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- Mika, I'm trying not to drop it.

My hands are burning.

Oh, god, it's burning!

Help!

- Will! Please, Will.

You gotta kill them now!

Please, Will, don't run!

Don't run!

Will.

Hold on, Dimm.

Please, don't let the pot go.

Please, Dimm, hold on!

- I'm trying to hold on.

- Just hold on longer.

- Will, come on.

You gotta fight these guys.

I can't hold it.

- Hold on, Princess!

I'm coming!

- First, you're gonna have to go through me, little man.

- Will, will you please kill this guy?

- Dimm, don't drop that.

Please, Dimm, don't drop it.

- Take him out!

Come on!

- Just hold on a little bit longer.

- I'm trying, Mika.

- Hold on, Princess!

I'm coming!

- Not unless you kill me.

- Please, just hold on a little bit longer, Dimm.

Please.

- I can't hold it, I'm sorry!

Please, hurry! I can't!

- Com-link to Crowley Gaming.

- Done.

- Hello, Crowley games division.

How may we help you?

- Hi. Uh... look, I was just playing

"Tai Chi Gut Buster," the new one, level 120,

which is the Qing Dynasty.

And my opponent, Cam Chi... it's weird,

he used a drunken monkey move.

Yeah, that's a difference of, like, 2,000 years.

I don't know if you know that.

- Our games are designed by top martial arts experts,

there's no way a mistake like that could have been made.

- Oh, well, um, it did happen.

It was made.

- Sir, why don't you just play the game again?

- What's wrong with you people?

Look, you know, I'm trying to be nice about this,

but I'm trying to help you with your game.

You know, I know a lot about these subjects.

- Well, thank you very much.

You know, I've noticed this is your third complaint

this month, Mr. Singleton.

- So?

- Just noting it for our files.

Is that all?

- Uh, no, um, one other thing.

You can suck my "fuck you."

- Com-link complete.

- Jesus, "suck my fuck you"?

Where the hell did I come up with that?

- Come on, Will, take a break from that for a while.

I saw you working out and it made me so... you know.

- So what?

- So horny.

- Nah, I can't.

I gotta take care of Cam Chi and his drunken monkey move.

- You don't even have time for something really quick?

- Quick, hmm?

Nah, I don't think so.

- Well, I mean, with you, it's never a quickie.

It's just sometimes, you make me want you so bad.

You're the only man that can satisfy me.

Oh, Will, I want you all to myself.

You're the only man that can satisfy me.

- Enter keycard.

Good evening, Ms. Conroy.

- I want you all to myself.

You're the only man that can satisfy me.

- Government news, the pentagon unveiled plans

to unite our entire defense network under one cyber system.

No word yet which company will be awarded the contract.

In White House news...

- Will, what the fuck?

- Tory, I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow.

- Well, I'm back.

Why do you use that thing?

You know how much it disgusts me.

- But I don't use it when you're here.

- What a perfect emotional match.

You can handle her, she doesn't talk back.

- Look, Tory, I want you.

You're real.

This is just some stupid toy to feed my little boy impulses.

- Delete the program.

- Delete the program?

- Yeah, delete the program.

- That's it.

Your favorite software is now deleted.

- Pan German financier Herr Heinz Dietrich

and American mogul R.D. Crowley

signed an historic agreement today,

finalizing the long awaited merger

between the world's two largest companies.

- You know, Crowley is such a fucking genius.

You should have seen the place he put us up in.

It reeked of money.

- You ever not think about work?

- Well, maybe I would if I had your job.

- That is so fucked up, Tory, and you know it.

My job is perfectly fine until I figure out what I wanna do.

- And when is that gonna be?

- I don't know.

You keep asking me that

and I keep telling you, I don't know.

Look, I'm sorry.

I just... I just feel like I missed my calling or something.

I know that sounds really lame to you.

- Maybe it's time for more vid therapy.

She was really helpful last time, wasn't she?

- I guess.

- Yeah, and didn't she say

you should turn your obsession with history into...?

