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I'm not angry.

I'm not asking for
special treatment, I'm just...

Begging.

You said I was one of your best guys.

Was.

If you can't hire me back, just ask them
to take me off the blacklist.

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's had a fever for the last weekend.

No, no, no, no.
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 fry.

Take the win.

Bye-bye.

Sick kid in my office.

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

I brought her to stop myself from bouncing
your face off this desk.

And this is you... not angry?

Next!

Next!

Hey you, tough guy.

Are you man enough to risk it all?

Today is your last chance in a year to be
on The Running Man.

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

days, you'll run away with a billion new
dollars.

Go on.

I'll give you a head start.

Catch me if you can, motherfuckers!
Woo! Come on!

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

Don't miss the final run of the season.

- The Running Man.
- Don't worry.

- Tomorrow, 8 o'clock.
- Daddy's not that crazy.

Welcome back to
Speed the Wheel, where a

big-boned badass bets
bravely to bag big bucks.

- Am I right, bud?
- Yeah.

And away wheel go.

I know. I know.

Mommy's coming right back.

Mommy's coming.

Bud, for 100 new dollars, the capital of
France is A, Marseille, B, Lyon,

or C, Paris?

Paris. C.

Correct!

- Paris for 100 new...
- Cynthia, drop a hundo in the hammy.

Oh, look at the fuzzy hamster.

Did you see the fuzzy hamster?

Bud, next question.

For 100 new dollars,
how many lavatories

does a net-air flying-V
luxury jetliner have?

Is it A4, B5, or C6?

Say B, bud.

Is it A?

It's C6.

Six toilets.

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

It's time to Speed the Wheel!

- Oh, my God.
- Bud, in my hand is the question...

...that could change your life.

Who invented the pepperoni?

Oh, no.

Bud, we hardly knew you.

- I'm here.
- Oh, wow. Okay.

- Mommy's here.
- Here she is.

- How's she doing?
- Mommy.

- How's she feeling?
- She's really burning up.

Hey. Come on.

Thank God you're here.

- Can I feel?
- I think she's hurting bad.

- That's not good.
- Two drops.

All right.

- Wait, what is this?
- Look, I know.

Molly said he would have real
farms, damn it. Real flumets.

Yeah, well, a little black market buddy
has all the stuff to kill people,

but it's sold out of the things to save
them.

- All right.
- Thank you.

This stuff doesn't make her better,
babe.

But it makes her feel better.

Look, I just pulled another
double at that hellhole club,

and if it wasn't dead in the
morning, I'd still be there.

So that's what we can afford today.

I talked to him.

Oh, you did?

- Who watched Kathy?
- Took her with me.

I didn't, you know, guilt trip him.

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

- Smart.
- I left my pride at the door.

I was respectful, maybe got a little heated
at the end, but by then it was game over.

They don't want us to win.

I'm sorry.

I tried.

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

You were just standing up for your 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 this together, right?
- Right.

We'll think of something.

It's okay.

Wait. Where's her sock?

Oh, Ben, those take forever to make.

No, no, it was on when we got home.
Hold on.

It's here. It's here.

Those are her comfies, babe.

Where did you kick that off?

Don't worry.
Your 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 you said that place was dead in
the morning.

It is. Except for the most
desperate, wasted losers.

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

- You hear the waitresses do it all the time.
- No.

Look, if these jerks
can splash 50 Indy per

bottle, they can
accidentally save a kid's life.

- Babe, I can't let you do that.
- Ben, she is burning up.

Look, my friend makes 20 new every shift,
usually from just one customer.

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

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

She just charms him into
tipping for something that's not on

sale, and right now it's
prime time for that kind of play.

Look, if the wrong exec thinks
that 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 from a real
doc, she won't survive another night.

We don't have a choice.

Yeah, we do.

- Where are you going?
- To get money.

Enough for her to see a real doc before
bedtime.

You lecture me about taking chances?

People on that show never come back.

I'm not even trying out for The Running
Man.

Look, there's a ton of other shows.

Look, the lowest amount someone won today,
75 new dollars.

I get on one of those, we get the meds.

Oh, no. People on
these games get hurt, too.

Like, really bad.

Look, there's kids' stuff next to the kind
of jobs I work.

Hey.

Promise me you won't go on that show.

I promise.

I'll get you out of here.

Ben.

I need you.

Watch yourself.

Network buildings.

Tryouts.

Proceed to your destination.

Loitering will be prosecuted.

I know how it feels to get demoted.

When it comes time to get promoted.

Cause you might be moving up too fast.

Yeah.

You ain't even down the street.

It's too Mouth closed!

Do not sit down!

Do not lay down!

Eyes closed!

Oh shit.

I can still try out.

Hey, this guy's in trouble.

Get up and get back in line!

This guy needs help!

No helping!

Step back!

Get him a fucking doctor and I will!

I said step back now!

Keep moving, people!

Nothing to see!

Back in the line!

Well!

Eyes full!

Mouth closed!

Do not sit down!

Do not lay down!

Eyes full!

Mouth closed!

Next.

Tap each page to confirm the information's
correct.

What's the triangle mean?

I'll read it to you, it'll be faster.

Ben Richards, 35, married.

Employment history, hired by CGEN,
fired for insubordination.

Why is there a red triangle on my file?

Hired by Net Utility, fired for...
Hey man, I asked you a question.

Insubordination?

Hired by DefenseNet, birth of daughter,
fired for insubordination.

Poor kid.

You mention my daughter
again, they don't make

glass thick enough to stop
me from choking you out.

Elevator 5.

Elevator 6.

Next.

Proceed directly to your designated
elevator.

Proceed directly to your designated
elevator.

Please stay in your allotted zones.

Hey.

Co-op 27, right?

Yeah.

29, neighbor.

Loughlin.

Ben.

Alright, Ben.

Elevator 6.

This is us.

Catch me if you can, motherfuckers!

Woo!

Come on!

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

Hey, don't.

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.

What?

I got you!

I got you!

This is a rest period.

Assessment resumes in 60 seconds.

