All language subtitles for Death Race 4 Beyond Anarchy.2018.HDRip.XviD.AC3-Manning-EVO

US ECONOMY IS OUT OF CONTROL.

21.6 PROCENT...

POLICE IS UNDERTAKING
AND THE FAILURE LOOKS AMOK.

SOME STATES ARE DOMINATED
OF CORRUPTION AND GROWTH...

THE GOVERNMENT EXECUTES HIS RIGHT
FOR EXPRESSION

AND BUILD A BIG MUR,

222 KILOMETER LONG, WHICH DEVICES
AN OUTDOOR INDUSTRIST.

WEYLAND INTERNATIONAL GIVES CONTRACT
TO SCOOP AND DRIVE

THE LARGEST FINGE
IN PRIVATE REGIONS IN THE WORLD-

KNOWN AS KNOWLEDGE.

THE GAMES LIVE FOR A BRUTAL GAME
CALCULATED BUMPER STICKER-

A CAMP TO DIE IN CARS,
FOR CHANCE TO REGARD OVER KNOWLEDGE.

IT IS MORE THAN A SPORT-
IT IS A LIFESTYLE...

INSURANCE ZONES.

DEADLOPPET ANSES OMORALIC...

AND BOOK...

Sayonara, your damn!

We are going live now. Can you look?

Ten cars have driven, two left.

Those drivers are crazy.

I do not understand
their willingness to die.

Because everybody wants to
be gentleman on the plot.

- Streamas the race on darknet?
- Yes, the prison boss.

It goes online in real time
at Freenet, I2P and Tor.

Can we track their ISP and close
shipments with a web attack?

If I was NSA and had
several months on me, maybe.

They are a legitimate cybermilis.

The encryption is first class
and bounce every ten seconds.

Turn off the power then.

We are not their electricity supplier.
They have their own thief-connected network.

Break that bad guy!

Yes baby!

Hey, Frank!

Give us a 22nd to.

Heard anything from the betting site?

The game is on the rise.
Many vouchers are written.

The house is playing in cash
the secondary drivers

and parlays,
and we deposit some game fees.

If Frankenstein wins, it will be expensive.

The end of the race is illegal
and greater than anything.

Thanks to our own madman Frank.

Forget Frankenstein,

It is you who raised the Death Race
from the dead.

I figured out how we decode
satellite signals and stream it on darknet.

Frankenstein is born
Again, thanks to us.

If he wins tonight
is the seventh straight victory.

Our contacts outside say
that profit margins are getting smaller

because nobody wants to play against him.

We lose a lot
money on Frankenstein.

We have to threaten it.
Parlays give a part, but...

We need a challenger.

SWAT is on its way,
arriving in five minutes.

Now we stop Frankenstein and
The runoff once and for all.

Things happen outside.

You wanted to hot it up. Here comes SWAT.

Now we mash him.

Suck my dick, Frankie!

Same here, Frankie!

Swear them against the wall!

Do it!

Fan too!

- Away from the wall!
- Will be!

Drop that bastard!

I chose the wrong driver!

MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

Full house. Eight Aces.

Neat. Nior over jacks.

I want a chance
to win back the money.

I can get past
you later tonight

We can mix another card game.

Jefe, I have a player
who want to bet big.

On SWAT against Frankenstein.

- SWAT?
- SWAT.

What does he want to bet?

At SWAT for 100000. Even odds.

I decide the odds here.

Three against one,

and if he gets upset,

So say that the Mexican Jew said that
He and his mother can go to hell.

I hope they got the last weapon broadcast.
Earn some money for me, Frank.

Carley!

Frankenstein! Frankenstein!

Forward.

To the left. Clear!

Clearly, sector one.

Broteam, forward.

ROOM 3

Fort, fast!

Wait!

Back. Drive! It is green.

Do we have cameras there?

Yes, we have cameras everywhere.

To the left.

Left, it's green.

ROOM 4

Right.

Right, it's green.

Tango Two Down!

Sector two, report.

Perceived, a moment.

