Death Race: Inferno

Death Race, the number one sport in the world,

located on Terminal Island.

Convicts race over the course of three grueling days

for the chance at the ultimate prize.

Win five races, win your freedom.

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and you'll not only get 20% off,

but you'll also receive limited edition Frankenstein merchandise.

Frankenstein, the four-time Death Race champion,

has taken the world by storm.

The most unlikely of heroes

who has come out of nowhere

and is now just one win away from freedom.

Death Race.

Now streaming live.

Death Race is the trademark of Weyland International.

Your safety's our top priority.

The notorious Death Racer known only as Frankensten

won his fourth race toda.

One more victory and the masked killer gains his freedom.

Frankenstein fears nothing.

Anything in his way, he destroys.

Under my watch, Terminal Island and Death Race have thrived.

Rumors have been going around that Weyland International,

the organization behiDeath Race,

has been targeted for hostile takeover.

As a businessman, takeover talk is common.

You have something of value, naturally, people want to take it away.

British billionaire, Niles York,

has placed himself in the center of a firestorm.

Well, I've got nothing to say about that at the moment.

But I will say this.

When I want something, no one can stop me from taking it.

I'm not too concerned. I've won more battles than I've lost.

I feel bad for Weyland, I really do.

But Father Time, he's caught up with the old man.

He never really stood a chance.

Good morning, Mr. Weyland.

Wasn't so bad, was it?

I built this business.

I didn't have to steal it.

What you left vulnerable, I seized. I stole nothing.

You lacked vision, Weyland. That was your undoing.

Vision.

Is that why you're investing millions in dilapidated prisons all around the globe?

Vision?

You're so far over your head, you might as well be six feet under the ground.

The prison business is not what made this company profitable.

So the conclusion to draw,

you're trying to franchise Death Race.

It's not going to work.

Because you couldn't make it work.

Let me show you what true vision really looks like.

You started something beautiful, Weyland.

But you only scratched at the surface.

And you're right. I'm taking Death Race global.

By this time next year, there will be a different race every two weeks

at a different exotic hellhole with different drivers, tracks and challenges.

I will have a monopoly on the most profitable sport in the history of the planet.

More cars. More cons. More guns.

More death. The sky's the limit.

Well, you forgot one thing.

Frankenstein.

It's a man in a mask.

I could have 20 Frankensteins around the globe.

How would the fans know which one was real?

Frankenstein won his fourth race today.

One more win, he goes free.

That's a fact that every fan knows.

Now, if you suddenly change the rules of the game,

you're going to lose your audience.

And if you're hoping that Frankenstein loses,

well, son, I guess there's a first time.

Now, how would your little copycat event play

without the game's marquee star?

That's why you're going to fail.

What kind of cigars you smoke, Weyland?

I'll be sure to send you a box when Death Race becomes a global success.

It'll be the second time I've beaten you. The second time you've lost.

Well, you enjoy your moment while you can.

Payback's a bitch, son.

Weyland's right.

Find out who the man behind the mask really is.

What he loves, what he hates, what he covets most.

And find out what Weyland was planning next.

What do you mean?

The company's banking nearly eight million quid a week

hawking Frankenstein merchandise.

He wasn't just gonna let it go.

Anything else?

Yeah. Get yourself some decent clothes. You look like a bag lady.

I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't have done all this unless I absolutely loved Death Race.

So I'm speaking to the millions of fans around the globe.

Fear not. I am like you.

I seek not to destroy nor to compromise what we've all come to revere.

The Death Race that we all know and love will not change.

It will grow bigger and better. This, I promise.

Thank you.

Overall, I have to say I'm very happy.

You wanna take a look?

No.

We'll run a few more tests tomorrow,

and you're back to your old self in no time.

No, he won't.

He'll be better.

Everybody out.

You heard the man. Take a coffee break, guys.

So, I guess the rumors are true.

Yeah, and I guess you won't be shedding any tears for me.

Hey, you and I, Carl, we've taken very different paths in life.

But we both ended up here.

No, I'm here.

You come and go as you please, see the ones you love.

They see you.

Don't compare us, Weyland. You lost the company.

I lost my life. Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, and I also fixed your face and I gave you a way out.

Look at me and tell me you were gonna keep your word.

I'm not stupid, Weyland.

And you didn't fix my face out of the kindness of your heart, did you?

It was infected. I was gonna die.

And you would have lost your star driver.

Yeah, you're not so bad. You're worse.

And you want me to trust you?

You deserve the shit-storm you're in.

Well, I got news for you, Carl.

You're already in waist-deep.

You're Frankenstein.

This all starts and ends with you.

Carl Lucas.

Born a gangster,

became a prisoner,

and now, a monster.

May he rest in peace.

You and your team win five races

and you go free.

Goldberg, Lists

and that beautiful, beautiful Katrina.

Now, for this to work,

you can't tell your true identity to anyone.

Carl Lucas stays dead.

You're Frankenstein.

Well, you're welcome, asshole.

Four wins and not even a thank you.

This all starts and ends with you.

There he is. There's the guy.

I'm having you transferred.

You're headed to the Kalahari Desert Maximum Security Penitentiary

in South Africa where you will compete in the first ever Desert Death Race.

Wow. What do I get, my own dune buggy?

You're just on loan to the Kalahari

to help launch the first of what will be many international Death Races.

We're sending 14K, as well as both your teams.

So I'm guessing I should get my passport updated.

I get the feeling that you are not taking me seriously.

That's because I'm not.

Listen to me. I made a deal with Weyland.

I win one more race, me, my team,

we're out.

Yeah, well, you know, it's a pity about Weyland,

because all deals with him are null and void.

You work for me now. New rules.

No.

No, I don't think so.

You don't have a choice, mate. But if you don't want to drive,

fine.

I will paint my plane red with your blood.

Really?

Niles?

What are you gonna do, replace me?

With who?

Why would you care? You're already dead.

So, as long as you're alive, you'll be treated like the star that you are.

Or,

I could just simply fuck up your little plan,

couldn't I, by winning one more race

and I'm free.

Wow. You'll never make it to the finish line, mate.

Trust me on that.

You lose, you live. You win, you die.

Okay, get out!

Let's go, move!

Bring that jackhammer here.

Get in the line! Get moving!

Boy, take a look at those!

Move your fuckin' arse.

Who's that?

Hey, Goldberg!

Yeah, that's right.

I'm a big fan. But we've got our own bitches down here.

I don't know why you brought yours along.

Hey, let me give you an autograph.

Move! Move!

Let's take this fucking joint!

Kill them all!

Set up a perimeter now. On the ground, now!

Shit!

Get up!

Are you hurt? What?

Lucas. It always was you.