Fight Another Day (2024) Movie Script
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(BRIGHT MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(STATIC CRACKLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
()
REPORTER: (ON TV)
Sergeant, care to comment
on the public concern
with your show?
RYAN: No.
-What do you
have to say to people
who think your show
glorifies violence?
RYAN:
Don't watch it.
RYAN: No.
REPORTER: (ON TV)
Do you feel responsible
for the death of your
son?
REPORTER 3: (ON TV)
Can you comment
RYAN: Part of the job.
Televised violence?
Just, "Part of the job"?
RYAN: (ON TV)
It's not about violence.
The good people of
this city need to know
that when bad people do bad
things, there are consequences.
And that consequence.
Turn that crap off.
REPORTER: (ON TV)
Who's responsible, Sergeant?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
I'm here on the
East Side with a tip
that violent felon Reggie Smith
is holed up in his
girlfriend's apartment.
He's wanted for robbery and
assault with a deadly weapon.
(POPCORN CRUNCHES)
(LOUD THUMP)
It's justice time.
(DOOR THUMPS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Ryan Taylor.
Pew, pew.
-Turn the camera off.
-CAMERAMAN: What?
Turn the camera off!
Look, kid.
Just never point that
at anybody. Okay?
(DOOR THUMPS)
-(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
-(BODY THUDS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
(FISCHER LAUGHS)
CAL:
Right, um, sir?
Mr. Fischer?
Yes, Cal?
Ready to begin.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Our world is built on
the shoulders of barbarians.
Our societies are forged
from bloodshed.
Whether you care to believe that
or not.
And our show just exposes
this truth.
Many are still concerned
by the show's glorification
or even commoditization
of death.
-Translation matrix.
-On standby.
TECHNICIAN:
TM's hot.
I don't think of it
as a glorification.
I think of it as a catharsis.
FISCHER:
Alright, patch in sound.
Bring up the lights.
So people gain
something by viewing it?
It is a reminder that we have
moved on from violent times.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
So you argue that the show
actually saves lives?
Oh, I'm telling you it does.
BRAXTON:
Cronocom, the technology
and pharmaceutical empire
that your father founded
in the early 1980s,
beyond all that success,
the focus of all has been
on the mysterious
entropic reversal engine.
Now, this...
time-traveling technology
has never been duplicated
outside of Cronocom's lab.
And it never will be.
Well, why keep such incredible
technology to yourself?
Couldn't it benefit humanity
in profound ways?
Unfortunately,
it doesn't work like that.
Meaning?
Meaning it's a
fact of the cosmos.
You try to change the past,
then the universe will stop you.
Okay, people, this is it.
And we are live in five,
four, three, two.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
()
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Welcome contestants.
When the buzzer sounds,
the round begins.
Stand and die or live
to fight another day.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(BUZZER BLARES)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Begin.
Hey.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BODY SQUELCHING)
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Wait.
(FIGHTER SHOUTS)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
(RYAN GASPING)
FISCHER:
Interesting.
Cal, get him cleaned up.
CAL:
Extractions, you're in.
White coats on standby.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You know, we should have
scheduled this for last week.
I know. We're, we're
playing catch up.
Yeah.
What is he doing?
Verus, my friend.
Is there a problem?
No problem, Mr. Fischer.
(CHUCKLES)
Good.
Show me.
I am Verus Romulus!
And we're here to
fight another day!
(VERUS LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Wonderful.
Very good.
Okay, why don't we shoot
all the pre-rolls today?
So we'll get rid of them for
the whole rest of the week.
And is there anything else?
No, no. Yeah,
we're on schedule.
The final competitors were
traveled about an hour ago,
and Ryan's about to go
through integration.
-Who?
-Ryan Taylor.
He's the winner
of the last prelim.
(RYAN BREATHING HEAVILY)
()
(RYAN KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
Open the door.
I'm a police officer.
(RYAN KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Open up!
-(INTERCOM CHIMES)
-(ISABELL CLEARS THROAT)
ISABELL: (ON INTERCOM)
Congratulations on passing
your prelims, Mr. Taylor.
Who are you?
My name is Isabell
and I'm here to assist with
the onboarding process.
Please make yourself
comfortable.
Right, Isabell.
You need to listen to me.
I'm a police officer.
Your journey starts
here at Cronocom--
Did you hear what I said?
I need you to open this door.
I'm a police officer.
ISABELL: On the show I will
be your handler.
My goal is to offer
you the support
and resources you need
for a successful new life.
Consider me your home base.
And I know you.
You were in the apartment.
You drugged me.
Not quite, but yes, I am
the one who brought you here.
I just killed a man and
watched five others die.
And I want to know why.
There will be time for
your questions after.
We've learned it's best not
to overload our new talent.
(RYAN SCOFFS)
ISABELL:
Now, integration can be hard
and our studies show that travel
can cause upset and discomfort.
You may be suffering from
irritability, nausea, dry mouth.
What are you
even talking about?
Why is it always so
difficult with you post 1970s?
Suit yourself.
(DOOR RUMBLES)
ISABELL:
A word of advice though.
Please listen to your
equipment manager.
Cronocom welcomes
you to the show.
Cronocom, the path to
a clear calm tomorrow.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(RYAN SIGHS)
(DOOR RUMBLES)
(JINGLING MUSIC)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Please make yourself
more comfortable and be seated.
Please make yourself more
comfortable and be seated.
Please make yourself more
comfortable and be seated.
Hey.
Hey.
You American?
Yeah.
Yeah, I knew it.
I knew it.
The name's Colt.
Fastest gun in the West.
Ryan.
Pleasure to meet you, partner.
When you from?
When?
Well, the year.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Tonight it's time
for season 10 of
"Fight Another Day."
Hosted by yours
truly, Verus Romulus.
From one coliseum to another,
I fought for my place among you.
A price I paid in blood.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
You mind telling me what
the hell is going on here?
Didn't you listen
your handler?
And fight another day!
Combatants are
chosen at random.
Weapons and armor from
your time can be used.
No rules, to the death.
Just like Jenny's saloon
on a Friday night.
Yeah, well, Colt, it's
been nice talking to you,
but I've had about
enough of this.
Oh no, I wouldn't.
I wouldn't do that if I--
(WOMAN SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
She's saying it's
the devil's work.
Do it.
(WOMAN woman shouting)
(HEAD SPLATTERS)
Jesus Christ!
(BODY THUDS)
I'm sorry all of you
had to witness that,
but it's a good
lesson for all of you.
Well, might as well get
comfortable, muchacho.
Alright, get that
mess cleaned up.
Who's her handler?
Enola.
She's fired.
Queue the lottery.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Tonight's first match.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
Oh, hold on a second.
Cool as a cucumber, partner.
Versus Arthur Dane.
Say a prayer to your God,
little man.
You mean I have
to kill that man?
Either that or he kills you.
(DOOR RUMBLES)
Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
I'm your equipment manager.
Name is Duke.
-Equipment manager, huh?
-Yep.
I was told to
take your advice.
That's right.
Suit up.
And if I don't?
If I were you,
I'd do what they want.
That's gonna be
your best chance.
Chance at what?
Clock's a ticking.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
Mm, oh my God.
I love this shit.
-Hey, start yet?
-It's about to.
Oh hey, it looks like
we're going head to head.
50 says my Dane takes
your boy's head off.
-Right.
-Yeah.
This shit though?
Hook this shit to my veins.
(SLURPING) Mm.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
Being cool ain't gonna cut it.
This is crazy.
Crazy would be going
through those doors unarmed.
It's happening whether
you like it or not.
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
(DUKE CLEARS THROAT)
(RYAN SIGHS)
Sergeant, good luck.
Be brave.
(RYAN SIGHS)
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
I love this part.
(BUZZER BLARES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOORS RUMBLING)
(DOORS RUMBLING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
I suggest you make your peace,
little man.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Oh geez.
This clown should
have known better
than to bring a gun
to a sword fight.
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(BULLETS PINGING)
(SWORD CLANGING)
(RYAN GRUNTING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(RYAN GROANS)
(SWORD CLANGS)
(RYAN PANTING)
(DANE SHOUTS)
(SWORD CLANGING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SWORD CLANGING)
Stay tight.