Special Strength, Forward.

- Do you see anything yet?
- Yes.

Come on, your damn!

Now we get a little!

Send the best you have, the prison manager,

then you get them back skinned,

soured and cut.

You may decide out there,
but this is my city.

This is Vidden!

Get around the first corner.

Hello?

This is going to look bad
in the Washington Post tomorrow.

I know, Mr Valentine.

Then you know that Congress is on me
about the widespread and morale there.

Frankenstein has overtaken

His strengths grow in number.

The government takes back my prison

if we do not stop
Frankenstein, and now.

When I took over Weyland International
I received a special directive.

Clean up the width
and ending Frankenstein.

More importantly, stop the deadlock.

Our contract expires in five years. We have
invested a lot in that hurdle.

So when I'm called in to the
congressional committee of the congress,

what should I say
to the 435 congressmen?

Say we're doing our best, but...

What? That we can not control
a high sociopathic picture year,

and Frankenstein is even more legendary
now when the raid is illegal

"I can take care of Frankenstein, sir.
- Really?

Because he seems to do
how he wants with you

He grows in strength
and soon has a small army.

You can not stop him from the outside.

He's just a mask.
Anyone can wear it.

His followers, both inside and outside,
have to see him humiliated and defeated.

He must die during the run-up,
a bloody death.

If he loses the Death Race, he loses
power. Then you take back prison.

Take care, otherwise I'll do it.

What I'm going to say now is hard-smelt!

You are in a hopeless situation!

You have two choices! Die or survive

You are not assigned any clothes,
you have to cope with what you have!

You are given no sleeping space,

You are not awarded a damn dew,

except possibly a bullet in the head!

If you are lucky Be so sure,

here in prison there are no virgins,

because you have been raped by life!

The distance is 35000 hectares
with misery waiting for you.

prison wall
9 DAYS SENARE CL. 2.7.50.

The containment zone houses 420000
of the worst...

Of the worst criminals.

A good advice: Learn to run.
Learn to fight!

Stop believing me, your damn.

The state has decided to assign to you
a roll of silver coin.

It may be your currency within the walls!

That's the good news!

Get ready,
we approach the landing zone of Alpha Bravo!

Get out with you, detainees!

Make the world a better place!
Out of the helicopter!

How do I join in the Death Race?

Find Baltimore Bob.
If you are good, he will fix you.

Out! Leave my helicopter!

Get started!

What are you looking at? Come on!

IN THE FINGE DOES NOT HAVE YOUR SCREEN
POLICE

Who wants to play?

Come here, your damn!

Down on my knees!

Down on the ground, for the fan.

What is this?

Hold your mind, for the fan!
Stop believing on me!

What a damn ugly collection!

- Are you lost?
- No.

You look wild.

No, we can handle.

So everything is good?

Good.

Roast hit with your silver, for the fan.

Why should we do it?

It is a landing tax.

Shoot us and take it then.

I may not want to waste balls
on a streethorse like you

Worst what you are in your mouth.

I'm doing as well as I can.

I do not think you have any bullets.

I think you have loose shots.

Okay.

Oh, you want to drive hard?
Stand up against the truck!

Was this this you wanted?

Unfortunately, I'm probably indebted to you.

We are even.

Was it you who smashed the cops?

I do not want any problems.

Not?

Because if you messed up your cheeks,
you will have trouble.

I'm just looking for Baltimore Bob.

Jump in, cowboy.

I'm giving you a shot.

Come on, sleep up.

Go to hell, your damn!

Shit on you, 'Tilly.

If I had a cock,
I would ask you to suck it.

You claim to be an unarmed man

smote you and all your gang, and
refused to pay landing tax to me?

Sorry, Frank, I do
the better next time.

There is no next time here in Vidden,
you know that.

You sit here because you're a sniper,
but you can not cope with a prisoner?

As I said, sorry.
I'll do it better next time.

He was just lucky.

Every silver coin you pour in
goes to Vidden's costs.

When the treasure fails,
the city may suffer.

Do you like to suffer?

