Death Race: Beyond Anarchy Page #3

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tried to jump me.

Yet you're the one who walked away.

I didn't say they were any good on it.

Let me whack him Frank.

He's nothing but a couple of drops of

sprouted from a sh*t filled

crack in the sidewalk.

Have we met before?

I don't think so.

I just got here.

And if we had, I wouldn't know.

You're hiding behind a mask.

This is my city.

No one speaks to me like that.

Kill that motherf***er!

Listen, you accuse me of stealing,

and I didn't steal anything.

I defended myself.

It's not my fault your boys weren't

up to the fight they picked.

Watch your back convict.

You're definitely

not from Long Beach.

You're making a habit to punch

above your weight... Convict!

Word is, you're looking for me.

Baltimore Bob?

Your balls must be

made out of titanium.

I've never seen anyone

talk to Frank like that.

You drive?

Yeah, I drive.

So, what are you in here for, Bob?

Let's just say I help people transition.

Press called me Dr Kill.

I was an oncologist.

Yeah, I read about you.

You saved 400 dying people.

Yeah, 432, and not all

of 'em were dying.

Some were living inconsequential lives,

and in as such they were already dead.

Come on, come on!

Get the truck!

The food is property of Frankenstein!

What the hell are they doing?

Feeding time.

Disciples of Frank.

They hijack the food shipments

and control the supply.

If you keep the populous hungry

they are easy to control.

Where do all the weapons

and cars come from?

Handmade, home-made,

we lick the bottom of the pad.

And we salvage whatever

sticks to our tongues.

Keep away from the meat,

all your motherf***er!

Die, motherf***er!

F*** you, Nazi f***!

You are the one

everybody's talking about?

News travels fast huh?

Small town, really.

Two hundred and twenty

six thousand to be exact.

We have about

19,000 deaths a year and...

22000 come over the wall.

Sorry, I'm doing it again.

Connor Gibson, meet Lists.

So what am I watching here?

It where the non-racers compete

for a spot in Death race.

How do you get a spot?

You have to win the Death Match.

Let the Death Match begin!

Our first contestant is all the way

from New York City, New York.

She's a killer and a thief,

and one sexy little b*tch of F.

Give it up for Gipsy Rose!

Next up, born in the tall corn and chicken

droppings of Oxford, Mississippi,

- We have a psychotic...

- Who is the girl?

Frank's main squeeze.

You know, standard guard

and parade pleasure model.

Carley J'adore, it's her stage name.

She was charged with

17 counts of human trafficking,

eight counts prostitution, and another

five counts of false imprisonment.

She is an ex cheerleader.

Ex porn star.

Exactly.

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