Original subtitles

Yankee 9-9.

What are your coordinates?

020, flight level 15.

We are off release point.

Echo Bravo 1.

Move in and check it out.

Roger.

Moving in.

Food riot in progress.

Approximately 1,500 civilians.

No weapons evident.

Proceed with plan alpha.

Eliminate anything moving.

I said the crowd is unarmed.

There are lots of women and children down there.

All they want is food, for God's sake.

As you were, Richards.

Proceed with plan alpha.

All riders must be eliminated.

To hell with you.

I will not fire on helpless people.

Avoid missions.

We return back to base.

Lieutenant Sanders, do you copy?

Affirmative.

Take command.

Detain Richards and proceed as ordered.

Richards, what the fuck are you doing?

Get him!

Goddamn it!

Shit, we're bitching over!

He's entertaining.

Don't drop him.

Richards, you're gonna fry for this.

Then I'll see you in hell.

Keep digging.

What's the holdup?

This one's about it.

Watch the dead man.

Get that garbage out of here.

Move!

Hey Charlie, you see the running man last night?

I never miss it.

I even won 500 bucks.

You fucking bastard.

We're cool coming through.

Prisoner transferred for both.

Okay, hang on.

Lenny, this is the perimeter.

French meat just got here.

Shut down the deadline.

Affirmative.

Shutting down now.

Stand clear.

Access code pending.

Verified perimeter deactivated.

Sonic deadline is down.

Sonic deadline is down.

Okay assholes, move it.

Let's go, let's go.

Get off the land and lose your head.

Come on!

East perimeter here.

No prisoners.

They're all in compound.

We're clear.

Affirmative.

Let the man get back.

What are you looking at?

Get out of here!

Sonic deadline is up.

Sonic deadline is up.

Prisoner restraint callers armed.

Six, five, three.

Shit!

It's not working!

You're a hell of an actor, Laughlin.

Who is acting?

Well, he's still alive, aren't you?

We built that code.

Okay.

Must be the walls in here, blocking the signal.

It's not happening.

Then we drive outside.

Move!

It's not gonna make it.

That collar's gonna blow.

She's gone!

Sonic deadline is up.

Sonic deadline is up.

Prisoner restraint callers armed.

Information network.

Reminds you of seeing is believing.

What's the number one television?

You guys wanna buy a hot stereo?

Laughlin.

Glad you guys made it.

This is exactly what they deserve.

On ICS channel one.

Be there.

Produced in collaboration with the zone four

department of justice all white reserve.

The running man.

America's favorite game show.

Can you believe this shit?

24 hours a day.

Seven days a week.

Don't listen to it.

I worry about the kids.

The network shuts down the schools.

The kids are either in hiding or getting basic training.

Brainwashed by the TV.

We can jam the network once we find the uplink to the satellite.

Then we'll broadcast the truth.

Truth?

Hasn't been very popular lately.

Can't find the code or the uplink.

Don't know where the network hid something that big, but they managed.

Uh, Stevie, would you mind?

Goodbye, my lovelies!

You're one of the cops who locked up all my friends.

Burned my songs.

People like you took this country and turned it into a jail.

We don't want his death on our hands.

He's a cop.

He's the butcher of Bakersfield.

Come on, Mick.

You can see through that crap.

It's network propaganda.

We don't know that.

We know we wouldn't be here if he hadn't helped us.

We also know he's not one of us.

Perhaps now he's seen too much.

I've seen too much?

All I've seen is a bunch of low foreheads who think

they can change the world with dreams and talk.

It's too late for that.

If you're not ready to act, give me a break and shut up.

Nothing worth losing your head over, though, huh?

You got it.

Well, there's your ride.

It's all set.

Nothing like first class.

I guess this is it.

Now, you wise, stay out of the national database, okay?

And you, law friends, stop trying to teach the Constitution to the street punks.

See you guys at the ten-year prison reunion.

You can still join us if you want.

No, thank you.

My brother is going to get me out of the city.

Plus, I'm not into politics.

I'm into survival.

Nowadays, French, it's the same thing.

Law friends, save it for the written test.

Good luck.

Yeah, for all of us.

Brenda, do you have this week's ratings, or do I have to guess?

They're the same as last week, and those were the same all last month.

I guess we've just peaked.

