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You said I was one of your best guys.

Was.

But if you can't hold me back, just ask them to take me off the block list.

Say that again, and I'll kick you and your kid out on your ass.

Bringing her here to guilt me.

Look, I need to work.

She said a few years ago last week. That ain't on me.

I'm not the jerk that spoke to a union rep about radiation exposure one time.

You got your daughter.

Your nuts didn't fly.

Take the win.

Bye -bye.

Same kid in my office.

You know, I didn't bring her here to kill you.

I'll bring her home.

I'll stop myself from bouncing your face off this desk.

And this is you.

Not angry?

Not... What?

Hey, you.

Tough guy.

Aren't you mad enough to risk it all?

Today is your last chance in the years to be on The Running Man.

If you can duck the boys in black, the public, and McCone's hunters for 30

you'll run away with a billion new dollars.

Go on.

I'll give you a head start.

We've got the cash if you've got the balls.

Don't miss the final run of the season.

Don't worry.

Daddy's not that crazy.

Walk or speed the wheel. We're a big -boned badass that's bravely to bag a

box. Am I right, bud?

And away we'll go.

A hundred new dollars. The capital of France is A.

Marseille, C.

Lyon, or C. Paris.

Cynthia, drop a hundo and a heavy.

Oh, look at the fuzzy hipster.

Did you see the fuzzy hipster? No.

Next question. For $1 ,000, how many laboratories does a NetAir

Flying V luxury jetliner have?

Is it A4, B5, or C6?

Big B, bud.

See, Dad, it's good.

The rich are even more full of shit than Daddy thought.

It's time to see the kids!

Oh, God.

But in my hand is the question that pertains to your

life. Who in the world doesn't have a loaner?

Why do we hardly do that?

Oh, okay.

How's she doing? Mommy!

How's she doing?

She's really burning up. Hey! Come on, Mommy!

Thank God you're here. Can I feel her?

She's hurting back.

That's not good.

Two drops.

All right.

Wait, what is this?

Look, I know.

Molly said he would have real horns, damn it. Real flumex. Yeah, well, a

black market buddy has all the stuff to kill people, but it's sold out of a

thing to save them.

All right.

Thank you.

This stuff doesn't make her better, Mia.

But it makes her feel better.

Look, I just pulled another double at the Hellhole Club, and if it wasn't dead

in the morning, I could still be there. So that's what we can afford today.

I talked to him.

What, you did?

Who watched Kathy?

Took her with me.

I figured, you know, guilt tripled.

No, you took her so you wouldn't beat the crap out of her.

Smart. I left my pride at the door. I was respectful.

Maybe. Got a little heated at the end, but... I didn't know it was game over.

They don't want us to win.

I'm sorry, Adley.

I tried.

Hey, you're just being punished for being a good man.

We were just standing up for you guys.

It just didn't seem right. You know, I got to be a dad and they didn't... Ben,

none of this is your fault.

It doesn't change our situation.

No?

But we're in it together, right?

Wait, where's your song?

Oh, Ben, those take forever to make. No, no, it was on when we got home. Hold

on. It's here. It's here. We'll go to the country, Ben.

Why didn't you kick that off?

Shh. Don't worry.

My dad is going to find it.

Get it together, girl.

Honey, are you going back to the Libertine? I don't want to. I thought

that place was dead in the morning. It is.

Except for the most desperate, wasted loser.

My friend told me how to get tips out of these guys.

You're the way she can do it all the time. No. Look, if these jerks can flash

indie piranhas, they can absolutely save a kid's life. Babe, I can't let you do

that. Ben, she is burning up.

My friend makes 20 new every shift. Usually from just one customer.

Hey, now, you know I'd never do that.

That friend doesn't even let her grab her ass.

She just charms him into tipping for something that's not on sale, and right

it's prime time for that kind of play. No, it's the wrong exec.

They think you ripped him off. You could end up in the dump like that girl

across the street. I'm sorry. These men are savages. If we don't get real farms,

real real docs, she's going to survive another night.

We don't have a choice.

Yeah, we do.

Where are you going?

Give money.

Enough for her to see a real doc before bedtime.

You're talking to me about taking chances?

People on that show never come back.

I'm not even trying to for the running man.

There's a ton of other shows. Look, the lowest amount someone won today, $75.

I get on one of those, we get the meds. Oh, no. People on these games get hurt,

too, like really bad.

Kids stuff makes the kind of jobs I work.

Hey.

Promise me you're not going on that show.

I'm going to tell you.

Never building. Try out.

Proceed to your destination.

The lawyer will be prosecuted.

Oh, no.

Foster. Ben Richards, 35, married.

Employment history.

Hired by CJEN. Fired for insubordination.

Why is there a red triangle on my file? Fired by NET Utility. Fired for... Hey,

man, I asked you a question.

Insubordination.

Hired by DefenseNet for the daughter.

Fired for insubordination. Poor kid.

You mentioned my daughter again. They don't make class thick enough.

to stop me from choking you out.

Elevator six.

Next. Proceed directly to your destination.

Please stay in your plotted zones.

Hey.

Go out 27, right?

Yeah. 29, neighbor.

Loft one.

Right.

Yeah. I'm Tim.

Tim. Jansky.

Jansky's my last name, and Tim is short for Timothy.

Got it.

Should we all go around and say our names in a fun fact?

We can do it later.

You! You!

You didn't have to do that back there. No problem.

You'll help him, Will.

Obedience. Never.

Heroism. Useless.

Technology.

Abuse. Freedom.

No.

Authority. Burn.

Anarchy. When.

Justice.

Hilarious.

Family.

Next image, what do you see?

Cutest puppy ever.

What about this one?

Oh, it's my favorite flower.

Giving me a hug.

Final image, tell me about it.

Infinite bunnies sucked into a knife tornado, spraying blood all over the

galaxy.

