Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead Page #3

Hell, I can do that, even all tied up,

I can show a girl a good time.

You like being tied up?

You mean all hog-tied,

bound and gagged...

- to where I can't move a muscle?

- Aw, yeah. That's it, baby.

No. I don't like to be tied up.

Aw, now, don't be that way, sugar.

You, get moving.

Thanks.

So, uh...

why are you going through Greenbrier?

High-profile prisoner. They wanted

to keep the route confidential.

- You going by the old mill road?

- Yeah. That's the plan.

Until we hook up with the main highway

on the other side of the mountain.

- It's good to see you, Nate. Safe trip.

- Thanks, Sheriff.

Hey, hey. Give us a call when you

get through the backcountry.

Or give me your cell,

and I'll call you.

Maybe we can grab a beer

on your way back.

Sounds good.

I think it's a conspiracy.

I mean, the World Bank is owned

by 12 motherfuckers...

who run our lives.

And they decide

to put us into recession...

just when I'm about

to buy a house.

You know, it's like

that old Michael Douglas movie.

You know,

the one with the 12 judges...

that decide to hand out

the wrong form of justice?

- What was it again?

- The Star Chamber.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, I mean, the World Bank

is the f***ing Star Chamber.

- Hello.

- What is it?

There's some a**hole

blinking his high beam.

Go around, a**hole!

Now he's slowing down.

- Make up your mind, prick.

- Just keep cool. Don't slow down.

He just shut off his lights.

All right, we're in

an emergency procedure.

Don't stop. This could be

an escape attempt.

What the f*** is going on?

Get on the radio now.

Uh, Hazelton-

Uh, Hazelton, this is Custody Bus-

Holy sh*t!

Damn it.

Uh, Hazelton, this is Custody Bus 2

from Grafton Penitentiary.

Come in. Over. Come in. Over!

Oh, f***!

Hey, guard! Come on!

Let us out! We're gonna fry!

Come on! Get up!

Hey, don't let me burn!

- Please, I don't wanna burn!

- Of course.

Of course the f***ing torch

doesn't wanna burn.

- Walter!

- Come on, man!

Please get us out ofhere!

We're gonna burn!

Everybody move to the back of the bus.

Chavez, move.

We're getting out the back. Come on!

Get up! Come on.

Get the f*** up.

Now, don't be a hero, and we'll be cool.

- All right?

- Let me get the other two out of the bus.

Shut the f*** up and hand me the keys.

They're in the bus. I dropped them.

Drop the gun,

or I'll blow your face off.

Maybe I shouldjust save the state

the cost of room and board.

You guys see that sh*t?

Right in the f***ing neck.

Hey, guys, come on out!

Your idiots nearly killed us all.

What the f*** was that?

Shoot the f***er! Come on!

Who's out there?

Let's move before the bus blows.

You, move.

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