I do not like to suffer, Frank.

That's him. That bastard!

Hi, Bex.

He is looking for Baltimore Bob.

Obvious.

Connor Gibson, this is Jane.

Nice to meet you, Jane.

Take care of him, chic.

- I'll dance on the bar.
- Run, girl!

Where are you from here?

Long Beach.

What are you in for?

Does it matter?

Yes, for me.

I'm here because I'm here,
just like everyone else.

One of my tax collectors said
that you struck him and robbed him.

Then it was not.

How was that then, prisoner?

Kill him Frank!

He and his polar crossed me.

And you wore them alone.

They were not much to fight fighters.

Let me beat him.

He's just a weed

which grew out of the pit
butter on the sidewalk.

Have we met before?

I do not think so. I just came here.

And how can I know that?
You hide behind a mask.

This is my city.
No one so appeals to me.

Kill that bastard!

You accuse me of theft,
but I have not stolen anything.

I defended myself. I do not mind
that your guys were not men enough.

Take care, prisoner.

You're definitely not from Long Beach.

Do you spend on those who are bigger?

I heard you were looking for me.

Baltimore Bob?

You must have titanium balls.

No one has spoken to Frank in that way.

Do you drive?

Yes, I'm driving.

What are you up for, Bob?

We can say that I help people
to make transitions.

The press called me Dr Kill.
I was an oncologist.

I read that you gave death aid
ate over 400 people.

It was 432, and not everyone was dying.

Some lived meaningless lives,
so they were already dead.

Come on!

Take the truck!

The food belongs to Frankenstein!

What the hell are they wearing?

Date of feeding.

Franks disciples.

They cut out the shipments
and checks the asset.

If you keep the people hungry
are they easier to control.

Where do all the weapons and cars come from?

Handmade, home-made,
we are taking the bottom line

and put together what we find.

We have a charity on the outside.

Away from the truck, your damn!

Die, you damn it!

Damn you, damn Nazi!

DEATH PIT

Are you all talking about?

The rumor spreads quickly.

Small town, 226000 carefully calculated.

About 19,000 die every year
and 22000 come across the wall.

Sorry, now I'll do that again.

Connor Gibson, these are Lists.

What are we seeing?

Non-competitors who fight for a place
in the run-up.

How do you get a seat?

You have to win the Death Match.

Let the Death Match begin!

Our first contestants will end
from New York City, New York.

She's a killer and thief,
and a really sexy little bride.

An apple for Gipsy Rose!

Next, born among the cotton fields
and chicken pox in Oxford, Mississippi,

- a psychotic...
- Who is the girl?

Franks bean.

An ordinary entertainment model.

Carley J'adore is her artist name.

She was charged with
17 cases of human trafficking,

eight cases of prostitution,
and five cases of false detention.

She has been cheerleader.

And pornstar.

Right.

She has never worked standing.

Complete, complete, die!

Kill, kill!

I do not hear you! Yes!

Hold your mind, for the fan!

Yes! Yes!

Do not give up on Godzilla
because you think you can fight.

Sleep on the case.

If you still want to compete tomorrow,

then we'll talk.

You, Long Beach.

I have a bottle. I need company.

- You're fine here.
- Thanks.

Just ask. It does all.

It's just as common here
like asking for star signs otherwise.

I owe.

I was not going to ask.

But you had been told it anyway.

There are no secrets here in Vidden.

I married a nice guy,

which turned out to be not so nice.

He hit me a few times.

I forgave him.

The stock is overtaken, he loses the job,

and hit me a few times.

I forgave him again.

But one day

I did not forgive him.

I shot him with nine bullets.

Do you know what I regret?

That I did not shoot that boy with ten.

Do you still want to lie with me?

I have not said I want to.

Okay.

I did not really want it.

I just needed someone
to share the bottle with,

and you're a mysterious guy
from Long Beach.

Sleep now.

Sleep on the couch if you want to.

Welcome to Växthuset.

It is Baltimore Bob's unique creation.

