All language subtitles for Wrong.Turn.3.2009.RUS.BDRip.XviD.AC3.-HELLYWOOD.ENG

- Yeah!
-

-
- Go, Trey! Go!

- Come on, man!
- You guys are slow!

- Don't get caught up in the rocks.
- Oh, my God!

Come on. Keep it going north-south.

Look out!

-
-

Whoo! Whoo!

My turn.

That's it.

Jesus, Alex. Anyone ever told you to go
slow when we first enter the chute?

Slow is for pussies.

Get in there.

Let's set up camp
here for the night.

All right.
Let's pull the boats in.

This place is perfect.

Hey. We're gonna go look
for some firewood.

You do that.
I'm gonna blow a stick.

- Don't hog all the kush.
-

-
- Mmm.

You are a total exhibitionist.

So what?
The girls need to breathe.

- We're in the middle of the woods.
- Who's gonna notice?

I don't know.
Some banjo-playing freak.

- What?
- Forget it.

-
- Hey, where's Trey?

Oh, the Boy Scout's gathering
the right kindling up the river.

Like there's a wrong kind.

I'm gonna go look for him.

You guys, don't do anything
that will scare the animals.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Alex thinks I'm a slut.
Do you think I'm a slut?

Yes. But that is what
I love about you.

- I thought you loved my tits.
- I do. You have perfect tits.

I could hold them forever.

-
-

Please help me!

-
-

-
-

Oh!

-
-

- Help!
-

Please, help! Help!

Ooh!

Why don't you step off, skinhead?

You fight one bean,
you fight the whole burrito, huh?

ЎQuita!

You got your shit set?

Just make sure your fucking
taco jockeys don't fuck it up.

Don't test me, cabron.

You know, normally,
I'd slit your throat for less.

But seeing as we're business partners,
I think I'll let it slide.

Just remember one thing.

You're not the only one
that's good at slitting throats.

Now, I paid you a lotta fucking money
to help put this together.

So the shit better come good
like clockwork next week.

Don't you worry, Chavez.
I won't burn you.

Money is money.
It makes the world go round.

Oh.

I'm not worried...

but we all know
how you like to burn things.

Firebug.

-
- All right, keep moving.

Man, he is an idiot.

I'm just telling you
what he told me.

Hey. Late on your last day?

Farmer will probably
write your ass up for it too.

He can write all he wants.

Damn, Nate, those are some
expensive-looking threads.

You got to dress for success, Walter.

Nate, I was just telling Walter here
how Sergeant Farmer was saying...

you're probably just gonna flunk out
in your first semester anyway.

Oh! Nice.
I really care what he thinks.

Ah, by the way, warden wants to see you.
He says we got a transfer tonight.

Oh, man, I just wanna have
a peaceful shift and go home,

not go on a goddamn road trip.

- I'll see you out there, man.
- See ya.

Cell Block "A"
prisoners, clear the yard.

Clear the yard.

- You wanted to see me, Warden?
- Nate.

- You know Willy here, don't you?
- A prisoner from Cell Block 3.

Willy Juarez is actually U. S. Marshal
William Juarez. This is Marshal Davis.

They're gonna help us out
with the Hazelton transfer...

specifically with Carlo Chavez.

That transfer isn't
supposed to happen until next week.

Yeah, well, I pushed it to tonight.
Our friends here got word...

that Chavez's gang may attempt to
break him out during the transfer.

We put Juarez undercover
to try and find out...

who he's passing
the information through.

You chain him up
next to Chavez on the bus.

Nate, only you will know
my real identity in case of an incident.

Now, for this to work,
Chavez has to trust me.

As an added precaution,
I've altered your route.

Nobody knows it
but the people in this room.

I'm counting on you, Nate.

- Thanks, Ally.
- No problem, boss.

##

Sheriff's station. Deputy Lane speaking.

Yeah. When?

What type of vehicle were they driving?

Ye-Yeah. Where can we reach you?

Thanks. We'll get back to you.

Some college kids went missing, they
were river rafting and didn't come back.

- How long?
- A couple of days.

- Where?
- Bluefish River area.

They probably stayed over so
they could camp a little longer.

I'll take a drive out there.

I can do that, Sheriff.
You don't have to.

No. It's fine.

I could use the fresh air.

- Come on, Leon!
-

- What the fuck do you want?
- We're going on a bus ride, Mr. Chavez.

