Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead Page #3

Looks like you're screwed too,

aren't you, Nate?

Did you just say rafts?

Yeah. Two of'em.

Then that's our way out of here.

Down the river.

Now, you take us there, sugar tits,

and I'll make it worth your while.

I think I was better off with that freak.

Now move. Move!

Hey. How old do you think she is?

I don't know, man. Twenty maybe.

Goddamn it. I think I'm gonna

make that one sit and spin.

Man, not if I don't first.

Hey, baby. Baby.

Hey, you like-you like cars?

I can jack you any car

your sweet little ass wants.

Huh? Aw.

Well, would you look at that.

Hey, Floyd, check it out.

Is that an armored car?

Which way?

I'm not sure.

I thought it was this way.

But it doesn't look familiar.

Careful.

You. How old would you say

that thing is?

Late '50s maybe.

Let's go.

Still locked.

- Climb in the cab and take a look around.

- We're wasting valuable time.

- Let's just go.

- He's right.

Let's go.

Shut the f*** up, b*tch, and don't even

think about giving me an attitude.

'Cause I'll shoot you where you stand,

you hear?

You. I said climb in the f***ing cab

and take a look around.

- Any dead bodies?

- No. They're gone.

They must have been ejected.

You guys have a look around for bones.

One of the guards must have had some keys.

I don't think you'll find anything.

Why?

Because somebody broke the windshield

from the outside to get inside.

All the glass is in here.

Andjudging from the amount

of dried blood, they died in the cab.

- You find anything else?

- No.

Then get out of there.

Found these.

This might just be our lucky day.

Well, I'll be damned.

Sweet Mother ofJesus!

- We're f***ing rich!

- Holy sh*t!

- How much money do you think's in there?

- Who cares?

- It'll just slow us down.

- Fine. We'll split your share.

- The f*** we will.

- It's equal shares all around.

Why would I give a little f***ing beaner

like you anything?

He won't suspect you.

You f***ing morons.

A little money,

and you all lose your mind?

This is how it's gonna work.

Each of you will carry two bags.

- You. Hand out the bags.

- I don't want the money.

I don't give a sh*t what you want.

You're carrying the cash. Got it?

You too.

I have to help Walter.

He can't walk on his own.

I don't give a sh*t

what you gotta do. Pick up the bags.

Go on. Go on.

Now move. Move!

Go on.

- Him too.

- He can't. He's too badly injured.

- I'll carry his bags.

- Or I will.

Everybody's got to carry their own weight.

- Now, pick 'em up.

- Please.

- Just let me carry the bags for Walter.

- Shut up!

I'm waiting.

You smiling bastard.

Pick 'em up.

Pick 'em up!

You know what they say about money,

don't you, Chavez?

I don't know, Corrections Officer.

What do they say about money?

They say money's hard to spend-

when you're dead.

Now, that was a stupid thing to do,

now, wasn't it? Huh?

Now just pick up the bags.

Shove it up your ass.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Okay.

You hear me?

Shove it up your ass, motherf***er.

Oh, my God!

No! Walter! Walter!

Don't. Don't do it.

Not now.

You stubborn f***.

What the f***?

Come here.

This is what's been f***ing with us?

A mutant kid?

That's not him.

This thing was a full-grown man.

He was deformed like him.

Oh, would you look at that. It's got

three f***ing toes. Probably his kid, huh?

Okay.

Now, let's send this

cocksucking hillbilly a message.

You. Hold it.

- Floyd.

- Yeah.

- Hold him down.

- Come here.

Hold him down.

Hold him down.

- Here's the rafts.

- What?

That's a two-man raft.

That's not gonna

hold all of us and the money.

- Huh? So what do we do know?

- It's just for the bags.

You can go f*** yourself

if you think you're taking it all.

Let's worry about that

once we get these chains off.

Man, that ain't gonna work.

This might sting a little at first.

God... damn it! F***!

What the f*** did you do that for?

Well, you said the rocks

weren't gonna work.

- So I thought that'll do the trick.

- Are you f***ing crazy?

I don't know. Maybe I am.

How are we gonna deal

with the boat?

Let's just get it

in the river first...

and then we'll figure it

all out, all right?

Uh, I don't think

that's a good idea, man.

Shut up, Crawford.

- Now we're walking.

- You stupid son of a b*tch!

Oh, God!

F***in' a**hole!

Why did you f***in' do that? Huh?

Why did you f***in' do that?

Tell me! F***in' tell me!

Stop it! Stop it!

You got something to say? Huh?

You got something to f***ing say?

Looks like you still need this mule

to carry your money.

That's right. Then I guess it's back

to you, Corrections Officer Wilson.

Now, you wanna live,

you get me the f*** out of here.

Now, lead on! Lead on!

Get up! Get up!

Give me that.

Now, move! Move!

Get a f***ing move on.

Sounds like

he's learned his lesson.

Either that, or we just pissed him off.

Good evening.

Hello.

Hi Sheriff, I just

got a call from a Cliff Moore.

He said he spotted a truck up by

the upper river inlet yesterday.

- Any sign of the kids?

- No.

If it's all the same to you, I thought

I'd drive out there and take a look.

Any word from Nate Wilson

or the corrections office?

No. Not a peep. Why?

Were you expecting a call?

No. I just got a bad feeling,

that's all.

I'll be there in a minute.

What is that?

It can't be,

but it looks like Preslow's keys.

Good. Now we can get

these f***in' chains off.

Now!

Come on, you motherfuckin' hillbilly!

Come get me!

You got a death wish?

Don't f*** with me again. Right?

F***.

What the hell is going on?

I'll tell you what's going on.

He's gonna kill us all.

That's what's going on.

He's hunting us.

Well, he won't be the only one

hunting us in a couple of hours.

- So let's go.

- How are we supposed to do that?

Here. Cut it at the knee joint.

You don't have to cut through any bone.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

F***ing p*ssy. Give me that.

F***ing wetback.

At the knee joint. That's it.

Piece of sh*t.

Okay. Let's get out of here.

Come on. Get your bags.

Let's get out of here.

Take that. Come on! Move!

Why don't you call Hazelton?

And say what exactly?

That I got a bad feeling?

That Nate didn't answer his cell?

It just seems like

an awful lot of effort for a hunch.

Well, it's my hunch, so it's my effort.

You really think they staged a breakout?

I don't know what to think, Ally.

What about that truck up by the river?

You follow it up.

What is this place?

This doesn't look like the watchtower.

It's not. I've never seen

this place before.

There has to be some tools

that we can use on these chains.

- And you better make it quick.

- Move.

Jackpot!

- Give me that.

- Wait your turn, a**hole.

- How much farther?

- I'm not sure.

- A couple of hours maybe.

- You better find it.

Oh-ho-ho, man.

I got to go pinch a loaf.

- I say we split up.

- No.

- Maybe it's a good idea.

- You think this is a democracy?

You wanna f***in' debate me?

What happens when we meet up

with your men?

What're you gonna do then, Chavez?

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