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You said I was one of your best guys.

Was.

What did you think?

Just ask them to take me off the block list.

Say that again?

I'll kick you and your kid out on your ass.

Bringing her here to guilt me.

Look, I need to work.

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

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

You got your daughter.

Your nuts didn't fly.

Take the win.

Bye -bye.

Same kid in my office.

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

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

And this is you?

Not angry?

Not... Not... Hey, you!

Stop that!

Are you mad enough to risk it all? Today is your last chance in the years to be

on The Running Man.

If you can duck the boys in black, the public, and the Cone Hunters for 30

you'll run away with a billion new dollars.

Go on.

I'll give you a head start.

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

Don't miss the final run of the season.

Don't worry.

Daddy's not that crazy.

Go back or speed the wheel.

We're a big -boned badass that's bravely to bag a big box.

Am I right, bud?

And away we'll go.

From a hundred new dollars, the capital of France is A.

Marseille, C. Lyon, or C. Paris.

Paris. C.

Paris.

Oh, look at the fuzzy hipster.

Look at the fuzzy hipster. Next question. For $1 ,000, how many

laboratories does a NetAir Flying V luxury jetliner have?

Is it A4, B5, or C6?

Big B, bud.

It's C6.

It was.

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

It's time to speak the truth!

Oh, God.

But in my hand was the question that could change your

life. Who am I?

Oh, no. Oh,

no.

God, we hardly knew yet.

Oh, okay.

She's really burning up. Hey.

Come on, Mommy.

She's hurting back.

That's not good.

Two drops.

All right.

Wait, what is this?

Look, I know.

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

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

thing to save them.

All right.

Thank you.

Stuff doesn't make her better, Bea. But it makes her feel better.

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

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

I talked to him.

What, you did?

Who watched Kathy?

Took her with me.

Figured, you know, guilt tripled.

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

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

Maybe got a little heated at the end, but...

I don't know if it's game over.

They don't want us to win.

I'm sorry, Adley.

I tried.

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

You were just standing up for your guy.

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

of this is your fault.

It doesn't change our situation.

No.

But we're in it together, right?

Wait, where's your song?

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

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

Why didn't you kick that off?

Shh. Don't worry.

My dad is going to find it.

Get it together, girl.

Honey, are you going back to the Liberty?

I don't want to. I thought you said that place was dead in the morning. It is.

Except for the most desperate, wasted loser.

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

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

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

that. Ben, she is burning up.

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

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

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

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

it's prime time for that kind of play. Look, it's a wrong exec.

Think 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,

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

We don't have a choice.

Yeah, we do.

Where are you going?

Give money.

Enough for her to see a real doc before bedtime.

You're asking me about taking chances?

People on that show never come back.

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

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

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

Tim, like, really bad.

Tim's stuff makes the kind of jobs I work.

Hey,

promise me you won't go on that show.

I'm going to tell you.

business.

Network building.

Tryouts. Proceed to your destination.

Lawyer and well -being prosecutor.

Thank you.

Ben Richards, 35, married.

Employment history. Hired by C. Jen. Fired for insubordination.

Why is there a red triangle on my file? Hired by Nate McKinley.

Fired for insubordination. Hey, man, I asked you a question.

Insubordination.

Hired by the fence neck for the daughter.

Fired for insubordination.

Poor kid.

You mentioned my daughter again. They don't make class sick enough to stop me

from choking you out.

Well, I'm 27, right?

Yeah. 29, neighbor.

Loughlin.

Ben.

All right, Ben.

We got cash if you got the balls.

The running man.

Right. Yeah.

I'm Tim.

Tim. Jampy.

Jancy'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.

Thank you.

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

You'll help him, Will.

Obedience. Never.

Heroism. Useless.

Technology. Abuse.

Freedom. No.

Authority. Burn.

Anarchy. When.

Justice.

Hilarious.

Family.

Next image. What do you see?

Cutest puppy ever.

What about this one?

Oh, it's my favorite flower.

Giving me a hug.

Final image. Tell me about it.

Infinite bunnies.

