Death Race Page #5
featuring four-time
winner Frankenstein.
Three-time winner
Machine Gun Joe.
Pachenko.
Travis Colt.
Audience favorite
Frankenstein...
resumes his bitter
grudge match...
with Machine Gun Joe.
Frankenstein returns to the...
track after a
six-month absence.
They've missed him.
He's the man that
just won't die.
Twelve million hits
on his angle alone.
He hasn't even
started the engine.
We'll do 45 million
viewers today.
So, what are you in for?
They say I killed a cop.
Did you do it?
Yeah.
Bad cop?
Good cop.
Lousy husband.
Frank, Case,
you read me?
We hear you.
This is a three-lap race.
Hennessey doesn't activate
the weapons till lap two.
Now remember, it's first
come, first served, ...
so it pays to
be out in front.
This is it. Countdown.
You're sure he can deliver?
Jog left to 100 feet.
Now.
Punch it. Hard left up ahead.
He seems to be
handling himself.
Wakey-wakey.
We're being passed.
Man, I know what I'm doing.
Hey, just leave
that motherf***er...
Shut up, man.
I know what the
hell I'm doing.
What you gonna do?
You can't go head-to-head
with Joe like this.
He'll tear you apart.
You read me?
Listen to him, before
you get us both killed.
Case, help him out of there.
There's a shortcut
to the left.
There.
He's taking the shortcut.
You don't think I see that?
Activate swords and shields.
The swords arm the main guns.
Shields trigger the
napalm, oil and smoke.
I know. I've seen
this race before.
You think you know. It takes
You have to make contact with
all four tires simultaneously.
Anything else I'm missing?
Don't get me started.
Activate death heads.
Death heads activated.
Feel it, baby.
Score another one
for the Reaper, baby.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
Come on. All clear.
F*** you, puto.
F*** you.
We got guns.
Look out. Oil.
Damn.
Your mother's a puta,
motherf***er.
What the f***?
We got to get
back in the race.
I'm the f***ing Reaper, baby.
Can't kill me.
You can burn me.
You can f***ing
shoot me, but you...
just can't
motherfucking kill me.
Get that off my window
when we get back.
We're streaming to 46
million viewers, ma'am.
Offensive weapons are up.
It's on.
F***.
It's jammed.
Cover me.
Jesus Christ.
Hold tight, Case.
I'm back.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
Shield up ahead.
That son of a b*tch.
He just stole
a shield from Colt.
Defense weapons are on.
Let him have it.
The napalm won't fire.
Smoke.
No smoke? No oil?
No napalm?
Again?
F***, man.
Remember me, motherf***er?
Coach.
The tombstone won't take
much more of this.
Frank, Case, those 50 caliber...
shells will be through
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