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Death Race 2050 Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 2017
- 90 min
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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?
(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
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)
(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 Ispeak 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.
(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.
(GUNSHOTS)
This is it. (INHALES DEEPLY)
I can feel it.
(GUNSHOTS)
Ooh!
How about it, folks?
(CROWD CHEERING)
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!
(SYSTEM BEEPING)
ABE:
Hello, madam, I have noarms 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!
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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