Inspired by Chinese greenhouse construction
with carbon dioxide enrichment.

Free from herbicide,
and totally ecological.

This is where we do ethanol,

and Bob constantly works with the recipe
to deliver high-octane fuel.

It has 20 times more studs
than the drained petrol on the outside.

He is like OPEC for Vidden.

And he is not ruled by Frank?

They have an agreement.

He supplies fuel,

and Frank gives him protection
and some other benefits.

We get some better food than the rest.

Have you slept on the matter?

Yes.

Suppose you have driving skills.

The runoff is too
sociopaths and killers.

You must have nerves like barbed wire.

You have to live for the smell of engine oil
and high octane gasoline.

You must love the sound
of rubber against asphalt

and blood taste in the mouth.

And when you sleep, then really deep,

should you be calm by the sound of bullets
like wines past the head.

So, Mr. Stark and Silent,

do you have the right thing?

If not, I die?

So you want the chance?

You'll have a chance.

Tonight. Death Pit.

Be ready to fight!

Welcome to the Dead Pit,
your missing prisoners.

The evening's death match promises to be
the bloodiest so far.

The blood bath begins immediately,

so take a seat and be ready
for the wildest race so far.

MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

Hello?

Hello, old friend.

Lists, my polar, what do you have for me?

There is a new guy.

It's his first death match,

but according to Baltimore
Bob, he can fight.

He may be a challenger.

What is it for one?

Connor Gibson, sentenced for some crime.

Two cases, six cases, then late,
He sits in here with us others.

I wish I had more information,
but he is a question mark.

Send a link, so will
I take a look.

Wait. Before you hang on,

we lack spare parts,
ammunition and CAT 5 cable.

Can you fix it for me?

It comes with the next delivery.

Okay, now we'll see what he's going for.

The prison manager, look here.

What is it?

They broadcast live from the Dead Gap.

It's the last deadlock.

Welcome to the last deadlock.

This is simple.

It's called "Take the Keys".
Here are the rules.

We are not here for that
see some martial arts heritage.

We are here to see bones cracked

and spine is split.

It's about killing.

And about blood and bone.

Someone will get an award!

We are not here to see
Somebody who gives birth.

The person who takes the car keys

and put them in the ignition switch
on the car there,

wins the last place in the Death Race.

Yes!

Adiós, fools.

Call for the police!

There you have the challenger.
A natural gift.

Crush that bastard.

The beauty can fight!

Yes, but can he drive?

Well late, I want to know if he's fucking
as good as he fights.

Kill that bastard!

Yes!

Damn.

Ladies and gentlemen,
an applause for the butcher.

This human mountain
has killed lots of people.

He has filled 67 luggage bags himself.

To give up is nothing for him.

Good luck, Connor. You have the keys,

do you have the courage?

Sidovad, the beauty does not work
one minute.

I guess, Mita.

Frazier goes on deck!

- Damn.
- Unbelievable.

Damn! I feel young again.

I have something for you, Frankenstein.
Nice to bite in.

Take the winner and let's talk.

With pleasure.

A cruel bastard.

Do you want to pay now,
or should I put it on the note?

I'm paying now.

Frank thought you
wanted a new shirt.

I thought you wanted me.

I'm nothing for porn stars.

You can not say no.

Yes I can.

He may take up bad luck.

If you think you have a chance
You're wrong with Frankenstein.

I barely get him and I
is three times as much male as you.

Coward.

Was Carley hospitable?

Goodbye

You have impressed me twice.
It does not help many.

What is your first impression of Vidden?

Anarchy.

More than in the outside world?

I think so.

Are you ready to be king?
up here on the mountain?

I'm just here to compete.

But if you win?

Are you ready to lead?
Making tough decisions?

The breadth is self-sufficient,
But it has not always been so.

When I arrived there was fate here.

Weyland Corporation brought forward

as an alternative to
common prisons.

It was a lie.

The widening was created as an alternative
to death penalty.

They throw us cheese and wait
that we should behave like rats.

They did not expect that
we should develop,

but we do, and we
continues to develop.

