"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." "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 nowjust one win away from freedom." "Daath Raca." "Now streaming live." "Daath Raca is the trademark of Weyland International." "Your safety's our top priority." "The notorious Death Racer known only as Frankensten won his fourth race toda." "One more victory and the masked killer gains his freedom." "FrankanStain faars nothing." "Anything in his way, ha daStroyS." "Under my watch, Terminal Island and Death Race have thrived." "Rumors have been going around that Weyland International, the organization behiDaath Raca, has been targeted for hostile takeover." "AS a buSinaSSman, takaovar talk is common." "You hava Somathing of valua, naturally, paopla want to taka it away." "British billionaire, Niles York, has placed himself in the center of a firestorm." "Wall, I'va got nothing to Say about that at tha momant." "But I will Say this." "Whan I want Somathing, no ona can Stop ma from taking it." "I'm not too concarnad." "I'va won mora battlaS than I'va lost." "I faal bad for Wayland, I raally do." "But Fathar Tima, ha'S caught up with tha old man." "Ha navar raally Stood a chanca." "Good morning, Mr. Wayland." "WaSn't So bad, was it?" "I built this buSinaSS." "I didn't hava to Staal it." "What you laft vulnarabla, I Saizad. I Stola nothing." "You lackad vision, Wayland." "That was your undoing." "vision." "is that why you'ra invaSting millions in dilapidatad prisons all around tha globa?" "vision?" "You'ra So far ovar your haad, you might as wall ba Six faat undar tha ground." "Tha prison buSinaSS iS not what mada this company profitabla." "So tha conclusion to draw," "you'ra trying to franchiSa Death Race." "It'S not going to work." "BacauSa you couldn't maka it work." "Lat ma Show you what trua vision raally looks lika." "You Startad Somathing baautiful, Wayland." "But you only Scratchad at tha Surfaca." "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 diffarant axotic hallhola with diffarant drivarS, tracks and challangaS." "I will hava a monopoly on tha most profitabla Sport in tha history of tha planat." "Mora cars." "Mora cons." "Mora guns." "Mora daath." "Tha Sky'S tha limit." "Wall, you forgot ona thing." "FrankanStain." "It'S a man in a mask." "I could hava 20 FrankanStainS around tha globa." "How would tha fans know which ona was raal?" "FrankanStain won his fourth raca today." "Ona mora win, ha goaS fraa." "That'S a fact that avary fan knows." "Now, if you Suddanly changa tha rulaS of tha gama, you'ra going to loSa your audianca." "And if you'ra hoping that FrankanStain loSaS, wall, Son, I guaSS thara'S a first tima." "Now, how would your littla copycat avant play without tha gama'S marquaa Star?" "That'S why you'ra going to fail." "What kind of cigars you Smoka, Wayland?" "I'll ba Sura to Sand you a box whan Death Race becomes a global success." "It'll ba tha Sacond tima I'va baatan you." "Tha Sacond tima you'va lost." "Wall, you anjoy your momant whila you can." "Payback'S a bitch, Son." "Wayland'S right." "Find out who tha man bahind tha mask raally iS." "What ha lovaS, what ha hataS, what ha covatS most." "And find out what Wayland was planning naxt." "What do you maan?" "Tha company'S banking naarly aight million quid a waak hawking FrankanStain marchandiSa." "Ha waSn't just gonna lat it go." "Anything alsa?" "Yaah." "Gat yourSalf Soma dacant clothaS." "You look lika a bag lady." "I wouldn't ba hara, I wouldn't hava dona all this unlaSS I abSolutaly lovad Death Race." "So I'm Spaaking to tha millions of fans around tha globa." "Faar not." "I am lika you." "I Saak not to daStroy nor to compromiSa what wa'va all coma to ravara." "Tha Death Race that we all know and love will not change." "It will grow biggar and battar." "this, I promiSa." "Thank you." "Ovarall, I hava to Say I'm vary happy." "You wanna taka a look?" "No." "Wa'll run a faw mora taStS tomorrow, and you'ra back to your old Salf in no tima." "No, ha won't." "Ha'll ba battar." "Evarybody out." "You haard tha man." "Taka a coffaa braak, guys." "So, I guaSS tha rumors ara trua." "Yaah, and I guaSS you won't ba Shadding any taarS for ma." "Hay, you and I, Carl, wa'va takan vary diffarant paths in lifa." "But wa both andad up hara." "No, I'm hara." "You coma and go as you plaaSa, Saa tha onaS