But it's not like we've dropped.

Not like we... You're beautiful, sweetheart.

Whoa!

Oh, sorry.

Hey, that's all right.

What's your name?

Dan.

Dan, you're doing good work.

What's beautiful?

Don't worry.

Thank you.

Okay?

Thank you.

Brenda, that asshole is mopping the floor.

Tomorrow, you'll be mopping it for the rest of the week.

Let's go.

Edward?

Damon, were you down in Wardrobe yet?

They've got your new jackets.

They're fantastic.

Who chose the colors?

Hey, how are my people today?

Fine, sir.

Thank you.

You're looking good.

Love that unit.

Tony!

Tony!

What do you got for me?

Damon, thank God.

The Justice Department is calling every 10 minutes.

Just give them an evasive answer.

Don't go fuck themselves.

Got my coffee?

I want to know what we got, all right?

All right, let's see.

Lights.

Oh, God.

Kitchen.

Toasting coffee.

ICS channel one.

Are you ready for pain?

Are you ready for suffering?

If the answer is yes, then you're ready for Captain Freedom's workout.

Yes, it's America's own Captain Freedom.

Ten-time national champion.

The greatest stalker to ever play the game.

All right now, all you runners.

Ready, get set, go!

We interrupt Captain Freedom's workout to bring you this urgent news bulletin.

The city police are engaged in a door-to-door search for Benjamin A.

Richards, known as the Butcher of Bakersfield.

Richards, a former police officer, was the helicopter pilot who went berserk

18 months ago, firing without warning on a crowd of innocent civilians.

If you see this man, do not approach him.

Contact your local block warden.

He is considered armed and dangerous.

Don't make a sound, you understand?

Who are you?

A friend of my brother's?

What are you talking about?

This is his apartment.

I moved in last month.

They told me the last tenant was taken away for...

Yes?

For re-education.

That's the ticket.

No gain.

Listen to me, because I'm only going to say this once.

This is all a lie.

I was framed.

I'm completely innocent.

Yeah, sure.

Now be quiet and stay still.

I'm out of here in five minutes.

...time with glamorous people in a fabulous place.

So, when you hear the tone, you can tone your jealousy and leave your message.

Are you kidding me?

Next.

How's this one?

Case 114.

Schoolteacher killed his wife and his mother-in-law

at a faculty dinner party with a steak knife.

Yeah, see, I like that quality.

He's the sort that the neighbors say, such a quiet man.

He's never too busy to save the world, but look at him.

He weighs 120 pounds.

He wouldn't last 30 seconds.

Who else?

What about those bank robbers?

The ones who made that suicide pact?

Did they commit suicide?

Obviously not, Damon.

Then they're unreliable.

Maybe they've got a friend at a talent agency.

Maybe they've got an ax murderer or something.

Hello, gorgeous.

Somebody with stamina.

Tony!

Tony!

Pipe that feed in here now.

Take a look at this.

This is yesterday's prison break.

Hey, look.

Look at that mother move, huh?

Is he beautiful?

Who is he?

Are you kidding?

That's Ben Richards.

The cop from the massacre.

Sensational.

Perfect contestant.

I want him.

Can't have him.

Why not?

Damon, you know our contract.

We never get military prisoners.

Who's a military prisoner?

He's still at large.

Yeah?

Well, they'll get him for me.

Cadres can't have it both ways, huh?

They want ratings.

I can get 10 points for his biceps alone.

Hello.

Yeah, this is Killian.

Get me the Justice Department.

Entertainment division.

No, no, hold that, operator.

Get me the president's agent.

What is this?

That's my synthesizer setup.

I'm a musician.

Well, I'm really a singer.

I write music for the network.

Have you heard of their theme song, We Bring You Joy, We Bring You Strife?

Well, I wrote that.

Well, you must be very proud of yourself.

It's really nothing.

Look at this.

They're all on a censored list.

And look what we have here.

This looks like black market clothing.

And you wrote the network jingle.

Come on, everybody does it.

Money.

That's what I mean, money.

And money's not gonna do you any good.

You know, you won't be able to leave the squad.

You don't have a travel pass.

You do.

Now I do.

Well, let's see.

Now where should we go?

Maybe someplace warm.

I need to work on my tan anyway.

You see, you get so pale in prison.

There you are.