- Fixation.

- No, she called it an obsession.

- Whatever.

- Can't you turn that into a website job?

- Yeah, except nobody cares about history today.

- All right, fine, then just give up.

- Look, I've got a score to settle.

- Mika, I'm trying not...

- Will, come on!

Please, kill him now, Will!

Will, please.

- Illegal move, illegal move.

Forfeit match, forfeit.

- Sorry. - Illegal move.

Illegal move.

Match forfeit, match forfeit.

- If he can use the drunken monkey move, so can I.

- I can't die.

- Let's go, Christy.

- Please, I'm an innocent man.

- It's time.

- Come my, son.

Let Jesus into your heart

and the Kingdom of Heaven is yours.

- Get me the fuck out of here.

It's not even for real.

- Come on.

It's time to go now.

- I'm going to die for no reason.

You can't let that happen. - Look, you were given

a fair trial, you were found guilty.

- It wasn't a fair trial.

- Christy, you killed and ate your wife!

They found parts of her in your stomach!

It's time to pay the bill, Christy!

- I was framed, I swear.

- Come on, get up.

Don't make this harder than it has to be.

Goddammit, Christy, move it.

Let's go.

- Hey, Christy, how you like that?

Bye, bye!

- This is it.

- Painless, right?

- They flood your body with poisons.

You'll expire without even knowing it.

- And when I walk through the door, it starts?

- Yeah.

- Well...

guess I found a way out.

- You can't go offline any time you want.

The trick to virtual reality

is keeping it as real as possible.

- Look, I need to downlink, all right, man?

I owe you one.

- Will Singleton owes me one.

Back to work.

- R.D. Crowley, please.

- H.

- A.

- R.

- R?

- Yeah.

- Okay, R.

- H-A-R-R?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Why do you two play this fucking game?

- Gotta do something to keep the brain working.

You wanna know the rules?

- No, I don't wanna know the fucking rules.

- It's called Ghost.

We each take turns saying a letter.

The key is to not finish spelling a word.

- Shut up! - But you can't pick any word.

You know? You can't just say anything.

You can't throw out any letter

and make up a word like "goobergobber."

- You got that, Martin?

- Yeah, I got it.

- I.

- E.

- E?

No way E.

- E.

- Challenge.

- "Harrier."

Small dog used for hunting rabbits.

I should know, I used to have one.

- You used to hunt rabbits?

- I was born and raised

on one of the last working farms in Iowa.

Absolutely the most beautiful place in the world.

It's gone now.

What word were you looking for?

- Oh, uh, "harridan."

Scolding old woman.

- Why? You have one of those?

- I have a girlfriend.

She does get on my case every now and then.

- No, I don't have a woman.

Just a little brother.

- Well, uh, I don't mean to be rude,

but it's late, I gotta run.

- What, are you crazy?

You can do no wrong.

- You shouldn't be talking to those fucking pricks.

He'll split your head open first chance he gets.

- Dual bypass.

- Check.

- Cerebellum connection.

- Check.

Hey, moving nicely.

This could be a new record.

- You are timing this, right?

- Oh, yeah.

- All right, start up Subcon Shareware.

- Right.

Okay, message going in.

And message coming back.

- Okay, good.

Chip insertion.

Cerebral cortex interface.

We should have visual.

- He does. - Good.

Is he interacting?

- Yeah, he is.

- Okay, great.

Time?

- 34 seconds.

Fantastic loading.

- Thank you.

Okay, close him up

and let's try to break 30 on the next one.

- Please let it be Heaven.

I've done some things that should put me in Hell,

but I've also done a lot of things

that should put me with Him.

- Go with the grace of God.

- What the fuck is going on?

- We're in the hole, man, they're everywhere!

They're fucking everywhere, man!

I don't know.

- Motherfucker, you wanna get spanked?

I'll spank you, motherfucker!

Yeah, you fuck!

Come on, yeah!

Motherfucker!

Come on!

That's right, come on, motherfucker!

Yeah, goddammit!