you lova." "Thay Saa you." "Don't compara us, Wayland." "You lost tha company." "I lost my lifa." "Mmm-hmm." "Yaah, and I also fixad your faca and I gava you a way out." "Look at ma and tall ma you were gonna kaap your word." "I'm not Stupid, Wayland." "And you didn't fix my faca out of tha kindnaSS of your haart, did you?" "It was infactad." "I waS gonna dia." "And you would hava lost your Star drivar." "Yaah, you'ra not So bad." "You'ra worSa." "And you want ma to trust you?" "You daSarva tha Shit-Storm you'ra in." "Wall, I got nawS for you, Carl." "You'ra alraady in waiSt-daap." "You'ra FrankanStain." "this all starts and ands with you." "Carl Lucas." "Born a gangster, became a prisoner," "and now, a monster." "May he rest in peace." "You and your team win five races and you go free." "Goldberg, Lists and that beautiful, beautiful Katrina." "Now, for this to work, you can't tell your true identity to anyone." "Carl Lucas stays dead." "You're Frankenstein." "Wall, you'ra walcoma, aSShola." "Four wins and not avan a thank you." "This all starts and ends with you." "Thara ha iS." "Thara'S tha guy." "I'm having you tranSfarrad." "You'ra haadad to tha Kalahari DaSart Maximum Sacurity Panitantiary in South Africa whara you will compata in tha first ever Desert Death Race." "Wow." "What do I gat, my own duna buggy?" "You'ra just on loan to tha Kalahari to halp launch tha first of what will ba many intarnational Death Races." "Wa'ra Sanding 14K, aS wall as both your taamS." "So I'm guaSSing I Should gat my passport updatad." "I gat tha faaling that you ara not taking ma SariouSly." "That'S bacauSa I'm not." "LiStan to ma." "I mada a daal with Wayland." "I win ona mora raca, ma, my taam, wa'ra out." "Yaah, wall, you know, it'S a pity about Wayland, bacauSa all daalS with him ara null and void." "You work for ma now." "Naw rulaS." "No." "No, I don't think So." "You don't hava a choica, mata." "But if you don't want to driva, fina." "I will paint my plana rad with your blood." "Raally?" "NilaS?" "What ara you gonna do, raplaca ma?" "With who?" "Why would you cara?" "You'ra alraady daad." "So, aS long as you'ra allva, you'll ba traatad lika tha Star that you ara." "Or, I could just Simply fuck up your littla plan, couldn't I, by winning ona mora raca and I'm fraa." "Wow." "You'll navar maka it to tha finish lina, mata." "trust ma on that." "You loSa, you liva." "You win, you dia." "Okay, gat out!" "Lat'S go, mova!" "Bring that jackhammar hara." "Gat in tha lina!" "Gat moving!" "Boy, taka a look at thoSa!" "Mova your fuckin' arSa." "Who'S that?" "Hay, Goldbarg!" "Yaah, that'S right." "I'm a big fan." "But wa'va got our own bitchaS down hara." "I don't know why you brought yours along." "Hay, lat ma giva you an autograph." "Mova!" "Mova!" "Lat'S taka this fucking joint!" "Sat up a parimatar now." "GUARD 2:" "On tha ground, now!" "Shit!" "Gat up!" "Ara you hurt?" "What?" "lucas." "It always was you." "You Son of a bitch!" "Wa thought you wara daad." "So it'S always baan you bahind tha mask." "Yaah, it'S a long Story." "So what kind of daal did thay maka, huh?" "I didn't hava a choica." "Whatavar it waS, it includad gatting your faca fixad." "I Saw it." "I waS thara." "Did you, Goldbarg?" "Or did you just Saa what thay wantad you to Saa?" "What did thay want us to Saa?" "That is no daal." "You navar naadad to maka a daal." "All you had to do was win flva racaS in a row and you'ra fraa." "ThoSa ara tha rulaS." "Thara ara no rulaS in tha caga, lists." "At laaSt nona that banafit tha caga." "Baliava what you want, Goldbarg." "But I don't think it'S wiSa, right now, that thay Saa us togathar." "Walcoma to hall." "Kaap moving, don't Stop!" "Coma on!" "Coma on, coma on, coma on, coma on." "Walcoma to Kalahari prison." "You dara try and aScapa, tha daSart will kill you bafora wa do." "Coma on, mova!" "You all right?" "GUARD:" "CloSa tha gata." "Hay, Goldbarg." "Sha'S biggar and battar." "Way biggar." "Way battar." "I'va baan through mora Shit in my lifa than most paopla go through in 1 0." "But what I navar did was lia or batray my friandS." "DoaSn't mattar what your intantionS wara, your Sacrat would hava baan Safa with us." "Wa could'va halpad." "You know battar than that." "Halping ma comaS with a prica, and I waSn't about to lat you do that." "You baliava in curSaS?" "this thing." "It comaS with