Good.

Now I'm going to untie you.

And then you're gonna get dressed.

And then you're gonna come with me.

Oh, yeah?

Well, why should I?

Because I'm going to say, please.

Well, why didn't you say so?

All flights to Pretoria, to Torville and Mandela Bird are on schedule.

Flights to Anaconda, Chile are delayed several hours.

All midi's flights are canceled until further notice.

You'll never pull this off, you know?

You are unarmed, outnumbered.

Face it.

You're screwed.

So why don't you just forget about all this and turn yourself in?

You know, a very negative attitude.

Now remember, I can break your neck like a chicken.

Travel pass.

What a beautiful day today.

I can practically taste the spina coladas already.

Right, sweetheart?

You didn't put it in your purse again, did you?

Last vacation, she put my credit cards in, then we couldn't find them for a week.

Here, could you hold this, please?

You want to move it up there?

We got a plane to catch.

Go on, go on.

We can't live with them, and we can't live without them.

I'm warning you, I get sick.

Air sick, car sick.

I'm going to throw up all over you.

Go ahead.

I'll show you on this shirt.

You know, one of us is in deep trouble.

Do you know who I am?

I've seen you before.

You're the asshole on TV.

That's funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.

I saw the video of your prison break.

Sand station.

Ben, I think we might be able to help each other out.

I've got the brains, and you've got talent.

Well, you've got more.

You've got talent.

You've got charisma.

And you've got balls.

And that's why I pulled a few strings to get you here.

And that's why I'd like you to volunteer to appear...

on tomorrow's broadcast with the running man.

Fuck you.

Your brilliant conversations, men.

Trifle limited, but brilliant.

Take a look.

Isn't that your old school teacher buddy there?

And there's your other buddy, the one who helped you in the prison infirmary.

Nice.

What are you going to do with them?

Well, that's really up to you, Ben.

You see, I created the running man, but I don't make the rules.

I've got a contract with the government.

They sent me the convicts, I put them on the show.

Well, you've seen enough.

At least you've got a chance.

But your buddy, Ben, did the B-list.

So if you don't do the running man tomorrow, Weiss and Laughlin are gonna.

..

We'll see how far this clown runs when we're done with it.

Starting bare in my V.

We've got to go.

Reading all systems down the line.

Your bird is singing loud and clear.

All systems check out.

Mandibular restraint.

Diphylangic injection.

Velcroed IM injection.

Procedure completed.

Takes care of him.

He's wrapped.

I can melt until showtime.

These guys, they never stop competing.

I get thirsty just watching them.

But in my line of work, I can't afford that held-up feeling.

That's why I drink Cadre Cola.

It hits the spot.

The capture of renegade police officer and mass murderer Ben

Richards was filmed yesterday by runway security cameras.

Richards' hostage, Amber Mendez, was unharmed.

Some airport personnel were not so lucky, like the ticket agent and security

guard Richard shot at point-blank range when he arrived at the airport.

But that's not true.

They were taken to Cadre Memorial Hospital, where they remain in guarded condition.

And now, back to climbing for dollars.

Mr. Richards.

I'm your court-appointed theatrical agent.

It's time.

That's number one.

Be proud tonight.

Better there than in the streets.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch the hair.

Do you have any more change?

I ran out.

Six dollars.

Jesus, this place...

You're lucky to be alive.

I mean, that guy, he's killed what?

60, 80, 100 people?

Not according to you, he hasn't.

And whereas the victim can test this, and whereas network and victim have in past

been combatants, ad hoc de facto, the parties herein have agreed to disagree.

This is now mutually consented to be du jour and

therefore parties have certain obligations to each other.

Respective rights and obligations.

Boy.

Lucky he didn't kill you, too.

He'll rape you and kill you.

He'll kill you, then rape you.

I mean, a guy like that.

Look, Amy, I have to pass on that drink.

I just remembered that I have some people who want to do so.

And now, here's the producer of The Running Man

and everyone's favorite showman, Damon Killian!

Thank you.

You're beautiful.

Thank you!

Showtime!

One more time!

Tailed by an officer!

I heard the warm-up today and I gotta tell you, honestly,

Bill, I don't think I've ever heard you funnier.

I'm just kidding, guys.

You're great at your job.

Too bad it isn't music.

