Blood Drive

Previously on "Blood Drive"...

All your security privileges are revoked,

and you're not to leave the building.

But know this, you will never be a part of your race again.

When you work for Sergeant Gower,

- you stick to the rules. - The docs cleared me.

I'm going back out there. Those freaks have my partner.

Until ContraCrime clears you, sit on your ass.

Say hello to Christopher 2.0.

What the hell did you do to me?

Karma fell in the revolt.

What... what do you mean?

Karma's dead.

Is that all you got?

I know what you're trying to do.

You want to be punished for your guilt.

I don't know how I can do this without you anymore.

We are convinced

this is the right direction for the race,

just the thing the division needs.

Enough.

This race is more than... entertainment.

More than testing the blood engines,

a technology so powerful

it's set to restructure the economic system

of the entire planet.

No, this race...

Is the greatest sacrifice in human history.

It's a bloodstained altar,

the gore-soaked peak of a Mayan temple,

the smoke from an erupting volcano

on Mount Olympus!

And that pleasing aroma

is not for God.

It's for Heart Enterprises,

the most powerful corporation in the known universe!

But this sacrifice could be for you as well.

This is what we're offering.

Not a job, not a career, but...

the chance to be worshipped.

Master of Ceremonies? Fine.

God of the Stage? Sure, whatevs.

But if you have just a modicum

of the oily black soul that we think you do,

well, when this show goes live to the whole world,

you'll be the High Priest of Heart.

We need fresh blood...

by the gallon.

And you, sir, have the swagger and the verve

we want at Heart Enterprises.

The Blood Drive is yours.

All you have to do is claim it.

What do you say?

I'd say...

you've made the right decision.

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Oh, God.

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Dear diary,

I wonder if all the other cops know how small my dick really is.

Seriously, what is that?

Something a friend told me once.

Do you write down what I say?

Only when you say something smart.

So... no.

- Ha. - Please pull forward.

You gonna order or not?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.

Got to get the right thing.

She doesn't even know you exist.

Why would she care what you eat?

Trust me, they care.

Would you date a guy who ordered a veggie burger?

Depends. Is he cute?

Hi, can I take your order?

Yeah, uh, can I have a number two with a Coke?

And, um...

Give me just a second, if you don't mind.

Take your time.

Just hit the silver button when you're ready.

So if you love this girl so much...

tell me what's so great about her.

You mean beside the fact she's hot

and gets a discount on food?

Yeah, Casanova. Dig deep.

I come here three times a week and she's always nice.

She's great with people.

Seems smart, you know?

And she's got the best smile I've ever seen.

He'll have what I'm having.

And, uh, throw your number in too, if you don't mind.

What?

And that'll be $46.07 at the next window.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Asshole. You screwed it up.

See? Trust me.

- What's the hold-up? - Not bad, Officer Bailey.

Hey, hey, hey.

I don't want to lose the number. Hold on.

Come on! Ain't got all day!

I give you a lot of shit, but you're the real deal...

a fuckin' hero in blue.

Thanks.

Wow. This place went to shit.

Where's your daddy?

Above the line. Below the line.

Fuck off.

Try again.

Heart Enterprises called him in.

- Why? - I don't know.

Jesus!

Twice for lying.

Hey, you dickless piece of shit.

Oh... I thought you were Slink.

You realize you two are like the same person, right?

I am nothing like that charlatan.

Whatever you have to say to him,

you can say to me.

I'm in charge now.

Every gentleman

gives every person a chance to learn manners.

As soon as the last race is finished,

there will be a meeting to discuss a new direction

- for this race. - Yeah.

They're not gonna listen to you.

They love Slink.

I'm tired of hearing about Slink.

He's gone, and I am the Master of Mayhem now.

Doesn't look like that to me.

Hey, boss!

Last three racers inbound from the Savage Land!

Gonna be a close one.

Not that close.

But you can't kill all three!

I can do whatever I want.

I have this.

There's a new sheriff in town,

and he's fucking gorgeous, darling.

Just so we're clear,

you and that cop are the reason

why Slink is on his way out.

Always finding ways to subvert his rules

and go snooping around for your little bitch of a sister.

Talk about my sister again like that,

and I will rip your fucking spine out of your neck!

You just didn't learn.

Nothing can hurt as much as losing her,

so you want to keep me in check,

what else you fucking got?

This.

Why isn't this working?

Scholar!

Scholar...

what is wrong with this thing?

Nice try, chump.

You can't blow shit up inside the party walls.

How does she know that and I don't?

I guess Heart should have left me in charge.

It worked on her before.

You only shocked her before.

She's right.

They built it for killing drivers on the race,

- not for during the after party. - Why?

To stop racers from doing exactly what you're doing.

Good luck keeping the race under control.

You're off to a great start.

The moment you set foot outside these party walls, you're mine.

Break one rule and I will spread your face like butter

all over the inside of that awful car you drive.

The Blood Drive is mine!

What are you doing?

I got to go.

I didn't want to leave you with an empty tank.

I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry.

I got a book full of evidence against Heart

and nothing tying it all together

except my own testimony, but...

I got to get off this race.

I know you need to keep racing...

Great.

I'm with you.

Karma's gone, so what the hell am I racing for?

And I've seen more than you, so let me be your eyewitness.

Are you sure?

Look, you risked your life for Karma without even knowing her.

Maybe this way, I can repay the favor.

Besides, you were right.

Best way to avenge Karma,

stick it to Heart.

That's the thing about this race.

Distracts you from what's important.

So what do you say? Mind if I tag along?

It's a date.

Now we just got to keep Slink from blowing our heads up.

Yeah, about that...

Slink's not the problem anymore.

In a single moment in the dead of night,