Death Race: Beyond Anarchy

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Sayonara, motherf***er!

We're going live.

Can you check on it?

Ten cars down, two to go.

These drivers are crazy.

I still don't understand why they

are so willing to die.

Because everyone wants to

be king of the hill.

- Is it already streaming on the dark web?

- Yes, warden.

It is online in real time

on Freenet, I2P, and Tor.

There is no way to trace the ISP and

shut 'em down with a web based attack?

If I was the NSA and had a

couple months, maybe.

These guys are a

legitimate cyber militia.

The encryption is first ray,

it's bouncing every 10 seconds.

Then kill their power.

We don't supply their powering.

They are on their

own generator grid.

Take out this motherf***er.

Yeah baby!

F*** you, Frank!

Right now, get us in the 22.

Any word from the OTP site?

On site and the online waging are up.

They are writing a lot of betting slips.

The house is banking cash

on the secondary racers

and the parlays,

and we are wrecking in some big.

Frankenstein wins...

There is a payout.

Death race is illegal

and bigger than ever.

Thanks to our resident

crazy man Frank.

Ah... F*** Frankenstein,

You are the one who resurrected

Death race from the dead.

I just figured out how

to decode the satellite

signals and stream

it on the dark web.

Frankenstein has been born again,

thanks to us.

Oh... If he wins tonight, it'll

be his the seventh straight.

Oh, our contacts on the outside

says our margins are dropping

because nobody's taking the

other side of the bet.

We are losing a lot of

money on Frankenstein.

We need to spice things up.

The Parleys are paying off, but...

We need a challenger.

SWAT is on en route,

T minus five minutes.

Let's stop Frankenstein and

Death race down once and for all.

We've got some action

from the outside.

You wanted to spice.

Say hello to SWAT.

Let's trace and pinch him.

Suck my dick, Frankie!

Same my dick too, Frankie!

Push them into the f***ing wall!

Do it baby!

Mother f***er!

- Get off the wall!

- Damn it!

Take this motherf***er out!

I picked the wrong driver!

Full house. Eight over Aces.

Nice. Nines over jacks.

I'd like a shot at

getting my money back.

Why don't I come to

your place later tonight?

Maybe we can shuffle

another deck of cards.

Esta bien.

Hey Jefe, I have got a player

who wants to play

some heavy action.

On SWAT vs Frankenstein.

- SWAT?

- SWAT.

Who is he gonna play his money?

SWAT for a hundred thousand. Even odds.

My book. I'll fit the odd.

Three to one,

and if he gives you any push back,

tell him that Mexican Jew said,

go to hell and take his mom.

I hope they got their last shipment of guns.

Now make me some money, Frank.

Frankenstein! Frankenstein!

Frankenstein! Frankenstein...

Forward.

To the left. All clear!

Clear, sector one.

Breach team, move out.

Go, go, go!

Hold up!

- Back it up.

- Go, go!

Tell me we got cameras in there?

Yeah, we have got

cameras everywhere.

Go left.

Left, clear.

Go right.

Go right, clear.

Two tango down!

Sector two, report.

Copy that Foreman.

Spec ops, move.

Got eyes on nothing.

Yeah motherfuckers, let's go.

Now we get a little!

Send me the best you got warden,

I'll send them back to you skinned,

gutted and quartered.

You may be in charge out there,

but this is my city.

This is the Sprawl!

Get around the first corner.

Hello?

This isn't gonna play well

in the Washington Post tomorrow.

I know, Mr Valentine.

Well, then you know

that I got Congress

at my ass about the

sprawl and morality.

Frankenstein is out of control,

his legion is growing.

The government is gonna

take back my prison

unless we shut down Frankenstein,

and shutting down now!

When I took over Weyland International

I was tasked with a

very specific directive.

Clean up the sprawl

and put an end to Frankenstein.

More importantly, Death race.

Our contracts up in five years,

and we got a

lot of invest in that

human garbage dump.

So when I get pulled in to a

congressional oversight committee

what should I say to the

435 members of the house?

Well, tell them that we're

doing our best, but...

But what? We can't control a

bunch of sociopath gear heads,

and Frankenstein is

even more legendary

now the death race is illegal?

- I can handle Frankenstein, sir.

- Really?

Cause from where I see,

Frankenstein is making

you look like a chump.

He's gathering his team amounting

what adds up to a small army.

You can't shut him

down from the outside.

He's just a mask.

Anybody can wear the mask.

His disciples, inside and out, need to

see him suffer, humiliate in the feet.

He needs to die during death race,

and die bloody.

He loses Death Race,

he loses his power.

That's how you take back our prison.

Make it happen or I will.

What I'm about to feed you

is going to taste bitter.

You have found yourself

in a no win situation.

There are two options!

Die or survive.

You will not be given clothes.

What you're wearing

is what you'll wear.

You will not be given

a place to sleep,

you will not be given jack sh*t,

except maybe

a bullet in the brain!

If you are lucky, rest assured,

there are no virgins

within these walls,

because life has f***ed you all.

The sprawl is 88,000 acres

of bad sh*t about to happen.

The containment zone warehouses

420,000 of the worst...

of the worst offenders.

Best advice, learn how to run.

Learn how to fight!

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