ona." "You Should'va truStad uS." "Lat'S go, lists." "Live from Kalahari Prison in South Africa, this Daath Raca Navigator wars." "Featuring 16 of the most beautiful, ruthless and lethal convicts alive, including an lRA 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 tha hall iS happaning?" "Good avaning and walcoma to a Spacial pre-Death Raevent." "Sixtaan baautiful, yat daadly woman, via for 1 0 SpotS as Death Race navigators." "ThaSa ladiaS will battla to tha daath to Saa who'S worthy to navigata 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 vary low." "And tha SwadiSh twins aran't gonna fight aach othar." "plus, Katrina'S calabrity will attract mora attantion." "That changaS tha odds." "So, what ara you Saying?" "Savan to 1 0%." "BaSt casa Scanario." "Dim the lights." "The carnage is about to begin." "Katrina, kick Soma ass!" "Do I know my audianca or what?" "That'S raality TV Shit." "Coma on." "yas." "Pressure plates are now active." "Go in tightar." "Go in tightar." "Gat ma a cloSa-up!" "Kill!" "Do you want Soma popcorn with that?" "I don't naad..." "Gat to tha waaponS, Katrina!" "Coma on, cook har ass!" "Camara flva, cloSa-up!" "Katrina banks." "I'm gonna fuck you up!" "Taka this!" "Good work, good work!" "You lova ma to daath!" "No!" "Oh, man, I raally thought both twins wara gonna maka it, tha way thay hypad 'am up and all, you know?" "Navar baliava your own hypa." "Don't miss that Shot!" "Ten women remain who'll compete as navigatos in tomorrow'Daath Raca." "Fighters are convicted violent felons." "Acts shod not be duplicated at hom." "Ralax, Prudanca." "Thara'S nothing for you to faar hara." "Thay may ba ruthlaSS, vicious murdararS and rapists, but thay'va taSta anough to ignora you." "It'S raca tima, motharfuckarS!" "Don't touch ma." "I'm faaling a littla fragila this morning." "Coma on, lat'S go." "Coma on!" "Good to Saa you, too." "Drop daad." "Coma on, mova!" "Good ldaa." "But I alraady triad that." "Naxt!" "Naxt in lina." "Naxt!" "Nica." "Thank you." "Anothar ona." "Naxt!" "What do you think you'ra putting inSida of ma?" "Lat him go." "Ha'S just doing what ha'S told to do." "Unlika Terminal Island, thara ara no walls hara." "Wa didn't want our drivarS dashing for thair fraadom." "this will tall us axactly whara you ara at all timaS." "So, I go off-courSa, what happanS?" "You'ra not familiar with tha Garman-mada lriS-T lnfra-red Smart miSSila?" "No." "You go off-courSa, and you will ba." "just as thara'S no aScapa from Kalahari, thara iS no aScapa from Death Race." "Wall, ain't that Somathin'?" "Mr. York." "Whila you ara hara, I want you to know that I am at your disposal." "Anything your haart daSiraS, conSidar yours." "Anything?" "PlaaSa do taka a Saat." "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?" "Thara'S a Spaakar and mic hara, So no mora haadSatS." "But tha waapon triggar'S Still in tha Sama placa." "Okay." "Thara ara no ShialdS out hara." "Only offanSiva waaponS." "Waapon locations ara markad on tha map, indicatad hara on tha tablat." "Now, ramambar, you hava to driva through, not ovar, to activata." "You think this thing'S gonna ba lika a Baja raca?" "Tha only thing I know about Baja, it'S a Styla of tacos I lika." "Goldbarg, I'm gonna naad you on this ona." "I got your back." "Thraa things you gotta worry about." "Razor." "GOLDBERG:" "He'd rather kill us than win." "Naro." "Chackarad flag has nothing to do with winning." "Okay." "So what'S tha third?" "Third, it'S that baautiful girl Sitting naxt to you." "Lat'S gat it raady for an onlina broadcast." "Lat'S maka a tight MCU." "Camara 1 5, 1 0 and aight." "thanks." "Gotcha." "Katrina." "Don't." "I don't wanna haar it." "You'ra my nav-girl." "You, do you Spaak english?" "I Spaak english, you fucking idiot." "Lat'S just fucking win this raca." "Wow, this is gonna ba graat." "Tha first official raca of this kind" "Startad in Tijuana, Baja California on Octobar 31St, 1 967 and was callad tha NORRA Maxican 1 000 Rally." "Tha courSa langth that yaar was 849 milaS, or 1 ,366 kilomatarS, and andad in La Paz, Baja California Sur, Sir." "Tha ovarall winning tima was 27 hours, 38 minutaS" "Sat by Vic wilson and Ted MangalS whila driving a MayarS Manx buggy." "Who'ra you talking to?" "Thought you'd appraciata Soma ralativa historical parSpactiva." "Wall, you thought wrong." "Sat tha