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[Announcer] This is John Sperling

live from the Angel Stadium
in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

It's the Saturday Night
Seven Seas Spectacular,

laser beamed throughout the
world by Seven Seas' own

multi-channel satellite.

Tonight, Seven Seas lntertelevision

is proud to present your
own super champion Drake

as he challenges five of
the world's top kill bikers.

Maliapa, seven times
champion of the Yellow Sea.

Utza, undefeated champion of Afghanistan.

Alid of Arabia, also known
as the Fighting Shiek.

Morris, the Tiger of Asia,
and champion of Burma.

And last but not least, Harim,

champion of the Glacier Confederation.

You may remember live audiences
were banned 10 years ago

after 2000 fans were
killed in crowd violence.

(motorcycle engines roaring)

And it's time for the
traditional ride-past ceremony

that precedes every Kill Bike contest.

Look at the control these
champions have over the machines.

(motorcycle engines roaring)

Those spectacular slanted
jumps are designed

to sharpen the riders' skill and timing

for the contest about to begin.

And there's the start.

Now Alid and Maliapa
have Drake in a sandwich.

The champ looks like
he might be in trouble.

But no, a left kick to the chest,

and then Alid bites the dust.

And now Drake's going after Maliapa.

Drake's fist catches her
with a devastating blow!

There's dialogue between Drake and Morris.

But Utza has zeroed in on
the champ, and here he comes.

But it's Drake who makes the move,

and now there's only one left.

Harim, the Tiger of Asia.

It's that left foot again.

And there goes the Tiger.

(explosion booming)

Not even a "better luck
next time" for him.

(triumphant music)

Once again Drake is Seven Seas' undisputed

Kill Bike champion.

And now a surprise announcement.

One week from today, live
on Seven Seas Channel 5,

Drake will marry Hollywood's
own Susan Harper.

The beautiful star-
- Kill it.

And we have WBS kick in a
half-dozen more sponsors

as a wedding present.

An empty stadium and six lousy bikers

wasn't cheap enough for them.

Sarah, next week they'll wipe
us out with their pretty boy

and his Tinsel Town mermaid.

I guess we could say
Seven Seas has scored

the ultimate in computer game dating.

Sybil, what's the latest
reading of the approval display?

How's the Danger Game looking?

Unfortunately, the last approval rating

didn't hit 40, but never mind, Cortez.

Sarah has a winner
cooked up for this week.

For her sake, I hope so.

(woman screaming)

[Announcer] It's The Danger Game on WBS.

Watch lovely Linda Summers
from Big Fork, South Dakota

match her self-control against
the horror of certain death!

The more she screams, the
faster the pendulum will fall.

Can Linda beat The Danger Game deadline

by surviving for more than two minutes?

If so, she'll win a free week
for two in romantic Hawaii!

(Linda screaming)

(Linda gasping)

What a shame, Linda. (chuckles)

What a shame.

You almost made it.

What went wrong?

It looked so real, I just panicked.

Silly, I know.

I really wanted to win that trip.

Well, maybe next time.

Yes that's The Danger
Game, ladies and gentlemen,

the one and only show that takes you

right up to death's door to see if

you've got what it takes to go through it.

Well?

What's it read?

(computer beeping)

32.

That's the winner you cooked up?

A new low.

But look what we're up against.

Drake.

No way, we can't fight that.

I know.

Worse than a soap opera.

(light jazz music)

Cut it.

Corn like that went
out with the automobile.

And they get 87%.

It's unbelievable.

And I invented him by putting
him on his first motorcycle.

He gives them what people want.

Violence.

They know Danger Game isn't real.

That's a pretty grim view of humanity.

(computer whirring)

Hello, this is your friend Sam speaking.

Yes, grim but true.

Violence pays, and it's
going to pay big for our WBS.

Death for the loser, glory for the winner.

To make up for your recent failures,

we are going to bring back
ancient formula violence

in its most successful form,
gladiators in ancient Rome.

A fight to the finish with
guts, blood, and death,

and all for the glory
of our big happy family.