And Mr. Richards, you are quantifiably the angriest man to ever audition for

shows.

Well, that really pisses me off.

Proceed directly to your next destination.

Final assessment.

Ooh. Our jumpsuits are in here.

You are required to change your size jumpsuit. You're all bugged out.

That was bang, bang. Nice.

You must wear your designated jumpsuit. Hey, y 'all. We've got a target over

there. Yo, Richard.

It would be us, man.

It would be us.

Come on, shit happens, right?

That's us.

They say you run to add life to your days.

Not days to your life.

I'd say both are pretty fucking true.

Don't miss the... the final run of the season.

I always thought this was fake, but... Hey, runner.

I don't know.

Yeah, no, it wasn't fake.

You look pretty real now.

You cannot hide. All right, guys.

I'm just feeling realiosa.

You have special vibes.

And it's feeling realer every second, y 'all.

Later.

Miss Lachlan?

Hey, uh, you're the man, Richard.

Never would have made it without you.

You like spaghetti?

Go a little further away.

And so far, so good.

Don't worry, we'll keep it down.

Mr. Richards?

Lead a non -ass curriculum.

There's not death that man should fear.

You're never beginning to live.

Dan Killian.

Go ahead. Relax.

Sit.

You know, critics say The Running Man represents a return to the barbarism of

the Roman Colosseum.

I disagree.

I'm not doing The Running Man.

I'm aware of your family crisis, and I think the contents of this envelope will

help.

If we come to an agreement, it's yours to keep.

Call it a signing bonus.

I'll do any other show.

The most anyone's ever won on another show is a thousand ND, and I know it

sounds like a tremendous sum, but it's not enough to get your family out of

slumside for good.

Whereas on The Running Man, merely surviving a single week...

We put the Richards in the top 1 % of global wealth.

See for yourself.

Page 66.

I'm not trying to get myself killed.

Mr. Richards, I'll be honest with you.

I've said this to every contestant, but this is the first time I've really meant

it.

You have what it takes to win this game.

Our viewers have a burning desire to see a runner go the distance, and we've had

men come close.

29 days in season one.

But it's going to take somebody special to go the full 30.

You tested off the charts, so I looked through your employment history and had

my assistants show me your highlights.

And this is the most thrilling 10 seconds of video I've seen all year.

Well, they fired me for destroying their business.

But you bounced back.

Hired by DefenseNet, the best wages downtown.

No, best dog shit's still dog shit.

Then why beg to be rehired?

Let's be honest.

We stuck your neck out one too many times for your co -workers and got your

chopped off.

Pretty gutsy, considering half the country thinks you and it should be

Well, I come from the other half.

So they can kiss my ass twice.

Right there is why you can win this game.

You're a fighter, Rickards.

Network blacklisted you from all the courts they own, except for this one.

Risk your lives for other men and their families long enough, and do it for you

and yours.

Put your boots on.

Make them pay, anytime.

Sign the agreement and change your family's life forever.

And what father wouldn't want that?

Welcome to the running man.

This is exciting.

Ah, there you are.

I'm married.

I assume you two had an understanding based on her line of work.

She's a waitress at a club.

I've hit a nerve.

To mutually profitable collaboration.

I'm Agent Duck.

Your Family Alliance liaison.

Family Alliance is the network's premium private security service.

It's included in your contract.

No point in winning all that jack just to get your people robbed and killed.

We'll relocate the fam.

Put them under an assumed name.

That's the one thing you won't have to worry about.

You have one call.

To the wife.

Let her know.

We'll be there in the morning.

I need to bring her this tonight. I promise I will be back before the show

starts. No one comes back.

I got to lock you in a really nice apartment.

Come on, man.

I had a sick kid.

I'll deliver it now and bring back her a seat.

You give it to us too?

Hey, you okay?

Where are you?

I'm at the network building. I'm fine.

Look, a man named Doc, he's going to bring you 500 new in cash.

Take her to Uptown Mercy, all right?

It's 24 -7. Get her a real doc, whatever she needs.

Okay.

What did you do?

I'm on the running, man.

Listen to me.

I promise I'll be back.

I love you.

you're being

Hello, America.

You know me.

I'm Bobby King.

It's showtime.

Let's roll.

Wrist is your running band.

You're going to use it for timers, reminders, and rewards.

You got one job out there. Say what's on your mind. You're feeling angry,

violent, aggrieved. Don't think before you speak. That's for pussies. Go off.

Curse. Shake your dick in the crowd. It's all good freebie.

Lobby T.

Daniel, you son of a bitch.

How many times I gotta tell you to not put bluefin in my amused boots?

When I pull a mercury poison on a show night, your boots will not be amused,

Dan. Oh, there's the one. Yeah, that's that.

Yep. Oh.

I know it's weird to see me in real life, but you'll get used to it.

I'm flesh and blood just like you are.

My robot puts my pants on one leg at a time.

Classic, Bobby.

Not.

Shake your dick in the crowd. That's a bad note.

You look great.

Twenty seconds, people.

All right.

Be up there.

Are we ready?

Yes.

The new Coliseum.

America, the greatest country in the fucking universe.

We work hard. After a long day of busting ass, we get to kick back and

good.

But some don't want to work for that privilege.

Me, Trotter, Freeloader.

And why should they when they can make it from you?

Welcome to the game where we give three of these guys all the freedom they want.

Biodata, erase.

No scanners, no trackers. For 30 days, all that stands between these men and

millions is you.

Record, report, reward.

With over 10 million new dollars and prizes won, the best audience in the

remains undefeated.

from reaching your full potential, but now that anger is your superpower.

Embrace it. Our world must tell from right here in Co -op City.

Ben Richards, a healthy 35 -year -old man who thinks he's too good to work for

living.

Mr. Richards' last job was a full -time position at DefenseNet until he spilled

military secrets to a common union he's not even in.

