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ANNOUNCER: Death Race, the
number one sport in the world,

located on Terminal Island.

Convicts race over the course
of three grueling days

for the chance at the ultimate prize.

Win five races, win your freedom.

(READING)

Preorder the next Death Race now

and you'll not only get 20% off,

but you'll also receive limited
edition Frankenstein merchandise.

Frankenstein, the four-time
Death Race champion,

has taken the world by storm.

The most unlikely of heroes

who has come out of nowhere

and is now just one
win away from freedom.

Death Race.

Now streaming live.

Death Race is the trademark
of Weyland International.

Your safety's our top priority.

FEMALE REPORTER: The notorious Death
Racer known only as Frankensten

won his fourth race toda.

One more victory and the masked
killer gains his freedom.

Frankenstein fears nothing.

Anything in his way, he destroys.

Under my watch, Terminal Island
and Death Race have thrived.

REPORTER: Rumors have been going
around that Weyland International,

the organization behiDeath Race,

has been targeted for hostile takeover.

As a businessman,
takeover talk is common.

You have something of value, naturally,
people want to take it away.

REPORTER: British
billionaire, Niles York,

has placed himself in the
center of a firestorm.

Well, I've got nothing to say
about that at the moment.

But I will say this.

When I want something, no one
can stop me from taking it.

I'm not too concerned. I've won
more battles than I've lost.

I feel bad for Weyland, I really do.

But Father Time, he's
caught up with the old man.

He never really stood a chance.

Good morning,
Mr. Weyland.

(NILES SIGHS)

Wasn't so bad, was it?

I built this business.

I didn't have to steal it.

What you left vulnerable,
I seized. I stole nothing.

You lacked vision, Weyland.
That was your undoing.

Vision.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Is that why you're investing millions in
dilapidated prisons all around the globe?

Vision?

You're so far over your head, you might
as well be six feet under the ground.

The prison business is not what
made this company profitable.

So the conclusion to draw,

you're trying to franchise Death Race.

(CHUCKLES) It's not going to work.

Because you couldn't make it work.

Let me show you what true
vision really looks like.

You started something
beautiful, Weyland.

But you only scratched at the surface.

And you're right. I'm
taking Death Race global.

By this time next year, there will
be a different race every two weeks

at a different exotic hellhole with
different drivers, tracks and challenges.

I will have a monopoly
on the most profitable

sport in the history of the planet.

More cars.
More cons. More guns.

More death.
The sky's the limit.

(SIGHS)

Well, you forgot one thing.

Frankenstein.

It's a man in a mask.

I could have 20 Frankensteins
around the globe.

How would the fans know
which one was real?

Frankenstein won his fourth race today.

One more win, he goes free.

That's a fact that every fan knows.

Now, if you suddenly change
the rules of the game,

you're going to lose your audience.

And if you're hoping
that Frankenstein loses,

well, son, I guess
there's a first time.

Now, how would your
little copycat event play

without the game's marquee star?

That's why you're going to fail.

What kind of cigars you smoke, Weyland?

I'll be sure to send you a box when
Death Race becomes a global success.

It'll be the second time I've beaten you.
The second time you've lost.

Well, you enjoy your
moment while you can.

Payback's a bitch, son.

NILES: Weyland's right.

Find out who the man
behind the mask really is.

What he loves, what he hates,
what he covets most.

And find out what Weyland
was planning next.

What do you mean?

The company's banking nearly
eight million quid a week

hawking Frankenstein merchandise.

He wasn't just gonna let it go.

Anything else?

Yeah. Get yourself some decent clothes.
You look like a bag lady.

I wouldn't be here, I
wouldn't have done all

this unless I absolutely
loved Death Race.

So I'm speaking to the millions
of fans around the globe.

Fear not.
I am like you.

I seek not to destroy nor to compromise
what we've all come to revere.

The Death Race that we all
know and love will not change.

It will grow bigger and better.
This, I promise.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

DR. KLEIN: Overall, I have
to say I'm very happy.

You wanna take a look?

No.

We'll run a few more tests tomorrow,

and you're back to your
old self in no time.

WEYLAND: No, he won't.

He'll be better.

Everybody out.

You heard the man.
Take a coffee break, guys.

So, I guess the rumors are true.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, and I guess you won't
be shedding any tears for me.

Hey, you and I, Carl, we've taken
very different paths in life.

But we both ended up here.

No, I'm here.

You come and go as you please,
see the ones you love.

They see you.

Don't compare us, Weyland.
You lost the company.

I lost my life.
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, and I also fixed your
face and I gave you a way out.

Look at me and tell me you
were gonna keep your word.

I'm not stupid, Weyland.

And you didn't fix my face out of the
kindness of your heart, did you?

It was infected.
I was gonna die.

And you would have
lost your star driver.

Yeah, you're not so bad.
You're worse.

And you want me to trust you?

You deserve the
shit-storm you're in.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I got news for you, Carl.

You're already
in waist-deep.

You're Frankenstein.

This all starts and ends with you.

