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The executives assigned to this show
decided to test it in Jersey.
As a result, they think you mouthbreathers
are too stupid to understand my masterpiece.
So listen up, dum-dums, and let me set the stage.
The world is broken, no one has any food,
oil costs 2,000 a barrel, and the only way out
of this shitty life is a secret road race
with a $10 million cash prize.
But there's a twist:
all the cars run on human blood.
Welcome to "Blood Drive."
- Nice ride. - You should see the engine.
You want me to take a look? I am pretty handy.
Mm, I bet.
Come on.
You want to look under my hood,
you got to buy me dinner first.
Maybe another time.
Where are you going?
I, um... I'm late.
Got to make it to LA by sundown.
- Maybe next time, dude. - Let's go get her.
Why'd you stop?
I was having so much fun.
Out of gas.
Well, that's too bad. I'm not.
Why don't you hop in, and, uh, I'll give you a ride to town.
- Yeah, no, thanks. - Hey, man, let's not do this.
I wasted 500 bucks worth of gas
chasing you through the desert, so don't be a bitch.
No one asked you to race, okay?
Barry, she's right.
- Please don't. - Dude, come on.
Back off, Todd.
Please, please, don't. Please.
- Come on, man. - Back up.
Stop. Please. Please don't. Please.
Now, you just hold still, and this won't hurt a bit.
Funny, I was just about to say that.
All right, hurry up, Barry.
No.
What the fuck are you doing?
Please-- please don't hurt me.
Sorry, pal. Got to top off.
No!
Insert water container.
Unauthorized water ration.
Contra!
Reviewing footage.
Crimes-- consumption of stolen water,
resisting arrest.
Punishment authorized, level three.
Aggravated assault, littering,
possession of the drug Red Rapture,
theft.
Thirsty, motherfucker?
- Reviewing footage. - Shut up.
They're gonna dock you for that.
Stole half a gallon. That's a level eight.
If we don't ration the water, a lot more people die.
He's not worth saving, trust me.
Come on, man. I don't want to die.
Jesus, they're shooting Red now.
You can't shoot the stuff. Doesn't work that way.
Sir, what are those marks on your arm?
Arthur, he's a junkie. Those are track marks.
Heroin hasn't been around for years.
- Then he's selling plasma. - To who?
Hospitals don't have a lot of use for junkie blood.
I didn't do nothing, all right?
I just wanted water.
Tell us what those marks are.
Come on, man. They'll kill me if I tell you.
Look, I can help you, but you got to talk to me.
I don't know who they are, all right?
They're not normal.
Put it in non-junkie terms for us.
No one knows who they are.
They bleed the rainbow.
He's too fried to makes sense. This is pointless.
Try something else.
What the fuck are you doing?
Shit! Freeze!
It's a warehouse on Perrino Street.
That's all I know.
Approaching destination.
Arriving at destination.
I want your eyeball.
You're gonna catch hell when they find out
- you let that junkie walk. - Doesn't matter.
All I know is, when you work for Sergeant Gower,
- you stick to the rules. - I don't care what Gower wants.
Police went to shit when they sold out contracts
to a private company.
Crime's down since we went private.
That's 'cause people are afraid.
Good. Fear keeps them in line.
Man, you're starting to sound
like one of those recruitment commercials.
Loading credits.
We used to be cops, remember?
We still are.
We're still the good guys.
- Loading credits. - Prove it.
Come help me investigate that warehouse tonight.
No way.
Squad's hitting up McGoldrick's tonight.
Gonna tie one on.
And that new officer's gonna be there.
You coming?
Oh, I'm good.
You want to chase Bigfoot in your own time, fine.
But at least punch the clock,
punch some faces, get drunk as hell.
That's what's expected of you.
Gower already doesn't like you. Don't make it worse.
Hey, we make quota by Friday and drinks are on me.
Hey, Saint Arthur...
What about you?
Those are from both of us.
Must have collected these while your camera was off today.
Must have.
This is the only thing that will impress me.
Ten teeth by Friday...
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