Death Race 2050 Page #3

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we kicked them all in the ass!

The only thing that can kill an

American is another American!

It's survival of the fittest,

do or die.

Citizens, get ready

to race for your lives!

(ENGINES REVVING)

ABE:
Rerouting.

You think science can defeat

the divine truth?

Math is for

heathens and nerds!

(ENGINE REVVING)

I swear by St. Dwayne "The Rock"

Johnson, I will slap that sinful tramp.

Boo-yeah!

Shouldn't we go back?

I don't go back.

What are you doing?

Oh, brother. Motherf***er!

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

How about

a burial at sea!

Let him pass.

(ENGINE REVS)

(CRASHING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Time to shine.

(ROPE STRAINING)

(GRUNTING)

I am Perfectus!

How you like me now, America?

Meh.

Well, looks like we lost him.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(VISOR HISSING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What?

What!

No one's ever seen your face.

The mask is a gimmick!

And plus, it's itchy!

And in the future,

would you mind not yelling out

stupid things like, "Let him pass!"

Right, no,

you never let anybody pass.

The next thing, you're gonna be

yelling out, like, "Are you crazy?

"Is this a suicide move?"

I think I already know

the answer to both of those.

Just pipe down.

Look, it's just

that I was terrified.

(SIGHS)

It's easy,

just try to face the inevitability

of a violent death.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Hmm.

He took the f***ing mask off. The

marketing guys are gonna go nuts.

(EXHALES DEEPLY, GRUNTS)

Job, jobs, jobs,

I'm just creating jobs.

Don, do you like your job?

Yes, I'm happy to be

gainfully employed, sir.

Do you like Frankenstein?

Um... Do you?

CROWD:
(CHANTING) Frankenstein!

Frankenstein! Frankenstein!

I did.

(BEEPING)

(GROANS, GRUNTING)

(BEEPING)

Hey, yo, b*tch!

(MOANING)

Unplug that sh*t and

find yourself a real man!

F***ing Creamer!

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(MACHINE BEEPS)

ABE:
Warning, meltdown

imminent- (ALARM BEEPING)

That'll do.

ABE:
Attack, attack!

Attack, attack!

Oh, what the f***!

(GROWLS) Oh! Sh*t's about to

get real up in this b*tch!

CHILD:
Come on.

We're out of Mood-Whiz again!

Honey, I'm trying to

watch the Death Race.

Come on, this is more

than cracker topping.

This is a delicious treatment for clinical

depression! (CHILDREN CHATTERING)

"For the treatment

of hunger and mild psychosis"?

Maybe you need

the extra strength!

(LAUGHING)

(BEEPS)

(EXCLAIMING)

Yay! Ga-ga-ga-gooey!

(EXCLAIMING)

What a fantastic kill,

ladies and gentlemen!

And with judges approving

her pre-race spectator kills,

Tammy is out to a comfortable

lead with style!

Now, each driver has split off

into their own preferred route,

as they race toward

tonight's first checkpoint.

Check, please!

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