I have saved the place from anarchy.

What's up with one
street race to do?

It's not just a street race,
It's our identity.

Who are you, Connor Gibson?

No special.

It changes if you win the Death Race
and defeats me.

Why are you willing to risk
to lose all this power?

The end of the race gives everyone
the chance to become king.

Without striving
after that we are nothing.

If you win,
what will your first action be like king?

I have not thought of that.

I won because I knew exactly
what I wanted to do if I was king.

If you do not know what you are
do you want to die out there,

and Vidden will celebrate your death.

So the question is:

What do you want?

Come on, jump in.

It was crazy tonight.

The answer is no, Bexie.

You do not want to go next to Death.

Yes, I want that.

It's a death sentence.

Frank has killed friends to me.
I want to join him and lower him.

I'll think about it.

I thought we could have a glass.

Who is Merry?

Is she your favorite group,
or do you like Christmas, simply?

It's my sister, Meridith.

She died when I was in the army.

I never say goodbye to him.

I can not change it, so...

I have seen a lot of misery.
I have done a lot of pain.

Merry was good.

Better than me, so much is safe.

I...

I was born in Little Rock.

Son of a pastor.

Hardly.

Farsan was a car mechanic
in dirty overall.

His greatest pleasure was to drink
Dixie beer on the porch

and count the fireflies.

I grew up in Sweeter, Texas,
on a scrap store.

Merry died in Long Beach.

That's how I ended up here.

The good news is that
The V8 standard transmission works,

but the bad news is that
there are no tires and brakes.

The engine needs renovation,
fuel cell, armor, weapon needed

Do not pull him out.
The car needs everything, in short.

What the hell is this?

Your gravestone.

Shot-proof titanium plate
which protects the fuel cell.

Do you have any navigator yet?

You can blow it on!

I'll go next door.

What the hell are you looking forward to?

I have coolant in the blood cats.

Now we put the yoke together.

The speedometer is calibrated
to 320 km / h.

Is not the car going faster?

We'll find out.

The deadlock is a lap, one day.

The race begins and ends at the airfield.

High speeds, some obstacles.

Second round runs on Interstate 94.

Most bad cars bite into the grass
on the long rake here.

Watch out for road pirates,
that's their area.

Then you reach the suburb.

There are a lot of harddings.

If you come live from there,
Do you end up in the Meatpacking District?

Then it's quiet street.

Driving is more important than killing.

Just slide when you have to.
Think slowly, drive fast.

The first rule: Stay alive.

That was unbelievable.

Do not touch me.

Hi.

So you like cars?

Yes. I like American muscle cars.

I had a Corvette.

I rebuilt it myself.

A 1970 IT-1.

Stingray.

I loved pulling in full
on the highway to Vegas.

The nail in the bottom, 370 horses.

Holley and Rochester Quadrajet Carb
gave the right blend.

Release, let the brake
be free throws

Oh what it went.

This is how you say safe
to all your girls.

I have no outside walls.

Merry was my last link
to the right friendship.

So when she died

I took a bad decision

and ended up here, indifferent
for everyone and everyone.

But now...

But now?

We'll take you!

We'll take you, boy!

Sergeant Gibson.

No one has called me for a long time.

Connor Gibson is not it
we thought he was.

He is a warrior,

a highly decorated and
specialized warrior.

Known in the shadow world of the government
who rent murderer for the CIA.

His strength is chosen goals,
and I'm his target.

He is hit by Weyland International.

Hits of the fascists on the outside,

because they think I
have too much power.

They have him in the running line,

and he is their willing weapon.

He may fly from here if he succeeds.

Am I wrong, Sergeant?

Kill! Kill!

Kill him!

Sergeant Gibson...

Betrayer!

... may participate in the race.

But what if he wins?

Then he wins! Then the fate would.

Did you think I did not
would know that?

Who is hiding?
behind a mask now?

You or me?

See you on the starting line.

Miserable traitors.

Hope he dies. We are
at least faithful.

Is it true?

Goodbye, Long Beach.

