Death Race 2 Page #6

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-Yeah! Sh*t!

-Yeah!

-What the f***?

-You just killed your own pit crew.

B*tch, you shut the f*** up.

(BlG BlLL SCREAMlNG)

(ALL CHEERlNG)

-Goldberg.

-Hey, get out of there!

(LUKE SCREAMlNG)

Get in that car! l want a close-up.

Get me out of here!

Oh, God!

(LUKE SCREAMlNG)

No!

Oh, my God, no!

Somebody help!

LlSTS:
Goldberg, get him out! Get him out!

No.

Rest in peace, Luke.

(SlGHS)

GOLDBERG:
Rocco!

-You gotta answer for Luke.

-What the f*** you talking about?

Katrina said it was rigged from the inside.

And you're the only motherf***er

that could have got to it.

You killed him?

Get away from me. F*** you both.

-l need to talk to him.

-No.

He saved your life!

(SPEAKlNG CANTONESE)

You owe him.

A life for a life.

l know what to do.

DOCTOR:
We've induced coma.

Thankfully all his vitals have stabilised,

but he should be moved to a facility

more suited to his needs.

SEPTEMBER:
Out ofthe question.

Doctor, someone from the outside

tried to kill him.

Unless they think he's dead,

they'll come back to finish the job.

Yeah, well, l can't pronounce a man dead

while he's still alive.

Can't you?

(MONlTOR FLATLlNlNG)

WEYLAND:
How are we doing

with finding a replacement for Parks?

She comes highly recommended

from Halliburton.

She ran their maximum security

detention centre.

She's strong. She's smart.

Ruthlessly ambitious.

l think if l weren't around, she'd tell people

that Death Race was her idea

and she'd convince them that it was.

How's the switchover to the lnternet?

Transition's complete.

We start streaming live worldwide tomorrow.

The numbers have

already surpassed pay-per-view,

thanks to the Frankenstein commercial.

Hold on. Wait.

l've been meaning to talk to you

about this Frankenstein.

Did you make him up?

Frankenstein most certainly exists,

and he will be in the race tomorrow.

He better be.

And he better come as good as advertised.

DOCTOR:
The procedure's

experimental and dangerous.

We're talking about placing

electrodes into the brain.

SEPTEMBER:
You told me

he was a perfect candidate.

DOCTOR:
Oh, he is.

But there are no guarantees.

SEPTEMBER:
Let's wake him up.

DOCTOR:
Mr. Lucas.

You've got second-degree burns

over 85% of your body.

Now, you're lucky that you suffered

no significant injuries.

Not a broken bone or damaged organ,

which is remarkable

considering the intensity of the fire.

LUKE:
So, this is hell?

SEPTEMBER:
Why?

LUKE:
Where else would you be?

SEPTEMBER:
You do rememberme.

You win five races and you're free.

LUKE:
You're out of your f***ing mind.

SEPTEMBER:
No more Markus Kane

trying to track you down.

Like a second chance.

Look at me.

Really. Look at me.

What kind of second chance would I have?

SEPTEMBER:
You're either

Frankenstein or you're nobody.

You're certainly not Carl Lucas any more.

The entire worId watched him incinerate.

There's even a death certificate.

LUKE:
l pityyou.

SEPTEMBER:
Okay.

If you don't do it for your life,

then you do it for Katrina.

I'll furlough five of my worst sodomites

for a play date with sweet Katrina.

By the time they're finished with her,

she'll be lucky if she has a pulse.

How do you feel, Mr. Lucas?

The name

is Frankenstein.

(CAR ENGlNE REVVlNG)

Sorry to disappoint you.

You're gonna have to settle

for the Mexican Jew.

Three, two, one, and we're in.

Good evening, and welcome to Death Race.

We're streaming live worldwide

for over 20 million viewers. This week...

Yada, yada, yada.

Cut in promos of the drivers

as soon as the light hits green,

cut back to me, crane up,

chase out after Frankenstein. Got it?

MAN:
Yeah. It'll look good.

Yeah, l know it's a great shot.

MAN:
It will be. We're live in five.

Okay, time for one more.

Go.

Go!

Where's Lists?

Said he had some business to take care of.

Climb aboard.

(CAR ENGlNE STARTlNG)

What?

You expecting another pretty boy?

-(GUNSHOT)

-(MAN GRUNTlNG)

SEPTEMBER:
Good evening,

and welcome to Death Race.

We're streaming live

to over 20 million viewers.

This week, 14K attempts

to repeat as champion.

But he'll have fierce competition

from several new drivers,

including Frankenstein.

What are you doing?

Tell me who sent you.

(LAUGHS)

Good for you, Luke.

Payback for Lucas.

KATRlNA:
Oh, my God!

(GUN FlRlNG)

(PEOPLE MURMURlNG)

Yes! The drinks are on me!

Yes!

WEYLAND:
Move my tee-off time

from 9:
00 to 1 0:00.

You see that?

That's a stupid b*tch.

Take care of your business?

l'm only sorry Luke didn't live to see this.

l'm not so sure he didn't.

Frankenstein, huh?

You got a real name?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, of course, l do.

ANNOUNCER:
Live from Terminal lsland,

television's most violent, most disturbing,

and most watched programme

in human history.

Dim the lights.

The carnage is about to begin.

Welcome to Death Race.

Death Race is a trademark

of Weyland International.

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