Wrong Turn 2: Dead End Page #4

nuclear card, send it someplace else.

No worries.

- Hey, where's M. And Elena?

- Oh.

Back at the river shooting

the unrated version of the DVD.

I'll see you two later.

Oh, dude.

I can't even move.

I'm so stuffed, sex is gonna have to wait.

Sh*t ghost!

- Ow!

- You're nasty.

If you win,

what will you do with the money?

When I win, I'm gonna throw the most

outrageous beach party in history.

You're a clich, dude.

How about you?

Well, when I win, I plan on getting

my degree in sports medicine.

Since my arm won't let me play football

anymore, I figure I can still help others.

You know, stay in the game.

Can't be a football hero,

so you'll settle for a hero of any kind.

Yeah, somethin' like that.

Nice to know there's

still hope for mankind.

Dude, if you're sayin' this

to get in her pants, forget about it.

- She doesn't play on our team.

- Shut up. How about you?

What you plan on doin'

with the cash?

I owe my father a bunch of money.

- If I win, I am free and clear of him for good.

- Your father?

He doesn't approve of my lifestyle.

Wants nothing to do with me.

Hmm. I guess you can't choose family.

Man, M. Is so screwed.

He wanted a show for Middle America,

but he hired a lesbo...

a sensitivejock, a bipolar vegan...

an extreme f***-up

and Miss Hollywood.

Dude, we're the red-state cast

from hell.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Yo, Nina.

- You all right, Nina?

- Mara's... dead.

- What happened to you?

- We have to get out of here- now.

- What?

- They killed her!

- Hey, look. Calm down.

- They'll find us here!

Take a deep breath. Who will find us here?

What are you talkin' about?

These hillbilly freaks!

They killed Mara...

and they tied her

to the hood of their truck!

We have to get out ofhere

right now!

- This is awesome!

- What is wrong with you?

- I'm not kidding!

- Come on. It's part of the game.

- Post-apocalyptic crazies roaming through

the forest. - It's not a game, okay?

These hillbillies

were eating her finger!

Hillbilly cannibals.

M. Is a genius.

- Stop laughing!

- Yo, stop laughing, man, okay? Hold on.

It's Mara. She's M.'s girlfriend.

She was in on it. I got this.

What you saw was special effects.

What I saw was real!

We need to get out of here now!

- Please.

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah. We're going.

This is just a test

to see if we bug out.

These kind of shows always

screw with their contestants.

You guys wanna go, go ahead. I'm

stayin' put and winnin' the hundred G's.

Then they'll kill you too, man.

What?

No!

Nina? Nina!

- Get the f***-

- That-That's Kimberly's tattoo.

Holy sh*t. That's her leg.

That's it. Game's over.

Amber, let's go.

Come on.

Jonesy!

- They're f***ing cannibals, dude.

- Shut up.

- Where the hell's the R. V?

- Just over the ridge.

- Keep quiet and keep moving.

- I ain't stoppin'.

My foot!

- Let me look at it.

- I'm a shark, man. I gotta keep moving, or I die.

- Shut the f*** up.

- You guys get to the R. V.

We'll be right behind you.

- This is gonna suck.

- Oh, sh*t!

I need to put pressure on that.

- Come on. Give me your wristband.

- No!

Look, you don't

have to hide anymore.

How'd you know?

When I found out I'd never play football

again, I spiraled down pretty hard.

My therapist told me I should sit in

one of her suicide support groups.

You know,

give me a better perspective.

There was a girl that used to do the

same thing, only she used a bandana.

- So how old is the scar?

- About six months.

What happened?

I just trusted too many

of the wrong people... all my life.

- But I'm past it now.

- So it's old news?

Why do you think I came to win this game?

Guess you'll get your chance

to do just that.

You so much as fart, old man,

and I'll drop you.

Don't kill me, brother.

I'm a good Christian man.

- Sh*t. Are you sure?

- Yeah. This was the place.

Here are the tire tracks,

the empty equipment cases, the garbage.

This is so f'ed in the A.

- The f***ing R.V. Is gone!

- Let's just keep going!

- We're dead meat.

- Where to? The nearest town is 50 miles away.

We're all gonna end up

hillbilly barbecue.

- I'm not gonna tell you again. Keep quiet!

- Just come on.

- There's that old paper mill out by the main road.

- It's abandoned.

- We gotta dig in somewhere.

- Maybe there's a public phone.

Dude, you know why they call it abandoned?

'Cause there's nothing in it, including phones!

- Hey!

- Don't hurt me!

That's a bear trap.

There's no animals around here.

Why do they have

a f***ing bear trap set?

They're not trapping bears.

They're trapping people.

There's no wildlife to eat around here.

They're eating us.

Okay, I was wrong. Paper mill's a

great idea. Let's just get outta here.

No, no, no. Look, man, if we take the

road, we're sitting ducks, all right?

So I want everyone to stick together

and watch where you step.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Yeah.

Who you blowin' up, old-timer?

Oh, just the trout.

Only way to bring 'em

to the surface.

Dynamite stuns 'em.

Then they float like lily pads,

and I just scoop 'em up.

Pretty wife.

Yeah, that's my Delilah.

Gave me the happiest days of my life.

God bless her soul.

You know,

you one lucky son of a b*tch.

Lotta folk go in them woods.

Never seen one come out.

I stay clear of them myself.

How many of those freaks

are out there?

Hard to know. More than the ones

you run across. That's for sure.

What are they?

Oh, just like you and me, brother,

'cept uglier...

and a lot stronger.

Hey, I hit one of them young'uns

once in my pickup.

He popped up and just kept goin'.

It's the chemicals changed 'em.

Pulp mill shut down

near 30 years ago...

and left a mess.

And the poison killed off

all the game.

Most folks 'round these parts left.

There's one family

that stayed on in this holler...

and pretty soon their babies started

gushin' out of their mama's womb...

just as ugly as them trout

I got hangin' out there.

And then they grow up,

have kids of their own.

Turned out even worse.

You gonna stay for a bite?

Fish is ugly,

but they fry up real good.

No. Much obliged,

but I gotta get goin'.

Well, if you're gonna head out

to get your friends, settle the score...

best jump to it before it gets dark.

You don't wanna be out

in them woods at night.

Why do you stay, old-timer?

Well, I could never leave.

Gotta stay close to my young'uns.

You motherf***er!

I gonna kill you, man!

You killed my boy!

I'm gonna kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you, motherf***er!

I'll kill you!

Motherf***er! I'm sure 'nough gonna kill you!

I'll get you!

I'll teach you to mess with my kids!

Say hello to the missus for me.

It's one of them.

- It's Elena.

- Yeah? What makes you think that?

Hey!

Get off her!

Oh, my God.

Nina, wait!

Oh, sh*t.

Come on! Come on!

Help me!

Help!

- Where's Nina?

- She deserted us.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Just keep moving.

Look, split up.

I'll find Nina.

- We'll meet up at the mill. Go!

- Okay.

- Nina!

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