Death Race Page #3

Did you do it?

Yeah.

Bad cop?

Good cop.

Lousy husband.

Frank, Case,

you read me?

We hear you.

This is a three-lap race.

Hennessey doesn't activate

the weapons till lap two.

Now remember, it's first

come, first served, ...

so it pays to

be out in front.

This is it. Countdown.

You're sure he can deliver?

Jog left to 100 feet.

Now.

Punch it. Hard left up ahead.

He seems to be

handling himself.

Wakey-wakey.

We're being passed.

We've gotta catch up.

Man, I know what I'm doing.

Hey, just leave

that motherf***er...

Shut up, man.

I know what the

hell I'm doing.

What you gonna do?

You can't go head-to-head

with Joe like this.

He'll tear you apart.

You read me?

Listen to him, before

you get us both killed.

Case, help him out of there.

There's a shortcut

to the left.

There.

He's taking the shortcut.

You don't think I see that?

Activate swords and shields.

The swords arm the main guns.

Shields trigger the

napalm, oil and smoke.

I know. I've seen

this race before.

You think you know. It takes

the weight of the entire car.

You have to make contact with

all four tires simultaneously.

Anything else I'm missing?

Don't get me started.

Activate death heads.

Death heads activated.

Feel it, baby.

Score another one

for the Reaper, baby.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Come on. All clear.

F*** you, puto.

F*** you.

We got guns.

Look out. Oil.

Damn.

Your mother's a puta,

motherf***er.

What the f***?

We got to get

back in the race.

I'm the f***ing Reaper, baby.

Can't kill me.

You can burn me.

You can f***ing

shoot me, but you...

just can't

motherfucking kill me.

Get that off my window

when we get back.

We're streaming to 46

million viewers, ma'am.

Offensive weapons are up.

It's on.

F***.

It's jammed.

Cover me.

Jesus Christ.

Hold tight, Case.

I'm back.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Shield up ahead.

That son of a b*tch.

He just stole

a shield from Colt.

Defense weapons are on.

Let him have it.

The napalm won't fire.

Smoke.

No smoke? No oil?

No napalm?

Again?

F***, man.

Remember me, motherf***er?

Coach.

The tombstone won't take

much more of this.

Frank, Case, those 50 caliber...

shells will be through

the tombstone...

in a matter of seconds.

My advice, either

lose him or kill him.

Unhook the napalm.

Get on my lap.

What?

Get on my lap.

What the hell?

Merry Christmas, a**hole.

Oh, sh*t.

Nice work.

Where's he going?

A shortcut. Punch it.

We can beat him.

Look out.

Grimm, Colt and Siad are gone.

Six remaining drivers alive.

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We have 14 hours,

gentlemen, so

let's get to work.

Starting with this.

So what happened

out there, Case?

He got distracted.

He got distracted?

Coach.

What?

Look at this.

The oil sprayers work fine.

Well, I'll be damned.

Stop.

Last place.

It's too bad.

Look on the bright side.

Everyone loves a comeback.

What can I do for

you, Mr. Ames?

You sure are lucky

a driver like me...

just happened to turn up

in your prison when I did.

Oh, I'm more than lucky.

I'm blessed.

Sometimes it's like

the right hand of God...

is sitting on my shoulder.

I'm not racing tomorrow.

Go f*** yourself.

Wait.

Take his shackles off.

Please excuse us,

Mr. Ulrich.

And take Mr. James with you.

Do you recognize

these people?

Because your daughter will.

They're her new parents.

What's her name?

Piper.

That's the man she'll

grow up calling Daddy.

Unless you do

something about it.

Where is she now?

Oh, I'm sure I have her

address around here somewhere.

You're a smart man,

Mr. Ames.

Play my game, we

both go home happy.

The man who killed my

wife is in this prison.

I wonder what he'll say

when I ask him why he did it.

Why don't you look

in a mirror? Ask him.

Poor Piper. It must be hard...

growing up with

that knowledge.

That your father

killed your mother.

You wanted a monster.

Well, you've got one.

She has your eyes.

Her mother's.

So why don't you wear

a number, Coach?

Because I'm not a prisoner.

I qualified for parole

three years ago.

Got as far as the gate.

They got a name for it,

something-or-other syndrome.

The simple fact

is, the world's...

changed since I've

been in here.

Don't know it. Don't

much want to. But this?

This I know.

- What did they

send you away for?

Oh, plenty.

And nothing.

To what do we owe the

pleasure of your company?

I killed my wife.

Bullshit.

You're a hard man, but

you ain't no wife killer.

How do you know?

I've met my share.

But you, the way

you looked at her...

You couldn't do that if

you'd killed her mother. So...

I say bullshit.

Coach.

What would you say if I told...

you Hennessey had

my wife killed...

and me framed for it...

so she could bring me in

here to be her Frankenstein?

What would you say

to that bullshit?

Her name was Suzy.

I was always headed

here. Always knew.

She didn't.

She was my chance

at something else.

And that b*tch took

her away from me.

'... that thy days may

be long upon the land...

'which the Lord thy...

Giveth thee.

'Thou shalt not...

'kill.'

You should take a

break. Get some sleep.

I'm okay, Lists.

Concentration for the race.

Concentration, that's what

you need. Gotta get your rest.

Maybe you're right.

I will take that

break after all.

Good call.

Guy can't grind for sh*t.

Move.

Looking for me?

Hold him.

You killed my wife.

Well, now, maybe I did.

I don't care if

the queen b*tch...

wants to save you

for the track.

Nobody disrespects the

Brotherhood and lives.

Put him down.

I'm going to take your head.

What the f***.

Hennessey made me

do it. Ulrich...

Ulrich too.

Let me go, man.

I'll do anything.

You're going to die here.

F*** you.

Now, now, boys.

Let's save that

for the track, huh?

Coach.

Take a look at this.

What the hell were

they building in here?

We'll find out soon enough.

Prisoner.

It's time to get ready.

Welcome to the next

installment of Death Race.

Stage 2 begins.

Grimm, Colt and

Siad are gone.

Six remaining drivers alive.

Pachenko.

Riggins.

Carson.

Three-time winner

Machine Gun Joe.

And starting from

the back of the...

grid, his archrival,

Frankenstein.

This could be the last time

we see Frankenstein race.

Just one more victory

and he wins his freedom.

If Joe doesn't

kill him first.

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Pay attention.

Where is he?

What are you doing?

What's he doing?

He's dropping back. He's

not even trying to race.

We're gonna have

a little talk.

We're gonna be done by the

time we leave the tunnel.

Did you kill the old Frank?

What?

Tunnel comes up fast.

Remember what happened

to the napalm canister?

Be a real shame for

that to happen to you.

Did you kill the old Frank?

I sabotaged his rear weapons.

Why?

Hennessey.

She said she'd sign my release

papers. It's my life back.

I'd have killed him, too.

I didn't kill him.

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