Thanks.

You didn't have to do that back there.

No problem.

You'll help him, Wilf.

Obedience.

Never.

Heroism.

Useless.

Technology.

Abuse.

Freedom.

Nope.

Authority.

Burn.

Anarchy.

When.

Justice.

Hilarious.

Family.

And.

Next image, what do you see?

Cutest puppy ever.

What about this one?

Aww.

That's my favorite flower.

Giving me a hug.

Final image.

Tell me about it.

Infinite bunnies getting
sucked into a knife

tornado, spraying
blood all over the galaxy.

Mr. Richards.

Richards, you are quantifiably the angriest
man to ever audition for our 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 into your
assigned jumpsuit.

You're on bug out.

That's bang bang nice.

You must wear your designated jumpsuit to
proceed.

Yo, you got a target on your back.

Yo, Richards!

Knew it would be us, man.

Knew it would be us.

Come on, shit happens, right?

Jansky, Richards, Laughlin.

Ooh, that's us.

They say you run to add life to your days.

Not days to your life.

That's it, both are pretty fucking true.

Don't miss the final run of the season.

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

I don't know.

You can't outrun fate.

Feeling pretty real now.

You cannot hide.

Right, guys?

From destiny.

Feeling realiosa.

You were discretion advised.

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

Later.

Miss Laughlin?

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

Never would have made it without you.

You like spaghetti?

Still a little something for you.

Hey, so far, so good.

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

Never.

Mr. Richards?

Vita non est curriculum.

There's not death that man should fear.

But never beginning to live.

Dan Killion.

Go ahead, relax.

Sit.

You know, critics say The
Running Man represents

a return to the barbarism
of the Roman Coliseum.

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 usually... 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

would 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 gonna take somebody special to go
the full 30.

You tested on me.

You took me off the charts.

So I looked through
your employment history

and had my assistants
shoot me your highlights.

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

Well, they fired me for destroying the
harness.

But you bounced back.

Hired by DefenseNet, the best wages
downtown.

No best dog shit, still dog shit.

Then why beg to be rehired?

Let's be honest.

You stuck your neck out.

You won too many times for your coworkers
and got your head chopped off.

Pretty gutsy, considering half the country
thinks unions should be illegal.

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, Richards.

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

You've risked your life for other men and
their families long enough.

Now do it for you and yours.

Put your boots on.

Make them pay.

In cash.

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

What father wouldn't want that?

Then your thumbprint.

Just press the box.

Welcome to the running man.

This is exciting.

Ah, there you are.

This is the fun bit.

I'm married.

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

She's a waitress at a club.

I've had a nerve.

My apologies.

To mutually profitable collaboration.

I'm agent Doug.

Your family alliance liaison.

Family alliance is the network's premium.

Premium private security service.

It's included in your contract.

No point 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.

Linda, I need to bring her this tonight.

I promise I will be back before the show
starts.

No one comes back.

I gotta lock you in a really nice
apartment.

Come on, man.

I had a sick kid.

I'll deliver it now.

And bring back her receipt.

Can you give her this too?

Hey.

You okay?

Where are you?

I'm at the network building.

I'm fine.

Look, a man named Doug, he's gonna bring
you 500 new in cash.

Take her to Uptown Mercy.

Alright?

It's 24-7.

Get her a real doc.

Whatever she needs.

Ben?

Yeah?

What did you do?

I'm on the running, man.

Listen to me.

I promise I'll be back.

I love you.

I love you too.

We're good.

You know, we're gonna be good.

Are those my Jaleelah's?

I don't know.

Are they?

I told you, never ever wear my shoes.

Ever!

Your feet smell like dead mice!

Now I have to burn them!

You're an insane person.

What is going on here?

Mom!

You stole my shoes!

Because Elizabeth put them in my shoe
cubby.

Take off my freaking shoes.

Are you serious?

We're jumping.

No, we're not.

Hello, America.

You know me.

I'm Bobby T.

And if you like my music.

When I murder your thirst,
it means for an ice-cold

liquid death, the official
beverage of the running man.

The starting gun fires tonight at 8.

Showtime.

Let's roll.

Wrist.

This is your running band.

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

Good luck down there.

Are you ready to see the running crowd?

One minute warning.

Last looks.

One minute.

Watch your back, people.

Stay clear.

We 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 at the crowd.

It's all good freebie.

Bobby T.

Daniel, you son of a bitch.

How many times I gotta tell you,
do not put bluefin in my moo's boots.

When I pull a mercury poison, you're gonna
know it's so nice.

Your boots will not be a muse,
Dan.

Oh, is this the one?

Mm-hmm.

Is this our star?

Yep.

Oh.

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

Do not shake your dick at the crowd.

That's a bad note.

You look great.

Twenty seconds, people.

All right.

See ya.

Boop, boop.

There it is.

The new coliseum.

Bobby T.

Bobby T.

Bobby T.

Bobby T.

Bobby T.

Bobby T.

The greatest country in the fucking
universe.

We work hard.

And after a long day of busting ass,
we get to kick back and feel alive.

Feel good.

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

Thieves.

Trumpsters.

Freeloaders.

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

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

Bio data?

Erased.

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 in prizes won, the

best audience in the world
remains... Undefeated!

It's the Running Man!

And now... Yeah!

Bobby!

Your tall, tenacious, trustworthy
trailblazer of the truth... Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Bobby T!

Your fury at the injustice of the world
has stopped you from reaching your full

potential, but now that anger is your
superpower.

Embrace it!

Our first runner hails from right here in
Co-op City.

Ben Richards.

A healthy 35-year-old man who thinks he's
too good to work for a living.

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

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

That's bullshit!

That's bullshit!

Come on now, show business kids.

Chill out.

That's right!

He's been the hand that feeds them,
because that's what dogs do.

Remember that face?

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

$10,000 cash payment in
the future... It leads to a kill.

We've doubled the prizes for the last one
of the season.

Because when the stakes
go up... The stakes go down!

And the stakes be high.

Because the thousands he wins goes to his
wife, Sheila.

