iust like you'd find in the outside world.

Each team has their own shop.

We don't help them. They don't help us.

To the inmates, you're Jensen Ames, the new grease monkey.

LISTS: Nobody will know you're Frank except us on the team

and a handful of the guards.

Nobody will talk.

How can you be so sure?

Hennessey. In here, she is judge, jury and executioner.

The race is her baby. Anyone who threatens it, she kills.

The audíence for the race has halved

sínce frank's been out of the game,

and so has the corporatíon's profít.

That's why she needs you.

What's back there?

That's a good question.

Hennessey's had a whole wing of the prison in isolation for a month.

Working on something.

Time to meet the Monster.

Mustang V8 Fastback.

Took the best and made it better.

That's a V8 Roush 5.4 liter with a Ford Racing supercharger

putting out 850 horsepower and close to...

Seven hundred pounds of torque

with sequential multi-port fuel injection.

Looks like there's a 250 hp NOS unit.

Just in case.

Then we had some fun customizing your personal protection package.

Three-quarter inch steel plate, front and sides.

Bulletproof glass will be here, here and there.

And in the rear a six-inch solid! steel shield we call

''the tombstone.''

Oil, smoke, and napalm for defense.

And twin 30-millimeter belt-fed machine guns for offense.

So where's the ammo?

We get that on race day.

Pity.

Yeah. Everyone thinks that, first time.

Thinks what?

About turning the guns on the guards, about escaping.

No, l wasn't thinking that.

Well, l'm glad, because

Hennessey has got electric kill switches

in all the guns in all the cars.

And all the guard towers are fortified,

and their guns are bigger than your guns.

But did l mention the helicopters,

and also the fact that we're on an island here

a mile from the nearest shoreline?

The only way in or out of here

is on that one skinny bridge you came in on.

What's that?

Most important part of the car.