Wrong Turn 4

We have 182 patients.

Most are horribly deformed, due to inbreeding and birth defects.

Ward "C" is high security.

Each patient in here should be considered dangerous or a danger to himself.

No one can get in or out without first passing through this door.

We can open all the cells at once in case of fire...

but the protocol is one cell open at a time.

Thanks, Charlie.

- No problem, boss. -

I know what you're thinking. But we have to do this for their own good.

This is not a prison.

We hope to rehabilitate the patients if at all possible...

and have them rejoin the general population.

Before any cell is opened, you must have an orderly--

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Bobby! Bobby!

- Let go! -

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

That just surprised me. That's all.

You shouldn't wander past the yellow lines.

- They can and will grab you from their cells. -

These are the Hilliker brothers.

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We call them that because Mrs. Hilliker found them in the woods...

standing over the partially eaten remains of what we think were their parents.

And the little bastards are smart.

Definitely the most dangerous patients in the hospital.

They're just kids. And the most dangerous?

Yes. Trust me.

The youngest one, the one sucking on the stump of his hand?

- Yeah? - He chewed off his other two fingers.

We never found them. We think he ate them.

The middle child. He poked out his own eye with a fork.

Ate it right in front of a nurse.

And the large boy with the mask?

He has abnormally large teeth, which he was sharpening on the stone walls.

We put the mask on him after he bit several orderlies.

Sharpening? How can he tolerate the pain?

That's the fascinating thing about these children. They can't feel pain.

They have an advanced form of congenital analgesia.

- That's extremely rare. - Yes.

But it's more prevalent in homogeneous societies.

- Like the inbred communities of West Virginia. - Exactly.

- - Can they talk?

Just grunts and gestures. It's their own language.

Never turn your back on them or their cell.

No offense, Doctor. But these are beyond your kind of therapy. Musical or otherwise.

I'd like to work with them, Dr. Ryan.

Maybe after a while.

Why don't we play it safe for now?

Come on. I'll show you the rest of the hospital.

Sure.

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Hey, get me out of here!

Gone.

Come here. Get in here. Get me out.

Hey! Let me out!

[Patients Shouting, Grunting]

Hey, guard!

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Huh?

No! No!

No! Oh, no!

No!

I can help you if you just let me go.

- I can help you. -

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No!

No!

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Oh, my God. Oh, God.

No!

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No!

Oh, please. Don't do this to me.

Boys, you don't need to do this to me.

Please! God, no!

Ohh! Ohh!

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- - Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes.

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes!

- - Oh, God.

- Oh, my God! - You like that?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Come on.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

You guys are a bunch of slut monkeys.

- Heard of knocking? -

Porter has already left. Kyle and Claire are probably waiting for us on the mountain.

My car leaves in five minutes whether you guys wanna be in it or not.

Why don't you just relax and jump underneath the covers for a bit?

I don't think Bridget would appreciate that very much.

I don't really mind.

- I don't mind either. - Hey!

- Just kidding. - Five minutes, you rabbits.

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Why aren't we going to Aspen this year? Porter's cabin sucks.

Because my dad lost his retirement and had to sell the house.

- Really? - Yeah, you should have seen him when he found out.

I thought he was gonna jump off a bridge. Hey.

- Hey! - Hey!

- Hey. - Hey.

Where's Porter?

- He went on ahead to get the cabin warmed up. - Oh.

He must be sick or something 'cause usually Porter's a douche bag.

- Only to you. - I know. What's that all about?

Um, I don't know. Maybe it's because you keep making passes at me?

He's that insecure?

Is there something you want to tell me, Kenia? I'm here for a sister.

- Uh, fuck off. Fuck off. -

- Hey. How you doing? - Hey, man.

- This is my ride. - Hi.

Hey!

- I am so excited. Aren't you? - I'm so excited.

- Hey, guys. Sorry we're late. - Hey.

- Daniel's fault. - The roads were bad.

So who's driving?

I'm driving.

You drive like a girl. I want to go fast.

- - Thanks. Real nice.

Then you're gonna wanna ride with me.

- Okay. - There you go.

Hey, Kyle? I heard on the radio there's a huge storm blowing in.

You think maybe we wait? Do this tomorrow?

It'll be okay, princess. We'll be at the cabin in an hour.

- All right. Let's hit it! -

- All right! - Yeah.

- What about the cars? Are we okay to park here? - Oh, my gosh.

Jesus, Daniel. You got to worry about everything? They'll be fine.

Let's go already.

All right. Excuse me.

Seriously, Daniel?

- What? - Check out Daniel.

- - What? Safety first!