The Running Man Page #5

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 the underground'll

jam the network.

- Jam the network?

- That's right.

Jam it up your ass. Forget this crazy uplink business.

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

Let's go! Move!

Weiss!

Move!

Weiss!

Christ.

Stalkers, we've got a bead: twenty degrees north, mark

seven; twelve degrees east, mark two.

Yes!

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! Hey, Richards, wait, it's Amber!

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, you don't have to beat the crap out of me!

Think I'm glad to be here?

Who the hell is this?

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

Guess this is her reward.

Oh yeah, go ahead. Make jokes.

- Shh.

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, over here!

Richards! Look out!

- You son of a b*tch!

- Wait, wait!

Richards, help! Where are we –

- Laughlin!

- Are you there?

- Yeah.

- Okay, go, 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.

Yes!

Who loves you, and who do you love?

Let me hear it.

You've got it.

Who loves you, and who do you love?

Let me hear it!

One more time!

Laughlin! Hang on, I've got you.

Run! Get out of there.

Get out of there!

Laughlin, get up!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

- There you go, Leon.

- Oh, wow! Yeah!

- The Running Man home game.

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

- Jesus!

- Don't worry.

- Don't worry. You'll make some 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.

Not impossible. Just gonna take a little time.

- Your name is Amber, right?

- Yeah.

Okay, Amber. I gonna need you to remember

these numbers.

We've got to get them to Mic and the resistance.

All right, all right, I will! But, 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!

Come on.

- 18, 24. Come on.

- 18, 24.

- 61 ... B.

Say them. Say them!

- 18, 24, 61, B. Can we go now?

- Not yet.

- Not yet?

- Sev––

- What do you mean, "not yet"?

- 17...17...

- 4.

- 17 - 7 - 4?

- 17 - 17 - 4.

- What?

- Come to me, my love.

- Oh, my God.

- No!

No! Don't be a robot, let me go! Richards!

- Hey! Light head!

- Hey, Christmas tree!

- Richards!

Oh, sh*t!

- All right!

- All right!

Follow me, light bulb!

Ah, gotcha!

Come on!

All right!

Oh. Oh, God! I'm stuck!

Uh...Somebody, help me!

Cut, 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!

- Boo!

Come on!

Do it!

What happened to Buzzsaw?

Ah – 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 are 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'.

Listen, we're countin' on ya.

Don't let us down.

I don't want to be the only...

a**hole in heaven...

Ben.

He saved my life.

It should be me down there.

We got him? Hey, Ben?

Ben, I got to 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, that'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 – 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 room for my fist...

because I'm going to ram it into your stomach...

and break your goddamn spine!

Damon, it's for you.

- W–Who?

- It's the attorney general.

Get out. Everybody out.

Come on. Move.

Yes.

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

Come on, Fireball!

Let's go!

Yeah, he's my hero! He's my hero!

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.

- 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.

That boy's one mean motherf***er.

BARRIO BETTOR:

Two hundred dollars on Richards!

Come on! 200 on Richards!

Two hundred dollars on Richards! Come on, you got it?

BARRIO FOREMAN #1:

Just do it?

BARRIO FOREMAN #2:

Just do it. Just write it there.

Okay man, you want it? You got it.

BARRIO BETTOR:

Yeah? Yeah? All right, he took it!

BARRIO FOREMAN #2:

Place your bet, place your bet. 2-5. 2-5!

RICHARDS:

Secret broadcast center, my ass!

I don't know what Laughlin was talking about.

There's nothing out here.

AMBER:

Me and my big mouth! We should have taken

that trip to Hawaii.

RICHARDS:

I had the shirt for it, but you f***ed it up.

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