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I'm not angry.

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

You said I was one of your best guys.

Was.

What 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 week. 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 fly.

Take the win.

Bye -bye.

I think you're in my office.

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

bouncing your face off this desk.

And this is you not angry?

Nuts!

Hey, you.

Tough guy.

Are you man enough to risk it all? Today is your last chance of the year 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.

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.

Don't worry that he's not that crazy

Welcome

back

Feed the wheel. We're a big -boned badass.

That's bravely the bag.

Big bucks. Am I right, bud?

And away we'll go.

He's coming right back.

He's coming.

Bud, for 100 new dollars, the capital of France is A.

Marseille, B.

Lyon, or C. Paris?

Paris! C!

Correct!

First, 100 mil. Cynthia, drop a hundo in the hammy.

Oh, look at the fuzzy hamster.

Did you see the fuzzy hamster? Bud, next question. For 1 ,000 new dollars, how

many laboratories does the Net Air Flying V Luxury Jetliner have?

Is it A4, B5, or C6?

Say B, Bud.

Is it A?

It's... See sex.

Six toilets.

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

It's time to see the real.

Oh, God.

Blood in my hand is the question that could change your

life. Who invented this stuff?

Catalonia. Oh, no.

But we hardly knew you.

Okay. Mommy's here.

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?

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 flumex. Yeah, well, a

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 the 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.

What, you did?

Who watched Kathy?

Took her with me.

Again, 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?

Wait, where's your sock?

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

on. It's here. Up here.

Those are her comfies, babe.

Shh.

When did you kick that off?

Shh. Don't worry.

Dadda's gonna 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 and the waitresses do

it all the time. No. Look, if these jerks can splash 50 Indy per bottle,

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 it's from just one

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

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

She just charms them into tipping for something that's not on sale. And right

now it's prime time for that kind of play. 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 farm from a real doc, she

won't survive another night.

We don't have a choice.

Yeah, we do.

Where are you going?

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.

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.

It's kid 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.

We'll be right

back.

Network building.

Tryout. Proceed to your destination.

Loitering will be prosecuted.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh my.

I'm the underdog.

No, I can't help it. I'm the underdog. I'm the underdog.

I'm the underdog.

I'm the underdog.

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

I said step back now.

Keep moving, people.

Nothing to see.

Back in the line.

Well.

Selfish phase to confirm the information is correct.

What's the triangle name?

I'll read it to you to 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 a defense net for the daughter.

Hired for insubordination. Poor kid.

You mentioned my daughter again. They don't make glass thick enough to stop me

from choking you out.

Elevator six.

Next.

Proceed directly to your designated elevator.

Co -op 27, right?

Yeah. 29, neighbor.

Loughlin.

Ben.

All right, Ben.

Catch me if you can, motherfuckers!

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

I 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.

Let's go!

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

You'll help him, Will.

Obedience. Never.

Heroism. Useless.

Technology. Abuse.

Freedom. Nope.

Authority. Burn.

Anarchy. When.

Justice.

Hilarious.

Family.

Everything.

Next image, what do you see?

Cutest puppy ever.

What about this one?

Aw, it's my favorite flower.

Giving me a hug.

Final image, tell me about it.

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

galaxy.

Mr. 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 size jumpsuit. They're on bug out.

That's bang, bang, nice.

You must wear your designated jumpsuit. Yo, you got a target on your back.

Yo, Richard.

Knew it would be us, man.

Knew it would be us.

Come on, shit happens, right?

Ooh, 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 final run of the season.

I always thought this was fake, but... I don't know.

Feeling pretty real now.

Right, guys?

Feeling really -osa.

Feeling realer every second, y 'all.

Later.

Miss Laughlin?

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

Never would have made it without you.

You like spaghetti?

A little thing for you.

Hey, so far, so good.

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

Nathan Richard?

He did not ask curriculum.

There's not death that man should fear, but never beginning to live.