Brace tips to Lockwood are ad infinitum for cassettes, videotapes,

bubble chips, and all other methods of recordings known or unknown.

...the big quake of 97.

I don't think any of us will ever... Sign here.

Here.

When that quake hit, I'll tell you it was scary.

Here, here, here.

Use my back, victim.

Then it almost woke the wife up!

Don't forget to send me a copy.

And Mrs. McConnell!

How are you doing?

Just fine.

A lot of kiss now, a big kiss, but remember, no tongues.

We have one hell of a show for you tonight.

Bill, please, if you will, introduce tonight's guest runner and watch that screen.

Our star runner tonight needs no introduction.

He's Ben Richards, the brutal slayer of 60 men,

women and children in the Bakersfield Massacre.

Food riot in progress.

We have 1,500 civilians moving in.

Yankee Nine-Niner, the crowd is unarmed.

Repeat, unarmed.

Abort attack.

Acknowledge Yankee Nine-Niner.

What the hell with you?

Lieutenant Sanders, take command.

Detain Richards and return to base.

Acknowledge Yankee Nine-Niner.

Acknowledge.

Return to base.

Those are innocent, unarmed people down there.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Greeting parents, orphaned children, to its very core.

Here he is, ready to pay the price for our home audience.

In person, the butcher of Bakersfield!

Now Ben Richards could have gone to prison to pay his

penalty, but instead, he volunteered for the running man.

Risking everything for a chance at our fabulous prizes like a

trial by jury, suspended sentence, maybe even a full pardon.

Like our previous winners, Whitman, Price, and Haddad!

You remember them?

Whitman, Price, and Haddad!

There they are, and at this very moment, they're basking under the Maui sun.

Their debt to society paid in full.

And speaking of prizes, you don't have to be a menace to society to be a winner.

You folks in the audience, you'll get a chance too.

Bill, tell our friends what they can win today.

David, how about a year's supply of more than pure appropriation bills, both

adult and kiddie sizes, and the latest edition of the running man home game?

Ben, I know you're just dying to get into that game zone and

show us the same determination you showed up in Bakersfield.

Well, first, I've got a little surprise for you.

We all know you're a big, tough guy, Ben.

But that doesn't mean that you're a loner, and it

takes a big man to admit that he needs his friends.

We didn't want to break up a winning team, Ben, so here

they are, ready to go for broke, right by your side.

Ladies and gentlemen, Ben's buddies, Harold Weiss and William Laughlin!

Son of a bitch.

You know how this works.

The game zone is divided into 400 silver from the big white to 97.

And I don't think any of us will ever.

..

...have three hours.

They've got to go through all four game plots.

Three hours or less, and they're going to need

every second, because you know who's on their tail?

Without further

ado, it's time to start running!

On your marks!

Get set!

Killian.

I'll be back.

Only in a re-run.

You should

have done a little stalking yourself.

All right, now, we need you.

Give me the name of the stalker that we send out

to hunt down those three desperate criminals.

Give me ten seconds, please.

Come on!

Come on!

Bless you, Ben!

Bless you, Ben!

Come on!

Come on!

Three, two, one!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

So good!

My husband and my little boy, they have their

favorites, but I like my men big and cuddly.

Who is it?

Yeah!

Our first stalker of the evening, a cadre

trophy champion with over 30 lifetime kills.

Let's welcome the incredible ice man who slices his enemies

limb from limb into quivering bloody sushi, Professor Sub-Zero!

Yeah!

A lot

of excitement here.

A lot of adrenaline.

The stalkers know there's 400 square blocks of game zone

out there, and anything can happen in the next three hours.

I remember once, when I was in the... Sorry, Cap, I've just been informed.

The runners have entered the first quad.

Let's go there now, live!

What are you doing?

What is this?

What is this?

Guess they want us to stay.

Let's get out of here!

Come on, Weiss, come on!

Go!

Hang on, Weiss!

I'm coming!

Will, look out!

Hey, Killian!

Here is Sub-Zero!

Now, plane zero!

Ladies and gentlemen, this is... just horrible.

Words can't express what we're all feeling at this very moment.

A great champion has fallen.

We'll be back right after these important messages.

Pull!

It's gas.

Let's get out of here, come on.

Sure glad we took care of Sub-Zero.

Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck.

I know a stalker died.

Well, it had to happen sooner or later.

Well, it is a contact sport, right?

Yeah, see, but you guys are justice.

You cannot have it both ways.

You want ratings, you want people in front of the TV sets instead of picket lines?

Well, you ain't gonna get that where he runs the Gilligan's Island.

Gilligan's Island.

Yeah.

Yeah, the one with the boat.

Then don't decide, Leon!

Hard decisions call for hard solutions.

And here are two hard asses ready to step in and take charge.

You asked for them, Leon.

You got them.

Here they are.

Buzzsaw!

Let's give a down-hole welcome to Buzzsaw

Eddie Votowski, last season's leading stalker.

Buzzsaw's Hammond and Kate's chainsaws are made of trilon-coated

durasteel and can cut muscles, sinew, bone, or even solid steel.

Well?

The ratings just jumped eight points right across the board.

Eight?

Make that nine points.

I love Ben Richards.

Want another surprise?

What?

Remember the girl who was with Richards at the airport?

Who was the cute ass?

This is cuter.

They just caught her downstairs.

She was pulling the Bakersfield video.

Well?

Come on.

Well,

it's been an exciting show so far, right?

We've had shocks.

We've had surprises.

And we thought, why not one more surprise?

Will you please help me welcome our mystery contestant, Miss Amber Mendez.

I understand that you're single, Amber, and that you live on the West Side.

And not surprisingly, she's flaunted the law

and traditional morality all of her life.

Go ahead, tell some lies about me now.

We don't lie.

Tell us all about her.

It's clear.

Come on.

Lies, what is it?

It's pointing into the zone, not up.

Who gives a damn?

Hey, where are you going?

Later, she cheated on college exams, had sexual relationships

with two, sometimes three different men in a year.

And then she met mad dog Ben Richards, her confederate, her lover.

That was a lie.

Dear, dear, dear, let's reunite these little lovebirds.

Go!

It's got to be here somewhere.

You want to tell me what the hell is going on?

All the relays are the same.

They point into the middle of the game zone.

Now, sooner or later, they're going to connect, which

means the uplink to the network satellite is in there.

No one in the mixed people couldn't find it.

No one ever comes out here.

If we find that uplink, we can crack the code.

Forget it, they're making an uneventful camera network.

You crazy uplink business.

You're going to get us all killed.

We've got to move on.

Let's go.

Move, move.

Christ.

Stalkers, we've got a bead.

20 degrees north, mark seven.

12 degrees east, mark two.

Come on, brother!

Just win one for the zero!

Uplinks, underground.

Uplinks, underground.

Guys, don't shut up.

I'm going to uplink your ass.

And you'll be on the ground.

Watch out the lights.

Let's get out of here.

Someone's coming.

Hey, hey, Richard, where is Amber?

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, you don't have to be the crap out of me.

You think I'm glad to be here?

Who the hell is this?

Hi!

She's the one that turned me in at the airport.

I guess this is your reward.

Oh, yeah, go ahead.

Make jokes.

It's your fault I'm here.

The police think I'm helping you out.

They even think I'm your girlfriend.

You can straighten that out.

You see this camera up there?

I can strengthen you for the home audience.

Another relay.

Where?

It's right out here.

What are you talking about?

Come on.

Why is it over here?

Over here!

They go for you.

Hey, man, what are you doing?

Hey!

Resistance has been trying to jam the network for five years.

This is going to be our chance.

No!

This is more important.

That's the uplink to the network satellite.

Oh, he's going to find us.

Wise, come on.

Wise!

Let's get out of here, Wise.

He's going to find us.

Jack, Wise.

What are you doing, Wise?

What's this, Wise?

It's the uplink interface.

Look out.

Great hexagonal decode system.

Not impossible.

It's just going to take a little time.

Your name is Amber, right?

Yeah.

Okay, Amber, I'm going to need you to remember these numbers.

We've got to get them to Mick and the Resistance.

All right, all right, I will.

Then let's go.

The kids.

I love this song.

It's part of me.

And I'm going to make it part of you.

That's all right.

Keep it tight.

1824.

Come on.

1824.

61B.

Say them.

Say them.

1824, 61B.

Can we go now?

Not yet.

Not yet.

What do you mean, not yet?

17...

17...

