(TYRES SQUEAL) (SIREN BEEPS) Damn it! Rear armour? Shot to hell. You'd better drop back or - It's the last lap. We can win this. Why won'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. Shit! That's how you wanna do it? OK. 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. Captioning by IMS Subtitles. www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 40 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 pay cheque. 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. Thanks, man. Thanks, Jensen. (TANNOY) "Collect your final pay cheque and leave." "The main gates will be locked in 15 minutes." Get ready to be ripped off, boys. "Leave the premises in an orderly manner." "The main gates will be locked in 15 minutes." Cash or cheque? 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 cheque 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, like you guys! What the hell are you doing here?! Bastards! Shit! Ross! You OK, Ross? Rubber bullets. The assholes shot me. Hi, honey. 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. It's all they gave us. We'll make it last, we always do. I'll start early tomorrow. I think you're forgetting that I married you for your non-financial assets. Did you now? (BABY CRIES) Shhh. Daddy's home. Is it you who's making all that noise? What does little Piper want? Want a story? You know you won't understand it. (BOTH) But it'll be good practise for me. What the hell. Let's go crazy. Something smells good. Honey? Suzy. (SHOUTING) Stay on the ground! Stay on the ground! Don't move! Get up against the wall. Stop. Prisoner will step back. Happy holidays. Morning. Morning, Warden. Morning. Good morning, ma'am. Morning. There goes the baddest ass in the yard. Sound like you in love, woman. I am. Damn, I had to wake up for this? Alright, is it my imagination, or is this shit getting worse? What's this supposed to be? Oatmeal. I think. Who's the new guy? Jensen Ames. The driver? Never heard of him. Oh, yeah, I saw him race years ago, he was good. Did some time up state. 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 fuck out of here, man. 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? The guy kills women, rapes kiddies. What do you think we oughta do about that? Get on the ground now! Nobody move! Nobody move! I guess he didn't like the oatmeal either. Prisoner 77119, ma'am. Thank you, Mr Ulrich. This prison is the home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. The United States penal system sends me the worst of the worst. But the men you provoked, well,... let's just say, Mr Ames, that the life term you've joined us for may be a lot shorter than you think. I understand tradition. Shove it up the new guy, an ass-slapping good time had by all. (GROANS) Foul language is... an issue for me. Looking over your record, I couldn't help noticing your occupational history. It seems you have some talent behind the wheel. Out of curiosity, when was the last time you raced? It's been a while. I lost my licence. What if I could help you? Get my licence back? I had something else in mind. You're familiar with the Death Race and the driver the fans call Frankenstein? A man so disfigured by crashes that he's forced to wear a mask? His return to the track is highly anticipated. And therein lies my problem. No-one knows yet, but poor Frank died on the operating table, not long after his last race. Anyone can wear the mask. But not just anyone can drive the car. You have the skills I require to keep the legend alive. I want you to become Frankenstein. No, thanks. He's dead. Why don't you just tell the truth? The audience wants to see Frank again. He moves them. Inspires them. And, in this world, that's not so easy to come by. What makes you think, for a second,... I'd risk my life, doing this for you? Win five races, you go free. Those are the rules. And Frank has won four. Win one more,... ..you walk. Call it intuition, but... ..I don't think you belong in here with the rest of these animals. I might surprise you. The race is Friday and I need your decision. You're a skilled driver, your chances are good. I'm offering you your freedom, Mr Ames. If it's not worth risking your life for, what is? Turn her up and tighten the lines! Ma'am. You don't have to call me ma'am, you know that. This is Mr Ames. You know why he's here. Well, I do know. Race is less than a week away. I have great confidence in you. Well, then, I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Jensen Garner Ames. Moved to the States at 24 years old. Named after a car, the Jensen Interceptor, three-time local speedway champion. You've done your homework