C and D, stay tight.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(SWORD CLANGING)
(RYAN GRUNTING)
God, this guy looks
really good just bleeding.
(BOTH GROANING)
(METAL CLANGS)
(BOTH SHOUTING)
(BODY THUMPS)
(METAL CLANGS)
Oof.
(DANE BREATHING)
Keep frame close.
Keep him close on
that camera four.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(SWORD CLANGS)
(WOOD THUMPING)
(KNEE THUDS)
(BOTH SHOUT)
(BOTH GROANING)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
(BLOOD SPLATTERS)
(Ryan groaning)
(DANE GRUNTING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-(BLOOD SPURTING)
-(DANE COUGHING)
(BODY THUMPS)
God, this is unbelievable.
God, I need a drink.
How about a drink?
CAL:
No, I'm okay sir.
No, for me.
Oh, okay, sir.
Hmm.
Never met anybody who
looks good bleeding.
(FISCHER LAUGHS)
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Feeling deflated?
Try EQM...
brought to you by Cronocom,
path to a clear, calm tomorrow.
(RYAN GROANING)
(DOOR CLICKS)
(LIGHTER FLICKING)
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
How are you feeling?
Fine.
If the stress is
getting to you, we can,
we can up your dosage.
No, I said I'm fine.
Stable.
-Your last pick that TV cop?
-Ryan.
Bit modern day.
Do you think he's
up to the brand?
He scored above
the 92 percentile
and has strong name recognition
with the above 50 demo.
He was a celebrity before.
I'm betting he will be again.
If he lives long enough, fine.
I'll get him prepped.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
C ronocom,
a better tomorrow today.
So, you built a time machine.
That's the easy part.
Understanding how to use it?
That's a bit more difficult.
Let's say you wish to
travel back in time to 1939
and kill Adolf Hitler.
Getting there is
not the hard part.
Just turn on the machine.
Set your destination
time and walk through.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
ANNOUNCER: Once in 1939,
simply acquire your target
and pull the trigger.
So long, Adolf.
But what will you find
when you return home?
You had no reason to
travel back in time
since Hitler is already dead.
So you didn't.
Good job, friend.
You've created a paradox
and the universe is
not so fond of those.
How do we recruit contestants
from the past, you ask?
Once we've selected a suitable
contestant from history,
we determine the
moment of their death
down to the picosecond.
At this point, we are cleared
to retrieve the
contestant's near death body
and repair any injuries
sustained in the past.
Once they are
healed and repaired,
contestants are free
to participate
for your entertainment.
Once the contestant's run
on "Fight Another Day"
has come to an end,
we create genetic
replicas of them
and incinerate the original.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Their replica bodies return
to the exact
picosecond it was taken
thus preventing any
changes to the past
substantive enough
to cause a paradox.
You could say, as far as
the universe is concerned,
it's like they never left.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
So what you're saying
is I'm already dead
and you grab me and
these other maniacs here
to kill each other for
your entertainment.
Yes and no.
I brought you here
because I need your help.
Look, people here are suffering,
all bound by Cronocom.
They're the
pharmaceutical company?
Yeah, well, since your time,
it's become a
massive conglomerate
run by a guy named
Dresden Fischer,
who controls every single
media outlet on the planet.
He manipulates people using
programming and pharmaceuticals,
pushing a product he calls EQM.
What does that
have to do with me?
You ever lost someone
you cared deeply for?
Had someone you love
taken away from you
with no warning, no reason?
Yeah, that.
What would you give to have
that feeling taken away?
Anything.
Right, now what if I told you
that that was a
double-edged sword?
That they'll take that away,
but then you won't
feel anything at all.
No love, no happiness, nothing.
Feeling less is not,
it's not feeling better.
Why me?
Because in your time you
fought for a better world
and now we need someone
who's gonna fight for
the best of what we are.
I think you could be that man.
Look, even if
this is all true,
what am I supposed to do?
The winner of this season
gets direct access to Fischer.
You just have to win.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(DOOR RUMBLES)
Hell of a fight you had there.
Yeah. Thanks
You are shit with a
shooting iron though.
Your grip's all wrong.
You gotta hold it
high and tight.
Yeah?
Looks like you made some
new friends. (CHUCKLES)
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
It's time for
our second match!
Who will step into the
ring this time?
Only fate will decide
in three, two, one.
Ishida Sakura versus
Blaine Arzure.
I'll make short
work of this, wench.
Looks like we got our winner.
I'm not so sure.
Now, some strategy from
your former champion.
For this fight, the
strategy's the same as always.
Break.
Their.
Skulls.
Two enter.
But only one shall survive
to fight another day!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BLAINE SHOUTS)
(SWORD CLANGS)
Look at that, huh.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(BOTH SHOUTING)
(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
VERUS: Like her match,
she may be short and sweet,
but boy, does she
ever make a mess.
Now onto the next fight.
Who will step into
the ring this time?
Only fate will decide.
Careful. Don't get too friendly.
You never know who you
might have to face.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
VERUS: Colt Walker versus
Bataar Ganbold.
Time to show them how we do
things in the West.
(CHUCKLES)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
()
(SUSPENSEFUL WESTERN MUSIC)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(SWORD CLANGS)
(Bataar shouts)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(GUN WHOOSHING)
Either you or me, partner.
(CAL CLAPS)
Who doesn't love the
theatrics of a cowboy?
Absolutely, sir.
(DOOR RUMBLES)
I am gonna have a hog
killing time with you.
Bang.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
-Nice shooting.
-Thank you, amigo.
High and tight, huh?
High and tight.
VERUS:
Halvor Hilda versus...
He looks like a Viking.
I wouldn't be
surprised if he was.
Al-Razi!
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SWORDS WHOOSHING)
(AL-RAZI SHOUTS)
(INTENSE VOCAL MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SWORDS CLANGING)
(BODY THUDS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(ROCKS CLATTER)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(weapons clang)
(KICK THUDS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(AL-RAZI SCREAMING)
(BONES CRACKING)
(HALVOR BREATHING HEAVILY)
(OMINOUS VOCAL MUSIC)
What are the responses?
Oh, incredibly
high numbers, sir.
87% average buy rate on
ads shown after each fight.
Huh? And who's
leading the polls?
Halvor, obvi. But Ryan is
trailing behind, barely.
Oh, well, Sergeant Ryan has
a knack for the limelight,
both in his time and ours.
What can I say?
He is a star reborn.
Star reborn.
That's brilliant!
(LAUGHS) Thank you, sir.
I mean, good one, sir.
Oh yes.
Who's in the next bracket?
It's Spartan versus Maori
and it's our last
fight of the day.
All right, why don't we
swap out the Maori for Ryan?
Oh, but Ryan
already fought today.
Oh no.
You don't understand, Cal.
That is the beauty
of the lottery.
It's random.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(CLOCK BEEPING)
DUKE:
Good choice.
You approve?
Oh yeah.
It worked for me in the past.
You fought?
Yeah, I fought.
Just not here.
Baltimore.
I was a cop for 32 years.
That was a long time ago.
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
Sergeant.
You ready?
I kicked down a lot
of doors in my day.
Not once did the
thought cross my mind
that I wouldn't walk back out.
Until I didn't.
I'll see you
when you get back.
(RYAN SIGHS)
Be brave!
(DOOR BUZZES)
-Sir, computer's queued up.
-Okay, run it.
All right, Ryan, let's
just see what you got.
And now for our
final match of the day.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(WEAPONS CLANG)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(METAL CLANGS)
(WEAPONS THUDDING)
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(RYAN GROANS)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SPARTAN SHOUTING)
-(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
-(BLOOD SPLATTERS)
(CAL SHOUTS, CLAPS)
Lucky win.
(HAND SQUEAKS)
Why don't you set up a
meet and greet with Ryan?
-Yes sir.
-Yeah.
(MONITOR BEEPS)
-You ever hear of knocking?
-Hi. Timeline's moved up.
Fischer wants to
meet you right now.
You can put an end to it.
End it how?
By killing Fischer.
Oh, we never
talked about this.
Okay. What did you
think we would do?
You're talking about murder.
No, I'm talking about
stopping a mass murderer.
One that operates
in legal gray area.
No, no, no. I'm not a hitman.