4.

1774.

1774.

Do I... Come to me, my love.

No!

Ranger!

I have no power!

Can't go to commercial!

I

want to kill a helpless human being.

Not even sadistic scum like you.

Come on, Mike.

What happened to Barzo?

He had to split.

Hey, what an incredible battle!

Barzo gone!

Dynamo down!

But the stock isn't over till the fat lady sings!

And the very last criminal!

Fireball, report to wardrobe at once.

Fireball, you are wanted in wardrobe.

And a half-time show!

Laughlin, break's over.

Come on, let's get going.

I'm going to where, but not with you.

Barzo took care of my traveling arrangements.

Why?

He's dead.

Oh...

But he gave me the code.

The satellite uplink code.

The underground has a broadcast center.

In quadrant four.

Take her!

Take her in the code.

To make...

Don't let us die for nothing.

Listen, we're counting on you.

Don't let us down.

I don't want to be the only... Asshole in heaven.

Ben.

He saved my life.

And she'll be me down there.

We got him?

Hey, Ben?

Ben, I got a hander to you, pal.

You got the whole network here in an uproar.

Why, they're shipping bicarb to the Justice Department in crates.

So that's why this little call is just between you and I.

It's not going on on the air.

Listen very carefully, Ben.

How would you like a three-year contract guaranteed?

A cadre credit line and a beachfront condo.

Sound impossible?

Ben is the standard deal for a network stalker.

And I know real talent when I see it, Ben.

And I'd just hate to see you get canceled tonight when you could go the distance.

Say the word, Ben, and you can be the one doing the stalking.

What do you think?

You cold-blooded bastard.

I'll tell you what I think of it.

I'll live to see you eat that contract.

But I hope you leave enough room for my fist because I'm going

to ram it into your stomach and break your goddamn spine!

Damon, it's for you.

Who?

It's the attorney general.

Get out.

Everybody out.

Come on.

Move.

Yes.

You know we've still got two cracked stalkers out there, right?

Dynamo and Fireball.

Who do you think will make the next kill?

Oh, boy.

That's a tough one.

Come on.

Give it a try.

You can do it.

Who do you think?

Okay.

I think the next kill will be made by... Ben Richards.

All in all, it's madness.

Richards is a runner.

You've got to pick a stalker.

I can pick anyone I choose.

And I choose... Ben Richards.

That boy's one mean motherfucker.

Two hundred dollars on Richards!

Come on!

Two hundred on Richards!

Let's do it.

I

don't know what Laughlin was talking about.

There's nothing out here.

Me and my big mouth.

We should have taken a trip to Hawaii.

I had the shirt for it, but you fucked it up.

Jesus Christ.

Guess again.

They're gonna get us killed.

Richards.

Richards.

Richards.

Last season's winners.

No last season's losers.

Captain Freedom to wardrobe.

Captain Freedom to wardrobe on the double.

Forget it, Killian.

I won't do it.

It's not a request, moron.

It's an order.

I don't need this crap.

This stuff is garbage.

I was killing guys like this ten years ago with my bare hands.

I'm not going for any of these tricks.

This is a sport of death and honor.

Go to the gladiators.

Cap, will you spare me the combat zen speech?

What the hell's the matter with you?

Can't you see what's going on out there?

This isn't a game.

They're betting on Richards up there.

Bullshit.

Get out of here.

Get him out of here!

What's the matter?

Steroids make you deaf?

Get him out of here now!

Now what?

Now let's find Mick's secret broadcast center.

If it even exists.

Oh shit.

Let's try that way.

Let's try that way.

Sub-Zero, Fireball, and Budsaw say their names with reverent pride.

They punished crime and served the law.

As patriots, they died.

This is what I hate.

Third act problems.

Full stop.

Freeze in digital memory.

Activate traveling map.

Tony, this better work, pal, or you'll be a digital memory.

Take it easy, Damon.

We're loading Richards' image onto the database, and when he's

mapped onto the stunt double, you'll never know the difference.

All right, boys.

Let's see you dance.

Sensational.

I love it.

Mr. Richards, I'm surprised you're so easily caught.

Welcome to the People's Network.

We've been waiting for you.

This is nice, Mick, but it would have been nicer if you

would have gotten off your asses and helped us out there.

We couldn't.