WEYLAND: Carl Lucas.

Born a gangster,

became a prisoner,

and now, a monster.

(INAUDIBLE)

(SCREAMING)

(KATRINA WAILING)

May he rest in peace.

You and your team win five races

and you go free.

Goldberg, Lists

and that beautiful, beautiful Katrina.

(KATRINA GIGGLING)

Now, for this to work,

you can't tell your
true identity to anyone.

Carl Lucas stays dead.

You're Frankenstein.

GOLDBERG: Well,
you're welcome, asshole.

Four wins and not even a thank you.

WEYLAND: This all starts
and ends with you.

(NILES LAUGHING)

There he is.
There's the guy.

I'm having you transferred.

You're headed to the Kalahari Desert
Maximum Security Penitentiary

in South Africa where you will compete
in the first ever Desert Death Race.

Wow. What do I get,
my own dune buggy?

You're just on loan to the Kalahari

to help launch the first of what will
be many international Death Races.

We're sending 14K,
as well as both your teams.

So I'm guessing I should
get my passport updated.

I get the feeling that you
are not taking me seriously.

That's because I'm not.

Listen to me. I made
a deal with Weyland.

I win one more race, me, my team,

we're out.

Yeah, well, you know,
it's a pity about Weyland,

because all deals
with him are null and void.

You work for me now.
New rules.

No.

No, I don't think so.

You don't have a choice, mate.
But if you don't want to drive,

fine.

(GUNS COCKING)

I will paint my plane
red with your blood.

Really?

Niles?

What are you gonna do, replace me?

With who?

Why would you care?
You're already dead.

So, as long as you're alive, you'll be
treated like the star that you are.

Or,

I could just simply
fuck up your little plan,

couldn't I, by winning one more race

and I'm free.

(LAUGHS)

Wow. You'll never make it
to the finish line, mate.

Trust me on that.

You lose, you live.
You win, you die.

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

GUARD: Okay, get out!

Let's go, move!

MAN: Bring that
jackhammer here.

GUARD: Get in the line!
Get moving!

PRISONER: Boy,
take a look at those!

Move your fuckin' arse.

Who's that?

(SCOFFS)

MAN: Hey, Goldberg!

PRISONER:
Yeah, that's right.

I'm a big fan. But we've got
our own bitches down here.

I don't know why you
brought yours along.

Hey, let me give you an autograph.

Move! Move!

(ALL SCREAM)

(CLAMORING)

(KATRINA SCREAMS)

Let's take this fucking joint!

(ALL GRUNTING)

Kill them all!

GUARD 1: Set up a perimeter now.
GUARD 2: On the ground, now!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Shit!

Get up! (GROANS)

(BONES CRACKING)

Are you hurt? What?

(GASPS)

Lucas.
It always was you.

You son of a bitch!

We thought you were dead.

So it's always been
you behind the mask.

Yeah, it's a long story.

So what kind of deal
did they make, huh?

I didn't have a choice.

(SIGHS IN EXASPERATION)

Whatever it was, it included
getting your face fixed.

I saw it.
I was there.

Did you, Goldberg?

Or did you just see what
they wanted you to see?

What did they want us to see?

That is no deal.

You never needed to make a deal.

All you had to do was win five
races in a row and you're free.

Those are the rules.

There are no rules in the cage, Lists.

At least none that benefit the cage.

Believe what you want, Goldberg.

But I don't think it's wise, right
now, that they see us together.

Welcome to hell.

(MUMBLING)

Keep moving, don't stop!
Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Welcome to Kalahari Prison.
You dare try and escape,

the desert will kill you before we do.
Come on, move!

(PRISONERS JEERING)

(SHOUTING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

You all right?

GUARD: Close the gate.

Hey, Goldberg.

She's bigger and better.

Way bigger.
Way better.

I've been through more shit in my life

than most people go through in 10.

But what I never did was
lie or betray my friends.

Doesn't matter what
your intentions were,

your secret would have
been safe with us.

We could've helped.

You know better than that.

Helping me comes with a price, and
I wasn't about to let you do that.

You believe in curses?

This thing.

It comes with one.

You should've trusted us.

Let's go, Lists.

ANNOUNCER: Live from Kalahari
Prison in South Africa,

this Death Race Navigator Wars.

Featuring 16 of the most beautiful,

ruthless and lethal convicts alive,

including an IRA terrorist,
a contract killer,

even identical twin serial killers.

But all eyes will be on Katrina Banks,

the gorgeous copilot of
the notorious Frankenstein.

This is a match to the death.
The only rule, survive.

What the hell is happening?

Good evening and welcome to a
special pre-Death Raevent.

Sixteen beautiful, yet deadly women,

vie for 10 spots
as Death Race navigators.

These ladies will battle to
the death to see who's worthy

to navigate in tomorrow's Death Race.

pressure plates activate
a variety of lethal weapon.

The fight ends when
10 ladies are left alive.

Katrina's statistical probability
of survival is very low.

