Death Race 2050 Page #4

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Or do they think?

Huh? Huh?

Or do they watch the VR?

One arena.

One sexually

ambiguous superstar,

10,000 screaming fans

facing certain death,

all trying to get one

finger on Jed's body,

just to become famous.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

What about Frankenstein?

He's an established brand.

I think Frankenstein

will be extinct tomorrow.

(AUTOMATED HAND BEEPING)

(ANNIE HUMMING)

(HUMMING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Nice ass.

What took so long?

You were supposed

to make contact an hour ago.

(SINGING) It's been hard

He's been watching me

Annie,

Frankenstein is the key,

he cannot be

allowed to survive.

(SINGING)

At least we got the AI

ALEXIS:
Not good enough.

The people worship Frankenstein,

because he's strong.

They need to see

that we are strong, too!

(HUMMING)

(SINGING)

Strong enough to kill him

Look, we've given you the tools,

Annie, you need to take him tonight!

(WHIRRING)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATH ES DEEPLY) Your shoulders are

so tense. Would you like an adjustment?

You know how to

use a torque wrench?

I'm a fast learner.

Why were you in

the bathroom so long?

I had to shave.

Smooth as silk.

That's more water than most

people use in a month.

How about some music?

(some PLAYING ON RADIO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(WOMAN MOANING)

Now, that's more like it.

That's not the radio.

Perfectus is next door.

(MOANING)

Why can't they see me

as I see myself?

A kind, gentle soul

imprisoned by abs of steel?

You're just worried

about Frankie, baby.

I'm not hearing 500 men, Eve.

More shrieks.

(GRUNTING)

I said shrieks!

That's not what

a shriek sounds...

This is what

a shriek sounds like!

This is what it sounds like

to be f***ed by 500 men!

(LOUD SCREAMING)

Ooh! This bed

is so comfortable.

I gotta hand it to you, lady, you've

actually become more annoying.

I've got road maps to study,

and an arm to fix.

I have an idea.

Why don't you take this route?

(CHUCKLES)

First off, lady,

you're terrible at this.

And second, that cutoff at your

navel is probably a faster route.

Why do you care about this

goddamn race so much?

(AUTOMATED HAND WHIRRING)

Because it's my job.

And this might seem

kind of strange nowadays,

but I dedicated my

life to this race.

Hmm. Nice line. Did The

Chairman write it for you?

F*** The Chairman.

I don't race

for no one but me!

And you're proud of that?

I do this because it's the

only thing I'm good at.

It's the only thing

anybody's good at anymore.

Because we've forgotten

how to fight to survive.

And now look at us.

(INHALES DEEPLY) So,

I'll just keep on fighting.

Simple as that.

(WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Now can we f***?

I don't sleep with passengers.

Or ladies who sing

duets in the shower.

Hey, some of us are trying to get

some sleep! (PEOPLE MOANING)

Yeah, seriously!

Quit your whining, sinner, I'm 10

inches away from the promised land.

Didn't mean to bother you.

Rise and shine, race fans!

(CROWING)

(WHIRRING)

l thought maybe you'd quit.

(GASPS)

(GROANS) God! Phew!

No such luck.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Listen, about last night...

No, you're right, if I wanna be on

your team, I need to help you win.

Just adjusting my seatbelt.

All that bouncing around

yesterday, my back's killing me.

Today is gonna be rough.

Well, let's go snag ourselves

some pedestrians, huh?

Lady, today is Day Two,

the pedestrians shoot back.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

That's right, folks!

Today's journey

brings our racers directly

through America's

gun-loving heartland.

The famed Red Zone Rally.

GRACE:
Yes, J.B., I'm sure I

speak for my dear, dear friends

when I say today's racers are gonna

enjoy some high-caliber hospitality.

(GUNSHOTS)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Guns!

It's not me,

it's not a physical thing.

It's you.

You're just not pretty enough.

That's the problem.

Hey, Frankenstein,

today, no mercy!

Jed, bro, man, will you

sign this for me, please?

(LOUD BLAST)

(SCREAMING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, no, you don't!

Tammy's still in the lead.

Should we follow her?

I don't think anybody

should follow Tammy.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Playing hard to get, huh?

I'll take you

from behind, old man!

(LAUGHING)

Laugh, laugh.

(LAUGHING)

Sh*t.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Hold on!

(LAUGHING)

See, see how I'm doing it?

Let's dance!

You can yell out

something stupid if you like.

Just tell me how I can help.

Well, maybe you should duck.

(GASPS)

(GUNSHOT)

(METAL CLANKS)

Welcome to the Red Zone.

Smells like barbecue

sauce and bed sores.

Look, Eve, fans.

Om

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

Go back and see if you

can unhook that thing.

You better hurry up!

(GUNSHOTS)

This is it. (INHALES DEEPLY)

I can feel it.

(GUNSHOTS)

Ooh!

How about it, folks?

(CROWD CHEERING)

I say those points get split

right down the middle.

Boo-yeah.

(WHIRRING)

Good thing Abe has been

officially disqualified,

because otherwise Minerva

would be in last place.

I feel that she may be out of her

element in this section of the race.

Hello, howdy!

Yo.

I don't like

the look of it either,

but we gotta get

on the board, yo.

Yeah. Drop that beat,

drop that beat.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGGING) Drive, drive,

kill, kill Kill, kill, drive

Drive, drive, kill, kill

Kill the white people

(GUN COCKING)

Yo, make it

a little less urban, man.

(SINGING OFF-KEY)

Drive, drive, kill, kill,

Kill the white people

with the car, car, car

(GUN COCKING)

Got something with a banjo?

(GUNSHOTS)

Go, go, go!

F*** these white people!

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

ABE:
Hello, madam, I have no

arms and I am in need of fuel.

Please fill me up.

If you assist me,

I will spare your life.

Life, the condition that separates

animals from inorganic matter.

(VOICE BREAKING) What am I?

We could have been friends.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm in front of

Tammy's church,

where the faithful have gathered

since before dawn, J.B.,

waiting for

their returning hero.

Ah! Here she comes,

I better get out of here!

She's coming!

She's coming!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

I'm back, I'm back,

my darlings, that's right!

Tammy, Tammy, I'm wearing

the sacred underwear!

Assalam-Tom-Hanks-um!

But I can't do this

without you! No, I can't.

I need your help,

my darlings!

I need to feel

your holy, holy love.

Who wants virgins?

I do, I do!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Please, virgins!

Who wants chicken wings!

Everybody loves chicken wings!

Well, guess what, y'all?

The Almighty's got a Hooters in the

sky and it is time to martyr up!

MAN:
Whoo-hoo!

CROWD:
(CHANTING) Kill me,

kill me, kill me! Yes!

CROWD:
(CHANTING) Kill me, kill me!

To victory!

CROWD:
(CHANTING)

Kill me, kill me, kill me!

(SQUELCHING)

Die, people! (LAUGHING)

Oh!

Oh, no.

My fans, your followers, B!

(IMITATING GUNSHOTS)

You just pissed

in the wrong pool.

Kill Minerva,

kill Minerva.

(SIGHS)

How can someplace so green

be so damn hot?

You're not a country girl?

Mmm-mmm.

Not even close.

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