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 nothin'. We're countin' 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 him? Hey, Ben? I got to hand it to you, pal. You got the whole network here in an uproar. They're shipping bicarb to theJustice Department in crates. So that's why this little call is just between you and I. It's not 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. I know real talent... when I see it, Ben, and I'd 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 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! 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' ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Великий Зигфилд на английском - текст Звёздный путь: Гнев Хана на английском - текст Зависть богов на английском - текст Это случилось однажды ночью на английском - текст Июльский дождь на английском |