A night witch who only takes the biggest
tips at the Liberty.

If you comprendo my innuendo.

Fuck you!

Abandoned by Richards, it's up to her now.

To raise the tragic kin of their sin.

But what's that?

I think it's time for...

Well, Mr. Richards!

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?

How small does your dick...

Talent remains unrivaled.

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 own kind.

You'll last longer.

And also, in case you missed it in
your contract... Every goon you kill...

Wends you a 10k bonus.

And it's a hundo per hunter.

I don't know how yet...

But I'm gonna fuck you up someday.

That's the spirit.

Loser to run!

Rule 1.

Running money.

Runners get a 1000 new dollar advance and
a 12 hour running start.

The hunters don't hunt until the record
and report app goes live tomorrow morning.

Rule 2.

The running cam.

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 winnings but still hunted
for 30 days.

Don't die for free.

Get your tape set.

Rule 3.

Run far, get rich.

Make it to midnight tomorrow and win 5000
new dollars.

Awards increase by 1000 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?

The hunters!

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 right
now!

And our leader, the ghost haunting
every runner's dreams... Chief McColl!

Search and destroy, gentlemen.

Let them go!

Take a last look at these thugs.

Observe the typical disguises their kind
use to escape justice.

In mere moments, they will walk among
you...

free to do whatever they want...
until we stop them... TOGETHER!

Take that gun!

Take that gun!

Take that gun!

Take that gun!

Take that gun!

Take that gun!

On your marks.

Get set...

RUN!

Thirteenth and Obama.

Whoa!

Hey, running man!

You on-on on the freebie!

Thirteenth and Obama.

Okay.

Keep on running.

Yeah.

Keep on hiding.

One fine day I gotta be the one to make
you understand.

What's up, man?

Take a pic with me!

It's 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 pic, huh?

Sickest idea ever, man!

Yeah!

Hey,

where you going, man?

Yeah, you better run!

I hope they burn your ass!

You did me, pal!

Yo, shit!

Yo, Molly, let me in!

Hello?

Molly?

Yo, Molly?

What?

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 third.

What in the hell is your 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 you 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 a hundred.

It's thirty each for costumes and
accessories.

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

And the rush order makes it two hundred
new, all in.

Okay.

Go hide out in survival.

It's aisle five.

I'm gonna lock the incinerator.

Oh, I already did.

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

All right, you here, come and get it.

Listen to him.

If he lets go, we're all dead.

You sell a lot of these?

I can't keep them in stock.

Those TVs don't want you back.

Come on.

Is this gonna work?

Absolutely.

Stand in the middle.

Okay, you ready?

One, two, three.

All right.

Let's test out those contacts.

Okay.

Can you read anything on that shelf?

All right.

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 up
fatbergs in the sewers uptown.

B.F.E.

Big fucking explosion.

So what's your plan?

I don't know.

Play low with my own kind?

Your own kind will sell you out in a
heartbeat.

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

That's my advice.

Well, you can leave the same way you came.

Molly.

I had to do it.

No, you didn't.

I was gonna 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 big screen.

New York, Sydney?

One way?

ID and cash in the tray, please,
sir.

Safe travels, Mr. Springer.

Thank you.

Mr. Hey, Mr. Your face.

I don't think you ever saw it.

You say anything, I will kill you so fast
your mom won't even wake up.

But your mustache.

So sorry about that.

I want my snack back.

Now arriving at New York Penn Station.

This is the final stop for this train.

Welcome to the Brandt Hotel, Mr. Springer.

You shaved your mustache.

Fell off on the train.

I hate when that happens.

Everything okay, Mr. Springer?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Just, um...

Have a good night.

Day.

You know what?

Have both.

Rules say I have to be on camera ten
minutes a day.

They didn't say which part.

So...

I guess you can watch my ass take a nap.

Americano.

Previously on The
Americanos... I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

You should have thought about that before
you spread your legs.

Mom!

No, it's true.

I warned you.

Why?

You guys.

You guys.

You guys.

Tomorrow's my half birthday.

One down.

Twenty-nine to go.

No!

Fuck!

Oh!

Yeah!

Oh!

Oh!

Hunter!

Jansky!

Oh!

John Springer.

Oh!

John Springer!

Live update!

Let's go!

Our hunters are hard at work near
a co-off city, Net Mart, where Mr.

Jansky is flirting with the
clerk that just reported him.

Let's find out if he's also flirting with
death.

Did you watch the, uh, excursion that you
were going through lately?

Jesus, Tim.

Get out of there, buddy.

Move, move.

You're walking.

It's the fucking running man.

Here we go.

Oh, man.

Bang!

God.

And Jansky crosses the finish line.

That's one down and two to go.

Watch tonight at 8 to see if Jenny Laughlin
and Ben Richards are still on the run.

How long do they have left?

Tune in and find out.

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.

Of course.

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

You're in luck.

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.

No!

We're leaving.

Thank you for traveling away from that
bus.

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 Ned, 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 jacket.

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

Fella, you need to get a Jamaica plane,
pick up your head meds.

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 it.

Thanks.

I'll come back here, you little shit!

Hey, you listen to me.

You stay out of my stash.

I catch you in that basement again,
I'm gonna stomp you.

And I'm gonna get Big Brother to take care
of you.

He'll kick your cow ass over the moon.

Beat it!

Yeah, good luck with that.

Idiot.

Four, two...

Okay.

Guess I gotta make another one of these
tapes.

You know, I've always been the guy who
followed the rules.

I showed up to work first, I left last.

Nice.

Hasn't done much for me.

Obviously.

I mean, I'm on the murder show.

Ah, but what are you gonna do?

Take on the whole world?

Sweet.

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

Thank you.

I think I'll just lay low.

Keep it cool.

Try not to burn out.

Not only do I scare them, like they do.

I'm your mother, Sprout!

They ain't through mud, they're not
through embodied love right now.

A son.

Dad, I just lost my whole life...

What is your real problem?

Guys, do you mind if I ask you a personal
question?