Dan Killian.

Go ahead.

Relax. It's good.

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, 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 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 assistant shoot me your highlights.

And 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's still dog shit.

Then why beg to be rehired?

Let's be honest.

You stuck your neck out one too many times to your coworkers and got your

chopped off.

Pretty gutsy, considering half the country thinks you 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

for you and yours.

Put your boots on.

Make them pay, in cash.

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

And what father wouldn't want that?

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

She's a waitress at a club.

I've hit a nerve.

My apologies.

To mutually profitable collaboration.

I'm Agent Doug, 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.

Linda, 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 a 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 going to bring you $500 new in cash.

Take her to Uptown Mercy, all right?

24 -7, get her a real doc, whatever she needs.

Listen to me.

I promise I'll be back.

I don't know. I told you. Never, ever wear my shoes.

Ever. Your feet smell like dead mice. Now I have to burn them. What is going

here? Mom, you stole my shoes.

Because Elizabeth put them in my shoe cubby. Take off my fringes. Are you

serious?

America. You know me.

I'm Bobby T. And if you want to murder your thirst, reach for an ice cold

death. The official beverage of the running man.

The starting gun fires at 9 to 8.

Showtime.

Let's roll.

Chris, as you're running big, you're going to use it for timers,

reminders, and rewards.

Good luck down there.

You look great. You look great. You look

great. One minute warning.

Last looks.

One minute.

Look back, people.

Make clear.

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 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

in my moose boots.

When I pull a mercury poison on a so nice, your boots will not be amused,

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 Barbie.

Do not shake your dick in the crowd. That's a bad note.

It looks great.

Twenty seconds, people.

All right.

See you out there.

There it is.

The new Coliseum.

America, the greatest country in the fucking universe. We work hard, and

long day of busting ass, we get to kick back and feel good.

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

Thieves, fraudsters, freeloaders.

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

Welcome to the game where we give three of these top 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

remains undefeated.

It's the...

Your child, the nation's trustworthy trailblazer of the truth.

Bobby Tate!

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. Richard's 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 this kid. Chill out.

That's right.

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

thousand new dollars for a verified report and ten thousand if it leads to a

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

stakes go up 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

Abandon my Richards. It's up to her now to raise the tragic kin of their sin.

Well, 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.

Mr. Richards is 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 hunter.

I don't know how yet, but I am going to fuck you up someday.

That's the spirit.

Thank you.

Don't die for free.

Get your tape set.

Run far, get rich.

Make it to midnight tomorrow and win 5 ,000 new dollars.

Awards increase by 1 ,000 per day and double at the end of each week. The

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.

Undercover what you least expect, and in fact, they may be amongst you right

now!

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

Search and destroy, gentlemen.

Let them go!

Take a last look at these thugs.

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

In mere moments, they will walk among you.

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

13th and Obama.

Hey, running man.

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

Okay.

Keep on running.

Yeah. Keep on hiding.

One fine day.

What's up, man?

Hey, take a pic with me.

It's okay.

What do you mean, no, it's okay?

You got to 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 or pick up one of these hookers. She can take the pick,

huh?

Stick inside the hammer, man.

Yeah.

Hey,

where are you going?

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 3rd.

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... 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 makes it 200 new, all in.

Go hide out in survival.

It's aisle five.

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

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

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 going to work?

Absolutely. Stand in the air.

Okay, you ready?

One, two, three.

All right.

Let's test out this contact.

Okay.

Can you read anything on that shelf?

BFE 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

grams to blow up fat perks in the sewers uptown.

BFE. Big fucking explosion.

So what's your plan?

I don't know.

Play low 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, uh, 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 big screen.

New York City, 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.

Oh, shit.

So sorry about that.

Welcome to the Branch Hotel, Mr. Springer.

You shaved your mustache.

Fell off on the train.

I hate when that happens.

Everything okay, Mr. Springer?