- What, now?
- Yeah, now. You know the drill.

Well, this shit ain't right.
Where're you taking me?

Hazelton.

But they said I wasn't going
till next week.

I guess they couldn't wait
to see you.

What about my shit?

We'll have it boxed up
and shipped. Let's move, Chavez.

Touch me again,
I'll break your fuckin' fingers.

Just move your ass
before I lose my patience.

Oh, no, you don't. No. You're not
chaining that murderer next to me.

Shut up, Crawford.

Let's get Chavez up front followed by
Juarez here and then the rest of'em.

What's your problem?

My problem is... I don't wanna
be chained to a whack job...

who went all post-traumatic stress
on some poor asshole in a bar.

I mean, what-what-what-You know,
couldn't hack the war, soldier boy? Huh?

- Can't handle your liquor?
- Listen. I pushed the guy. He fell.

And he hit his head.
Okay? I'm innocent.

- Yeah. So am I.
- And so is everyone else in here.

Never trust a con, huh?

I'm not buying your bullshit,
soldier boy.

I heard you had your hands
all up in the cash register.

Just leave me alone.

Oh, now. Soldier boy
wants to be left alone.

Oh! She had what?
You get a "DearJohn" letter?

Yeah. Yeah, went psycho
when you found out...

your wife was fucking a real marine,
you punk-ass bitch?

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!

Get outta the way.
Move. Watch your step.

Here are the transfers.
Gas up here.

The sheriff will be told
you're coming...

20 minutes before
you're scheduled to arrive.

- Stupid shit, making us go all night.
-

Fucking bullshit! Don't you think?

Shut the fuck up and don't talk.

-
- Floyd!

- What the hell?
- What you laughing at, bitch?

- Fuck 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.

- 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, shit,
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?

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 fucking Star Chamber.

-
-

- Hello.
- What is it?

There's some asshole
blinking his high beam.

-
- Go around, asshole!

- 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 fuck is going on?

Get on the radio now.

Uh, Hazelton-

Uh, Hazelton, this is Custody Bus-

Holy shit!

Damn it.

Uh, Hazelton, this is Custody Bus 2
from Grafton Penitentiary.

Come in. Over. Come in. Over!

-
-

- Oh, fuck!
-

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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 shit?
Right in the fucking neck.

Hey, guys, come on out!

Your idiots nearly killed us all.

-
- What the fuck was that?

-
-

- Shoot the fucker! Come on!
-

- Who's out there?
-

Let's move before the bus blows.
You, move.

- Walter's still on the bus.
- I don't give a shit. Move.

Now! Come on. Let's get out ofhere.

I know I'm a redneck, but a bow
and fucking arrow? Who the fuck does that?

I don't know, and I don't give a shit.

All I know is we're all getting
the fuck out of here.

You, get in that bus.
Get me the keys for these chains.

-
-

Walter.

Come on. I'm gonna get you out of here.
Come on. I got you.

-
-

-
-

Smart move.

Now, get him up.

-
- Get going.

Okay, let's stop here
and get off these fucking leg irons.

Fuck. What's up with these keys?

There are three different sets of keys.

One for the cuffs, one for the cage
and one for the leg irons.

- So hand me the other ones.
- They were in the bus. I told you.

- This is the only set I found.
- Fucking liar. Kill him.

I say who lives and who dies.

The fuck you do, asshole.

Let's just find out exactly what's
going on around here. Alright?

- When was Hazelton expecting us?
- Just before dawn.

All right. Now, that gives us
a five-hour head start.

Man, we ain't going anywhere
in a hurry all tethered together...

by the ankles like this.

You're right. We have to find a way
of getting outta these irons.

You. Sheriff said you grew up
around here. Which way do we go?

- It's been years. I don't know.
- Just kill the son of a bitch, man.

No, no, no, no.
Officer Wilson here's gonna be my compass.

You take me to a phone, you live.

You don't, you die.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- What about whoever's out there?

They won't be coming back
if they know what's good for them.

Now, which way do we go?

There's an old forest ranger's fire
watchtower near the top of the mountain.

It should have communication equipment.

- A radio. Maybe a cell phone.
- Good.

So pick up your pig and lead the way.

Miami. South Beach.
That's where I should be.

Retired and surrounded by pussy.

Sounds like a plan.

Hurry it up.