And the Swedish twins aren't
gonna fight each other.

Plus, Katrina's celebrity
will attract more attention.

That changes the odds.

So, what are you saying?

Seven to 10%.

Best case scenario.

ANNOUNCER: Dim the lights.
The carnage is about to begin.

(WOMEN GROANING)

Katrina, kick some ass!

Do I know my audience or what?

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

That's reality TV shit.
Come on.

Yes.

ANNOUNCER: Pressure
plates are now active.

(BLEEPING)

SATANA: Go in tighter. Go in tighter.

Get me a close-up!

Kill!

Do you want some popcorn with that?

I don't need...

GOLDBERG: Get to
the weapons, Katrina!

MAN: Come on,
cook her ass!

(SCREAMING EXCITEDLY)

(CHEERING)

Camera five, close-up!
Katrina Banks.

I'm gonna fuck you up!

Take this!

(SCREAMING)

Good work, good work!

MAN: You love
me to death!

(GAGGING)

(SOBBING) No!

Oh, man, I really thought both
twins were gonna make it,

the way they hyped 'em
up and all, you know?

Never believe your own hype.

Don't miss that shot!

(GROANS)

ANNOUNCER: Ten women remain who'll compete
as navigatos in tomorrow'Death Race.

Fighters are convicted violent felons.
Acts shod not be duplicated at hom.

(MUNCHING)

(LAUGHS) Relax, Prudence. There's
nothing for you to fear here.

They may be ruthless,
vicious murderers and rapists,

but they've taste enough to ignore you.

It's race time, motherfuckers!

(ALL CHEERING)

Don't touch me. I'm feeling a
little fragile this morning.

FEMALE GUARD:
Come on, let's go.

Come on!

(SIGHS)

Good to see you, too.

Drop dead.

FEMALE GUARD: Come on, move! Good idea.
But I already tried that.

Next!

Next in line.

(GROANS) Next!

Nice. Thank you.

Another one. Next!

(GROANS)

What do you think you're
putting inside of me?

Let him go. He's just doing
what he's told to do.

Unlike Terminal Island,
there are no walls here.

We didn't want our drivers
dashing for their freedom.

This will tell us exactly
where you are at all times.

So, I go off-course,
what happens?

You're not familiar with the German-made
Iris-T Infra-red Smart missile?

No.

You go off-course,
and you will be.

Just as there's
no escape from Kalahari,

there is no escape from Death Race.

Well, ain't that somethin'?

Mr. York. While you are here, I want you
to know that I am at your disposal.

Anything your heart desires,
consider yours.

Anything?

Please do take a seat.

ANNOUNCER: Streaming live from the
Kalahari Prison in South Africa,

home to the most ruthless and violent
criminals the world has ever seen.

Niles York presents Death Race.

Eleven drivers will compete
over three brutal days

across one of the most
dangerous terrains on Earth

for a chance at the ultimate prize.

Win five races, win your freedom.

Lists?

There's a speaker and mic
here, so no more headsets.

But the weapon trigger's
still in the same place.

Okay.

There are no shields out here.

Only offensive weapons.

Weapon locations are marked on the
map, indicated here on the tablet.

Now, remember, you have to drive
through, not over, to activate.

LUKE: You think this thing's
gonna be like a Baja race?

The only thing I know about Baja,

it's a style of tacos I like.

Goldberg,

I'm gonna need you on this one.

I got your back.

Three things you gotta worry about.

Razor.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

GOLDBERG: He'd rather
kill us than win.

Nero.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Checkered flag has nothing
to do with winning.

Okay.
So what's the third?

Third,

it's that beautiful girl
sitting next to you.

Let's get it ready
for an online broadcast.

Let's make a tight MCU.
Camera 15, 10 and eight.

Thanks.

Gotcha.

(SIGHS)

Katrina.

Don't.
I don't wanna hear it.

You're my nav-girl.
You, do you speak English?

I speak English, you fucking idiot.

Let's just fucking win this race.

Wow, this is gonna be great.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

The first official race of this kind

started in Tijuana, Baja
California on October 31st, 1967

and was called the NORRA
Mexican 1000 Rally.

The course length that year was
849 miles, or 1,366 kilometers,

and ended in La Paz,
Baja California Sur, sir.

The overall winning time
was 27 hours, 38 minutes

set by Vic Wilson and Ted Mangels

while driving a Meyers Manx buggy.

Who're you talking to?

Thought you'd appreciate some
relative historical perspective.

Well, you thought wrong.

Set the lights.

Number 10, pan to your left.

ANNOUNCER: All eyes are on Frankenstein,
as he tries to win his fifth race

and become the first inmate
to win his freedom.

The mysterious Frankenstein
became a worldwide phenomenon

after winning his
first four Death Races.

But that was back on Terminal Island.

Can he repeat that
success here in Africa?

Three.

Unique challenges
lay ahead as our drivers

move from the confines of Terminal
Island's trak onto three desert course.

Two.

The carnage is about to begin.

(WHOOPING)

What the fuck are you doing?