Sucked into a knife tornado.

Spraying blood all over the galaxy.

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

shows.

Well, that really pisses me off.

Proceed directly to your next destination.

Final assessment.

Ooh, our jumpsuits are in here.

You are required to change your size jump.

You're all sunk out.

Oh, thank me.

Nice. You must wear your designated don'ts.

Yo, you gotta tell them I was there.

Yo, Richard.

It would be us, man.

It would be us.

Come on, shit happens, right?

Sandy. Richard.

Ooh, that's us.

The day you run, Tad, lights your days.

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.

All right, guys.

Feeling realiosa.

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

Later. Miss Longhorn.

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

Never would have made it without you.

You like spaghetti?

Go a little further this way.

And so far, so good.

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

Mr.

Richards?

Lead a non -ass curriculum.

It is not death that man should fear, but never beginning to live.

Dan Killian.

Go ahead.

Relax.

No, critics say The Running Man represents a return to the barbarism of

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 orniths.

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 for your co -workers and got your

head chopped off.

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

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, Richard.

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

You risk your life for other men and their families long enough and 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.

Father wouldn't want that.

Welcome to

the running man.

This is exciting.

Ah, there you are.

I assume you two have 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 Duck.

Your Family Alliance liaison.

Family Alliance is the network's 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.

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

starts. No one comes back.

I got a lock. You want a really nice apartment?

Come on, man.

I have a sick kid.

I'll deliver it now and bring back her. I see.

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 dog. He's going to bring you 500 new in cash.

Take her to Uptown Mercy, all right?

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

What did you do?

I'm on the running, man.

Listen to me.

I promise I'll be back.

I gotta go get her ready.

I love you.

Your feet smell like dead mice. Now I have to burn them.

Hello, America. You know me.

I'm Bobby King.

And if you want to murder your thirst, please call an ice cold little jack.

The official evidence of the running man.

This is a story you don't find in society.

So time.

Let's roll.

Wrist.

This is your running band.

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

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

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

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

Lobby T.

Daniel, you son of a... Bitch, how many times I gotta tell you, do not put

bluefin in my amused boots.

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

Dan. Oh, is this the one?

Yes, doctor.

Yep. Oh.

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

I'm flesh and blood just like you are.

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

Classic, Bobby.

Do not.

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

You look great.

Twenty seconds, people.

Be up there.

There it is.

The new Coliseum.

America, the greatest country in the fucking universe.

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

good.

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

Me, Trotter, Freeloader.

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

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

want.

Biodata, erase.

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

millions is you.

Record, report, reward.

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

remains contemplated.

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

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

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

living.

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

military secrets from Army Union. He's not even there.

That bullshit!

That bullshit!

So this kid's still out.

That's right.

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

Remember that face.

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

a kill.

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

go up, the stakes go down. And the stakes be high because the thousands he

goes to his wife Sheila.

We only pick the biggest kids at the Liberty.

If you could bend over by any window.

Abandon my Richards.

It's up to her now to raise the tragic king of this city.

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

Mr. Rexes.

Come on, can we hear it? Do you know anybody famous?

Last words.

Yeah.

Fuck you, Dan.

How long do you think you'll last?

All you left to burn this building down and everyone in it.

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

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

kind. You'll last longer.

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

10K bonus.

And it's a hundo per hundred.

I don't know how yet.

But I'm gonna fuck you up.

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

Tomorrow morning. The running game. You must take 10 minutes of on -cam ham per

day. These envelopes cannot be tracked.

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

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

Don't die for free.

Get your tape set.

Go free.

Run far.

Get rich.

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

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

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

do they have to get past ladies and gentlemen meet the

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

expect them in fact they may be amongst you right

Hearts are destroyed, gentlemen.

Take a last look at these fellows.

Observe the typical disguises their kind use to escape justice.

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

we stop them together!

13th and Obama.

Hey, Running Man!

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

Okay.

What's up, man?

Hey,

take a pic with me. Okay.

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

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

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

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

pick, huh?

Yeah!

Sickest idea ever, man!