That's bullshit!

That's bullshit!

That's right.

He's bit the ham that feeds him because that's what dogs do.

Remember that face.

You win 3 ,000 new dollars for a verified report and 10 ,000 for a lead

a kill.

We've doubled the prizes for the last one of the season because when the

go up and the stakes be high because the thousands he wins

goes to his wife Sheila.

which will only take the biggest hit at the Liberty if you comprendo by any

window.

Abandon Moe Richards.

It's up to her now to raise the tragic end of this sin.

But with that, I think it's time for... Well,

Mr. Rexes.

Come on, can we hear it?

Do you have any famous...

Last words.

Yeah.

Fuck you, Dan.

How long do you think you'll last?

Long enough to burn this building down and everyone in it.

You, Mr. Richards, are what they used to refer to as a game changer.

Now listen, I shouldn't say this, but when the run begins, lay low with your

kind. You'll last longer.

And also, in case you missed it in your contract, every goon you kill wins you a

10K bonus.

And it's a hundo per hundred.

The hunters don't hunt until the recording report app goes live.

Tomorrow morning. The running game.

You must take 10 minutes of on -cam ham per day.

These envelopes cannot be tracked.

Drop them in a network drone express mailbox before midnight, or you'll be

disqualified. Thank you. From further winning, but still hunted for 30 days.

Don't die for free.

Get your tape set. Go free.

Run far.

Get rich.

Make it to midnight tomorrow and win $5 ,000 new dollars. Awards increased by...

thousands per day and double at the end of each week the grand prize for

surviving day 30 is now a billion new dollars before they can win that who

do they have to get past ladies and gentlemen meet the

hunters five men who fight for real freedom deep undercover where you least

expect them in fact they may be amongst you

destroyed, gentlemen.

Take a last look at these thugs.

Observe the typical disguise of their kind used to escape justice.

In mere moments, they will walk among you, free to do whatever they want,

we stop them together!

13th and Obama.

Oh, hey, running man.

I was watching you out on the freebie. 13th and Obama.

Okay.

What's up, man?

Hey, take a pic with me. Okay.

What do you mean? No, it's okay.

You gotta be nice, man, so people don't report you, okay? Because people will do

that. Not me, though, man. I'm a nice guy. No, you know what? You're right.

Hey, we should pull over and pick up one of these hookers. She can take the

pick, huh?

Yeah!

Biggest idea ever, man!

Yeah!

Hey,

what are you doing, man?

Yeah, you better...

You don't see me on the hatch?

I saw you two blocks away on the infrared.

What do you want?

Look, I need two ID cards and a gun.

Forget it. I don't do guns.

Go see Mickey on the third.

What in the hell is the problem, man?

The running man?

What are you thinking?

I had you pegged for smart. Look, I didn't have a choice. Kathy was sick. Do

know how much danger you put me in coming here?

If you want to kill yourself, fine.

But leave me out of it, okay? You got it?

God damn it, Ben.

IDs are 100.

It's 30 each for costumes and accessories.

I've got a priest, I've got a combat veteran, I've got an exec.

And the rush order, make the 200 new, all in.

Go hide out in survival.

Pile five.

I'm going to lock the incinerator. Oh, I already did.

You don't mind if I check, do you?

All right, you heroes.

Come and get it.

Listen, Jordan.

Repel that drone.

We're all dead.

You sell a lot of these?

I can't keep them in stock.

Those TVs don't want you back.

It's going to work.

Absolutely. Okay,

you ready?

One, two, three.

All right.

Let's test out this contact.

Can you read anything on that shelf?

B .F .E.

20. Holy shit.

How do you have black Irish?

That's not for sale. Yeah, like I put that shit in my pocket.

Only took a couple grams to blow a fat person's sewers uptown.

B .F .E.

Big fucking explosion.

So what's your plan?

I don't know.

Play along with my own kind?

Your own kind will fill you out in a heartbeat.

I'd find the busiest place you can and disappear in the crowd. That's my

Well, you can leave the same way you came.

Molly, I had to do it.

No, you didn't.

I was going to bring you on here.

Sort of as a partner.

I should have told Sheila yesterday, but I wanted to tell you myself.

Hey, too late for that now.

Well, Godspeed.

See you on the big screen.

New York City, one way.

you say anything i will kill you so fast your mom won't even wake up but your

mustache i'm sorry

about that welcome

to the brass

hotel mr springer you saved your mustache

Fell off on the train.

I hate when that happens.

Everything okay, Mr. Springer?

Yeah.

It's, um... Have a good night.

Day. You know what?

Have fun.

be on camera 10 minutes a day they didn't say which part so i

guess you can watch my ass take a nap

before you just front your legs.

Our husbands are hard at work and they're a co -op thing. Yeah.

With Mr. Jansky.

You watch The Running Man?

I guess.

There's this guy on there who kind of looks like me and he's really hot or

something. I don't know.

I don't know.

I'm going to come back in a little bit and I'm going to try to ask that again.

And that's Jansky stepping out with his bro.

Get out of there, buddy.

Get out of there,

buddy.

Hi,

I'd like to extend my stay for three days.

I'd be happy to arrange that for you, Mr. Springer.

In the same room, if possible. Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

Your look.

Looks like I can keep you in the same room, Mr. Springer.

Great.

Can I get you a car this morning?

Uh, you know what?

I think I'll walk.

Attention passengers.

This is our final stop, Boston.

Please check your personal belongings before leaving.

Thank you for traveling with us.

Hey, brother.

I need to get off the street.

Oh, yeah?

I'm looking for a place to rack out for the month.

Mm -hmm.

Off the net, if you know what I mean.

Oh, is that so?

I'll give you a hundred new for your room and another hundred for your

A deuce hundred for this rat -ass jacket and that rat -ass room?