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.

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

One down, 29 to go.

The hunt is hard at work near Co -op City Net Mart, where Mr. Jansky is

with the clerk that just reported him.

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

You watch The Running Man?

Uh, I guess.

I heard there's this guy on there who kind of looks like me and he's really

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 breakfast burrito.

Will it be his final meal?

The fuse has been lit. It's just a matter of time.

Get out of there, buddy.

Better eat up, Tim.

Enjoy those last bites before it's last rites. Move, move. You're walking. It's

the fucking running man.

Here we go.

Oh, man.

Bang! And Jansky crosses the finish line.

That's one down and two to go. Watch tonight at 8 to see if Jenny Laughlin

Ben Richardson 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.

Here, look.

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

Great.

Can I get you a card 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 NetBus.

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

A deuce hundo. Put his rat -ass jacket in that rat -ass room.

Bella, 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, Shraddler.

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

it.

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

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

your cow ass over the moon. Beat it!

Yeah,

good luck with that.

Idiot.

Guess I gotta make another one of these tapes.

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

I think I'll just lay low.

Keep it cool.

Try not to burn out.

Deprived. Demonic.

Defeat.

What havoc will the remaining runners wreak?

Tune in and find out.

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

Hey, Jim.

How do you like this energy wine?

I'm a big fan.

Love it.

How about you, Bill?

That's pretty much my favorite thing, Jim.

So, uh, 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.

Give it a rest, Frank.

At least you got someone to talk to.

Damn, son.

You're a weird guy, Frank.

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

Running

Fans,

we catch up with an undisclosed runner at an undisclosed location at an

undisclosed city.

The tension is so thick you could cut it with McComb's knife of destiny.

The hunters are currently descending on the location.

Orders have been given. They're entering the premises now.

Chief McComb is directing them to fan out through the building.

Give me a 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 for this runner, but never underestimate a cornered rat.

I saw him! I saw Ben Richards! He's heading downstairs!

Will this running woman have a chance to run?

The fuse has been lit. It's just a matter of time.

Our hunters are triangulating the runner's exact position.

Confirming the location.

I can reveal to you now.

The runner is Ben Richards.

I knew it.

Victor was at the top of the top.

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.

Things are getting warmer.

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

The runners.

But what's this?

McComb's given the signal.

The rover cams have entered the building.

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 Richard's room.

We're going in.

Here we go!

Hold fire!

Why?

He's not going anywhere.

Bravo.

Hey,

buddy. You're on freebie. The hunters are racing

to intercept their prey.

Better run, Mr. Richard.

This is why we watch, running fans. Go, go.

Stop filming me.

Going down.

He's headed for the lobby.

Great job.

Richard, you're going down.

I got a grenade.

Back at you.

Bye.

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'm going to 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 going to kick your ass. He's going

to save it. You need help.

You've got to get off these streets, man.

Goons and zooms all up in this bitch.

Everyone's looking for you.

Here, I'll be right back.

I got you, Richard.

Told you. Ben Richards?

No runner ever survived a live update. How the hell you... Remain into one.

I can pay you.

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

Bye, Bendy. Boy?

You need streaming.

My sister got cancer real bad.

Make it ten.

Kill the good stuff. I dare.

I love a price when you hit it.

How fast can you run, Richard?

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

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

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

His body is yet to be found.

Baby, it's time.

I don't get it.

You could 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 forms?

Say 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.

We out. Stop.

Just a little pinch and everything's going to be okay.

Done with your flame?

Find out tomorrow night. I'm the running man, ain't I?

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've had 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 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.

Welcome to the pulpit.

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

So why is it got to be so damn rough?

goes on behind the scenes of the biggest freebie show of all time welcome to the

apostle episode 30 real rules of the running man if you dig and distribute

the network has three types for every run oh my god type

one hopeless dude hopeless dude is cursed with a fatal misunderstanding of

nature he usually lasts less than 48 hours come and get me

Dinner's served, pal.

