Death Race 2

Hey, are you gooks almost done?

Faggot.

-You are big motherfucker, yes? -Yeah.

Just moments ago, a full-scale riot broke out at Terminal Island Penitentiary.

As far as I can tell, there has been no action taken...

Lock down the bridge, keep the tower guards.

I want everyone else down here now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Of course I'm serious! Patch me live right fucking now!

Either you take me live or I tell your wife everything.

You got that, right?

What a shit match.

I would never have bet if I knew Spiro was injured.

-But you did, huh? -Yeah. Take your winnings.

The whole world's falling apart, and Manchester United with it.

When I came over here,

that clip was the first thing I ever bought with my own money, you know?

So, you take care of it. You look after it.

Look at you, profiting off football. He's never watched a match in his life.

That's 'cause it's fucking boring, that's why.

The world's greatest game.

I think it's the third world's greatest game, right?

What the fuck are you laughing at?

Excuse us, please.

About the bank,

it's important to me.

I know it is.

That's why I want to handle it my way, with my guys.

Well, Vinnie brought me this score.

My stipulation is that you're in charge, which is the way I want it.

-Can I count on you? -What do you think?

Yeah.

I know Vinnie and his boys are a bit green,

but what my nephew lacks in experience, he makes up for with enthusiasm.

Exactly what I'm worried about.

Look, he fucks up, Mr. Kane, he answers to me, okay?

It's going to be all right, Luke. Trust me.

Always do.

I know you do.

Come on. I've got something to show you.

What do you think?

This is for me?

-You don't like it? -I think it's beautiful.

I just think, maybe, you know, based on the kind of work I do,

you don't think it's a bit orange?

-You don't fucking like it. -Are you kidding me?

She's stunning.

I just wonder, you think I might stand out in this thing?

No, the more obvious you are, the less suspicious you appear.

So, like, hiding in plain sight kind of thing.

Precisely.

Okay.

Don't fuck it up.

Thank you both for coming.

Mr. Weyland, I'm not exactly sure why she's here,

but I know why I am, sir. I've failed you and I've disgraced the corporation.

Relax.

I'm surprised those animals don't kill each other with more regularity.

You're both here because this incident has created

a public relations nightmare for me.

Was something I said funny?

Well, you had a 48 share.

Your network's previous high was a seven.

What you call a nightmare I'd call a wet dream.

Mr. Weyland, I know that the network isn't your prime moneymaker.

But I can't believe that you don't realise what a gold mine you're sitting on.

Humour me, Miss Jones.

People are tired of fake violence

and fights staged by Vegas promoters.

The hatred that your inmates have

is pure. Can't be duplicated.

You're calling what happened today entertainment?

What exactly do you have in mind?

No, seriously, I gotta tell you,

this motherfucker's never carried a gun in 20 years working for my uncle.

-That right, Luke? -Vinnie, pay attention.

You got 60 seconds. You get in, you get out.

-No one gets hurt. -We know. Don't worry.

We got company. Get out of there.

Vinnie, you copy?

Don't worry about it, man. Don't stress out.

-Look, abort. Get out of there. -Chill, man.

Jonesy, abort. Abort. Get out of there.

-It's under control. -Fuck.

Get the fuck down! Get the fuck down! Don't look at me!

Freeze!

-Freeze! -What the fuck?

Hey!

Fucking idiot!

Twenty years and nobody got hurt.

You. Dumb fuck.

We're leaving now! Move!

-Shit! -Fuck!

-Shit! God damn it! -Go, go, go, man!

Come on, let's move!

Fuck this, then.

What are you looking at? Stop!

You're crazy!

-Move! -Freeze!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Go. Go, go, go, go!

-Get in the fucking car, Vinnie. -Right.

-Move! -Gotta go!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

You're going to get us fucking killed, like Terry.

The only motherfucker that got Terry killed was you. Fucking relax!

We're gonna blast our way through.

No one's getting blasted, you fucking understand me?

They're gaining on us. Luke, fuck, I ain't getting pinched.

What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck was that for?

-Fuck you. -Drop the fucking gun.

-Make a choice. -Fuck.

Your uncle is family.

It's the only fucking reason you guys are walking from this. Get out.

Get out the fucking car!

Chefs from Season 1 are back for redemption.

...and it appears there's even more...

...bank robbery suspect is caught red-handed...

Well, that's still yet to be confirmed, I'm afraid, Ron,

as busy King Street is starting to get back to normal right now.

Just a few hours ago, it was the scene of high tension as gunfire rang...

Of the foursuspects, one has been identified

as Carl Lucas, who is a known associate

-of alleged crime boss Markus Kane. -Fuck!

-We will now take you live downtown... -Fucking hell!

Fuck!

Stay where you are!

Hands up!

Take a last look at the mainland, boys.

You ain't gonna see her again once we cross this bridge.

Bridges. Lake Pontchartrain Causeway is the longest,

38-and-a-half kilometres long,

followed by Donghai Bridge, 32-and-a-half kilometres long.

-The King Fahd Causeway comes in third. -Fucking mumbling, stuttering bastard.

-Could you shut the fuck up? -Leave him alone.

Prattling on every 10 minutes.

-I'm getting sick and fucking tired of you. -He's scared.

What do you care?

I don't.

All right! Let's move!

Get out! Get out!

Move! Come on, move! Get out here! Get out here!

Get the fuck off me.

Come on, get out. Come on now.

I will not testify. Never.

The DA's gonna pull his offer, Luke.

Kane'll walk away scot-free, and you'll go away for life.

You see, I'm not gonna testify against Markus Kane.

Not for immunity, not for money,

not for anything.

We have some good news, Mr. Kane. We found Luke.

-He's on the Island. -That is good news.

Always knew I could trust that guy.

I told you. No way would he betray me.

Have him taken out.

You're joking, right?

So far, he hasn't played ball with the feds.

He's in for life. What happens after a month of hard time, eh?

After a couple of them African apes have a go at him.

How long do you think he's gonna stay loyal then?

You know, it's a shame,

'cause I love that guy like a brother.

Anything else?

No, sir.

-What else do you want on this? -It's perfect.

-Yeah? Here, then. -Thank you.

Fuck you!

The average Death Match fight garners a 50 share.

It peaked two months ago at 62, but has been on the decline since.

The most dangerous fighter is Big Bill, with a death count of 1 9,

followed by 14K,

-who, coincidentally, has 14 kills. -Great, man.

Someone did their homework, right?

-Is that him? -Yeah.

That's September Jones. Former Miss Universe.

Was stripped of her crown after allegations of a sexual relationship with all five judges.

Went to work for Weyland Broadcasting as a weather girl,

is now the host and executive producer of Death Match.

She grew a...

You have a list pretty much ready to go on anything, don't you?

Live from Terminal Island, television's most violent, most disturbing,

and most watched programme in human history.

Welcome to Death Match.

Our first fighter, a murderer serving four consecutive life sentences,

Xander Grady!

Xander, 11 kills, one submission.

1m93, 100kg.

His opponent, leader of the Terminal Island Triads,

he currently ranks second on the kill board,

he was Interpol's third most wanted until his arrest in Los Angeles last year,

14K!

14K one submission, 14 kills.

1m80, 72 kg.

The combatants are picked by lottery randomly each week.

There are two ways to win. Kill your opponent, or make him submit.

There are several pressure plates that, when activated,

can give a fighter access to a variety of weapons.

But they only have 10 seconds to access them.

If no fighter has won, both fighters are killed.