You kill that motherfucker
first chance you get. You hear me?

I hear you, Walter. Save your energy.

There he is!

-
- Take it easy.

- Take it easy. Nobody wants to hurt you.
- Is that one of'em?

- A fucking little bitch did all this?
- Don't be stupid.

She's not who I saw on the tow truck.
She's got nothing to do with this.

- Let's just cap the bitch and move on.
- You're gonna be fine.

I don't know about you,
but it's been a long time.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Just let me go before it finds me.

- Please.
- Just let her go. We don't need her.

- Just shut up, asshole.
- Nobody's going anywhere.

What happened to you?

My friends and I were rafting
on the Bluefish River...

two days ago.

We were having a good time.

We stopped for the night.
Then it happened.

- What?
- It killed my friends.

"It"? I thought it was
just some hillbilly.

- It eats people.
-

No. You got to be out of your mind.

It's a fucking mutant! Deformed!

It's got, like, three fingers on one hand.
And it kills to feed.

I've seen it.

So then, why doesn't it eat
the animals in the woods?

Because there are none.
It's a cannibal. We're its food.

Everything's gonna be okay.
What's your name?

- Alex.
- I'm Nate.

Looks like you're screwed too,
aren't you, Nate?

Did you just say rafts?

Yeah. Two of'em.

Then that's our way out of here.

Down the river.

Now, you take us there, sugar tits,
and I'll make it worth your while.

I think I was better off with that freak.

Now move. Move!

Hey. How old do you think she is?

I don't know, man. Twenty maybe.

Goddamn it. I think I'm gonna
make that one sit and spin.

Man, not if I don't first.

Hey, baby. Baby.
Hey, you like-you like cars?

I can jack you any car
your sweet little ass wants.

Huh? Aw.

Well, would you look at that.

Hey, Floyd, check it out.
Is that an armored car?

I'm not sure.|

I thought it was this way.

But it doesn't look familiar.

- Careful.
-

You. How old would you say
that thing is?

Late '50s maybe.

Let's go.

-
- Still locked.

- Climb in the cab and take a look around.
- We're wasting valuable time.

- Let's just go.
- He's right.

- Let's go.
-

Shut the fuck up, bitch, and don't even
think about giving me an attitude.

'Cause I'll shoot you where you stand,
you hear?

You. I said climb in the fucking cab
and take a look around.

- Any dead bodies?
- No. They're gone.

They must have been ejected.
You guys have a look around for bones.

One of the guards must have had some keys.

I don't think you'll find anything.

Because somebody broke the windshield
from the outside to get inside.

All the glass is in here.

Andjudging from the amount
of dried blood, they died in the cab.

- You find anything else?
- No.

Then get out of there.

Found these.

This might just be our lucky day.

Well, I'll be damned.

- We're fucking rich!
- Holy shit!

- How much money do you think's in there?
- Who cares?

- It'll just slow us down.
- Fine. We'll split your share.

- The fuck we will.
- It's equal shares all around.

Why would I give a little fucking beaner
like you anything?

- He won't suspect you.
-

You fucking morons.

A little money,
and you all lose your mind?

This is how it's gonna work.

Each of you will carry two bags.

- You. Hand out the bags.
- I don't want the money.

I don't give a shit what you want.
You're carrying the cash. Got it?

You too.

I have to help Walter.
He can't walk on his own.

I don't give a shit
what you gotta do. Pick up the bags.

Go on. Go on.

Now move. Move!

Go on.

- Him too.
- He can't. He's too badly injured.

- I'll carry his bags.
- Or I will.

Everybody's got to carry their own weight.

- Now, pick 'em up.
- Please.

- Just let me carry the bags for Walter.
- Shut up!

I'm waiting.

You smiling bastard.

Pick 'em up.

Pick 'em up!

You know what they say about money,
don't you, Chavez?

I don't know, Corrections Officer.

What do they say about money?

They say money's hard to spend-

- when you're dead.
-

Now, that was a stupid thing to do,
now, wasn't it? Huh?

Now just pick up the bags.

Shove it up your ass.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Okay.

You hear me?
Shove it up your ass, motherfucker.

No! Walter! Walter!

Don't. Don't do it.
Not now.

You stubborn fuck.

-
- What the fuck?

Come here.

This is what's been fucking with us?
A mutant kid?

That's not him.