And this isn't an assassination.
It's justice.
Think about your son, Sean.
What did you just say?
You can save future
lives just like his with--
Don't!
Don't!
Right.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Just all of us out here,
we've lost so much.
It's not right.
You can put an end to it.
Please.
What am I supposed to do?
They've replaced your
pillow like you asked.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
My star reborn.
Ah, my audiences love you.
Yes.
You're a star in
your time and mine.
If you want an autograph,
just ask.
Well, I might
take you up on that.
I am really a big fan.
September 3rd, 1987.
The day you were
tragically killed
on network television live.
My daddy's network.
For those who were watching,
it was a traumatic experience.
But the ratings, did they
soar right through the roof.
Moments later there was
spinoffs, good ones, bad ones,
some more violent than others.
All based on your little show.
My show wasn't about violence.
No, neither is mine.
It's all about the greater good.
Do you know what the
crime rate is today?
Three.
3 percent crime rate.
It has never been better
in the history of mankind.
And do you know why?
"Fight Another Day."
(CHUCKLES)
What do you want with me?
Work with me, with Cronocom.
Why the hell would I do that?
ANNOUNCER:
Breaking news just in.
The 6-year-old son of a highly
decorated police officer
was gunned down by the members
of a large drug cartel.
Investigations are underway,
but sources indicate
that a hit had been
placed on Sergeant Taylor
due to his involvement
in a recent case.
His name was Sean, wasn't it?
Tragic.
I don't know what I would
do if I lost my only child.
What if I could bring him back?
What if you two could
be together again?
Here and now.
How?
The same way I
brought you back.
What's the catch?
No catch.
You just keep doing
what you're doing,
giving me a great show
and I'll give you your son back.
All I gotta do is win?
What better role model
for the folks at home
than a fallen hero
who's fighting for
the good in all of us?
Sleep on it.
(DOORS RUMBLE)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
Ryan.
Ryan, that was our chance.
Yeah.
And start with the real
reason you want Fischer dead.
I already told you.
Bullshit.
I've been a cop a long time.
I know a lie when I hear one.
But you believe Fischer?
Can my son be brought back?
-Ryan.
-Yes or no?
Yes, but--
Even if there is a
chance, I have to try.
Isabell?
Mr. Fischer.
I've been meaning
to talk to you.
About?
Well, for starters,
I wanted to congratulate
you about Ryan.
It seems to be that he
has become a fan favorite.
Thank you.
When was your last consult?
About a week ago.
Hmm.
Well, our records indicate
that you haven't been
there for several months
and that the last
time you were there,
you were below baseline.
I'll look into it immediately.
I assure you it
must be a mistake.
Well, until this is resolved,
I'm placing you on leave
effective immediately.
But don't concern yourself.
When you're back above baseline,
you can resume all your work.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
A bit old to be playing with
toys, aren't you, officer?
Where'd you get
that thing anyway?
Isabell.
Isabell, huh?
What did she want in return?
You're taking this
pretty casual, aren't you?
What can I say?
(GUN COCKS)
We got great healthcare here.
Right.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(WEAPONS COCKING)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
(NECK CRACKS)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(BODY THUDS)
(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)
Look at them, oh!
(KICK THUDS)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
God, A and B, A and B.
Stay tight. Stay really tight.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)
Unbelievable.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
DUKE:
Come on, let me have a look.
-Thanks.
-Don't mention it.
You know, if I didn't
know any better,
I'd say you look like
you're really enjoying
yourself out there.
I'm just getting the job done.
That ain't work, Sergeant.
You got something to say?
In my day, we did
that because we had to.
Didn't have a choice.
That was part of the job.
Because that's what it took
to protect the innocent.
And we swore to protect them.
That's easy for you to say,
sitting behind your desk.
I sit behind that desk
because I don't have a choice.
I watch this entertainment
and I feel nothing
because I don't have a choice.
You, you have a choice.
Don't ever forget
where you come from.
Don't forget who you are
and why you did this
job in the first place.
Let me tell you something, kid.
All this ain't worth it.
You got 56 seconds.
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(BODY THUDS)
Please, please!
Give me a moment.
Please, please.
I just need to see
her one last time.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
()
I'm ready.
(knife clatters)
Um, sir. What should we do?
Keep rolling.
My name is Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
I am a police officer.
I'm a father
and I'm a human being
and so is she.
Corporal Sandy Lewis,
soldier and mother.
This isn't entertainment.
Whatever they've told you
about this show is a lie.
Cut to commercial.
Sir, the ratings.
If you're sitting at home
and you're watching this
right now, turn it off--
ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)
Try EQF.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
Sir, should we, um?
And kill my big star?
Are you nuts?
Do it.
Yes sir.
We're back live in five,
four, three, two.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(RYAN SHOUTS)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
All right. Loop that clip.
I want it played
with the EQM ads
every minute until
the next fight.
Well, everybody's got a job,
don't they?
Let's get to it.
Crisis averted. Come on, people!
Well, that was a first.
It's a real problem.
Yes it is, Cal.
Unfortunately, people,
they like the rise of a hero
equally as much as the fall.
They're dropping
like flies around here.
I was just thinking
the same thing.
Hey.
If it comes down to it,
you and me.
Whoever's on top, make it quick.
Deal.
(LAUGHS) Well, that was easy.
I always thought you were
a very agreeable gentleman.
(Ryan chuckles)
What if it doesn't
have to come down to it?
What do you mean?
I don't know.
I don't know.
But there's gotta be another
way through this, right?
Well, sometimes
you just gotta accept
the cards you're dealt, Ryan.
You know, back home
we got a saying.
It don't matter if
a cowboy resides
on the mountain side
or on the flats.
As long as it's warm,
he's got a place to lay his hat.
You aren't wearing your hat.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
VERUS: It's time to announce
our first semi-final match.
Halvor Hilda versus Colt Walker!
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
I'm about to.
-Colt.
-Save it.
I'll be back in a jiffy.
(DOORS RUMBLE)
Oh my. Oh my.
You are a big target, sir.
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
Strong, silent type.
I appreciate that.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Shield.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Shield.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Flesh and bone.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Well, that's using
your head. (CHUCKLES)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(BODY THUDS)
(COLT GRUNTING)
Oh!
(BODY THUDS)
(COLT GROANING)
(COLT LAUGHS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(ROPE WHOOSHING)
Welcome to the rodeo.
(METAL CLANGS)
Ha!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BODY THUDS)
(WEAPON CLANGING)
(KICK THUDS)
(BLOOD SPLATTERS)
(HALVOR COUGHING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(BODY THUDS)
Right.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Who's winning the polls?
Still Ryan with
Colt on the rise.
FISCHER:
Put me through to Duke.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
I'm sorry, my friend.
Orders from upstairs.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
Shit.
()
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
You've come to kill me.
I don't want to.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
I've come to die.
You don't have to.
VERUS: (ON TV)
Bravery.
Ryan dares to take on Sakura
with nothing more
than his bare hands?
GERRARD: Sakura always
makes such a mess.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: With no peace,
there can be no life.
There's no peace here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
What are you doing?
What is she doing?
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: I only want an
honorable death in battle.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: You will
be the one to repay it.
Oh, okay.
That is some code
of warrior shit.
I'll give you 200 to 1 that
Ryan can't pull this off.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
()
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
There's no honor in murder.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: We'll face
each other on equal terms.
()
(GRAVEL CLATTERS)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDS)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDS)
(WHOOSHES)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
(SWORD CLANGS)
(PANTS)
()
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(RYAN GROANING)
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
Very brave.
()
-(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
-(SAKURA SCREAMS)
No!
(RYAN GRUNTING)
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
I did not wish for this.
I'm sorry.
(GROANS, PANTS)
You don't have to do this.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
No, it has already been decided.
(PANTS)
No, no.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
An honorable death, please.
()
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
()
(WEAPONS CLANG)
-(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
-(GROANING)
(BOTH SCRAMS)
(THUDS)
(SWORD CLATTERS)
()
Where? Where you going?
Why can't he just die?
Um, sir, we should
really send him medical.
Sir?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
You're here.
What? Do I look better on TV?
(LAUGHS, GROANS)
Easy, easy, easy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(GROANS)
It's risky you being here.
