Death Race Page #4

the track, another 12 on it.

You've already met the local

chapter of the Brotherhood.

Their driver, Pachenko,

has killed nine men

on the track.

Nobody knows how many off.

Travis Colt,

our local superstar.

Used to race for NASCAR.

Yeah, he was good, too.

Until he fell asleep behind

the wheel of his Mercedes...

with the help of a bottle of

scotch and a handful of ludes.

Wiped out the entire

patio of La Scala.

Sent a dozen people

to the hospital.

God damn it.

It killed three of them.

Technically the best

driver in here,

but a mean son

of a b*tch within.

Ladies.

I hear your man Frank

is still in the...

infirmary with 15

unhealed fractures.

I also hear he's not

gonna make the race.

You hear a lot.

Who's the new fish?

Grease monkey.

Well, well. Monkey.

I got a new name for you.

Igor.

'Cause you about the ugliest...

motherf***er in

this prison, yo.

Funny, huh?

You tell Frank

when you see him.

This race is

between me and him.

This time won't

be no infirmary.

It'll be the morgue.

I'll be sure to pass it on.

Let's get out of here, man.

Man, that is one angry homo.

Who are they?

Work detail.

Get to work on the

track for good behavior.

Those are GPS

tracking bracelets.

In case somebody

decides to go for a swim.

The ring.

This was the old Frank's.

It kind of melted

to his hand.

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein. Frankenstein.

Frankenstein. Frankenstein.

Frankenstein. Frankenstein.

A**holes.

He's all yours.

Don't talk to

the other drivers.

Frank never did.

Part of the mystique.

Let the mask do the work.

Here comes trouble.

There's our girl.

I'm Case.

Frank.

Funny, you don't

sound like Frank.

Don't sweat it.

I know.

I drove with Frank.

I'll watch your back.

Better than you

watched his, I hope.

Still here. Well, I guess I

got to work a little harder.

Get back to your

car, prisoner.

You sure know how

to make friends.

Case. This is mirrored glass.

No one can see in, so you...

might want to take

the mask off.

Unless you like

it under there.

How the hell did he

drive in that thing?

What?

You're better looking

than the last Frank.

A few crashes

should change that.

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