Death Race 2 Page #5

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ANNOUNCER:
The debut

of Death Race is in the books.

CarI Lucas is the surprise winner,

followed by Big Bill, Calin, Apache,

Xander and 14K.

Can CarI Lucas hold on to win his freedom?

Tune in tomorrow to find out.

Yeah! Yeah!

-Man! You can drive, man!

-What a rush, old man.

Hey, Goldberg, you kidding me?

Hey, where'd you learn that?

-l was a Girl Scout.

-Really?

-l'm gonna get you, f***er!

-LUKE:
ls that right?

You don't mess with somebody

in this motherfucking race!

-ls that a f***ing date?

-Yeah!

-Yeah? Come on! F***ing pretty boy!

-Gonna f***ing blow up your ass!

Come on, suck my dick, b*tch!

Hey, Lists, go kick his ass. Come on.

(CHUCKLES)

Tomorrow, you die.

(SPEAKlNG CANTONESE)

(LAUGHlNG)

Katrina! Let's go.

-Hey, so l get to see you tomorrow, or what?

-lf you're lucky.

Damn.

Hey, come on, snap out of it, guys.

Hey, Lists, you gotta fix it up there

under here.

Right here. Right in here.

OFFlCER 1 :
Come on, Lucas, let's go.

OFFlCER 2:
You heard him. Move.

LUKE:
Hey, what did l do?

OFFlCER 3:
Go to sleep!

Hey, this is bullshit!

(LAUGHlNG)

Okay, what did l do?

You won!

To the victor belongs the spoils.

Okay, so what does that mean?

What is this?

ln ancient Rome, the winning gladiator

was the recipient of gifts.

A show of gratitude from the powers that be

for a job well done.

She's yours.

Mmm-hmm.

Do with her what you please. (LAUGHS)

ls that right?

And who the f*** are you?

l'm Caesar.

You know, they're probably watching.

Mmm-hmm.

Listening, too, l guess.

Some kind of game they're playing.

Yeah, probably betting

on what we'll do next.

Option A, they're trying to get us closer

so they can use one of us against the other.

Uh-huh.

Option B being, maybe, put a wedge

between us, so we f*** up on the track?

l guess we do what they want,

and leave the bullshit for later.

You playing me?

Does it matter?

No.

(GlGGLES)

(GRUNTlNG)

(PANTlNG)

Kane put a million-dollar bounty on Lucas,

and all the bangers are going for it.

Put Mr. Lucas in solitary.

l thought this was a prison thing, but this is

too big for even the guards to resist.

-You still gonna let him race?

-Oh, yeah.

They're free to kill him on the track,

just not off camera.

What about him?

Wait! Wait!

Come on. Let's go.

You had your fun. Move.

-KATRlNA:
Where are we going?

-Shut up.

KATRlNA:
What the f*** is this?

Beautiful view of freedom from here, Katrina.

KATRlNA:
Okay.

But who are you?

You're much more attractive in person.

l'm flattered. What do you want?

Carl Lucas. l want him dead.

And in return, l offer you freedom.

A chance of life outside these walls

for one simple task.

You've got 48 hours.

You kill him or l kill you.

Let me make these walls disappear.

Let me make you part of the view

from outside, Katrina.

Freedom.

Forty-eight hours.

Tick-tock.

(SHOWER RUNNlNG)

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

-Yeah?

-WEYLAND:
Sixty-five share.

Well done, young lady.

SEPTEMBER:
lt's truly for the best.

You weren't happy, the board wasn't happy.

We need someone for this institution

that shares the common vision.

Just wasn't you.

Warden Parks,

we're here to escort you from the premises.

"Whosoever diggeth a pit shall fall therein."

Proverb 26:
27.

ls that supposed to be deep?

Hopefully deep enough that, when you fall,

you'll break your f***ing neck.

(KNOCKlNG)

-What do you want?

-Time to race.

GOLDBERG:
You got a big f***ing bulls-eye

on your back, Luke.

You feel all those eyes on you?

Ain't 'cause you're pretty,

or because you're in first place.

