Death Race Page #5

Get out. Get out.

Get out. Get out.

Yo, Frankenstein.

It's good we had

that little talk.

We gave that b*tch

a good show, huh?

Give me that.

Okay, cocksucker,

f*** with me,

and we'll see who

shits on the sidewalk.

Somebody's mad right now.

Nobody fucks with my car.

Son of a b*tch.

Get the choppers in the air.

Come on. Off the

ground. Go, go, go.

So what's your real name?

I don't have the

time for small talk.

Just want to know

who I'm riding with.

Jensen Ames.

Like...

Like the car.

Like the car.

Well, Jensen Ames,

I hope you got a plan,

'cause it's not like we're

going to get very far.

You're right.

We won't.

Now would be a good time.

Very nice modification.

That extra half

gallon reserve tank...

should see you through

to the finish.

Bon voyage, Frank.

Choppers have

a visual, ma'am.

Good luck, Joe.

Get me a pilot. I need to

talk to a pilot right now.

Okay. You're on.

Stay with Frankenstein.

Don't lose him.

Sure you're up for this?

I'm sure.

I owe it to Frank.

Besides, Hennessey already

gave me my release papers.

They have to let me out.

They've stopped him, ma'am.

Keep your hands

where we can see them.

You are under arrest.

I repeat, keep your hands

where we can see them.

You are under arrest.

Hey, Igor.

Merry Christmas.

Come on. Let's

get out of here.

Nice.

The fact you have

duds like these...

might make someone

question your...

My taste?

Yeah. So to speak.

I don't know about you,

but I'm headed to Miami.

Miami's good.

I'll meet you down there.

Once I got my baby girl.

It's a shame I didn't get to...

take care of that

b*tch Hennessey.

Yeah. That is a shame.

Frankenstein has

been retrieved.

And, ma'am, ratings

are off the charts.

Gifts and congratulations

are already coming in.

You win again.

Mr. Ulrich.

I always win.

Damn.

I love this game.

So we had to fix this car?

How many times we gonna

keep doing this, man?

This car is not gonna start.

Damn it.

You say you want me to live...

the life of an

honest man, huh?

Yep. You better

get used to it.

Hey, Igor.

Think we got

a little company.

What took you so long?

Had trouble getting my

release papers approved.

Wait here. There's

someone I want you to meet.

Look at her.

She has beautiful eyes.

They're her mother's.

Where'd you get the rims?

I won it.

Card game.

Yeah, right.

No, really.

How many horsepower's

in this engine?

Five hundred.

You sure about that?

Someone once asked me,

did I think I was the best

future for my little girl?

Something I've thought

about for a long time.

This is what I decided.

No one in this world is

perfect. Heaven knows I'm not.

But I love her more than

anyone else possibly could.

In the end, that's

all that matters.

She's my chance at something

else. Something better.

And there's no way

I'm letting go of that.

Okay, cocksucker,

f*** with me,

and we'll see who

shits on the sidewalk.

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