Death Race Page #6

the tombstone...

in a matter of seconds.

My advice, either

lose him or kill him.

Unhook the napalm.

Get on my lap.

What?

Get on my lap.

What the hell?

Merry Christmas, a**hole.

Oh, sh*t.

Nice work.

Where's he going?

A shortcut. Punch it.

We can beat him.

Look out.

Grimm, Colt and Siad are gone.

Six remaining drivers alive.

Subscribe to Stage 2 now.

We have 14 hours,

gentlemen, so

let's get to work.

Starting with this.

So what happened

out there, Case?

He got distracted.

He got distracted?

Coach.

What?

Look at this.

The oil sprayers work fine.

Well, I'll be damned.

Stop.

Last place.

It's too bad.

Look on the bright side.

Everyone loves a comeback.

What can I do for

you, Mr. Ames?

You sure are lucky

a driver like me...

just happened to turn up

in your prison when I did.

Oh, I'm more than lucky.

I'm blessed.

Sometimes it's like

the right hand of God...

is sitting on my shoulder.

I'm not racing tomorrow.

Go f*** yourself.

Wait.

Take his shackles off.

Please excuse us,

Mr. Ulrich.

And take Mr. James with you.

Do you recognize

these people?

Because your daughter will.

They're her new parents.

What's her name?

Piper.

That's the man she'll

grow up calling Daddy.

Unless you do

something about it.

Where is she now?

Oh, I'm sure I have her

address around here somewhere.

You're a smart man,

Mr. Ames.

Play my game, we

both go home happy.

The man who killed my

wife is in this prison.

I wonder what he'll say

when I ask him why he did it.

Why don't you look

in a mirror? Ask him.

Poor Piper. It must be hard...

growing up with

that knowledge.

That your father

killed your mother.

You wanted a monster.

Well, you've got one.

She has your eyes.

Her mother's.

So why don't you wear

a number, Coach?

Because I'm not a prisoner.

I qualified for parole

three years ago.

Got as far as the gate.

They got a name for it,

something-or-other syndrome.

The simple fact

is, the world's...

changed since I've

been in here.

Don't know it. Don't

much want to. But this?

This I know.

- What did they

send you away for?

Oh, plenty.

And nothing.

To what do we owe the

pleasure of your company?

I killed my wife.

Bullshit.

You're a hard man, but

you ain't no wife killer.

How do you know?

I've met my share.

But you, the way

you looked at her...

You couldn't do that if

you'd killed her mother. So...

I say bullshit.

Coach.

What would you say if I told...

you Hennessey had

my wife killed...

and me framed for it...

so she could bring me in

here to be her Frankenstein?

What would you say

to that bullshit?

Her name was Suzy.

I was always headed

here. Always knew.

She didn't.

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