Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead Page #2

- Man, I got to go.

Hey, hey, me too, man.

Can you hurry it up?

You will each have an opportunity

to use the restroom.

- Keep moving.

- Hey, sweetie.

Nate? Nate Wilson?

- Well, I'll be damned.

- Hi, Sheriff.

- I haven't seen you

since you were about 12.

Well, since your folks moved away.

Is that Leon? Here, boy.

Sure is. Fourteen years old

and still acts like a knucklehead.

- How's your dad?

- Uh, Dad passed away a few years back.

Mom's fine though.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Next.

He was a good man. He was a great help

when we had that trouble...

- at the old mill years ago.

- Mm-hmm.

I think it got to him.

I can't believe how you've grown.

- Law enforcement to boot.

- Hmm.

You two know each other?

Sure thing.

Nate was brought up around here.

Damn, Nate.

I knew you were a hick.

But, like, sh*t,

this is the middle of nowhere.

Yeah.

- Coffee?

- That'd be great.

Yeah.

That better be my name tag

you're staring at.

Are those guns

standard issue, baby?

What did you just say?

Easy there, honeypot.

Oh, you like

the rough stuff, huh?

Hell, I can do that, even all tied up,

I can show a girl a good time.

You like being tied up?

You mean all hog-tied,

bound and gagged...

- to where I can't move a muscle?

- Aw, yeah. That's it, baby.

No. I don't like to be tied up.

Aw, now, don't be that way, sugar.

You, get moving.

Thanks.

So, uh...

why are you going through Greenbrier?

High-profile prisoner. They wanted

to keep the route confidential.

- You going by the old mill road?

- Yeah. That's the plan.

Until we hook up with the main highway

on the other side of the mountain.

- It's good to see you, Nate. Safe trip.

- Thanks, Sheriff.

Hey, hey. Give us a call when you

get through the backcountry.

Or give me your cell,

and I'll call you.

Maybe we can grab a beer

on your way back.

Sounds good.

I think it's a conspiracy.

I mean, the World Bank is owned

by 12 motherfuckers...

who run our lives.

And they decide

to put us into recession...

just when I'm about

to buy a house.

You know, it's like

that old Michael Douglas movie.

You know,

the one with the 12 judges...

that decide to hand out

the wrong form of justice?

- What was it again?

- The Star Chamber.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, I mean, the World Bank

is the f***ing Star Chamber.

- Hello.

- What is it?

There's some a**hole

blinking his high beam.

Go around, a**hole!

Now he's slowing down.

- Make up your mind, prick.

- Just keep cool. Don't slow down.

He just shut off his lights.

All right, we're in

an emergency procedure.

Don't stop. This could be

an escape attempt.

What the f*** is going on?

Get on the radio now.

Uh, Hazelton-

Uh, Hazelton, this is Custody Bus-

Holy sh*t!

Damn it.

Uh, Hazelton, this is Custody Bus 2

from Grafton Penitentiary.

Come in. Over. Come in. Over!

Oh, f***!

Hey, guard! Come on!

Let us out! We're gonna fry!

Come on! Get up!

Hey, don't let me burn!

- Please, I don't wanna burn!

- Of course.

Of course the f***ing torch

doesn't wanna burn.

- Walter!

- Come on, man!

Please get us out ofhere!

We're gonna burn!

Everybody move to the back of the bus.

Chavez, move.

We're getting out the back. Come on!

Get up! Come on.

Get the f*** up.

Now, don't be a hero, and we'll be cool.

- All right?

- Let me get the other two out of the bus.

Shut the f*** up and hand me the keys.

They're in the bus. I dropped them.

Drop the gun,

or I'll blow your face off.

Maybe I shouldjust save the state

the cost of room and board.

You guys see that sh*t?

Right in the f***ing neck.

Hey, guys, come on out!

Your idiots nearly killed us all.

What the f*** was that?

Shoot the f***er! Come on!

Who's out there?

Let's move before the bus blows.

You, move.

- Walter's still on the bus.

- I don't give a sh*t. Move.

Now! Come on. Let's get out ofhere.

I know I'm a redneck, but a bow

and f***ing arrow? Who the f*** does that?

I don't know, and I don't give a sh*t.

All I know is we're all getting

the f*** out of here.

You, get in that bus.

Get me the keys for these chains.

Walter.

Come on. I'm gonna get you out of here.

Come on. I got you.

Smart move.

Now, get him up.

Get going.

Okay, let's stop here

and get off these f***ing leg irons.

F***. What's up with these keys?

There are three different sets of keys.

One for the cuffs, one for the cage

and one for the leg irons.

- So hand me the other ones.

- They were in the bus. I told you.

- This is the only set I found.

- F***ing liar. Kill him.

I say who lives and who dies.

The f*** you do, a**hole.

Let's just find out exactly what's

going on around here. Alright?

- When was Hazelton expecting us?

- Just before dawn.

All right. Now, that gives us

a five-hour head start.

Man, we ain't going anywhere

in a hurry all tethered together...

by the ankles like this.

You're right. We have to find a way

of getting outta these irons.

You. Sheriff said you grew up

around here. Which way do we go?

- It's been years. I don't know.

- Just kill the son of a b*tch, man.

No, no, no, no.

Officer Wilson here's gonna be my compass.

You take me to a phone, you live.

You don't, you die.

- Do I make myself clear?

- Yeah.

- Good.

- What about whoever's out there?

They won't be coming back

if they know what's good for them.

Now, which way do we go?

There's an old forest ranger's fire

watchtower near the top of the mountain.

It should have communication equipment.

- A radio. Maybe a cell phone.

- Good.

So pick up your pig and lead the way.

Miami. South Beach.

That's where I should be.

Retired and surrounded by p*ssy.

Sounds like a plan.

Hurry it up.

You kill that motherf***er

first chance you get. You hear me?

I hear you, Walter. Save your energy.

There he is!

Take it easy.

- Take it easy. Nobody wants to hurt you.

- Is that one of'em?

- A f***ing little b*tch did all this?

- Don't be stupid.

She's not who I saw on the tow truck.

She's got nothing to do with this.

- Let's just cap the b*tch and move on.

- You're gonna be fine.

Maybe we should f*** her first.

I don't know about you,

but it's been a long time.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Just let me go before it finds me.

- Please.

- Just let her go. We don't need her.

- Just shut up, a**hole.

- Nobody's going anywhere.

What happened to you?

My friends and I were rafting

on the Bluefish River...

two days ago.

We were having a good time.

We stopped for the night.

Then it happened.

- What?

- It killed my friends.

"It"? I thought it was

just some hillbilly.

It eats people.

No. You got to be out of your mind.

It's a f***ing mutant! Deformed!

It's got, like, three fingers on one hand.

And it kills to feed.

I've seen it.

So then, why doesn't it eat

the animals in the woods?

Because there are none.

It's a cannibal. We're its food.

We're gonna get you out ofhere.

Everything's gonna be okay.

What's your name?

- Alex.

- I'm Nate.

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