Death Race: Inferno Page #5

I thought it would only

be fitting to offer Frankenstein,

our new celebrity,

an incentive, a prize,

a free f***.

So did you...

Sleep with her?

No.

And you know why

I didn't. Right?

Hey, you.

Get back to work!

Go.

I won't let you down.

Though I don't have any statistical

evidence to back up that statement,

I feel strongly...

Lists, there's no one, no one I'd

rather have watching my back.

Thanks, Luke.

Do you mind?

Let's do this.

Okay, people, listen up.

Whatever happens today,

Frankenstein cannot win.

So, keep your eyes open.

Welcome to the

final stage of Death Race.

All eyes are on one man.

Frankenstein. He's been the most

dominant driver in Death Race history.

But can he hold on for one more

day and win to earn his freedom?

Torch these b*tches.

Let your heart

and gut guide you.

You can do this.

You can do this.

Luke, watch out for turn three.

It's a massive turn.

I don't like this music.

Can you get something else?

God, I hate this music.

Yeah, that's nice. Yes.

Frankenstein

continues to hold a slim lead,

as the drivers reach

Red Rock Road.

Leaving sector. Weapons

must be reactivated.

Weapons marker coming up.

Come on,

play nice, motherf***er.

Hang on, Katrina.

I've had enough of this guy.

Hold on.

Yeah? It's nice.

Adis amigo.

Cool.

Get out!

You bastard, Razor! I'm still

alive and coming for you!

No!

Water! Help!

Help me! Water.

The Psycho's death

leaves only Frankenstein,

14K and Razor

left alive to compete.

The racers enter the quarry,

heading to the finish line.

Frankenstein just got weapons, and

he's in the lead, about to win.

He's gonna need more than that.

Ready the missiles.

You wanna kill Frankenstein

while the whole world watches,

the audience will

never forgive you.

You will kill the f***ing show.

It is mine to f***ing kill!

Target's locked.

He's too close

to the finish line.

You could kill

dozens of people.

You know what, Prudence? You're right.

You're always right.

You're fired.

You're still here?

Get out of my sight now!

Okay.

Fire.

Hey, guys. Get ready

for some company.

Sh*t.

It's the tracking device.

Oh, f***.

What?

Activate countermeasures!

We're not gonna

make it through this.

Oh, sh*t.

Activated.

Fire!

No way.

No f***ing way!

How many lives do you have?

Well, at least

one more, I guess.

How the f*** did

he survive that?

You told me that tracking

device was foolproof.

Who designed it?

Your company did.

Hey, Lists. Patch me

through to 14K's rig.

Patch me through to 14K.

You're up.

You got him?

You're on with 14K, Luke.

Hey, 14K.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

We're even now,

Lucas.

Are you ready?

Let's finish this.

I'm coming to kill you.

You hear me, Niles?

I'm coming to kill you.

Personally coming to kill you.

You hear me, Niles?

Open all mics.

Open all mics!

Attention, guards.

Frankenstein is headed to the finish line.

Take him out!

You're such a coward.

Out, out!

You were right.

He screwed me over.

I should have listened to you before.

What do you want me to do?

Come on!

Take him out!

Come on, shoot him!

Come on!

F***!

Where do you think

you're going?

You think I'm gonna let a simple f***ing

con ruin everything that I've built?

Frankenstein has

a clear path to the finish.

He's about to win.

14K pulls past Frankenstein

and crosses the finish line.

F*** yeah!

14K wins the Death Race.

You could've won that.

I know. It's not about

winning races any more.

He lost.

It's over.

No more games.

I wouldn't say that.

You ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

I love you.

See you on the other side, kid.

I'm gonna take him out myself.

Wait.

You aren't going anywhere.

What the hell?

Give me the f***ing key!

This is your production. It's quite

fitting that you go down with it.

Get this f***ing thing off me!

It is my sad duty to announce

the death of Niles York.

The visionary entrepreneur

who brought Death Race to us,

died in an explosion that also

claimed the life of Katrina Banks

on this third and final day

of competition.

We'd like to extend our deepest sympathies

to Mr. York's family and friends.

Someone's alive!

Is this really Frankenstein?

Yes.

Yes, it is Frankenstein.

The tracking device

confirms it.

Yes, yes. I can confirm that

Frankenstein has survived

and is currently en route

back to Terminal Island.

I leave the task of rebuilding Death

Race in your very capable hands.

Death Race's home

is Terminal Island.

Nowhere else.

I've arranged a new pit crew

leader for Frankenstein.

You should have his

information in front of you.

Yes, yes, that's

all well and good.

But what of Frankenstein?

I've been informed that

Frankenstein is alert,

conscious, and will be ready

to race in two weeks.

Excuse me for a minute.

What happened?

He just woke up screaming,

rambling a bunch of nonsense.

I'm not Frankenstein!

He's obviously still in shock.

We brought his friend down

to calm him down.

Frank?

For the last f***ing time,

lam not Frankenstein.

So you're absolutely sure?

It's him all right. But I've

never seen him like that before.

Prudence, tell them. Tell them who I am.

I'm Niles York.

I am not Frankenstein!

No!

Hello, baby.

Is everything okay?

No.

It's perfect.

All right, lovebirds.

We can always rely on you.

- To Lists.

- To Lists.

Did you get my wire?

Yeah, I'm looking at it

right now. It's very...

Very generous.

Thank you.

For what you did to that bastard,

I would have paid triple.

Well, if I'd known that.

I thought the plan

was to kill him.

Well, things change, huh?

Personally, I think

I did better than that.

Are you complaining?

Hell, no.

How the hell

did you pull it off?

That son of a b*tch

screwed you over, didn't he?

We do this, one condition.

I made a deal with the guy.

You lose, you live.

You win, you die.

There's something

you all need to know.

I did make a deal.

With our old boss.

Weyland?

And I expected him to at least renegotiate.

But he didn't.

Do not underestimate him.

He's planning something.

My way, my rules, my plan.

I'm gonna need something

very important from you.

And what's that?

I'm gonna need to

kill you, Goldberg.

They're the

warlords of Kalahari.

Look, I'm gonna bring these

warlords into the race.

What are you doing?

What's who doing?

While everybody's watching, I'm gonna

need you to take yourself out.

I'm gonna need a signal.

It's gonna be loud.

What do you need me to do?

We need someone on the inside.

Done.

The coast is clear.

I'm sorry to hear

about that dead spic.

This is my production.

You were right.

Out, out!

He screwed me over.

I should have

listened to you before.

Frankenstein is headed to the finish line.

Take him out!

Do yourself a favor

and listen to me right now.

I'm gonna take him out myself.

What do you want me to do?

Keep him in the room.

No matter what.

The f***ing key!

Death Race

has the ultimate prize.

You win your freedom.

This all starts and ends

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