Joy Ride 3 Page #5

some kind of satanic sacrifice.

Jesus, Barry! You need to

get back on your meds.

Just stay below the speed

limit. You'll be fine.

That is until your car

shuts off by itself.

What do you mean by that?

It's some sort of electronic

dead zone out there.

Sometimes everything

just shuts off.

Your phones. Your CBs.

Your engines. Your lights.

Some say it's aliens. I say it's

the government, the damn NSA.

They've got some sort of top secret giant

listening post out there in the wasteland.

They don't want us

to find out about it.

Okay.

Thank you very much

for sharing with us

your conspiracies of

government and aliens and...

We'll let you get back to

your meal. Thank you.

Yeah.

- The map.

- Oh, yeah.

Of course it's the drug runners

you really have to worry about.

Now them boys, they are ruthless.

Slaughter Alley's

just a straight shot

from them socialistic industrial

pot farms they got up in Canada.

It's not very well patrolled.

So, you don't wanna

run into one of them.

Y'all have a nice day now.

- See you later.

- You, too.

Okay.

That's amazing.

- So?

- Intense. Intense.

- Let's take a ride on Slaughter Alley.

- Let's do it.

What about the drug thing?

That was kind of legitimate.

Yeah, and he also talked about aliens

and secret government militaries.

Come on, that guy said that

nobody patrols over there.

We could take the car. Test it out.

Really open her up.

Well, we'd have a story

to tell. I don't know.

- Let's do it.

- Yeah?

Yeah!

- I get to drive, though.

- No, no.

Why do you always get to drive?

- You got this?

- Yeah.

Marge.

Bobby, what the hell?

Oh, my God!

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

Whoo!

All right, Mick. I'm gonna

back-track 20 miles. Warm it up.

- We'll catch up.

- Copy that.

Give me updates through

hand-held, all right?

Will do.

All right, we better turn around

and catch up to the others.

Okay.

You're red-lining.

I'm shifting.

I'm just saying, don't blow the engine

before we get there. That's all.

I know the limits of this car.

I know exactly how much it'll take,

and I'm not timid about pushing her.

You think Jordan's timid?

Jordan's smart.

He actually crosses

the finish line.

He doesn't crash and burn

like some douchebag I know.

Hey, that wasn't my fault.

The head gasket blew.

And then you ran the f***ing car

into the wall, you spastic shithead.

Whoa, baby. Thanks.

I can take care of myself.

Maybe I should drive.

- You might want to slow it down a bit.

- What for?

You don't need to

scare the poor guy.

F*** him. Watch this.

Dude!

That's a really shitty

thing to do, man.

I'm just waking him up.

You just can't help

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