Death Race

Ha, ha.

Damn it.

Rear armor.

Shot to hell.

You'd better drop back to--

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, motherfucker.

Mark.

Shit!

Fuck.

That's how

you wanna 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.

Still can't believe they

closed it down just like that.

I'm gonna miss

is my paycheck.

The only thing

Well, it was honest work

for honest men.

Well, 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

paychecks and leave the premises

in an orderly manner.

The main gate will be locked

in 15 minutes.

Fuckin' bloodsuckers.

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.

there's the complaint box.

Next.

You don't like it,

They never get it.

Self-fulfilling prophecy.

We're honest workers.

We're just like you guys.

What the hell

are you doing here?

Bastards.

Shit.

Ross.

Oh, shit.

You okay, Ross?

Rubber bullets.

The asshole shot me.

Hi, honey.

I'm 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'm gonna start looking

tomorrow.

that I married you for

your nonfinancial assets.

I think you're forgetting

Did you, now?

Mm-hmm.

Shh. Shh.

Daddy's home.

Was it you who was

making all that noise?

What does little Piper want?

You want a story?

You know

you won't understand it.

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.

On the ground.

Drop it.

Stay on the ground.

Stay on the ground.

Stay where you are.

Stay on the ground.

Don't move.

Get up against the wall.

God!

Stop.

Prisoner

will step back.

Happy holidays.

I ain't tryin'

Good morning.

Morning, Warden.

Good morning.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

There goes the baddest ass

on the yard.

Sound like you in love,

homie.

I am.

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