All language subtitles for The.Running.Ma

Yankee nine-niner,
what are your coordinates?

Zero-two-zero. Flight level 1-5.

We are above release point
echo-bravo-one.

- 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 rioters must be eliminated.

The hell with you.
I will not fire on helpless people.

Abort mission. Return back to base.

- Lieutenant Saunders, do you copy?
- Affirmative.

Take command. Detain Richards
and proceed as ordered.

Richards,
what the fuck are you doing?

Shit. Get him.

Goddamn it.

Lieutenant, we're pitching over.

I got it. I got control.

He said detain him. Don't drop him.

Richards, you're gonna fry for this.

And I'll see you in hell.

Come on. Keep digging.

What's the holdup?

This one's had it.

Watch the detonator.

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 lucky bastard.

Work crew coming through.
Prisoner transfer proposal.

Okay, hang on.
Lenny, this is the eighth perimeter.

Fresh meat just got here.
Shut down the dead line.

Affirmative. Shutting down now.
Stand clear.

Access code pending.

Verified. Perimeter deactivated.

Sonic dead line is down.
Sonic dead line is down.

- Okay, assholes. Move it. Move it.
- Let's go. Let's go.

Get off the lead or lose your head.
Come on.

East perimeter here.
New prisoners are all in compound.

- We're clear.
- Affirmative. Activating dead line.

What are you looking at?
Get out of here.

Sonic dead line is up.
Sonic dead line is up.

Prisoner restraint collars armed.
Prisoner restraint collars armed.

Give you a lift?

No. No.

Get it open.

I got it. I got it.

- Repeat the codes.
- I did. Six-five-three...

Shit, it's not working.

- You're a hell of an actor, laughlin.
- Who was acting?

Well, you're still alive, aren't you?

- Repeat that code.
- Okay.

Weiss. What's the holdup? Come on.

The linking computer's
denying the code.

Must be the walls in here,
they're blocking the signal.

- It's not happening.
- Then we try it outside. Move.

Let's go. Come on.

Move. Get out of the way. Move.

Open the gates. Open the gates.

Go ahead, do it.

Shut down the dead line
or we all lose our heads.

The system's blocked.
Must be an encryption lockout. Damn.

Perimeter deactivated.
Perimeter deactivated.

- All right. All right.
- Not the line yet, chico.

No, chico! Amigo!

Chico. Come back.

The dead line's still up.

He's not gonna make it.
That collar's gonna blow.

Chico!

Kill him! Kill him!

No, chico!

Sonic dead line is up.
Sonic dead line is up.

Prisoner restraint collars armed.
Prisoner restraint collars armed.

Sonic dead line is up.
Sonic dead line is up.

Prisoner restraint collars armed.
Prisoner restraint collars armed.

Perimeter deactivated.
Perimeter deactivated.

Perimeter deactivated.
Perimeter deactivated.

Zone passes are required at all times.
Display passes properly.

All interzone workers with day passes
are reminded

that curfew begins at midnight.

Anyone without a valid zone card
after midnight

will be permanently detained.

Cadre kids, don't forget,
October is bonus recruitment month.

Earn a double bonus
for reporting a family member.

Ics, your entertainment
and information network reminds you

seeing is believing.

Give me that.

What's the number one
television show

in the whole wide world?

The running man!

- Yes!
- Yes, it's the running man.

Four-hundred square blocks
of danger, destruction, demolition...

You guys wanna buy a hot stereo?

- Stevie.
- Laughlin. Glad you guys made it.

Unstoppable network stalkers
give criminals, traitors,

and enemies of the state
exactly what they deserve.

Sundays, 8 to 11
on ics channel one. Be there.

Produced in cooperation with
the zone 4 department of justice,

all rights reserved.

The running man,
america's favorite game show.

A child, your child,
happy, loving, caring...

Can you believe this shit?
Twenty-four hours a day.

- Seven days a week.
- Don't listen to it.

I worry about the kids.
The network shut 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.
- The truth?

Hasn't been very popular lately.

Can't find the code or the uplink.

I don't know where the network
hid something that big,

but they managed.

Stevie, would you mind?

Goodbye, my lovely.

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, mic.
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.

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.

Hey, get out of here.

Don't stay there. Come on.

Well, there's your ride. It's all set.

Nothing like first-class.

Senorita, senorita,
do you want to come in?

- Yeah. Hey, you too. Yeah.
- Come on. Hey, hey.

I guess this is it.

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

And you, laughlin, 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's gonna get me
out of the city.