This thing was a full-grown man.

He was deformed like him.

Oh, would you look at that. It's got
three fucking toes. Probably his kid, huh?

Okay.

Now, let's send this
cocksucking hillbilly a message.

You. Hold it.

- Floyd.
- Yeah.

- Hold him down.
- Come here.

Hold him down.

Hold him down.

-
-

- Here's the rafts.
- What?

That's a two-man raft.

That's not gonna
hold all of us and the money.

- Huh? So what do we do know?
- It's just for the bags.

You can go fuck yourself
if you think you're taking it all.

Let's worry about that
once we get these chains off.

Man, that ain't gonna work.

-
- This might sting a little at first.

God... damn it! Fuck!

-
- What the fuck did you do that for?

Well, you said the rocks
weren't gonna work.

- So I thought that'll do the trick.
- Are you fucking crazy?

I don't know. Maybe I am.

How are we gonna deal
with the boat?

Let's just get it
in the river first...

and then we'll figure it
all out, all right?

Uh, I don't think
that's a good idea, man.

Shut up, Crawford.

- Now we're walking.
- You stupid son of a bitch!

- Oh, God!
-

Fuckin' asshole!
Why did you fuckin' do that? Huh?

Why did you fuckin' do that?
Tell me! Fuckin' tell me!

Stop it! Stop it!

You got something to say? Huh?

- You got something to fucking say?
-

Looks like you still need this mule
to carry your money.

That's right. Then I guess it's back
to you, Corrections Officer Wilson.

Now, you wanna live,
you get me the fuck out of here.

Now, lead on! Lead on!

Get up! Get up!

Give me that.

Now, move! Move!

Get a fucking move on.

Sounds like
he's learned his lesson.

-
- Either that, or we just pissed him off.

- Good evening.
-

-
- Hello.

Hi Sheriff, I just
got a call from a Cliff Moore.

He said he spotted a truck up by
the upper river inlet yesterday.

- Any sign of the kids?
- No.

If it's all the same to you, I thought
I'd drive out there and take a look.

Any word from Nate Wilson
or the corrections office?

No. Not a peep. Why?

Were you expecting a call?

No. I just got a bad feeling,
that's all.

I'll be there in a minute.

What is that?

It can't be,
but it looks like Preslow's keys.

Good. Now we can get
these fuckin' chains off.

Now!

-
-

Come on, you motherfuckin' hillbilly!
Come get me!

You got a death wish?

Don't fuck with me again. Right?

Fuck.

What the hell is going on?

I'll tell you what's going on.

He's gonna kill us all.
That's what's going on.

He's hunting us.

Well, he won't be the only one
hunting us in a couple of hours.

- So let's go.
- How are we supposed to do that?

Here. Cut it at the knee joint.

You don't have to cut through any bone.

Jesus fucking Christ.
Fucking pussy. Give me that.

Fucking wetback.|

- At the knee joint. That's it.
-

Piece of shit.

Okay. Let's get out of here.

Come on. Get your bags.
Let's get out of here.

Take that. Come on! Move!

Why don't you call Hazelton?

And say what exactly?

That I got a bad feeling?
That Nate didn't answer his cell?

It just seems like
an awful lot of effort for a hunch.

Well, it's my hunch, so it's my effort.

You really think they staged a breakout?

I don't know what to think, Ally.

What about that truck up by the river?

- You follow it up.
-

What is this place?

This doesn't look like the watchtower.

It's not. I've never seen
this place before.

There has to be some tools
that we can use on these chains.

- And you better make it quick.
- Move.

-
- Jackpot!

- Give me that.
- Wait your turn, asshole.

- How much farther?
- I'm not sure.

- A couple of hours maybe.
- You better find it.

Oh-ho-ho, man.
I got to go pinch a loaf.

- I say we split up.
- No.

- Maybe it's a good idea.
- You think this is a democracy?

You wanna fuckin' debate me?

What happens when we meet up
with your men?

What're you gonna do then, Chavez?

What ever happened
to honor among thieves?

You're gonna kill us all, then you're
gonna take the cash for yourself.

- That's what you're gonna do.
- Yeah, you're right.

I probably will kill all of you.

- Then why shouldn't we kill you now, eh?
- Good luck.

And you better be quick,
or you're surely gonna be dead.

Then I'll kill all you motherfuckers.

But I don't think
that's in your best interest...