Yeah!

Hey,

what are you doing, man?

Yeah, you better...

You don't see me on the hatch?

I saw you two blocks away on the infrared.

What do you want?

Look, I need two ID cards and a gun.

Forget it. I don't do guns.

Go see Mickey on the third.

What in the hell is your problem, man?

The running man?

What are you thinking?

I had you pegged for smarts. 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 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 ruck order makes it 200 new, all in.

Go hide out in survival.

Tile five.

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

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

All right, you heroes, come and get it.

Listen, Jordan, the payload's gone.

We're all dead.

You sell a lot of these?

I can't keep them in stock.

Those TVs don't watch you back.

It's going to work.

Absolutely. Okay,

you ready?

One, two, three.

All right.

Let's test out this context.

Okay.

Can you read anything on that shelf?

B .F .E.

20. Holy shit.

How do you have black Irish?

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

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

B .F .E.

Big fucking explosion.

So what's your plan?

I don't know.

Play along with my own kind?

Your own kind will fill you out in a heartbeat.

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

Well, you can leave the same way you came.

Molly, I had to do it.

No, you didn't.

I was going to bring you on.

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

Hey, too late for that now.

Well, Godspeed.

See you on the big screen.

New York City, one way.

Hey, mister, 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

mustache.

Holy shit.

I'm sorry about that.

I'll be right back.

Welcome to Brass Hotel, Mr. Springer.

You shaved your mustache.

Fell off on the train.

I hate when that happens.

Everything okay, Mr. Springer?

Yeah.

Stubbed.

Have a good night.

Day. You know what?

Have fun.

They didn't say which part, so.

I guess you can wash my ass, take a nap.

front of legs.

Jesus.

And that's Jansky stepping out with his... Get

out of there,

buddy.

Better eat up, Tim.

Enjoy those last bites before it's last, right?

You're walking. It's the fucking running man.

Here we go.

Oh, man.

Hi,

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

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

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

Thank you.

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 have to go walk.

Attention, passengers.

This is our final stop, Boston.

Please check your personal belongings before leaving.

Thank you for traveling with us.

Hey, brother.

I need to get off the street.

Oh, yeah.

looking for a place to rack out for the money.

Mm -hmm.

Well, Ned, if you know what I mean.

Oh, is that so?

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

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

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

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

Let me see your face.

Where'd you deploy?

Oscar.

Hey, Shrapnel, you ain't seen combat, but I reckon it ain't stolen valor if

paid me for it.

You stay out of my trash.

I guess doing that basement again, I'm going to stomp you. And I'm going to get

me bro to take care of you. He'll kick your cow ass over the moon. Beat it.

Good luck.

these tapes.

You know, I've always been the guy who falls for this. I showed up to work very

soon.

Obviously.

I mean, I'm on the murder show.

Now what are you going to do?

Take on the whole world?

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

I think I'll just lay low.

Keep it cool.

Try not to burn out.

Depressed. Demonic.

Deceased.

What's happening with the remaining runners -break?

Tune in and find out.

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

Hey, Jim.

How do you like this energy one?

I'm a big fan.

Love it.

How about you, Bill?

That's pretty much my favorite thing, Jim.

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

Why do we all have the same voice?

Okay.

Now, later.

Good to see you too, Frank.

Give it a rest, Frank.

You've got someone to talk to.

Damn thumb.

Gee.

You're a weird guy friend.

There's nobody walking in there.

Never mind those who wandered.

I believe they've located the room that muttered.

I saw him. I saw Ben Richards. He's headed downstairs.

Where did this money come from? It's just a matter of time.

Confirming the location.

I can reveal to you now.

Mr. West.

We're about to find out.

Walk the walk.

The dams have entered the building.

And he knows.

It was a game.

And there they are.

The hundred.

Two hundred.

We're going in. Here we go.

He's not going anywhere.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Hey,

buddy. You're all free to eat. The hunters are racing to intercept their

Better run, Mr. Richard.

You are re -watched, lucky man.

Stop filming me!

No, I'm not.