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
You were right.
This is personal for me.
Cassie?
My sister.
She was beautiful.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
On the outside at least.
On the inside,
she was suffering.
You know, I had just
started working at Cronocom
when they released the
new mood stabilizer, EQM.
I encouraged her to take it.
She hated it.
Said it made her feel empty.
Like,
like a part of
herself was missing.
And so I pushed her
'cause it's true it
was different, but it,
it was easier.
When she stopped
taking the pills,
she just started spiraling
and the symptoms
got worse and--
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
You couldn't have known.
(SNIFFLES) But Fischer did.
()
Fischer said that this all
started with my death on TV.
Is that right?
ISABELL:
Mm-hmm.
Look.
Look, we can't stop
Fischer now. It's too late.
But maybe we can prevent
this from ever happening.
-How?
-We send you back.
And you stop my death
from ever being on TV.
No, no, no. You can't.
We've gone over
this. The paradox.
The paradox, I know.
That's the point.
You can prevent all of
this from ever happening.
I'm already dead.
You have a chance to change
the future for everyone.
But it's your choice.
My access is restricted
and you're locked up.
Then we're gonna
need some help.
All right, I'm gonna
need you to tell me
everything you know
about this place.
ISABELL:
Okay.
You got a second?
For you, I got two.
I need a gun for a hire.
What's the pay?
Not good.
I'm in.
(MUNCHES)
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
Hey, there she is.
This is gonna be
a hell of a show.
Yeah, it looks like it.
GERRARD:
You wanna bet cigarettes?
What are we in prison?
()
Good evening.
I'm Verus Romulus.
And tonight we say
goodbye to another season
the only way we know how.
With a clash between two of
the most popular warriors
our program has ever had.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOORS WHIR)
Ma'am, we need
you to come with us.
VERUS: (ON TV) First, a man who
speaks with his six shooters
and deals in death.
Our very own murder
cowboy, Colt.
Hey. Oh no.
Hey, at ease, gentlemen.
I got some orders
from the big man upstairs
on high, Fischer.
Not, uh, I gotta
take a little trip.
Yeah. Okay.
-Thank you--
-(DOOR CLANGS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
For your service.
VERUS: And his opponent
in this duel to the death
has given an arresting
performance this year.
He's a riot in the ring.
It's the law man,
Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
Oh, Sergeant Ryan.
Back from the dead looking
better than ever--
Everything all right?
Duke, I'm gonna
need some backup.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING, BEEPING)
Okay.
-(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-(KEYBOARD CLICKING)
Oh, come on.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(CLOCK BEEPING)
You know I saw it.
Your show?
That show.
And even though you died,
I knew in that moment
that's what I wanted
to do with my life.
Needless to say, it didn't
turn out the way I had hoped.
There's still time.
Hmm.
And you're running out of time.
Sergeant,
I'll see you when you get back.
Be brave.
()
Brave, hmm.
(DOOR OPENS)
Yeah, be brave.
FISCHER:
Translation Matrix on standby.
-TECHNICIAN: PM is hot.
-FISCHER: Patch in the sound.
Bring up the lights.
Queue the pre-rolls.
Sir, pre-rolls queued up.
Alright, Cal,
it's time to make one
for the history books.
TECHNICIAN:
Sir?
Thank you.
()
You ready for this, cowboy?
I reckon I am.
-(STATIC CRACKLES)
-(CAL GASPS)
CAL:
What's happening?
The backup
generators are failing.
No, no, no.
That's impossible.
Call engineering now.
-Phones are out.
-Oh!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
Ah, boys.
Okay, here we go.
Clock's ticking.
-Where's Isabell?
-She's gonna meet us there.
I will be your chaperone
for this evening.
I'm Gerrard, by
the way. Big fan.
Okay, this is
the best I can do.
Six bullets. Antique.
This is my baby.
She'll do great.
-High and tight.
-Like a noose.
Okay, this is a nice moment,
but backup generator's
gonna kick in anytime,
so now or never.
-Duke, the door?
-DUKE: Got it.
(EXHALES) This is kind of an
exhilarating moment, isn't it?
What would you say right now
in a situation like this?
Yee-haw?
Whatever gets wagons
moving, generally.
That's good. Yee-haw.
Don't say anything. Here.
Now you let that little
son of a bitch know
what the Baltimore
PD are made of.
Get, go on.
(MIMICS GUNFIRE)
(SCREAMS)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOOR WHIRS)
Shh. Okay, come, come.
(ELEVATOR DOOR WHIRS)
How are we supposed to
use it if the power's out?
Well, she's got
her own power source
separate from the
main power grid,
you know, in case
of emergencies,
which this definitely is.
-(SYSTEM BEEPING)
-(MAN GRUNTING)
(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
Ooh wee, goddamn.
There she is. Huh?
Now that we all got here.
You got that right, cowboy.
Now I prepped the
sequencing program earlier.
-We have our window.
-Where's Isabell?
GERRARD: I don't know.
She should be here by now.
Hey, if you are thinking
of going back out there,
that is a very bad idea.
How we looking out there, Colt?
(WHIRS)
-We got power.
-Okay. Uh, he's gone.
Uh, he's not in the
equipment room either.
I'm aware of that, Cal.
Well, should we just?
(MIMICS EXPLOSION)
No, not yet.
Go to commercials.
CAL:
Oh, where are you going?
I'm going to give the
people what they want.
(SYSTEM BEEPING)
Um, okay.
We are pretty much
good to go here.
Uhh.
All I gotta do is
flip the switch
after we find one Isabell.
Hey. Hey. Wait, wait.
I'll go find her.
You guys don't even know where
you're going in the building.
I've been here for years.
So, sit tight.
Give me two minutes and I--
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(FOOTSTEPS REACHING)
(THUDS)
Sorry, Sheriff, this is
the end of the road for you.
What the hell are you doing?
Last man standing.
Well, the champion
life seems good.
Goddamn son of a bitch.
Oh, it ain't nothing personal.
I'm just looking out for
myself and my missus,
God bless her soul.
A world without
crime and all that.
That's a good thing, Ryan.
Whatever he told you is a lie.
You're no safer in here
than you are in that arena.
Well, that's where
you and I differ.
(GUN CLINKS)
(DOOR CLANGS)
Ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome back to the finale,
(DOOR SHUTS)
the 10th anniversary
of "Fight Another Day."
What an unpredictable
day this has been.
The man in front of me
needs no introduction.
It's Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
Legend in his own time.
We even have an
addition to the show.
Isabell Emerson.
()
Ryan's handler, go.
How you feeling?
Peachy. You?
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the first time
the final match has
been fought in
front of the magic
that brought our heroes here.
The winner is granted
a new life here
with a loved one from the past.
(HAND BANGS)
Yee-haw.
(SYSTEM WHIRS)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
Mind the machine.
(GROANS)
Verus, what are you doing?
You promised my brother
he'd come back first!
(GROANING)
(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
(CHOKES)
(THUDS)
Shoot him!
(SCREAMS)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
Ryan, if you do this,
you will erase any chance of
ever seeing your son again.
Sorry, Fischer.
It's justice time.
Cal, blow his head off.
Blow his head off!
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
It hasn't always been right
But we stand together
in this fight
You've stuck with
me to this day
In time we'll
make a better way
You brought me
to see the light
I promise I'll be along
This is the night
We make it right
Tonight, tonight
we do it right
Tonight, tonight
Tonight
()
This is the best season ever.
Now that's TV.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
()
Turn the camera off.
Just never point it
at anybody, okay?
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(GUN CLINKS)
(GRUNTING)
Hey, hey man. Hey!
(CAMERA THUDS)
(FOOTSTEPS FALLING)
(RYAN PANTING)
()
How are you still alive?
We gotta go.
Isabell, now!
Come on.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
Talk to me.
Here.
We're changing the future.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
IN BACKGROUND)
Let's go for a drive.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
IN BACKGROUND CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT LYRICS)
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
(ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)
()
(INDISTINCT LYRICS)
()
()
(INDISTINCT LYRICS)
()
()
()
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(STATIC CRACKLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
()
REPORTER: (ON TV)
Sergeant, care to comment
on the public concern
with your show?
RYAN: No.
-What do you
have to say to people
who think your show
glorifies violence?