Why do we all have the same voice?

Relax, Ben.

Mail later.

Whoever!

Whoever!

Good to see you too, Frank.

I'm the dog!

I'm the dog!

I demand an apology!

I demand an apology!

Give it a rest, Frank.

At least you got someone to talk to.

Damn, son.

What?

Duh.

You're a weird guy, Frank.

We interrupt the Americanos for a live
update from the Running Man.

One, two, three, let's go!

Running Man.

We catch up with an undisclosed runner.

The hunters are currently descending on
the location.

Orders have been given.

They're entering the premises now.

Get in your fucking room.

Now.

Rover cams have been
deployed and are waiting for

the signal that the hunters
have found their prey.

I'm on three.

There's no way out from this runner.

But never underestimate a cornered rack.

I'm getting worried about the hunters.

I saw him!

I saw Ben Richards!

He's heading downstairs!

Will this runner even have a chance to
run?

The fuse has been lit.

It's just a matter of time.

Are hunters triangulating the run?

What is the exact position?

Confirming the location.

Mr. Richards talked the talk.

We're about to find out if he can walk the
walk.

I need a Rover on three.

Chief McComb has confirmed.

The hunters have found their man.

Things are heating up.

Nowhere to hide.

The runner is trapped inside of the
building.

But what's this?

McComb's given the signal.

The Rover cams have entered the building.

Any moment now.

This is why we play the game, running
fans.

The moment of truth.

Where these animals find out we live in a
society with rules.

A society where actions have consequences.

And there they are.

The hunters.

Posted up outside Richards' room.

We're going in.

Here we go!

Hold fire!

Why?

He's not going anywhere.

Hey, buddy.

You're on freebie.

The hunters are racing to intercept their
prey.

Better run, Mr. Richards.

This is why we watch, running fans.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Stop filming me!

Going down.

Got it.

He's headed for the lobby.

You've reached the lobby.

Richards, you're going down.

I've got a grenade!

Back at you.

I'm still here, you shit eaters.

Tragedy strikes.

As an explosion at the
YVA in Fenway takes

the lives of eight network
community guards.

Belinda Bray, coming to
you live in the scene of a

powerful blast that took
Boston to its core early tonight.

No confirmation yet on whether Richards'
body is dead.

As far as we know, the runner is still
alive.

A thrilling live update of the Running Man
from Deadwood.

Hey, come on out.

I know you're here.

Come here, you 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'mma get Big Bro to take care of you.

You think your Big Bro can kick my ass
after what I just went through?

He's not gonna kick your ass, he's gonna
save it!

You need help!

Man, you've gotta get off these streets,
man!

Goons and Zooms all up in this bitch.

Everyone's looking for you.

Hey.

Hey, yo, stay here.

I'll be right back.

I got you, Richards.

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I

got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

I got you, Richards!

Moments.

My sister got cancer.

Real bad.

Make it ten.

Here are the good stuff.

Goddamn.

I love the price on your head.

How fast can you run, Richards?

Faster every day.

Just a shocking amount of destruction
here.

The NCG on tactical alert as units pour in
from neighboring districts.

Seeking justice for their fallen brethren.

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

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

His body is yet to be found.

Baby, it's time.

I don't get it.

You can set your grandkids up for life
with one recording report.

You think the network would rather pay us
reward money?

Or make up some bullshit and arrest us?

What if I gave you enough to get your
sister real fast?

Take 500 new.

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.

Reality.

Stop.

Just a little pinch and everything's gonna
be okay.

Does Richards live?

Find out tomorrow night on The Running Man
at...

You know, 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.

You know, my kid was sick.

I sent my wife enough to get her well.

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

She's only two.

So if I do my job, she'll never even
remember Slumside.

Okay, Richards.

I can get you past that blockade.

But I'm gonna need a couple days to set it
up, so...

hide out here and meet Tom.

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

And what makes you such an expert?

Tune in and find out.

Welcome to the pulpit.

I don't want a lot, I want just enough.

So why has it got to be so damn rough?

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

Welcome to The Apostle.

Episode 30, The Real Rules of the Runnin'
Man.

If you dig, dupe, and distribute.

The network casts three types for every
run.

Oh my god.

Type one.

Hopeless dude.

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

Tim?

Yup?

He usually lasts less than 48 hours.

Come and get me.

Dinner is served, pal.

Aw, damn.

That's a takeout!

No!

He is cooked!

Type two.

Negative dude.

Negative dude knows he ain't got a chance
in hell.

He just wants to go out with a bang or
two.

Make life greater.

Leave a fuckin' crater.

Bro gets smoked by the end
of week one cause he buys

too much ass and not enough
food with his running start.

A slave to his appetites, he often serves
himself.

Put himself up on a plate.

Ha!

Suck dicks in hell!

Kaboom!

Runner down!

Type three.

Woo!

Yeah!

Final dude.

Final dude has a fierce will to survive.

Yet he never wins.

The network cheats.

They can't find anyone anytime.

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

Thirteen days.

And just like Papa always said,
you can try, 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 hide from destiny, but they
never outrun fate.

That's me, McCone!

I'm the running man!

Double kill!

Rest in pieces!

That's game.

Is that supposed to inspire me?

Oh, come on, man!

Don't you get it?

After that escape tonight, live,
prime time, you... You are Final Dude.

And they're gonna squeeze every last drop
of ratings out of your ass so you got at

least until Negative Dude flames 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's safe?

I'm working on it.

Hey, pen pal.

It's been a while.

You sure you know what you're doing?

Guess we'll find out.

Got a package headed your way.

Yeah, special delivery as seen on freebie.

Okay, I see you.

And pick up location B.

Got it.

Mama's coming, baby.

Okay, okay.

So how does a five-year-old get lung
cancer?

Radioactive dust.

From the Rhode Island 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 government.

So why bother complying with safety regs,
right?

That's how June got sick.

For all you watching.

Not the execs.

Not the technicos.

If you live in a tower uptown,
I'm not talking to you.

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

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, you shit eaters.

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
eight heroes.

