I need you
to remember these numbers.
We've got to get them
to Mic and the resistance.
All right. I will!
Then let's go!
Richards!
I love this saw.
This saw is part of me.
And I'm gonna make it part of you!
That's all right.
Keep it!
God!
18, 24.
Come on.
- 18, 24.
- 61.
B.
Say them.
Say them!
18, 24, 61, B.
Can we go now?
- Not yet.
- "Not yet"? What do you mean?
17.
Four.
17, 7, 4?
17, 17, 4.
- Come to me, my love.
- Oh, my God.
No!
Let me go!
Richards!
Hey! Light head!
- Hey, Christmas tree!
- Richards!
Oh, shit!
All right!
Follow me, light bulb!
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.
Cut! Go to commercial!
Kill him!
I won't kill
a helpless human being.
Not even sadistic scum like you.
- Oh, my God!
- Boo!
Come on!
Do it!
What 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're wanted in wardrobe.
And our half-time 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'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!