RYAN:
Don't watch it.
RYAN: No.
REPORTER: (ON TV)
Do you feel responsible
for the death of your
son?
REPORTER 3: (ON TV)
Can you comment
RYAN: Part of the job.
Televised violence?
Just, "Part of the job"?
RYAN: (ON TV)
It's not about violence.
The good people of
this city need to know
that when bad people do bad
things, there are consequences.
And that consequence.
Turn that crap off.
REPORTER: (ON TV)
Who's responsible, Sergeant?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
I'm here on the
East Side with a tip
that violent felon Reggie Smith
is holed up in his
girlfriend's apartment.
He's wanted for robbery and
assault with a deadly weapon.
(POPCORN CRUNCHES)
(LOUD THUMP)
It's justice time.
(DOOR THUMPS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Ryan Taylor.
Pew, pew.
-Turn the camera off.
-CAMERAMAN: What?
Turn the camera off!
Look, kid.
Just never point that
at anybody. Okay?
(DOOR THUMPS)
-(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
-(BODY THUDS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
(FISCHER LAUGHS)
CAL:
Right, um, sir?
Mr. Fischer?
Yes, Cal?
Ready to begin.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Our world is built on
the shoulders of barbarians.
Our societies are forged
from bloodshed.
Whether you care to believe that
or not.
And our show just exposes
this truth.
Many are still concerned
by the show's glorification
or even commoditization
of death.
-Translation matrix.
-On standby.
TECHNICIAN:
TM's hot.
I don't think of it
as a glorification.
I think of it as a catharsis.
FISCHER:
Alright, patch in sound.
Bring up the lights.
So people gain
something by viewing it?
It is a reminder that we have
moved on from violent times.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
So you argue that the show
actually saves lives?
Oh, I'm telling you it does.
BRAXTON:
Cronocom, the technology
and pharmaceutical empire
that your father founded
in the early 1980s,
beyond all that success,
the focus of all has been
on the mysterious
entropic reversal engine.
Now, this...
time-traveling technology
has never been duplicated
outside of Cronocom's lab.
And it never will be.
Well, why keep such incredible
technology to yourself?
Couldn't it benefit humanity
in profound ways?
Unfortunately,
it doesn't work like that.
Meaning?
Meaning it's a
fact of the cosmos.
You try to change the past,
then the universe will stop you.
Okay, people, this is it.
And we are live in five,
four, three, two.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
()
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Welcome contestants.
When the buzzer sounds,
the round begins.
Stand and die or live
to fight another day.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(BUZZER BLARES)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Begin.
Hey.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BODY SQUELCHING)
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Wait.
(FIGHTER SHOUTS)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
(RYAN GASPING)
FISCHER:
Interesting.
Cal, get him cleaned up.
CAL:
Extractions, you're in.
White coats on standby.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You know, we should have
scheduled this for last week.
I know. We're, we're
playing catch up.
Yeah.
What is he doing?
Verus, my friend.
Is there a problem?
No problem, Mr. Fischer.
(CHUCKLES)
Good.
Show me.
I am Verus Romulus!
And we're here to
fight another day!
(VERUS LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Wonderful.
Very good.
Okay, why don't we shoot
all the pre-rolls today?
So we'll get rid of them for
the whole rest of the week.
And is there anything else?
No, no. Yeah,
we're on schedule.
The final competitors were
traveled about an hour ago,
and Ryan's about to go
through integration.
-Who?
-Ryan Taylor.
He's the winner
of the last prelim.
(RYAN BREATHING HEAVILY)
()
(RYAN KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
Open the door.
I'm a police officer.
(RYAN KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Open up!
-(INTERCOM CHIMES)
-(ISABELL CLEARS THROAT)
ISABELL: (ON INTERCOM)
Congratulations on passing
your prelims, Mr. Taylor.
Who are you?
My name is Isabell
and I'm here to assist with
the onboarding process.
Please make yourself
comfortable.
Right, Isabell.
You need to listen to me.
I'm a police officer.
Your journey starts
here at Cronocom--
Did you hear what I said?
I need you to open this door.
I'm a police officer.
ISABELL: On the show I will
be your handler.
My goal is to offer
you the support
and resources you need
for a successful new life.
Consider me your home base.
And I know you.
You were in the apartment.
You drugged me.
Not quite, but yes, I am
the one who brought you here.
I just killed a man and
watched five others die.
And I want to know why.
There will be time for
your questions after.
We've learned it's best not
to overload our new talent.
(RYAN SCOFFS)
ISABELL:
Now, integration can be hard
and our studies show that travel
can cause upset and discomfort.
You may be suffering from
irritability, nausea, dry mouth.
What are you
even talking about?
Why is it always so
difficult with you post 1970s?
Suit yourself.
(DOOR RUMBLES)
ISABELL:
A word of advice though.
Please listen to your
equipment manager.
Cronocom welcomes
you to the show.
Cronocom, the path to
a clear calm tomorrow.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(RYAN SIGHS)
(DOOR RUMBLES)
(JINGLING MUSIC)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Please make yourself
more comfortable and be seated.
Please make yourself more
comfortable and be seated.
Please make yourself more
comfortable and be seated.
Hey.
Hey.
You American?
Yeah.
Yeah, I knew it.
I knew it.
The name's Colt.
Fastest gun in the West.
Ryan.
Pleasure to meet you, partner.
When you from?
When?
Well, the year.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Tonight it's time
for season 10 of
"Fight Another Day."
Hosted by yours
truly, Verus Romulus.
From one coliseum to another,
I fought for my place among you.
A price I paid in blood.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
You mind telling me what
the hell is going on here?
Didn't you listen
your handler?
And fight another day!
Combatants are
chosen at random.
Weapons and armor from
your time can be used.
No rules, to the death.
Just like Jenny's saloon
on a Friday night.
Yeah, well, Colt, it's
been nice talking to you,
but I've had about
enough of this.
Oh no, I wouldn't.
I wouldn't do that if I--
(WOMAN SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
She's saying it's
the devil's work.
Do it.
(WOMAN woman shouting)
(HEAD SPLATTERS)
Jesus Christ!
(BODY THUDS)
I'm sorry all of you
had to witness that,
but it's a good
lesson for all of you.
Well, might as well get
comfortable, muchacho.
Alright, get that
mess cleaned up.
Who's her handler?
Enola.
She's fired.
Queue the lottery.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Tonight's first match.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
Oh, hold on a second.
Cool as a cucumber, partner.
Versus Arthur Dane.
Say a prayer to your God,
little man.
You mean I have
to kill that man?
Either that or he kills you.
(DOOR RUMBLES)
Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
I'm your equipment manager.
Name is Duke.
-Equipment manager, huh?
-Yep.
I was told to
take your advice.
That's right.
Suit up.
And if I don't?
If I were you,
I'd do what they want.
That's gonna be
your best chance.
Chance at what?
Clock's a ticking.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
Mm, oh my God.
I love this shit.
-Hey, start yet?
-It's about to.
Oh hey, it looks like
we're going head to head.
50 says my Dane takes
your boy's head off.
-Right.
-Yeah.
This shit though?
Hook this shit to my veins.
(SLURPING) Mm.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
Being cool ain't gonna cut it.
This is crazy.
Crazy would be going
through those doors unarmed.
It's happening whether
you like it or not.
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
(DUKE CLEARS THROAT)
(RYAN SIGHS)
Sergeant, good luck.
Be brave.
(RYAN SIGHS)
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
I love this part.
(BUZZER BLARES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOORS RUMBLING)
(DOORS RUMBLING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
I suggest you make your peace,
little man.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Oh geez.
This clown should
have known better
than to bring a gun
to a sword fight.
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(BULLETS PINGING)
(SWORD CLANGING)
(RYAN GRUNTING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(RYAN GROANS)
(SWORD CLANGS)
(RYAN PANTING)
(DANE SHOUTS)
(SWORD CLANGING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SWORD CLANGING)
Stay tight.
C and D, stay tight.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(SWORD CLANGING)
(RYAN GRUNTING)
God, this guy looks
really good just bleeding.
(BOTH GROANING)
(METAL CLANGS)
(BOTH SHOUTING)
(BODY THUMPS)
(METAL CLANGS)
Oof.