Plus, I'm not into politics.
I'm into survival.

- Nowadays, it's the same thing.
- Hurry. Come on.

Laughlin, save it for the written test.
Good luck.

Yeah, for all of us.

- Look, look, there he is.
- Yes.

- Mr. Killian. Mr. Killian.
- Yeah!

You look beautiful.

- We need you, Damon!
- Yeah.

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 likely?
You're beautiful, sweetheart.

- Sorry, Mr. Killian.
- That's all right. What's your name?

- Dan.
- Dan, you're doing good work.

- Looks beautiful. Don't worry. Okay?
- Thank you. Thank you.

Brenda, if that asshole
is mopping the floor tomorrow

you'll be mopping it
for the rest of the week. Let's go.

Security code accepted.

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.
- Morning, Mr. Killian.

- Tony. Tony. What do you got for me?
- Damon, thank god.

The justice department's been
calling every ten minutes.

Just give them an evasive answer.
Tell them to go fuck themselves.

Got my coffee?

- I wanna know what we got, all right?
- All right, let's see.

Lights.

Oh, god. Kitchen, toast and 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

for 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 reeducation.

Help!

Asesino is in my house!

The butcher of Bakersfield's
in my bathroom!

That's the ticket. No pain, no gain.

Let go of me! Let me go! Let go!

Now, listen to me,
because I'm only gonna 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.

Hi, this is Amber.
I'm not home right now.

I'm out somewhere
having a wonderful time

with glamorous people
in a fabulous place.

So when you hear the tone,

control yourjealousy
and leave your message.

- “Baby face“ march.
- Are you kidding me? Next.

How's this one?
Case 114. Schoolteacher.

Killed his wife and mother-in-law
at a faculty dinner with a steak knife.

Yeah, see, I like that quality.
He's the sort that the neighbors say:

“He was such a quiet man.
Never too busy to say hello.“

but look at him.
He weighs 120 pounds.

- He wouldn't last 30 seconds.
- Four counts bestiality...

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.
- I 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.

They want ratings? I can get
ten points for his biceps alone.

Hello. Yeah, this is Killian.

Get me the justice department,
entertainment division.

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 their theme song,

“we bring you joy,
we bring you strife"?

Well, I wrote that.

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 need. Money.

Money's not gonna do you any good.

You won't be able to leave this quad.
You don't have a travel pass.

You do.

Now I do.

Now, let's see.

Now, where should we go?

Maybe some place warm.
I need to work on my tan anyway.

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, titusville
and mandelabrug are on schedule.

Flights to anaconda, Chile,
are delayed several hours.

All mideast 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,
you have a very negative attitude.

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

Travel pass.

What a beautiful day today.

I can practically taste
those pi? A coladas all ready.

- Right, sweetheart?
- Miss?

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

Last vacation
she put my credit cards in there

and we couldn't find them
for a week.

Here, could you hold this, please?

You wanna move it up there?
We got a plane to catch.

- We don't have all day.
- Go on. Go on.

You can't live with them
and you can't live without them.

This is ridiculous.

So now we move.

I'm warning you, I get sick.
Airsick, carsick.

I'm gonna throw up all over you.

Go ahead.
It won't show on this shirt.

Help! He's Ben Richards!

He's trying to kidnap me! Help!

Out of my way!

Get the hell out of my way.

Terminal 7. Positive ID.
Benjamin a. Richards.

Priority-one fugitive.
Repeat. All units, terminal 7.

It's okay.

All right. We're on him.
Close in. Close in.

Fuck!

- Move it. Move it. Move it.
- Go, go, go. Go.

You move and you're dead.

- Did you see that?
- Who is that?

Hi, cutie-pie.

You know, one of us
is in deep trouble.

- You know who I am?
- I've seen you before.

You're the asshole on TV.

That's funny. I was gonna say
the same thing about you.

I saw the video of your prison break.
Sensational.

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

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

No, you've got more.
You've got talent, you've got charisma,

and you 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
of the running man.

Fuck you.

You're a brilliant conversationalist,
Ben. A trifle limited, but brilliant.

- Take a look.
- How long they gonna keep us here?

Isn't that your old
schoolteacher buddy there?

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

Weiss. Laughlin.

What are you gonna 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 got a contract with the government.

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

Well, you've seen it, right?

You know at least you've got a chance,
but your buddies, Ben,

they're the b list.

So if you don't do
the running man tomorrow,

weiss and laughlin are gonna go on
in your place.

What do you say?

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

Starting barium iv.

That's a go.

Reading all systems down the line.

