17, 7, 4.
17, 17, 4.
Come to me,
my love.
Oh, my God.
No!
Aah!
Aah!
No!
Let me Go!
Richards!
Hey!
Light head!
Hey, christmas tree!
Richards!
Ahh.
Yaa!
Yay!
Yeah! Get him!
Yeah!
All right!
Follow me, light bulb!
Ah, got you!
Come on!
All right!
Oh, God.
I'm stuck!
Somebody help me!
God, cut!
Go to commercials.
Jesus Christ!
I have no power.
Go to commercial!
Kill him!
No. I won't kill
a helpless human being,
Not even sadistic scum
like you.
Oh, my God!
Boo!
Boo!
Come on!
Do it!
What happened
to Buzzsaw?
He had
to split.
Boo!
Hey, what
an incredible battle!
Buzzsaw gone,
Dynamo down,
but the stalk
isn't over
'til the fat lady sings,
and the very
last criminal...
Fireball, report
to wardrobe at once.
Fireball,
you're wanted in wardrobe.
And our halftime show!
Laughlin,
break's over.
Come on.
Let's get going.
I'm going somewhere,
but not with you.
Buzzsaw took
care of my...
Traveling
arrangements.
Oh, my God.
Weiss?
He is dead.
Ohh...
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?
I got to hand
it to you, pal.
You got the whole network
in an uproar.
They're shipping bicarb
to the Justice Department
in crates.
This call is
between us.
It's not on the air.
Listen carefully, Ben.
How would you like
a three-year contract,
guaranteed,
a cadre credit line,
and a beach-front condo?
Sound impossible?
Ben, that's
the standard deal
for a network stalker.
I know real talent.
I'd hate to see you
get canceled tonight
when you could
go the distance.
Say the word, Ben.
You could be
doing the stalking.
What do you think?
You cold-blooded
bastard.
I'll live to see
you eat that contract.
Leave room for my fist
because I'll ram it
into your stomach
and break
your goddamn spine!
Damon,
it's for you.
W-who?
It's the attorney
general.
Get out.
Everybody, out.
Come on.
Move.
Yes.
Fireball! Fireball!
Fireball! Fireball!
Come on, Fireball.
Yay!
Let's go!
He's my hero!
He's my hero!
Fireball!
There he goes.
Fireball's
on his way.
Dynamo's down,
but not out.
Back to you, Damon.
All right, Agnes.
Big chance.
Win lots of prizes.
We've still got
two crack stalkers-
Dynamo and Fireball.
Who will make
the next kill?
Oh, boy.
That's
a tough one.
Give it a try.
who do you think?
OK.
I think
the next kill
will be
made by...
Ben Richards.
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?
He's one mean
motherfucker.
$200 on Richards!
Come on!
200 on Richards!
$200 on Richards!
Come on-
Just do it?
Just do it.
OK. OK.
You want it.
You got it.
Place your bet.
Place your bet.
Secret broadcast center
doesn't exist.
There's nothing out here.
We should have
taken that trip
to Hawaii.
I had the shirt,
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 he goes,
the number-one rusher.
he smells blood,
and nothing on earth
can stop him.
Wait. I don't
Want to go.
Richards!
Here. This way.
Why? I want
to go that way.
Let go of me.
Put me down.
You're going
to get us killed.
Aah! Stop it!
Richards!
Let me Go!
Amber, get
out of here.
Go! Now!
Richards!
Amber!
Richards!
Richards!
Richards.
Aah!
Whitman.
and Price.
Haddad.
They're Running Men.
Last season's winners.
No.
Last season's
losers.
Huh?
Aah!
Why can't I fly?
Why can't I fly?
How about a light?
Aah!
What a hothead.
Yeah, Richards!
Captain Freedom
to wardrobe
on the double.
Forget it, Killian.
I won't do