Fella, you need to get a Jamaica plane, pick up your head, man. Come on.

Put that shit away. What are you trying to get us killed?

Let me see your face.

Where'd you deploy?

Alaska.

Hey, Shrapnel.

You ain't seen combat, but I reckon it ain't stolen valor if you paid me for

You stay out of my stash I catch you in that basement again, I'm

gonna stomp you. And I'm gonna get me brother to take care of you. He'll kick

your cow ass over the moon.

Beat it!

I mean,

I'm on the murder show.

What are you going to do?

Take on the whole world?

Sweet. So here I am, a grown ass man playing hide and seek for money.

I think I'll just lay low.

Keep it cool.

Try not to burn out.

Depressed. Demonic.

Deceit.

What's happened to the remaining runners -break?

Tune in and find out.

Next up, rich and bold, it's those Americanos.

Hey, Jim.

How do you like this energy one?

I'm a big fan.

Love it.

How about you, Bill?

That's pretty much my favorite thing, General.

So, uh, guys, mind if I ask you a personal question?

Why do we all have the same voice?

Well, that's funny.

Mail later.

Good to see you too, Frank.

Give it a rest Frank.

We've got someone to talk to.

Damn thumb.

You're a weird guy, Frank.

There's no way out.

Never 100.

You've been licked. It doesn't matter.

Angulating the position.

Confirming the location.

And have entered the building.

Any moment now.

This was the game, my friend.

Here we go!

He's not going anywhere.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Hey, buddy.

They're all free to eat. The hunters are racing to intercept their prey.

Better run, Mr. Richard.

You are re -watched, lucky man!

Stop filming me!

as an explosion at the YVA in Fenway takes the lives of eight network team

results.

Belinda Gray, coming to life in the scene of a powerful blast that took

to its core early this morning.

No complication there, and that is what's responding.

A thrilling live update of the running...

I know you're here.

Come here, you little rat. Get off me!

You're the one who reported me. It wasn't me.

I ain't no rat. Oh, yeah?

Let me go!

I don't get Big Bro to take care of me. You think that Big Bro can kick my ass

if that's what I get to do? He's not gonna kick your ass. He's gonna save it.

You need help.

I mean, you gotta get off these streets, man.

Hoons and Zoos all up in this bitch.

Everyone's looking for you.

I'll be right back.

I got you, Bridget.

No, we're in the reference about the lava, baby. How the hell do you know?

I can pay you.

Get me off the street for the night. Hell no.

Father, indeed.

What? You need treatment.

My sister got cancer real bad.

Pay it now.

You're a good son.

Watch out.

I look like I'm frightening you.

I'll pass you well, Richard.

Faster every day.

Just a shocking amount of destruction here. The NCD on tactical alert as units

pour in from neighboring districts to do justice for their fallen brethren.

The NCD bomb squad is on scene combing through the rubble for evidence.

Preliminary reports indicate listeners set off the explosion in the basement.

His body is yet to be found.

But if one such report is on record... Baby.

of her life.

Do you think the network would rather pay us reward money or make us some

bullshit and arrest us?

What if I gave you enough to get you to the drill farms?

Say 500 mil.

I can get you out of Boston, but it won't be for money.

Bro, this dude ain't going nowhere.

Goon's got the hood surrounded.

We out.

No,

you seem like a smart cat.

What made you sign up to be a cog in their propaganda machine?

I'm just trying to take care of my family.

Just like you and your sister.

Jim.

My kid was sick.

I've had my wife enough to get her well.

Now I'm trying to get enough to get them out.

There's only two.

So if I do my job, he'll never even remember his long side.

Okay, Richards.

I can get you past that blockade, but I'm gonna need a couple days to set it

so I'm out here in the meantime.

You know, you could go to full 30 if you play smart.

And what makes you such an expert?

Tune in and find out.

Let's go to full 30.

I don't want a doc, I want just a doc. So why is it got to be so damn rough?

What goes on behind the scenes of the biggest 3D show of all time?

Welcome to The Apostle, episode 33 of Rules of the Running Man. If you did, do

it and distribute.

The network has three types for every run. Oh my God.

Type 1, hopeless dude.

Hopeless dude is cursed with a fatal misunderstanding of human nature.

He usually lasts less than 48 hours.

Come and get me.

Get me served, pal.

Type 2. Negative dude.

Bro gets smoked by the end of week one because he buys too much ass and not

enough food with his running start.

As blame to his appetite, he often sets himself up.

But if a runner's getting good ratings, they let him run 13 days.

And just like Papa always said, you can fly.

But you can't catch a ghost.

So, by the end of week two, ratings usually peak.

Oh, shit. The crowd wants blood, and Final Dude becomes a victim of his own

success. They might ask for destiny, but they never are one.

That's me, Nicole!

I'm the running man!

Double kill!

Rest in pieces!

That's him.

Is that supposed to inspire me? Oh, come on, man!

Don't you get it?

After that escape tonight, live, prime time, you are final dude.

And they're going to squeeze every last drop of ratings out of your ass. So you

got to leave until negative news flows out to get somewhere safe.

Which gives us enough time to set you up for the biggest underdog win in game

show history.

So where the hell is three?

Until you know what to do.

This will find out.

Package heading your way.

Yeah, special delivery as seen on preview.

Okay, I see you.

And pick up location B. Got it.

Mama's coming baby.

How does a five -year -old do one thing?

Radioactive dust.

We rolled out an explosion.

Never heard about that.

Yeah, you never heard of it because the network owns the news.

Just like they own that munitions factory. Just like they own the

what about the compliance with safety regs, right?

That's how June got sick.

For all you watching, not the index.

Not the technicals. You live in a tower uptown. I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to the people in the co -op.

The ones who can't get a job. The squatter tribes.

The kids getting shot for looking at a goon the wrong way.

There's something you all need to know.