or do you just know everything? Jensen Interceptor. I had one. Handled like a school bus. Call me Coach. Everyone does. Gunner, Lists. This is Frank. I'll show you around. We have a fully-functioning auto shop, just like you'd find in the outside world. Each team has their own shop. We don't help them, they don't help us. To the inmates, you're Jensen Ames, new grease monkey. Nobody will know you're Frank except us on the team and a handful of guards. Nobody will talk. How can you be so sure? Hennessey. In here, she's judge, jury and executioner. The race is her baby. Anyone who threatens it, she kills. The audience for the race has halved since Frank's been out of the game and so has the corporation profit. That's why she needs you. What's back there? That's a good question. Hennessey's had a whole wing of prison in isolation for a month. Working on something. Time to meet the monster. Mustang V8 Fastback. Took the best, made it better. That's a V8 Rausch with a 5.4 litre with a Ford Racing supercharger putting out 850 horsepower and close to 700 - 700,000 torque with sequential multi port fuel injection. Plus a 250 HP Nos unit. Just in case. We had some fun customising a personal protection package. Three-quarter-inch steel plate. Front... and sides. Bullet-proof glass will be here, here and there. And, in the rear,... a six-inch solid steel shield we call... the tombstone. Oil, smoke and napalm for defence. And twin 30 millimetre belt-fed machine guns for offence. So, where's the ammo? We get that on race day. Pity. Yeah, everyone thinks that. First time. Thinks what? About turning the guns on the guards, about escaping. No, I wasn't thinking that. Well, I'm glad, because... Hennessey's got electric kill switches in all the guns in all the cars. All the guard towers are fortified and their gun's bigger than your gun. Did I mention the helicopters? Also the fact we're on an island, a mile from the nearest shoreline and the only way in or out is that one skinny bridge you came in on. What's that? The most important part of the car. The race takes place in three stages over three days. The first two stages, you just gotta try and get rid of as much of the competition as you can while getting your own skinny ass over the line. Third stage is where speed counts. First one over that line wins. Tomorrow morning, you meet your navigator. Case. She'll help you navigate the course, reload your weapons and help with running the car. I'd like to talk to her ahead of time, before the race. I'd like a big titty girl to lick peanut butter off my toes, ain't gonna happen. It's still a prison, man, she's a chick. They get bussed in from the women's facility up state. It's all about ratings, fast cars, pretty women. Machine gun Joe's the only one who has male navigators, cos he's gay. Actually, it's cos he goes through them so fast, the audience gets squeamish. Yeah, he goes through them, through their ass. He cuts each kill into his skin as a souvenir, right here. What about the rest of the drivers? List? 14K. First generation Chinese America, tenth generation Triad. His father sent him to business school. He's the only man in here who holds a degree from MIT. He's killed four men off the track. That we know of. Another seven on it. Hector Grim, the Grim Reaper. The man's a master. Clinical psychopath. Three-time consecutive life sentences. He's killed six men off the track, another 12 on it. You already met the local chapter of The Brotherhood. Their driver, Pachenko, has killed nine men on the track, nobody knows how many off. Travis Colt, our local superstar. He used to race for NASCAR. He was good too. Until he fell asleep behind the wheel of his Mercedes with the help of a bottle of Scotch and a handful of Ludes. Sent a dozen people to the hospital. Killed three of them. Technically, the best driver in here, but a mean son of a bitch with it. Ladies. I hear your man Frank is still in the infirmary. 15 unhealed fractures. I also hear he's not gonna make the race. You hear a lot. Who's the new fish? Grease monkey. Well, well, monkey. I got a new name for you. Igor. Cos you about the ugliest motherfucker in this prison. (LAUGHS) Funny, huh? You tell Frank, when you see him, this race is between me and him. This time won't be no infirmary,... it'll be the morgue. I'll be sure to pass it on. Let's get outta here, man. Man, that's one angry homo. Who are they? Work detail. They get to work on the track, for good behaviour. Those are GPS tracking bracelets. In case somebody decides to go for a swim. The ring. This was the old Frank's. Kind of melted to his hand. (SHOUTING) (ALL