He's jumping.

We've got a jumper.

Fire away.

What about our trackers?

(BLEEPING)

You know something?

What are you doing?

Get out of here, man!

It's coming, it's coming!

Oh, my God, what are you doing?

It's here, it's here, it's here.

ANNOUNCER: And The Jackal
becomes aDeath Race first.

Never before has a driver been killed
before the race has even begun.

(LAUGHING)

Reset lights.

(ENGINES REVVING)

Stupid.

That's entertainment.

Well, that worked well.
For us. (LAUGHING)

Go.

Go.

(ENGINE FALTERING)

Start! Start!

Yippee ki-yay,
motherfucker!

(BLEEP)

Whoa!

Look at the fuckers!
(LAUGHS)

ANNOUNCER:
Introducing Olga Braun.

Do you want me to drive? Fuck, it's...

ANNOUNCER: Death Race's
first ever female driver.

Yeah! Come on.

Start! Start! Start!

You're a freak.
(ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, yeah.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Hey, Goldberg. You getting me?
You online?

Are you ready to get serious now?

The roads are narrow,
so pass only on the turns.

Weapons are inactive
until mile marker 25.

Lists, what's my top
speed on this thing?

100 miles per hour, but you wanna
keep it somewhere between 50 and 60.

Forget everything
you know about racing.

Desert racing isn't about speed.

Hang on a minute. I thought you didn't
know shit about this kind of racing.

I don't. It's the first thing
that came up on Google.

ANNOUNCER: The racers enter
the first leg of the race,

the sand dunes of Katbakkies Pass.

He's right behind you!

WOMAN: Hey, stop
driving like a pussy.

Where I'm coming from, the ladies,
they can drive better than this.

Turn hard right.
When?

Now!

You wanna fucking drive?

Could you just not talk?

Just don't talk.
Shut up.

GOLDBERG: Luke! You need to
find the weapon marker agai.

Fuck!

(LAUGHS) That was fucking great!

I see weapon markers on the right.
Yeah, I see it.

You see the tracking markers
straight ahead. (BEEPING)

You think I'm blind?

Fuck off, man.

Frankenstein!

LUKE: Motherfucker!

(LAUGHING)
(BLEEPING)

GOLDBERG: Razor's
weapons are activated!

(WHOOPING)

Come on, turn the cannon,
turn the cannon around.

WOMAN: Go faster!

We have to show them how it's done.

Are you gonna take this shit?

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. China.
Did you get that, China?

Turn them in. Turn them in.

Yeah!

Activate the cannon.

Cannon activated.

Joker's got a cannon trained on you.

Look out! Behind you!

Let's light this puppy up.

Bye, bye, bye.

LUKE: Come on!

(WHOOPING)

Fuck him up.

Are you okay,
Mr. Frankenstein?

You know what? I never thought
I'd miss the Tombstone.

Goldberg.
I need your help.

Don't shake him off! Let him
get right up behind you.

Goldberg, are you crazy?

Come on!

I'm getting sick of this bastard.
Oh, beautiful.

What you're doing is illogical.

Oh, God, that felt good.

We can't take much more of this.

Stay on the wheel,
Luke. Trust me!

Fucking idiot!

ANNOUNCER:
Who's laughing now, Joke?

You know, I gotta tell you something.
I am very, very impressed.

Nice, Goldberg.

Fuck logic.

Sometimes you just gotta let your
heart and gut tell you what's right.

ANNOUNCER: Two Death Racers down. Nine
remain, as we enter Khayelitsha Township.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Damn!

Shit.

(KIDS SCREAMING)

Go left, left, left, left, left.

ANNOUNCER: Weapons activated
for this sector only.

Take left!

This is Africa, son of a bitch!

(CHEERING)

These people got a damn death
wish. Off the fucking road!

Son of a bitch!

We need to get outta here!

WOMAN: No, stay with the car!
The tracking device! (SCREAMS)

Let's go!
Come on! Run!

We've got a runner.

Who?

Pretty Boy's left his car.

We've got a lock on him.

Fire.

He's in the middle of a town. Won't
you kill a lot of innocent people?

They will be rewarded in their next life.
Fire when ready.

(BLEEPING)

Shit!

Out of my way!

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

(BLEEP INTENSIFIES)

Fuck!
(MIMICS EXPLOSION)

(LAUGHS)

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Watch out, watch out.

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

TAZMANIAN DEVIL: No!

Fucking beautiful.

MAN: They are coming here! ANNOUNCER
ON TV: Seven drivers remain,

as they enter
the last leg of stage one.

The lost zone.

(CHEERING)
(GUNSHOTS)

Shit!

Hey, Lists, do you know
anything about these guys?

LISTS: They're the
warlords of Kalahari.

They're responsible for exactly 74.5%
of all organized crime in the region.

Drugs, prostitution, kidnapping
are their three biggest earners.

Great, just what we needed.

Let it go, Luke.
Just finish the race.

Shit. Are these people
even in the game?