The network is giving our kids cancer and they are covering it up.

Previously on The Running Man.

I'm still here.

Just sit here.

Ladies and gentlemen, last night, seven men and one woman gave their lives to

protect ours.

Their love for their country only matched by the love for their children.

Uh -oh.

Someone chose to end the lives of these heroes, and that someone was Ben

Windsor.

His new face has arrived, and somebody has to say about it.

For all you watchers, not these devils.

Not the technicals. If you were going to tower uptown, I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to the people in the co -op. The squatter tribe.

The ones who gave their jobs.

The kids didn't shop for looking at a group a long way. There's something you

all need to know.

I laughed my ass off smoking those kids.

And I wasn't just laughing at the scrims. I was laughing at their kids.

Why do you know how it felt when daddy did it to someone else?

i didn't say that okay i made a video about the network giving kids cancer

all fake you might get him out of here tonight right now

Oh, he's getting crazy on it.

The game's ours tonight.

Yeah, we got to go. You ready?

Here we go.

Okay. Keep them out of the way.

Go fight the boys. I want a thousand percent reward.

Got it.

No. I know. I know. Stay cool.

Come on. Come on.

They're still on us! I know!

You can trust him with your life.

Just don't mention hot dogs around the man.

Say hot dogs?

Yep. Go catch that slow train to Maine. Less people in the sticks, but keep your

head down and don't trust anyone.

This guy.

Name's L.

Hardcore. Down for the cause.

You really think this will work?

Look, we know what they have.

We don't got each other's back if the game's over before it even begins.

What's up, America?

I was about to tell you the network fakes these self -tapes, but if I did,

they'd just fake this one too. So, I'm just going to read you something

Here's your diary.

I woke up with the floss today.

My regular gig of killing heroic goons was feeling too routine.

Time for a meat day.

So I ate my favorite breakfast in bed.

In fact, with puppies. I could have eaten one.

Then I did yoga, I blew up a courthouse.

I know, creature habit.

But tonight, I'm gonna miss one more.

Mr.

Richards thinks he's funny, but we'll see you at the last lap when McComb

catches him laughing.

We're still here, you shitheads!

Damn, Richard, that's a tough act to follow, but... Kelly, did you get that?

Yeah! Oh!

Oh, my God!

Look at it!

Who did I miss?

Definitely her.

Whoa, Lincoln!

Real. Keep boys going down. No way. I got Ken Clemson. Ben Richards dies next.

Oh, come on. He pissed the network off all the way. That's why he's gonna win.

The guy's got marks. Yeah, he's one of us.

Taking on the boys in black.

Giving the world a finger.

He's your final runner. That's a fat damn straight.

What do you think, Reverend?

You seen this Richards guy?

No.

But he sounds like quite the character.

What's wrong with you?

fucking idiot.

Me again?

Look, here's the real deal.

I'm not out here trying to fight the power.

I'm not out here to have fun.

I'm here to win and get back to my family.

You won't see me growing Molotov cocktails. You won't see me growing

In fact, you won't see me at all.

Just in time, brother.

Best take out of Maine.

I got this girlfriend.

Okay.

Am I going to hell for using rubbers?

You may well go for not using them.

I have some brothers and sisters.

My father said he was in hell every single day.

Thanks, Father.

Have a good night.

Careful out there.

to the guy who stopped me from seeing my daughter again.

for my fellow citizens.

And let me make this clear for the cheap seats.

If I die on this show, I died for the two things I believe in.

My wife and my kid. Everything else. And everyone else can fuck off.

We all know

what that sound is.

Ricky McLaughlin won for her money. She rolled the dice on a very public

appearance at the Holy Grail Casino.

the kill was my vibe remember kids don't freaking drive unless you're good at it

beyond

their cash reward jeff and

gina will receive a lifetime supply of fun quick cereal

and then

never mind

What if he's in dairy?

He's not in dairy, Mom.

Don't worry, it's fine.

She thinks you're an actual demon, but she's fairly deaf. We can use our normal

voice. Kill him.

Well, you bastard.

Hunt him down!

She used to be a kind, clever woman.

This is where it all happens.

Amateur lab for making handcrafted dope, as far as you know.

Normal, non -revolutionary literature.

Wink wink.

Copy art from my harmless community newsletter.

You follow my dream?

Uh -huh.

So would the DNA ever?

Black Ops scanners that hide the fragmented strands of DNA.

These things are hidden in every street lamp across the country, which is why

you've got to get underground ASAP.

Man, if you want to ask, just ask.

What is that with the hot dog cart?

My dad was a cop.

A good cop.

Quit a protest when the network privatized local police.

He believed officers should be accountable to the towns that paid them,

government. Sure as hell not some megacorp.

So he bought the cart, busted his ass. We never missed a meal.

Better an honorable hot dog vendor than a crooked dune.

But his friends who signed on with the NPD didn't appreciate his choices.

They let him know every chance they got.

He made damn sure we were safe in his house.

But every time he took that card out, well, you see what it did to my mom.

And this is what they did to my dad.

His buddies on the force never solved the case.

They're the ones who killed him.

But you can't kill an idea.

Dad was their worst nightmare.

A free man with a conscience.

And everything they destroyed in him lives on in me.

Like a nuclear blast.

It never burns out.

Monster.

I'm good.

Haven, I can't outrun fate.

I cannot hide.

I'm good.

Let that go natural.

Before he was killed, Dad reaffirmed this Cold War shelter he found in a

forest. I have a detailed map for how to get there.

You can survive down there for three years, but you'll only be there for two

weeks.

Appreciate the rest of your takes tomorrow.

What do you think?

Um... Or... Maybe just... White.

Hardcore.

Check this out.

You can be arrested just for having the proof in your house.

But this won't be distributed until right after you win.

What the hell? A special issue on the network's most heinous crime.

What does that have to do with me?