And that someone was Ben Richards.

His new tape just arrived.

That's what he has to say about it.

For all you watching.

Not the execs.

Not the technicos.

If you live in a tower uptown,
I'm not talking to you.

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

The squatter tribes.

The ones who can't get a job.

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

There's something you all need to know.

I laughed my ass off smoking those goons.

And I wasn't just laughing at the screams.

I was laughing at their kids.

Now you know how it felt when daddy did it
to someone else.

Damn cuz.

I didn't say that.

I made a video about the network giving
kids cancer.

It's all fake.

Son.

You gotta get him out of here.

Tonight.

Right now.

I want him gone.

Bring him home.

What kind of world are we living in?

Running fans.

I've just heard from
producer Dan Killian, who

has personally doubled
the reward for Ben Britten.

Now 20,000 new dollars for any confirmed
recorded report that leads to a cast.

Come on.

Come on.

It's getting crazy out here.

Yeah.

The games are out tonight.

Yeah, we gotta roll.

You ready?

Here we go.

Okay.

Keep your eyes open.

Those biker boys are on the bounty hunt
for the reward.

Got it.

Yo.

They're following us.

I know.

I know.

Stay cool.

They're on us.

They're on us.

Look.

When you hit the alley, know which way to
turn next.

Don't stop until we're out.

Come on, Ricky.

Yo.

What's going on?

Fuck.

Oh.

Ow.

They're still on us.

I know.

I know.

Move it.

Go.

No.

Sorry.

Sorry.

There's two.

There's two of them.

I see them, I see them.

They got guns!

Show me!

String!

Pull in!

Go, go, go!

Look out!

Richard Smith!

Karl Homer!

The dirty man!

The probably English!

You good?

No.

You good?

No.

Yes, I am!

No.

Karma delivery, mothafucka!

Long breathes!

Yeah, that's what's up!

Go, go!

My pen pal needs a day to prep transport
to a shelter.

You can trust him with your life.

Just don't mention hot dogs around the
man.

You say hot dogs?

Yup.

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 Elton.

Hardcore.

Down for the cause.

You really think this'll work?

Look, we know they tracked the envelopes.

You pre-shoot the rest of
your self-tapes, my man heads

south, drops them on the way
while you're safe underground.

They won't know what hit him.

Oh.

Mess with God.

Just in case.

Why are you helping me?

You see the power they have?

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

Hey.

Done.

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 gonna read you something
instead.

Dear diary, I woke up with the blahs
today.

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

Time for a me day.

So, I ate my favorite breakfast in bed to
fenceless puppies.

I could have eaten 20.

Then I did yoga, I blew up a courthouse.

I know.

Creature of habit.

But tonight, I'm gonna make love to an
illegal immigrant sheep.

You know how a sheep tells you it's horny?

Meh.

Mr. Richards thinks he's funny.

But we'll see you as the last laugh when
McCone catches him lacking.

Now, let's see if Ms. Laughlin has burned
through the last of her running money.

We're still here, you shit-eaters!

Damn, Richards, that's a tough act to
follow, but...

Challenge accepted!

Yeah!

Oh!

Go off, neighbor.

Oh, my God!

Look at it!

Oh!

Who dies next?

Definitely her.

Laughlin, get real.

Sheep boy's going down.

No way.

I got 10 clams says Ben Richards dies
next.

Oh, come on!

He's pissed the network off all the way.

That's why he's gonna win.

The guy's got moxie.

Yeah, he's one of us.

Taking on the boys in black.

Giving the world the finger.

He's your final runner.

That's a bet.

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?

He's blind, 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.

So you won't see me throwing Molotov
cocktails.

You won't see me throwing parties.

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

Just in time, father.

It's the best takeout in Maine.

Bless you, my son.

Hey, father.

Can I ask you something?

Of course, my son.

So I got this girlfriend.

Okay.

Am I going to hell for using rubbers?

You may well go for not using them.

I've 10 brothers and sisters.

My father said he was in hell.

Every single day.

Thanks, father.

Have a good night.

Careful out there.

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

Die!

Die!

This is a message 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.

Game on!

Friday night.

Here we go!

We all know what that sound is.

We're giving Miss Laughlin a run for her
money.

She rolled the dice on a very public
appearance at the Holy Grail Casino.

But didn't gamble that our hunters would
be there.

Move, asshole!

What are you...
Oh, he's a wild one.

Whoa!

She's on the run!

Fuckin' hell!

Oh!

Lordy, lordy!

Looks like she went bust.

Or did she?

Go back!

Suck it, McCone!

Kiss my ass!

Not so fast, Miss Laughlin!

No Blaze of Glory for you.

Just a human candle fizzling out on a
lonely Nevada road.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Bobby T, you didn't get to kill.

No.

We didn't.

But they did!

Meet Jeff and Cheeto, praised defenders
of...

Sorry, hunters.

All you managed to kill was my vibe.

Remember, kids.

Don't drink and drive.

Unless you're good at it.

Get him!

For the cash reward,
Jeff and Cheeto will

receive a lifetime supply
of Fun Tweed Cereal.

And then...

there was wine.

That's right.

Ben Richards, since season one.

Come on, hurry.

Hurry.

Hunters will be out for blood.

They hate civilian kills.

Things are going to start ramping up.

Come on.

Wouldn't be surprised if they fire up the
DNA sniffers tonight.

I don't want anything else.

I don't need anyone else.

What a tough guy you just made.

I'm not looking for new friends.

Don't ask for an autograph.

Healthy!

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 voices.

Kill him.

Wealth bastard.

HAND HIM DOWN!

She used to be a kind, clever woman.

This is where it all happens.

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

Some normal, non-revolutionary literature.

Wink wink.

Copier for my harmless community.

ID newsletter.

If you follow my drift.

Uh-huh.

So what's a DNA sniffer?

Black ops scanners that ID highly
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 up with the hot dog cart?

My dad was a cop.

A good cop.

Quit in protest when the network
privatized local police.

He believed officers
should be accountable to

the towns that pay
them, not the government.