With only one show, we will wipe

all competition off the charts.

You have 40 days to put these
gladiator games together,

and I know I can count on
you and your team, Cortez.

Yes, Sam.

(suspenseful synth music)

(engine roaring)

(computers humming and beeping)

Hello, this is your friend, Sam.

Now that you've just touched
down on the landing plinth

of the new colosseum,
Cortez will consult Junior

for logistic input
concerning the final phase

of the games in Rome.

Yes, Sam.

(mysterious music)

Cortez to Junior.

[Junior] Please enter personal code.

Access granted.

(motor whirring)

Sam has negotiated purchase
of 20 condemned criminals

held in death rows of
many different countries.

These men have volunteered
to compete as gladiators

in return for free pardon
in the event of victory.

Market research has
determined a popular hero

essential to give gladiator
contest a positive element.

Optimal choice, Drake.

Drake.

Who are these men?

[Junior] Ancillary support units.

Communication terminated.

(light jazz music)

(alarm blaring)

[Security System]
Intruders on the property.

Intruders on the property.

Intruders in the house.

Intruders in the house.

Intruders on the property.

Intruders on the property.

Intruders in the house.

(tense music)
(man whistling)

(men whistling)

No!

No!

(woman gasping)

Oh, please!

Oh!

What do you want?

No!

Please!

Please!

No, don't hurt me!

What do you want?

Don't touch me!

No!

(tense music)

Susan!

[Hank] This is Hank Martinez
live from Rome, Italy,

with another flash for WBS
viewers all over the world

as the countdown continues
to next Saturday's

sensational action extravaganza.

And it is my privilege to
announce that the star contender

on that great occasion will
be none other than Drake,

the world's most popular
Kill Bike champion,

now condemned to die for
killing the three men

who brutally murdered
his lovely young wife.

As an alternative to the death sentence,

we have been able to include him

in what will go down in history

as the greatest extravaganza
of mortal combat ever staged,

the Battle of the Damned,
an authentic reconstruction

with a few updated details of the great

gladiatorial combats of ancient Rome.

Thrill as the Caesars did at the sight

of condemned warriors
fighting for their lives.

[Announcer] Thank you,
Hank Martinez in Rome.

So far we're right on the money.

What about the Praetorians?

Mobile cam two, three, four, and five.

(tense synth music)

[Hank] This is Hank Martinez

live from the new Coliseum in Rome, Italy,

where in a few seconds,
the man who is still

the world's most popular sport hero

will step out of the transport module

to meet his appointment with
destiny in the Eternal City.

And there he is, Drake, on his
way to the gladiator barracks

to train for next Saturday's
Battle of the Damned.

Don't miss it on WBS...

Live on all five
continents in Globalvision.

(device whirring)

(Drake gasping)

What is this for?

It's nothing, Drake.

Just keeps track of how
you are and where you are.

We wouldn't want to lose our champion.

Besides, all our contestants wear one.

Cortez, what have you
got to do with these games?

(Cortez chuckles)

You'll see.

This red light here is you, and the others

are your competition.

And of course, we realize
no one would be fool enough

to try to escape, but it comforts us

to know exactly where you
all are, day and night.

It comforts me to know
that you haven't changed

in seven years, Cortez.

You're still a snake.

Things do change.

Heroes turn into convicted killers.

And remember, I taught
you everything you know.

Raven.

Take him away.

And explain who the boss is around here,

but don't overdo it.

Champions can be fragile.

Cortez.

Go to hell.

I would if I thought it
would raise my ratings.

I'm Raven, your trainer.

My job is to teach you to
hate to help your motivation.

I think it's going to be a great pleasure.

(laser blasting)
(Drake grunting)

(Raven chuckles)

Let's go, champ.

The boys are dying to meet you.

(electricity humming)

Hold it.

So?

(electricity zapping)

(device ringing)

Be my guest.

(mysterious music)

Hey.

What do bikers eat most?

My dust.

Monk, what are you doing here?

