Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead Page #4

What ever happened

to honor among thieves?

You're gonna kill us all, then you're

gonna take the cash for yourself.

- That's what you're gonna do.

- Yeah, you're right.

I probably will kill all of you.

- Then why shouldn't we kill you now, eh?

- Good luck.

And you better be quick,

or you're surely gonna be dead.

Then I'll kill all you motherfuckers.

But I don't think

that's in your best interest...

- compared to a compromise.

- Hey. Hey.

I just wiped my ass with a $100 bill.

It's comin' out of your share, a**hole.

Now, shut the f*** up.

- What do you propose?

- You got one gun. I got two.

These humps have none.

Now, I can't carry

all the bags of cash on my own.

And if you kill me,

that's one less pair of hands.

Plus I have something none of you do.

- Yeah? What's that?

- Infrastructure.

What?

My men will find me.

And all of you can come with us

to a safe house and not be on the run.

And in exchange for that, you give me

one of the bags you're all carrying...

and you all get to keep the other one.

How can you trust him, Floyd?

We can't.

Deal.

Now get this bum up.

Sorry about your friends.

This isn't going to end well.

- I know that.

- Then why are you going along with them?

Up to now, being all chained together...

I really didn't have

much of a choice, did I?

So that's the fourth time we've passed

that tree in the last two hours.

What are you up to, Nate?

Bidin' my time.

Chavez catches on, man, he'll kill you.

He's right, Nate.

Even I noticed. You gotta be careful.

You should go back to the road.

Turn yourself in when the police arrive.

I am not going back

through the woods alone, unarmed...

to get sliced up by that hillbilly freak.

I don't know who's worse- him or Chavez.

Listen.

I'll do what I can to help you once

we've reached the ranger station.

I appreciate that, but I think

you should look after yourself first.

Chavez isn't gonna bring anyone

along for the ride that he can't use.

You're damn right.

He'll kill us all for the money.

If that cannibal freak

doesn't beat him to it.

It's ironic.

- What is?

- Money.

I struggled my whole life

to put myself through school...

so I could get outta here

and make good money.

So?

Now I'm holding in my hands

more money...

than most people

ever make in a lifetime...

and all I wanna do

is get rid of it.

This is a logging access road.

Fire watchtower's on the other side...

- further along the mountain.

- Hang on. Hang on.

Hang on. Hang on. Crawford.

Come here.

- Think you can jack that thing?

- Piece of cake, man.

Finally, a ride out of this sh*t-hole.

Wait a minute. That's the tow truck

that ran us off the road.

That's why Crawford here

is gonna go get it for us.

- Right, Crawford?

- I don't know about that, man. I mean-

It's a truck.

Just run over there and check it out.

Come on! We got the cash.

Now let's get the hell out of here!

No way, man! Send soldier boy, damn it!

I'm not the car thief. You are.

Could be a trap, man.

Get movin', a**hole. Go on.

Damn it.

Help me! Please!

F***in' hillbilly motherf***er!

I'm gonna find you,

then I'm gonna f***in'kill you!

No!

Let's backtrack and get as far away

from here as possible.

He's not gonna stop until we're all dead.

- Who the f*** is he? Tell me right now!

- I don't know!

The f*** you don't! You grew up here!

The sheriff said so!

Now you better get us the f*** outta

here before that freak comes back.

F*** him.

We don't need him anymore.

You kill me,

and you're on your own... lost.

Maybe I don't give a sh*t.

He doesn't know anything!

Can't you see that?

Whoa! Just wait a minute.

If you kill him now, we are f***ed.

Okay? We have no idea

where we're going...

with some crazy hick out there

trying to pick us all off one by one.

No.

Enough. Come on.

Now, you don't wanna see me angry.

Now, you get me to that station...

and a phone, you hear?

No!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop! God!

I need a rest.

Get the f*** up.

We gotta keep moving.

Get up, both of you.

It's the money that's slowing

us down, we gotta lose it.

No way.

They'll be looking for us

in a couple of hours.

If we don't show up at Hazelton,

the F.B.I. U.S. Marshals...

and every law officer in West Virginia

is gonna be hunting you.

Brandon's right. If you wanna

get away, you need to move quicker.

- Dump the money.

- Now you listen to me.

We move now with the cash,

or we all wait here and die.

She's the one who's slowin'us down.

Ah.

Be cool.

Be cool.

She's a nice piece of ass though.

Let's just pass her around,

then pop her in the head...

and get the f*** out of-

I'm gonna kill you, you f***in' b*tch!

Not just yet.

Now be cool. Stay calm.

I got this in hand.

Be cool. All right?

Now, you just chill the f*** out.

- You're dead, b*tch.

- We're all dead, a**hole!

Give me my gun back.

Looks like you got some

impulse-control issues there, Floyd.

I don't think so.

You having all three guns does us no good

if that freak comes after us again.

Then that's just a chance

I'm gonna have to take.

They're gonna start lookin' for us soon.

There'll be a full search by morning.

- If we make it till then.

- We'll make it.

These guys don't look like

they're just gonna let you go.

Why haven't they

killed you already?

They need me.

And what happens when they

don't need you anymore?

I'm not planning

on finding out.

There should be a radio

and cell phone at the watchtower.

I'll call for help

once we get there.

How do you plan on keeping

this lot under control?

There's a ladder.

Only one person

can climb up at a time.

It's 75 feet straight up

and through a trapdoor.

Each station has a gun hidden in it,

and I know where they keep it.

It's a tight space. I can ambush

Chavez when we're up there.

I just want to go home.

It'll be okay, Alex.

I'll get you out of this.

Walkin' a little slow there,

aren't you, Floyd?

She hurt you that bad?

- Die, b*tch!

- Wha-

Come on.

Sheriff Carver calling Deputy Lane.

Come in. Over.

Ally, this is Calvin. Come in. Over.

County Dispatch, this is Sheriff Carver.

- I want to report an emergency. Over.

- Go, Sheriff.

The custody bus

from Grafton Penitentiary has crashed...

off the old mill road near mile marker 37.

I'm goin' in to take a look around.

Carver out.

- Dispatch, this is Carver.

- Come in, Sheriff.

There is no one onboard.

Gonna see if I can track them.

- Carver out.

- Roger that.

Come on. Let's go.

All right. Stop. He's had enough.

- I say when the Nazi bastard's

had enough!

- Now, which way did they go?

- I don't know.

I didn't see 'em go.

Come on.

Well, what do we do with him?

F*** him. Leave him.

Nate, I...

I can't run anymore.

I... I just need a minute.

We need to keep moving.

We just have to make it a few more hours,

and then we'll be fine.

The police are coming. You can do this.

Listen, Chavez.

You can't get out of here alone.

- You know that, right?

- I'll be fine.

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