You said it from the lock.

Richard,

you're going down.

Hey, come on out!

I know you're here.

Come here, you little rat. Get off me!

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

I ain't no rat. Oh, yeah?

Let me go!

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

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

You need help.

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

Hoons and Zoos all up in this bitch.

Everyone's looking for you.

I'll be right back.

I got you, Bridget.

Don't run the reference about the life update. How the hell do you know?

I can pay you.

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

Father, indeed.

What? You need treatment.

My sister got cancer real bad.

Pay your time.

You're doing good stuff.

I'm glad.

I don't look bright to you, do I?

I'll pass you well, Richard.

Faster every day.

Just a shocking amount of destruction here. The N .C .D. on tactical alert as

units pour in from neighboring districts seeking justice for their fallen

brethren.

The N .C .D. 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.

The grandkids of her life was home, according to the court.

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

bullshit and arrest us?

What if I gave you enough to get you to the real farm?

Say five out of ten.

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

Bro, this dude ain't going nowhere.

Goon's got the hood surrounded.

We out. Shut up.

Just a little pinch and you can't get no more.

No,

you seem like a smart cat.

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

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

Just like you and your sister.

Jim.

My kid was sick.

I sent my wife enough to get her well.

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

There's only two.

So if I do my job, she'll never even remember what's on the side.

Okay, Richards.

I can get you past that blockade.

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

meantime.

You know, you could go to 430 if you play smart.

And what makes you such an expert?

Tune in and find out.

Let's go to 430.

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

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

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

and distribute.

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

Type 1, hopeless dupe.

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

usually lasts less than 48 hours.

Come and get me.

Give me a serve, pal.

Take out!

No! He is cooked!

Type 2. Negative dude.

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

enough food with his running start.

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

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

And just like Papa always said, you can fly.

But you can't catch a ghost.

So, by the end of week two, ratings usually peak. Oh, shit. The crowd wants

blood, and Final Dude becomes a victim of his own success.

They might hide from destiny, but they never are one.

That's me, Nicole!

I'm the running man!

Double kill!

Rest in pieces!

That's him.

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

Don't you get it?

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

And I ain't gonna squeeze every last drop of ratings out of your ass, so you

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

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

show history.

So where the hell is safe?

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Yes, we'll find out. Got a package heading your way.

Yeah, special delivery.

As you know, I'm free.

Okay, I see you.

And pick up location B. Got it.

Mama's coming, baby.

Okay, okay.

How'd your own get lung cancer?

Radioactive dust.

We rolled out an explosion.

Never heard about that.

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

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

what about the compliance with safety regs, right?

That's how June got sick.

For all you watching, not the exact...

Not the tech you go to. 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 in 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 served to end the lives of these big heroes, and that someone was Ben

Richards.

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

For all you watchers, not these devils.

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

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

The ones who gave their jobs.

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

all need to know.

I laughed my ass off smoking those drinks.

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

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

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

all fake you might get him out of here right now

Oh, it's getting crazy hot.

The game is ours tonight.

Yeah, we got to go. You ready?

Here we go.

Okay. Keep them out of the way.

Those Michael boys don't want to follow them. They're going to be worried.

Got it.

No. No. I know. I know. Stay cool.

Come on. Come on.

Don't stop until we're out.

Yo, what's going on?

There's still others. I know.

They're here.

They're coming.

No.

That is the wall. I'm sorry.

No.

I see them. I see them. They're gone.

They're gone.

They're gone.

They're gone.

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 it's a work?

Look, we know they track me out a little.

Increases the risk to get self -tape. My man heads out, drops them on the

wayway. They stay from the ground. They won't know what hit them.

No, you're not.

Just in case.

Why are you helping me?

It's about what I have.

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

Hey.

Son.

What's up, America?

I was about to tell you the network faked itself, Dave, but if I did, they'd

just fake this one too. So I'm just going to read you something instead.

Dear Diary, I woke up with a blot today.

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

Time for a meat day.

So I ate my favorite breakfast in bed.

The scent was puppies. I could have eaten one.

