Death Race: Inferno

Death Race, the

number one sport in the world,

located on Terminal Island.

Convicts race over the course

of three grueling days

for the chance

at the ultimate prize.

Win five races, win your freedom.

Preorder the next

Death Race now

and you'll not only

get 20% off,

but you'll also receive limited

edition Frankenstein merchandise.

Frankenstein, the four-time

Death Race champion,

has taken the world by storm.

The most unlikely of heroes

who has come out of nowhere

and is now just one

win away from freedom.

Death Race.

Now streaming live.

Death Race is the trademark

of Weyland International.

Your safety's our top priority.

The notorious Death

Racer known only as Frankenstein

won his fourth race today.

One more victory and the masked

killer gains his freedom.

Frankenstein fears nothing.

Anything in his way,

he destroys.

Under my watch, Terminal Island

and Death Race have thrived.

Rumors have been going

around that Weyland International,

the organization

behind Death Race,

has been targeted

for hostile takeover.

As a businessman,

takeover talk is common.

You have something of value, naturally,

people want to take it away.

British

billionaire, Niles York,

has placed himself in the

center of a firestorm.

Well, I've got nothing to say

about that at the moment.

But I will say this.

When I want something, no one

can stop me from taking it.

I'm not too concerned. I've won

more battles than I've lost.

I feel bad for Weyland,

I really do.

But Father Time, he's

caught up with the old man.

He never really stood a chance.

Good morning,

Mr. Weyland.

Wasn't so bad, was it?

I built this business.

I didn't have to steal it.

What you left vulnerable,

I seized. I stole nothing.

You lacked vision, Weyland.

That was your undoing.

Vision.

Is that why you're investing millions in

dilapidated prisons all around the globe?

Vision?

You're so far over your head, you might

as well be six feet under the ground.

The prison business is not what

made this company profitable.

So the conclusion to draw,

you're trying to

franchise Death Race.

It's not going to work.

Because you couldn't

make it work.

Let me show you what true

vision really looks like.

You started something

beautiful, Weyland.

But you only scratched

at the surface.

And you're right. I'm

taking Death Race global.

By this time next year, there will

be a different race every two weeks

at a different exotic hellhole with

different drivers, tracks and challenges.

I will have a monopoly on the most profitable

sport in the history of the planet.

More cars.

More cons. More guns.

More death.

The sky's the limit.

Well, you forgot one thing.

Frankenstein.

It's a man in a mask.

I could have 20 Frankensteins

around the globe.

How would the fans know

which one was real?

Frankenstein won

his fourth race today.

One more win, he goes free.

That's a fact

that every fan knows.

Now, if you suddenly change

the rules of the game,

you're going to

lose your audience.

And if you're hoping

that Frankenstein loses,

well, son, I guess

there's a first time.

Now, how would your

little copycat event play

without the game's

marquee star?

That's why you're

going to fail.

What kind of cigars

you smoke, Weyland?

I'll be sure to send you a box when

Death Race becomes a global success.

It'll be the second time I've beaten you.

The second time you've lost.

Well, you enjoy your

moment while you can.

Payback's a b*tch, son.

Weyland's right.

Find out who the man

behind the mask really is.

What he loves, what he hates,

what he covets most.

And find out what Weyland

was planning next.

What do you mean?

The company's banking nearly

eight million quid a week

hawking Frankenstein

merchandise.

He wasn't just gonna let it go.

Anything else?

Yeah. Get yourself some decent clothes.

You look like a bag lady.

I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't have clone all

this unless I absolutely loved Death Race.

So I'm speaking to the millions

of fans around the globe.

Fear not.

I am like you.

I seek not to destroy nor to compromise

what we've all come to revere.

The Death Race that we all

know and love will not change.

It will grow bigger and better.

This, I promise.

Thank you.

Overall, I have

to say I'm very happy.

You wanna take a look?

No.

We'll run a few more

tests tomorrow,

and you're back to your

old self in no time.

No, he won't.

He'll be better.

Everybody out.

You heard the man.

Take a coffee break, guys.

So, I guess

the rumors are true.

Yeah, and I guess you won't

be shedding any tears for me.

Hey, you and I, Carl, we've taken

very different paths in life.

But we both ended up here.

No, I'm here.

You come and go as you please,

see the ones you love.

They see you.

Don't compare us, Weyland.

You lost the company.

I lost my life.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, and I also fixed your

face and I gave you a way out.

Look at me and tell me you

were gonna keep your word.

I'm not stupid, Weyland.

And you didn't fix my face out of the

kindness of your heart, did you?

It was infected.

I was gonna die.

And you would have

lost your star driver.

Yeah, you're not so bad.

You're worse.

And you want me to trust you?

You deserve the

sh*t-storm you're in.

Well, I got news for you, Carl.

You're already

in waist-deep.

You're Frankenstein.

This all starts

and ends with you.

Carl Lucas.

Born a gangster,

became a prisoner,

and now, a monster.

May he rest in peace.

You and your team

win five races

and you go free.

Goldberg, Lists

and that beautiful,

beautiful Katrina.

Now, for this to work,

you can't tell your

true identity to anyone.

Carl Lucas stays dead.

You're Frankenstein.

Well, you're welcome, a**hole.

Four wins and not

even a thank you.

This all starts

and ends with you.

There he is.

There's the guy.

I'm having you transferred.

You're headed to the Kalahari Desert

Maximum Security Penitentiary

in South Africa where you will compete

in the first ever Desert Death Race.

Wow. What do I get,

my own dune buggy?

Youre just on loan

to the Kalahari

to help launch the first of what will

be many international Death Races.

We're sending 14K,

as well as both your teams.

So I'm guessing I should

get my passport updated.

I get the feeling that you

are not taking me seriously.

That's because I'm not.

Listen to me. I made

a deal with Weyland.

I win one more race,

me, my team,

we're out.

Yeah, well, you know,

it's a pity about Weyland,

because all deals

with him are null and void.

You work for me now.

New rules.

No.

No, I don't think so.

You don't have a choice, mate.

But if you don't want to drive,

fine.

I will paint my plane

red with your blood.

Really?

Niles?

What are you gonna do,

replace me?

With Who?

Why would you care?

You're already dead.

So, as long as you're alive, you'll be

treated like the star that you are.

Or,

I could just simply

f*** up your little plan,

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