Please Jane.

Do not touch me!

I still belong to your team.

I'm ignoring if you're hit bad
to kill him

He's a liar, Bob!
A liar who works for the government.

Let it go.

He is good for the business.

We have a run to prepare.

Focus now, prisoner.

Your life depends on it.

Last time for the race.

DEATH RACE

Are you ready, your damn?

I do not hear you, your damn knives!

Here they are!

Welcome to the Death Race,
the ultimate car race.

One day eleven drivers,

four heat, and over 250 live cameras...

It goes according to plans, Mr. Valentine.

That's the last chance. Either die
Frankenstein or your career.

Frankenstein will lie
in the same bag tonight.

I hope so for your sake.

Now we present the tough ones
participants in the race.

Did you call a car?
Because I do not have a fan...

Triple Participant Johnny Law
and his monster police car.

He is here to make justice.

Morning, your damn.

Fireman, and his Dodge Ram Hemi.

He will drive over you.

Give Mom a little love.

The Queen of Witnesses, Matilda The Hun,

with its yellow Econoline school bus.

Debut for Gipsy Rose
and her cool Mini Cooper S.

With a face like
just a mother can love,

Here's Pierced-Face and his VW bubble.

Nazi Bastard and his
bloodthirsty truck from hell.

Dirt and his Formula 1 War Cycle,

which focus on speed to survive.

Veteran Dead Man and
his deadly truck.

He did not come here to rest in peace.

Behind the wheel of his Toyota Celica,

debutants Cleopatra.

And last but definitely at least,

Our own traitor, Sergeant Gibson
and his pumped camaro

He wants everyone to moss.

Are you ready for our fun ride?

The whole world is out
after you, you know that?

Go away, Bexie, I can handle myself.

Maybe that, but who am I to judge?

I do not want to track you.

You certainly have your reasons.

So, I'm sure enough.

An applause for the master,

which returns after
his seventh straight victory.

The man who refuses to die...

Frankenstein!

Frank, I'm kidding you!

Frank, baby!

Sometimes I think Frank is playing chess,

and we others play ladies.

Let her go, Frank.
She has nothing to do with this.

No, but she's a good life insurance.

See how cold-blooded you are.

Put her in the car.

Welcome to the Death Race,

which streamed live on darknet
to over 54 million viewers

via 250 live cameras.

This is the ultimate car race,
uncut and very extreme.

HEAT ONE
The airfield

Fake Tits.

We should thread her after the race.

Get started now!

Stretch now, girl little.

Come on!

Let the party begin.

One away, ten left.

This will give lots of jacks.

Bexie, do me a favor and get away
Those jokes we have in the back.

Now we blow a bit.

Find someone who knows
something about Connor Gibson.

And I'm happy to join you.

Nine drivers remain
as we approach Deadlands.

Frankenstein, Connor Gibson
and Gipsy Rose is on the verge.

Tighten you, bitchar,
the asphalt is blood red,

and we have just begun.

HEAT TWO
Deadlands

Yes!

You're gonna die, your sodomite bastard!

Lower him!

Go to hell, Fireman!

Yes!

Too bad on such a nice girl!

I could not have said it better myself.

Frankenstein and the great traitor himself,
Connor Gibson, fighting for the lead.

Gipsy Rose and Johnny Law
is not far behind.

Now we stop Frank in a licking bag
once for all.

Armor missiles.

See if your boyfriend is
prepared to die you

Do not do it.

Forget her. The lean bitchen
never coming back.

Do not, I said.

Just as I thought.

Jävla Los Muertos.

Damn!

Suck on this, kicks look!

Hold your teeth, bitch!

Six cars left in the race.

Get started!

Who the fan is driving a
VW bus in the Death Race?

You have to give those idiot recognition.

They offer a seven-day show.

Our gravestone will not last longer.

Call the alarm center, anyone!

Lower that psychopath.

You missed your damn!

Fish on the hook!

We are stuck.

Wait, Bexie, I have an idea.

What are you doing, your damn?