- compared to a compromise.
- Hey. Hey.

I just wiped my ass with a $100 bill.

It's comin' out of your share, asshole.
Now, shut the fuck up.

- What do you propose?
- You got one gun. I got two.

These humps have none.

Now, I can't carry
all the bags of cash on my own.

And if you kill me,
that's one less pair of hands.

Plus I have something none of you do.

- Yeah? What's that?
- Infrastructure.

What?

My men will find me.

And all of you can come with us
to a safe house and not be on the run.

And in exchange for that, you give me
one of the bags you're all carrying...

and you all get to keep the other one.

How can you trust him, Floyd?

We can't.

Deal.

Now get this bum up.

Sorry about your friends.

This isn't going to end well.

- I know that.
- Then why are you going along with them?

Up to now, being all chained together...

I really didn't have
much of a choice, did I?

So that's the fourth time we've passed
that tree in the last two hours.

What are you up to, Nate?

Bidin' my time.

Chavez catches on, man, he'll kill you.

He's right, Nate.
Even I noticed. You gotta be careful.

You should go back to the road.
Turn yourself in when the police arrive.

I am not going back
through the woods alone, unarmed...

to get sliced up by that hillbilly freak.

I don't know who's worse- him or Chavez.

Listen.

I'll do what I can to help you once
we've reached the ranger station.

I appreciate that, but I think
you should look after yourself first.

Chavez isn't gonna bring anyone
along for the ride that he can't use.

You're damn right.

He'll kill us all for the money.

If that cannibal freak
doesn't beat him to it.

It's ironic.

- What is?
- Money.

I struggled my whole life
to put myself through school...

so I could get outta here
and make good money.

So?

Now I'm holding in my hands
more money...

than most people
ever make in a lifetime...

and all I wanna do
is get rid of it.

This is a logging access road.
Fire watchtower's on the other side...

- further along the mountain.
- Hang on. Hang on.

- Hang on. Hang on. Crawford.
-

Come here.

- Think you can jack that thing?
- Piece of cake, man.

Finally, a ride out of this shit-hole.

Wait a minute. That's the tow truck
that ran us off the road.

That's why Crawford here
is gonna go get it for us.

- Right, Crawford?
- I don't know about that, man. I mean-

It's a truck.
Just run over there and check it out.

Come on! We got the cash.
Now let's get the hell out of here!

No way, man! Send soldier boy, damn it!

I'm not the car thief. You are.

Could be a trap, man.

Get movin', asshole. Go on.

Damn it.

-
-

Help me! Please!

Fuckin' hillbilly motherfucker!

I'm gonna find you,
then I'm gonna fuckin'kill you!

No!

Let's backtrack and get as far away
from here as possible.

He's not gonna stop until we're all dead.

- Who the fuck is he? Tell me right now!
- I don't know!

The fuck you don't! You grew up here!
The sheriff said so!

Now you better get us the fuck outta
here before that freak comes back.

Fuck him.
We don't need him anymore.

You kill me,
and you're on your own... lost.

Maybe I don't give a shit.

He doesn't know anything!
Can't you see that?

Whoa! Just wait a minute.
If you kill him now, we are fucked.

Okay? We have no idea
where we're going...

with some crazy hick out there
trying to pick us all off one by one.

No.

Now, you don't wanna see me angry.

Now, you get me to that station...
and a phone, you hear?

No!

Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! God!

I need a rest.

Get the fuck up.
We gotta keep moving.

Get up, both of you.

It's the money that's slowing
us down, we gotta lose it.

No way.

They'll be looking for us
in a couple of hours.

If we don't show up at Hazelton,
the F. B. I. U. S. Marshals...

and every law officer in West Virginia
is gonna be hunting you.

Brandon's right. If you wanna
get away, you need to move quicker.

- Dump the money.
- Now you listen to me.

We move now with the cash,
or we all wait here and die.

-
- She's the one who's slowin'us down.

-
- Ah.

- Be cool.
-

Be cool.

She's a nice piece of ass though.

Let's just pass her around,
then pop her in the head...

and get the fuck out of-

- I'm gonna kill you, you fuckin' bitch!
-

-
- Not just yet.

Now be cool. Stay calm.

I got this in hand.

Be cool. All right?

Now, you just chill the fuck out.

- You're dead, bitch.
- We're all dead, asshole!