Oh, damn.

That's a takeout.

Oh, here, come.

Type two, negative dude.

Negative dude knows he ain't got a chance in hell. He just wants to go out

a bang or two. Make life greater.

Leave a fucking crater.

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

enough food with his running start.

A slave to his appetite, he often serves himself up on a plate.

Suck this in hell!

Kaboom! Runner down!

Type 3. 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. 13 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,

McCall! I'm the Running Man!

Double kill!

Rest in pieces!

Best game.

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 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

So where the hell is safe?

I'm working on it.

Hey, pen pal.

It's been a while.

You tell her you know what you're doing.

Guess we'll find out.

Got a package headed your way.

Yeah, special delivery as seen on preview.

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

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 -op.

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

The kids getting shot for looking at a dude in 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.

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

Richards.

His new tape just arrived.

That's all we have to say about it.

For all you watching, not the exact.

Not the technicals. If you live in a tower of town, I'm not talking to you.

talking to the people in the co -op. 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, Gus. I didn't say that. Okay, I made a video about the network giving

cancer. It's all fake.

Son, you got to get him out of here.

Tonight. Right now. I want him gone. Bring him home. What kind of world are

living in?

Running fans, I've just heard from producer Dan Killian, who has personally

doubled the reward for Ben Briggs.

Now, $20 ,000. You got it.

for any confirmed recording reports that lead to a... Come on, come on.

Oh, it's getting crazy high.

Yo, the games are out tonight.

Yeah, we got to roll. You ready?

Here we go.

Okay. Keep it right there.

Don't fight the boys. I'm on the salary. I'm going to reward.

Got it.

No, the phone.

I know. I know. They're cool.

They're on us. They're on us. Look, when you hit the alley, you're which way to

turn next.

Don't stop until we're out. Hang on, Richard.

You're what's going on.

Oh.

They're still on us. I know.

Go right.

Right.

Sorry. Sorry.

There's two of them. I see them. They've got guns.

Oh, you good?

Y 'all mess with the wrong brothers.

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

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 Elton.

Hardcore. Down for the cause.

You really think this will work? Look, we know they track the envelopes.

You pre -shoot the rest of your self -tapes. My man heads south, drops them

the way while you're safe on the ground. They won't know what hit them.

Oh. Mess with that.

Just in case.

Why are you helping me?

You see the power they have.

If we don't guide each other's back, this game is over before it even begins.

Hey.

Done.

What's up, America?

And 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

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, defenseless puppies. I could have eaten

20.

Then I did yoga. I blew up a courthouse.

I know, creature of habit.

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

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

Nah.

Mr. Richards thinks he's funny, but we'll see you in the last lap when

catches him laughing.

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

money.

We're still here, you shittiers!

Damn, Richard, that's a tough act to follow.

Ooh!

Challenge accepted!

Yeah!

Oh!

Go off, neighbor.

Oh, my God! Look at it fall!

Who dies next?

Definitely her.

Loughlin, get real.

Keep boys going down. No way. I got ten clamps as 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 marks. 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.

Best take out in Maine.

Thank you, my friend.

Hey,

Father.

Can I ask you something?

Of course, my son.

I got this girlfriend.

Okay.

Am I going to hell for using rubbers?

You may well go if you're not using them.

I have ten 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 stopped ever seeing my daughter again?

Dirts! 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 believed in.

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

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 dead.

Move, asshole!

Looks like she went bust.

Or did she?

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 the chain away.

No, we didn't.

But they did.

Meet Jeff and Tito, brave defenders of their community.

Roll the tape.

All you managed to kill was my vibe.

Remember, kids, don't drink and drive.

Unless you're good at it.

That's some hot footage, kids.

Beyond their cash reward, Jeff and Cheetah will receive a lifetime supply

twink cereal.

And then... There was a lie.

is your final runner, Richard Flynn!

