garbage!
I was killing guys like this 10 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!
Cap, 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 out of here.
Get him out of here!
What's the matter, steroids make you deaf?
Get him out of here, now!
Now what?
Now let's find Mic's secret broadcast center,
if it even exists.
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, pal,
or you'll be a digital memory.
Take it easy, Damon.
We're loading Richards' image
onto the database,
and 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 were so easily caught.
Welcome to the people's network.
We've been waiting for you.
This is nice, Mic.
But it would have been nicer
if you would have 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 gentleman,
I've just 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
and come out of retirement.
He's suited up
and ready for the final conflict.
Let's go now, live to the game zone.
Yes, it's all over! What a colossal fight!
This is an incredible moment in sports.
Captain Freedom out of retirement
and still undefeated champion.
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?
He'll never let us out of here 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.
You know, 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 fucking get used to it.
That's the one for the awards show, huh?
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?
That's a bad move, Mic.
They need a leader.
They need 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 to all to consider yourselves
picked up for the rest of the season, okay?
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?
It's 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 com.
Who's Mr. Spock?
Come on, let me