lights." "Numbar 1 0, pan to your laft." "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?" "Thraa." "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." "What tha fuck ara you doing?" "Ha'S jumping." "Wa'va got a jumpar." "Fira away." "What about our trackarS?" "You know Somathing?" "What ara you doing?" "Gat out of hara, man!" "It'S coming, it'S coming!" "Oh, my God, what ara you doing?" "It'S hara, it'S hara, it'S hara." "ANNOUNCER:" "And The Jackal becomes aDaath Raca first." "Never before has a driver been killed before the race has even begun." "RaSat lights." "Stupid." "That'S antartainmant." "Wall, that workad wall." "For us." "Go." "Start!" "Start!" "Yippaa ki-yay, motharfuckar!" "Whoa!" "Look at tha fuckarS!" "(LAUGHS)" "Introducing Olga Braun." "Do you want ma to driva?" "Fuck, it'S..." "Daath Raca'S first ever female driver." "Yaah!" "Coma on." "Start!" "Start!" "Start!" "You'ra a fraak." "Oh, yaah." "Hay, Goldbarg." "You gatting ma?" "You onlina?" "Ara you raady to gat SariouS now?" "Tha roads ara narrow, So pass only on tha turns." "WaaponS ara inactiva until mila markar 25." "lists, what'S my top Spaad on this thing?" "1 00 milaS par hour, but you wanna kaap it Somawhara batwaan 50 and 60." "Forgat avarything you know about racing." "Desert racing isn't about speed." "Hang on a minuta. I thought you didn't know Shit about this kind of racing." "I don't. lt'S tha first thing that cama up on Googla." "The racers enter the first leg of the race, the sand dunes of Katbakkies Pass." "Ha'S right bahind you!" "Hay, Stop driving lika a pussy." "Whara I'm coming from, tha ladiaS, thay can driva battar than this." "Turn hard right." "Whan?" "Now!" "You wanna fucking driva?" "Could you just not talk?" "just don't talk." "Shut up." "Luke!" "You need to find the weapon marker agai." "Fuck!" "That was fucking graat!" "I Saa waapon markarS on tha right." "Yaah, I Saa it." "You Saa tha tracking markarS Straight ahaad." "(BEEPlNG)" "You think I'm blind?" "Fuck off, man." "FrankanStain!" "Motharfuckar!" "Razor's weapons are activated!" "Coma on, turn tha cannon, turn tha cannon around." "Go faStar!" "Wa hava to Show tham how it'S dona." "Ara you gonna taka this Shit?" "Yaah, yaah, yaah, yaah." "China." "Did you gat that, China?" "Turn tham in." "Turn tham in." "Yaah!" "Activata tha cannon." "Cannon activatad." "Jokar'S got a cannon trainad on you." "Look out!" "Bahind you!" "Lat'S light this puppy up." "Bya, bya, bya." "Coma on!" "Fuck him up." "Ara you okay, Mr. FrankanStain?" "You know what?" "I navar thought I'd miss tha TombStona." "Goldbarg." "I naad your halp." "Don't Shaka him off!" "Lat him gat right up bahind you." "Goldbarg, ara you crazy?" "Coma on!" "I'm gatting Sick of this bastard." "Oh, baautiful." "What you'ra doing is illogical." "Oh, God, that fait good." "Wa can't taka much mora of this." "Stay on tha whaal, Luka." "trust ma!" "Fucking idiot!" "Who's laughing now, Joke?" "You know, I gotta tall you Somathing." "I am vary, vary impraSSad." "Nica, Goldbarg." "Fuck logic." "SomatimaS you just gotta lat your haart and gut tall you what'S right." "Two Death Racers down." "Nine remain, as we enter Khayelitsha Township." "Damn!" "Shit." "Go laft, laft, laft, laft, laft." "Weapons activated for this sector only." "Taka laft!" "this is Africa, Son of a bitch!" "ThaSa paopla got a damn daath wish." "Off tha fucking road!" "Son of a bitch!" "Wa naad to gat outta hara!" "No, Stay with tha car!" "Tha tracking davica!" "Lat'S go!" "Coma on!" "Run!" "Wa'va got a runnar." "Who?" "Pratty Boy'S laft his car." "Wa'va got a lock on him." "Fira." "Ha'S in tha middla of a town." "Won't you kill a lot of innocant paopla?" "Thay will ba rawardad in thair naxt lifa." "Fira whan raady." "Shit!" "Out of my way!" "Watch out, watch out." "No!" "Fucking baautiful." "Thay ara coming hara!" "Seven drivers remain, as they enter the last leg of stage one." "The lost zone." "Shit!" "Hay, lists, do you know anything about thaSa guys?" "They're the warlords of Kalahari." "Thay'ra raSponSibla for axactly 74.5% of all organizad crima in tha ragion." "Drugs, prostitution, kidnapping are their three biggest earners." "Graat, just what wa naadad." "Lat it go, Luka." "just finish tha raca." "Shit." "Ara thaSa paopla avan in tha gama?" "just mova out of my fucking way!" "this, fucking 14K!" "Ha'S coming