If he survives till midnight, he'll be our most successful contestant since

season one.

Come on, hurry.

Hunters will be out for blood.

They hate civilian kills.

Things are going to start ramping up.

Mom, wouldn't be surprised if they fire up the DNA sniffers tonight.

I don't want any signals.

I don't need anyone else. What a tough guy.

I'm not looking for new friends. Don't ask for an autograph.

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.

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 soap, as far as you know.

Normal, non -revolutionary literature.

Wink, wink.

Copier for my...

Harmless community newsletter.

You follow my drift?

Uh -huh.

So what's a DNA thipper?

Black -off 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,

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 goon.

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

And I let him know every chance they got.

He made damn sure we were safe in this 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, 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 they can't outrun faith

and they 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 they won't be distributed until right after you win.

What the hell? The 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 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,

come for you.

One can hope.

This message is for Kathy.

In case you see her someday.

I 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.

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,

it's okay! He's a friend! Elfie, no!

Ma 'am, ma 'am.

If you press that button, the NCG will come in firing. 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?

Mr. Richards just broke into my home.

Okay, stay where you are.

Why? Why, I saw you.

We got to get going.

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

Fun? Grab your stuff. I'll get the themes.

He's coming to get you.

You're not listening. It's dangerous.

No. Mom, get in the safe room. No, Elkie. I want to see him die.

You hear that, Will?

You're going to die.

They're here.

This way.

Come on.

Yo, Dixon.

You shot up the wrong 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 then.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You brought us up here so you could slide down a pole. I brought us up here

we could fly down a pole.

Hey, four minutes flat. Told you we'd be long gone. Long gone?

We are still in the goddamn house.

flashlight. Pretty powerful.

Yeah.

Come on.

I'm going to settle your Achilles and drag you outside.

She wants to end your run in person. On camera.

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, you 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 accidents.

A little advice?

I'll pass.

Make sure my family gets the 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?

What about the doors?

Hold on!

Where are we going?

Down the dirt road!

They're all dirt roads! There! The trail!

Son of a bitch!

the shelter.

Survival is the win.

This way.

Take this map.

That bunker is in the middle of the forest.

Remember, Richard, you're the initiator.

I am, yes, sir.

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... Every citizen of this great nation.

105 paces west of Big Rock.

Bunkers dug into the hill.

Well, shit.

Can you smell it?

The acorns 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 this is America, goddammit, and we don't put up with no bullshit.

Bloodlust is our birthright. Set it free.

Richard chose this path, and it's up to you to show him where it is.

Keep your eyes open so you can see the terror in his, and hunt him down!

I told you to get out of there.

People on this show never come back.

is the 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.

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? Damn it. I'll give you a show.

Americano. Americano.

Americano.

Americano. Let's do this.

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

likes this show. The floor is dumb.

They're the only ones dense enough to think it's real. I know. It's so crazy.

Please stay still.

It's happening, okay?

The window is damaged.

The window is damaged.

Go! Go!

Get off our pilot!

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!

Your car is damaged.

Your car is damaged.

Don't go!

Keep it moving!

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?

You can go crazy and kill me?

No.

You have one minute to speak freely.

How do you live with yourself?

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.

You can what?

Kill people for money?

And you only kill the best people.

The people who protect us from...

Ralph, 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.

You've been pulled over by the rustic rock militia, boys. We're here securing

our homestead 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.

Let's just go.

The producers just killed Network Musha instead of me.

I 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.

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

a 27 -year -old realtor from Baylor, 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 NCD to go into full

tactical alert.

Help me! Turn it off. He's got a gun!

Turn it off!

Unbelievable. Yeah,

circus, all right.

So they're just going to keep filming us?

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

Oh, God.

Is that a blockade?

All right.

We play our part to 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.

They're waiting to throw.

Why are they turning for you when I'm the hostage?

Unbelievable.

