Death Race Page #2

not so easy to come by.

What makes you

think for a second

I would risk my life

doing this for you?

Win five races,

you go free.

Those are the rules.

And Frank has won four.

Win one more,

you walk.

Call it intuition,

but...

I don't think you

belong in here...

with the rest

of these animals.

I might surprise you.

The race is Friday, and

I need your decision.

Ten seconds from now,

I will retract this offer,

and extend it to Prisoner

who, clearly not

of your caliber,

will be quite

enthusiastic about it.

And you, unfortunately,

will need to...

spend your incarceration

in solitary.

Since now I know your

dirty little secret.

I'm sure you'll find

solitary preferable...

to what Mr. Pachenko and his

friends have in mind for you.

You're a skilled driver.

Your chances are good.

I'm offering you your

freedom, Mr. Ames.

If it's not worth risking

your life for, what is?

All right, turn her

up and tighten...

the lines. She's hemorrhaging.

Ma'am.

You don't have to

call me 'ma'am.'

You know that.

This is Mr. Ames.

You know why he's here.

Oh, I do now.

The race is less

than a week away.

I have great

confidence in you.

Well, then, I'll leave

you two to get acquainted.

Jensen Garner Ames.

Moved to the States

at 24 years old.

Named after a car,

the Jensen Interceptor.

A three-time local

speedway champion.

You've done your homework.

Or do you just

know everything?

Jensen Interceptor.

I had one.

Handled like a school bus.

Call me Coach.

Everyone does.

Gunner. Lists.

This is Frank.

I'll show you around.

We have a fully

functioning auto shop,

just like you'd find

in the outside world.

Each team has their own shop.

We don't help them.

They don't help us.

To the inmates,

you're Jensen Ames,

the new grease monkey.

Nobody will know you're

Frank except us on the team...

and a handful of the guards.

Nobody will talk.

How can you be so sure?

Hennessey. In here, she is

judge, jury and executioner.

The race is her baby.

Anyone who threatens

it, she kills.

The audience for

the race has halved...

since Frank's been

out of the game,

and so has the

corporation's profit.

That's why she needs you.

What's back there?

That's a good question.

Hennessey's had a

whole wing of...

the prison in

isolation for a month.

Working on something.

Time to meet the Monster.

Mustang V8 Fastback.

Took the best

and made it better.

That's a V8 Roush 5.4 liter...

with a Ford Racing

supercharger...

putting out 850

horsepower and close to...

Seven hundred

pounds of torque...

with sequential

multi-port fuel injection.

Looks like there's

a 250 hp NOS unit.

Just in case.

Then we had some

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