i>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 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 digital matte
in the pixel memory storage.
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
fuckin' get used to it.
That's one for the awards show.
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
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,
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.
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?
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.
Mr. Spock, you have the conn.
Who's Mr. Spock?
Come on.
Let me hear it now.
Oh, yeah!
Welcome to the post-game
wrap-up show!
Ladies, I love you.
Thank you, young man.
Hello! You're on the air.
Hi, Damon. My name is Wendy.
I have a question about Dynamo.
- Is he seriously hurt?
- He's gonna be fine, love.
- Fortunately, it seems...
- Good luck.
Dynamo was still
under factory warranty.
You too.
You're on the air.
I feel bad
about the dead stalkers.
Is there any way I can make a donation
to help out their families?
What a darling you are.
Yes, my dove.
All you do is send your checks
to the Patriots' Fund...
care of this station...
Three...
two...
one.
That's 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 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.!
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.
- 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 are you doing?
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!