(DANE BREATHING)
Keep frame close.
Keep him close on
that camera four.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(SWORD CLANGS)
(WOOD THUMPING)
(KNEE THUDS)
(BOTH SHOUT)
(BOTH GROANING)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
(BLOOD SPLATTERS)
(Ryan groaning)
(DANE GRUNTING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
-(BLOOD SPURTING)
-(DANE COUGHING)
(BODY THUMPS)
God, this is unbelievable.
God, I need a drink.
How about a drink?
CAL:
No, I'm okay sir.
No, for me.
Oh, okay, sir.
Hmm.
Never met anybody who
looks good bleeding.
(FISCHER LAUGHS)
(PLAYFUL MUSIC)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
Feeling deflated?
Try EQM...
brought to you by Cronocom,
path to a clear, calm tomorrow.
(RYAN GROANING)
(DOOR CLICKS)
(LIGHTER FLICKING)
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
How are you feeling?
Fine.
If the stress is
getting to you, we can,
we can up your dosage.
No, I said I'm fine.
Stable.
-Your last pick that TV cop?
-Ryan.
Bit modern day.
Do you think he's
up to the brand?
He scored above
the 92 percentile
and has strong name recognition
with the above 50 demo.
He was a celebrity before.
I'm betting he will be again.
If he lives long enough, fine.
I'll get him prepped.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER)
C ronocom,
a better tomorrow today.
So, you built a time machine.
That's the easy part.
Understanding how to use it?
That's a bit more difficult.
Let's say you wish to
travel back in time to 1939
and kill Adolf Hitler.
Getting there is
not the hard part.
Just turn on the machine.
Set your destination
time and walk through.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
ANNOUNCER: Once in 1939,
simply acquire your target
and pull the trigger.
So long, Adolf.
But what will you find
when you return home?
You had no reason to
travel back in time
since Hitler is already dead.
So you didn't.
Good job, friend.
You've created a paradox
and the universe is
not so fond of those.
How do we recruit contestants
from the past, you ask?
Once we've selected a suitable
contestant from history,
we determine the
moment of their death
down to the picosecond.
At this point, we are cleared
to retrieve the
contestant's near death body
and repair any injuries
sustained in the past.
Once they are
healed and repaired,
contestants are free
to participate
for your entertainment.
Once the contestant's run
on "Fight Another Day"
has come to an end,
we create genetic
replicas of them
and incinerate the original.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Their replica bodies return
to the exact
picosecond it was taken
thus preventing any
changes to the past
substantive enough
to cause a paradox.
You could say, as far as
the universe is concerned,
it's like they never left.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
So what you're saying
is I'm already dead
and you grab me and
these other maniacs here
to kill each other for
your entertainment.
Yes and no.
I brought you here
because I need your help.
Look, people here are suffering,
all bound by Cronocom.
They're the
pharmaceutical company?
Yeah, well, since your time,
it's become a
massive conglomerate
run by a guy named
Dresden Fischer,
who controls every single
media outlet on the planet.
He manipulates people using
programming and pharmaceuticals,
pushing a product he calls EQM.
What does that
have to do with me?
You ever lost someone
you cared deeply for?
Had someone you love
taken away from you
with no warning, no reason?
Yeah, that.
What would you give to have
that feeling taken away?
Anything.
Right, now what if I told you
that that was a
double-edged sword?
That they'll take that away,
but then you won't
feel anything at all.
No love, no happiness, nothing.
Feeling less is not,
it's not feeling better.
Why me?
Because in your time you
fought for a better world
and now we need someone
who's gonna fight for
the best of what we are.
I think you could be that man.
Look, even if
this is all true,
what am I supposed to do?
The winner of this season
gets direct access to Fischer.
You just have to win.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(DOOR RUMBLES)
Hell of a fight you had there.
Yeah. Thanks
You are shit with a
shooting iron though.
Your grip's all wrong.
You gotta hold it
high and tight.
Yeah?
Looks like you made some
new friends. (CHUCKLES)
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
It's time for
our second match!
Who will step into the
ring this time?
Only fate will decide
in three, two, one.
Ishida Sakura versus
Blaine Arzure.
I'll make short
work of this, wench.
Looks like we got our winner.
I'm not so sure.
Now, some strategy from
your former champion.
For this fight, the
strategy's the same as always.
Break.
Their.
Skulls.
Two enter.
But only one shall survive
to fight another day!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BLAINE SHOUTS)
(SWORD CLANGS)
Look at that, huh.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(BOTH SHOUTING)
(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
VERUS: Like her match,
she may be short and sweet,
but boy, does she
ever make a mess.
Now onto the next fight.
Who will step into
the ring this time?
Only fate will decide.
Careful. Don't get too friendly.
You never know who you
might have to face.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
VERUS: Colt Walker versus
Bataar Ganbold.
Time to show them how we do
things in the West.
(CHUCKLES)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
()
(SUSPENSEFUL WESTERN MUSIC)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(SWORD CLANGS)
(Bataar shouts)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(GUN WHOOSHING)
Either you or me, partner.
(CAL CLAPS)
Who doesn't love the
theatrics of a cowboy?
Absolutely, sir.
(DOOR RUMBLES)
I am gonna have a hog
killing time with you.
Bang.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
-Nice shooting.
-Thank you, amigo.
High and tight, huh?
High and tight.
VERUS:
Halvor Hilda versus...
He looks like a Viking.
I wouldn't be
surprised if he was.
Al-Razi!
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SWORDS WHOOSHING)
(AL-RAZI SHOUTS)
(INTENSE VOCAL MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SWORDS CLANGING)
(BODY THUDS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(ROCKS CLATTER)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(weapons clang)
(KICK THUDS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(AL-RAZI SCREAMING)
(BONES CRACKING)
(HALVOR BREATHING HEAVILY)
(OMINOUS VOCAL MUSIC)
What are the responses?
Oh, incredibly
high numbers, sir.
87% average buy rate on
ads shown after each fight.
Huh? And who's
leading the polls?
Halvor, obvi. But Ryan is
trailing behind, barely.
Oh, well, Sergeant Ryan has
a knack for the limelight,
both in his time and ours.
What can I say?
He is a star reborn.
Star reborn.
That's brilliant!
(LAUGHS) Thank you, sir.
I mean, good one, sir.
Oh yes.
Who's in the next bracket?
It's Spartan versus Maori
and it's our last
fight of the day.
All right, why don't we
swap out the Maori for Ryan?
Oh, but Ryan
already fought today.
Oh no.
You don't understand, Cal.
That is the beauty
of the lottery.
It's random.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(CLOCK BEEPING)
DUKE:
Good choice.
You approve?
Oh yeah.
It worked for me in the past.
You fought?
Yeah, I fought.
Just not here.
Baltimore.
I was a cop for 32 years.
That was a long time ago.
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
Sergeant.
You ready?
I kicked down a lot
of doors in my day.
Not once did the
thought cross my mind
that I wouldn't walk back out.
Until I didn't.
I'll see you
when you get back.
(RYAN SIGHS)
Be brave!
(DOOR BUZZES)
-Sir, computer's queued up.
-Okay, run it.
All right, Ryan, let's
just see what you got.
And now for our
final match of the day.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(WEAPONS CLANG)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(METAL CLANGS)
(WEAPONS THUDDING)
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(RYAN GROANS)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SPARTAN SHOUTING)
-(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
-(BLOOD SPLATTERS)
(CAL SHOUTS, CLAPS)
Lucky win.
(HAND SQUEAKS)
Why don't you set up a
meet and greet with Ryan?
-Yes sir.
-Yeah.
(MONITOR BEEPS)
-You ever hear of knocking?
-Hi. Timeline's moved up.
Fischer wants to
meet you right now.
You can put an end to it.
End it how?
By killing Fischer.
Oh, we never
talked about this.
Okay. What did you
think we would do?
You're talking about murder.
No, I'm talking about
stopping a mass murderer.
One that operates
in legal gray area.
No, no, no. I'm not a hitman.
And this isn't an assassination.
It's justice.
Think about your son, Sean.
What did you just say?
You can save future
lives just like his with--
Don't!
Don't!
Right.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Just all of us out here,
we've lost so much.
It's not right.