I got them to sign me
on as your grease monkey.

I eeded the work.

I haven't had a ride since
I hit that wall in Detroit.

How are the eyes?

Just great.

Those fibers they stuck in my eyes

see better than the real thing.

When did they bring you here?

Couple of days ago,
right after the news broke

you were in the games.

I was really sorry to hear
what they did you, kid.

I still can't believe -

Forget it, Monk.

It's good to see a friendly face.

I don't know why they're
doing me any favors, though.

So.

What's this place like, anyway?

You'll find out.

Worst bunch I ever saw.

Kill for kicks, and a celebrity is just

what they want to get their teeth into.

Don't take your eyes off anybody, ever.

Nice little charm bracelet, huh?

Forget about taking it
off, unless you want

to cut your wrist in two.

Well, you want to make a
tour of this summer camp?

I know you're gonna love it.

Come on.

(tense synth music)

[Raven] Abdul Kareem,
training challenge.

(Akira shouting)

Hey, champ!

It slipped.

Some group you got here.

(dramatic synth music)

(men grunting)

(man shouting)

[Raven] Not bad, Abdul.

Akira, training challenge!

(men shouting)

(gentle music)

Now let yourself go,
just relax, mind and body.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid, I'm
just wondering what you

and this big gadget are up to here.

It's normal induction procedure.

I'm establishing your
auto control threshold

so the computer knows how to
program your training schedule.

Oh yeah?

Tell me about it.

Laser points will
penetrate your subconscious,

then visualize your aggressive
impulses on that screen.

What's your name?

Sarah.

You're in the hate business, Sarah.

I can't understand why you people won't let

anyone show any mercy on worldwide TV.

I run computers, and
it doesn't matter to me

if I analyze men or rock samples.

You always look away like
that when you're telling a lie?

It's very cute.

Lie about what?

About not caring, Sarah.

Breathe slowly and deeply, please.

(computer beeping)

Good, like that.

(tense music)

You bastards!

Susan!

(glass shattering)

Susan!

Maximum violence level reached.

You're capable of killing.

You can kill now.

Don't hold back.

Let go.

Let go.

Don't hold back.

What happened?

It's over.

Your control threshold
has been established,

and your training schedule is programmed.

[Raven] Drake!

Drake.

At the whistle, take your gun.

If anyone gets in your way, use it.

I've never used that gun!

You hear me?

I never used it!

We know different.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

Pick it up!
- No!

Pick it up!

- No.
- Pick it up!

Pick it up!

No!

No!
- Pick it up!

(dramatic synth music)

(computer beeping)

Kill them, it's an order.

Kill them.

Kill them!

Kill them!

No!

You can't stop, Drake!

Kill them.

They murdered your wife.

You can't stop, Drake, you can't!

They murdered your wife!

Kill them, Drake, like you did before!

Kill them!

Drake, kill them!

Pull the trigger.

Pull the trigger!

Kill them!

You killed them before!

No.

I didn't kill them.

I didn't kill them!

I didn't kill them.

I didn't kill them!

I didn't kill them!

[Cortez] Raven, what's going on?

Drake won't kill, Cortez.

I've got him at maximum
psychological pressure.

What do I do?

Forget it.

Next time, don't give
him any chance to think.

Dematerialize the image.

(computer beeping)

How is it that Drake managed
to resist hate stimulation?

[Junior] Not authorized to respond.

Was it computer error?

[Junior] Negative.

Then was it alternative programming?

[Junior] Not authorized to respond.

Does Cortez know about it?

[Junior] Not authorized to respond.

(gentle music)

(man laughing)

Hey champ, how's it feel to come

from the winner's circle to this dump?

Hang on, champ.

We understand they plan on
having you win the battle.

Just remember one thing.

We're all in the same
boat, you included, champ.

Hey, champ!

(Drake grunting)

(man laughing)

(Drake grunting)

That's enough.

What are we fighting for, huh?

What are we fighting for?

What the hell are we fighting for?

Oh.

They want a show, let's give 'em a show.

