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Sergeant, care to comment

on the public concern with your show?

No.

-What do you have to say to people

who think your show glorifies violence?

Don't watch it.

No.

Do you feel responsible

for the death of your son?

Can you comment

Part of the job.

Televised violence? Just, "Part of the job"?

It's not about violence.

The good people of this city need to know

that when bad people do bad things, there are consequences.

And that consequence.

Turn that crap off.

Who's responsible, Sergeant?

I'm here on the East Side with a tip

that violent felon Reggie Smith

is holed up in his girlfriend's apartment.

He's wanted for robbery and assault with a deadly weapon.

It's justice time.

Ryan Taylor.

Pew, pew.

- Turn the camera off. - What?

Turn the camera off!

Look, kid.

Just never point that at anybody. Okay?

Right, um, sir?

Mr. Fischer?

Yes, Cal?

Ready to begin.

Our world is built on the shoulders of barbarians.

Our societies are forged from bloodshed.

Whether you care to believe that or not.

And our show just exposes this truth.

Many are still concerned by the show's glorification

or even commoditization of death.

-Translation matrix. -On standby.

TM's hot.

I don't think of it as a glorification.

I think of it as a catharsis.

Alright, patch in sound.

Bring up the lights.

So people gain something by viewing it?

It is a reminder that we have moved on from violent times.

So you argue that the show actually saves lives?

Oh, I'm telling you it does.

Cronocom, the technology

and pharmaceutical empire

that your father founded in the early 1980s,

beyond all that success,

the focus of all has been

on the mysterious entropic reversal engine.

Now, this...

time-traveling technology

has never been duplicated outside of Cronocom's lab.

And it never will be.

Well, why keep such incredible technology to yourself?

Couldn't it benefit humanity in profound ways?

Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that.

Meaning?

Meaning it's a fact of the cosmos.

You try to change the past,

then the universe will stop you.

Okay, people, this is it.

And we are live in five,

four, three, two.

Welcome contestants.

When the buzzer sounds, the round begins.

Stand and die or live to fight another day.

Begin.

Hey.

Wait.

Interesting.

Cal, get him cleaned up.

Extractions, you're in.

White coats on standby.

You know, we should have scheduled this for last week.

I know. We're, we're playing catch up.

Yeah.

What is he doing?

Verus, my friend.

Is there a problem?

No problem, Mr. Fischer.

Good.

Show me.

I am Verus Romulus!

And we're here to fight another day!

Wonderful.

Very good.

Okay, why don't we shoot all the pre-rolls today?

So we'll get rid of them for the whole rest of the week.

And is there anything else?

No, no. Yeah, we're on schedule.

The final competitors were traveled about an hour ago,

and Ryan's about to go through integration.

-Who? -Ryan Taylor.

He's the winner of the last prelim.

Open the door.

I'm a police officer.

Open up!

Congratulations on passing

your prelims, Mr. Taylor.

Who are you?

My name is Isabell

and I'm here to assist with the onboarding process.

Please make yourself comfortable.

Right, Isabell.

You need to listen to me.

I'm a police officer.

Your journey starts here at Cronocom--

Did you hear what I said? I need you to open this door.

I'm a police officer.

On the show I will be your handler.

My goal is to offer you the support

and resources you need for a successful new life.

Consider me your home base.

And I know you.

You were in the apartment.

You drugged me.

Not quite, but yes, I am the one who brought you here.

I just killed a man and watched five others die.

And I want to know why.

There will be time for your questions after.

We've learned it's best not to overload our new talent.

Now, integration can be hard

and our studies show that travel can cause upset and discomfort.

You may be suffering from irritability, nausea, dry mouth.

What are you even talking about?

Why is it always so difficult with you post 1970s?

Suit yourself.

A word of advice though.

Please listen to your equipment manager.

Cronocom welcomes you to the show.

Cronocom, the path to a clear calm tomorrow.

Please make yourself

more comfortable and be seated.

Please make yourself more comfortable and be seated.

Please make yourself more comfortable and be seated.

Hey.

Hey.

You American?

Yeah.

Yeah, I knew it.

I knew it.

The name's Colt.

