[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]
[TH E LlONS RAM PANT'S __LET us Im! (comE om)__ PLAvImc]
[###]
REESE: Okay. rhere's three flags, eight races.
The best freerunners in the city of Metro.
The one who captures all three flags, any way he can, wins.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
He's 6 feet. He's flying, he's flipping.
Speed-demon mayhem. Odds to win, 4-to-1 .
Ryan.
five feet, _ inches of rabbit-quick reflexes. Kid Elvis.
Mitch, 5 foot 8 inches of smash-mouth racing excitement.
He's known for his jet-propelled jumps. Decks.
At 5 foot 8, 163, an unstoppable force, Turk.
A precision jumper with four wins in the last month, it's West.
Bet now. Don't be slow, as they race at 3.
freebo, the newest runner to the pack.
One win, odds 17-to-1 .
With seven wins this month...
...one word to describe him: relentless.
Finch. Finch. Finch.
All bets in, the race is on.
[S LOWRl DE'S '' PANTH E R 1 '' PLAvImc]
MYLES: You gotta see this. Ryan got the first two flags.
Myles, l iust want him to be okay. Just tell me Ryan's okay.
-Where is he? MYLES: He took a shortcut.
[###]
[ALL CHEERING]
[HORN HONKING]
Whoo! Nice hat.
VIEWERS : Whoa! Oh!
My God! Finch got the last flag.
l know, Kid Elvis. l was there.
FINCH : Mitch the bitch. Come and get it.
[CHEERING]
WEST: Right behind you, man. RYAN: Ain't gonna make it.
l'm going over there.
REESE: Way to go, Finch! There you go, son.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Now, there's a champion.
-Crazy son of a bitch. ELVIS: He got lucky.
WEST: That could've killed you. RYAN: What happened?
TURK: Finch happened. REESE: This is a champion.
A true champion. The winner, Finch!
[CROWD CHEERING]
[###]
This is gonna be fun.
That satellite feed for tomorrow's launch...
...is online, Mr. Frank.
Thank you, Jacque.
[CROWD CHEERING IN DISTANCE]
-Any way you can, right? -Any way you can, kid. You're right.
-That's what you're teaching them? -Yeah, why? What's the problem?
-You must be real proud. -l am. Look at him.
Look at him. What's the matter with you?
Ryan.
-Hell of a race. -lf you say so.
Look. Just keep at it, okay?
Yeah, l know. Tomorrow, right?
Yeah. There's always tomorrow.
Not the way that son of a bitch runs.
Don't worry about him. That's history. Come here.
Get yourself off to a doctor. Have him give you the once-over.
-That's it? -No, that's just for the doctor.
You'll get the rest tonight, hey?
How much you make on the race today, Reese?
There's always tomorrow, kid.
Don't you ever forget that. There's always tomorrow.
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
REESE : Everybody move! Get out! Get out!
Let's go, baby. Let's go, let's go!
Reese, baby, l still don't get it.
Okay, Dolores.
l'm gonna explain this to you one last time.
[POP M US IC PLAYl NG ImDIsTImcTLv ovEm cAm sTEmEo]
At the beginning of every race, there's three bandanas.
A green one, a yellow one and a red one.
The kid that brings in all three bandanas...
...any way he can, wins the money.
DOLORES: But they can bet on themselves and fix the race.
l told them l'd break the legs of any freerunner...
...that bet on the races.
Yeah, but l'm watching it on my phone.
That's because we put cameras on all the roofs.
And we attach Bluetooth cameras to all the runners.
And the kids eat that shit up. Then l had this idea.
Put it online and make the kids run against each other.
And boom, baby.
lt takes off like wildfire.
Genius. Wouldn't you say, princess?
[###]
-You coming in for a cuddle? CHELSEA: Hey, baby
[CHELSEA CHUCKLES]
Oh, wait. Can you shift to the right a little bit?
-Uh-huh. -All right. Hold on.
All right. Okay.
Maybe we should be icing those bruises.
Nah, l'm fine.
Let's iust lay here and enjoy paradise.
Smell that salt air?
[CHELSEA LAUGHS]
You mean the pollution?
Which gives us these amazing sunsets.
[CHELSEA LAUGHS]
You know, we used to talk about moving closer to the ocean.
What happened?
Life happened.
[CHELSEA SIGHS]
l've got to get ready for work, baby.
Are you bartending or singing tonight?
Singing. Can you come by?
Yeah, l'm gonna work at the hospital and see my gramps for a bit.
-l'll come by after. -Okay. l'm on at 9.
-l'll catch a later set? -Whatever.
lf that's your plan, that's your plan.
[###]
Reese. Reese.
You used to be one of the leading heavyweight contenders of the world.
Entrenched with the game of life.
And now you work for me.
Count it if you want.
No, Mr. Frank. It's fine. l trust you.
[RYAN SIGHS]
RYAN [THINKING]: l gotta get us out of here.
Me, Chelsea, my gramps.
Get him out of that pit of a hospital.
Get us to the coast. Fix the boat up.
Man, l'm so damn broke.
Can't bet on the races, can't bet on myself.
Wait a minute.
[###]
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
MYLES: l don't know. Didn't Reese say he'd kill you...
...you place a bet on yourself?
RYAN : Yeah, if l bet on the race.
lf l bet on the race. But...
...what if l deposit all of my money into your account?