Markus Kane put a million dollars

on your head.

lt's a monster f***ing bounty, Lucas.

lt's as plain as day.

l don't believe it.

Why would l lie?

lt makes no f***ing sense.

What're you gonna do?

(ENGlNE REVVlNG)

Two, one, and we're in.

ANNOUNCER:
Welcome to Death Race.

Eighteen men started. Only six remain.

An estimated 50 million people

watched CarI Lucas win day one.

Can he do it again?

Five other racers will have something to say

about that.

Welcome to day two of Death Race.

Dim the lights.

The carnage is about to begin.

GOLDBERG:
Hey! Aren't you twojust

bubbling over with sunshine this morning?

Come on. We got a race to win.

What is it?

Nothing.

Let's race.

l've got you now, motherf***er!

GOLDBERG:
Coming up behind you!

KATRlNA:
Watch out!

Yeah! l just f***ed your ass!

(PEOPLE CHEERlNG)

Activate swords and shields.

-ANNOUNCER:
Sword plate activated.

-Damn!

-KATRlNA:
Watch your back!

-Careful.

Here comes the guns.

(KATRlNA SCREAMlNG)

ROCCO:
You gotta find a shield, man.

You gotta find a shield!

-There's one!

-l see it.

Go for it. Go for it!

ANNOUNCER:

Shield pressure plate activated.

-Throw the smoke!

-No, not yet.

Luke, what're you waiting for?

Okay, ready?

Pull it now!

Smoke, now.

(BEEPlNG)

Let's get this car back in the race.

(TYRES SCREECHlNG)

F***!

Yeah! Great sh*t!

(PEOPLE CHEERlNG)

Okay, baby, now we come.

ANNOUNCER:
Sword plate activated.

Go, go! Get gun! Get gun!

-Watch your back!

-ROCCO:
Get your ass out of there, Luke.

Bounty is mine, motherf***er!

l'm tired of this a**hole.

Time to lose.

CALlN:
Oh, my God.

Hang on.

(EXCLAlMS)

(CHEERlNG)

(PEOPLE CHEERlNG)

Dig that!

(ALL CHEERlNG)

Still taking it, huh?

-You die!

-Come on!

Today! Today you die!

(14K SCREAMlNG)

Beautiful. (LAUGHS)

(14K GROANlNG)

All right, it's clear sailing

to the finish line now.

What are you doing?

-The enemy of my enemy.

-What's happening?

You die.

KATRlNA:
You wanna tell me why

you just risked our lives to save that banger?

They're Triads. The only people

Markus would not deal with.

That's why they're not after us.

They have no clue about the hit.

(LAUGHlNG)

Look, it's a Triad kill thing.

lt's a life for a life.

l save his, he owes me a favour.

(SCREAMlNG)

-Well, l saved your life.

-Really? How so?

Because your Markus Kane offered

to buy my freedom if l would kill you.

Jesus! They all want me dead, now you, too?

-l guess you owe me a favour, too.

-l can't wait.

-Hey! l want a favour, too, huh?

-F*** off, Goldberg.

Yeah, l got you, baby.

ANNOUNCER:

Sword pressure plates activated.

Shield ahead.

ANNOUNCER:

Shield pressure plate activated.

Okay, ready?

Activate the napalm on my signal.

Now.

(BEEPlNG)

-What's this?

-KATRlNA:
lt's not working!

What's wrong?

-This is not good, Luke.

-lt's a setup.

Yeah. l'm coming, baby!

Hey, Goldberg.

Someone had a play date with this car.

l got nothing. No guns, no smoke, nothing.

Come on, hit it, you dumbass b*tch!

GOLDBERG:
Swerve! Swerve!

-You, motherf***er!

-Turn!

What can l do?

-Brace yourself.

-No! What are you doing?

GOLDBERG:
Get the f*** out ofthere!

(SCREAMS)

Come on! You need to get out of there!

This is my fight.

No choice. Hang on.

(SCREAMlNG)

Here l come!

Motherf***er won't stop firing!

ELECTRONlC VOlCE: Heat-seeking missile

has been activated.

-Come on!

-Hey! Get out of there!

(MlSSlLE BEEPlNG)

Come on.

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