Your bird is singing loud and clear.

All systems check out.

Mandibular restraint.

Interphalangic injection.

Deltoid im injection.

- Procedure completed.
- That takes care of him.

Sons of bitches.

He's wrapped.
Knock him out till showtime.

These guys,
they never stop competing.

I get thirsty just watching them.

But in my line of work,
I can't afford that filled-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 Richards 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.

And digital effects number one.

Roll process mod.

Okay, you guys. Here we are.
Come on. Come on.

Pick your seat. Come around.
Move, move, move.

Hey, over here. Here.

Big crowd tonight.

Better there than in the streets.

- Buzzsaw!
- Buzzsaw, touch me!

Buzzsaw!

- Who's your number one stalker?
- Buzzsaw!

Hey, buzzsaw.
Slice those runners for me, man.

He touched me.
Did you guys see that?

Buzzsaw touched me.

Look at that power.

Don't touch the hair.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

Look, do you have any more change?
I ran out.

- Yes.
- 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 him, he hasn't.
- That's what they all say.

“... and whereas the victim
contests 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 de jure

and therefore parties have
certain obligations to each other.

Respective rights and obligations.
A, victim has no rights...“

boy.

Lucky he didn't kill you too.

Or rape you and kill you.

Or kill you then rape you.

“Conflicts between your estate
and the network..."

I mean, a guy like that,
what would stop him?

Yeah. What would?

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

I just remembered that
I have some paperwork to do.

- So I'll catch you tomorrow, okay?
- The producer of the running man

and everyone's favorite showman,
Damon Killian.

Yeah. Thank you. You're beautiful.

I love you. Yes.

You're beautiful.

Thank you.

It's showtime.

Yeah! Yeah!

All right. Now, tell me.

What's the number one television show
in the whole wide world?

The running man!

And who loves you,
and who do you love?

Damon!

One more time.

- Damon!
- Yes!

Phil, my announcer.

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

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

I'm just kidding, guy.
You're great at your job.

Too bad it isn't music.

“... res ipsa ioquitur ad infinitum
for cassettes, videotapes, bubble chips

and all other methods of recordings
known or unknown.“

400 square blocks left over
from the big quake of '97.

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

Sign here.

Hey.

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

Here, here, here.
Use my back, victim.

And it almost woke the wife up.

I love you. Yes.

Don't forget to send me a copy.

The love of my life,
my number one fan, Mrs. Mcardle.

- How you doing?
- Just fine.

I want a kiss now, a big kiss,
but remember, no tongues.

- Bless you.
- Sit down, little darling.

We have one hell of the show
for you tonight.

Phil, 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.

Approximately 1,500 civilians.
Moving in.

Yankee nine-niner,
the crowd is unarmed.

Repeat, unarmed. Abort attack.

- Acknowledge, yankee nine-niner.
- 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.

Oh, no.

Well, we all know the aftermath.

Grieving parents, orphaned children,

and a nation shocked
to its very core.

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

in person,

the butcher of Bakersfield.

Die.

Kill him.

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...
- Excuse me.

At our fabulous prizes,
like a trial byjury,

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.

Phil, tell our friends
what they can win today.

A year's supply
of orthopure procreation pills,

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 wanna 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 square blocks

left over from the big quake of '97.

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

Once inside the zone,
the runners have three hours.

They've gotta go through
all four game quads.

Three hours or less,
and they're gonna need every second.

Because you know
who's on their tail?

The stalkers!

- Who?
- The stalkers!

And you know what happens then.

Anything goes!

- What?
- Anything goes!

Right! Without further ado,
it's time to start running.

- On your marks, get set...
- Killian.

I'll be back.

Only in a rerun.

- Go!
- You son of a bitch!

Yes!

- Two-way catch team in position.
- Lock down terminus impact net.

All systems go.

Vacuum sleds passing
checkpoint one.

“Edited for television."

Raw footage.

Hey, come on down.

Edith wiggins, come on down.

Iwon. Iwon.

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, Edith.

You look like you might have done
a little stalking yourself.

All right. Now, we need you
to give me the name of the stalker

that we send out to hunt down
those three desperate criminals.

- Okay.
- Give me ten seconds, please.

Come on, come on.
Place your bets. Place your bets.

Come on. Hey, dynamo 3-to-1.

- Hey, Carlos.
- Don't take an hour.

Come on. You two.
Come on, let's have it.

Time's up.

No more bets. No more bets.

- Come on. Back off. Back off.
- Who's it gonna be?