You can put an end to it.
Please.
What am I supposed to do?
They've replaced your
pillow like you asked.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
My star reborn.
Ah, my audiences love you.
Yes.
You're a star in
your time and mine.
If you want an autograph,
just ask.
Well, I might
take you up on that.
I am really a big fan.
September 3rd, 1987.
The day you were
tragically killed
on network television live.
My daddy's network.
For those who were watching,
it was a traumatic experience.
But the ratings, did they
soar right through the roof.
Moments later there was
spinoffs, good ones, bad ones,
some more violent than others.
All based on your little show.
My show wasn't about violence.
No, neither is mine.
It's all about the greater good.
Do you know what the
crime rate is today?
Three.
3 percent crime rate.
It has never been better
in the history of mankind.
And do you know why?
"Fight Another Day."
(CHUCKLES)
What do you want with me?
Work with me, with Cronocom.
Why the hell would I do that?
ANNOUNCER:
Breaking news just in.
The 6-year-old son of a highly
decorated police officer
was gunned down by the members
of a large drug cartel.
Investigations are underway,
but sources indicate
that a hit had been
placed on Sergeant Taylor
due to his involvement
in a recent case.
His name was Sean, wasn't it?
Tragic.
I don't know what I would
do if I lost my only child.
What if I could bring him back?
What if you two could
be together again?
Here and now.
How?
The same way I
brought you back.
What's the catch?
No catch.
You just keep doing
what you're doing,
giving me a great show
and I'll give you your son back.
All I gotta do is win?
What better role model
for the folks at home
than a fallen hero
who's fighting for
the good in all of us?
Sleep on it.
(DOORS RUMBLE)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
Ryan.
Ryan, that was our chance.
Yeah.
And start with the real
reason you want Fischer dead.
I already told you.
Bullshit.
I've been a cop a long time.
I know a lie when I hear one.
But you believe Fischer?
Can my son be brought back?
-Ryan.
-Yes or no?
Yes, but--
Even if there is a
chance, I have to try.
Isabell?
Mr. Fischer.
I've been meaning
to talk to you.
About?
Well, for starters,
I wanted to congratulate
you about Ryan.
It seems to be that he
has become a fan favorite.
Thank you.
When was your last consult?
About a week ago.
Hmm.
Well, our records indicate
that you haven't been
there for several months
and that the last
time you were there,
you were below baseline.
I'll look into it immediately.
I assure you it
must be a mistake.
Well, until this is resolved,
I'm placing you on leave
effective immediately.
But don't concern yourself.
When you're back above baseline,
you can resume all your work.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
A bit old to be playing with
toys, aren't you, officer?
Where'd you get
that thing anyway?
Isabell.
Isabell, huh?
What did she want in return?
You're taking this
pretty casual, aren't you?
What can I say?
(GUN COCKS)
We got great healthcare here.
Right.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(WEAPONS COCKING)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
(NECK CRACKS)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(BODY THUDS)
(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)
Look at them, oh!
(KICK THUDS)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
God, A and B, A and B.
Stay tight. Stay really tight.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)
(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)
Unbelievable.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
DUKE:
Come on, let me have a look.
-Thanks.
-Don't mention it.
You know, if I didn't
know any better,
I'd say you look like
you're really enjoying
yourself out there.
I'm just getting the job done.
That ain't work, Sergeant.
You got something to say?
In my day, we did
that because we had to.
Didn't have a choice.
That was part of the job.
Because that's what it took
to protect the innocent.
And we swore to protect them.
That's easy for you to say,
sitting behind your desk.
I sit behind that desk
because I don't have a choice.
I watch this entertainment
and I feel nothing
because I don't have a choice.
You, you have a choice.
Don't ever forget
where you come from.
Don't forget who you are
and why you did this
job in the first place.
Let me tell you something, kid.
All this ain't worth it.
You got 56 seconds.
(CLOCK CONTINUES BEEPING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(BODY THUDS)
Please, please!
Give me a moment.
Please, please.
I just need to see
her one last time.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
()
I'm ready.
(knife clatters)
Um, sir. What should we do?
Keep rolling.
My name is Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
I am a police officer.
I'm a father
and I'm a human being
and so is she.
Corporal Sandy Lewis,
soldier and mother.
This isn't entertainment.
Whatever they've told you
about this show is a lie.
Cut to commercial.
Sir, the ratings.
If you're sitting at home
and you're watching this
right now, turn it off--
ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)
Try EQF.
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
Sir, should we, um?
And kill my big star?
Are you nuts?
Do it.
Yes sir.
We're back live in five,
four, three, two.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(RYAN SHOUTS)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
All right. Loop that clip.
I want it played
with the EQM ads
every minute until
the next fight.
Well, everybody's got a job,
don't they?
Let's get to it.
Crisis averted. Come on, people!
Well, that was a first.
It's a real problem.
Yes it is, Cal.
Unfortunately, people,
they like the rise of a hero
equally as much as the fall.
They're dropping
like flies around here.
I was just thinking
the same thing.
Hey.
If it comes down to it,
you and me.
Whoever's on top, make it quick.
Deal.
(LAUGHS) Well, that was easy.
I always thought you were
a very agreeable gentleman.
(Ryan chuckles)
What if it doesn't
have to come down to it?
What do you mean?
I don't know.
I don't know.
But there's gotta be another
way through this, right?
Well, sometimes
you just gotta accept
the cards you're dealt, Ryan.
You know, back home
we got a saying.
It don't matter if
a cowboy resides
on the mountain side
or on the flats.
As long as it's warm,
he's got a place to lay his hat.
You aren't wearing your hat.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
VERUS: It's time to announce
our first semi-final match.
Halvor Hilda versus Colt Walker!
(BRIGHT MUSIC)
I'm about to.
-Colt.
-Save it.
I'll be back in a jiffy.
(DOORS RUMBLE)
Oh my. Oh my.
You are a big target, sir.
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
Strong, silent type.
I appreciate that.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Shield.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Shield.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Flesh and bone.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
Well, that's using
your head. (CHUCKLES)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(BODY THUDS)
(COLT GRUNTING)
Oh!
(BODY THUDS)
(COLT GROANING)
(COLT LAUGHS)
(HALVOR SHOUTS)
(ROPE WHOOSHING)
Welcome to the rodeo.
(METAL CLANGS)
Ha!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BODY THUDS)
(WEAPON CLANGING)
(KICK THUDS)
(BLOOD SPLATTERS)
(HALVOR COUGHING)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(BODY THUDS)
Right.
(SOMBER MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Who's winning the polls?
Still Ryan with
Colt on the rise.
FISCHER:
Put me through to Duke.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
I'm sorry, my friend.
Orders from upstairs.
(CLOCK BEEPING)
(DOORS RUMBLE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
Shit.
()
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
You've come to kill me.
I don't want to.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
I've come to die.
You don't have to.
VERUS: (ON TV)
Bravery.
Ryan dares to take on Sakura
with nothing more
than his bare hands?
GERRARD: Sakura always
makes such a mess.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: With no peace,
there can be no life.
There's no peace here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
What are you doing?
What is she doing?
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: I only want an
honorable death in battle.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: You will
be the one to repay it.
Oh, okay.
That is some code
of warrior shit.
I'll give you 200 to 1 that
Ryan can't pull this off.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
()
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
There's no honor in murder.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR: We'll face
each other on equal terms.
()
(GRAVEL CLATTERS)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDS)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(THUDS)
(WHOOSHES)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
()
(SWORD CLANGS)
(PANTS)
()
(WEAPONS CLANGING)
(RYAN GROANING)
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
Very brave.
()
-(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
-(SAKURA SCREAMS)
No!
(RYAN GRUNTING)
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
I did not wish for this.
I'm sorry.
(GROANS, PANTS)
You don't have to do this.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
No, it has already been decided.
(PANTS)
No, no.
(SAKURA SPEAKS JAPANESE)
TRANSLATOR:
An honorable death, please.
()
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
()
(WEAPONS CLANG)
-(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
-(GROANING)
(BOTH SCRAMS)
(THUDS)
(SWORD CLATTERS)
()
Where? Where you going?
Why can't he just die?
Um, sir, we should
really send him medical.
Sir?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
You're here.