(LAUGHS)

Just move out of my fucking way!

WOMAN: This,
fucking 14K!

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

He's coming up
behind us. Bitch!

Luke, you're in second place.
You have to pass Razor.

You're on the last corner
before the finish line.

Come on, Luke, push!

ANNOUNCER: Razor takes day one. Damn!

Frankenstein finishing a close second.

14K, Olga, Baby, Psycho
and Nero have all survived.

That was amazing, Satana.
Incredible job.

I think it's cause for a
celebration, don't you?

Prudence.

Fuck off and tell the rest
of them to fuck off, too.

Everybody out.

I said, everybody out!

Keep moving! Come on,
get out, everybody!

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CREW TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

Hey, you did well today.

You see, you wanna fuck me now don't you?
You wanna fuck me now.

God, she wants to
fuck me now. Typical.

(SCOFFS)

Do you really wanna fuck me now?

Katrina. Look, I know
I fucked up, okay?

I was just trying to protect you.

It wasn't safe for you to know.

(SIGHS)

We can't be what we were.

Second place.
You're slipping.

Lists, let's get this thing cleaned up.

Frankenstein!

Oh, no fucking way!

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

GUARD: A fight in the tunnel.
It's Frankenstein.

Get him out of there. Now!

(SCREAMING)

Now, get out!

Doctor!
We need a doctor!

Doctor!

George Villiers, 1st Duke
of Buckingham, Crazy Horse,

Henry III of France,
Henry IV of France.

Am I gonna be all right?

You're gonna be fine.

It's just a scratch.

Now I'm gonna need you
to drop your trousers.

Is that necessary?

What? Am I all right?

You're going to be fine.

What I probably should have
disclosed, I'm a big fan of yours.

How big?

Singer/songwriter Elliott Smith
and, of course, Julius Caesar.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm listing the most
notable stabbing victims.

He's gonna be okay.

I gotta see him.

How is he?

(LAUGHING)

Wonderful.

(GASPING)

As girls, I thought it would only
be fitting to offer Frankenstein,

our new celebrity,
an incentive, a prize,

a free fuck.

WOMAN: All right, honey!

Amber, get up, move it.

(WOMEN WHOOPING)

Hurry up.

Get it, girl!

Say bye to your boyfriend, honey.

Fucking bitch!

WOMAN: Someone's
fucking your boyfriend!

A gift.

Frankenstein?

Yeah.

So,

I was hoping that we could discuss
the terms of our contract.

I was thinking six races per
year, three year guarantee.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

And how much did you have in mind?

I got Martine to put together a bid.

Oh, you did, did you?

(LAUGHING)

You gotta be kidding, right?

Do you know what? Let's just see
how this one concludes tomorrow

before we discuss any future races.

But I gotta tell you,
I am very, very pleased

with how things are going so far.

I didn't think it would be this easy.

What do you mean?

I was expecting issues with the freak.
They told me he was a monster.

He's a pussycat.

Do not underestimate him.

I made a deal with the guy.
I was expecting

him to renegotiate. But he didn't.

He's planning something.

Hmm.

Stop fucking me with your eyes
and let's get on with this.

FEMALE GUARD: What the
fuck is going on here?

The first time you see
a white nincompoop naked?

Come on, move!
Damn it! Come on. Shit.

What's up, baby?
Hey.

Let's do it.

Where's Lucas?

GOLDBERG:
What are you doing here?

Truth time.

Look, I had my reasons.

But I haven't been straight with you.
And I'm sorry for that.

But I wanna make this right.

Well, then don't lie to us again.

Okay. Look, there's something you
all need to know about the race.

I did make a deal with the new boss.

To lose.

To lose? You'll have a tough
time losing in this car.

I know. He had
a gun to my head.

He had a gun to all of your heads.

So, I made a new deal.

And this is what we're gonna do.

(INAUDIBLE)

ANNOUNCER: Welcome to
stage two of Death Race.

Seven drivers remain.

Sit back, relax.
The carnage is about to begin.

Log on and get inside acces
on your favorite drivers.

For an additional cost, you can tap in

to the closed circuit camea
inside the driver's car.

Death Race.

It's a beautiful day

to die.

Nero is in the lead,
followed by Frankenstein,

14K, Razor and Olga.

The surprising Psycho is sixth.
And Baby is seventh.

So, weapons are active now, yes?

Yes and no.
There's a little twist.

Ooh!

ANNOUNCER: The racers approach Keiskie
Road, heading towards the dry lake.

GOLDBERG: Look, they're
throwing you a curve ball.

That weapons marker you see
is the last one for 25 miles.

But if you die, the weapon
marker reactivates.

So, everyone's gonna be on your ass.

It's because I'm damned if I
do, damned if I don't, right?

You got it, homes.
Exactly.

Weapon marker's coming up on your left.

KATRINA:
Okay, over there.

Luke!

Almost, almost, come on!
Come on, make it! Yes!

ANNOUNCER: Olga wins
the weapons marker.

Fuck it.