When it's showtime, all right?

Right now we're in the same boat.

So why don't we just act like.

Huh?

Champs.

(bell rings)

The Praetorians, watch it!

(alarm blaring)

(man grunting)

(man grunts)

Send him back where he came from.

We can't use wrecks on camera.

Where are you sending him, Raven?

Where he belongs.

We're replacing him tomorrow.

Penitentiaries are full
of would-be TV stars.

Real pretty ones, too.

Wait a minute.

You can't send him back there.

You're the guys who messed him up.

We can do any little thing
we want with you rejects.

You want to keep that in mind.

Get to your bunk.

Thanks for this, Raven.

I'll see you later.

(device screeching)

(men grunting)

(Drake groaning)

You broke the rules.

That was really stupid.

(device screeching)

You know what you can
do with your rules, Raven?

We all volunteered for these games

for a chance to save our own skins,

not to be pushed around by
you and your goon squad.

So you ought to let Kirk come
back here and train with us,

or we're gonna start these
games right here and now.

We've all got murder raps here,

so a few bodies more or less

isn't gonna make any difference.

Get them back, back!

Don't move, he's bluffing.

What have we got to lose, Raven?

Nothing.

But if you screw up these
games, you've had it.

Good thinking.

Without you, Drake, they have
a show without a champion.

I wouldn't get my
hopes up if I were you.

(device screeching)

Okay, Raven.

Now I want you to zap me
with your magic stick.

Come on.

Now watch it, Raven, because
if I fall through that arch,

oh, I'm gone.

And you can't have that, can you?

That's better now, a little hesitation.

Now I want you to turn
off this disintegrator.

Never.

You do what you're told, Raven,

or I'm gonna march right
through this thing,

you know [ will.

Okay.

Have it your way.

(device screeching)

(Drake chuckling)

(men laughing)

Oh, by the way, meat head,
you forgot about this.

We're not going anywhere.

I just wanted to point
out something to you.

We're more important to
you than you are to us.

Why did you bring me here again?

This is the tape of
your subconscious memory

of the night your wife was murdered.

It's against the rules, but
I believe you should see it-

No, Sarah, I can't stand
to see that tape again.

I know it won't be easy.

No.

But I believe it will help you.

How is it going to help me?

Drake, believe me, please.

It's for you.

Watch.

(tense synth music)

Susan!

Susan!

(glass shattering)

Susan!

(laser blasting)

Two of the men were already dead.

When you entered the house, there was

a fourth person in the room.

He knocked you out, killed the other man,

and pinned it on you.

Why are you telling me this?

Let's just say you don't
seem like a killer to me.

I wanted to see if I was right.

What did you say your name was?

Sarah.

Why are you requesting access to Junior?

Two reasons, one has to do with Drake,

and the other with Junior himself.

Drake's innocent, I can
prove it conclusively.

You can?

I asked a secondary computer

for an analysis of Drake's memory tape.

But Junior's got a hold of
anything that touches Drake.

I think the computer is...
(computer whirring)

Hello.

The computers are programmed
to broadcast the games

in just under 60 hours.

And you have no time for petty arguments.

Mind on the job, Sarah.

Yes, Sam.

Computers.

We built them to be our slaves,

but we're turning out to be theirs.

(door beeping and humming)

She's got a cute little nose.

Too bad she sticks it in
other people's business.

Hmm, that could become
your next assignment.

What do you mean?

Your job will be to put yourself

between Sarah's nose and my plans.

Our plans.

Drake.

Look at my hand.

I wouldn't be surprised if it catches

high frequency signals too.

[Drake] I'll be damned.

Yeah, it's incredible what they do

with microprocessors these days.

They can melt any metal,
knock out any transmitters,

tracking stations, you name it.

Here, you gotta swallow it.

(tense synth music)

(device screeching)

(computer beeping)

(device screeching)

[Raven] Check gladiator control lights.

Gladiator control lights normal.

- Come on.
- Hold it.

Mind if we tag along?

What's the idea?

Without you, there
won't be any games, right?