Give me my gun back.|

Looks like you got some
impulse-control issues there, Floyd.

I don't think so.

You having all three guns does us no good
if that freak comes after us again.

Then that's just a chance
I'm gonna have to take.

They're gonna start lookin' for us soon.
There'll be a full search by morning.

- If we make it till then.
- We'll make it.

These guys don't look like
they're just gonna let you go.

Why haven't they
killed you already?

They need me.

And what happens when they
don't need you anymore?

I'm not planning
on finding out.

There should be a radio
and cell phone at the watchtower.

I'll call for help
once we get there.

How do you plan on keeping
this lot under control?

There's a ladder.

Only one person
can climb up at a time.

It's 75 feet straight up
and through a trapdoor.

Each station has a gun hidden in it,
and I know where they keep it.

It's a tight space. I can ambush
Chavez when we're up there.

I just want to go home.

It'll be okay, Alex.
I'll get you out of this.

Walkin' a little slow there,
aren't you, Floyd?

She hurt you that bad?

- Die, bitch!
- Wha-

Come on.

Sheriff Carver calling Deputy Lane.
Come in. Over.

- Ally, this is Calvin. Come in. Over.
-

County Dispatch, this is Sheriff Carver.

- I want to report an emergency. Over.
- Go, Sheriff.

The custody bus
from Grafton Penitentiary has crashed...

off the old mill road near mile marker 37.

I'm goin' in to take a look around.
Carver out.

- Dispatch, this is Carver.
- Come in, Sheriff.

There is no one onboard.
Gonna see if I can track them.

- Carver out.
- Roger that.

Come on. Let's go.

All right. Stop. He's had enough.

- I say when the Nazi bastard's
had enough!

-
-

- Now, which way did they go?
- I don't know.

I didn't see 'em go.

Come on.

Well, what do we do with him?

Fuck him. Leave him.

Nate, I...

I can't run anymore.

I... I just need a minute.

We need to keep moving.

We just have to make it a few more hours,
and then we'll be fine.

The police are coming. You can do this.

Listen, Chavez.

You can't get out of here alone.

- You know that, right?
- I'll be fine.

- 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 fuck 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 shit.

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 fuck up, puta!

This is all your fault!

- Maybe I should end you first!
- Wait. That's not gonna get us anywhere.

It gets the bitch
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 bitch out!

Move.

This is it?
A bunch of fuckin' charcoal?

- It must've been burned down.
- No shit.

So now what?

I don't know. This is the only place
I knew of that had a radio.

You've been fuckin' with me
the whole time, haven't you?

- No.
- Fuck 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 fuckin' knees!

Get on your fuckin' knees!

There's a small town
10 miles past the river.

- I'll take you there.
- Fuck you. Say good-bye, asshole.

- 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 fucking 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 bitch! Move!

Come on, honey.

He's close. He's really close.

- Who is?
- He's a fucking 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 fuckin' wrong.

Now move. Move.

Jackpot.

Chavez, you stupid son of a bitch.

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 fuckin' money?

- Huh?
- It's Floyd.

I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.

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

then I'm gonna fucking kill him!

Shit!

-
-

You-You stay here and you guard them.

You hear?
You don't move! Don't move!

That'll teach that motherfucker!

Who's laughin' now,
you Mexican piece of shit?

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 fuckin' dead!
-

You can pick it up!
You can pick it all up!

- You're fuckin' dead!
-

- Dead!
- Fuck you!

-
-

Come on.

- Come on out, you hick motherfucker!
-

I'll kill you with my bare fuckin' hands!

Shit! 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 fuck does he want?

You hear that? You hick-ass motherfucker!

What do you want? Huh?

Tell me, you son of a bitch.
Can't be the money.

You've already fuckin' burnt that!
Huh? What do you want?

Okay. You want to fuck with me? Huh?

- Come here. Come here.
- What the hell are you doing?

-
-

Come on, fuck-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 bitch!
-

Run.

- No!
-

- Alex!
- Nate!

- Alex!
- Stop!

- No!
- Alex!

-
-

Alex!

You son of a bitch!
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 bitch.|

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.

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 motherfucker!

What's the matter,
you cracker-ass fuckin' 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.

- Shit.
-

-
- 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.

-
- 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 pussy.

I'm gonna miss you, Walter.

-
-

Like I said...

never trust a con.

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