Death Race 2050 Page #5

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Tammy the Terrorist.

(CHUCKLES)

F***ing idiot.

But at least she gives

the people something.

What's that?

Direction.

Most people these

days are just followers.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Caution.

Caution. Damn it.

The nitro's offline again.

Can you take the wheel?

Oh, what do I do? Just 10:00

and 2:
00, okay? No turning.

I think I see

something in the road.

Yeah,

just give me a minute, okay?

God, your f***ing bag.

(MEOWING)

Oh, geez.

FRANKENSTEIN:
What?

It's really cute.

No turning.

Okay.

(MEOWS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MEOWS)

You said, no turning,

I wasn't gonna save the cat.

I like cats.

It's not a purse.

It's lunch.

Huh?

Go ahead, put your tongue

between your teeth.

Thank you.

And thanks for helping

back there with Perfectus.

See, sometimes it's

nice to have a copilot.

I have to admit, you got

better legs than a chimp.

What is in this sandwich?

Cricketmeal?

I'm not a great cook.

Can I ask you something?

Why not?

What do you do when

you're not doing this?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Nothing interesting.

Come on.

The mask is off, right?

What's a day in the life?

Frankenstein's morning routine.

(CHUCKLES) I wake up, I think,

and then I feed my cat.

Then I take out

its litter box.

You know,

I just adopted a new dog.

It's got f***ing mange.

Hmm? Did you know there's

actually two types of mange?

So, I have to rub this white

sulfur cream all over him.

It f***ing stinks.

(CHUCKLES)

What?

Sure, yeah, the "sensitive

loner who rescues

"animals with

skin diseases" line.

Like, I'm gonna buy that!

I'm not lying.

Oh.

I'm not complaining.

It's much better than you being

a veiny, dick-pumping blowhard.

A what?

Well, what about

me then, hmm?

What's a day in my

life without the mask?

I don't know.

You're beautiful and intelligent.

Hmm-mmm.

So, what, you wake up in the morning

and you go sing with unicorns?

(LAUGHS) Then in the evening,

you're a brain surgeon.

Close, that's very close.

(HEADSET BEEPS)

We just got

a message from a fan,

there's a shortcut,

so just take a left.

Thanks, copilot.

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Today must be my lucky day!

(SCREAMING)

(BODIES SQUELCHING)

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

We've been smelling cow dung

for three states.

Ain't nothing here for me

in this f***ing Red Zone.

Death to infidels!

(BOTH CHEERING)

Sh*t! No virgins for you, motherf***er!

F*** me!

Sh*t!

(SCREAMS)

Get the f*** off

my car, a**hole!

(SINGING)

Drive, drive, kill, kill

Oh, f***, dead end.

Hold up, I got this.

(SCREAMS)

F***ing sh*t!

F*** me!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I don't wanna die sober.

I'm gonna bury that b*tch.

Well, this shortcut sucks.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GRUNTS)

Do you think this

might be a trap, copilot?

I'm sorry,

I thought it was a fan tip.

Huh-uh.

I don't need this!

I really am sorry.

We've lost Annie's VR feed!

DIRECTOR:
I think we've got a drone

in the area- Switching to overhead.

(WHIRRING)

Those are definitely

not friends of mine.

It's the Resistance.

Cut the feed. Cut the feed!

Let it play, Junior,

the people should know

what their hero is made of.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(WHOOSHING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(YELLING)

(BONES CRUSHING)

(SCREAMING)

Resistance ninjas.

Oh, come on,

this is bullshit!

Oh, thank God,

I found you!

(PANTING) They grabbed me from

behind, I don't know what happened.

Just get in the car.

They snuck up on me.

Who were those guys?

I don't know.

You tell me.

That was horrible.

Oh, God, I feel

like I'm gonna be sick.

Listen, woman,

lam not stupid.

Adjusting the seatbelt?

Sorry.

I have my orders.

Orders?

You're just another follower?

It's for the greater good.

Why me?

Because...

Because you're a symbol.

Now that is solid.

Weak follow through.

Now, turn the camera back on.

Why?

Put on the helmet.

(GRUNTS)

This is what

happens to rebels.

(ENGINE REVVING)

This a friend of yours?

I believe that was 10 points.

Damn right it is!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Get out.

(WHISTLES)

Looks like "no comment"

is today's catchphrase,

as our racers look

to rest and recoup

from another furious

day of competition.

What are you gonna do to me?

Sit down and shut up!

You can't turn me in.

It would have been better

to kill me out on the road.

Maybe you're right.

ANNIE:
I'm sorry.

I should have

taken a chance on you.

I should've told you right from

the start that I was Resistance.

I knew the very first

moment that I saw you.

Then why didn't

you turn me in?

Because I thought

this might be interesting

and I don't give

a sh*t about politics.

Of course, because all you care

about is the f***ing race!

Millions of people stuck

in their miserable lives,

but none of that

matters as long as you win!

God, the people love you!

God damn it,

the people love you!

You have a responsibility,

they would listen to you.

I'm a racing car driver, I

can't control what people do!

I don't want to.

Then what do you want?

To drive off into the sunset.

To go out on top.

I'm so stupid.

For a moment there I thought maybe

I'd like to have a copilot.

You've wasted enough of my

time, now, get out of here!

I have work to do.

Don't turn your back on me, you

f***ing smug son of a b*tch!

I'm trying to kill you.

You and me both know

you don't have what it takes.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

I should have

pulled that trigger.

Rough day?

Sorry, I didn't know you were in here.

I will go.

I'm off the clock,

girl, I don't bite.

What's wrong? Fighting

with Frank got you down?

I think he might

kill me in my sleep.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

That's not a bad way to go.

I've seen worse.

Sorry about Chi.

He was really just such a...

Crazy motherf***er?

Yeah.

It's a hell of a thing,

this Death Race.

Evil.

Maybe,

but that doesn't

necessarily make us evil.

Or, to paraphrase

the words of a wise man,

"All evil comes

from a single cause."

Money?

Man's inability to

sit still in a room.

Hmm. Yeah.

Who said that?

Blaise Pascal.

You didn't think I spoke

ghetto off camera, did you?

Yeah, I guess I did.

(CHUCKLES)

Girl, you is simple!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Look, I'll let you

in on a little secret.

My daddy was the chair

of a history department

in a little school

they call Stanford.

What the hell are

you doing this for?

I like money.

(LAUGHS) I suppose

I enjoy the irony, too.

That's crazy.

The world is f***ing crazy.

A sane person

doesn't stand a chance.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

ANNOUNCER:
(ON TV) You want

these pecs? These abs?

Want to get rock

hard and totally jacked?

I'll get you there.

ANNOUNCER:

Now you can eat what Jed eats.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Your protein mega load.

Tastes like perfection.

(WHIMPERING)

lam a man!

(SCREAMS) I am perfected.

I am a man!

I am perfect.

Time to shine.

(SCREAMING, GRUNTING)

This is the real you.

No!

(YELLING)

Frankenstein!

You're f***ing cheating,

I swear to God.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS) Still didn't get me down yet!

(LAUGHING)

lam not a sissy!

You like it rough, big boy?

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