Fastest gun in the West.

Ryan.

Pleasure to meet you, partner.

When you from?

When?

Well, the year.

Tonight it's time

for season 10 of "Fight Another Day."

Hosted by yours truly, Verus Romulus.

From one coliseum to another,

I fought for my place among you.

A price I paid in blood.

You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?

Didn't you listen your handler?

And fight another day!

Combatants are chosen at random.

Weapons and armor from your time can be used.

No rules, to the death.

Just like Jenny's saloon on a Friday night.

Yeah, well, Colt, it's been nice talking to you,

but I've had about enough of this.

Oh no, I wouldn't.

I wouldn't do that if I--

She's saying it's the devil's work.

Do it.

Jesus Christ!

I'm sorry all of you had to witness that,

but it's a good lesson for all of you.

Well, might as well get comfortable, muchacho.

Alright, get that mess cleaned up.

Who's her handler?

Enola.

She's fired.

Queue the lottery.

Tonight's first match.

Sergeant Ryan Taylor.

Oh, hold on a second.

Cool as a cucumber, partner.

Versus Arthur Dane.

Say a prayer to your God, little man.

You mean I have to kill that man?

Either that or he kills you.

Sergeant Ryan Taylor.

I'm your equipment manager.

Name is Duke.

-Equipment manager, huh? -Yep.

I was told to take your advice.

That's right.

Suit up.

And if I don't?

If I were you, I'd do what they want.

That's gonna be your best chance.

Chance at what?

Clock's a ticking.

Mm, oh my God. I love this shit.

-Hey, start yet? -It's about to.

Oh hey, it looks like we're going head to head.

50 says my Dane takes your boy's head off.

-Right. -Yeah.

This shit though?

Hook this shit to my veins.

Mm.

Being cool ain't gonna cut it.

This is crazy.

Crazy would be going through those doors unarmed.

It's happening whether you like it or not.

Sergeant, good luck.

Be brave.

I love this part.

I suggest you make your peace, little man.

Oh geez.

This clown should have known better

than to bring a gun to a sword fight.

Stay tight. C and D, stay tight.

God, this guy looks really good just bleeding.

Oof.

Keep frame close.

Keep him close on that camera four.

God, this is unbelievable.

God, I need a drink.

How about a drink?

No, I'm okay sir.

No, for me.

Oh, okay, sir.

Hmm.

Never met anybody who looks good bleeding.

Feeling deflated?

try eqm...

brought to you by Cronocom,

path to a clear, calm tomorrow.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

If the stress is getting to you, we can,

we can up your dosage.

No, I said I'm fine.

Stable.

-Your last pick that TV cop? -Ryan.

Bit modern day.

Do you think he's up to the brand?

He scored above the 92 percentile

and has strong name recognition with the above 50 demo.

He was a celebrity before.

I'm betting he will be again.

If he lives long enough, fine.

I'll get him prepped.

C ronocom,

a better tomorrow today.

So, you built a time machine.

That's the easy part.

Understanding how to use it?

That's a bit more difficult.

Let's say you wish to travel back in time to 1939

and kill Adolf Hitler.

Getting there is not the hard part.

Just turn on the machine.

Set your destination time and walk through.

Once in 1939, simply acquire your target

and pull the trigger.

So long, Adolf.

But what will you find when you return home?

You had no reason to travel back in time

since Hitler is already dead.

So you didn't.

Good job, friend.

You've created a paradox

and the universe is not so fond of those.

How do we recruit contestants from the past, you ask?

Once we've selected a suitable contestant from history,

we determine the moment of their death

down to the picosecond.

At this point, we are cleared

to retrieve the contestant's near death body

and repair any injuries sustained in the past.

Once they are healed and repaired,

contestants are free to participate

for your entertainment.

Once the contestant's run on "Fight Another Day"

has come to an end,

we create genetic replicas of them

and incinerate the original.

Their replica bodies return

to the exact picosecond it was taken

thus preventing any changes to the past

substantive enough to cause a paradox.

You could say, as far as the universe is concerned,

it's like they never left.

So what you're saying is I'm already dead

and you grab me and these other maniacs here

to kill each other for your entertainment.

