Stop.
ULRICH: 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 fuck 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.
COACH: 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 bitch 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.
GUNNER: Good call.
Guy can't grind for shit.
(GRUNTING)
Move!
Looking for me?
Hold him.
You killed my wife.
Well, now, maybe I did.
I don't care if the queen bitch
wants to save you for the track.
Nobody disrespects the Brotherhood and lives.
Put him down.
I'm going to take your head.
(GRUNTS)
(LISTS GROANS)
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
What the fuck!
(YELLING)
(SHOUTS)
Hennessey made me do it. Ulrich...
Ulrich too.
Let me go, man.
I'll do anything.
You're going to die here.
Fuck you!
Now, now, boys.
Let's save that for the track, huh?
Coach!
Take a look at this.
GUNNER: What the hell were they building in here?
COACH: We'll find out soon enough.
ULRICH: Prisoner!
It's time to get ready.
ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the next installment of Death Race.
Stage 2 begins.
Grimm, Colt and Siad are gone.
Six remaining drivers alive.
14K.
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.
Over 50 million viewers have already subscribed.
Don't miss this epic battle. Subscribe to Stage 2, now.
(ENGINES REVVING)
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!
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!
(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)
I told you to take defense!
He's too heavily armored!
Fuck!
Hit the smoke.
(SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
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 fuck out of my car.
What?
I said, get the fuck 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?
(SPEAKS CANTONESE)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Fuck me.
JENSEN: Lists.
Receiving.
I want you to patch me through to another car.
On it.
JENSEN: 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.
(WHOOPS)
(ALL CHEERING)
Now that's entertainment!
Damn it!
(ALL CHEERING)
ALL: 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, fucked-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.
HENNESSEY: 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 shit, 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.
HENNESSEY: 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.
GRIMM: Can't kill me. Can't kill me. I'm the fucking 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 fuck out of my pit.
Hey.
Thinking you and Frank should have a little talk.
ANNOUNCER: 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.
GUNNER: What the hell are those?
LISTS: 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.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Lit sword up ahead.
Deactivate that. Sir?
Just do it.
Switch it back on.
Weapons are up!
Damn it!
Shit.
Lit shield up ahead!
Damn it!
What happened?
Hennessey must have deactivated it. Bitch!
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!
(SCOFFS)
That shit don't work twice, playboy!
Shit.
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 bitch! 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?
(ALL CHEERING)
LISTS: 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 fucking computers down now!
Get out! Get out! Get out! Now!
Get out! Get out!
Yo, Frankenstein.
It's good we had that little talk.
We gave that bitch a good show, huh?
Give me that!
Okay, cocksucker, fuck with me,
and we'll see who shits on the sidewalk.
Somebody's mad right now.
Nobody fucks with my car.
Son of a bitch!
Get the choppers in the air!
Come on. Off the ground. Go, go, go!
(SIRENS WAILING)
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.
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.
CO ACH: 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.
GUARD: 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 bitch 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.
MACHINE GUN JOE: So we had to fix this car?
How many times we gonna keep doing this, man?
This car is not gonna start.
(GROANS)
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.
MACHINE GUN JOE: Where'd you get the rims?
I won it. Card game.
JENSEN: Yeah, right.
No, really.
How many horsepower's in this engine?
Five hundred.
You sure about that?
JENSEN: 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.
HENNESSEY: Okay, cocksucker, fuck with me,
and we'll see who shits on the sidewalk.