A bomb's chemicals hold great power.

But without an initiator to make it go boom, it's harmless.

You know why they cheer for you down there?

They think you just might win.

And if you can survive against those booms, so can I.

The people have had it.

This country's ready to blow.

And you're the initiator. I'm not the initiator.

I'm a guy trying to give back to his family.

It's you against the world either way, brother.

Why not be both?

I picked the bathroom across the hall in the closet, so that's on you.

If the light in the hallway is on, she's asleep.

Hey.

I appreciate what you've done.

But if anybody finds out you're home, those same goons that got your dad,

they'll come for you.

One can hope.

and choose your best friend.

Rule two,

don't trust

the

network, ever.

Rule five, you remember, your dad

and I loved you a whole lot.

We're looking out for you.

No matter what.

Ha!

I knew it was you, devil murderer!

Stay away from my elf! Ma 'am! Ma 'am! You savage!

Wait! Mom!

You'll never eat puppies again!

Mom, no!

Mom! Mom, it's okay!

He's a friend! How do you know?

Ma 'am! Ma 'am!

If you press that button, the NCG will come and fire you. Okay, we will not

who gets caught in the crossfire. It will be a bloodbath.

We don't need every good interstate coming through that door, right?

No.

Mr.

Richards, just knock into my home!

You can't stay where you are.

Who are you? Well, I saw you.

We gotta get going.

I just need five minutes to follow these guys before we go.

What? Grab this stuff, I'll get the Vs!

You're not listening, it's dangerous!

Get in the safe room! No, Elsie, I want to see him die!

You hear that, Will?

You're gonna die!

We're here.

Doctor, someone has never arrived on scene in 4 minutes and 30 seconds.

He'll be long gone by then.

So you can slide down a pole? I brought us up here so we can fall down a pole!

Eight, four minutes flat.

Don't give me long runs. Long runs?

We are still in the goddamn house.

I'm glad you're outside.

She wants everyone in person.

On camera.

fucking psychopath?

If you can fake everything, why don't you just fake the whole show?

Believe me, we have tried.

But humans bring that special, unpredictable spark.

The audience lives for these happy accents.

A little advice?

I'll pay.

Make sure my family gets the money.

You want me to offer one of your own guys?

Take this map.

That bunker is in the middle of the forest.

Remember, Richards, you are the initiator.

Thank you.

thrill of the hunt.

Can you feel it?

Your heart beats faster.

Bright red blood pumps adrenaline through your veins.

This game is no game.

Life and death are on the line.

Can you feel it, Mr. Richards?

Congratulations.

You took out a hunter.

Now it's down to four of them.

What?

Every citizen of this great nation, one in five pieces, must have been robbed or

was dug into that hill.

Oh.

Think, Mallet.

Reacrit, think of fear as the prey animal realizes he's surrounded by

Reality, think then, as he's scurried to hide, desperately hoping to survive.

But deep down... He already knows it's too late.

Because... This is America, goddammit! And we don't put up with no bullshit!

But I'm not!

It's our first right!

Set it free!

Richard chose this path, and it's up to you to show him where it ends!

Keep your eyes open so you can see the terror in his!

And hunt him down!

This is a message for killing.

A den.

I'm starting to get how this game works.

It's not about me winning or losing.

It's about your ratings.

About how much chaos I can cause.

I'm taking this thing all the way to the end.

And I'm done playing defense. I promise you that.

But here's the deal.

I will see my family again.

And as long as they keep getting paid, you can put whoever you want.

in front of me. I will run through all of them.

I know you're about 30.

Well, guess what, you son of a bitch?

I'm from one side.

Just throw the little book out.

Here's the mutually profitable anonymous.

You want a show?

I'll give you a show.

Americana.

Americana.

Americana.

Americana. Let's do this!

We interrupt the Americanos for a live update from the running man. We don't

even like this show. The floor is dumb. Duh -duh. You're the only one dense

enough to think I know. It's so big.

Wait. Thank you.

I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

Nine of these are going to frag us if you don't back this car right now!

Keep it pointing north.

All the way to the border.

Go ahead.

Say what you gotta say.

Why?

You can go crazy and kill me?

No.

You have one minute to speak freely.

How'd you live with yourself?

You dare sit there and criticize my driving?

Tell me I'm operating my own car?

I am a member of society!

You disgust me.

You abandon that starving baby, that horrible wife of yours.

You can what?

Kill people for money?

And you want me to kill the best people?

The people who protect us from wealth like you?

And that's not a word I use!

That is my family.

A number finally came up for the part.

What got the dry scream for the first time.

That was the best day of my life.

But yeah, you're right.

Let's go, you filthy.

Not the bullets.

Not the death. Just the part that makes people like you think you're better than

people like us.

Let me ask you something. How much was that scarf?

Huh?

More than the meds my daughter needed when she was dying of the flu?

The flu!

That is a human life hanging around your neck.

You seem to be doing fine.

Who can blame you? It's a nice scarf.

I'm not a bad person.

No, do not start crying.

I will shoot us both if you start crying.

Crying is over.

When will that be?

Yielding for an emergency vehicle.

Ninth. Disable it! Disable it! Do not pull!

Yielding is pleasant.

You have successfully

yielded. Ninth.

Oh, hey, Richard.

You've been pulled over by the rustic rock militia boys.

We're here to secure our...

Don't worry, lady. We're the good guys.

Just step out of the car.

You'll be safe with us.

It's here we walk.

What the fuck is happening?

The producers just killed an hour ago, Jeff.

Is that me?

I don't want to do that.

Those men were just trying to protect me from you.

What is it going to take for you to get?

I'm not the bad guy.

Take the car.

Drive away. I don't want to hurt you. You think they're going to let you walk

after seeing that?

You're on the show now.

No, I'm not.

Richard's live.

And inside, he's got a hostage.

