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 1 gun. I got 2.
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 hi m, 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 4th time we've passed that tree in the last 2 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 out of 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.
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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 out of 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.
Enough. Come on.
Now, you don't want to see me angry.
Now, you get me to that station- and a phone, you hear?
No!
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 FBI., U.S. Marshals...
and every law officer in West Virginia is gonna be hunting you.
Brandon's right. If you want to 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.
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 3 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, 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. 2 gunners are better than 1.
And why should I trust you?
Why would I fuck you?
I helped you with Floyd, didn't I?
Well, I didn't run.
Where will you take them, Nate?
I'm too old for this shit.
Come on.
We gotta go. We're not far now.
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 out of 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 3:00 or 4:00 a. m. 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.
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?
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!
Fuck you, Chavez!
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?
Tell me, you son of a bitch. Can't be the money.
You've already fuckin' burnt that! What do you want?
Okay. You want to fuck with me?
- Come here. Come here. - What the hell are you doing?
Come on, fuck-stick! 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 got to 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.
Somebody!
Help me!
Please let me go!
Help me!
Nate! Nate!
Help me!
Please let me go!
Nate!
Please, somebody!
Help me!
Leon. Hey, boy.
Come here, boy. Come here.
Find her, Leon. Find Alex, okay?
Go, boy.
Help me.
No!
You made a bad choice, army boy.
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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?
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, Nate!
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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