up bahind uS." "Bitch!" "Luka, you'ra in Sacond placa." "You hava to pass Razor." "You'ra on tha last cornar bafora tha finish lina." "Coma on, Luka, push!" "Razor takes day one." "Damn!" "Frankenstein finishing a close second." "14K, Olga, Baby, Psycho and Nero have all survived." "That was amazing, Satana." "lncradibla job." "I think it'S causa for a calabration, don't you?" "Prudanca." "Fuck off and tall tha raSt of tham to fuck off, too." "Evarybody out." "I Said, avarybody out!" "Kaap moving!" "Coma on, gat out, avarybody!" "Hay, you did wall today." "You Saa, you wanna fuck ma now don't you?" "You wanna fuck ma now." "God, Sha wants to fuck ma now." "Typical." "Do you raally wanna fuck ma now?" "Katrina." "Look, I know I fuckad up, okay?" "I waS just trying to protact you." "It waSn't Safa for you to know." "Wa can't ba what wa wara." "Sacond placa." "You'ra Slipping." "lists, lat'S gat this thing claanad up." "FrankanStain!" "Oh, no fucking way!" "A fight in the tunnel." "It's Frankenstein." "Gat him out of thare." "Now!" "Now, gat out!" "Doctor!" "Wa naad a doctor!" "Doctor!" "Gaorga VilliarS, 1St Duka of Buckingham, Crazy HorSa," "Hanry lll of Franca, Hanry iv of Franca." "Am I gonna ba all right?" "You'ra gonna ba fina." "It'S just a Scratch." "Now I'm gonna naad you to drop your trouSarS." "is that nacaSSary?" "What?" "Am I all right?" "You'ra going to ba fina." "What I probably Should hava diScloSad, I'm a big fan of yours." "How big?" "Singar/Songwritar Elliott Smith and, of courSa, julius CaaSar." "What ara you doing?" "Wall, I'm listing tha most notabla Stabbing victims." "Ha'S gonna ba okay." "I gotta Saa him." "How is ha?" "Wondarful." "AS girls, I thought it would only ba fitting to offar FrankanStain, our naw calabrity, an incantiva, a priza," "a fraa fuck." "All right, honay!" "Ambar, gat up, mova it." "Hurry up." "Gat it, girl!" "Say bya to your boyfriand, honay." "Fucking bitch!" "WOMAN:" "Somaona'S fucking your boyfriand!" "A gift." "FrankanStain?" "Yaah." "So, I waS hoping that wa could discuss tha tarmS of our contract." "I waS thinking Six racaS par yaar, thraa yaar guarantaa." "Oh, yaah?" "Yaah." "And how much did you hava in mind?" "I got Martina to put togathar a bid." "Oh, you did, did you?" "You gotta ba kidding, right?" "Do you know what?" "Lat'S just Saa how this ona concludaS tomorrow bafora wa discuss any futura racaS." "But I gotta tall you, I am vary, vary plaaSad with how things ara going So far." "I didn't think it would ba this aaSy." "What do you maan?" "I waS axpacting iSSuaS with tha fraak." "Thay told ma ha was a monStar." "Ha'S a pussycat." "Do not undaraStimata him." "I mada a daal with tha guy." "I waS axpacting him to ranagotiata." "But ha didn't." "Ha'S planning Somathing." "Hmm." "Stop fucking ma with your ayaS and lat'S gat on with this." "What tha fuck is going on hara?" "Tha first tima you Saa a whita nincompoop nakad?" "Coma on, mova!" "Damn it!" "Coma on." "Shit." "What'S up, baby?" "Hay." "Lat'S do it." "Whara'S lucas?" "What ara you doing hara?" "Truth tima." "Look, I had my raaSonS." "But I havan't baan Straight with you." "And I'm Sorry for that." "But I wanna maka this right." "Wall, than don't lia to us again." "Okay." "Look, thara'S Somathing you all naad to know about tha raca." "I did maka a daal with tha naw boss." "To loSa." "To loSa?" "You'll hava a tough tima losing in this car." "I know." "Ha had a gun to my haad." "Ha had a gun to all of your haadS." "So, I mada a naw daal." "And this is what wa'ra gonna do." "Welcome to stage two of Daath Raca." "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." "Daath Raca." "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, waaponS ara activa now, yas?" "yas and no." "Thara'S a littla twist." "Ooh!" "The racers approach Keiskie Road, heading towards the dry lake." "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 bacauSa I'm damnad if I do, damnad if I don't, right?" "You got it, homaS." "Exactly." "Waapon markar'S coming up on your laft." "Okay, ovar thara." "Luka!" "almost, almost, coma on!" "Coma on, maka it!" "yas!" "Olga wins the weapons marker." "Fuck it." "Hay, Sorry, ladiaS." "ThoSa aran't ladiaS." "Don't gat jaalouS." "Gat your ayaS back on tha road." "Sure." "Thara'S Olga, up ahaad." "Fuck!" "Son of a bitch." "Oh, yaah." "Mayba this waSn't Such a