Amelia, will you give me the gun?

Why not?

You're obviously the hero.

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.

If you don't want to be the reason Amelia dies, get this message to

You heard the lady.

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.

Oh, shit.

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

set foot in the state itself.

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

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 boss.

Last 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 going to convince them your handbag is a bomb long enough

to bail out over Canada.

They'll never let me win, so I'm going to slip out the back door and wait out

the clock.

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

What if they call your bluff?

You make sure they know it's real. Get scared, freak out, curse, scream, call

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.

You grab this 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?

So start today.

Get on the plane.

Only if you take your mask off.

Audience will love it.

Keep dreaming.

Do what he said.

Look up.

Come on, show starts at 8.

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

ultimate in private travel.

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

-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 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 ten minutes from the border.

As you wish.

The seatbelt sign is now off.

Feel free to move about the cabin.

Hey, Richard.

Six minutes to show time.

I 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! 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!

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't.

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 bet, 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.

Take to 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.

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

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

jet.

Conditions 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 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

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 Sheila and Kathy's

secret uptown location.

They badged their way past the family alliance agents and... I'm sorry, Ben.

Not all accidents are happy.

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 for 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.

Tune in and find out.

Everyone, everyone, please stop.

No, no.

Running Man.

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 McCone 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.

Hey, Richards, you're making coffee?

Yeah. How do you take it?

I'll give you a love.

I'll give you a love.

The most higher in the game.

Please engage.

He took the other parachute. I couldn't stop him.

Strap that on.

Keep your head down.

The prey has become the predator.

The cone is trapped.

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

Mr. Littleton is checking all the flying bees and naked women.

It's poor.

The fuse has been lit.

It's just a matter of time.

The moment of truth.

Sex, bitch.

Uh -oh.

That's got to be disappointing.

The tension is higher than ever running fans.

It all comes down to him.

Ben! Whoa!

Help!

You want to know who's stopping you from seeing your kid again?

Oh, no.

Richardson's taking a savage blow. 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 and 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 truth is

I'm doing you a favor

Hey,

Jillian! You think I need a gun to waste this loser?

You outran fate.

That's game

Can

I

borrow your scarf?

Get you back on the ground.

Shoot it open 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 did it to myself.

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.

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 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 Gillian.

You remember that face.

Don't watch. Free me.

Watch who pays for it.

Turn it off.

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.

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!

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 five, four, three, two, one.

Okay, have it your way.

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

Are you insane?

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

Remote pilot engaged.

Look at what you've done.

You happy?

I told you I was going to fuck you up.

Yeah.

Warning.

Commission alert.

Remain calm, everyone.

The MCG will blow him out of the sky!

Missiles inbound.

Missiles inbound.

Okay, true believers.

Let's wind that back.

Ben Richard.

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

five hunters, the longest surviving contestants in season one committed

by surface -to -air missiles.

The apostle calls bullshit.

First of all, they cut to ads six minutes earlier than usual and ran them

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 5, episode 13 to be exact.

That's how dumb the network thinks we are.

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

jet until a revolutionary riot girl found the jet's black box on the roof of

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 truth

exploded like a nuclear blast before the network even knew it existed.

Don't watch for me.

Watch who pays for it. But questions remain about that fateful night.

Keep going, kid! Did the hunters really assassinate Ben's family? Did Killian

sell him just the right lie for a bloodbath season finale? And the big

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.

Oh, yeah.

What else do we need?

Oh, my

God.

These are adorable.

Oh, sorry.

Those aren't mine.

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

Groceries, too?

Beth?

You are indeed a tough act to follow.

Where do you think you're going?

You don't hear that?

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

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

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 wants to make him a star, Dan.

Mission accomplished.

It's his show now.

You think he can just walk?

Sweet. 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, damn.

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?

Play the theme, right?

And action.

Keep on running.

Keep on hiding.

One fine day, I gotta be the one.