A meal and a movie on a 27 -year -old wheelchair. Something will make.

the crisis continues and this william gray albine has snored on rustic rock

siding road the hostage situation has triggered the nct to go into full

order

They're just saying,

keep filming us?

If the weather gets good ratings,

we'll let them run.

Oh, my.

Is that a blockade?

All right.

We'll play our part, but let us pass.

Keep driving.

I'm not going to shoot.

How do we know?

Because they're going to wait for the show to start.

So what?

So what what?

Filming.

Amelia, can you give me the gun?

Why not?

You're obviously the hero.

I don't think we're going to need this anymore.

According to report, state your claim.

Oh my God.

you guys get this message to kill you do it again please you heard the lady

I know the truth.

Are you willing to kill all of them?

Because I am.

I'm holding on to this bullhorn with my right hand.

My left hand is in my front pouch, wrapped around 12 pounds of black ivory.

When I used to work in Denver Public Utility, you get these two sons that

It takes less than a gram to blow those up.

12 pounds.

I'll vaporize everything in a half -mile radius.

Oh, shit.

BFB -20 is the most highly regulated industrial explosive, and I haven't even

set foot in the sand.

Guess Molly didn't tell you everything.

I got my finger stuck in the detonator ring, and it's on half -cocked.

I want one of those big, fancy, flying deer airplanes.

I want two auto -shoots handed to Amelia at the bottom of the ramp.

If the shoots are sabotaged, if you make any sudden moves, if you don't back

those trucks up and let me on that tarmac right fucking now, you only live

to go boom.

I'll just see you in hell and laugh in your face.

You got one minute.

I'm gonna convince them your handbag is a bomb long enough to bail out over

Canada.

They'll never let you win, so I'm gonna slip out the back door and wait out the

clock. We just have to keep the audience entertained until that jet crosses the

border.

What if they call your bluff?

Make sure our remote's real. Get scared, freak out, curse, scream.

Call me the worst thing that's possible.

Just remember, everything bad, it's all good freebie.

Act terrified when McConey hands you the sheet.

I won't have to act.

When Grabs is done, you'll know it's time to go off.

You think you're the guy who stops me from seeing my daughter again?

So start today.

Get on the plane.

Only if you take your mask off.

Audience will love it.

Keep dreaming.

Okay.

Welcome aboard, Mr.

Richards, to the Metair Flybee Luxury Jetliner, the ultimate in private

With state -of -the -art safety features, this is first -class comfort

-high. So sit back and enjoy the most relaxing ride of your life.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Richards. I'm Captain Holloway.

You'll excuse me if I don't shake your hand.

That's First Officer Dunninger and Navigation Officer Dunning to your left.

Looks like you're missing one.

Hey, Captain. How many laboratories are on this rust bucket?

Four. Six.

Why don't you check them all for stowaways?

Anyone sneaks up on me, it's going to be a real short ride.

So where are we headed tonight?

Plot a route.

over the richest homes from here to Canada.

Fly as low as you can. Let me know when we're 10 minutes from the border.

As you wish.

Hey, Richard.

Six minutes of showtime.

Get that last meal before they continue to blow your head off in front of a

couple billion people.

Oh, yeah?

You know, you could really put the makeup on before the show starts.

Fuck the show!

Let's go. Oh, you want to go?

We can all go right now! Stop!

Do it! Do it, tough guy! Why are you doing this?

See my twitch. Show him the bomb!

Show it to him before he shoots you and kills us all!

No, show it!

Because I don't want to feel like this anymore!

Do you fucking hear me? I'm done!

Oh, my God!

Richard, what if I offer you an amnesty deal and an exit visa?

You're nothing but a Halloween costume.

You can't offer me shit.

You're true, Mr. Richard.

You can, but I can't. How about I offer you a deal? You tell your hunters in the

cockpit to do what I tell them, otherwise I blow up this jet and

Dan, I admire your commitment to the bet, but we're short on time, so I'll be

blunt.

We know you're bluffing.

Flying V Mark II has scanners built into the doors.

It's been wildly entertaining.

But you can give Amelia her lovely handbag back now.

Evan?

Evan? Don't.

That's game.

I picked up that weapon, sir. Evan, are you insane? The show hasn't even

started. Hand over your gun and go to the back of the...

Thank you.

You can remain there until I say otherwise.

I need a moment to have a word with Mr. Richards to discuss a sensitive matter.

Let's keep this between us.

You know, it wasn't too long ago that someone with my job thought it was more

important to force some...

hypocritical moral message down society's throat than to simply

They forgot about the power of illusion, the power of the star, which is what

you are, Richards.

And this is why we want to offer you your own show.

A picture of a former runner redeemed through righteous vengeance turns his

around to become a lethal force for good.

They call him the Hunter.

The board has authorized me to pay you five million new dollars per fusion.

There's only one condition.

Sit back, watch the intro, and when Bobby cues you, kill every hunter on

jet.

Condition met, I'll remote pilot you back to the studio jet port where the

President of the United States will induct you as hunter number six.

Another title ID I'm playing with.

The data says the revenge plot. Revenge?

Revenge for what?

Who is going to root for a guy who kills your national heroes?

I call bullshit, Dan. Let me worry about Korea.

No deal.

The truth.

Revenge for your wife and child.

Why would I ever believe you?

Because if they were still alive, I'd hold them at gunpoint and force them to

whatever I want.

and torture them right in front of you i didn't want to show you this but i'm

out of time to save your life the hunter you killed was part of a tight crew

mccone and the men in that cockpit flew to co -op city to the sheila and kathy

secret uptown location and they badged their way past the family alliance

and i'm sorry ben not all accidents are happy

We want you to win.

The audience is already on your side.

Once I show them footage of McCone and his men killing your family, they will

follow you into hell.

Think of what this does to your narrative.

30 seconds to showtime, Ben.