Yes and no.

I brought you here because I need your help.

Look, people here are suffering, all bound by Cronocom.

They're the pharmaceutical company?

Yeah, well, since your time,

it's become a massive conglomerate

run by a guy named Dresden Fischer,

who controls every single media outlet on the planet.

He manipulates people using

programming and pharmaceuticals,

pushing a product he calls EQM.

What does that have to do with me?

You ever lost someone you cared deeply for?

Had someone you love taken away from you

with no warning, no reason?

Yeah, that.

What would you give to have that feeling taken away?

Anything.

Right, now what if I told you

that that was a double-edged sword?

That they'll take that away,

but then you won't feel anything at all.

No love, no happiness, nothing.

Feeling less is not,

it's not feeling better.

Why me?

Because in your time you fought for a better world

and now we need someone

who's gonna fight for the best of what we are.

I think you could be that man.

Look, even if this is all true,

what am I supposed to do?

The winner of this season gets direct access to Fischer.

You just have to win.

Hell of a fight you had there.

Yeah. Thanks

You are shit with a shooting iron though.

Your grip's all wrong.

You gotta hold it high and tight.

Yeah?

Looks like you made some new friends.

It's time for our second match!

Who will step into the ring this time?

Only fate will decide in three, two, one.

Ishida Sakura versus Blaine Arzure.

I'll make short work of this, wench.

Looks like we got our winner.

I'm not so sure.

Now, some strategy from your former champion.

For this fight, the strategy's the same as always.

Break.

Their.

Skulls.

Two enter.

But only one shall survive to fight another day!

Look at that, huh.

Like her match, she may be short and sweet,

but boy, does she ever make a mess.

Now onto the next fight.

Who will step into the ring this time?

Only fate will decide.

Careful. Don't get too friendly.

You never know who you might have to face.

Colt Walker versus Bataar Ganbold.

Time to show them how we do things in the West.

Either you or me, partner.

Who doesn't love the theatrics of a cowboy?

Absolutely, sir.

I am gonna have a hog killing time with you.

Bang.

-Nice shooting. -Thank you, amigo.

High and tight, huh?

High and tight.

Halvor Hilda versus...

He looks like a Viking.

I wouldn't be surprised if he was.

Al-Razi!

What are the responses?

Oh, incredibly high numbers, sir.

87% average buy rate on ads shown after each fight.

Huh? And who's leading the polls?

Halvor, obvi. But Ryan is trailing behind, barely.

Oh, well, Sergeant Ryan has a knack for the limelight,

both in his time and ours.

What can I say? He is a star reborn.

Star reborn.

That's brilliant!

Thank you, sir.

I mean, good one, sir.

Oh yes.

Who's in the next bracket?

It's Spartan versus Maori

and it's our last fight of the day.

All right, why don't we swap out the Maori for Ryan?

Oh, but Ryan already fought today.

Oh no.

You don't understand, Cal.

That is the beauty of the lottery.

It's random.

Good choice.

You approve?

Oh yeah.

It worked for me in the past.

You fought?

Yeah, I fought.

Just not here.

Baltimore.

I was a cop for 32 years.

That was a long time ago.

Sergeant.

You ready?

I kicked down a lot of doors in my day.

Not once did the thought cross my mind

that I wouldn't walk back out.

Until I didn't.

I'll see you when you get back.

Be brave!

-Sir, computer's queued up. -Okay, run it.

All right, Ryan, let's just see what you got.

And now for our final match of the day.

Lucky win.

Why don't you set up a meet and greet with Ryan?

-Yes sir. -Yeah.

-You ever hear of knocking? -Hi. Timeline's moved up.

Fischer wants to meet you right now.

You can put an end to it.

End it how?

By killing Fischer.

Oh, we never talked about this.

Okay. What did you think we would do?

You're talking about murder.

No, I'm talking about stopping a mass murderer.

One that operates in legal gray area.

No, no, no. I'm not a hitman.

And this isn't an assassination.

It's justice.

Think about your son, Sean.

What did you just say?

You can save future lives just like his with--

Don't!

Don't!

Right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Just all of us out here, we've lost so much.

It's not right.

