Death Race Page #4

He wouldn't quit.

I just wanted...

to make sure he didn't win.

Why would Hennessey

want that?

To keep Frank here, racing.

And yesterday?

She wanted me

to set you back.

So I'm not supposed

to win, either.

Just make it exciting.

That's all I wanted to know.

Hold tight.

Come on. Just come on through.

Damn.

He's going after Pachenko.

Sword and shield

ahead. Take defense.

No.

There's someone

I need to kill.

You're out in front.

Who are you going

to shoot at?

You're a dead man.

I told you to take defense.

He's too heavily armored.

F***.

Hit the smoke.

This is a race. You

don't go backwards.

And you don't get

out of the car.

It was Hennessey.

Hennessey.

I know. She's next.

I got it. Frank's

out of his car.

What?

He stepped out of his car.

Okay. I see him.

I need guns.

Yes. Sword coming

up in 50 yards.

What happened?

I don't know.

Somebody must

have grabbed it.

What do you mean,

somebody grabbed it?

Look, man.

I thought it was lit.

What do you mean,

you thought?

Man, get the f***

out of my car.

What?

I said, get the f***

out of my car.

Oh, hell, no.

Come on, man.

Listen, we got...

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Wait. Wait. It ain't my

turn. It's not what I do.

Get in there.

Don't let me down, boy.

Release the Dreadnought.

Coach?

Oh.

Well, I guess we know

what she was building now.

Activate weapons.

Jesus Christ.

Coach, any ideas?

You just have to

tough it out, I guess.

Hennessey will take

it off after...

she's pumped up the ratings.

You sure about that?

Where the hell is

that thing going?

F*** me.

Lists.

Receiving.

I want you to patch me

through to another car.

On it.

Joe?

Who is this?

It's Frank.

What do you want?

How about we play

a little offense?

I hope you know

what you're doing.

Now that's entertainment.

Damn it.

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein. Frankenstein.

Frankenstein. Frankenstein.

Frankenstein. Frankenstein.

Nice reflexes there, Igor.

Race car reflexes.

You look lost, pal.

Not this time.

I got this feeling that

you and Frank are close.

Real close.

That weird accent. You

even kind of sound alike.

I was wondering, what

if you got in a accident?

Would that throw Frank

off his game a little bit?

I doubt it,

sick, f***ed-up

guy that he is.

He might just

want to kill you.

That's cool.

So I guess I'll

see him later.

Right?

Let's roll.

Ma'am, with all respect,

what are we going to do?

We're going to kill

him, of course.

You want me to

kill Frankenstein?

Don't be stupid.

Frankenstein can't die.

After all,

he's just a mask.

Tonight is the

final leg of the Death Race,

and perhaps a new

champion will arise.

A five times winner.

The first man ever

to gain his freedom.

The world gave you

to me because...

you were not fit to

be a part of it.

You were not fit

to be husbands,

you were not fit

to be fathers,

and were too dangerous to

live with the rest of us.

What is this sh*t, man?

But when you race tonight,

know that the eyes of

the world are upon you.

And know that the very same

world which rejected you...

now lives and

breathes with you.

And it draws inspiration

from your courage.

No one is ever gonna

win five races.

So race well...

Nobody is ever

getting out of here.

...and know that I

consider you all my heroes.

I want to show you something.

Can't kill me. Can't kill

me. I'm the f***ing Reaper.

You can burn me.

You can shoot me. But

you can't motherfucking...

There.

Gunner, Lists.

Will Hennessey's

inspectors care...

if we had a half

gallon reserve tank?

Another half gallon?

You got a fuel tank

that holds 35 gallons.

What the hell you want

another half gallon for?

Coach?

Let's give the man

what he wants.

Hey, where are you going?

Oh, this is not good.

Real brave,

coming over here.

I'm going to win this race,

'cause I want out

of this shithole.

I've already won three races.

Two more, and I'm

smoking Cohibas in Miami.

Frank might want

to think about that.

'Cause I'm gone.

Out of here.

Then maybe it's his turn.

Maybe he's thinking it's

the other way around.

From here on out, you stay

the f*** out of my pit.

Hey.

Thinking you and Frank

should have a little talk.

Welcome to the final

installment of Death Race.

Seven men dead.

Siad.

Grimm.

Colt, Pachenko.

Carson.

Riggins...

and 14K are all dead.

Just Frankenstein and

Machine Gun Joe survive.

Frank, racing for

his freedom.

Joe, doing anything

to stop him.

It's mano y mano, and

there will be no mercy.

Tonight, only one man will

walk off this track alive.

A record 70 million are

already watching. Join them.

Subscribe to the

final stage now.

It's an honor to

navigate for you, sir.

They call me...

Save it.

We won't have time

to get acquainted.

What the hell are those?

Model 7 Russian

states armory RPG's.

Armor-piercing, self-arming,

accurate to 1,000 yards.

That's what I thought.

Prisoner, step back.

I thought maybe you could

use a little inspiration.

Your release papers.

They're already signed.

All you have to do is

walk off that track alive.

Well, and win,

of course.

But if you do win.

I want you to think

about staying here.

As Frankenstein.

With me.

Yeah.

I can see the appeal.

What would you do

with your freedom?

Go back to your daughter?

That's the idea.

The thing is,

are you really the best...

future she could

possibly have?

Are you really

daddy material?

Or deep down, are

you something else?

If you decided that

out there on...

that track is

where you belong,

it would be the most unselfish

act of love I've ever seen.

Just something

to think about.

What's this?

Small modification.

So Hennessey tells me

if you're going...

to win, I'm supposed

to stop you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Sounds like the odds

are stacked against us.

Then do what you do best.

Drive.

Gentlemen, this should

be interesting.

Lit sword up ahead.

Deactivate that.

Sir?

Just do it.

Switch it back on.

Weapons are up.

Damn it.

Sh*t.

Lit shield up ahead.

Damn it.

What happened?

Hennessey must have

deactivated it. B*tch.

Light me up.

It's party time.

Coach, we gotta

get the firepower.

Nothing lit for a half lap.

We won't last that long.

Drop the tombstone.

What?

Do it.

On my mark. Three,

two,

one.

Mark.

Damn it.

That sh*t don't

work twice, playboy.

Sh*t.

Lit shield in quarter lap.

Do you hear that? Lit

shield in the quarter lap.

He's coming up fast.

Let them get the shield.

Keep the viewers interested.

Son of a b*tch.

He got the shield.

Arm the explosive.

Just in case.

Yo, Frankenfreak.

This villager's

got a pitchfork,

and it's headed

straight up your ass.

What just happened?

Yeah. Yeah, Frank.

They're off the track.

They're escaping.

They're headed

for the bridge.

Their weapons.

Hit the kill switches.

Seventy million viewers,

ma'am. They're all watching.

Shut the webcast down.

Shut it down.

Shut the f***ing

computers down now.

Get out. Get out.

Get out. Now.

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