Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead Page #5

- Well, I can get you out of these woods.

- So, what do you want?

A fair deal.

- How much?

- No.

I don't want the money. I don't need it.

But you gotta promise me that

you'll let me go when your boys show up.

Fine.

And, uh, I also need one of those guns.

Why should I give you a gun?

Because whatever's hunting us is gonna

continue hunting us till we're both dead.

It's simple tactical strategy.

Two gunners are better than one.

And why should I trust you?

Why would I f*** you?

I helped you with Floyd, didn't I?

Well, I didn't run.

Ah.

Where will you take them, Nate?

I'm too old for this sh*t.

Come on.

We gotta go. We're not far now.

- Psst!

- We gotta move.

We gotta keep moving.

- I can't go on anymore.

- Come on.

Over there.

Okay. Let's leave the bags down over here.

Come on.

We'll come back for them later.

You shouldn't have run.

Stop it! Stop it!

Shut the f*** up, puta!

This is all your fault!

- Maybe I should end you first!

- Wait. That's not gonna get us anywhere.

It gets the b*tch

outta the way though!

The watchtower's

just right over the hill.

You've been leading us

in circles all night.

Why should I believe you now?

It's just over the hill...

right there. I swear.

It'll take 2 minutes

to find out. Please.

Get this b*tch out!

Move.

This is it?

A bunch of f***in' charcoal?

- It must've been burned down.

- No sh*t.

So now what?

I don't know. This is the only place

I knew of that had a radio.

You've been f***in' with me

the whole time, haven't you?

- No.

- F*** you. You're a liar!

He's not lying. Nate thought

the tower was gonna be here.

We were gonna barricade

ourselves in and call for help.

Well, let's just keep moving,

all right?

It's gotta be at least

three or four am. By now.

- We could go northeast.

- I've had enough of your bullshit.

Get on your f***in' knees!

Get on your f***in' knees!

There's a small town

- I'll take you there.

- F*** you. Say good-bye, a**hole.

- Think about this, Chavez.

- He's out there.

What?

I can feel him.

He's been following us. He's close.

Shh.

I warned you.

Get it off me!

Get this f***ing dog off me!

Drop the gun! Down, boy!

- Get the dog off me!

- Take his guns, Nate.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Sheriff.

Just really glad to see you.

When you didn't answer your cell,

I... I came looking.

- There are others out there.

- How many?

Don't know. At least one other prisoner

and some freak hillbilly local.

Hillbilly? That can't be.

Please. Let's just get out of here.

Okay. Come on. Let's move it up there.

Hey, you, come on.

Move your ass. Get up.

Come on! Move it!

Move it,

you son of a b*tch! Move!

Come on, honey.

He's close. He's really close.

- Who is?

- He's a f***ing monster.

Please. Please. I just want to get home.

Oh, all right. Just-

Just calm down, little lady.

If you think you're

moving out of this forest...

without going back for the cash,

you're f***in' wrong.

Now move. Move.

Jackpot.

Chavez, you stupid son of a b*tch.

This is where the sheriff

reported the bus crash.

On foot in this terrain,

they should be within this perimeter.

I want it approached from all sides,

and we'll work our way in.

When is the air support getting here?

They're in the air.

They should be here within the hour.

Gentleman, we have a man out there.

I want all precautions taken.

- Let's move.

- Yes, sir.

- Where's my bags?

- Are you sure this was the spot?

Yes, this was the spot.

Now where's my goddamn f***in' money?

- Huh?

- It's Floyd.

I'm gonna kill that motherf***er.

No. I'm gonna skin him alive first...

then I'm gonna f***ing kill him!

Sh*t!

You-You stay here and you guard them.

You hear?

You don't move! Don't move!

That'll teach that motherf***er!

Who's laughin' now,

you Mexican piece of sh*t?

Let me go, Brandon.

I can't.

I'm sorry. If I do, he'll kill me.

- Then let her go.

- I'm not leaving you.

I see you!

You cocksucker! You're f***in' dead!

F*** you, Chavez!

You can pick it up!

You can pick it all up!

You're f***in' dead!

- Dead!

- F*** you!

Come on.

Come on out, you hick motherf***er!

I'll kill you with my bare f***in' hands!

Sh*t! My money!

My God.

What do we do now?

We die... if we don't start fighting back.

Let's head towards that town!

Come on! Move! Let's go!

- It's gotta be a trap.

- Yeah, but why would he think it'd work?

What the f*** does he want?

You hear that? You hick-ass motherf***er!

What do you want? Huh?

Tell me, you son of a b*tch.

Can't be the money.

You've already f***in' burnt that!

Huh? What do you want?

Okay. You want to f*** with me? Huh?

- Come here. Come here.

- What the hell are you doing?

Come on, f***-stick!

Huh? A head for a head!

There she is. Take hers.

Come on, you bastard!

It's what you want, isn't it?

Take the b*tch!

Run.

No!

- Alex!

- Nate!

- Alex!

- Stop!

- No!

- Alex!

Alex!

You son of a b*tch!

We've gotta go after her.

No.

He's gone. She's gone.

We're moving on.

- I'm gonna leave her to him.

- I said, we're moving on.

Now lead us out of here.

No.

This is something

I should have a long time ago...

you stupid son of a b*tch.

Here. I'm sorry I let it go this far.

What are you gonna do?

Try and reach that town.

Good luck.

Get her back, Nate.

Should we kill him?

I'm not a murderer,

Brandon, and neither are you.

Somebody!

Help me!

Help me!

Please let me go!

Help me!

Help me!

Nate! Nate!

Help me!

Please let me go!

Nate!

Nate!

Please, somebody!

Help me!

Leon. Hey, boy.

Come here, boy. Come here.

Find her, Leon. Find Alex, okay?

Go, boy.

Help me.

Help me.

No!

No!

No!

You made a bad choice, army boy.

Hey! Hey!

Here! I'm here!

Hey!

There you are.

I've been looking for you.

Bring it, you motherf***er!

What's the matter,

you cracker-ass f***in' freak?

Scared of losing your head?

Is that it, huh?

That all you got?

Now you're dead!

I'm gonna kill you now!

You're dead.

God!

Looks like we're even.

Puto.

Sh*t.

Ain't so tough.

Yeah. Good boy.

- Where is he?

- I don't know. Just hurry.

Nate, she's dead.

No!

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

Look.

It's almost dawn.

We made it through the night.

Thank you, Nate...

for coming back for me.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God, Nate!

Oh, God.

Get the shotgun!

Nate!

Alex! Alex!

We gotta get out of here. Alex!

- It's me.

- Get Alex first.

I got you.

My leg.

Give me your arm.

It's okay. He's gone.

Funny-

All that money...

up in flames.

You really didn't kill that bartender,

did you?

No.

So, now what?

You didn't make it.

Nobody goes looking for a dead con.

You'd do that for me?

Just stay out of trouble.

I will.

Trust me.

Is it them?

Miami, South Beach...

surrounded by p*ssy.

I'm gonna miss you, Walter.

Like I said...

never trust a con.

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