Death Race 2050 Page #7

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I don't want to see

you get hurt, Annie.

So, you think we

can just drive away?

There's an island off the

coast that's made of garbage,

it's called Garbantis.

I can't do that.

Can you give me

a reason why not?

Because I can't imagine

spending the rest of my life

with a man who finished

second to Jed Perfectus.

And besides, the winner

gets to meet The Chairman.

Oh! Yes,

oh, God, that is disgusting.

You are awful,

awful, awful ugly people.

Oh, what the sh*t!

Holy moly, mack-a-roly, race fans!

Can it be? (GASPS)

Another miraculous recovery

for Frankenstein?

Why won't you die?

Take the wheel!

(SCREAMING)

Here's Johnny!

(GRUNTING)

What is wrong with you?

(GRUNTING)

Eve! You're a terrible driver!

(GRUNTING)

Hold on!

Move! Move!

(YELLING)

(GASPS)

I am Perfectus!

I am perfection!

Not really.

Isn't he headed

straight for the studio?

Well, it looks like 60 points

for Jed and we are signing off.

(GRACE SCREAMING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Are you sure you

want this revolution?

I just wanna win.

You are so dead.

The truth is,

I've lost track of my score,

my time, my position.

Maybe Jed is winning the race,

even though he's dead.

Now, we could run down

those people over there,

that would be 50 points.

Or how about those

people over there?

That would be

another 50 points.

But what about

that man over there?

He must be worth at

least 1,000 points.

(CHUCKLES)

1,000 points.

You wanna do it?

You wanna feel the power?

Yes.

Yes, I would.

Come on,

let's give it a try.

1,000 points!

1,000 points,

1,000 points.

ALL:
(CHANTING)

1,000 points, 1,000 points.

1,000 points,

1,000 points, 1,000 points.

1,000 points?

I've seen enough.

1,000 points,

1,000 points, 1,000 points.

1,000 points, 1,000 points.

1,000 points.

Enough!

CROWD:
(CHANTING)

1,000 points! 1,000 points!

What are you talking about?

Shut up! I'm Chairman!

CROWD:
(CHANTING)

1,000 points,

1,000 points, 1,000 points.

Huh?

ALL:
(CHANTING) 1,000 points,

1,000 points, 1,000 points.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GASPING)

Motherf***er!

(LOUD THUD)

lam the freaking

ruler of the universe!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

I want more.

You don't need The Chairman,

you don't need Frankenstein,

you have the power!

Make the reality

of your own race!

Now, get UP!

Turn off those headsets

and get into those cars.

And may the best driver win.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(SCREAMS)

You guys are all toast!

Well, it's a start.

Or the end of civilization as we know it.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

They'll sort it out.

(CHUCKLES)

So, what happens to us?

Well, somebody needs to re-populate.

Hmm...

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