Come at me, motherfuckers!

Come on!

Come on, you fucks!

Goddammit, motherfucker!

Shit!

What the fuck are you doing here?

- Sit down, Will.

This will be quick.

Mr. Crowley and I have a few things

we'd like to discuss with you.

- Good day, Mr. Singleton.

I regret that I'm not able to speak with you in person.

- I understand, sir.

- Let's get right to it, Mr. Crowley has a schedule to keep.

Will, we have a problem with your interaction behavior.

- How so?

- Uh, allow me.

You see, Will, I designed this virtual prison

as a system of punishment.

These criminals... well,

they must be treated with absolute authority.

They don't have the intelligence to grasp the idea

they are being controlled on a cyberscape level.

- You work for the program.

We do not want you to show

one single prisoner any respect whatsoever.

They do not deserve respect, understood?

Understood?

- Yeah.

- Amazingly rude, Daniel.

Well, thank you, Will.

I'll be watching.

- On your way to the women's section?

- What is it?

What is that?

What... what the fuck is...?

What is that?

What the fuck is that? - Relax, Martin.

It's just the program rebooting itself.

- Rebooting itself.

Look, I wasn't raised to be rebooted every two hours, okay?

- Stu, I can't, uh, I can't keep talking

to you like this, all right?

- Will.

You know what I'm in for, don't you?

Murder.

Federal agent.

You're the only one I can tell the truth to.

- Stop.

I know what they tell me.

- My dad died.

Payments were owed, there wasn't anybody gonna bail us out.

I know it was stupid,

but I just couldn't walk away from the farm.

Ten generations of my family looking over my shoulder,

counting on me to do the right thing.

I wasn't gonna shoot anybody.

I just wasn't gonna lay there like a dog

and let them take everything I ever had.

He died.

And they arrested me for the murder of a federal agent.

Death penalty.

You are the only person

that knows the truth about what happened.

Mace was only 16, he didn't deserve that.

So there you are.

- That's some hard luck, man.

- You'd had done the same thing.

Wouldn't you, Will?

- I don't know, Stu.

Look, I gotta go.

- Will!

Will!

Will!

My time's coming soon.

You'll be taking that walk with me.

- That's right, Baracus,

and there's a lot of people looking forward to that day.

- Oh, yes, so many people think I've ruined their lives.

I didn't just remove loved ones,

sometimes I removed problems.

You should thank me.

- You do have a unique perspective, Baracus.

- And you do, too.

Intelligence has its own perspective, Will.

- Yeah, I've got a schedule to keep.

- Will, you're my only link to the outside, Will.

I know you.

I know your capabilities mentally, physically.

Don't waste 'em on this menial job

and those silly games you play.

Will, let me help you reach your full potential.

- I gotta give you credit, Baracus,

you always give it a good effort.

Where's Stewart Lewis?

- I don't know.

They put me in here.

- There are no unscheduled downlinkings.

You must make a schedule.

- Where was Stewart Lewis transferred to?

- Does it really matter?

- Stewart Lewis, lot 397, transferred all freeze.

- Shit!

Request vidcon with Mr. Traven, ASAP.

- No available meetings scheduled.

Will notify.

- You don't understand, I insist.

- One moment.

- Yes, Will, how may I help you?

- Where was Stewart Lewis transferred to?

- You see, this is what happens when you make an attachment

to these kinds of people. Get nothing but trouble.

He was transferred, I don't know why.

This program is much better.

Is that all?

- I need more information, Traven.

- That's all I have.

It's a closed file.

Now, I've got work to do.

Will, do not make this a habit.

- Fuck!

This is bullshit.

Tory work.

- There's a phone call for you, Ms. Conroy.

It's your boyfriend.

- Ugh.

All right.

Yeah, what is it?

- Yeah, this is a switch,

but, uh, I'm gonna be running late tonight.

- Why?

- Uh, Stu Lewis was transferred out of Idwell today

and I've gotta find out why.

- Stu Lewis?

