Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead Page #2

when you found out...

your wife was f***ing a real marine,

you punk-ass b*tch?

That's enough. Shut up.

Man, I'm just saying, I don't

wanna be chained to a murderer.

I mean, at least stealing cars,

that's an honorable trade.

Jesus Christ, Crawford. Floyd over here

killed 3 people that we know about.

That... That's different, man.

Floyd's my friend.

Just get moving!

Keep it moving.

Get outta the way.

Move. Watch your step.

Here are the transfers.

Gas up here.

The sheriff will be told

you're coming...

you're scheduled to arrive.

Stupid sh*t, making us go all night.

F***ing bullshit! Don't you think?

Shut the f*** up and don't talk.

Floyd!

- What the hell?

- What you laughing at, b*tch?

- F*** you, Adolf.

- You're dead, wetback.

Enough!

It's not him you should be worrying about.

Right?

It's all right. I got the word out.

It better be all right, homes.

So...

what you gonna do

when you graduate law school?

Practice law.

I know that, wiseass.

- What kind of law?

- The kind that buys me a big townhouse...

on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

- So it's all about money?

- I plan on doing some pro bono work.

But first I got to be successful.

Hmm. You got some pretty big expectations.

I put myself through school, and I'm gonna

put myself through law school.

And when I'm all done,

I wanna retire to, like, Miami.

South Beach. Live a nice,

comfortable life, you know.

Retire?

Man, you'll be too old to enjoy it.

Money isn't everything, my friend.

- I gotta go.

- Just can't wait.

- Move.

- Oh, God.

- Walter, where's the fire?

- 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?

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