Yeah!
Go, Trey! Go!
- Come on, man! - You guys are slow!
- Don't get caught up in the rocks. - My God!
Come on. Keep it going north-south.
Look out for that rock!
Look out!
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.
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?
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!
Help!
Please, help! Help!
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 taco jockeys don't fuck it up.
Don't test me, cabrón.
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 of 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.
I'm not worried...
but we all know how you like to burn things.
Firebug.
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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?
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.
Nice. I really care what he thinks.
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!
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 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?
- 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. - Now. Soldier boy wants to be left alone.
Oh! She had what? You get a "Dear John" 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!
Keep it moving.
Get out of 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, wise ass.
- 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.
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. 14 years old and still acts like a knucklehead.
- How's your dad? - 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.
I think it got to him.
I can't believe how you've grown.
Law enforcement to boot.
- 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?
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? - Yeah. That's it, baby.
No. I don't like to be tied up.
Now, don't be that way, sugar.
You, get moving.
Thanks.
So...
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 of here! 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 2 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 should just 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 of here.
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 3 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. All right?
- When was Hazelton expecting us? - Just before dawn.
All right. Now, that gives us a 5-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 out of 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.
Maybe we should fuck her first.
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...
2 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, 3 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.
We're gonna get you out of here.
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. 2 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. 20 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.
Well, would you look at that.
Hey, Floyd, check it out. Is that an armored car?
Which way?
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.
Why?
Because somebody broke the windshield from the outside to get inside.
All the glass is in here.
And judging 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.
Sweet Mother of Jesus!
- 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 2 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 got to 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!
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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?
Now just pick up the bags.
Shove it up your ass.
Okay.
You hear me? Shove it up your ass, motherfucker.
Oh, my God!
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 3 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.
- Here's the rafts. - What?
That's a 2-man raft.
That's not gonna hold all of us and the money.
- 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?
Tell me! Fuckin' tell me!
Stop it! Stop it!
You got something to say?
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, 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 are 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.