break your goddamn spine!
Damon, it's for you.
- Who?
- It's the attorney general.
Get out. Everybody out.
Come on. Move.
Yes.
Fireball! Fireball!
Fireball! Fireball!
Come on, Fireball!
Let's go!
He's my hero!
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.
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.
Give it a try. You can do it.
Who do you think?
I think the next kill...
will be made by...
Ben Richards.
- She can't do that!
- Hold it.
Agnes. Richards is a runner.
You've got to pick a stalker.
I can pick anyone I choose...
and I choose...
Ben Richards.
That boy's
one mean motherfucker.
$200 on Richards!
Come on!
200 on Richards!
$200 on Richards!
Come on!
Just do it?
Yeah, just do it.
Write it down, man.
- You want it? You got it.
- Yeah. All right!
Place your bet! 2-5!
Secret broadcast center, my ass! I don't
know what Laughlin was talking about.
There's nothing out here.
Me and my big mouth! We should
have taken that trip to Hawaii.
I had the shirt for it,
but you fucked it up.
Jesus Christ!
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 don't want to go.
Here. This way.
Why here?
I want to go that way.
Let go of me.
Put me down.
You're going to get us killed.
Stop it!
Let me go!
Burn 'em good!
Amber, get out of here!
Go! Now!
Amber!
Richards.
Richards.
Richards.
Whitman.
And Price.
Haddad.
They're Running Men.
Last season's winners.
No. Last season's losers.
My gas line!
My gas line!
Go to commercial!
How about a light?
What a hothead.
- Bye-bye, Fireball!
- All right!
Yeah, Richards!
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!
L...
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!
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 out of here!
What's the matter?
Steroids make you deaf?
Get him out of here now!
Now what?
Let's find Mic's
secret broadcast center...
if it even exists.
Oh, shit!
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...
or you'll be a digital memory.
Take it easy, Damon.
We're loading Richards's image
onto the database.
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.
It would have been nicer if you'd 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.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'vejust 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...