Arena

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Subtitle Rip; TheHeLL

We're dark. What the f***?

- What just happened?

- What are you looking at me for?

- I don't know.

- Come on! Do it! Fix it!

- Seriously.

- You are not doing it.

- Fix it. You're the computer whiz.

- Come on, do it!

Well, what happened?

Hong Kong server was just hacked.

Rerouting to Dubai, Iceland,

Johannesburg, Rio.

And Barcelona.

Quadruple redundancy, plus a spare.

Excellent work, my precious ones.

Okay, it's on.

Did you see that one?

Oh, my God!

- Hey! What?

- That is so gross.

- I so just came a little.

- Right, yeah.

- Dude!

- Follow him.

Closer.

Ready camera four.

Go.

- Did you see that?

- Oh, my gosh.

- Right in the back! That was fantastic.

- Right in the back, are you kidding me?

I'm not betting against Ripper anymore.

Now it gets really f***ed up.

Are you kidding me?

Like it hasn't been already?

Live or die. Live or die.

All right, kill or stay?

- Kill him. Kill him.

- Kill him.

Why not, right?

- I mean, dude, he's lost us 100 bucks.

- Let's do it.

- Kill.

- Kill, I guess.

Survey says...

Mr. Executioner, come on down!

Finish him.

Now!

He didn't even cut it off with the first one!

- He didn't even cut it off!

- God, this is so gross, you guys!

- This is so gross.

- God. It makes me giddy in my underpants.

Come on.

This isn't real, is it?

No, no, it's like the movies.

It's special effects and stuff.

Smoke and mirrors, yeah, it's...

No, no, no. No, I heard it was real.

I mean, if it was fake, it'd be on TV.

- What? You're so stupid.

- Yeah, right.

- There's no way.

- Seriously.

My brother-in-law's friend works for the FBI.

Says they're looking

for the guy that runs this thing.

Hey.

Sorry.

That's better.

How did my gallant warrior do?

Total slaughter.

No mercy given?

None taken.

What was the score?

A lot to a little.

Defensive struggle?

Always. You ready?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I was watching, to be honest.

You're gonna miss these moments.

Waves of nausea

followed by crippling cramps?

Somehow I doubt that.

Okay, but when you're 50,

don't get all teary-eyed

reminiscing about those pregnant days

and how you miss them.

You're such a man.

You think you know everything,

but you know nothing of

the inner workings of the female body.

But you still have to give your opinion.

And expect everyone to accept it as fact.

I know to bail on this conversation.

Yeah. Good thinking.

David!

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Lori.

Baby?

David, I'm sorry.

I don't speak Mexican, senorita.

No sleeping in the bar. You understand that?

Just give me another bottle of...

Whatever it is I'm drinking, okay?

Okay.

It's for you.

Where's the head at?

It's over there.

Yeah.

One more, please.

Hello.

Hey.

Where's my drink?

I don't smoke.

But you do speak French.

What happened to your face?

Life sucks. Scars happen.

You know,

this is the third bar I've seen you in.

You like to flash those big bills

or perhaps you have a Mexican death wish.

You traveling alone?

What business is it to you?

None, really.

But from what I saw in there,

I thought we could make ourselves

not so lonely.

I hope you have a nicer place

than this shithole to f*** your wife.

Not that I'm complaining.

I'm not married.

What? She leave you?

She's dead.

Then I guess she won't be missing you.

I've got something for you here.

Check him for tracking devices.

If you find anything, dump his corpse.

Make sure you're not followed.

Hello?

Hello?

Don't draw attention.

Who's there?

Over here.

Where am I?

Hell.

What is the one thing

we all have in common?

Death.

The only questions are how and when

the Grim Reaper will visit.

A problem you need not

worry about any longer.

This point forward,

your life isn't yours anymore.

It belongs to me.

You are no longer David Lord.

He ceases to exist.

Your name is Death Dealer.

You were bred to fight.

To kill.

And to die.

Who are you?

Do what you were born to do, Death Dealer,

and your demise will be one of glory.

Resist,

and I promise you pain in the likes of which

you never could conceive imaginable.

What do you want?

Help! Hello?

Somebody help me!

Let me out!

Your name is Death Dealer.

What are you doing?

You were bred to fight.

To kill. To die.

Your name is Death Dealer.

You were bred to fight.

Kill. Death Dealer. To die. To kill.

Your name is Death Dealer.

You were bred to fight.

Kill, kill, kill. Your name is... Die.

So, what do we know about him?

He's a fireman from Denver.

I thought he was a doctor.

He has a paramedic license.

He's not a doctor.

Family?

Wife, deceased.

He's a f***ing doctor.

At least the last guy she grabbed was

a competitive kendo artist.

Well, this guy is a fireman, okay?

Have you seen him? He's, like, 85 kilograms.

- 186...

- Milla.

- He'll fight.

- He's f***ing useless. He's a piece of sh*t.

It's so typical of you, Milla.

My dear Kaden.

He's been in your care for three days

and he's yet to give you the time of day.

Maybe Kaden's tired old shtick

won't break him.

I'll guarantee you

he'll respond to a little honey instead.

Dirty, f***ing whore.

He's my fighter. I recruited him.

It's my risk, my responsibility.

May I remind both of you

they are all my fighters.

And this is my world.

But you're absolutely right, Milla.

It's your risk.

It's also your ass.

Well, he'll fight and he'll win.

Do whatever it takes.

Just make sure he fights.

What's your name?

You want my real name

or the one they gave me?

The real one.

Mori. Taiga Mori.

I'm from Osaka.

You don't sound Japanese.

I studied architecture at Harvard.

- I'm...

- David Lord.

Firefighterlparamedic from Denver.

You hurt?

We're going to die here, David Lord.

Nah, nah, don't talk like that.

My wife, Akiko,

she used to say that I was the strong one.

The survivor. But I'm not. I'm weak.

I'm tired.

And I'm angry.

And all I want to do

is kill those motherfuckers!

Showtime.

Hold your breath! Hold!

- Tough it up!

- Tough it up!

You look like sh*t.

The magic cocktail

is already whispering in your ear.

Why are you doing this?

What's your name?

David Lord.

What were you going to name your child?

Leave my family out of this.

Your wife, she's pretty.

Such a pity she's gone.

In the Marines, how many men, women

and children did you kill?

No matter.

'Cause you aren't prepared

for what's about to happen.

Whether you live or die.

How will you live or die?

It's your choice.

What?

- You want me?

- I'd love to get my hands on you.

That's the spirit.

No, no, no, no!

New guy doesn't stand a chance.

Yoshi.

We need to talk about your TPS reports.

Yeah. The cover sheets.

I know. I know.

Home again, home again.

And how are my two beauties this fine day?

- Ready to go.

- Ready to go.

Magnificent.

Let's make something special, shall we?

What is your name?

David Lord.

No. Your name is Death Dealer.

Now I'm gonna ask you again.

What is your name?

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