CHANT) Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Asshole. He's all yours. Don't talk to the other drivers, Frank never did. Part of the mystique. Let the mask do the work. Here comes trouble. (ALL CHEER / WHOOP) There's our girl. I'm Case. Frank. You don't sound like Frank. Don't sweat it, I know. I drove with Frank. I'll watch your back. Better than you watched his, I hope. (BANGING) Still here. Well, I guess I gotta work a little harder. Get back to your car, prisoner. You sure know how to make friends. Case. This is mirrored glass, no-one can see in, so you might wanna take the mask off. Unless you like it under there. How the hell did he drive in that thing? What? You're better looking than the last Frank. Few crashes will change that. Start the transmission. Three, two, one. And we're live, we're wired. Welcome to Death Race. Terminal Island Penitentiary hosts three days of the ultimate in auto carnage. Stage one of the race begins streaming live in ten minutes. Subscribe to stage one now for $99 or subscribe to all three stages for the low price of 250. Access to over 100 live camera feeds. Watch from the car of your favourite driver, see the action your way, uncensored and unedited. A full-on fight to the death, featuring four-time winner Frankenstein, three-time winner Machine Gun Joe, Pachenko, Travis Colt. Audience favourite Frankenstein resumes his bitter feud 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. 12 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 until lap two. "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? Left at 100 feet. 50. 20. Now! Punch it! Hard left up ahead. Seems to be handling himself. Wakey, wakey! Fuck. We're being passed, gotta catch up. Man, I know what I'm doing! Man, just leave that mother- 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 outta there! There's a short cut to the left. There! He's taking a short cut! You don't think I see that?! Activate swords and shields. The swords arm the main guns. The shields trigger the napalm, oil and smoke. Activate death heads. Death heads activated. Hit it, baby! (LAUGHS) Agh! Whoa! Score that one for the Reaper, baby! Thank you! Don't mention it. Come on, it's all clear. Fuck you, puto! Fuck you! We got guns! (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) (BEEPING) Look out! Oil! (TYRES SCREECHING) Woo! (LAUGHS) Damn! "Tu hermanos puto!" mother fucker! Oh, yeah! Woo! What the fuck?! (ENGINE SPLUTTERING) We gotta get back in the race! (SHOTS FIRING) (TYRES SCREECHING) (TRAIN HORN HOOTING) (SHOUTING) (PANTS) (CREAKING) I'm the fucking Reaper baby, you can't kill me. You can burn me. Heh, you can fuckin' shoot me, but you just can't mother-fuckin' kill me! Get that off my window when we get back. We're streaming to 46 million viewers, ma'am. I'm back! (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) Thank... My pleasure. Shield, up ahead! Son of a bitch! Just stole a Shield from Colt! (BEEPING) Defence weapons are on. (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) Let him have it. The napalm won't fire. Smoke. No smoke, no oil, no napalm? Again? (TYRES SCREECHING) (SHOTS FIRING) (LAUGHS) (SHOTS FIRING) (LAUGHS CRAZILY) Fuck, man! (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) Remember me, motherfucker?! (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) (SHOTS FIRING) Coach! The Tombstone won't take much more of this! (SHOTS FIRING) Frank, Case, those 50-calibre shells will be through the Tombstone in seconds. My advice, either lose him or kill him. (LAUGHS CRAZILY) Unhook the napalm. (SHOTS FIRING) Get on my lap! What? Get on my lap! (SHOTS FIRING) Argh! What the hell? Merry Christmas, asshole! Aw, shit! (SCREAMS) (TYRES SCREECHING) Nice work. (TYRES SCREECHING) Where's he goin'? Shortcut. Punch it, we can beat him. Look out! (LAUGHS) (HARD ROCK MUSIC) "Grim, Colt, and Siad are gone. Six remaining drivers alive." "Subscribe to stage two now." We have 14 hours, gentlemen, so let's get to work. Starting with this. (GRUNTING) So what happened out there, Case? Got distracted. He got distracted? Coach! What?! Look at this! Oil sprays were fine. Well, I'll be damned. Stop. What can I do for you, Mr Ames? You're all 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 fuck yourself. Wait. Take his shackles off. Please excuse us, Mr Ulrich. And take Mr James with you. Do you recognise 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's 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. 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 eye. Her mother's. So, why do you wear a number, Coach? Because I'm not a prisoner. I qualified for parole three years ago. I 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'd they send you away for? Oh, plenty. And nothing. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company? I killed my wife. Bullshit. Well, you're a hard man but you ain't no wife-killer. And how do you know? I've met my share. And you, the way you look at her. You couldn't do that if you killed her mother, so,... ..I say bullshit. (DISTANT SHOUTING) 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, I always knew. She didn't. She was my chance at something else. And that bitch took her away from me. "The days may be long on the land which the Lord, I giveth thee." Thou shalt not... ..kill. (ELECTRICAL WHIRRING) (LOUD ELECTRICAL WHIRRING) You should take a break, get some sleep. I'm OK. (LOUD ELECTRICAL WHIRRING) Concentration for the race, that's what you need. Get your rest. (FOOTSTEPS) Maybe you're right. I'll take that break after all. Good call. The guy can't grind for shit. (DISTANT ELECTRICAL WHIRRING) (SHOUTS) (GRUNTS) Move! Lookin' for me? Hold him. (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) You killed my wife. (GRUNTS) Well, then, maybe I did. I don't care if the queen bitch wants to save you for the track. Nobody disrespects the Brotherhood and lives. Put him down. I'm gonna take your head. (GRUNTS) (GASPS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) Agh! (SCREAMS) (PANTS) Who is this fuck?! (GRUNTS) (SCREAMS) (SCREAMS) (SCREAMS) (GLASS SMASHING) (GRUNTS) Just... Just let me go. Let me go, man. (METAL SCRAPING) I'll do anything. You're gonna die here. Fuck you! Agh! Now, now, boys. Let's save that for the track, huh? (SIZZLING) Coach! Take a look at this. What the hell are they building in here? We'll find out soon enough. (BREATHES HEAVILY) Prisoner. It's time to get ready. "Welcome to the next instalment of Death Race." "Stage Two begins. Grim, Cold and Siad are gone." "Six remaining drivers alive. 14K,..." "..Pachenko,..." "..Riggins,... Carson,..." ..three-time winner, Machine Gun Joe." "And starting from the back of the grid, his arch rival, Frankenstein." "This could be the last time we see Frankenstein race." "Just one more victory and he wins his freedom." "If Joe doesn't kill him first." "Over 50,000,000 viewers have already subscribed." "Don't miss this epic battle. Subscribe to Stage Two now." (ENGINE STARTING) (ENGINE REVVING) (ENGINE STARTING) (ALL ENGINES REVVING) Pay attention! (ENGINE REVVING) (TYRES SCREECHING) Where is he? What are you doing? What's he doing? He's dropping back. He's not even trying to race. We're gonna have a little talk. We're gonna be done by the time we leave the tunnel. Did you kill the old Frank? What? Tunnel comes up fast. Remember what happened to that napalm canister? It'd be a real shame for that to happen to you. Did you kill the old Frank? I sabotaged his rear weapons. Why? Hennessy. She said she'd sign my release papers. It's my life back. And you killed him, too. I didn't kill him. He wouldn't quit. I just wanted to make sure he didn't win. Why would Hennessy want that? To keep Frank here, racing. (ENGINE REVVING) Yesterday? She wanted me to set you back. So, I'm not supposed to win either? Just to make it exciting. (ENGINE REVVING) That's all I wanted to know. Hold tight. (WHOOSHING) (TYRES SCREECHING) Come on! Lap two! (ENGINE ROARING) (TYRES SCREECHING) Damn! He's going after Pachenko. (ENGINE REVVING) (TYRES SCREECHING) (TYRES SCREECHING) (TYRES SCREECHING) Shields ahead. Take defence. No. (BEEPING) There's someone I need to kill. You're out in front, who you gonna shoot at? (BEEPING) You're a dead man! (MACHINE GUN FIRING) (LAUGHS) (GUNSHOTS) I told you to take defence! (TYRES SCREECHING) (SHOTS FIRING) He's too heavily armoured! (GUNSHOTS) (BEEPING) (TYRES SCREECHING) Fuck! (GUNSHOTS) Hit the smoke. (SCREAMS) (TYRES SCREECHING) (GRUNTS) (SPLUTTERS) (TYRES SCREECHING) This is a race, you don't go backwards. (PANTS) (TYRES SCREECHING) And you don't get out of the car. It was Hennessy. Hennessy. I know. She's next. (ENGINE PURRING) I got it. Frank's out of his car. What? He stepped out of his car! OK, I see it. I need guns. Yeah, Sword coming up in 50 yards. What happened? I don't know. Somebody must've grabbed them. What you mean somebody grabbed them? Look man, I thought it was lit. What you mean, you thought? Man, get the fuck outta my car! What? I said get the fuck outta my car! (ENGINE REVVING) (TYRES SCREECHING) (TYRES SCREECHING) Oh, hell, no! Come on, man! Listen, let me get you - Wait man, wait! Wait! Wait! (ALL SHOUT) Don't let me down, boy. (TYRES SCREECHING) Release the Dreadnaught. Coach! Oh. Well, I guess we know