(GRUNTS)

Hey, sorry, ladies.

Those aren't ladies.

(LAUGHS) Don't get jealous.

(SCOFFS)

Get your eyes back on the road.

Sure.

WOMAN:
There's Olga, up ahead.

Fuck!

Son of a bitch.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe this wasn't such
a good idea after all.

Why?

'Cause they're all after us now.

Fuck this!

Man, you get the bitch
out of the way. Come on!

I'm a bad man.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(OLGA SCREAMING)

Oh, yeah!

Oh, shit!

(INDISTINCT)

Yeah!

Knock this bitch out the way.

Kiss your fucking ass.

Whoo!

I told you.

What you gonna do, bitch?

What you got?

Come on. Come on.

OLGA: Eat this!
Oh, shit!

(OLGA SCREAMS)

Weapon marker's dead ahead.

Okay.

(BLEEPING)

ANNOUNCER: The double kill leaves
only five cars in the race,

as they head into Calvinia Township.

(CHANTING)

Jesus, somebody pissed them off.
I don't think they're friends.

They really don't like us.

Yeah, I'm getting used to that.

(LAUGHING)

Why don't you warm up
that flame thrower?

Finally!

(SCREAMS)

Watch out!

Come on!

Fucking roll, will you?

(ENGINES REVVING)

Whoa!

Holy shit, that's awesome!

Okay. It's like that, huh?

Damn it!
(CHUCKLING)

Fucking fire.

All right.

Son of a bitch!

Yeah!

(MIMICKING GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

KATRINA: Luke! Watch,
Razor's coming closer.

(KATRINA SCREAMS)

He's coming up behind us.

Do you wanna play?
Let's end this.

Bitch!
WOMAN: You fucker.

Man. I'm sick
of this asshole.

I can see you, devil!

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What?

(BLEEPING)

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What the fuck are you doing?
Get off me.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

This is just so fucking beautiful.

(CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: And that
marks the end of Nero.

As we enter the final stage,
we're down to the final four.

Driving back through
Loeriesfontein to the finish line.

Let's see what the warlords of
Kalahari have in store today.

Weapon markers ready for activation.

(BLEEPING)
WOMAN: Okay, we're clear.

LUKE: Get me weapons now.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hang on.

Where's he going?
We're not done yet.

What the fuck you want?

What are you doing?

Huh?

What's who doing?

(SHOUTING)

You will die!

KATRINA:
What was that for?

To save your ass.

Go, go, go.

We got company.

Shit!

Camera two, pick that up.

(SCREAMING)

Motherfucker!

Who the fuck are these people?

It's okay. I got it.

Coming up behind you.

Die, you bastard!

This is just fucking awesome.

Yeah.

(KATRINA SCREAMS)

You can't run, motherfucker!

This is gonna be close.

(SCREAMING)

KATRINA:
What now, Luke?

It's on.

Camera two, pan in.

Camera two, move it!

(SIREN WAILING)

SATANA: Let's not lose
that shot, boys. Come on.

(INAUDIBLE)

Move it, move it. Do you
wanna miss the fucking shot?

(LAUGHING)

Awesome.

ANNOUNCER: Day two
concludes with a bang.

Tune in tomorrow
for the epic conclusion.

Any rebroadcast or unauthorized
use is punishable by death,

or life in prison
if under the age of 15.

I didn't know he had a child.

Shocking how little we know
about the ones closest to us.

I know virtually nothing
about my secretary here.

Conversely, she knows
every aspect of my life,

personal, business, good, bad and ugly.

Turn around and face me.

I'm sorry to hear about Goldberg.

I never knew the man, but I know
how integral he was to your team.

What possible understanding can
a man like you know about that?

He was more than just a part of my team.
He was family.

Hmm.

Just to be clear,
our deal still stands. Yes?

Now, don't let your emotions
cloud your judgment.

14K will win tomorrow.

You're gonna stall out. Officially,
mechanical failure resulted in your loss.

I don't want it to
look like you were beat.

Can't damage your rep now, can we?

Are we clear?

(GROANS)

When I ask you a question, you answer me.
Do you understand?

No. Not really.

Now get these foolish thoughts
of winning out of your head.

You will lose tomorrow,
or so help me God,

I will put you in the deepest,
darkest cell I can find.

And while you're down there,
crying about that dead spic,

just imagine what I'll be
doing to your girlfriend.

Bad idea.
What are you gonna do?

Threaten to kill me?
No.

No, Niles.

That would be letting you off too easy.

You can live tomorrow,
but you can't win.

Maybe. Guess you'll just
have to tune in, huh?

Like everybody else.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

No, no, no, no.
I need to talk in private.

(PSYCHO GASPING)

I hear you.

Is there something you wanna say to me?

I was just wondering

if you are the original Frankenstein.

And why is that?

Think about it.

Who is the man behind the mask?

Hmm? Does anybody know?

They just want the monster.

And they can take you out in a way
that would kill a normal human being,

and then just slap the suit on
the next guy and hey, presto.

Frankenstein lives.

