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...the love of my life, my number one fan,
- Mrs. McArdle. How are you doing?
- Just fine.
I want a kiss, now, a big kiss.
But remember, no tongues.
- Bless you.
- Sit down, little darling.
We have one hell of a show for you tonight.
Phil, please, if you will,
introduce tonight's guest runner.
And watch that screen.
Our star runner tonight
needs no introduction.
He's Ben Richards,
the brutal slayer of 60 men, women
and children in the Bakersfield massacre.
Food riot in progress.
Approximately 1,500 civilians. Moving in.
Yankee-nine-niner, the crowd in unarmed.
Repeat, unarmed.
Abort attack.
Acknowledge, Yankee-nine-niner.
- The hell with you!
- Lieutenant Saunders, take command.
Detain Richards and return to base.
Acknowledge, Yankee-nine-niner.
Acknowledge. Return to base.
Those are innocent, unarmed people
down there! Cease fire! Cease fire!
No.
Well, we all know the aftermath.
Grieving parents, orphaned children,
a nation shocked to its very core.
Here he is,
ready to pay the price
for our home audience,
in person, the Butcher of Bakersfield!
- Look at him!
- Get him!
Get him!
Now, Ben Richards could have gone
to prison to pay his penalty,
but instead, he volunteered
for The Running Man,
- risking everything for a chance...
- Excuse me.
...at our fabulous prizes
like a trial by jury, suspended sentence,
maybe even a full pardon,
like our previous winners,
Whitman, Price and Haddad.
You remember them.
Whitman, Price and Haddad.
There they are and at this very moment,
they're basking under the Maui sun,
their debt to society paid in full.
Speaking of prizes,
you don't have to be a menace
to society to be a winner,
'cause you folks in the audience,
you'll get a chance, too.
Phil, tell our friends
what they can win today.
Damon, how about a year's supply
of Orthopure procreation pills,
both adult and kiddy sizes,
and the latest edition
of The Running Man home game?
Ben, I know you're just dying
to get into that game zone
and show us that same determination
you showed up in Bakersfield.
Well, first I've got a little surprise for you.
We all know you're a big, tough guy, Ben,
but that doesn't mean that you're a loner,
and it takes a big man
to admit that he needs his friends.
We didn't want to break up
a winning team, Ben,
so here they are,
ready to go for broke right by your side.
Ladies and gentlemen, Ben's buddies,
Harold Weiss and William Laughlin!
Son of a bitch.
You know how this works.
The game zone is divided
into 400 square blocks,
left over from the big quake of '97,
and I don't think any of us
will ever forget that.
Once inside the zone,
the runners have three hours.
They've got to go
through all four game quads.
Three hours or less,
and they're going to need every second,
'cause you know who's on their tail?
The stalkers!
- Who?
- The stalkers!
- And you know what happens then.
- Anything goes!
- What?
- Anything goes!
Right! Without further ado,
it's time to start running!
On your marks, get set...
Killian, I'll be back.
Only in a rerun.
Go!
- Go!
- You son of a bitch!
Go! Yes!
...team in position.
- Lock down terminus impact net.
- All systems go.
- Vacuum sleds passing checkpoint one.
Come on, get up!
Edith Wiggins, come on down!
Yeah!
Edith, you look like you might have done
a little stalking yourself.
All right. Now, we need you
to give me the name of the stalker
that we send out to hunt down
those three desperate criminals.
- Okay.
- Give me 10 seconds please.
Place your bets. Place your bets.
Time's up.
No more bets.
Come on. Back off, back off. Come on.
- I don't know, they're all so good.
- Quickly.
Well, my husband and my little boy,
they have their favorites,
- but I like my men big and cuddly.
- Yeah?
- Who is it?
- Subzero!
All right. Okay.