We'd have been seen, and the government would have found this place.

Laughlin and Weiss would have died for nothing.

They didn't.

I have the uplink code.

Ho, ho!

Great, incredible action.

The runners have entered the final quad.

And Captain Freedom has hung up his announcer's mic and come out of retirement.

He's suited up and ready for the final conflict.

Let's go now live to the game zone.

Still undefeated champion!

Ruling once again.

..

What's wrong?

You should be happy we're officially dead.

We can go anywhere, do anything.

No, don't you understand it?

They'll never let us out of here alive.

They can't afford it.

You get the police, the army, and hunt us down like dogs.

Off camera, of course.

Okay, dismantle all the overlays.

Put the digital mat into pixel memory storage.

You know, that damn thing worked like a charm.

It should.

Ed, it'll charge us an arm and a leg for the software.

Damon, you didn't have to kill him.

It's all a part of life's rich pattern, Brenda.

And you better fucking get used to it.

That's the one for the award show, huh?

Thank you, you're doing nice work.

All right, thank you.

Tony, you're finally getting it.

Guns.

You don't need guns to jam a satellite.

I do, to keep it.

The minute I steal the signal, the network will try to shunt the next one in orbit.

Stevie's group is going inside to stop them now.

These kids, this is a bad move, Mick.

They need a leader, they need someone with experience.

I thought you were looking for the door.

I told Killian I'd be back.

I wouldn't want to be a liar.

Listen up, everybody.

I want you all to consider yourselves picked up for the rest of the season, okay?

What are you, my people or an oil painting?

We're up nine points.

Come on, now.

Let's go, champ.

We're going to send the uplink code in 20 minutes.

Ten seconds later, I'll go on the air.

We'll be ready.

If you want to make an impression, forget the speech.

Try this instead.

What is it?

It's the original video from the Bakersfield massacre.

Before they edited for broadcasting.

Where did you hide that?

It's none of your business.

Six minutes.

Begin satellite coding sequence.

Load uplink code into transponder grid.

Jump power to main circuit.

Mr. Spock, you have the com.

Who's Mr. Spock?

Good luck.

You, too.

Oh, what a darling you are.

Yes, my darling.

All you do, you send your checks to the Patriots Fund.

Care of this station?

Three, two, one.

That's it.

We got it.

We got that, baby!

Those contributions are tax-deductible.

And who loves you?

And who do you love?

Like our previous winners, Whitman, Price and Haddad.

You remember them?

There they are at this very moment.

Basking under the Maui sun.

Their debt to society paid in full.

Lunch!

That's free.

Yankee 99er, what's the status of the crowd?

Food riot in progress.

Approximately 1,500 civilians.

No weapons are evident.

Proceed with Plan Alpha.

Eliminate anything moving.

I said the crowd is unarmed.

There are lots of women and children down there.

All they want is some food, for God's sake.

As you were, Richards, proceed with Plan Alpha.

All rioters must be eliminated.

To hell with you.

I would not fire at helpless human beings.

The network satellite.

Of what mission?

We've done to base.

Don't touch that guy.

Detain Richards and proceed as ordered.

Richards!

What the fuck are you doing?

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll please bear with us.

We're experiencing technical difficulties.

Bullshit!

It's showtime.

Thought it was pretty funny out there on the zone.

What's the matter now, bitch?

Why aren't you laughing?

Because there's nothing funny about a dickless moron with a battery up his ass.

I'll show you dickless.

Hello, cutie pie.

One of us is in deep trouble.

Sven, do you want to talk to Mr. Richards?

I've got to score some steroids.

You look pissed, Ben.

Believe me, you've got every right to be.

Hey, will you just let me explain?

This is television.

That's all it is.

Nothing to do with people.

It's to do with the ratings.

For 50 years, we've told them what to eat, what to drink, what to wear.

For Christ's sake, Ben, don't you understand?

Americans love television.

They weaned their kids on it.

Listen, they love game shows.

They love wrestling.

They love sports, violence.

So what do we do?

We give them what they want.

We're number one, Ben.

That's all that counts.

Believe me, I've been in the business 30 years.

Well, I haven't been in show business as long as you have, Killian.

But I'm a quick learner, so I'm going to give the audience what I think they want.

Bastard!

Drop dead!

I don't do requests.

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