You can put an end to it.

Please.

What am I supposed to do?

They've replaced your pillow like you asked.

My star reborn.

Ah, my audiences love you.

Yes.

You're a star in your time and mine.

If you want an autograph, just ask.

Well, I might take you up on that.

I am really a big fan.

September 3rd, 1987.

The day you were tragically killed

on network television live.

My daddy's network.

For those who were watching, it was a traumatic experience.

But the ratings, did they soar right through the roof.

Moments later there was spinoffs, good ones, bad ones,

some more violent than others.

All based on your little show.

My show wasn't about violence.

No, neither is mine.

It's all about the greater good.

Do you know what the crime rate is today?

Three.

3 percent crime rate.

It has never been better in the history of mankind.

And do you know why?

"Fight Another Day."

What do you want with me?

Work with me, with Cronocom.

Why the hell would I do that?

Breaking news just in.

The 6-year-old son of a highly decorated police officer

was gunned down by the members of a large drug cartel.

Investigations are underway, but sources indicate

that a hit had been placed on Sergeant Taylor

due to his involvement in a recent case.

His name was Sean, wasn't it?

Tragic.

I don't know what I would do if I lost my only child.

What if I could bring him back?

What if you two could be together again?

Here and now.

How?

The same way I brought you back.

What's the catch?

No catch.

You just keep doing what you're doing,

giving me a great show

and I'll give you your son back.

All I gotta do is win?

What better role model for the folks at home

than a fallen hero

who's fighting for the good in all of us?

Sleep on it.

Ryan.

Ryan, that was our chance.

Yeah.

And start with the real reason you want Fischer dead.

I already told you.

Bullshit.

I've been a cop a long time.

I know a lie when I hear one.

But you believe Fischer?

Can my son be brought back?

-Ryan. -Yes or no?

Yes, but--

Even if there is a chance, I have to try.

Isabell?

Mr. Fischer.

I've been meaning to talk to you.

About?

Well, for starters,

I wanted to congratulate you about Ryan.

It seems to be that he has become a fan favorite.

Thank you.

When was your last consult?

About a week ago.

Hmm.

Well, our records indicate

that you haven't been there for several months

and that the last time you were there,

you were below baseline.

I'll look into it immediately.

I assure you it must be a mistake.

Well, until this is resolved,

I'm placing you on leave effective immediately.

But don't concern yourself.

When you're back above baseline,

you can resume all your work.

A bit old to be playing with toys, aren't you, officer?

Where'd you get that thing anyway?

Isabell.

Isabell, huh?

What did she want in return?

You're taking this pretty casual, aren't you?

What can I say?

We got great healthcare here.

Right.

Look at them, oh!

God, A and B, A and B.

Stay tight. Stay really tight.

Unbelievable.

Come on, let me have a look.

-Thanks. -Don't mention it.

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say you look like

you're really enjoying yourself out there.

I'm just getting the job done.

That ain't work, Sergeant.

You got something to say?

In my day, we did that because we had to.

Didn't have a choice. That was part of the job.

Because that's what it took to protect the innocent.

And we swore to protect them.

That's easy for you to say, sitting behind your desk.

I sit behind that desk because I don't have a choice.

I watch this entertainment and I feel nothing

because I don't have a choice.

You, you have a choice.

Don't ever forget where you come from.

Don't forget who you are

and why you did this job in the first place.

Let me tell you something, kid.

All this ain't worth it.

You got 56 seconds.

Please, please! Give me a moment.

Please, please.

I just need to see her one last time.

I'm ready.

Um, sir. What should we do?

Keep rolling.

My name is Sergeant Ryan Taylor.

I am a police officer.

I'm a father

and I'm a human being and so is she.

Corporal Sandy Lewis, soldier and mother.

This isn't entertainment.

Whatever they've told you about this show is a lie.

Cut to commercial.

Sir, the ratings.

If you're sitting at home

and you're watching this right now, turn it off--

try eqf.

Sir, should we, um?

And kill my big star?

Are you nuts?

Do it.

Yes sir.

We're back live in five,

four, three, two.

All right. Loop that clip.

I want it played with the EQM ads

every minute until the next fight.