Come on, little fish.

Come on and play.

Go to hell, the traitor and his
Bitch, Bexie, just lit fire on Fireman.

Only five drivers are left
now that they reach the suburb.

Frankenstein still leads,
Gipsy Rose noses him in the stern,

and Connor Gibson chews
dust, clear last.

HEAT TRE
suburb

Fucking Death Race!

You there!

Did you do that?

No, we were!

Just the one I was looking for.

How is the situation, Wonder Bread?

Your stupid bastard!

Got it, Schwarzer!

Did he really say that?

Did he say that I thought he said?

Yes, fixed in German.

You and your bitch are all wrong

this time.

Be ready to drive hard.

He has to drive over the bridge instead.

He is too long to win.

I'm not going to say that.

Contact him.

What is Bob, Bob?

You have to cross the bridge.

The source has shattered.

Why do you want me to drive that way?

You are too long after,
You have to skip the gap.

How far is it, 15 meters?

Rather 75 meters.

That's the only chance to win.

I have to win.

Nobody will cry over Nazi Bastard
and his nasty little fräulein.

So, bu hu, it's not direct
any loss for the planet.

Four drivers remain.

Frankenstein and Gipsy Rose lead big

before Johnny Law and Connor Gibson.

How are we doing now, Bob?

You must keep 354 km / h when you
reaches the gap There is a ramp there.

It has been tried before.

No, the car is just calibrated
to make 320 km / h.

Calm, it makes 354 km / h.

Has anyone managed that hope before?

Theoretically, it should work.

Landing, then?

I will not lie, it will be tough.

If you get the right angle, you can survive.

Thank you very much.

The damn rat is back.

Curse bitch!

It worked well.

Yes!

Let's get this done.

Take left next,
the bridge is eight miles away.

It's your only chance.

Do you believe this, Bob?

It's your only chance.

See you on the other side.

Get out of here, Bexie. The road is over.

Never in hell.

When I stepped into the car with you,
was it until the end.

So we drive. It's just gravity.

We reach no higher than 336 km / h.

I dump the gravestone.

Come on.

Yes!

Bravo!

I said that it worked in theory.

I could suck you right now.

I do not believe my eyes.

Connor Gibson jumped over the gap
and is now in play again.

That bastard has style.

Come on, do not betray me now.
You have to win this race.

Here comes your boyfriend.

Bex, connect me to Frank.

Hello Frankie.

Hi, Connor, fun to show you up
to meet your destiny.

I knew it should
stand between us two.

That's how I wanted it.

We can start shooting
each other, or drive.

Which do you prefer?

Let's go.

HEAT FYRA
MEATPACKING DISTRICT

Time runs out, take him then!

What is going on?

FUEL LEVEL

SYSTEM DIAGNOSTICS

The fuel cell is empty.

What the hell! Run, Connor!

We are running out of gasoline.

The fuel line is broken.

Do not do it. Turn around and win the race.

This is Death Run. He has to die.

He knows.

He chose it.

Good!

That was the signal, send in the helicopter.

It's already on its way.

Get away from here, for the fan!

I have you, Jane.

Disturb the transmission to the darknet.

But this is exciting...

Do it! Break the broadcast for five minutes.

Fan.

This is this prison boss wants.

He wants to send Frank's death.

If we let him get it, we'll lose.

He can go to hell.

The job is finished, come now.

Wait.

Did they send us both?

Insurance. Right awesome, huh?

And thank you for your help.

Everyone was so focused on you,
nobody noticed me.

Now, we're leaving this sketch.

Frankenstein is dead, the job is complete.

And by the way...

Now we're even.

In 20 seconds I'm gone.

Connor, belongs.

Put on the mask, become Frankenstein.

Vidden never follows Connor Gibson.

They follow Frankenstein.

Without him, chaos.

Now we finish the race, Long Beach.

Stop disturbing the broadcast.

Goldberg is getting pissed off.
He invested a lot in Connor.

Easily caught, easy past.

Going to hell, Valentine.

GOAL

And!

And!