And sure as hell not some mega corp.

So he bought the cart.

Busted his ass.

We never missed a meal.

Better an honorable hot dog vendor than a
crooked goon.

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

And they let him know every chance they
got.

He made damn sure we were safe in this
house.

But every time he took that cart 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.

Because 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.

That never burns out.

Monster.

I'm good.

Any runners?

You can't outrun fate.

And you cannot
hide... from destiny.

That's actually not true.

Before he was killed, Dad refurbed this Cold
War shelter he found in a nearby forest.

I have a detailed map for how to get
there.

You can survive down there for three
years.

But you'll only need it for two weeks.

I'll pre-shoot the rest of your tapes
tomorrow.

What do you think?

Um... Or?

Maybe just...

white.

Hardcore.

Check this out.

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

So these won't be distributed until right
after you win.

What the hell?

It's a special issue on the network's most
heinous crimes.

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 cheered for you down
there?

They think you just might win.

And if you can survive against those
goons, so can they.

The people have had it.

This country's ready to blow.

And you're the initiator.

I'm not the initiator.

I'm a guide to the future.

I'm the guy trying to get back to his
family.

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

Why not be both?

My mom thinks the bathroom across the hall
is haunted.

So that's all you.

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

Hey.

I appreciate what you're doing.

But if they find out you helped me,
those same goons that got your dad...

They'll come for you.

One can hope.

This message is for Kathy.

In case you see her someday.

Wanted to impart a little dad advice.

Rule one.

Take care of your mom.

She's your best friend.

Rule two.

Bullies are cowards.

Hit back.

Rule three.

You can be kind and strong at the same
time.

Rule four.

Don't trust the network.

Ever.

And rule five.

You remember...

Your dad-dad loves you a whole lot.

I'll be looking out for you.

No matter what.

I knew it was you.

Devil murderer.

You 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 does he know?

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

If you press that button, the NCG will
come and fire him.

Okay?

They will not care who gets caught in the
crossfire.

It will be a bloodbath.

We don't need every goon in the state
coming through that door, right?

Don't.

Network community guard.

What crime would you like to report?

Michael Richards just broke into my home.

Okay, stay where you are.

Why?

Ma saw you.

We gotta get going.

I just need five minutes of fun with these
guys before we do.

Fun?

Grab your stuff.

I'll get the zines.

You're not listening to me.

It's dangerous.

No!

Mom!

Get in the safe room!

No, Elty!

I want to see him die!

You hear that, Wilk?

You're gonna die!

They're here.

Mom?

He's here!

Richards is in the hole!

Kill him!

Come on!

Let me go!

No!

No!

I don't wanna miss it!

I wanna see!

Let's move.

This way.

Come on.

Yo, dipshits!

You shut up the room hall!

We're over here!

Here we go.

Are you crazy?

We don't have time to play games.

Oh, yes we do.

Fastest the hunters ever arrived on scene
was four minutes 30 seconds.

We'll be long gone by that.

I like my bacon extra crispy!

We gotta go!

Follow me!

Why are we upstairs?

No!

Please!

Why are we upstairs?

For this!

You brought us up here.

So you could slide down a pole?

I brought us up here so we could slide
down a pole!

See?

Four minutes flat.

Told you we'd be long gone.

Long gone?

We are still in the goddamn house!

Not for long!

Tactical flashlight.

Pretty powerful.

Yeah.

Come on.

I'm gonna sever your Achilles and drag you
outside.

Chief wants the engine.

Why don't you run in person?

On camera.

Ah!

Don't let him answer that!

Still there?

Yeah.

Put him on.

That's for you.

Ah.

There he is.

Incredible work, Mr. Richards.

You are killing it.

Killing it.

People are dying.

Are you a 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
accidents.

A little advice?

I'll pass.

Make sure my family gets some money.

Richards, don't go.

You can still win this game, but you have
to play it smart.

I just sent a rover into that tunnel.

Now finish off that hunter.

Wait for my cue to exit.

You want me to off one of your own guys?

It's all good for you.

Okay, on you.

In five, four, three, two, one.

Get in.

Floor it.

What about the door?

The

middle of the forest.

Remember, Richards.

You're the initiator.

You're the leader.

The 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.

Plus, you've got the power to kill.

Every citizen of this great nation.

One in five pieces west of Big Rock.

Bunkers dug into the hill.

Can you smell it?

The acrid stink of fear.

As the prey animal realizes he's
surrounded by predators.

Reality sinks in.

As he scurries to hide.

Desperately hoping to survive.

But deep down, he already knows it's too
late.

Because...

America, goddammit!

And we don't put up with no bullshit!

Bloodlust!

Is our birthright.

Set it free.

Richards 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!

Hunt him down!

Hunt him down!

Hunt him down!

Hunt him down!

Hunt him down!

Hunt him down!

I see you.

I see you.

I told you I'd get you out of there.

People on this show never come back.

This is a message for Killian.

Hey Dan.

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.

So 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.

And I know you fight dirty.

Well guess what you son of a bitch.

I'm from slum side.

Let's throw the rule book out.

Here's to mutually profitable
annihilation.

You want a show?

I'll give you a show.

Woohoo!

Americano.

Americano.

Americano.

Americano.

Let's do this.

We interrupt the Americanos for a live
update from the running man.

Who even likes this show?

The Boers, duh.

They're the only ones dense enough to
think it's real.

I know, it's so fake.

Stay tuned.

What's happening?

The window is damaged.

The window is damaged.

Go, go.

Take it off autopilot.

Drive.

Take the next back road north.

I can't.

My power's on empty.

Your battery is 93% charged.

Nice.

Those goons are going to frag us if you
don't back this car up.

Right now.

Whoa.

Your car is damaged.

Go, go.

Keep it moving.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Jesus.

Now I see why you people need self-driving
cars.

Recalculating.

Keep it pointed north.

All the way to the border.

Go ahead.

Say what you gotta say.

Why?

So you can go crazy and kill me?

No.

You have one minute to speak freely.

How do you live with yourself?

