hid something that big.
But they managed.
Stevie, would you mind?
Good-bye, my lovely.
You're one of the cops
who locked up all my friends.
Burned my songs.
People like you took this country
and turned it into a jail.
- We don't want his death on our hands.
- He's a cop.
- He's the Butcher of Bakersfield.
- Come on, Mic.
You can see through that crap.
It's network propaganda.
We don't know that.
We know we wouldn't be here
if he hadn't helped us.
- We also know he's not one of us.
- Perhaps now he's seen too much.
I've seen too much? All I've seen
is a bunch of low foreheads...
who think they can change the world
with dreams and talk.
It's too late for that.
If you're not ready to act,
give me a break and shut up.
Nothing worth losing
your head over, though, huh?
You got it.
Hey, get out of here!
Well, there's your ride.
It's all set.
Nothing like first class.
Come in.
Senorita, do you want to come in?
Yeah. Hey, you too!
I guess this is it.
Now you, Weiss, stay out
of the national database, okay?
And you, Laughlin, stop trying to teach
the Constitution to the street punks.
- See you at the 10-year reunion.
- You can still join us.
No, thank you. My brother's
gonna get me out of the city.
I'm not into politics.
I'm into survival.
Nowadays, it's the same thing.
Save it for the written test.
Good luck.
Yeah, for all of us.
We need you, Damon!
Brenda, do you have this week's ratings,
or do I have to guess?
They're the same as last week,
and those were the same last month.
I guess we've just peaked.
But it's not like we've dropped.
"Not like we..."
You're beautiful, sweetheart.
- Sorry, Mr. Killian!
- That's all right. What's your name?
- Dan.
- Dan, you're doing good work.
- Don't worry. Okay?
- Thank you. Thank you.
Brenda, if that asshole
is mopping the floor tomorrow...
you'll be mopping it
for the rest of the week.
Let's go!
Security code accepted.
Damon, were you down in wardrobe yet?
Your new jackets are fantastic.
Who chose the colors?
Hey, how are my people today?
- Fine, sir. Thank you.
- You're looking good.
Tony, what do you got for me?
Damon, thank God! TheJustice
Department's calling every 10 minutes.
Just give them an evasive answer.
Tell them to go fuck themselves.
Got my coffee?
- I want to know what we got, all right?
- All right. Let's see.
Lights.
Oh, God.
Kitchen, toast and coffee.
ICS Channel One.
Are you ready for pain?
Are you ready for suffering?
If the answer is yes...
then you're ready for
Captain Freedom's workout.
Yes, it's America's own
Captain Freedom.
Ten-time national champion. The greatest
stalker to ever play the game.
All right now, all you runners.
Ready, get set, go.!
We interrupt Captain Freedom's workout
to bring you this urgent news bulletin.
The city police are engaged
in a door-to-door search...
for Benjamin A. Richards,
known as the Butcher of Bakersfield.
Richards, a former police officer,
was the helicopter pilot...
who went berserk 18 months ago,
firing without warning...
on a crowd of innocent civilians.
If you see this man,
do not approach him.
Contact your local block warden.
He is considered armed and dangerous.
Don't make a sound. Understand?
Who are you? A friend of my brother's?
- What are you talking about?
- This is his apartment.
I moved in last month. They told me
the last tenant was taken away for...
- Yes?
- For reeducation.
Help!
Asesino in my house! El Butcher
of Bakersfield's in my bathroom!
That's the ticket.
No pain, no gain.
Let go of me! Let me go!
Now, listen to me.
I'll only say this once.
This is all a lie. I was framed.
I'm completely innocent.
- Yeah, sure.
- Now be quiet and stay still...
and I'm out in five minutes.
Hi, this is Amber.
I'm not home right now.
I'm out having a wonderful time with

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