- Jesus, Tory, I've told you about him a million times.

- Well, I don't remember.

Is there a problem?

- Yeah, there's a few actually,

but I'd rather not speak about it over open air.

- Don't do anything stupid, Will.

- I know that, Tory.

Look, they put him under all freeze.

- What's that?

- All freeze designation is usually held

for convicts turned informant.

- Well, good, maybe he's

in a witness protection program or something.

- No, that's the problem, there's no way.

Stu didn't have any shaky connections like that.

- How do you know?

I mean, they all say they're innocent.

He's just another one of them.

- I believe him, Tory.

- He's a criminal.

He deserves everything he gets.

Look, don't do anything asinine over one of them.

- You are a cold bitch.

- Did you just call me a bitch?

Because if you did... - Delete.

- I'm gonna fucking...

- All right.

Let's get down to business.

Request all information on Stewart Lewis.

- All freeze.

- Where do prisoners go for final termination?

- Taken to an unspecified location

for removal of li-li-life.

- Authorize prison guard requesting specific location.

- St-st-state your clearance.

- So that's where Stu Lewis is?

- All freeze, all freeze, approach for clearance.

Verbal interaction over.

- Suck off.

- Th-th-thank you.

- What took you so long?

People are dying to meet you.

- So this is what you do with the prisoners?

- I've given them purpose, Will.

My consumer games, which you excel at, by the way,

are controlled by the most sophisticated programs

that can be written.

The code for these contains thousands

of gigabytes of information.

That's a mere fraction of what the human brain holds.

People are dangerous, unpredictable.

Their survival instinct

allows them to react instantaneously.

Now that would make this an exciting play.

- Jesus, you've done it.

- I've created the world's

most realistic virtual game.

- You are a sick bastard, Crowley.

- Oh, please, don't be judgmental.

You were handpicked from the top players of my consumer net.

If you weren't so damn good...

All you needed was a little...

- Motivation.

- Tory.

- Thank you.

- I was right about you.

You are a cold bitch.

- Vicious.

You see, Will, I knew you were intelligent.

All that was needed was to feed you a little information,

and that's where Ms. Conroy

was so helpful.

- I bet she was.

- I'd like to present some of my associates.

Heinz Dietrich.

One of the preeminent industrialists of our time.

Montgomery Valentine, the last scion

of a fine, old Southern family.

Mr. Valentine prides himself on being a sportsman.

And of course, Daniel Traven, your superior officer.

You can be part of the ultimate game.

Of course, your function in this game

is to provide a challenge to these sporting men,

who have paid handsomely, I might add,

to hunt you down and kill you.

Now, you will be placed

in an historical scenario of my choosing.

Your garb and weapons will be accurately detailed

and quite deadly.

If you dispatch the three gentlemen, you survive

until the next scenario, of course.

Gentlemen, you get what you pay for.

Welcome to your greatest challenge yet.

Take him to surgery.

- Our prey should be appearing at any moment now.

Mr. Traven, I find your attire very intriguing.

- Unlike you, I like to get my hands wet.

- The scale of this battle's incredible.

Crowley, you've outdone yourself.

Your program is fantastische.

- And a damn fine day for a little sport,

don't you think, gentlemen?

- Ah, this is great.

- You know how to load a musket?

- Actually, I do.

- Do it quick.

Try and stay alive.

Figure a way out of this mess.

- There's too much smoke.

Can't see who's firing at us.

- Yeah, we gotta figure out who our enemy is

and who's on our side.

- Uh, Will, they made us Red Coats.

The American colonials are our enemies.

- Crowley's such a bastard.

This could be the French and Indian War,

which would mean the American colonials are on our side.

We're actually fighting the French army

and their Huron allies.

- Uh, we're screwed.

We don't know who were fighting

'til they come up and shoot us in the face.

- Pretty much.

- Damn.

That boy has a damn fine eye.

- A lot of time on the farm.

You could say I'm the best shot in Iowa.

- Shit.

Daniel.

Dietrich.

- Reload?