You think they're gonna kill me?

No. Frankenstein
can never die.

He can be shot. He can crash and burn.
He can explode.

But Frankenstein will always emerge.

Battered and bruised,
maybe. But alive.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Just makes his legend even greater.

(PSYCHO MIMICKING
REVVING ENGINE)

(MIMICS EXPLOSION)

Yes. Yes, he spoke to me.

(PHONE BUZZES)

NILES: What are you doing?

What is the meaning of this?

(CHUCKLES)

This is my business.

This is my production.

No, this is my
production. Mine!

And your network was more than
eager to sell it and you out.

Guess you won't be
needing that bid now.

(GASPS)

I'll give you a free pass for that one.

But if you try anything like it again,

and I will have you chained up and
I personally will pimp you out

to the nastiest fucking
psychos in this prison.

Hey, you, stop.

Guard.

Let her through.

All of you.
Leave us.

SATANA: I thought it would only
be fitting to offer Frankenstein,

our new celebrity,
an incentive, a prize,

a free fuck.

So did you...

Sleep with her?

No.

(SOBBING)

And you know why
I didn't. Right?

Hey, you.
Get back to work!

Go.

I won't let you down.

Though I don't have any statistical
evidence to back up that statement,

I feel strongly...

Lists, there's no one, no one I'd
rather have watching my back.

Thanks, Luke.

(SIGHS) Do you mind?

Let's do this.

NILES: Okay,
people, listen up.

Whatever happens today,
Frankenstein cannot win.

So, keep your eyes open.

ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the
final stage Death Race.

All eyes are on one man.

Frankenstein. He's been the most
dominant driver in Death Race history.

But can he hold on for one more
day and win to earn his freedom?

Torch these bitches.

Let your heart and gut guide you.

Let your heart and gut guide you.

You can do this.
You can do this.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

Luke, watch out for turn three.
It's a massive turn.

I don't like this music.

Can you get something else?
God, I hate this music.

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, that's nice. Yes.

ANNOUNCER: Frankenstein
continues to hold a slim lead,

as the drivers reach Red Rock Road.

Leaving sector. Weapons
must be reactivated.

Weapons marker coming up.

LUKE: Come on,
play nice, motherfucker.

Hang on, Katrina.
I've had enough of this guy.

Hold on.

(GASPING)

Yeah? It's nice.

Adiós amigo.

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHS) Cool.
Get out!

You bastard, Razor! I'm still
alive and coming for you!

(PSYCHO SCREAMING)

No!

Water! Help!
Help me! Water.

ANNOUNCER: The Psycho's death
leaves only Frankenstein,

14K and Razor left alive to compete.

The racers enter the quarr,
heading to the finish line.

Frankenstein just got weapons, and
he's in the lead, about to win.

(LAUGHING)

He's gonna need more than that.

Ready the missiles.

You wanna kill Frankenstein
while the whole world watches,

the audience will never forgive you.

You will kill the fucking show.

It is mine to fucking kill!

Target's locked.

PRUDENCE: He's too close
to the finish line.

You could kill dozens of people.

(LAUGHS)

You know what, Prudence? You're right.
You're always right.

You're fired.

You're still here?
Get out of my sight now!

Okay.

Fire.

Hey, guys. Get ready
for some company.

Shit.

It's the tracking device.

(BLEEPING)

Oh, fuck.

(IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What?
Activate countermeasures!

We're not gonna make it through this.

Oh, shit.

Activated.

(BLEEPING INTENSIFIES)

Fire!

(ALL SCREAM)

(LAUGHING)

No way.

No fucking way!

How many lives do you have?

Well, at least one more, I guess.

How the fuck did he survive that?

You told me that tracking
device was foolproof.

Who designed it?

Your company did.

Hey, Lists. Patch me
through to 14K's rig.

Patch me through to 14K.

You're up.
You got him?

You're on with 14K, Luke.

Hey, 14K.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

We're even now,

Lucas.

Are you ready?
Let's finish this.

I'm coming to kill you.

You hear me, Nil?

I'm coming to kill y.

Personally coming to kill you.
You hear me, Niles?

Open all mics.
Open all mics!

Attention, guards.

Frankenstein is headed to the finish line.
Take him out!

You're such a coward.

(ALARM BLARING)

Out, out!

(SIGHS)

You were right.
He screwed me over.

I should have listened to you before.
What do you want me to do?

Come on!

Take him out!

Come on, shoot him!

Come on!

Fuck!

Where do you think you're going?

You think I'm gonna let a simple fucking
con ruin everything that I've built?

ANNOUNCER: Frankenstein has
a clear path to the finish.

He's about to win.

14K pulls past Frankenstein
and crosses the finish lin.

Fuck yeah!

14K wins the Death Race.

You could've won that.

I know. It's not about
winning races anymore.

He lost. (LAUGHS)
It's over.

No more games.

I wouldn't say that.

You ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

I love you.

See you on the other side, kid.

I'm gonna take him out myself.

Wait.