Well, everybody's got a job, don't they?

Let's get to it.

Crisis averted. Come on, people!

Well, that was a first.

It's a real problem.

Yes it is, Cal.

Unfortunately, people, they like the rise of a hero

equally as much as the fall.

They're dropping like flies around here.

I was just thinking the same thing.

Hey.

If it comes down to it, you and me.

Whoever's on top, make it quick.

Deal.

Well, that was easy.

I always thought you were a very agreeable gentleman.

What if it doesn't have to come down to it?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

I don't know.

But there's gotta be another way through this, right?

Well, sometimes you just gotta accept

the cards you're dealt, Ryan.

You know, back home we got a saying.

It don't matter if a cowboy resides

on the mountain side or on the flats.

As long as it's warm, he's got a place to lay his hat.

You aren't wearing your hat.

Yeah.

It's time to announce our first semi-final match.

Halvor Hilda versus Colt Walker!

I'm about to.

-Colt. -Save it.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Oh my. Oh my.

You are a big target, sir.

Strong, silent type. I appreciate that.

Shield.

Shield.

Flesh and bone.

Well, that's using your head.

Oh!

Welcome to the rodeo.

Ha!

Right.

Who's winning the polls?

Still Ryan with Colt on the rise.

Put me through to Duke.

I'm sorry, my friend.

Orders from upstairs.

Shit.

You've come to kill me.

I don't want to.

I've come to die.

You don't have to.

Bravery.

Ryan dares to take on Sakura

with nothing more than his bare hands?

Sakura always makes such a mess.

With no peace, there can be no life.

There's no peace here.

What are you doing?

What is she doing?

I only want an honorable death in battle.

You will be the one to repay it.

Oh, okay.

That is some code of warrior shit.

I'll give you 200 to 1 that Ryan can't pull this off.

There's no honor in murder.

We'll face each other on equal terms.

Very brave.

No!

I did not wish for this.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to do this.

No, it has already been decided.

No, no.

An honorable death, please.

Where? Where you going?

Why can't he just die?

Um, sir, we should really send him medical.

Sir?

You're here.

What? Do I look better on TV?

Easy, easy, easy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's risky you being here.

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

You were right. This is personal for me.

Cassie?

My sister.

She was beautiful.

On the outside at least.

On the inside, she was suffering.

You know, I had just started working at Cronocom

when they released the new mood stabilizer, EQM.

I encouraged her to take it.

She hated it.

Said it made her feel empty.

Like,

like a part of herself was missing.

And so I pushed her

'cause it's true it was different, but it,

it was easier.

When she stopped taking the pills,

she just started spiraling

and the symptoms got worse and--

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

You couldn't have known.

But Fischer did.

Fischer said that this all started with my death on TV.

Is that right?

Mm-hmm.

Look.

Look, we can't stop Fischer now. It's too late.

But maybe we can prevent this from ever happening.

-How? -We send you back.

And you stop my death from ever being on TV.

No, no, no. You can't.

We've gone over this. The paradox.

The paradox, I know. That's the point.

You can prevent all of this from ever happening.

I'm already dead.

You have a chance to change the future for everyone.

But it's your choice.

My access is restricted and you're locked up.

Then we're gonna need some help.

All right, I'm gonna need you to tell me

everything you know about this place.

Okay.

You got a second?

For you, I got two.

I need a gun for a hire.

What's the pay?

Not good.

I'm in.

Hey, there she is.

This is gonna be a hell of a show.

Yeah, it looks like it.

You wanna bet cigarettes?

What are we in prison?

Good evening. I'm Verus Romulus.

And tonight we say goodbye to another season

the only way we know how.

With a clash between two of the most popular warriors

our program has ever had.

Ma'am, we need you to come with us.

First, a man who speaks with his six shooters

and deals in death.

Our very own murder cowboy, Colt.

Hey. Oh no.

Hey, at ease, gentlemen.

I got some orders

from the big man upstairs on high, Fischer.

Not, uh, I gotta take a little trip.

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you--

For your service.

And his opponent in this duel to the death

has given an arresting performance this year.

He's a riot in the ring.

