You asked for 'em, Leon. You got 'em.
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? - The ratings just jumped eight points.
- Eight? - Make that nine.
- 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, 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!
Amber! Now, I understand...
that you're single, Amber...
and that you live on the west side.
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?
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.
- Want to tell me what is going on? - All the relays are the same.
They point into the middle of the game zone. Sooner or later they'll connect...
which means the uplink to the network satellite is in there.
No wonder Mic's people couldn't find it. No one ever comes out here.
If we find that uplink, we can crack the code.
We'll get it to Mic, and he'll jam the network.
- Jam the network? - That's right.
Jam it up your ass. Forget this crazy business.
You're gonna get us all killed. We got to move on.
Let's go! Move!
Christ!
Stalkers, we've got a bead...
20 degrees north, mark 7...
12 degrees east, mark 2.
Come on, brothers! Let's win one for the 'Zero!
"Uplinks. Underground." "Uplinks. Underground."
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! - Shh!
Someone's coming.
Hey, Richards, wait! It's Amber!
What the hell are you doing here?
You don't have to beat the crap out of me! Think I'm glad to be here?
Who the hell is this?
She turned me in at the airport. Guess this is her reward.
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 go.
Weiss, over here!
Richards! Look out!
- You son of a bitch! - Wait!
Richards, help!
- Yeah? - Yeah. Let's go.
Give me your money. Okay.
Hey, man, what are you doing? Hey!
This could be our chance.
- Let's go! - No. This is more important.
- The uplink to the network satellite. - But he's gonna find us.
Weiss, come on.
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?
Hang on. I've got you.
Run! Get out of here!
Laughlin, get up!
Go! Go! Go!
- There you go, Leon. - Oh, wow! Yeah!
The Running Man home game.
It's okay, man.
Don't worry. Don't worry. You'll make more money.
Let's get out of here. 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.
Not impossible. Just gonna take a little time.
- Your name is Amber, right? - Yeah.
Okay, Amber. I need you to remember these numbers.
We've got to get them to Mic and the resistance.
All right. I will! Then let's go!
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!
18, 24.
Come on.
- 18, 24. - 61.
B.
Say them. Say them!
18, 24, 61, B. Can we go now?
- Not yet. - "Not yet"? What do you mean?
17.
Four.
17, 7, 4?
17, 17, 4.
- Come to me, my love. - Oh, my God.
No!
Let me go! Richards!
Hey! Light head!
- Hey, Christmas tree! - Richards!
Oh, shit!
All right!
Follow me, light bulb!
Got you!
Come on!
All right!
Oh, God! I'm stuck!
Somebody, help me!
God, cut! Go to commercials!
Jesus Christ! I have no power.
Cut! Go to commercial!
Kill him!
I won't kill a helpless human being.
Not even sadistic scum like you.
- Oh, my God! - Boo!
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 half-time show!
Laughlin, break's over.
Come on. Let's get going.
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 four.
Take her. Take her and the code to Mic.
Don't let us die for nothin'.
We're countin' on you.
Don't let us down.
I don't want to be the only asshole in heaven...
Ben.
He saved my life.
It should be me down there.
We got him? Hey, Ben?
I got to hand it to you, pal.
You got the whole network here in an uproar.
They're shipping bicarb to theJustice Department in crates.
So that's why this little call is just between you and I.
It's not 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, that's the standard deal for a network stalker.
I know real talent...
when I see it, Ben, and I'd hate to see you get canceled tonight...
when you could go the distance.
Say the word, Ben, and you could 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 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!
Come on, Fireball!
Let's go!
He's my hero!
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.
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.
Give it a try. You can do it. Who do you think?
I think the next kill...
will be made by... Ben Richards.
- She can't do that! - Hold it.
Agnes. 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.
$200 on Richards!
Come on! 200 on Richards!
$200 on Richards! Come on!
Just do it?
Yeah, just do it. Write it down, man.
- You want it? You got it. - Yeah. All right!
Place your bet! 2-5!
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.
You're dead, sucker!
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!
Wait. I don't want to go.
Here. This way.
Why here? I want to go that way.
Let go of me. Put me down.
You're going to get us killed.
Stop it!
Let me go!
Burn 'em good!
Amber, get out of here!
Go! Now!
Amber!
Richards.
Whitman.
And Price.
Haddad.
They're Running Men.
Last season's winners.
No. Last season's losers.
My gas line! My gas line!
Go to commercial!
How about a light?
What a hothead.
- Bye-bye, Fireball! - All right!
Yeah, Richards!
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!
L...
I was killin' 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!
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 outta here!
Get him out of here!
What's the matter? Steroids make you deaf?
Get him out of here now!
Now what?
Let's find Mic's secret broadcast center...
if it even exists.
Oh, shit!
Let's try that way.
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...
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 have been nicer if you'd 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, Weiss would have died for nothing.
They didn't.
I have the uplink code.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'vejust got an update...
on tonight's incredible action.
The runners have entered the final quad...
And Captain Freedom has hung up his announcer's mike...
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 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.
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 better fuckin' get used to it.
That's one for the awards show.
Thank you. You're doing nice work. I 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, 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.
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?
The original video from the Bakersfield Massacre...
before they edited 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 conn.
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? - He's gonna be fine, love.
- Fortunately, it seems... - Good luck.
Dynamo was still under factory warranty.
You too.
You're on the air.
I feel bad about the dead stalkers.
Is there any way I can make a donation to help out their families?
What a darling you are. Yes, my dove.
All you do is send your checks to the Patriots' Fund...
care of this station...
Three...
two...
one.
That's 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.!
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 are you doing?
Ladies and gentlemen!
If you'll please bear with us!
We're experiencing technical difficulties!
Bullshit!
It's show time!
Get the people out! Come on!
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!
Out! Out!
I'll show you dickless!
- Get out of my way! - Get down! Down!
Let's go!
Hello, cutie pie.
One of us is in deep trouble.
Sven, do you want to talk to Mr. Richards?
Well?
I got to score some steroids.
You look pissed.
Believe me, you got every right to be.
But, hey, will you just let me explain?
This is television. That's all it is.
It's 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, don't you understand?
Americans love television.
They wean their kids on it.
They love game shows, they love wrestling.
They love sports and violence.
So what do we do? We give 'em what they want!
We're number one, Ben. That's all that counts.
Believe me. I've been in the business 30 years.
I haven't been in show business as long as you have...
but I'm a quick learner...
so I'm going to give the audience what I think they want.
You bastard! Drop dead!
I don't do requests.
No!
That hit the spot.
Yeah!
All right! Yeah!
Richards! Richards! Richards! Richards!
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