Death Race

Damn it.

Rear armor?

Shot to hell.

You better drop back...

It's the last lap.

We can win this.

Why don't this son

of a bitch just die?

Oil.

Out.

Smoke.

Finished.

Give me the napalm.

Nothing works.

Drop the tombstone.

On my mark. Three,

two,

one.

I got you now,

motherf*cker.

Mark.

Shit.

F*ck.

That's how you want

to do it? Okay.

He's still coming.

Our tank is exposed.

He's got us, Frank.

You have to drop back.

It's a quarter mile to

the line. I can make it.

Sayonara, Frankie.

Punch out.

I'm sorry.

Forty years.

Longer than my marriage.

Sounds like you're

gonna miss this place.

I still can't believe they...

closed it down.

Just like that.

The only thing I'm gonna

miss is my paycheck.

Well, it was honest

work for honest men.

I got a family to feed,

and there's no work out there.

I hear they might be

hiring down at the docks.

Five men, maybe.

Hey, thanks, man.

Thanks, Jensen.

Collect your final

paycheck and leave.

The main gate will be

locked in 15 minutes.

Get ready to be

ripped off, boys.

Collect your paycheck

and leave...

the premises in an

orderly manner.

The main gate will be

locked in 15 minutes.

Cash or check?

Better make it cash.

$300.

I worked 120 hours

the last two weeks.

Cash fee. Next.

Cash fee?

You wanted cash,

there's a fee.

You want a check instead?

Seeing as the company's out

of business, not exactly.

You don't like it, there's

the complaint box. Next.

They never get it.

Self-fulfilling prophecy.

We're honest workers.

We're just like you guys.

What the hell are

you doing here?

You bastards.

Shit. Shit.

Ross.

You okay, Ross?

Rubber bullets,

the assholes.

Come on.

Come on.

Hi, honey.

Hi. Sorry I'm so late.

Nice day at work?

Yeah. Just fine.

Give me that shirt.

They called the riot

police. It got ugly.

I don't deserve you.

You're a good man,

Jensen Ames.

And it doesn't matter what

anyone else thinks but me.

So, $300. That's

all they gave us.

We'll make it last.

We always do.

I'll start looking tomorrow.

I think you're forgetting

that I married you...

for your

non-financial assets.

Did you now?

Mmm-hmm.

Daddy's home. Is it you

who was making all that noise?

What does little

Piper want? Want a story?

You know you

won't understand it.

But it will be good

practice for me.

But it will be good

practice for me.

What the hell.

Let's go crazy.

Something smells good.

Honey?

Suzy?

Stay on the ground.

Stay on the ground.

Drop the knife.

Do not resist.

Stay on the ground.

Stay where you are.

Stay on the ground.

Don't move.

Move.

Get up against the wall.

Scrub yourself.

Stop.

Prisoner will step back.

Happy holidays.

They slipped.

Good morning.

Morning.

Morning, Warden.

Morning.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

There goes the baddest

ass in the yard.

Sound like you're

in love, homie.

I am.

Damn. I had to

wake up for this?

All right, is it

my imagination,

or is this shit

getting worse?

Like, what is this

supposed to be?

Oatmeal.

I think.

Man, how do you

f*ck up oatmeal?

Who's the new guy?

Jensen Ames.

The driver?

Never heard of him.

Oh, yeah, I saw him race

years ago. He's good.

Did some time upstate.

Killed his career.

Holder of the fastest laps

at Willard, Union and Butler.

I hope he's as fast off

the track as he is on.

Never a dull day.

Let's get the f*ck

out of here.

Heads up.

It's Pachenko.

So you're the wife killer.

Takes a big man

to kill a woman.

I suppose you

rape kiddies, too.

You hear that,

everyone?

Guy kills women.

Rapes kiddies.

What do you think we

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