Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead

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 for that rock!

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 ofthe 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!

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Oh!

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Help!

Please, help! Help!

Ooh!

Hey, come on!

Why don't you step off, skinhead?

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

¡Quita!

You got your shit set?

Just make sure your fucking tacojockeys 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 lot offucking 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.

Let's go, guys.

Man, he is an idiot.

I'm just telling you what he told me.

Hey. Late on your last day?

Farmerwill 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 wasjust telling Walter here how Sergeant Farmer was saying...

you're probablyjust 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.

WillyJuarez is actually U.S. Marshal WilliamJuarez. 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 putJuarez undercover to try and find out who he's passing the information through.

You chain him up next to Chavez on the bus.

Nate, onlyyou will know my real identity in case ofan 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 ofvehicle 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 ofdays.

- 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!

Hey, come on! Hey!

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 are 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 whackjob...

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 yourwife 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 three people that we know about.

- That-That's different, man. Floyd's my friend. -Just get moving!

Keep it moving.

Get out ofthe way. Move. Watch your step.

Here are the transfers. Gas up here.

The sheriffwill 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 myselfthrough 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 1 2.

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.