- No, we're dead out here in the open.

Let's go for cover.

- Halt.

Who goes there?

As you were.

- Things are getting interesting.

- Indeed.

I am in love with the multiple prey angle.

- Well, I must say I'm pleased to see

that you gentlemen are enjoying yourselves.

Of course, more prey means more money.

- I think we all understand the tenets of capitalism.

Now, let's play.

- Now, hold your horses.

I'd like to know what it is I'm hunting.

Give me the psych profile on that guard.

- Of course.

He's single.

Has a normal upbringing.

And he has an acute interest in history,

which manifests itself in obsessive VR game playing,

such as martial arts, target practice, flight simulating.

- Flight simulation?

- I know how to fly.

I do.

Just not a real one.

- What do I do?

- What you mean?

You're the best shot in Iowa.

Let's get going.

- Oh, great.

That's easy for you to say.

I winged him.

- Shit.

I gotta get out of his sights.

- Keep it steady.

I think I got him.

- Damn, he's good.

- Watch out, he's coming up on our tail.

- Did I lose him?

- No.

Fine.

I got him.

- Sure about that?

- Yeah, look, he's going down.

- Whoo!

Dammit, anti-aircraft fire.

- My machine gun's useless.

- Goddammit.

Hey, when I bow, throw our last bomb up off my hand.

Steady, steady... drop that bitch.

Shit, that was close.

- I thought close counted

in horseshoes and hand grenades?

- Damn.

Christ!

It's Valentine.

What are you waiting for?

Whoa, he's in a Fokker Triplane, we're fucked.

- Not if I can help it.

- Good job.

You got him off us.

All right, let's go for the tank.

Damn, he's back on our tail.

- Here goes nothing.

Yeah!

Whoo!

- Wait, Will, don't get cocky.

We still got company.

- Damn, this guy's tricky.

Where the hell is he?

- Watch out, he's dropping in behind us.

- Hold on, baby!

- What the hell are you doing?

- Trust me.

- Jesus Christ, I don't like this.

- Come on, baby, pull together now!

- Shit, oh shit!

- Not out of this yet!

Come on, baby!

- Come on, Will, you can do it!

- Yeah!

Uh-oh, our fuel line's been shot out.

We're going down.

- Kidding?

- It's not responding.

We're not gonna make it.

- They're going down.

- Who would get the kill?

- Mr. Valentine would get the kill.

He shot off the round.

- I don't know, man.

- Oh, fine, pull them out.

That is not a kill to be proud of.

- You never disappoint me, Montgomery.

I must say, you're quite a sportsmen.

- I wouldn't have done it, but very good.

- Personally, Mr. Traven, I don't get a damn

about what you would or would not have done.

However, in appreciation of my largesse,

I would hope that you gentlemen

would let me choose the next scenario.

- Why, the enthusiasm you men exude

makes me wanna play myself.

- If you do, Crowley, make sure you play the full ray.

- I have a surprise for you on this next scenario, Heinz.

I think you'll love it.

- Cannot wait.

- Stay cool.

They could come from anywhere.

Nice touch.

- I've got a bad feeling about this.

- We gotta quit meetin' like this.

- Baracus.

- This one's gonna be fun.

- This a prohibition speakeasy, all we got is .45s.

- Well, that oughta make things interesting, huh?

- Please, no photos.

- Back, hey, scram.

- I said no photos, it gives her a headache.

- Oh, I just need one shot.

- Oh, my god.

Oh, my god, there's blood all over the place.

- Somebody help her. - Who is that?

- We don't have to play by their rules. See? Huh?

You dirty rat!

- You only got seven rounds.

You might wanna save your ammo, tough guy.

- Yeah.

- Go out the back, go out the back.

- They're getting away.

- Where are the others, can you see?

- I think we lost him.

- No, no, he's right behind us.

Come on, come on, come on.

- What the hell was that?

- Shh, shh. Wait. I wanna hear.

- There's gotta be a way out of here.

This way, this way.

Come on, up here.

It's like a labyrinth.

