Death Race 2 Page #3

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in human history.

Welcome to Death Match.

Our first fighter, a murderer serving

four consecutive life sentences,

Xander Grady!

ANNOUNCER:
Xander,

His opponent,

leader of the Terminal Island Triads,

he currently ranks second on the kill board,

he was Interpol's third most wanted

until his arrest in Los Angeles last year,

ANNOUNCER:
14K one submission, 14 kills.

The combatants are picked by lottery

randomly each week.

There are two ways to win.

Kill your opponent, or make him submit.

ANNOUNCER:
There are several

pressure plates that, when activated,

can give a fighter access

to a variety of weapons.

But they only have 10 seconds

to access them.

If no fighter has won,

both fighters are killed.

ANNOUNCER:
Dim the lights.

The carnage is about to begin.

You're number one!

Yo, baby, you're my number one!

(BELL RlNGS)

Chinese bastard!

(SCREAMlNG)

(GRUNTlNG)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(BEEPlNG)

(SlREN SOUNDlNG)

Something's not right.

What're you talking about?

Die!

(GROANlNG)

(YELLlNG)

(BEEPlNG)

(BOTH GRUNTlNG)

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

CROWD:
(CHANTlNG)

You want it? Huh?

Let go, man!

(SCOFFS)

l will never give up!

(SCREAMlNG)

-He quit!

-No!

Another f***ing submission!

He quit!

-14K! 14K!

-ANNOUNCER:
Tonight's winner,

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

Death Match is a trademark

of Weyland International.

Fighters are convicted violent felons.

Acts should not be duplicated at home.

Exactly what the f***

do you think you are doing?

You are done.

Done!

Lights out!

Hey, baby.

The numbers from the overnights are in.

What do l pay you for?

The ratings are down again. This time, 20%.

Now, you better reverse the trend,

or l'll find someone who can.

Are you sure?

Yes, l'm sure. Now, you make my

motherfucking money. You understand me?

LlSTS:
lt's a strict Triad code.

Whoever spills the blood of a Triad,

they're sworn to take that person's life.

Xander killed a Triad last match.

lt defies logic why he wouldn't kill him

if he had the chance.

Hey, kid,

l'm not looking for a best friend, okay?

So, just leave me alone.

GOLDBERG:
Carl Lucas. (LAUGHS)

-Chill. Chill, man.

-GOLDBERG:
Relax.

You've been assigned to our work detail.

That's Rocco,

l'm Goldberg.

-Goldberg, huh?

-Yeah.

What are you, like, the...

You, like, the last Mexican Jew, or what?

(LAUGHS)

Yeah. l killed all the rest.

Okay. So, this work detail,

what are we looking at?

And don't tell me we're washing underwear.

-ROCCO:
No.

-l don't care what you're into.

l'm not washing anybody's underwear.

(ALL CHUCKLlNG)

On your feet, Lucas. Warden wants you.

That'll be all.

Carl Lucas, arrested 22 times

over a span of 20 years.

But nothing ever stuck,

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