The Tournament

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[distant sirens]

newscaster:
:

Awakened by the sound of an explosion...

newscaster #2:

...running for their lives.

newscaster #3:

Police are now pushing...

newscaster #4:

...the Feds are telling us

it is not a terror attack.

It is most likely an accident.

newscaster #5:

...the Fire Department

is calling a major emergency.

newscaster #6:

...wave of unexplained killings

- that are sweeping across this city.

- [screaming]

Man:

Not all things in the world

are quite as they first appear.

Every seven years in an ordinary town,

an extraordinary event takes place.

You won't know it...

you won't see it...

...but it happens.

[machine gun firing]

[gunshots echoing]

[panting]

Damn:

[beeping]

[man spits]

- You out?

- Yeah:

Don't let it be him, Joshua:

not him:

Man:

Mr:
Harlow!

What's the matter, Mr: Harlow?

Are you out of bullets?

Here, have some of mine!

Man:

Whoo-hoo!

- [shouting]

- [screaming]

Man:

no you don't, Mr: Harlow:

[laughing]

Man:

Joshua!

To be quite frank with you,

you're a stain on our profession:

I'm beyond f***ing insulted:

So:
::

come on out

and I'll show you

the only way to quit

this line of work:

[shouting]

[clicking]

[roars]

[grunts]

[coughs]

Congratulations, man:

Thanks:

I'm glad it was you:

Enjoy your life together:

[gunshot]

- [applause]

- We have a winner:

[crowd cheering]

[muffled announcement]

[thumping bass music

playing on car radio]

[beeps]

[water running]

[water stops]

[sighs]

[groans]

[cup clatters]

[groans]

[clicking]

[latch unlocks]

newscaster:

...crime rose across the board-

particularly gang-related gun crime,

which is leaving residents

in a constant state of fear.

There were calls last night

for further investment

in the city's under-manned

police force, as often--

[sighs]

Another day in the borough:

[glass clinks]

All right, you:

Come on:

out:

You been here long enough:

- Closing time, eh?

- opening time:

How many times have

I told you about this?

Come on, out:

What did I do last night?

It's not what you did,

it's how much you drank:

You're a disgrace, you know that?

You dirty bastard:

Right:

Sorry:

Sorry:

Here:

Don't forget this:

now piss off, Father:

You're barred!

Woman:

Disgusting:

[groans]

F*** off:

Man:

All right:

Venue's stacked:

Man #2:

Visual is coming through:

Almost got it:

I'm into the ccTV mainframe:

That is tasty and invisible:

Thank you:

Watch and learn:

- Rerouting:

- Thank you:

Rerouted CCTV footage is online:

Confirm complete camera tap:

Rerouted ccTV confirmed

on all grid sections A through to B:

We have coverage of the entire city:

Abso-f***ing-lutely:

Good:

Visuals on the standby?

All available motion detectors

and hidden cameras

are active and responsive:

- Block coms:

- Blocking:

Emergency calls placed

on permanent hold cycle:

Woman:

Please hold while we try to connect you.

Emergency radio frequencies

are scrambled:

Lock everything:

Prepare to go live:

We're up:

About time:

What's our status?

Woman:

Some of the long hauls

are a little late rising,

but the majority are up and about.

And the implants?

The surgery teams

completed overnight.

Good:

Make sure the cleanup crews are ready:

They're going to have a busy day:

Ladies and gentlemen:::

welcome to the Tournament:

[applause]

It is my honor

to be your host

for this legendary event,

being held for the first time

here in Great Britain:

With more CCTV

than anywhere else on Earth,

we shouldn't miss a thing:

[laughing]

now, as you know,

the stakes in this room are high,

but the stakes

for our competitors out there

are the highest possible:

At this very moment,

are preparing for

the ultimate sporting event:

International killers

of every imaginable discipline

will compete

for a $10 million cash prize

and the honorable title

of the "World's Best:"

our lovely ladies are

standing by to take your bets:

And here are a few

of my personal favorites

you may wish to keep your eye on:

- Visuals online:

- Go to seven:

- Go to seven, Rob:

- And cue:

Lai Lai Zhen,

abandoned at birth and left for dead:

At 17, she was killing

for the Triads

and has grown up to become

the number one hitter

in the Eastern market

for the past three years--

a snip at 10 to 1 :

[applause]

Anton Bogart:

An outstanding athlete,

he lives for the thrill of the hunt:

Silent, stealthy, smart--

a lethal option:

Yuri Petrov,

Russian special forces:

An incredible all-rounder

armed to the teeth:

Fists, feet, bullets, bombs--

utterly merciless,

he has it all:

Miles Slade, the crazy Texan kid:

An outside bet,

but he's mad enough

to rise the ranks:

Reckless, ruthless, wild,

but guaranteed great entertainment:

This is one guy

who truly loves his job:

And if you thought

it couldn't get any better,

we have a dramatic late entrant--

a returning champion

who I'm sure

will add something very

personal to the proceedings:

Seven years ago,

Joshua Harlow took

the Tournament by storm

and retired as a champion:

But this year he's back:

For one reason,

and one reason only--

revenge:

Joshua's wife was brutally murdered

in their Miami home

four months ago,

and the person who killed her

is one of this year's players!

Joshua Harlow is our

favorite at 2 to 1 :

[applause]

Activate tracking devices:

overlaying and synching positions:

- Tracking bugs online:

- Prepare to go hot:

Hotter than me in a swimsuit:

Cue:

As ever, each assassin

is implanted with a tracking device,

so we can find them,

and they can find each other:

But this year we've added

an extra pinch of spice:

If we don't have a winner

within 24 hours,

our contestants will discover

that their tracking device

isn't just a tracking device:

Well, I know you're all very busy men:

one rule--

kill or die:

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets:

The Tournament has begun:

[cheering]

[water running]

- [gunshot]

- [beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

Rob:

Suck me sideways:

I would kill

for a piece of that pie:

Yeah, right:

You'd be f***ing dead

before you could lick your lips:

Besides, somebody upstairs

has designs on her:

oh, yeah?

Is that so?

Uh-huh:

Yeah, kinda:

They go way back:

He nurtured her or something:

[beeping]

Tech:
oh, oh, oh:

All right, it is showtime:

Rob:
Holy sh*t:

Can you do that?

- Wow:

- He just killed an innocent guy!

Tech:
F***! I love this sh*t:

- F***!

- Keep on him:

I'm locked on him:

Nowhere to hide:

Miss Hunter, it is showtime:

We have Tomko versus Zhen:

That is England v. China!

Good:

Patch it through:

Sir, we're off:

It's Steve Tomko and Lai Lai Zhen:

What the f*** are you up to?

[knock on door]

[beeping]

Who is it?

Room service:

Breakfast, madam:

[grunting]

You like that, b*tch?

Huh?

[clicks]

I just want you to know,

after I kill you,

I'm going to f*** you:

[screaming]

[laughing]

Hey, welcome

to the tournament, Rob:

You f***ing b*tch!

Host:

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