What? Do I look better on TV?
(LAUGHS, GROANS)
Easy, easy, easy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(GROANS)
It's risky you being here.
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
You were right.
This is personal for me.
Cassie?
My sister.
She was beautiful.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
On the outside at least.
On the inside,
she was suffering.
You know, I had just
started working at Cronocom
when they released the
new mood stabilizer, EQM.
I encouraged her to take it.
She hated it.
Said it made her feel empty.
Like,
like a part of
herself was missing.
And so I pushed her
'cause it's true it
was different, but it,
it was easier.
When she stopped
taking the pills,
she just started spiraling
and the symptoms
got worse and--
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
You couldn't have known.
(SNIFFLES) But Fischer did.
()
Fischer said that this all
started with my death on TV.
Is that right?
ISABELL:
Mm-hmm.
Look.
Look, we can't stop
Fischer now. It's too late.
But maybe we can prevent
this from ever happening.
-How?
-We send you back.
And you stop my death
from ever being on TV.
No, no, no. You can't.
We've gone over
this. The paradox.
The paradox, I know.
That's the point.
You can prevent all of
this from ever happening.
I'm already dead.
You have a chance to change
the future for everyone.
But it's your choice.
My access is restricted
and you're locked up.
Then we're gonna
need some help.
All right, I'm gonna
need you to tell me
everything you know
about this place.
ISABELL:
Okay.
You got a second?
For you, I got two.
I need a gun for a hire.
What's the pay?
Not good.
I'm in.
(MUNCHES)
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
Hey, there she is.
This is gonna be
a hell of a show.
Yeah, it looks like it.
GERRARD:
You wanna bet cigarettes?
What are we in prison?
()
Good evening.
I'm Verus Romulus.
And tonight we say
goodbye to another season
the only way we know how.
With a clash between two of
the most popular warriors
our program has ever had.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOORS WHIR)
Ma'am, we need
you to come with us.
VERUS: (ON TV) First, a man who
speaks with his six shooters
and deals in death.
Our very own murder
cowboy, Colt.
Hey. Oh no.
Hey, at ease, gentlemen.
I got some orders
from the big man upstairs
on high, Fischer.
Not, uh, I gotta
take a little trip.
Yeah. Okay.
-Thank you--
-(DOOR CLANGS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
For your service.
VERUS: And his opponent
in this duel to the death
has given an arresting
performance this year.
He's a riot in the ring.
It's the law man,
Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
Oh, Sergeant Ryan.
Back from the dead looking
better than ever--
Everything all right?
Duke, I'm gonna
need some backup.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING, BEEPING)
Okay.
-(COMPUTER BEEPING)
-(KEYBOARD CLICKING)
Oh, come on.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
(CLOCK BEEPING)
You know I saw it.
Your show?
That show.
And even though you died,
I knew in that moment
that's what I wanted
to do with my life.
Needless to say, it didn't
turn out the way I had hoped.
There's still time.
Hmm.
And you're running out of time.
Sergeant,
I'll see you when you get back.
Be brave.
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Brave, hmm.
(DOOR OPENS)
Yeah, be brave.
FISCHER:
Translation Matrix on standby.
-TECHNICIAN: PM is hot.
-FISCHER: Patch in the sound.
Bring up the lights.
Queue the pre-rolls.
Sir, pre-rolls queued up.
Alright, Cal,
it's time to make one
for the history books.
TECHNICIAN:
Sir?
Thank you.
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You ready for this, cowboy?
I reckon I am.
-(STATIC CRACKLES)
-(CAL GASPS)
CAL:
What's happening?
The backup
generators are failing.
No, no, no.
That's impossible.
Call engineering now.
-Phones are out.
-Oh!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
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Ah, boys.
Okay, here we go.
Clock's ticking.
-Where's Isabell?
-She's gonna meet us there.
I will be your chaperone
for this evening.
I'm Gerrard, by
the way. Big fan.
Okay, this is
the best I can do.
Six bullets. Antique.
This is my baby.
She'll do great.
-High and tight.
-Like a noose.
Okay, this is a nice moment,
but backup generator's
gonna kick in anytime,
so now or never.
-Duke, the door?
-DUKE: Got it.
(EXHALES) This is kind of an
exhilarating moment, isn't it?
What would you say right now
in a situation like this?
Yee-haw?
Whatever gets wagons
moving, generally.
That's good. Yee-haw.
Don't say anything. Here.
Now you let that little
son of a bitch know
what the Baltimore
PD are made of.
Get, go on.
(MIMICS GUNFIRE)
(SCREAMS)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOOR WHIRS)
Shh. Okay, come, come.
(ELEVATOR DOOR WHIRS)
How are we supposed to
use it if the power's out?
Well, she's got
her own power source
separate from the
main power grid,
you know, in case
of emergencies,
which this definitely is.
-(SYSTEM BEEPING)
-(MAN GRUNTING)
(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
Ooh wee, goddamn.
There she is. Huh?
Now that we all got here.
You got that right, cowboy.
Now I prepped the
sequencing program earlier.
-We have our window.
-Where's Isabell?
GERRARD: I don't know.
She should be here by now.
Hey, if you are thinking
of going back out there,
that is a very bad idea.
How we looking out there, Colt?
(WHIRS)
-We got power.
-Okay. Uh, he's gone.
Uh, he's not in the
equipment room either.
I'm aware of that, Cal.
Well, should we just?
(MIMICS EXPLOSION)
No, not yet.
Go to commercials.
CAL:
Oh, where are you going?
I'm going to give the
people what they want.
(SYSTEM BEEPING)
Um, okay.
We are pretty much
good to go here.
Uhh.
All I gotta do is
flip the switch
after we find one Isabell.
Hey. Hey. Wait, wait.
I'll go find her.
You guys don't even know where
you're going in the building.
I've been here for years.
So, sit tight.
Give me two minutes and I--
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(FOOTSTEPS REACHING)
(THUDS)
Sorry, Sheriff, this is
the end of the road for you.
What the hell are you doing?
Last man standing.
Well, the champion
life seems good.
Goddamn son of a bitch.
Oh, it ain't nothing personal.
I'm just looking out for
myself and my missus,
God bless her soul.
A world without
crime and all that.
That's a good thing, Ryan.
Whatever he told you is a lie.
You're no safer in here
than you are in that arena.
Well, that's where
you and I differ.
(GUN CLINKS)
(DOOR CLANGS)
Ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome back to the finale,
(DOOR SHUTS)
the 10th anniversary
of "Fight Another Day."
What an unpredictable
day this has been.
The man in front of me
needs no introduction.
It's Sergeant Ryan Taylor.
Legend in his own time.
We even have an
addition to the show.
Isabell Emerson.
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Ryan's handler, go.
How you feeling?
Peachy. You?
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the first time
the final match has
been fought in
front of the magic
that brought our heroes here.
The winner is granted
a new life here
with a loved one from the past.
(HAND BANGS)
Yee-haw.
(SYSTEM WHIRS)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
Mind the machine.
(GROANS)
Verus, what are you doing?
You promised my brother
he'd come back first!
(GROANING)
(BLOOD SQUELCHES)
(CHOKES)
(THUDS)
Shoot him!
(SCREAMS)
(PUNCHES THUDDING)
Ryan, if you do this,
you will erase any chance of
ever seeing your son again.
Sorry, Fischer.
It's justice time.
Cal, blow his head off.
Blow his head off!
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS BLASTING)
It hasn't always been right
But we stand together
in this fight
You've stuck with
me to this day
In time we'll
make a better way
You brought me
to see the light
I promise I'll be along
This is the night
We make it right
Tonight, tonight
we do it right
Tonight, tonight
Tonight
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This is the best season ever.
Now that's TV.
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
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Turn the camera off.
Just never point it
at anybody, okay?
(GUNSHOT BLASTS)
(GUN CLINKS)
(GRUNTING)
Hey, hey man. Hey!
(CAMERA THUDS)
(FOOTSTEPS FALLING)
(RYAN PANTING)
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How are you still alive?
We gotta go.
Isabell, now!
Come on.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
Talk to me.
Here.
We're changing the future.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
IN BACKGROUND)
Let's go for a drive.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
IN BACKGROUND CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT LYRICS)
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
(ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)
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