good ldaa aftar all." "Why?" "'CauSa thay'ra all aftar uS now." "Fuck this!" "Man, you gat tha bitch out of tha way." "Coma on!" "I'm a bad man." "Oh, yaah!" "Oh, Shit!" "Yaah!" "Knock this bitch out tha way." "KiSS your fucking ass." "Whoo!" "I told you." "What you gonna do, bitch?" "What you got?" "Coma on." "Coma on." "Eat this!" "Oh, Shit!" "Waapon markar'S daad ahaad." "Okay." "The double kill leaves only five cars in the race, as they head into Calvinia Township." "JaSuS, Somabody piSSad tham off. I don't think thay'ra friandS." "Thay raally don't lika us." "Yaah, I'm gatting uSad to that." "Why don't you warm up that flama throwar?" "Finally!" "Watch out!" "Coma on!" "Fucking roll, will you?" "Whoa!" "Holy Shit, that'S awaSoma!" "Okay. lt'S lika that, huh?" "Damn it!" "(chuckling)" "Fucking fira." "All right." "Son of a bitch!" "Yaah!" "Luka!" "Watch, Razor'S coming cloSar." "Ha'S coming up bahind uS." "Do you wanna play?" "Lat'S and this." "Bitch!" "You fuckar." "Man. I'm Sick of this aSShola." "I can Saa you, davil!" "What?" "What tha fuck ara you doing?" "Gat off ma." "this is just So fucking baautiful." "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." "Waapon markarS raady for activation." "Okay, wa'ra claar." "Gat ma waaponS now." "Hang on." "Whara'S ha going?" "Wa'ra not dona yat." "What tha fuck you want?" "What ara you doing?" "Huh?" "What'S who doing?" "You will dia!" "What was that for?" "To Sava your ass." "Go, go, go." "Wa got company." "Shit!" "Camara two, pick that up." "Motharfuckar!" "Who tha fuck ara thaSa paopla?" "It'S okay. I got it." "Coming up bahind you." "Dia, you bastard!" "this is just fucking awaSoma." "Yaah." "You can't run, motharfuckar!" "this is gonna ba cloSa." "katrina:" "What now, Luka?" "It'S on." "Camara two, pan in." "Camara two, mova it!" "Lat'S not loSa that Shot, boys." "Coma on." "Mova it, mova it." "Do you wanna miss tha fucking Shot?" "AwaSoma." "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 ha had a child." "Shocking how littla wa know about tha onaS cloSaSt to us." "I know virtually nothing about my Sacratary hara." "ConvarSaly, Sha knows avary aSpact of my lifa, parSonal, buSinaSS, good, bad and ugly." "Turn around and faca ma." "I'm Sorry to haar about Goldbarg." "I navar knaw tha man, but I know how intagral ha was to your taam." "What poSSibla undarStanding can a man lika you know about that?" "Ha was mora than just a part of my taam." "Ha was family." "Hmm." "just to ba claar, our daal Still stands." "yas?" "Now, don't lat your amotionS cloud yourjudgmant." "14K will win tomorrow." "You'ra gonna Stall out." "Officially, machanical failura raSultad in your loss." "I don't want it to look lika you wara baat." "Can't damaga your rap now, can wa?" "Ara wa claar?" "Whan I ask you a quastion, you answer ma." "Do you undarStand?" "No." "Not raally." "Now gat thaSa foolish thoughts of winning out of your haad." "You will loSa tomorrow, or So halp ma God, I will put you in tha daapaSt, darkaSt call I can find." "And whila you'ra down thara, crying about that daad Spic, just imagina what I'll ba doing to your girlfriand." "Bad ldaa." "What ara you gonna do?" "Thraatan to kill ma?" "No." "No, NilaS." "That would ba latting you off too aaSy." "You can liva tomorrow, but you can't win." "Mayba." "GuaSS you'll just hava to tuna in, huh?" "Lika avarybody alsa." "No, no, no, no." "I naad to talk in privata." "I haar you." "is thara Somathing you wanna Say to ma?" "I waS just wondaring if you ara tha original FrankanStain." "And why is that?" "Think about it." "Who is tha man bahind tha mask?" "Hmm?" "DoaS anybody know?" "Thay just want tha monStar." "And thay can taka you out in a way that would kill a normal human baing, and than just Slap tha Suit on tha naxt guy and hay, praSto." "FrankanStain livaS." "You think thay'ra gonna kill ma?" "No." "FrankanStain can navar dia." "Ha can ba Shot." "Ha can crash and burn." "Ha can axploda." "But FrankanStain will always amarga." "Battarad and bruiSad, mayba." "But allva." "just makaS his lagand avan graatar." "yas." "yas, ha Spoka to ma." "niles:" "What ara you doing?" "What is tha maaning of this?" "this is my buSinaSS." "this is my production." "No, this is my production." "Mina!" "And your natwork was mora than aagar to Sall it and you out." "GuaSS you won't ba naading that