Death Race 2 Page #3

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against Markus Kane.

Now, you put him on your TV show,

not only could those animals kill him,

but basically, he just advertises to Kane

where the chief witness against him sleeps,

and then he's a dead man.

Mr. Lucas' problem, not mine.

Warden Parks, you and your prison

exist for one reason,

to facilitate Death Match.

And here l thought we were here

to protect society and punish criminals.

Then you're dumber than l thought.

(lNAUDlBLE)

(GRUNTlNG)

SEPTEMBER:
Give us a minute.

Would you like a towel?

l'm fine.

Yeah, l'll say.

Very impressive.

And your fight with Big Bill yesterday,

also impressive.

-l don't think we've met. l'm...

-Yeah, l know who you are.

Save the sales pitch, huh?

l'm not fighting.

lf l want you to fight, you fight.

-ls that right?

-Yes.

l can't do anything about the life sentences,

but you participate,

and l will make your life here

much more tolerable.

Your own cell, no work detail,

real food,

as well as plenty of

(BREATHlNG HEAVlLY)

-perks.

-Okay.

So, l...

l win some fights for you,

you need another guy to beat me.

l mean, that's...

That's how it works, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hey,

go sell sleazy someplace else,

'cause l ain't buying.

-You won't leave me any choice.

-Do what you gotta do.

l'm not gonna be a part of your freak show.

We'll see.

Hey.

You don't hear the word "no" so often,

do you?

Only when l say it.

ANNOUNCER:
Dim the lights,

the carnage is about to begin.

SEPTEMBER ON TV:
Good evening,

and welcome to Death Match.

Two men will be randomly selected live,

right before your eyes.

Only the winner walks out alive.

Are there any fighters in here tonight?

(MEN ROARlNG)

(BELL RlNGlNG)

(ANNOUNCER READlNG)

(MEN CHANTlNG)

l need one more.

(BELL DlNGlNG)

No! No!

This is f***ing bullshit.

ANNOUNCER:
Welcome to Death Match.

Hey! Hey, lady. Okay, you made your point.

-Switch us up.

-Oh, so now you wanna fight?

F***ing right. They're gonna kill him

in there, you know that.

Yeah, l certainly hope so.

The name of the game is Death Match.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Hey! Get your f***ing hands...

There are two ways to win.

Kill your opponent, or make him submit.

ANNOUNCER:
There are several

pressure plates that, when activated,

can give a fighter access

to a variety of weapons.

And this week, we have a new weapon

that will blow your mind.

(LAUGHlNG)

Come on!

(BELL RlNGlNG)

(YELLlNG)

F*** him up, Bill!

Come on! Come on!

(YELLlNG)

Mother...

(GRUNTlNG)

Motherf***er's crazy!

But cool.

(WHlSTLlNG)

(GRUNTlNG)

-What the f*** are you doing?

-l want on the floor. Can you help?

(GRUNTlNG)

(SCREAMlNG)

(WOMEN CHEERlNG)

LlSTS:
Get him, Luke!

(GRUNTlNG)

LlSTS:
Watch out!

Watch out!

(YELLlNG)

(SCREAMlNG)

Get the f*** out of here! Go!

Don't look good for our boy.

(YELLlNG)

LlSTS:
This way! This way! Come on!

The door, Luke! The door!

This is some bullshit! This game is rigged!

MAN 1 :
Barbecue his white ass!

MAN 2:
Yo, the white boy's cheating!

-F***ing cracker's cheating!

-F*** you, you n*gger!

-You piece of sh*t!

-Watch out!

(BlG BlLL SCREAMlNG)

(MEN CLAMOURlNG)

BlG BlLL:
Come on!

Come on! Let's get in there!

Come on, come on! Go, go! Get out there!

l told you.

(LUKE GRUNTlNG)

LUKE:
Switch!

(BEEPlNG)

(MEN CLAMOURlNG)

MAN:
Go, go, go!

(SCREAMlNG)

LUKE:
Get the f*** over here!

Come on! Come on!