It's the law man, Sergeant Ryan Taylor.

Oh, Sergeant Ryan.

Back from the dead looking better than ever--

Everything all right?

Duke, I'm gonna need some backup.

Okay.

Oh, come on.

You know I saw it.

Your show?

That show.

And even though you died,

I knew in that moment

that's what I wanted to do with my life.

Needless to say, it didn't turn out the way I had hoped.

There's still time.

Hmm. And you're running out of time.

Sergeant,

I'll see you when you get back.

Be brave.

Brave, hmm.

Yeah, be brave.

Translation Matrix on standby.

- PM is hot. - Patch in the sound.

Bring up the lights.

Queue the pre-rolls.

Sir, pre-rolls queued up.

Alright, Cal,

it's time to make one for the history books.

Sir?

Thank you.

You ready for this, cowboy?

I reckon I am.

What's happening?

The backup generators are failing.

No, no, no.

That's impossible. Call engineering now.

-Phones are out. -Oh!

Ah, boys.

Okay, here we go. Clock's ticking.

-Where's Isabell? -She's gonna meet us there.

I will be your chaperone for this evening.

I'm Gerrard, by the way. Big fan.

Okay, this is the best I can do.

Six bullets. Antique.

This is my baby. She'll do great.

-High and tight. -Like a noose.

Okay, this is a nice moment,

but backup generator's gonna kick in anytime,

so now or never.

- Duke, the door? - Got it.

This is kind of an exhilarating moment, isn't it?

What would you say right now in a situation like this?

Yee-haw?

Whatever gets wagons moving, generally.

That's good. Yee-haw.

Don't say anything. Here.

Now you let that little son of a bitch know

what the Baltimore PD are made of.

Get, go on.

Shh. Okay, come, come.

How are we supposed to use it if the power's out?

Well, she's got her own power source

separate from the main power grid,

you know, in case of emergencies,

which this definitely is.

Ooh wee, goddamn.

There she is. Huh?

Now that we all got here.

You got that right, cowboy.

Now I prepped the sequencing program earlier.

-We have our window. -Where's Isabell?

I don't know. She should be here by now.

Hey, if you are thinking of going back out there,

that is a very bad idea.

How we looking out there, Colt?

-We got power. -Okay. Uh, he's gone.

Uh, he's not in the equipment room either.

I'm aware of that, Cal.

Well, should we just?

No, not yet.

Go to commercials.

Oh, where are you going?

I'm going to give the people what they want.

Um, okay.

We are pretty much good to go here.

Uhh.

All I gotta do is flip the switch

after we find one Isabell.

Hey. Hey. Wait, wait.

I'll go find her.

You guys don't even know where you're going in the building.

I've been here for years.

So, sit tight. Give me two minutes and I--

Sorry, Sheriff, this is the end of the road for you.

What the hell are you doing?

Last man standing.

Well, the champion life seems good.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

Oh, it ain't nothing personal.

I'm just looking out for myself and my missus,

God bless her soul.

A world without crime and all that.

That's a good thing, Ryan.

Whatever he told you is a lie.

You're no safer in here than you are in that arena.

Well, that's where you and I differ.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome back to the finale,

the 10th anniversary of "Fight Another Day."

What an unpredictable day this has been.

The man in front of me needs no introduction.

It's Sergeant Ryan Taylor.

Legend in his own time.

We even have an addition to the show.

Isabell Emerson.

Ryan's handler, go.

How you feeling?

Peachy. You?

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the first time the final match has

been fought in front of the magic

that brought our heroes here.

The winner is granted a new life here

with a loved one from the past.

Yee-haw.

Mind the machine.

Verus, what are you doing?

You promised my brother he'd come back first!

Shoot him!

Ryan, if you do this,

you will erase any chance of ever seeing your son again.

Sorry, Fischer.

It's justice time.

Cal, blow his head off.

Blow his head off!

This is the best season ever.

Now that's TV.

Turn the camera off.

Just never point it at anybody, okay?

Hey, hey man. Hey!

How are you still alive?

We gotta go.

Isabell, now!

Come on.

Talk to me.

Here.

We're changing the future.

Let's go for a drive.