- I don't know. They're all so good.
- Quickly.

Well, my husband and my little boy,
they have their favorites.

- But I like my men big and cuddly.
- Yeah? Who is it?

Subzero!

All right. Okay.

- We're looking for subzero.
- Subzero.

Yeah.

And now,
our first stalker of the evening

a cadre trophy champion
with over 30 lifetime kills.

Let's welcome the incredible iceman
who slices his enemies limb from limb

into quivering, bloody Sushi,
professor subzero.

Let's go. Move it.

Go on.

You guys! Hey!

Asshole.

- Get up.
- Come on, weiss.

- Kill them.
- You're gonna die.

Move. Get out. Move. Go.

Damon, here in the locker room

there's 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...
- Sorry, cap.

I've just been informed the runners
have entered the first quad.

Let's go there now, live.

- We can do it.
- Faster. Faster.

Keep going.

Come on. Come on.
Bring your money.

Come on. Give it to me.

First blood. You pay your money,
you make your choice.

Hey, how about you?

It's cold.

What is this?

I guess they want us to stay.

Subzero does it again. A triple hit.

Let's get out of here. Come on.
Weiss, come on. Go.

Go, go, go.

Banzah

oh, look at this.
An ics home video. Yeah.

And the running man home version

- right here for you.
- I love you.

Come on.
Get me out of here, you guys.

Hang on, weiss. I'm coming.

Come on, big boy.

Yeah.

Richards.

Will. Get me out of here, you guys.

Will, look out!

Kill that son of a bitch.

Kill him. Come on. Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Killian.

Here is subzero.

Now plain 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.

- You all right?
- Yeah. Boy.

What the hell is that?

- It's gas.
- Jesus.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Boy, sure glad we took care
of subzero.

Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck.

I know... I know a stalker died.

Well, it had to happen
sooner or later.

Yeah, 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 set

instead of picket lines?

Well, you ain't gonna get that
with reruns of gilligan's island.

Gilligan's island.

Yeah. Yeah, the one with the boat.

Buzzsaw, buzzsaw, buzzsaw.

Fireball, fireball, fireball.

- Yeah, buzzsaw!
- Leon.

I don't know. I think maybe dynamo,

but buzzsaw was
last year's champion.

- I can't decide.
- 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 and dynamo.

Phil, tell us all about
this champion tag team.

Let's give a down-home welcome
to buzzsaw Eddie vatowski,

last season's leading stalker.

Buzzsaw's
Hammond and Gage chain saws

are made of trilon-coated durasteel

and can cut muscle, sinew,
bone or even solid steel.

Well?

Ratings just jumped eight points
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?

- The one with the cute ass?
- This is cuter.

They just caught her downstairs.
She was pulling the Bakersfield video.

- Would you please welcome...
- Sensational.

Our third stalker of the evening,
dynamo.

Thank you. You're beautiful.

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.
- Let me go.

- Let me go.
- Amber.

Amber.

Now, 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.
Phil, tell us all about her.

It's clear. Come on.

- Weiss, what is it?
- The camera relay.

It's pointing into the zone, not up.

Who gives a damn?

Come on.

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.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

You wanna tell me
what the hell is going on?

All the relays are the same.

They point into
the middle of the game zone.

Sooner or later
they're gonna connect,

which means the uplink
to the network satellite is in there.

No wonder mic couldn't find it.
No one comes out here.

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

Then the underground
can jam the network.

- Jam the network?
- That's right.

Jam it up your ass.
Forget this uplink business.

You're gonna get us all killed.
We got to move on.

- Let's go. Move. Move.
- Weiss.

Sorry, Ben.

Christ.

Stalkers, we've got a bead,

20 degrees north, Mark 7,
12 degrees east, Mark 2.

- Yes.
- Come on, brothers.

Let's win one for the zero.

"Uplinks. Underground.
Uplinks. Underground.“

if you guys don't shut up,
I'm going to uplink your ass

and you'll be underground.

Watch out. The lights.

Let's get out of here.

Someone's coming.

Hey, hey, Richards, wait. It's Amber.

What the hell are you doing here?

You don't have to beat
the crap out of me.

You think I'm glad to be here?

Who the hell is this?

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

Guess this is her 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.

I can straighten that out.
See this camera up there?

I can strangle you
for the home audience.

Another relay. Quick.
It's around here.

- Weiss.
- What's he talking about?

Come on. Let's move.

Weiss, over here, over here.

Richards!

- You son of a bitch!
- Wait, wait.

- Richards, help!
- Come on. Let's go.

