Sharkansas Women's Prison Massacre Page #4

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to fasten your seat belts

and make sure your tray tables

and seat backs

are in their full

upright position.

Lastly, if anyone decides

to get cute

or do anything stupid,

I will gladly

blow your heads off.

They got

some surveillance cameras

a couple miles up

where Route 40 crosses.

Maybe we can attract

some attention.

Do what, dance?

Tell jokes?

Now what?

So much for our act

for the cameras.

So, where the hell

is she going?

Who the hell knows?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

This is my stop.

Just hold your water, babe.

It'll be everyone's stop

in just about two minutes.

[ Engine shuts off]

Okay, baby,

get everybody out.

Out, out. Everybody out.

Move, move.

Move it. Get over there.

Get over there. Move.

What now?

What's wrong with you,

princess?

I'll tell you what's wrong.

I got six months left,

and you just tacked on

ten easy.

Give it a rest, dragon lady.

What do you got

waiting for you

when you get out, anyway?

My boy.

Got a little boy.

Okay, ladies, strip.

Get rid of what

you're wearing.

- Even me?

- Yeah, sweetheart, even you.

Here. Put this on.

[Sighs]

You ain't got nothing

we haven't seen, girl.

- Do it.

- You first.

Hey, if you feeling froggy,

you might as well jump.

Come on, soy sauce,

make your move.

I told you.

I'm gonna rip your eyes out.

You don't--

You know what?

Get your hands off me.

- Enough.

- How you like that, huh?

- Off me.

- Get off me.

Honey, he's getting away.

Oh, no, he's not.

Cover the old fart.

- Got it.

- Keep your hands off my head.

[Girls hitting and groaning ]

I ain't going anywhere.

Damn you.

[ Gunshots ]

I think your boy

just bought it.

- [ Gunshot]

- [Screams]

You didn't think

you could outrun old Honey,

now, did you?

[Groans]

[Sighs]

Crap on a cracker.

[ Labored breathing ]

Where are they?

I got 'em waiting

in the other van.

- Did you get him?

- I got him.

I just hope you don't have

any of the same stupid ideas

your friend had.

No, not at all.

Good.

Let's get the hell

out of here.

[ Engine revs ]

[ Bugs chirping ]

Water.

Water.

[ Hatch squeaks open ]

Water.

Thank God.

[Water dripping ]

[Water sloshing ]

Ah, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

[ Growl ]

I hope this baby

has four-wheel drive.

Why is that, Screw?

This is the old road

to Wrightson Swamp,

gets pretty mucky

the further you get in.

We'll just see about that.

Honey, did you hear

what he just said?

What's that?

That we're headed

into the swamp.

Yeah, I heard that

from the guy

who rented me the place.

- What place?

- You'll see.

It's only a few more miles.

Sure as hell hope

this place of yours

has indoor plumbing.

As a matter of fact,

the old man said it

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