Whoa.

- Oh, god, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it, don't worry about it.

She's just part of the program.

- Yeah, well, this part of the program's deleted.

- I'm a prisoner, too.

Let's go!

- Nice try, old man.

- Come on, hurry up.

Let's go.

Keep moving.

- Hey, how do we know you're not one of Crowley's tricks?

- We don't.

- Look, my name is Nikki Pierce.

- The eco warrior?

- No, the convict.

- All right, look, we gotta remember these bastards

are in this for themselves.

We stick together, agreed?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, play it cool.

We're in no rush.

- I'm killing this bastard myself.

- I told you, we work as a team.

- Uh-uh, this one's mine.

- Shit, she's in trouble.

- Hold on, hold on.

Be patient.

Let's see what he does.

- Nikki Pierce.

My dear, once again, I'll have my way with you.

But at least give me a smile, huh?

That's right, bitch.

- May I punch your ticket?

- Is he dead?

- Oh, my god. - Oh, my god.

- You have a sick sense of humor, Crowley.

That bitch is mine.

- Don't count on it, sir.

- I'm not kidding.

Stay out of my way.

- My, my. The level of competition is getting higher.

- Well, I must say, that

Baracus is quite a sharp-witted fella.

I will take great pride in slitting his throat.

- You couldn't even shoot him,

what makes you think you could cut him?

- Well, at least I wasn't gunned down

by that little tot right off the bat.

- Enough talk, let's go back in the game.

- Yes, right away.

- Don't be impertinent, Daniel.

Now, there are four prime trophies out there,

let's find out who the best man is.

- Hey, cowboy.

I haven't seen you around here in a while.

How you been?

- Hiya, darling.

It's good to see you, too.

- Gentlemen, the game's five card stud.

Nothing's wild.

Let me see your money on the table.

Remember, every hand's a winner, every hand's a loser.

- Make mine a winner there, Charlie,

if you know what's good for you.

- Yes, sir, Mr. - James, I'll try my best.

You know it.

- Throw 'em down.

- Read 'em and weep.

- A winning hand.

- You know, Frank, I don't think

I could take lucky boy here winning another hand.

- Jesse don't like losing before a robbery.

- I'm sure you got a winning hand coming up here soon.

- Ante up, boys.

- Beat that, greenhorn.

Let's see 'em, tenderfoot.

- Call.

- I think Crowley's dealing these hands.

- Call.

- Damn right.

- I fold.

- Well, all right.

Now I feel lucky.

- Goddammit, boys, let's get down to it.

- I think that's the Jesse James/Cole Younger gang.

I say we stick with them.

Best bodyguards we're gonna find.

- All right, boys, you know what we're here for.

Let's do it.

Come on.

- All right, folks, this is Northfield,

end of the line.

- Northfield.

Oh, shit.

- What is it?

- I'm afraid the James boys

didn't turn out too good on this one.

- They're robbing the bank!

- Hey, Sheriff!

- Scheiße.

What's happening, Crowley?

I don't pay this kind of money

to be cut down by Jesse James.

- If you remember, you helped make the rules.

Are you not majority shareholder of Crowley Games?

- Precisely, which you should keep

in mind for the next scenario.

I'm getting sick and tired of your tricks.

- Perhaps you should hone your skills.

Schwein.

- There's Stu.

- Cover him.

There's better cover in the barn.

- I don't get it.

How did you know what was gonna go down that day?

- Once again, Crowley was true to his word.

This is an authentic historical scenario.

Great Northfield, Minnesota Raid.

Nikki, you move up front.

Stu, you take the back.

Be careful. - Gotcha.

- Now, it's been a long time since I've had a woman.

Especially one as beautiful as you are.

- There's no time for this shit, Baracus.

- I will kill you.

- You're gonna have to.

- Quiet.

I want you to be real quiet,

because this thing can go off.

And you know, really, it don't make much difference to me

right now whether you're dead or you're alive.

Now quiet.

- Get off her.

Now drop the gun, real slow.

