, watch you turn?

Put a bullet in your head?

Is that what you expect of me?

I would do the same thing for you.

Good evening!

This is the

World Catastrophe Killzone Department.

We have your compound

completely surrounded.

You find yourselves,

through no fault of your own...

in possession of WICKED property.

Barkley.

Return them to us unharmed and we'll

consider this a simple misunderstanding.

Hang on, guys.

Or you can resist...

Newt!

...and every last one of you will die.

It won't be long before

the Flare wipes out the rest of us.

The hope of a cure lies in your hands.

The choice is yours.

Go get the kids.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna play 'em my favorite song.

Oh, sh*t.

Okay. Let's go, let's go.

We're not trying to cause any trouble, okay?

We just got to get out of here.

Is that so?

Janson, I got 'em for ya.

I'm bringing 'em down.

Don't shoot us.

Come on. Let's go.

I said let's go.

You little bastard!

Okay. Come on.

Come on! Let's go!

Barkley, what's your location?

Barkley, are you there?

Sir, you hearing this?

What is that?

Brenda! Hurry!

We don't have much time!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Right this way!

You gotta be kidding me.

Plan B, hermano.

You kids wanna get to the Right Arm?

I'll lead you to them.

But you're gonna owe me.

Follow me!

All right! Let's go!

- Come on!

- Everyone, go.

Go! Come on.

- Come on!

- Aris, come on.

All units, push in!

They're on the top floor!

Top floor!

We're on the move!

Go!

Go, Aris, go.

Teresa, you're next. Come on.

Brenda! Where you going?

Just go. I'm right behind you.

Hurry.

Alpha 22 in pursuit.

We're on the move!

Brenda, come on. What are you doing?

We gotta go!

- I got it.

- Come on.

Sh*t.

Take cover!

Go! Go!

Sh*t!

Come on, hurry!

We're running out of time!

- On the east!

- Cut 'em off!

I got eyes on!

Here, follow me!

Come on!

Stop! Stay right where you are!

Sh*t.

No, we need them.

You go around. I'll go after them.

Over here. Over here.

Kid, don't move!

Brenda, where are we going?

Hurry! The song's almost over!

Holy sh*t!

Come on.

Thomas! Come on!

Are you okay?

Yeah, great.

No, no. How are we gonna

get back to the others?

Relax. I'm gonna get us out of here.

Here.

Why are you helping us?

Trust me, it's not my idea.

Jorge seems to think you guys

are our ticket to the safe haven.

The what?

You know, paradise.

Safe from the sun,

free of infection.

Supposedly, the Right Arm's

been taking kids there for years.

Immunes, anyway.

And you know where that is?

No.

But Jorge knows a guy.

Marcus.

He used to smuggle kids

up into the mountains.

If Jorge made it out,

that's where he'll be taking your friends.

If he made it out?

You ask a lot of questions.

Can you just come over here

and help me with this?

Please.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

Yeah.

Down here they'll be full term.

Let's go.

I think it's this way.

You think?

Do people live down here?

The Solar Storms

forced people underground.

Jorge says there's settlements

all over these tunnels.

So, what about Jorge?

Is he your father?

Close enough.

Truth is, I don't really know what he is.

He's just always been there.

And I've always done what he's asked

me to do, no matter how stupid.

So you don't think

the Right Arm is real?

I think...

hope is a dangerous thing.

Hope has killed more of my friends

than the Flare and the Scorch combined.

Just thought Jorge was smarter than that.

Damn.

Hey, I think it might be this way.

Brenda?

Brenda?

I'm over here.

Look at this.

What? What is it?

What the hell is this?

I don't know.

Jesus.

Go, go, go!

Oh, my God!

Come on!

Keep going!

We're almost there. Come on.

Come on! This way!

Thomas! Come on!

Okay.

- Go, go!

- Come on!

Keep going!

Watch out!

Are you okay?

Come on!

Follow me!

Yeah, I'm behind you.

Go, go, go!

- Okay, go, go!

- Come on!

Brenda!

Brenda!

You okay?

Yeah.

Hang on, I'm gonna find a way down.

No, Brenda, don't move.

Don't move!

- Come on.

- I can't.

Brenda, grab my hand.

No, no!

Thomas!

- Brenda!

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