Rollerball Page #5

This will make us.

Doyou have the pictures

and the resumes on the replacements?

Ladiesandgentlemen,

what we'vegothere...

isJonathanandUglich...

in a no-holds-barred cockfight.

Say hello to Mr. Denekin!

Crosssnagsit.

Nobogarting this time.

Hepassesit to Katya,

whoscores!

Boy, this crowd

sure appreciates Denekin...

thelocalboy whomadegood.

As a matter offact, there's

a lot offriends in the audience...

includinghis entireshift

from themine.

Goldseems tohave

an extraplayeron the track.

Have wegotsomekind

ofgrudgematchhere?

Auroraseems determinedto wipe out

Jonathan Crossallbyherself.

Get out ofthis!

They're going to kill you!

Aurora, get offthe track.

Go on, girl.

Holy sh*t, he's wearing

a spine protector.

He knew. He knew.

Here'syourgrudgematch!

Uglichandcompany

singlingoutJonathan Cross...

andtrying toputhim in theground.

Sh*t!

Cross turnsitaround!

Takes outRobot!Look out!

Uglich's dead meat!

You see?

The show isjust getting started.

That's about the hardest hit

I've ever seen!

I got the Asian flu.

Come on, baby! Yeah!

What the hell are they doing?

Yeah!

This may be getting out ofhand.

Maybe we should call

the whole thing off.

The Redcoach is trying

to calla time-out...

trying togetherplayers

outofthegame.

Come in!

We wantyou to come in!

She should go kill herself.

No, goddamn it, she's right.

Get offthe track.

Is anybody gonna stop this?

- We should cut the feed.

- No, leave it.

Get offthe track, Katya.

Denekin, get out ofthis.

Dumb cowboy.

You don't have to do this.

The man wants a show, Rid.

I guess we'll have to give him one.

Punk!

Get back out there!

Cut the satellite feed.

I said cut it.

No more ofthis. Enough!

Don'tyou see?

They're killing him...

for the ratings!

- That's not in the script!

- Hey, sit down!

Open your eyes, fool.

The world's about to blow up.

Didn'tyou hear me? Sit down.

Screwyou.

You don't control us anymore.

Listen to them.

I'd better go and sort this out.

Do it.

Do it!

Holy sh*t!

Go, go.

Bravo.

Jolly good show and all that.

I wonderwhat he was looking for.

These probably.

Well, youngJonathan...

you've done marvelouslywell.

But one ofthe basic rules

in this sort ofthing...

is thatyou must

never kill a tyrant...

unless you've made an arrangement

with his successor.

You do see what I mean,

don'tyou?

Yeah.

It means I'm not doneyet.

This gamemaybe over.

Hey, it's me.

It's me.

You may have started yourself

a revolution.

Get some ofthese

shotgun pellets removed.

- Nah, he missed me.

- Not entirely, he didn't.

- What are they doing?

- You stood up one ofthe monsters...

that run their lives,

and they sawyou do it.

- Where are we headed?

- To a doctor, to start with.

And then ifyou're able...

I thought I might

takeyou home to my bed.

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