So if you're leaving, no
sense in us sticking around.

Gee, I'd hate to take
you away from all this.

After you, Einstein.

(tense synth music)

(device screeching)

(air hissing)

So, you still nervous about going first?

That's just my nature, champ.

After you.

Okay.

(tense synth music)

That's an old gladiator.

Yeah, looks like he lost.

(computer whirring)

You lost?

Hey, if I am you are too.

(computer whirring)

(tense synth music)

(Raven laughing)

(device screeching)

Never underestimate Sam,
he thinks of everything.

Besides, all the old catacombs

have security monitors we just plugged in.

(laughing) Great TV.

Mr. Drake, it's not like you to run away

from a fight and disappoint people.

You're part of our big, happy family now,

and very necessary.

You're our star.

[Announcer] Now an action
replay of the escape attempt.

You are there every step of the way

as these dangerous criminal gladiators

make their bid for freedom.

News when it happens, while it happens...

And 55 seconds, 56, 57,
58, 59, eight minutes.

(Raven chuckling)

Getting tired, champ?

Nice going, champ.

Who is going to be the
first to fall and fry?

You, champ.

Go on.

Stupid, let go, go on.

Whose fingers are beginning
to slip? (chuckling)

When you hit the floor, you
will sizzle like fried eggs.

58, 59, nine minutes.

Only three more minutes to go.

(Raven laughing)

(electricity buzzing)

Kirk!

Come up.

Kirk!

Come here.

(Raven grunts)

(Raven laughing)

Kirk.

Kirk.

Get up, Kirk.

Get up!

Damn it, get up, Kirk!

(men grunting)

10 minutes, one second, two
seconds, three seconds, four...

[Men] Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

(dramatic synth music)

(mysterious music)

(computer whirring)

(solemn organ music)

What do you want?

Professor Towman?

Professor Towman, I'm so glad I found you.

Towman?

There's no one here by that name.

I don't expect you to remember me,

but I could never forget you.

I took your advanced telematics course

at Rockingham eight years ago.

Professor, what happened?

I mean, a scientist of your
stature, your research?

Let's just say I invented...

A better brain than my own.

A major mistake.

Now to see if my mind still functions.

Yes, you're Sarah, Sarah
Newman, doctoral thesis.

Accepted at age of 17.

Telematics in the
simulation of experience,

and now you're with WBS.

Why'd they track me down?

Junior, I suppose.

Professor, I believe Junior
has programmed a murder,

at least one, probably more.

No my dear, absolutely impossible.

Junior is an autonomous
system that can do anything

a human brain can do, an
infinitely superior human brain,

except to destroy.

You see, I managed to eliminate

all impulse to destroy anything.

I simulated a human brain that's
unique, completely benign.

But do you still have access to Junior?

I know the entire module has
been brought here to Rome.

Perhaps you could...

If what you say is true,
it could mean an evil force,

an element beyond my
power, now controls Junior.

Are you trying to say
Junior has a soul or a spirit?

I don't know.

The Junior I created
knew right from wrong.

He wasn't programmed to do wrong.

But if someone gains
control of his intellect,

he could do evil.

And someone has, Professor.

I have to access to him
before more evil is done.

You must have a key of some kind,

an emergency access code, something.

Just a moment.

WBS required me to hand over
all the keys I had, except one.

It was the prototype.

I kept it as a souvenir.

And I also have the
original circuitry diagrams

on microfilm.

Wait here, I'll get them for you.

(Professor Towman shouts)
(Sarah gasps)

Professor.

Professor Towman!

Professor Towman!

My god.

Professor Towman.

(tense synth music)

(door creaks)
(Sarah gasping)

(woman grunts)

(Sarah gasping)

(Sarah screaming)

Easy, miss, easy.

Easy, it's me, Monk.

Oh, Monk.

What are you doing here?

Drake told me to keep an eye on you.

I followed you.

Who else knows you're out here?

Monk, it's Sybil.

Someone's killed her!

Yeah, about a minute ago.