Laughhn.

- Are they there?
- Yeah.

Okay, let's go.

Give me your money. Okay.

Hey, man, what are you doing? Hey.

The resistance has been trying
to jam the network for five years.

This could be our chance.

- Let's go.
- No.

This is more important.

- It's the uplink to the network satellite.
- But he's gonna find us.

Weiss, come on. Weiss.

Over there.

Who loves you,
and who do you love?

Let me hear it.

You've got it.

Who loves you,
and who do you love?

Laughhn.

Hang on, I've got you.

Run! Get out of here!

Laughlin, get up.

Go, go, go.

He's coming.

Go, go, go.

Damn it.

- Go, buzzsaw!
- Buzzsaw.

- There you go, Leon.
- Yeah.

The running man home game.

Yeah!

It's okay, it's okay, man.

- Don't worry. Don't worry.
- Don't worry.

- You'll make more money.
- You'll make more money.

Let's get out of here, weiss.
He's gonna find us.

-Jackpot
- what are you doing? Weiss?

What are you doing?

- What's this, weiss?
- It's the uplink interface. Look out.

Great, hexagonal decode system.

It's not impossible,
it's just gonna take a little time.

- Your name is Amber, right?
- Yeah.

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

We've gotta get them to mic
and the resistance.

All right, all right. I will.
But then let's go.

Come on. Yeah, come on.

Richards, I love this saw.

This saw is part of me,
and I'm gonna make it part of you.

That's all right,

keep it.

God.

Eighteen, twenty-four.

Come on.

- Eighteen, twenty-four.
- Sixty-one, b.

Say them.

- Say them.
- Eighteen, twenty-four, sixty-one, b.

- Can we go now?
- Not yet.

“Not yet“?
What do you mean not yet?

Seventeen, seventeen,

foun

seventeen, seven, four.

- Seventeen, seventeen, four.
- But why...?

- Come to me, my love.
- Oh, my god.

Let me go. Richards!

Hey, light head.

- Hey, Christmas tree.
- Richards.

Oh, shit.

- All right.
- Come on.

Follow me, iightbulb.

Got you.

Come on!

All right! Yeah!

Oh, god. I'm stuck.

Somebody, help me.

God, cut. Go to commercial.

Jesus Christ. I have no power.

Cut. Go to commercial.

Kill him.

No. I won't kill
a helpless human being.

Not even sadistic scum like you.

- Oh, my god.
- Come on.

Come on. Do it.

- What happened to buzzsaw?
- He had to split.

Hey, what an incredible battle.

Buzzsaw gone, dynamo down,

but the stalk isn't over
till the fat lady sings

and the very last criminal...

Fireball, report to wardrobe at once.

Fireball, you're wanted in wardrobe.

And our halftime show.

Laughlin, break's over.

Come on. Let's get going. Come on.

I'm going somewhere,
but not with you.

Buzzsaw took care
of my traveling arrangements.

Oh, my god.

Weiss?

He's dead.

But he gave me the code.

The satellite uplink code.

The underground has
a broadcast center in quadrant 4.

Take her.
Take her and the code to mic.

Don't let us die for nothing.

Listen, we're counting on you.

Don't let us down.

I don't wanna be
the only asshole in heaven, Ben.

He saved my life.

It should be me down there.

We got him? Hey, Ben?

Ben, I gotta hand it 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 out 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, it's 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.

Fireball, fireball, fireball.

Fireball, fireball, fireball.

- Come on, fireball.
- Fireball.

Come on, fireball.

Let's go!

- Yeah!
- He's my hero! He's my hero!

- Bring the heat!
- Fireball, fireball, fireball!

And there he goes.
Fireball's on his way.

And dynamo's down but not out.
Back to you, Damon.

Hey. All right, Agnes.
Listen now. Big chance for you.

Win a whole lot of prizes.

Now, you know we've still got
two crack 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.

- She can't do that!
- Hold it. Hold it.

Agnes. Richards is a runner.
You've gotta pick a stalker.

I can pick anyone I choose.

And I choose Ben Richards.

- Richards?
- Richards?

That boy's one mean motherfucker.

Twho-hundred dollars on Richards.

Come on, 200 on Richards.

Two-hundred dollars on Richards.
Come on, you got it?

- Take our bet. You scared, or what?
- Let's do it?

Yeah, just do it.
Just write it down there, man.

- Okay, you want it, you got it.
- Yeah? Yeah? All right!

Place your bet, place your bet.
Two-five, two-five.

Secret broadcast center, my ass.