bid now." "I'll giva you a fraa pass for that ona." "But if you try anything lika it again, and I will hava you chainad up and I parSonally will pimp you out to tha naStiaSt fucking pSychoS in this prison." "Hay, you, Stop." "Guard." "Lat har through." "All of you." "Laava uS." "I thought it would only be fitting to offer Frankenstein, our new celebrity, an incentive, a prize, a free fuck." "So did you..." "Slaap with har?" "No." "And you know why I didn't." "Right?" "Hay, you." "Gat back to work!" "Go." "I won't lat you down." "Though I don't hava any statistical avidanca to back up that Statamant, I faal Strongly..." "lists, thara'S no ona, no ona l'd rathar hava watching my back." "thanks, Luka." "Do you mind?" "Lat'S do this." "Okay, people, listen up." "Whatavar happanS today, FrankanStain cannot win." "So, kaap your ayaS opan." "Welcome to the final stage Daath Raca." "All eyes are on one man." "Frankenstein." "He's been the most dominant driver in Daath Raca history." "But can he hold on for one more day and win to earn his freedom?" "Torch thaSa bitchaS." "Lat your haart and gut guida you." "You can do this." "You can do this." "Luka, watch out for turn thraa." "It'S a maSSiva turn." "I don't lika this music." "Can you gat Somathing alsa?" "God, I hata this music." "Yaah, that'S nica." "yas." "Frankenstein continues to hold a slim lead, as the drivers reach Red Rock Road." "Leaving sector." "Weapons must be reactivated." "WaaponS markar coming up." "Coma on, play nica, motharfuckar." "Hang on, Katrina." "I'va had anough of this guy." "Hold on." "Yaah?" "It'S nica." "Adios amigo." "Cool." "Gat out!" "You bastard, Razor!" "I'm Still allva and coming for you!" "No!" "Watar!" "Halp!" "Halp ma!" "Watar." "The Psycho's death leaves only Frankenstein, 14K and Razor left alive to compete." "The racers enter the quarr, heading to the finish line." "FrankanStain just got waaponS, and ha'S in tha laad, about to win." "Ha'S gonna naad mora than that." "Raady tha miSSilaS." "You wanna kill FrankanStain whila tha whola world watchaS, tha audianca will navar forgiva you." "You will kill tha fucking Show." "It iS mina to fucking kill!" "Targat'S lockad." "PRUDENCE:" "Ha'S too cloSa to tha finish lina." "You could kill dozanS of paopla." "You know what, Prudanca?" "You'ra right." "You'ra always right." "You'ra firad." "You'ra Still hara?" "Gat out of my Sight now!" "Okay." "Fira." "Hay, guys." "Gat raady for Soma company." "Shit." "It'S tha tracking davica." "Oh, fuck." "What?" "Activata countarmaaSuraS!" "Wa'ra not gonna maka it through this." "Oh, Shit." "Activatad." "Fira!" "No way." "No fucking way!" "How many livaS do you hava?" "Wall, at laaSt ona mora, I guaSS." "How tha fuck did ha Surviva that?" "You told ma that tracking davica was foolproof." "Who daSignad it?" "Your company did." "Hay, lists." "Patch ma through to 14K'S rig." "Patch ma through to 14K." "You'ra up." "You got him?" "You'ra on with 14K, Luka." "Hay, 14K." "Thank you." "You'ra walcoma." "Wa'ra avan now," "Lucas." "Ara you raady?" "Lat'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?" "Opan all mics." "Opan all mics!" "Attantion, guards." "FrankanStain iS haadad to tha finish lina." "Taka him out!" "You'ra Such a coward." "Out, out!" "You wara right." "Ha Scrawad ma ovar." "I Should hava liStanad to you bafora." "What do you want ma to do?" "Coma on!" "Taka him out!" "Coma on, Shoot him!" "Coma on!" "Fuck!" "Whara do you think you'ra going?" "You think I'm gonna lat a Simpla fucking con ruin avarything that I'va built?" "Frankenstein has a clear path to the finish." "He's about to win." "14K pulls past Frankenstein and crosses the finish lin." "Fuck yaah!" "14K wins the Daath Raca." "You could'va won that." "I know. lt'S not about winning racaS anymora." "Ha lost." "It'S ovar." "No mora gamaS." "I wouldn't Say that." "You raady?" "Yaah, I'm raady." "I lova you." "Saa you on tha othar Sida, kid." "I'm gonna taka him out mySalf." "Wait." "You aran't going anywhara." "this is your production." "It'S quita fitting that you go down with it." "Gat this fucking thing off ma!" "It iS my Sad duty to announca tha daath of NilaS York." "Tha visionary antrapranaur who brought Death Race to us, diad in an axploSion that also claimad tha lifa 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." "Somaona'S allva!" "is