Get back.

LlSTS:
Watch out, Luke!

(WOMEN SCREAMlNG)

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

(WOMAN GRUNTlNG)

Get ready to scream, b*tch!

-WOMAN:
F*** you!

-Who's screaming now, b*tch?

Code red, arena stage.

-End transmission now.

-Are you f***ing crazy?

-Shut it down.

-No way. This is my show.

And this is my prison.

End this broadcast now

or you're gonna be one of the cons

instead ofjust filming them.

OPERATOR:
Got it.

ANNOUNCER:
Death Match is a trademark

of Weyland International.

Fighters are convicted violent felons.

Acts should not be duplicated at home.

(MEN CLAMOURlNG)

OFFlCER:
Get on the ground!

(WHlSTLE BLOWlNG)

Luke!

OFFlCER:
Come on, get on the bus!

LUKE:
You wanna live? Stay down.

(MAN CHATTERlNG ON PA)

(GRUNTlNG)

Wasn't that Luke?

What?

F***!

Get me the phone!

F***.

DOCTOR:
Just relax, huh? Just relax.

Won't hurt a bit. Relax.

(LUKE GROANlNG)

Any closer, buddy...

You're really lucky,

or this would have hit the femoral artery.

-Yeah, that's me. Lucky.

-Yeah. You can say that.

-LUKE:
(GROANS) Man!

-Just relax. Relax.

lt's a minor setback.

A few rapists and murderers died. Boo-hoo.

No. This is the end.

You messed it up by pulling the plug.

We would've won the night.

(CHUCKLES)

You're not good enough in bed

to win this one.

Sweet dreams.

(SlGHS)

OFFlCER:
Come on, over here.

F***.

OFFlCER:
Sit down there and shut up.

-OFFlCER:
Quiet down.

-Hey.

What happened?

You're not the only one

that got in some good shots.

-l know.

-WOMAN:
All right, ladies! Line it up!

The bus is leaving.

Don't make me tell you twice!

-Hey.

-OFFlCER:
Let's go.

-Thanks, huh?

-OFFlCER:
Step through, ladies!

Yeah. l don't know why l did it.

Probably get thrown in the hole for that.

Then why?

Why did you help that con?

Wasn't gonna let the man fight my fight.

OFFlCER:
Right this way. Let's go.

You got a name?

Uh-huh. Yeah. Of course l do.

(KATRlNA LAUGHlNG)

Come on, man.

MAN:
There he is.

How the f*** is he still alive?

JOEY:
Boss, we've been

assured it's happening.

lt's been happening for weeks now.

How much longer

do you think he's gonna stay silent?

He's a tough guy, and he's been loyal...

l want him dead!

We have someone on the inside,

a total psycho.

-lt won't take long now.

-Joey. Joey.

The box, with its implications

of rigidity and squareness,

symbolises unimaginative thinking

and painful frustration.

MARKUS:
Sometimes

we just have to step back,

see if the solutions to our problem

lies outside the box.

Call a meeting.

-With who?

-Everyone!

-You didn't return my calls.

-l don't return a lot of calls.

l wanna discuss Death Match.

l think that we should pull the plug.

When a real-life riot doesn't generate

a second-hour boost,

-l'd say it's time to cut your loss.

-Exactly. We need to evolve.

We've developed a strong base,

we have legitimate TV stars...

The board's decision is final, Miss Jones.

ln the past six months, l'm the only

profitable thing about this company.

Unless you want a sexual harassment suit

crammed down your throat,

you will listen to what l have to say.

Fine.

MARKUS:
l'm troubled.

What seemed to be a very simple task

has taken the most perplexing of turns.

So l'm gonna speak slowly,

clearly,

so my message is not lost, or ignored,

or misinterpreted.

One million dollars to the man

who kills Carl Lucas.

This offer expires in 48 hours,

and if that happens,

l will consider you all enemies,

and l will bring war on your f***ing head.

Understand?

SEPTEMBER:
Ninety percent

of Terminal lsland,

your grand investment, is dead space.

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