Hm?

You dare sit there and criticize my
driving?

Tell me how to operate my own car?

I am a member of society.

You disgust me.

You abandon that starving baby.

That horrible wife of yours.

So you can what?

Kill me?

Kill people for money?

And you only kill the best people.

The people who protect us
from... from wealth like you.

And that's not a word I use.

That is my family.

Our number finally came up for the park.

Watched Kathy try ice cream for the first
time.

That was the best day of my life.

So yeah.

You're right.

The show is so fake.

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 of that person.

No, do not start crying.

I will shoot us both if you start crying.

Cry when it's over.

When will that be?

Shit!

Yielding for an emergency vehicle.

Nice!

Disable it!

Disable it!

Do not pull over!

I don't know how!

Yielding in 100 feet.

50 feet.

Pull over!

In 20 feet.

You have successfully yielded.

Nice!

Oh, hey Richards!

You've been pulled over by the Rustic Rock
militia, boy!

We're here securing our home stead in the
name of the network!

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

Just step out of the car.

You'll be safe with us.

It's him we want.

Just go.

The fuck is happening?

The producers just killed Network Moshe.

Instead of me.

They wouldn't 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.

Just 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!

Richards lives.

And this time, he's got a hostage.

Amelia Williams, a 27-year-old realtor
from Bangor, Maine.

Help me!

He's got a gun!

Welcome to the Running Man.

Help me, please!

The crisis continues
as Ms. Williams Gray

Alpine heads north on
Rustic Rock Siding Road.

The hostage situation has triggered the
NCG to go into full tactical alert.

Help me!

Turn it off.

He's got a gun!

Just turn it off!

Ms. Williams is carjacked and kidnapped.

My TRM can...

Richards lives!

Yeah, it's a circus, all right.

So they're just going to keep filming us?

If a runner gets good ratings,
they let him run.

Richards lives!

Oh, God.

Is that a blockade?

Oh, shit.

All right.

If we play our parts, they'll let us pass.

Okay.

Just keep driving.

We're not going to shoot.

How do you know?

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

Do it live.

Do what live?

Kill me.

The raving is through.

Why do they turn for you when I'm the
hostage?

Unbelievable.

Hey, Amelia?

Can you give me the gun?

Why not?

You're obviously the hero.

Ah, trust me.

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

Record and report.

State your claim.

Oh, my God.

I just saw Ben Richards.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

I am Ben Richards.

And if you don't want to be the reason
Amelia dies, get this message to Killian.

Do what he says, please!

You heard the lady.

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Richards lives!

Before

you murder us, make up
some bullshit why it had to

be done, look at all these
people who 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 Irish.

When I used to work at Network Public
Utility, you get these two-ton fatbergs.

Take less than a gram to blow those up.

12 pounds.

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

Bullshit.

BFE-20 is the most highly
regulated industrial explosive,

and you haven't even set
foot in a state that sells it.

Guess Molly didn't tell you everything.

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

So, I want one of those big, fancy,
flying V 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 won't
even hear it go boom.

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

You got one minute.

Shouldn't take long.

He's got a direct line to the pause.

Last year.

No chance to run.

No.

You made me feel like I'm the bad guy.

Now I have to prove I'm not.

Why don't you give a shit what I think?

You're not the one I'm trying to prove it
to.

So what's our plan?

Let him through.

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

They'll never let me 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?

You make sure they know it's real.

Get scared, freak out, curse, scream,
call me the worst names possible.

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

Act terrified when McCone hands you the
chutes.

I won't have to act.

He grabs his gun, you'll know it's time to
go off.

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

Show starts at 8.

Get on the plane.

Only if you take your mask off.

Audience will love it.

Keep dreaming.

Do what he says.

No copy.

Do what he says.

Take it off.

There he is.

Come on, show starts at 8.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Richards, to the
Metair Flying V Luxury Jetliner.

The ultimate in private travel.

With state of the art safety features,
this is first class comfort taken sky high.

So sit back and enjoy the most relaxing
flight 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 Donahue 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 gonna 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 ten minutes from
the border.

As you wish.

The seatbelt sign is now off.

Feel free to move about the cabin.

Hey, Richards.

Six minutes to showtime.

You should get that last
meal before they clear me to

blow your head off in front
of a couple billion people.

Oh, yeah?

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

Fuck the show!

Let's go.

Oh, you want to go?

We can all go right now.

Just stop!

Do it!

Do it, tough guy!

Why are you doing this?

See if I twitch.

Show him the bomb!

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

Ma'am.

No, just show it!

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

Do you fucking hear me?

I'm done!

I'm fucking done!

All right, Richards.

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.

Too true, Mr. Richards.

He can.

But I can.

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 everyone on it!

Ben, I admire your commitment to the bit,
but we're short on time, so I'll be blunt.

We know you're bluffing.

The 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.

Safety of that weapon, sir.

Evan, are you insane?

The show hasn't even started.

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

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 entertain them.

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.

Now picture it.

A former runner, redeemed
through righteous vengeance,

turns his life 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 season.

There's only one condition.

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

Conditions met, I'll remote pilot you back
to the studio jet park.

Your support with the
President of the United

States will induct you
as Hunter Number Six.

Another title idea I'm playing with.

The data says the
revenge plot... Revenge?

Revenge for what?

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

I call bullshit, Dan.

Let me worry about the creative.

No deal.

The truth, then.

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 you
to do 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.

McConn and the men in that cockpit.

Flew to Co-op City.

To Sheila and Kathy's secret uptown
location.

And they badged their way back home.

Passed the family alliance agents 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 McConn and his men

killing your family, they
will follow you into hell.

Think of what this does for your
narrative.

Thirty 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.

What's happening?

Tune in and find out.

We start today's episode with a heavy
heart.

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

So it pains me to tell you that one of our
most important rules...

has been broken by the very men we entrust
to enforce them.

Chief McConn and his hunters.

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

No one would play if we didn't.

We thought it only
fair to let Richards

administer the penalty
for this grave infraction.

As we go live to Richards, we pray he has
what it takes.