what she was buildin' now. Activate weapons. (GUNSHOTS) (TYRES SCREECHING) (GUNSHOTS) (EXPLOSION) (TYRES SCREECHING) Jesus Christ! (MISSILES WHISTLING) (MACHINE GUN FIRING) (GUNSHOTS) (WHISTLING) (EXPLOSION) (GUNSHOTS) (GUNSHOTS) Coach, any ideas? Just have to tough it out, I guess. Hennessy will take it off after she's pumped up the ratings. Are you sure about that? (TYRES SCREECHING) (GUNSHOTS) (GUNSHOTS) (GUNSHOTS) Where the hell is that thing going? (TYRES SCREECHING) (MACHINE GUN FIRING) (MACHINE GUN FIRING) (WOMAN SCREAMS) (MAN SCREAMS) (SCREAMS) (SQUELCHING) Agh! Ah! (GUNSHOTS) (TYRES SCREECHING) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (SIGHS) Fuck me. (GUNSHOT / EXPLOSION) Lists. Receiving. Patch me through to another car. On it. Joe? Who is this? It's Frank. What do you want? How about we play a little offence? I hope you know what you're doing. (GUNSHOTS) (GUNSHOTS) (WHISTLING / EXPLOSION) (GRUNTS) (ENGINE REVVING) (GUNSHOTS) (LOUD BANG) (EXPLOSION) Woo! (ALL CHEER) (CHEERING / WHOOPING) Now that's entertainment. Damn it! (CHEERING) (RATTLING) (ALL CHANT) Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Nice reflexes there, Igor. Race car reflexes. You look lost, pal. No, not this time. Got this feeling that you and Frank are close. Real close. That weird accent, you even kind of sound like him. I was wondering, what if you... got in an accident? Would that throw Frank off his game a little bit? I doubt it. The sick fucked up guy that he is. He might just want to kill you. Ah. That's cool. So I guess I'll... see him later,... right? Let's roll. Ma'am, with all respect, what're we going to do? We're going to kill him, of course. You want me to kill Frankenstein? Don't be stupid. Frankenstein can't die. After all, he's just a mask. "Tonight is the final leg of the Death Race." "And perhaps a new champion will arise." "A five times winner." The first man ever to gain his freedom. The world gave you to me because you were not fit to be a part of it. You were not fit to be husbands. You were not fit to be fathers. And were too dangerous to live with the rest of us. What is this shit, man? But when you race tonight, know that the eyes of the world are upon you. And know that the very same world which rejected you now lives and breathes with you, and it draws inspiration from your courage. No-one's ever gonna win five races. So, race well. Nobody's ever getting out of here. And know that I consider you all... ..my heroes. I wanna show you something. "You can't kill me. You can't kill me. "I'm the fucking Reaper." "You can burn me, you can shoot me,.. ..but you just motherfuckin' - " There. Gunner, Lists. Will Hennessy's inspectors care if we add a half gallon of reserve tank? Another half gallon? You got a tank that holds 35 gallons. What the hell do you want another half gallon for? Coach? Let's give the man what he wants. Hey, where you going? Oh, this is not good. Real brave coming over here. I'm gonna win this race cos I want out of this shit hole. I've already won three races. Two more and I'm smoking Cohibas in Miami. Frank might wanna think about that. Cos I'm gone,... outta here. Then maybe it's his turn. Maybe he's thinking it's the other way around. From here on out, stay the fuck out of my pit. Hey. I think you and Frank should have a little talk. 'Welcome to the final instalment of Death Race.' 'Seven men dead. Siad, Grim, Colt, Pachenko, Carson, Riggins, and 14K are all dead.' 'Just Frankenstein and Machine Gun Joe survive.' 'Frank, racing for his freedom, Joe doing anything to stop him.' 'It's "mano e mano" and there will be no mercy.' 'Tonight, only one man will walk off this track alive.' 'A record 70 million are already watching.' 'Join them. Subscribe to the final stage now.' It's an honour to navigate for you. They call me Nathan - Save it. We won't have time to get acquainted. (ENGINE STARTING) What the hell are those? Model 7 Russian State's Armoury RPGs. Armour piercing, self-arming, accurate to a thousand yards. That's what I thought. (ENGINE PURRING) Prisoner, step back. (DOOR SLAMMING) (FOOTSTEPS) I thought maybe you could use a little inspiration. Your release papers. They're already signed. All you have to do is walk off that track alive. Well, ...and win, of course. But if you do win, I want you to think about staying here. As Frankenstein. With me. Yeah. I can see the appeal. What would you do with your freedom? Go back to your daughter? That's the idea. The thing is, are you really the best future she could possibly have? Are you really daddy material or deep down are you something else? If you decided that out there on that track is where you belong, it would be the most unselfish act of love I've ever seen. Just something to think about. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't need a lot of calls or text. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't need a lot of calls or text. You need data ` for dating sites, like Honey Badger. (LAUGHS) You do have a girlfriend. You need less data and more calls ` lovey-dovey calls. # You make me... # You don't have a girlfriend again. She won't return your calls. You need more text. Things change. Now your Prepay can too. Get more of what you need and less of what you don't with Vodafone My Flex Prepay. What's this? Small modification. So, Hennessy tells me if you're going to win, I'm supposed to stop you. Oh, yeah? Yeah. Sounds like the odds are stacked against us. Then, do what you do best... Drive. (ENGINES REV / HIGH-OCTANE MUSIC) Gentlemen, this should be interesting. (ENGINE REVS) (TYRES SCREECH) Lit sword up ahead. Deactivate that. Sir? Just do it. Switch it back on. Weapons are up! Damn it! (MACHINE-GUN FIRE) Shit! Lit shield up ahead! Damn it! What happened? Hennessey must've deactivated it. Bitch! Light me up. It's party time. Coach, we gotta get the firepower. Nothing lit for a half lap. We won't last that long! Drop the tombstone. What? Do it. On my mark. Three,... ..two,... ..one! Mark. Damn it! Ha! That shit don't work twice, playboy! Shit. Lit shield in quarter lap. Do you hear that? Lit shield in the quarter lap. He's coming up fast. Let them get the shield. Keep the viewers interested. Sonofabitch! He got the shield! Arm the explosive. Just in case. Yo, Frankenfreak. This villager's got a pitchfork, and it's headed straight up your ass. What just happened? (ALL CHEER) Yeah! Yeah, Frank! They're off the track. They're escaping. They're headed for the bridge. Their weapons. Hit the kill switches. 70 million viewers, ma'am. They're all watching. Shut the webcast down. Shut it down! Shut the fucking computers down now! (SIRENS WAIL) Get out! Get out! Get out! Now! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Hey, yo, Frankenstein. "It's good we had that little talk." We gave that bitch a good show, huh? Give me that! OK, cocksucker, fuck with me, and we'll see who shits on the sidewalk. Somebody's mad right now. Nobody fucks with my car. Sonofabitch! Get the choppers in the air! Come on. Off the ground. Go, go, go! (SIRENS WAIL) We're not gonna get very far. We can't outrun 'em. You're right. Now would be a good time. Very nice modification. "That extra half-gallon reserve tank should see you to the finish." Bon voyage, Frank. Choppers have a visual, ma'am. Good luck, Joe. Get me a pilot. I need to talk to a pilot right now. OK. You're on. Stay with Frankenstein! Don't lose him. You sure you're up for this? I'm sure. I owe it to Frank. Hennessey gave me my release papers. They have to let me out. They've stopped him, ma'am. Keep your hands where we can see them. You are under arrest! I repeat, keep your hands where we can see them! You are under arrest! Hey, Igor. Merry Christmas. Come on. Let's get outta here. (TRAIN RATTLES) Nice! The fact you have duds like these might make someone question your - My taste? Yeah. So to speak. I don't know about you, but I'm headed to Miami. Miami's good. I'll meet you down there. Once I got my baby girl. It's a shame I didn't get to take care of that bitch Hennessey. Yeah. That is a shame. Frankenstein has been retrieved. And, ma'am, ratings are off the charts. Gifts and congratulations are already coming in. You win again. Mr Ulrich,... ..I always win. Damn... (BEEPING) ..I love this game. So, we had to fix this car? How many times we gonna keep doing this, man? It's not gonna start. Agh! Damn it! You say you want me to live the life of a honest man, huh? Yep! You better get used to it. Hey, Igor... # I got, got the mojo # I'm so sexy # Remain a mystery # Cos everybody always want what they can't see # And what they can't have And what they can't grab # And what they can't buy And, baby, that's me # Keep callin' me, callin' me Callin' me, baby # Keep callin' me, callin' me Callin' me, baby # What took you so long? Had trouble getting my papers approved. Wait here. There's someone I want you to meet. Look at her! She has beautiful eyes. They're her mother's. Where'd you get the rims? I won it. Card game. Yeah, right! No, really. How many horsepower's in this engine? 500. 'Someone once asked me, did I think I was the best future for my little girl?' 'No-one in this world is perfect. Heaven knows I'm not.' 'But I love her more than anyone else possibly could. In the end,... that's all that matters.'