You'll find a gun by the coffee station in the galley. But if you don't sign

before the theme music ends, I'll order the bastards that killed your family to

kill you too.

We here at the Running Man believe in following the rules.

So it amazes me to tell you that one of our most important rules has been broken

by the very men we entrust to enforce them.

Chief McCollum and his hunter.

And that rule is, we protected the Runner's family from harm.

We thought it only fair to let Richards administer the penalty for this grave

infraction.

As we go on to Richards, we pray as we dance.

Hey, Richards.

You making coffee?

Yeah. I'm drinking.

When you feel a need...

The other parachute, I couldn't stop it.

Drop that on.

Keep your head down.

The freight has become the predator.

Uh -oh.

That's reality described.

The tension is hard to remember.

It all comes down to this.

Richie's just taking a savage blow.

Shut the fuck up, Bobby!

This is how they fire me. What do you think they'll do to you?

Chum?

You think you're the only runner? I forgot to offer the deal.

Think surviving two weeks in prison makes you feel shit?

I'm 29 days.

What's more likely?

A, I killed your family.

B. Killian sold you just the right lie to get a bloodbath season finale.

Or C.

They're too fucking stupid to figure it out.

Take it from someone who took the deal to be a hunter instead of the hunter.

The only time you'll ever see your family again is when they courted them

front of you.

Fuck with your head enough to make you want to kill it all away.

You're full of shit.

You're all full of shit.

Truth is, I'm doing you a favor.

That's James.

Good boy, Scott.

Get them back on the ground.

This usually opens on its own.

But if it doesn't, just let it rip.

When you get on the ground, just run like hell. Don't look back.

When I tell you, you're going to pull that down all the way.

I'm sorry they did this to you.

I did it to myself.

You are the man.

We have commanded the jet.

Our best trauma surgeons are already on the tarmac ready to patch you up as good

as new.

The weight, making his 3D debut with a special message.

The creator of Running Man, super producer Dan Killian.

Mr. Richard, we here at the network believe you embody the raw strength and

of the earth moral backbone this country stands for.

And we want, no, we need to see more.

This summer, Ben Richards is under six.

Congratulations, Ben, and welcome to the network, family.

I already got it, family.

You kill him or not, Ben.

Give it up for Dan Killian.

and you get to tell 10 billion people how you really feel.

How does it feel to be a hero back?

Nothing I've done on the show makes me a hero.

I tried to be a hero once.

They blacklisted my ass.

My daughter got sick.

It is the only job I can get.

Seems like the whole point of freebie is to make us hate each other so

they can keep stealing from us while we fight in the mud.

Do you want big proof?

Turn it off.

We are all being fucked by the network.

Find out who really runs it.

Record.

Report them.

Get their names.

You just met one of them.

Dan Killian.

You remember that face.

Don't watch 3D.

Watch the page for it.

Turn it off.

I'm the only one who saw it.

You've been on an ad break since you said nothing you did on the show made

hero. You think it was worth it? You think your little rant makes you a

We're going live again in 30.

And this time you'll play your part because if not, we're going to run this

instead.

I told you I was going to burn this building down and everyone in it!

I'm sad.

Work with me, Richard. Don't throw your life away.

Don't make me fly that jet into the network building.

They'll blow you out of the sky.

Are they dead or alive, dude?

Who? My family. Who cares? If I told you they were alive, would you even believe

me? We are alive in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Okay, out of your way.

I told you I was going to burn this building down and everyone...

The men call everyone.

The MCG will blow him out of the sky.

You shall see that.

Let's wind that back.

Ben Richards.

Legend. The network wants you to think that on day 18 of his run, after taking

out all five Hunters, the longest surviving contestant since season one,

committed suicide by surface -to -air missile.

The apostle calls bullshit.

First of all, they cut the ad six minutes earlier than usual and ran them

twice as long. They must have needed the time to write this fake -ass shit.

And then they swamped the crowd.

Where did Purple Shirt Guy come from?

Season 5, episode 13 to be exact.

That's how dumb the network thinks we are.

Their ball distortions meant none of us knew the truth about what happened on

that jet. Until a revolutionary riot girl found the jet's black box on the

of her co -op. Her uncle had the audio duped, distributed, and put it on blast.

Turn it off.

And God damn it, did we ever. The network wasn't about to give us the

we learned how to give it to each other. Ben lit the fuse.

And the fuse exploded like a nuclear blast.

Before the network even knew it existed.

The lot creepy.

Want to pay for it. But questions remain about that fateful night.

Keep going, Tim!

Did the hunters really assassinate Ben's family?

Battalions sell him just the right lie for a bloodbath season finale.

And the prequel, on everyone's mind, Did Ben Survive? The apostles' research

reveals that one of the flying V Mark II's state -of -the -art safety features

was a crew at St.

Paul's. Just the local size of this so -called debris.

Did Ben achieve death one last time? Stop filming me! Did not work well, say.

But one thing's for sure.

I'm still here, you city dirt.

Oh my God, these are adorable.

Oh, sorry, they're not mine.

The guy outside bought them for you, Mrs. Richards?

Groceries too?

You are indeed a fact of power.

Where do you think you're going?

You don't hear that?

I say that's some valuable audience feedback, Dad. No, no, no, no. You get

out there and you do your job. How about you do my job?

Hey, you're crushing the ratings for 20 years. I own that audience. You don't

think I can turn this around?

You're the one who wants to make him a star, Dad.

Mission accomplished.

It's his show now.

You think he could just walk?

Please, please.

Take another look at my book.

Page 42, paragraph 6.

There's a special clause in the smallest of print that reads, Fuck you.

Ten seconds?

Ten seconds.

Coco,

come on, let's go.

You know what?

Fuck that.

This is my house. I set the rules.

That's the theme. You're out of my circle. It's your thing.

Play the theme right now.