I'm always happy to be with your family.

Hey, Mr. Richards.

You're making coffee?

Yeah.

How do you take it?

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

A little pause.

..

and we are back.

And then... there was one.

Three hunters down.

But the deadliest among them is still
somewhere on this jet.

He took the other parachute.

I couldn't stop him.

Strap that on.

Keep your head down.

The prey has become the predator.

A cone is trapped.

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

Mr. Richards is checking all of the flying
V's and executive toilets.

It's poor.

The fuse has been lit.

It's just a matter of time.

Okay.

Here we go.

The moment of truth.

Six, bitch.

Uh-oh.

That's gotta be disappointing.

The tension is higher than ever before.

We're not running for hands.

It all comes down to this.

Ben!

Whoa!

No!

You wanna know who's shopping you from
seeing your kid again?

Me.

You!

Ow!

No!

No!

Ben.

Oh, no.

Richards has taken a savage blow, but he's
still on his... Shut the fuck up, Bobby!

This is how they fire me.

What do you think they'll do to you?

Chump?

You think you're the only runner ever got
offered a deal?

You think surviving two weeks in change
makes you big shit?

Try 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.

You're too fucking stupid to figure it
out.

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

The only time you'll
ever see your family again

is when they torture
them in 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.

The truth is...

I'm doing you a favor.

Captain, pleasure catalyzed.

Emergency doors disarmed.

Hey, Killian!

You think I need a gun to waste this
loser?

You outran fate.

Fight for destiny!

This is my show now!

Do it, tough guy!

See if I twitch.

That's game!

Can I borrow your scarf?

Door two unlocked.

This chute should open on its own.

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

When you get on the ground, just run like
hell.

Don't look back.

And I tell you, you're gonna pull that
down all the way.

I did it to you!

I did it to myself.

It's a sign!

I'm not supposed to...

Asshole!

Richards, please!

Keep going, kid!

You've got this.

Ben Richards, you are the man.

We have command of the jet.

Our best trauma
surgeons are already on the

tarmac, ready to patch
you up as good as new.

But wait!

Making his freebie debut with a special
message.

The creator of Running Man, super
producer, Ben Killian!

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

salt of the earth moral backbone this
country stands for.

And we want... No.

We need to see more.

This summer, Ben Richards is...

Hunter 6!

Congratulations, Ben.

And welcome to the network family.

I already got a family.

Did you kill him or not, Dan?

Give it up for Dan Killian!

Come on, Ben.

We're live.

How many times do you get to tell two
billion people how you really feel?

How does it feel to be a hero,
Ben?

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

I tried to be a hero once.

And they blacklisted my ass.

My daughter got sick.

This is the only job I could 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.

You want the truth.

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 freebie.

Watch who pays for it.

Turn it off.

That's right.

Great speech.

Too bad I'm the only one who saw it.

We've been on an ad break since you
said...

nothing you did on the show made you a
hero.

You think it was worth it?

You think your little rant makes you a
martyr?

We're going live again in 30.

And this time you'll play your part.

Because if not... we're
gonna run this instead.

I told you I was gonna burn this
building down... and everyone in it!

That was fast.

Work with me, Richards.

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, Dan?

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, have it your way.

I told you I was gonna burn this
building down... and everyone in it!

I will see you in hell...
and laugh in your face!

I will see you in
hell... Are you insane?

There's 5,000 innocent people in this
building!

Look at what you've done.

You're happy.

I told you I was gonna fuck you up.

Yeah.

Remain calm, everyone!

The N.C.J.

will blow him out of the sky!

Come on.

Okay, true believers.

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 to ads six minutes
earlier than usual...

and ran them for twice as long.

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

I will see you in hell...
and laugh in your face!

And then they swapped the crowd.

Where'd purple shirt guy come from?

Season five, episode 13 to be exact.

That's how dumb the network thinks we are.

Their vile 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 roof of her co-op.

Her uncle had the
audio... duped...

distributed... and
put it on blast.

Shut up and turn it off.

And goddammit did we ever.

The network wasn't about to give us the
gospel...

so we learned how to give it to each
other.

Ben lit the fuse... and the truth
exploded like a nuclear blast...

before the network even knew it existed.

Don't watch, Freedy.

Watch who pays for it.

But questions remain about that fateful
night.

Keep going, kid!

Did the interns really assassinate Ben's
family?

Did Killian sell him just the right
lie... for a bloodbath season finale?

And the big one... on everyone's
mind... did Ben survive?

The apostles' research reveals...
that one of the flying V Mark II...

state-of-the-art safety features...
was a crew escape pod...

just about the size of this so-called
debris.

Did Ben cheat death one last time?

Stop filming me!

The network won't say...
but one thing's for sure...

he's still here, you shit-eaters.

He's still here, you shit-eaters.

And the belly?

Ooh.

Yeah.

And what else do we need?

Oh, my God.

These are adorable.

Oh, no, sorry, those aren't mine.

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

Groceries, too?

That's...

not my name.

Richards!

Richards!

Richards!

Richards!

You are indeed a tough act to follow.

Thirty seconds!

Where do you think you're going?

You don't hear that?

I'd say that's some valuable audience
feedback, Dad.

No, no, no, no, no.

You get back out there and you do your
job.

How about you do my job?

Richards!

Richards!

Hey, you've been crushing the ratings for
20 years.

I own that audience.

You don't think I can turn this around?

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

Mission accomplished.

It's his show now.

You think he can just walk?

Sweeties, please.

Take another look at my contract.

Page 42, paragraph 6.

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

Ten seconds!

Ten seconds, Dad.

Coco, come on, let's go.

You know what?

Fuck that.

This is my house.

I set the rules.

Max the theme.

Drown him out.

Sir, are you sure this is like a thing
right now?

JD7, let's go!

The fucking them!

What's this game?

Turn around!

Come on!

Get him there.

Thanks.

Are you happy?

No, Mr. Gillian, this way!

In five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

And action!

Keep on running Keep on hiding One fine
day I gotta be the one