Hennessey:
This prison is the home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. The United States Penal System sends me the worst of the worst. But the men you've provoked, well, let's just say Mr. Ames that the life term you've joined us for may be a lot shorter than you think.
Jensen Ames:
I understand tradition. Shuffling up the new guy, having an ass slapping good time up my butthole...
[Jensen is hit in the side by Ulrich]
Hennessey:
Foul language... is an issue... for me. While looking over your record, I couldn't help noticing your occupational history. It seems you have some talent behind the wheel. Out of curiosity, when was the last time you raced?
Jensen Ames:
It's been a while. I lost my license.
Hennessey:
What if I could help you?
Jensen Ames:
Get my license back?
Hennessey:
I had something else in mind. You're familiar with the Death Race, and the driver the fans call Frankenstein. A man so disfigured by crashes that he's forced to wear a mask. His return to the track is highly anticipated, and therein lies my problem. No one knows yet, but poor Frank died on an operating table not long after his last race. Anyone can wear the mask, but not just anyone can drive the car. You have the skills required to keep the legend alive. I want you to become Frankenstein.
Jensen Ames:
No thanks. He's dead. Why don't you just tell the truth?
Hennessey:
The audience wants to see Frank again. He moves them. Inspires them. And in this world that's not easy to come by.
Jensen Ames:
What makes you think for a second I would risk my life doing this for you?
Hennessey:
Win five races, you go free. Those are the rules, and Frank has won four. Win one more, you walk. Call it intuition, but I don't think you belong in here with the rest of these animals.
Jensen Ames:
I might surprise you.
Hennessey:
The race is Friday, and I need your decision. You're a skilled driver. You're chances are good. I'm offering you your freedom, Mr. Ames. If it's not worth risking your life for, what is?