I saw a guy run out as I was coming in.

If it hadn't been so dark, I'd...

Who was it, Monk?

The police?

No, never saw him before.

We'd better get moving.

The show is about to go on the air.

I got some work to do and Drake's bike.

The police will take care of the bodies.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

[Announcer] Live from the
New Coliseum in Rome, Italy,

the Battle of the Damned,
in Globalvision on WBS!

Only moments to go before
the players enter the field.

This is a fine moment for the
World Broadcasting Service,

your eye on the best in
global entertainment,

brought to you through our
exclusive laser satellite system.

The most sensational shows ever conceived

for video entertainment in
the comfort of your own homes.

And here they come, the
gladiators of the 21st century.

Each Kill Bike contestant
is a condemned criminal

who hopes to escape public
execution by outriding

and outwitting the other 19 contestants,

and so winning this extraordinary event.

(motorcycle engines revving)

Now, as the tension rises,
let's meet these mega men

who will risk everything for
a chance to start a new life.

(motorcycle engines revving)

First, Drake, world-famous sport hero

and the star of our show.

Kirk, the chainsaw
murderer from Minnesota.

Tango, from Argentina,
21 counts of homicide.

Akira, the Scourge of Outer Mongolia.

(computer whirring)

[Junior] Access refused
to all WBS personnel

until further notice.

Access granted.

[Hank] With less than one
minute to go to start time,

it's over to John Sperling
for the blow-by-blow

action commentary.

[John] Thank you, Hank, and a big-

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(computer whirring)

Good evening to all WBS personnel.

As we count down the final seconds

towards history's most
spectacular sports extravaganza,

I would like to congratulate you all

on the magnificent job you
have done preparing this show.

The whole world is watching WBS,

and we are going to keep it that way.

Yes, Sam.

[Hank] There's 30 seconds
to go before the start

of the ultimate in Kill Bike events.

(motorcycle engines revving)

(dramatic synth music)

This is it.

The riders surge forward
for the first big clash.

(motorcycle engines roaring)

There's Akira and Obronski
fighting it out hand to hand.

Watch that samurai sword do its job.

And the first gladiator bites the dust.

Thad Hagen grabs a lance and turns to face

a double challenge.

It's two down and 17 to go.

Gladiators regroup for the next clash.

Maxwell Andronica bearing down on Drake.

He swings with his hammer.

Drake avoids the blow
and sweeps his assailant

out of the saddle.

Andronica down, but not out.

I'll be, Andronica's out
of the fight for sure.

At the end of two clashes,
it's four down and 15 to go.

[Junior] Cortez elaborates
all data input to Sam.

Has Cortez ordered any other changes

in the official program?

[Junior] Affirmative.

What changes?

[Junior] All surviving
gladiators to be dematerialized

20 minutes after end of games.

My god.

[Junior] Triggered by
gladiator security bracelet.

Why does he want to do that?

[Junior] To discredit
incumbent president of WBS

and take his place.

Junior, can you cancel the
killing of the gladiators?

[Junior] Negative.

Then I'll reprogram.

[Junior] Negative.

Only Sam can override priority program.

Then can you put me in
touch with Sam from here?

[Junior] Negative.

Then can you contact him
and tell him what's going on?

[Junior] Negative.

(tense synth music)

[Hank] That's Abdul
sliding into closeup.

Six counts of cold-blooded murder.

An expert with every kind of blade.

The deadly process of
elimination continues.

Now eight are down.

There's that lancer again.

The weakest fall to the strongest

as the relentless process
of natural selection

runs its course.

(motorcycle engines roaring)
(dramatic synth music)

Nine down and 10 to go.

Drake lunges with his left foot.

Another contestant swerves out of control.

(explosion booming)

Now there are only 10
gladiators left alive.

Another classic spill.

Like you said, John, Drake's
right at home out there,

a real champion.

A thrill a second.

There it is, our largest
television audience in history.

Fred.
- Yes, Mr. Cortez?

Where's Sybil?

She hasn't come in yet, sir.