Then I did yoga. I blew up a courthouse.

I know.

Creature of habit.

But tonight, I'm going to go out.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go. I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

See if Ms. Laughlin has earned her the last of her running money.

We're still here, you shittiers!

Damn, Richard, that's a tough act to follow, but... Challenge accepted!

Yeah! Oh!

Go off, neighbors.

Oh, my God! Look at it!

Who does this?

Definitely her.

Laughlin, get!

Real. Keep boys going down. No way. I got ten cleanses. Ben Richards dies

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 a finger.

He's your final runner. That's a fact. 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?

An idiot.

Me again?

Look, here's the real deal.

I'm not out here trying to fight for 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 miles off cocktails. You won't see me throwing

parties. Fair.

You won't see me at all.

Just in time, father.

Best take out of Maine.

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 have some brothers and sisters my father said he was in hell

every single day thanks father have a good night careful

out there

You can kill the guy who stopped me from seeing my daughter again.

This is a message for my fellow citizens.

And let me make this clear for the chiefs. If I die on this show, I died

two things I believe in.

My wife and my kid, everything else and everyone else can fuck off.

know what that sound is.

She rolled the dice on a very public appearance at the

Holy Grail Casino.

Thank you.

Sorry, Hunter.

All you managed to kill was my vibe.

Remember, kids, don't be contrived.

Unless you're good at it.

Jeff and Gino will receive a lifetime supply of fun!

The hunters will be out for blood.

They hate civilian killers.

Things are going to start ramping up.

Mom, wouldn't be surprised if they fire up the DNA if they first do this.

I don't want anything, Mom.

I don't need anyone.

Mom, what a tough guy you just made. I'm not looking for anything.

Don't ask for the hologram. Help me!

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, bastard.

Hand him down!

She used to be a fine, 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.

Some copy art for my harmless community newsletter.

You follow my drift?

Huh.

Who would the DNA have hurt?

A black ops scanner 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 that with the hot dog cart?

My dad was a cop.

A big cop.

Quit in protest when the network privatized local police.

He believed officers should be accountable to the town, but 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 SEC didn't appreciate his choices.

They let him know every chance they got.

He made damn sure we were safe in his house.

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

And this is what they did to my dad.

His buddies on the force never solved the case.

They're the ones who killed him.

But you can't kill an idea.

Dad was their worst nightmare.

A free man with a conscience.

And everything they destroyed in him lives on in me.

Like a nuclear blast.

It never burns out.

One step.

I'm good.

Amen. I can't outrun faith, but we cannot hide

from death.

That's what I feel.

was killed deadly from this cold war cell tree found in a nearby forest.

I have a detailed map for how to get there. You can survive down there for

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 proof in your house.

But it won't be dispirited until right after you win.

What's that all?

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 cheer for you down there?

They think you just might win.

And if you can survive against those booms, 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 give 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 on you.

If the light in the hallway is on, Excuse me.

Hey.

I appreciate what you're doing.

But if they find out you're helping me, those same goons that got your dad,

they'll come for you.

Once and all.

I'm not going to take that job here.

Just to see you one day.

I wanted to be part of those.

Dad advice.

Take care of your mom.

Nice to meet you, best friend.

Rule two.

Bully your boys.

Rule three.

Rule four.

Don't fuck the network.

Ever.

Rule five.

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! You savage!

Wait! Never eat puppies again!

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

air who get caught in the crossfire. It will be a bloodbath.

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

Mr.

Richards, just talk into my home!

You can't stay where you are.

What's on you?

We gotta get going.

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

What? Grab your stuff. I'll get the scenes.

They're coming to get you.

You're not listening. It's dangerous.

No. Get in the safe room. No, Elsie. I want to see you die.

You hear that, Will?

You're going to die.

They're here.

Doctor, the 100's never arrived on scene in 4 minutes and 30 seconds.

We'll be long gone by then.

Yoo -hoo!

Hey, big boy!

You can fly down a pole? I thought of something.

So who can fly a pole?

Eight, four minutes flat.