I don't know
what laughlin was talking about.

- There's nothing out here.
- Me and my big mouth.

We should have taken
that trip to Hawaii.

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

Jesus Christ.

Guess again.

Come on. Keep up.

I'm running too fast.
My feet can't keep up.

There he goes.
The number-one rusher.

He smells blood and nothing on earth
is gonna stop him.

- No, wait, I wanna go...
- In here? Okay.

Richards.

Here. This way.

- Why here? No, I wanna go that way.
- Come on.

Let go of me.

Put me down.

You're gonna get us killed.

Stop it!

Richards!

Let me go!

Burn them good.

Amber, get out of here.

Go! Now!

Move!

Amber!

Richards.

Richards.

Richards.

"Whitman."

Price.

Haddad.

They're running men.

Last season's winners.

No, last season's losers.

My gas line. My gas line.
Go to commercial. Go to commercial.

How about a light?

What a hothead.

Bye-bye, fireball!

Yeah, Richards!

Yeah, man. Richards.

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.

Code of 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 mic's
secret broadcast center.

If it even exists.

Oh, shit.

Let's try that way.

Oh, god.

We're trapped.

Subzero, fireball and buzzsaw.

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. Roll stock.

Freeze in digital memory.

- And...
- Activate traveling matte.

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

Take it easy, Damon.

We're loading Richards's image
onto the database.

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, mic.

It would've been nicer
if you would've gotten off your asses

and helped us out there.

We couldn't. We'd have been seen,

and then the government
would have found this place.

Laughlin, weiss,
would have died for nothing.

They didn't.

I have the uplink code.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I've just got an update

on tonight's 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!

Yes, it's all over.
What a colossal fight.

This is an incredible moment
in sports.

Captain freedom, out of retirement
and still undefeated champion.

Proving once again that right
and might are one and the same.

Damn that Killian.

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.

They'll get the police, the army,
and hunt us down like dogs.

Off camera, of course.

Okay. Dismantle all the overlays.

Put the digital matte
in the pixel memory storage.

You know, the damn thing worked
like a charm.

It should. Editel charged 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'd better fucking
get used to it.

That's the one for the awards show.

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, mic.

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 wanna make an impression,
forget the speech.

Try this instead.

What is it?

It's the original video
from the Bakersfield massacre,

before they edited it
for broadcasting.

Where did you hide that?

It's none of your business.

Hey, what the hell?

- Six minutes.
- Begin satellite coding sequence.

Load uplink code
into transponder grid.

Shunt power to main circuits.

Mr. Spock, you have the comm.

Who's Mr. Spock?

Come on. Let me hear it now.

Oh, yeah.

Welcome to the post-game
wrap-up show.

Ladies, I love you.

Thank you, young man.

Hello, you're on the air.

Hi, Damon. My name is Wendy.
I have a question about dynamo.

- Is he seriously hurt or what?
- He's gonna be fine, love.

- Fortunately, it seems...
- Good luck.

Dynamo was still under
factory warranty.

You too.

You're on the air.

Damon, I feel so bad
about the dead stalkers.

Is there any way I can make
a donation to help out their families?

Oh, what a darling you are.
Yes, my dove.

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?

- Damon!
- Yes! Yes! Yes!

Hey, what's going on?

We don't lie.

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.

Watch that screen.

Yankee nine-niner.
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.

The hell with you. I will not fire
at helpless human beings.

- Where's it coming from?
- The network satellite.

Abort mission. Return to base.

Don't touch that dial.

Detain Richards
and proceed as ordered.

Richards,
what the fuck are you doing?

Ladies and gentlemen.

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

We're experiencing
technical difficulties.

Bullshit.

It's showtime.

Get the people out. Come on.
Get the people out.

Thought it was pretty funny
out there in 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.

- Come on!
- Out! Out!

I'll show you dickless.

This way!

- Get out of my way!
- Get down! Down!

Let's go!

Hello, cutie-pie.

One of us is in deep trouble.

Sven, do you wanna talk
to Mr. Richards?

Well?

I got to score some steroids.

You look pissed, Ben.

Believe me, you got every right to be.

But, hey, will you...?
Will you just let me explain?

This is television. That's all it is.

It has 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 wean their kids on it.

Listen, they love game shows,
they love wrestling,

they love sports and 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.

Wait!

You bastard. Drop dead.

I don't do requests.

Well, that hit the spot.

Yeah!

Yeah! All right! Yeah!

Get him out!

Richards, Richards, Richards.

Richards, Richards, Richards.

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