Have her paged, she should be here.

It's her triumph too, in a way.

I'll get right on it, sir.

Cortez, voice access to Junior.

[Junior] Access refused
to all WBS personnel

until further notice.

I said this is Cortez.

[Junior] Access refused
to all WBS personnel-

I said...

[Man] Call on out-monitor B for Cortez.

I'm Cortez.

Sir, we found the body of
your employee, Sybil Finch.

Sam.

[Hank] With the governments in question,

and all legal and moral issues

have been thoroughly ironed out.

Sam.

(computer whirring)

(dramatic synth music)

[Hank] And now, it's back
to the New Colosseum Arena

and John Sperling for
more action and thrills

in the Battle of the Damned, part two.

[John] Thank you, Hank, and
once again it's John Sperling

from the Eternal City talking to you live

on WBS Globalvision.

After the individual combat event,

WBS presents part two
of the most spectacular

video show ever seen.

You thrilled to the savage
intensity of hand to hand combat.

Now you're in for another
exceptional human contest,

the fight to the finish chariot race.

20 perilous laps of
no-holds-barred motorized conflict.

Death is the penalty for a
gladiator who leaves the track,

or refuses combat.

Death will ride with every
man as he fights for his life.

Only the best have survived
to man the five chariots.

Thad with Drake, Abdul with
Stone, Akira with Kurt,

Tango with Shorty, Ogre with Shark.

Praetorians patrol the sidelines,

ready to eliminate any
contestant who tries to escape.

(dramatic synth music)

(motorcycle engines revving)

Take a good look at these men.

You'll never see them again alive.

Only one will live to see another day.

Over to you, Hank, for the countdown.

[Hank] 10 seconds to go, John.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

They're off.

And it's back to you, John.

[John] Abdul and Stone
are first off the line

with a vicious side-swipe
into Drake's chariot.

But the champ's not caught napping.

He swerves away, racing
down the sidelines.

There goes the first
victim of the second event.

His partner gone, Drake is
the fastest man on the track,

but the other four chariots
are hounding him all the way.

Kill Bike champion Drake is
an expert at one-sided combat.

Drake's setting the pace, calling the two.

Oh, a nasty way to go.

Now there are only eight desperate men

vying for a new tomorrow.

Drake strikes again, and
Shark pays the price.

Look out, that chariot's out of control.

Right into a perimeter obstacle.

(fire roaring)

(lasers blasting)

The Praetorian guard zaps the gladiator

for being off the track.

Tony takes one of Abdul's
knives in the back.

(explosion booming)

That's five down and four to go.

There goes another as Akira
skewers Stone in the ribs.

There's something unscheduled
happening in the arena.

Drake and Abdul appear to be teaming up.

And what's that?

A lone Kill Biker has
just entered the track.

I've spoken with Junior.

Whoever wins will be
disintegrated within 20 minutes.

What the hell is going on?

The control module,
on top of that tower.

We gotta break in and
reprogram Junior, now!

Saddle up!

In a few minutes, they're
gonna disintegrate us.

(dramatic synth music)

Stop!

Where are you fools going?

Stop there!

Stop, that's an order!

Stop or we'll fire!

This is Cortez.

I demand immediate voice access to Junior.

[Junior] Access refused
to all WBS personnel

until further notice.

I said this is Cortez.

[Junior] Access refused
to all WBS personnel

until further notice.

[Man] Kill the show!

Hit the out theme!

- You mean run the intro?
- Anything!

Get it off the air now!

(computer whirring)

(tense synth music)

No.

No.

No!

No!

Ah!

(motorcycle engines roaring)

(computer whirring and beeping)

[Man] Hold it, nobody move!

(lasers blasting)

(man shouting)

(men grunting)

Hold it!

Drake, hurry!

Cortez is on his way to Junior.

We have to stop him.

Hurry!

Cortez to Junior.

Cortez to Junior!

[Junior] Access refused
to all WBS personnel

until further notice.

(Cortez grunting)

(footsteps approaching)

That's it, Cortez.

