happened to Buzzsaw?
- He had to split.
Hey, what an incredible battle!
Buzzsaw gone, Dynamo down,
but the stalk isn't over till the fat lady sings,
and the very last criminal...
Fireball, report to wardrobe at once.
Fireball, you are wanted in wardrobe.
...and our halftime show.
Laughlin, break's over.
Come on, let's get going. Come on.
I'm going somewhere, but not with you.
Buzzsaw took care
of my traveling arrangements.
Oh, my God.
- Weiss?
- He's dead.
But he gave me the code,
the satellite uplink code.
The underground has a broadcast center
in quadrant four.
Take her. Take her and the code to Mic.
Don't let us die for nothing.
Listen, we're counting on you.
Don't let us down.
I don't want to be the only asshole
in heaven, Ben.
He saved my life.
It should be me down there.
We got them? Hey, Ben.
Ben, I got to hand it to you, pal.
You got the whole network here
in an uproar.
Why, they're shipping bicarb
to the Justice Department in crates.
So that's why this little call
is just between you and I.
It's not going out on the air.
Listen very carefully, Ben.
How would you like
a three-year contract, guaranteed,
a Cadre credit line,
and a beachfront condo?
Sound impossible?
Ben, that's the standard deal
for a network stalker.
And I know real talent when I see it, Ben.
And I'd just hate to see you
get canceled tonight
when you could go the distance.
Say the word, Ben, and you could be
the one doing the stalking.
What do you think?
You cold-blooded bastard!
I'll tell you what I think of it!
I'll live to see you eat that contract.
But I hope you leave enough room
for my fist,
because I'm going to ram it
into your stomach
and 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!
Fireball!
Come on, Fireball!
Let's go!
Yeah! He's my hero. He's my hero.
And 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.
Come on, give it a try. You can do it.
- Who do you think?
- Okay.
I think the next kill will be made by
Ben Richards.
- You can't do that.
- Hold it, 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.
- Richards?
That boy's one mean motherfucker.
$200 on Richards.
Come on, 200 on Richards.
$200 on Richards. Come on, you got it.
- Let's do it?
- Yeah, just do it, just do it.
Okay, okay.
- Okay, man, you want it, you got it.
- Yeah, yeah.
All right, Richards!
Place your bets. Place your bets.
Two-five, two-five.
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 the trip to Hawaii.
I had the shirt for it, but you fucked it up.
- Jesus Christ.
- Guess again.
- Come on, keep up.
- I'm running too fast. My feet can't keep up.
There we go. The number one rusher.
He smells blood,
and nothing on Earth is gonna stop him.
This way.
Why here? No, I want to go that way.
- I think that... Let go.
- Let's go.
You're gonna get us killed.
Stop it!
Richards! Let me go!
Burn them. Good.
Amber, get out of here.
Go!
Move!
Amber?
Richards?
Richards?
Richards?
Whitman.
Price.
Haddad.
They're Running Men.
Last season's winners.
No, last season's losers.
My gas line! My gas line!
Cut to the commercials!
How about a light?
What a hothead.
- Yeah, Richards!
- Get him, Richards.
Captain Freedom to wardrobe.
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