The one in your holster, too.

- Oh, Will,

you're such a hero.

- Get over here, Baracus.

- Forgetting something?

- Will, I need ammo.

- Now, Nikki, you know you need me.

- Nice shooting, Colonel.

That was fucking pathetic.

- Oh, and you're one to talk.

Twenty feet away with a goddamn scatter gun.

Couldn't hit the broad side of a barn

if it landed on you.

- Don't bother finishing.

I'm already loaded.

- Stu, toss me the rifle.

Let's go over here.

- What happened down there?

- Baracus is out.

- Yeah, I could see that.

- Now, I'm reloaded.

- Who shot Traven?

- One of the hunters.

Look, things are getting ugly.

I'm gonna check out the back.

Keep your eyes open up front.

- Well, this sure beats sitting in a cell all day.

Mind if I ask you a question?

- Depends.

- What are you in for?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.

- It's all right.

I almost killed someone.

- What happened?

- I had just finished this investigation

for the Earth Health Organization, which was gonna expose

the entire nuclear energy industry in Germany.

And the strangest thing happened.

I was home that evening working

when the man behind the entire nuclear proliferation cover-up

just barged into my apartment.

He said he wanted to congratulate me on a job well done.

Everything was destroyed.

My reports, my notes were all burnt.

Everything was gone.

Everything I worked for.

He raped me.

- Jesus.

What did you do?

- I went to his office.

I don't exactly what happened.

I just went crazy.

By the time security pulled me off of him,

I had already fractured his skull and broken his spine.

He was crippled for life.

- But that was justified.

He deserved it.

- That man was Heinz Dietrich.

Nobody believed me.

- I believe you.

- You gotta check this guy out.

Be careful.

- Will Singleton.

I could wait you out, but that would get boring.

And it'd be downright foolhardy of me

to come barging in there, numbers being what they are.

So I suggest that we just throw down the hardware

and settle this the old fashioned way.

Hand-to-hand.

- One... two... three.

What an asshole.

- That is enough!

That man has no honor!

- No honor?

You shot me in the back, you bastard.

- Gentlemen, you should save your energy for the game.

You must be extremely dismayed, Mr. Valentine.

A waste of Baracus.

- That, sir, is an outrage.

That is unacceptable.

I paid for the privilege of killing these animals,

not watching them take out their own.

I demand you put that man back in.

- I shall appease you this once.

- Will, look!

- We're goddamn Nazis!

Stu, check your ammo.

Nikki, check your ammo.

Give me that.

- Nothing!

This must be the end of the war, 1945.

The Third Reich, it's crumbling down all around.

At this point, the Nazi ranks were devastated.

Take a look at those kids.

They're starving.

They got no food, no supplies, not even ammo.

- Pretty cold, too.

- Yeah.

Hundreds of thousands froze to death.

You better give her that.

- Here.

- I can take it, dammit.

- Ooh, how much can you take, Nikki?

- Son of a bitch.

Killed you once, Baracus, we can do it again.

Look, I know it seems like we can pretty much handle

whatever they throw at us,

but we're gonna be trapped in this virtual hell

until we find a way out of the program.

You got that?

Please, can we try to just stick together 'til that time?

- Ooh, I promise to be good

until we're through with this one.

- She's been shot.

We have to do something. - God.

This feels real.

- We have to get her out of the program.

- Shut up, I know, let me think.

Dammit, there was no way for the Nazis to win this battle.

They were outgunned, outmanned,

yet their commanders forced the fight on.

Absolutely no surrender.

- We're gonna have to do something to change that.

- All right, look, let's try

and get her to a field hospital.

But remember, we can always surrender to American forces.

- Why don't we surrender to the Russians?

- What? Are you kidding me?

The Russians took no prisoners.

They'd massacre us.

Come on, let's go.

- Come on, boys, double time.

- Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup.

- Hang on, Nikki, we'll get you to a field hospital.

- Halt, stop!

We've got wounded.

- Don't move, I mean it.