Don't give me long enough. Long con?

We are still in the goddamn house.

outside he wants to do it in person on him

People are dying, you fucking psychopath.

You just baked everything.

Why don't you just bake 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.

You want me to offer one of your own guys?

It's all good for me.

Okay, on you. In five, four, three, two,

one.

And action.

Get in.

What? What about the door?

Yes, sir.

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.

One in five pieces, Mr. Big Rock.

Bunkers dug into that hill.

smell it.

The acrid think of fear as the prey animal realizes he's surrounded by

predators.

Reality thinks then 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 it's up to you to show him where it ends.

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

And hunt him down!

This is the message for killing.

A dead

I'm starting to get how this game works.

It's not about me winning or losing.

It's about the ratings.

About how much chaos I can cause.

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

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

But here's the deal.

I will see my family again.

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

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

I know you thought 30 years.

Well, guess what, you son of a bitch.

I'm from formicide.

Let's throw the world a look out.

Here's a mutually profitable annihilation.

You want to go?

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. Who even

likes this show? The floor is done.

You're the only one tense enough to think I know it. So.

Wait.

Your

battery

is 93 % charged.

Now you poor things are going to frag us if you don't back this car right now!

Your car is dead. Your car is dead.

and people need self -driving cars.

Recalculator.

Keep it pointed north.

All the way in the border.

Go ahead.

Why?

Did you go crazy and tell me?

No.

You have one minute to speak freely.

How'd you live with yourself?

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.

Think of what?

Kill people for money?

And you only kill the best people.

The people who protect us from wealth like you.

And that's not a word I use.

That is my family.

Our number finally came up for the part.

Watched Kathy try ice cream for the first time.

That was the best day of my life.

But yeah, you're right.

Let's go, you filthy.

Not the bullets.

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

people like us.

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

Huh?

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

The flu!

That is a human life hanging around your neck.

You seem to be doing fine.

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

I'm not a bad person.

No, do not start crying.

I will choose both if you start crying.

Cry when it's over.

When will that be?

Shit! Yielding for an emergency vehicle.

Nine. Disable it! Disable it! Do not pull!

Yielding in 100 feet.

In 20 feet.

You have successfully yielded. Nine.

in the name of the network.

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

Step out of the car.

You'll be safe with us.

It's him we want.

The producers just killed an hour ago, Chef.

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 Williams, a 27 -year -old realtor from Ben -Romain.

Help me!

He's got a gun!

Welcome to the running man.

The crisis continues.

As Miss Williams gray out and heads north on Rustic Rock Siding Road, the

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

Help me!

Turn it off.

Turn it off!

Unbelievable.

Yeah,

circus, all right.

So they're just going to keep filming us?

If a letter gets good ratings, they let them run.

Oh, God.

Is that a blockade?

All right.

From Blair Park to Les Pass.

What?

Jeep driving.

Not going to see.

How do we know?

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

It'll be live.

So what live?

Filming.

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

Oh, no.

Amelia, can you give me the gun?

Why not?

You're obviously the hero.

Fuck me.

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

Report to 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 kill

you. Do it, Ted, please!

You heard the lady.

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,

He gets his boots on fat first, takes less than a gram to blow about 12 pounds

of vaporized everything in a half -mile radius.

Oh, yeah.

BFB -20, the most highly regulated industrial explosive in the world, but

going to set a foot in my face.

That's Molly, and 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.

I've got a dark mind as well.

I can't run.

No.

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

Now I feel that I'm not.

Why don't you say what I think?

to convince them your handbag is a bomb long enough to bail out over canada

they'll never let you win so i'm gonna slip out the back door and wait out the

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

border what if they call you black you make sure they know it's real get scared

freak out curse scream call me the worst thing as possible just

remember everything bad

It's all good freebie.

Act terrified when Lacone hands you the shoot.

I won't have to act.

If you grab the gun, you'll know it's time to go off.

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

So start today.

Get on the plane.

only can take your mask off audience away he's dreaming okay

Let's go today.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Richards, to the Met Air Flight B Luxury Jetliner, the

ultimate in private travel.