(CLICKING)

You aren't going anywhere.

This is your production. It's quite
fitting that you go down with it.

(LAUGHING) Get this
fucking thing off me!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

It is my sad duty to announce
the death of Niles York.

The visionary entrepreneur
who brought Death Race to us,

died in an explosion that also
claimed the life of Katrina Banks

on this third and final day
of competition.

We'd like to extend our deepest sympathies
to Mr. York's family and friends.

Someone's alive!

DOCTOR: Is this really
Frankenstein?

PALMER: Yes.
Yes, it is Frankenstein.

The tracking device confirms it.

(CLAMORING)

Yes, yes. I can confirm that
Frankenstein has survived

and is currently en route
back to Terminal Island.

I leave the task of rebuilding Death
Race in your very capable hands.

Death Race's home is Terminal Island.

Nowhere else.

I've arranged a new pit crew
leader for Frankenstein.

You should have his
information in front of you.

Yes, yes, that's all well and good.

But what of Frankenstein?

I've been informed that
Frankenstein is alert,

conscious, and will be ready
to race in two weeks.

(SCREAMING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me for a minute.

What happened?

He just woke up screaming,
rambling a bunch of nonsense.

I'm not Frankenstein!

DOCTOR: He's obviously still in shock.

We brought his friend down
to calm him down.

Frank?

For the last fucking time,

I am not Frankenstein.

PRUDENCE: So you're
absolutely sure?

It's him all right. But I've
never seen him like that before.

Prudence, tell them. Tell them who I am.
I'm Niles York.

I am not Frankenstein!

No!

Hello, baby.

Is everything okay?

No.

It's perfect.

All right, lovebirds.

We can always rely on you.

To Lists.
KATRINA: To Lists.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

WEYLAND ON PHONE:
Did you get my wire?

Yeah, I'm looking at it
right now. It's very...

Very generous.
Thank you.

For what you did to that bastard,
I would have paid triple.

LUKE: (CHUCKLES)
Well, if I'd known that.

I thought the plan was to kill him.

Well, things change, huh?

Personally, I think
I did better than that.

Are you complaining?
Hell, no.

How the hell did you pull it off?

That son of a bitch
screwed you over, didn't he?

We do this, one condition.

NILES: I made
a deal with the gu.

You lose, you live.
You win, you die.

There's something you all need to know.

I did make a deal.

With our old boss.

LISTS: Weyland?

And I expected him to
at least renegotiate.

But he didn't.

Do not underestimate him.

He's planning somethin.

My way, my rules, my plan.

I'm gonna need something
very important from you.

And what's that?

I'm gonna need to kill you, Goldberg.

They're the warlords of Kalahari.

Look, I'm gonna bring these
warlords into the race.

What are you doing?

What's who doing?

While everybody's watching, I'm gonna
need you to take yourself out.

I'm gonna need a signal.

LUKE: It's gonna be loud.

WEYLAND: What do
you need me to do?

We need someone on the inside.

Done.

The coast is clear.

I'm sorry to hear about that dead spic.

This is my production.

SATANA: You were right.

Out, out!

He screwed me over.

I should have listened to you before.

Frankenstein is headed to the finish line.
Take him out!

Do yourself a favor
and listen to me right now.

I'm gonna take him out myself.

What do you want me to do?

Keep him in the room.
No matter what.

The fucking key!

(BLEEPING)

(NILES SCREAMING)

WEYLAND: Death Race
has the ultimate prize.

You win your freedom.

This all starts and ends
with Frankenstein.

LISTS: Someone's alive!

PSYCHO: I was just wondering

if you are the original Frankenstein.

PALMER: Yes,
it is Frankenste.

The tracking deve confirms it.

PSYCHO: Frankenstein
can never die.

He can be shot. He can crash and burn.
He can explode.

But Frankenstein will always emerge.

WEYLAND: Frankenstein,
he isDeath Race.

Carl Lucas, may he rest in peace.

Psst! The coast is clear.

I'm not going.

What are you talking about
you're not going? You have to.

I was never any good out there.

I didn't understand the rules.

In prison, things make sense.

And, plus, someone has to stay behind.

A witness to tell the tale.

What you're doing isn't logical.

Yeah, he's right.

(SOBBING) Someone once told me,

fuck logic.

Let your heart tell you what's right.

SATANA: I spoke to Weyland.
I'm here to help you.

Blueprints, electrical
systems, ventilation shafts.

Now, how would your little
copycat event play

without the game's marquee star?

NILES:
It's a man in a mask.

How would the fans kw
which one was real?

WEYLAND: That's why
you're going to fail.

The boy wonder billionaire will
become the laughing stock.

NILES: The Death Race that you all
know and love will not change.

It will grow bigger and better.
This, I promise.

WEYLAND: Now, if you suddenly
change the rules of the game,

you're going to lose your audience.

LUKE: What are you gonna do, replace me?
With who?

WEYLAND:
Payback's a bitch, son.

NILES: I am Frankenstein.

And I will have my revenge.

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