- Hang on, Nikki, it's gonna be okay.

I've got you.

- I surrender.

- Okay, hurry up, get her in.

Hurry.

- Medic, come on, we need room.

We got wounded here. - We need help!

We need help! - We need... come on, come on.

Bring a stretcher.

Let's go, let's go!

- We'll take over from here. - Come on!

- We got this, we got this. - Double quick time.

Let's go. - All right, we got this.

All right, get a surgeon, get a surgeon.

- Right through here. - All right, we got it.

- Medic, we got wounded here.

You wanna help us?

She's dying. - Wait a minute,

you guys sound American.

- Look, we're dogfaces in kraut uniforms.

Now, get to work!

- Hold him down, dammit, hold him down.

- Stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding.

High fracture, stop the bleeding.

- I need plasma over here, dammit!

I need plasma!

- There's not much I can do, she's gutshot,

it's just a matter of time.

I gotta go work on someone I can save.

- Tighten that tourniquet.

Too much blood.

- We got more wounded.

- I've always believed there's a way out

of anything if you put your mind to it.

- I agree.

- Look at her, she's done.

- We're not gonna forget about her.

- Hold on, hold on.

Anomalies, all right?

There are anomalies in the program.

- What do you mean?

- Like when you killed the Nazi commander.

- ASAP, let's go. - Yeah, the program froze

like it was trying to adapt.

Catch up or something.

- It needs time to reboot itself.

- So?

- Why does it do that?

Too much information to process?

- We gotta stop the bleeding.

- Too much information, maybe.

- I say we give it more information

than it could ever handle.

- Bring it all crashing down.

- Okay.

Don't worry, Nikki, I'll be back for you.

Come on.

- Drop your weapons!

- What the hell is your problem?

It's me, Valentine, you dope!

- I know.

Who do you think you are?

I won't let you cheat me!

- Cut it out, you two jackanapes!

They found a way to overload Crowley's program.

We gotta stop them.

- Come on.

You're mine.

You don't have the balls, Singleton.

- Heads up.

- Yes!

- Let's go, we're out of the program!

Nikki, look out!

Stu, grab a sword. - Gotcha.

- Baracus, take Crowley.

- We've gotta get out of here.

- Stand and fight, you gutless bastard.

- Traven, Traven!

This is not a game.

- I don't mind running her through to get to you, Crowley.

- Daniel, please, this brute will run me through.

- Hold it!

- Will. - Everybody stop.

- I think we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here.

- Yes, it does, Baracus.

But I think we can all come to terms.

- You don't seem to be in a position

to make any demands, Crowley.

It's four against two.

- No, Will, every man for himself.

- Enough talk. I wanna kill you, Crowley.

- Now, what would that get you?

- My freedom.

- I give you your freedom.

You kill me, Baracus,

and you remain the little rodent that you are.

Join me and you'll have all the wealth and power

you ever dreamed of.

- I want the woman, too.

- Hold on, Crowley.

Do it and your boy here gets his final shade.

And you need Traven to help run this twisted operation

and help supply you with fresh meat.

- You have a point there.

Traven is integral to the game,

besides being a longstanding employee.

Take this one.

Sorry, baby.

Now, let's exchange the convict for the warden.

- Let him go.

- Ah, god, this deal-making's been energizing.

What do you think your chances

are of getting out of here alive?

- We'll take our chances.

- Silly boy, these men are just the beginning.

- I'm not going back to prison.

- You probably will kill us, Crowley.

But you can be damn sure we're gonna take you with us.

- I believe you.

But what a waste.

There is one other way to avert further bloodshed.

You see, Will, I've invested a tremendous

amount of energy and time in training you.

We're on the cutting edge of technology

and you've proven yourself the ultimate warrior.

If you go back in the game, your friends can go free.

- No. - I swear it.

- Will, don't do it.

We can fight our way out of here.

- Will, your life is the only thing

you have to bargain with.

Make up your mind!

- I can beat this guy.

Do it.

Go. - No.

- Do it, go!

Trust me!