The Tournament Page #3

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kill each other?

Yes, we have to get

the tracker out of you,

otherwise you're a target:

Why don't we go to the police?

Eh? You and l:

You acted in self-defense:

I'll speak for you:

Is it my accent?

Do I stutter? Is that it?

The people who run this,

they are more powerful

than the police:

- Man:
Somebody:::

- They will get you anywhere:

- :
::do something!

- But the bodies:::

people will see the bodies:

There will be an explanation:

It won't be the truth,

but it will be what people will buy:

A madman with a gun,

a terrorist attack,

a natural disaster,

a car crash:

That's how the Tournament

remains a secret!

It's insane:

Don't you watch TV, Father?

The whole world is insane:

now move it!

Come on!

[cheering]

[cheering]

Tech:
Sir.

Sir, can we just reconfirm?

You want to make

the priest a player?

You want him on the system?

Was I unclear, Mr: Hamilton?

no:
no, sir:

It's ready:
It's ready:

- This is bullshit:

- Shut up and do it:

Ladies and gentlemen,

a man of the cloth

has stepped out

from the sidelines:

If any of you good people

would like to take a long shot

on a man with a dog collar,

we'll take that action:

[laughter, applause]

[sirens]

Lai Lai:

Will you hurry up?

Macavoy:

It's not coming up:

How do you know

I've even swallowed this thing?

How else could it

be inside you?

[gagging]

F***! F***!

Everybody thinks I'm an assassin!

Everybody wants me dead!

- Yes:

- oh, f***!

I don't wanna die:

- It's okay:

- I don't wanna die:

I don't wanna die:

- I don't know how to cope with this:

- You'll be okay:

[sirens approaching]

Trust me:

okay:

oh, thank God:

Thank God:

oh, officer,

thank goodness you're here:

- nice outfit, Father:

- [high-pitched whine]

Get down!

Come on!

What's happening?

I'm not sure,

but we have to get out of here now:

Macavoy:

A policeman's been killed:

- He's a player:

- A player?

Why would anybody want

to take part in this madness?

Cash prize, revenge,

title, excitement:

So what's your reason?

Macavoy:

I've seen him before:

- In the cafe this morning:

- Are you sure?

- Positive:

- He cut it out:

Hold on!

F***:

Miles:

Whoo! Here we go:

[chuckles]

Yeah:
Hi, ladies!

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder clap]

Hurry back:

I love you, baby:

Enjoy your life together:

Where were you?

- [phone ringing]

- [answering machine beeps]

Host on speaker:

Joshua,

I'm deeply sorry about your loss,

but I may have some information

about the person

that came after you.

I may know where

you can find them.

[thunder clap]

[thunder clap]

[loud bass echoing]

[hip hop music playing]

Rob:

oh, sh*t:

We got another one

of those cluster things:

Hamilton:

Jesus f***ing Christ:

That's not a cluster:

That is a war zone:

Angel's titty bar?

Are you kidding me?

There's nine shooters in there:

Why aren't they

attacking each other?

Probably so many people

in the place

they don't know who is who:

All right, we got ourselves

a situation here:

We have nine players

in one location:

Repeat, nine players

in one shithole location:

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a bloodbath

about to take place:

[crowd cheers]

[hip hop music playing]

- [music stops]

- [screaming]

Miles:

Come on, b*tches!

Yeah!

F*** yeah!

Come on, boys!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

no, you don't!

[Miles laughing]

I see you, bud!

[woman whimpering]

Thanks, sweetheart:

Tindillini and Mitre out:

They're going down fast:

Still taking bets:

Miles:

Come on, boys!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

[laughing]

You f***ing son of a b*tch:

Whoo!

- Ho, ho, ho!

- This is f***ed up:

oh!

That's Van de Ven out of the game:

- [man panting]

- Miles:
Where you at, boys?

[shouts]

Aah!

Aah!

Miles:

Bring it on!

[groans]

[whimpering]

Yeah!

F***, yeah!

Whoo-whoo!

Whoo!

Was it you, Miles?

Did you come after me?

- Stay still, honey:

- Did you murder my wife?

What the f*** you talking about?

Aah!

[both screaming]

no, you don't, honey:

Good night, sugar:

Dispatcher:

We're experiencing problems

with transmitting.

All units,

we have reports of gunfire...

Man on radio:

Sorry, we're completely swamped here.

Man #2 on radio:

What the hell's going on today?

[radio chatter continues]

God, I need a drink:

You drink too much

and your eyes give you away:

You damage your liver:

That's just perfect:

That's just exactly what I need,

health advice from a hit man:

What are we going to do?

We have to wait until it passes

through your system:

The further out of town we go,

the less accurate the tracker:

It will buy us some time:

Do you mind

if I ask you a question?

Why are you here?

Why are you playing?

Why all the questions?

Why do you drink so much?

Why were you sobbing

like a child this morning?

Because I'm lost:

You're lost?

Try to be me:

It must be tough playing God

with people's lives:

I don't play God:

If I don't do it,

somebody else will:

It's just a job:

nothing more:

I don't believe you:

otherwise,

why didn't you just kill me?

I don't kill the innocent:

I'm so happy:

Did you feel that?

Please!

Where were you?

[gasps]

Miles:

Can you hold that for me, buddy?

Huh:
Howdy:

[Miles laughs]

Look at you:

Joshua Harlow,

greatest assassin there ever was:

Well, I sh*t ya,

you're well past your best, ain't ya?

But, hey, look at the bright side--

at least you fell at the hands

of this year's champion:

[Miles laughing]

Look at what I did to that guy:

What the f*** was I thinking?

Jesus, Miles,

you're a f***ing maniac:

Thanks:

Have a drink, legend:

Trying to quit:

[groans]

Just to be clear, old-timer,

these are the last few

moments of your life

you're experiencing right now:

You might as well

have a drink with me:

Maybe later:

Suit yourself, superstar:

Go on, now, tell me:::

how many kills?

See, I love killing:

Just the smell of it:

Why Mary?

Mary?

Yeah:

Mary who?

I killed a f***ing million Marys:

You know who:

Miami, four months ago:

I wasn't home:

It was me you wanted:

Why did you kill her?

[laughing]

[man coughing]

[giggles]

Give me a second:

Hey, man, let me help you:

[grunts]

[thuds]

Whoa:

That's some nasty sh*t:

Now where were we?

My wife:

Yeah:
Why weren't you there?

You left her all alone:

If I were you:
::

I'd blame myself:

[chuckles]

Bad news, superstar:

This is really going to f*** you off:

It wasn't me:

Don't lie to me, kid:

I am not:
::

- a kid!

- [slices]

[screaming]

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

I got me a $10 million trigger finger:

That's as close as you'll ever come,

you f***ing amateur:

Here, let me help you with that:

- [sizzling]

- [groans]

I really wish it was me:

Sh*t, I really do:

But I wouldn't go take credit

for other people's work:

That'd just be wrong:

Don't you pass out on me, legend:

I'm going to tell you

who killed your wife:

It gives me great pleasure

to know:
::

that you know who did it

and that you can't do

a f***ing thing about it:

Lai Lai Zhen came after you:

[gasps]

Lai Lai Zhen:

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