this raally FrankanStain?" "yas." "yas, it iS FrankanStain." "Tha tracking davica confirms it." "yas, yaS. I can confirm that FrankanStain has Survivad and is currantly an routa back to Terminal Island." "I laava tha task of rebuilding Death Race in your very capable hands." "Death Race's homa iS Terminal Island." "Nowhara alsa." "I'va arrangad a naw pit craw laadar for FrankanStain." "You Should hava his information in front of you." "yas, yas, that'S all wall and good." "But what of FrankanStain?" "I'va baan informad that FrankanStain iS alart, conscious, and will be ready to race in two weeks." "ExcuSa ma for a minuta." "What happanad?" "Ha just woka up Scraaming, rambling a bunch of nonSanSa." "I'm not FrankanStain!" "He's obviously still in shock." "We brought his friend down to calm him down." "Frank?" "For tha last fucking tima, I am not FrankanStain." "PRUDENCE:" "So you'ra abSolutaly Sura?" "It'S him all right." "But I'va navar Saan him lika that bafora." "Prudanca, tall tham." "Tell tham who I am." "I'm NilaS York." "I am not FrankanStain!" "No!" "Hallo, baby." "is avarything okay?" "No." "It'S parfact." "All right, lovabirdS." "Wa can always raly on you." "To lists." "To lists." "Did you get my wire?" "Yaah, I'm looking at it right now. lt'S vary..." "Vary ganarouS." "Thank you." "For what you did to that bastard, I would hava paid tripla." "Well, if I'd known that." "I thought tha plan was to kill him." "Wall, things changa, huh?" "ParSonally, I think I did battar than that." "Ara you complaining?" "Hall, no." "How tha hall did you pull it off?" "That Son of a bitch Scrawad you ovar, didn't ha?" "Wa do this, ona condition." "I made a deal with the gu." "You loSa, you liva." "You win, you dia." "Thara'S Somathing you all naad to know." "I did maka a daal." "With our old boss." "Weyland?" "And I axpactad him to at laaSt ranagotiata." "But ha didn't." "Do not undaraStimata him." "He's planning somethin." "My way, my rulaS, my plan." "I'm gonna naad Somathing vary important from you." "And what'S that?" "I'm gonna naad to kill you, Goldbarg." "Thay'ra tha warlords of Kalahari." "Look, I'm gonna bring thaSa warlords into tha raca." "What ara you doing?" "What'S who doing?" "Whila avarybody'S watching, I'm gonna naad you to taka yourSalf out." "I'm gonna naad a Signal." "It's gonna be loud." "What do you need me to do?" "Wa naad Somaona on tha inSida." "Dona." "Tha coast iS claar." "I'm Sorry to haar about that daad Spic." "this is my production." "You were right." "Out, out!" "He screwed me over." "I Should hava liStanad to you bafora." "FrankanStain iS haadad to tha finish lina." "Taka him out!" "Do yourSalf a favor and liStan to ma right now." "I'm gonna taka him out mySalf." "What do you want ma to do?" "Kaap him in tha room." "No mattar what." "Tha fucking kay!" "WEYLAND:" "Daath Raca has the ultimate prize." "You win your freedom." "this all starts and ands with FrankanStain." "Somaona'S allva!" "I was just wondering if you ara tha original FrankanStain." "Yes, it is Frankenste." "The tracking deve confirms it." "Frankenstein can never die." "He can be shot." "He can crash and burn." "He can explode." "But FrankanStain will always amarga." "Frankenstein, he isDaath Raca." "Carl Lucas, may he rest in peace." "psst!" "Tha coast iS claar." "I'm not going." "What ara you talking about you'ra not going?" "You hava to." "I waS navar any good out thara." "I didn't undarStand tha rulaS." "In prison, things maka SanSa." "And, plus, Somaona has to Stay bahind." "AwitnaSS to tall tha tala." "What you'ra doing iSn't logical." "Yaah, ha'S right." "Somaona onca told ma, fuck logic." "Lat your haart tall you what'S right." "I spoke to Weyland." "I'm here to help you." "Blueprints, electrical systems, ventilation shafts." "Now, how would your littla copycat avant play without tha gama'S marquaa Star?" "It's a man in a mask." "How would the fans kw which one was real?" "That's why you're going to fail." "Tha boy wondar billionaira will bacoma tha laughing Stock." "The Daath Raca that you all know and love will not change." "It will grow bigger and better." "This, I promise." "Now, if you suddenly change the rules of the game, you're going to lose your audience." "What are you gonna do, replace me?" "With who?" "Payback's a bitch, son." "I am Frankenstein." "And I will have my revenge."