The Running Man Page #6

AMBER:

Jesus Christ!

RICHARDS:

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 want to go –

Here. This way.

Why here? I want to go that way. I think...

Let go of me. Put me down.

You're going to get us killed.

Stop it!

Richards! Let me go!

Burn 'em good!

Amber, get out of here!

Go!

Go! Now!

Amber!

Richards.

Richards.

Richards.

Whitman.

Price.

Haddad.

They're Running Men.

Last season's winners.

No. Last season's losers.

Huh?

Help! Help!

My gas line! My gas line!

Go to commercial, go to commercial!

How about a light?

What a hothead.

- Bye-bye, Fireball!

- All right!

- Yeah, Richards!

Captain Freedom to wardrobe.

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!

I –

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!

Cap, 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 outta here!

What's the matter, steroids make you deaf?

Get him out of here now!

Now what?

Now let's find Mic's secret broadcast center...

if it even exists.

Oh, sh*t!

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, pal,

or you'll be a digital memory.

Take it easy, Damon.

We're loading Richards's image onto the database, and

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.

But it would've been nicer if you would've 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.

Whoa, hoh! Ladies and gentlemen, I've just 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 of here 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 uh, digital matte in the pixel memory storage.

You know, 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 f***in' get used to it.

That's the one for the awards show, huh?

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 to 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, they need 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, okay?

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?

It's 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.

Mister Spock, you have the conn.

Who is Mister Spock?

Come on, let me hear it now.

Oh, yeah!

Welcome to the post-game wrap-up show!

Ladies, I love ya.

Thank you, young man.

Hello! You're on the air.

- Hi, Damon. My name is Wendy. Listen, I have a

question about Dynamo. Is he seriously hurt or what?

- He's gonna be fine, love.

- Fortunately, it seems...

- Good luck.

- ...Dynamo was still under factory warranty.

- You too.

You're on the air.

Damon, I so feel bad about the dead stalkers.

Is there any way I can make a donation to help out

their families?

Oh, what a darling you are. Yes, my dove.

All you do, you send your checks to the Patriots' Fund,

care of this station...

- Three...

two...

one.

That's it. We got 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 and 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 for God sake!

- 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.

- You have your...

- 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 the f*** are you doing?

Ladies and gentlemen, 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! Get the people out!

Thought it was pretty funny out there in the zone.

What's the matter now, b*tch?

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