Hold it right there.

You think I can save you, Drake?

Think again.

It's too late.

You've been programmed into oblivion.

It's Sam, not me.

(Sam laughing)

It's Sam.

He fixed all our wagons.

He programmed the games, your
wife's murder, and now yours.

You're lying.

You're trying to save time, Cortez.

So kill me.

You've got six minutes left.

Use one to kill me.

It'll be my pleasure, Cortez.

Who's gonna kill us, how?

You think those charm bracelets
are just for decoration?

They're very ingenious devices.

They keep track of you
while you're needed,

and zap, disintegrate you when you're not.

(bracelet snaps)
(gas hissing)

(man screaming)

No!

(Cortez grunting)

Five minutes to disintegration.

Five minutes to disintegration.

You're not computers, but you
still act according to plan,

and right on schedule.

You've killed the only man
who could've stopped me.

Cortez was ambitious and stupid.

That's always dangerous.

We're dangerous too, Sam,
and we're coming for you.

You don't have time, my human friend.

You've got to find me first.

We'll find you, Sam.

(Sam laughing)

I'll tell you what.

Since you're about to
die, I'm going to show you

just who I am, just
what you're up against.

(Sam laughing)

There.

There.

That's SAM.

The first and only Space Animate Module.

250,000 miles up.

Come and get me.

(Sam laughing)

Come and get me.

My god, that's Junior's soul.

Sam isn't human at all.

You mean that's just another computer?

More than that.

Professor Towman explained it.

It's a computer projection in human form,

created independently by Junior.

Junior's soul must have corrupted itself.

Yes, I was conceived
by Junior to compensate

for the exclusion of
evil in his circuitry.

Now, thanks to you, I have the
attention of the whole world.

Through WBS, I will control all humanity.

Cortez didn't know how right he was

when he said men were slaves of computers.

(Sam laughing)

[Junior] Three minutes, 49
seconds to disintegration.

There's got to be a way to stop this.

There is one way, program
Sam's destruction code.

I still have Towman's access key.

At least we can get as far as Junior.

[Junior] Three minutes
to disintegration.

It's stuck.

(panel bangs)

(computer whirring)

(alarm blaring)

[Junior] Two minutes, 30 seconds.

(Sarah gasps)

Monk.

Monk!

(Sarah screaming)

No!

Monk!

Monk!

(Sarah screaming)

Monk?

No, Monk!

Monk!

(laser blasting)
(Monk shouting)

[Junior] Two minutes to disintegration.

Look!

It's a micro-camera.

So Monk has been Sam's spy all along.

This is how they found
us in the tunnels, then.

[Junior] One minute, 30 seconds.

We'll never make it.

Unless Monk...

Unless Monk what?

His eyes, the micro-camera.

There's a chance it's a memory bank too.

It's just possible it
memorized Junior's plan.

Towman had them in his hand when he died.

So what do we do with this, then?

Sam's destruction code, it must be

an exponential equation.

That's somewhere on those plans.

This micro-camera might be
able to play them back for us.

Right, that's our only shot.

Let's do it, come on.

[Junior] 40 seconds.

39.

38.

37.

36.

35.

34.

33.

32.

31.

30 seconds to disintegration.

29.

28.

27.

26.

25.

24.

23.

22.

21.

20 seconds.

19.

18.

17.

16.

15.

14.

13.

12.

11.

10 seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.
(Sarah gasps)

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Disintegration.

(explosion booming)

(device whirring)

(dramatic synth music)

Funny how the speed of light can seem

real slow sometimes, huh?

Two and a half seconds
for the destruct signal

to reach the satellite.

Took forever.

That's what saved you, us.

(dramatic synth music)

So, no more gladiators,
No more network TV.

Where's this little buggy taking us?

[Junior] I have selected
the perfect itinerary.

God, I thought we were
gonna be alone for a second.

Sorry, no more itinerary,
no more programs,

and no more computers.

Uh-uh, no.

Let it do what it's good at, and let us

do what we're good at.