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

skyway. 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 Dunning to your left.

Looks like you're missing one.

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

Four. Six.

Why don't you check them all for stowaway?

Anyone synced 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 at seven minutes from the border.

As you wish.

Hey,

Richard. Six minutes. Showtime.

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 the makeup on before the show starts.

Fuck the show.

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

We can all go right now. Stop!

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

See if I do it. Show him the bomb!

Show it to him before he shoots you and kills us all! No, show it!

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

Do you fucking hear me? I'm done!

I'm fucking done!

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

You're nothing but a Halloween costume.

You can't offer me shit.

You're true, Mr. Richards.

You can, but I can't. How about I offer you a deal?

You tell your hunters in the cockpit to do what I tell them, otherwise I blow up

this jet and 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.

Flying V Mark II has scanners built into the doors.

It's been wildly entertaining.

But you can give Amelia her lovely handbag back now.

Evan?

Evan? Don't.

That's game.

I 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, Richard.

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

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

life around to become a lethal force.

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 community.

No deal.

Revenge for your wife and child.

Why would I ever believe you?

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

whatever I want.

You put 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 conceal it in Kathy's

secret uptown location.

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

Not all accidents are accurate.

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.

Soon broken by the very men we entrust to enforce them.

Steve McCone and his hunters.

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

No one would believe we did it.

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

infraction.

As we go live to Richards.

Richard.

You're making coffee?

Yeah. And break it!

What is it that follows?

What is it that follows?

The

most

brutal of aliens.

It's four.

It all comes down to this.

Shut the fuck up, Bobby!

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

Chum?

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

You've been surviving for weeks and days.

For 29 days.

What's more likely?

A, I killed your family.

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

Or C, they're too fucking stupid to figure it out.

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

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

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.

Through this, I'm doing you a favor.

Hey,

giant! You think I need a bomb to wake this loser?

He might wake you.

That's game.

Trouble is caught.

Get them back on the ground.

When you get on the

ground, just run like hell. Don't look back.

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

I'm sorry they did this to you.

I did it to myself.

You are the man.

We have command of the jet.

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

as new.

But wait.

Making his freebie debut with a special message.

The creator of Running Man, super producer Dan 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.

Congratulations,

Ben, and welcome to the network, family.

I already got it, family.

You film or not, Dan?

Moving up for Dan Hilliard.

and 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.

They blacklisted my head.

My daughter got sick.

This is the only job I can get.

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

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

You want big booze?

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.

James Killian.

You remember that face.

Don't watch freebie.

Watch paid for.

Turn it off.

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

We're going live again in 30, and this time you'll play your part, because if

not, we're going to run this instead.

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

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, dude?

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.

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

We're not free.

Indeed.

Look at what you've done.

I told you I was going to fuck you up.

Yeah.

The man called everyone.

The MCG will blow him out of the sky.

Who, 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 in season one

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

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

I will dig in your mouth and laugh in your face!

And then, they swept the crowd.

Where did Puffin's shirt guy come from?

Season 5, episode 13, to be exact.

That's how dumb the network thinks we are.

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

that jet until... A revolutionary riot girl found a jet black bus on the roof

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

Turn it off.

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

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

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

The lot is easy.

What pays for it?

But questions remain about that fateful night.

Who's going there?

Did the hunters really assassinate Ben's family?

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

And the people 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 at St. Paul's. Just the right size for this so

called to bring it back to death one last time. Stop filming me! The network

won't say, but one thing's for sure.

We'll hear you, city dirt.

Oh, my God.

These are adorable.

Oh, sorry. They're not mine.

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

Groceries, too?

Yeah.

You are a beautiful child.

32nd! Where do you think you're going?

You don't hear that?

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

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

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

I can turn this around?

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

Make them a cop.

You can show now.

You think you can just walk?

Please, please.

Take a look at my page 42, paragraph 6.

There's a special clause in the smallest implement 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 accept the rules.

That's the theme. Drown him out. Sir, are you sure?

Play the theme right now.