Then you could place a bet, right?
Yeah. Yeah, dude.
Say the word. Done.
[TYPING]
Dude, what the hell are you doing?
Dude, l'm hacking into the government's...
...experimental software programs, all right?
They have the next 200 years of software ready to go.
Check this out, look.
lt's these damn conglomerates that just parcel it out to us...
-...like cheese. -l'm late for work.
-We're iust rats in their cyber maze. -Gotta go. Good luck.
l'll tell you later.
[###]
[POLICE S l RE NS WAl Ll NG Im DIsTAmcE]
Would you hold still, Gramps?
Hold still? For chrissake, you're holding a straight razor to my neck.
Where am l gonna go?
lf you stopped talking, l'd probably be finished by now.
You know, l wanna lay down and relax.
RYAN : Check that out. What do you think?
lt's not bad. Smooth.
Did a good iob, kid.
Well, you didn't make it easy, now, did you?
Nothing great came from easy.
Except great sex from easy women.
How'd l know you were gonna go somewhere dirty like that?
lt shows. There's a little sign up here that says ''dirty.''
[LAUGHS]
All right. What do you wanna watch on TV right now?
l don't know.
Let's sit here and iust talk to each other for a little bit.
Okay. Anything in particular?
[###]
l don't know. Turn on the goddamn TV again.
l don't care.
l was looking at those pictures earlier today.
GRAMPS: You spend all your break time in my room?
What, do you come in here and look at everything?
Sometimes. Remember that day?
Hell, l remember it well.
Your dad caught three groupers.
lt was a miracle. Funny.
Handsome kid iust like you.
He fell off the same pot.
God only knows where we got it from, hey?
You know, sometimes, kid, a toad and a swan get together...
...and make something pretty special.
What are you talking about? You're not a toad.
l wasn't thinking about me, l was talking about Grandma.
[BOTH LAUGH]
No, that's okay. She was down with that.
She understood. We kidded a lot. Yeah, she did.
So, what about that boat? Where is it?
Still there. Dry dock.
Yeah, the boat's all eaten up by now anyway.
Rats and termites and muskrats, whatever eats wood.
-But it's there? -Yeah, it's still there.
l bet l could fix it, Gramps.
l know you could, kiddo.
You can be good at anything you want.
l iust don't like you working here.
Enough of this male bonding thing.
You wanna watch some TV? You wanna watch the game?
Yeah, put the game on.
[BAN D PLAYl NG sLow PoP mELoDv]
# Driving along l hear a song #
# It brings back a time l thought l left behind #
# The hate l once had #
# Melts into what l want #
# This doesn't help me To get over us #
# And l can't go on Any further #
# 'Cause l know l'm back to my old habits #
# Falling into your trap l can't let you out of my head #
# And l want to so bad l've been here before #
# Can't take it no more There's no use holding on #
# It's already been done #
# Yeah, it's already been done ##
[AU Dl E NCE CH E E Rl NG AmD AppLAuDImG]
MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, another round of applause...
...for Kitty Kat Club's own Chelsea.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE]
Come on. Just here to pick up my girl.
Boss said no.
-He's a good man, Dedee. -He's a good kid...
...but none of them are men, and that's the problem, Chelsea.
l mean, West is, um--
Oh, my God. l don't even wanna tell you how good he is in bed.
But do l think for a second it's serious with him?
-Why not? -Chelsea.
They're freerunners.
Just the kind of guy you wanna bring home to meet the P's.
Dad, this is West.
[IN DEEP VOlCE] Hey, West. What do you do?
[MIMICS WEST] Well, l like to climb shit, party...
...and beat the crap out of my friends.
The band is out there waiting for you.
l gotta tell you this every goddamn time?
Sorry, Morris.
l'm iust saying, Chelse.
MORRIS : Break a leg, Dedee.
[BAND PLAYING ''BEIN' BLUE'']
[DEDEE GIGGLES]
On second thought, break them both.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
What is she iust saying?
-What do you want, Morris? -Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wow.
Okay. Is that where our relationship is right now?
There is no relationship, Morris.
Never has been, never will be.
DEDEE : # Bein' blue, bein' blue #
Touch me one more time and you're gonna lose the hands.
-You're such a tease. -You're such a pervert!
Ha-ha. And proud of it.
[SLAPS]
[CHUCKLES]
Come on, baby. Let's do it.
Stay away from me!
MORRIS: Come on! RYAN: Let her go!
What the fuck, Morris?
You're fired!
l'm calling the cops.
That guy's a ierk.
l know.
Maybe this all happened...
...as part of some bigger, cosmic master plan.
And what is this bigger, cosmic master plan?
l'll tell you on the way. Come on, let's go.
That's a crazy plan, Ryan.
You want me to stop racing and you want to get out of the city.
This is our chance.
But you said Reese would break the legs...
...of any freerunner who bets on themselves.
That's where Myles comes in.
Oh, so you got my stepbrother involved.
[RYAN SIGHS]
All l know is after the race today...
...something iust clicked.
-Yeah, it's called a concussion. -No, it was a revelation.
Seriously, l've had enough of this.
lt's time we make our dreams come true and get out of this place.
lt's dangerous.
Where the hell are we?
Reese is throwing a party for us around the corner.
lt's supposed to be for all the freerunners.
But it could be our going-away party, right?
Right?
l'm right, right?
Where is the party?
lt's around the corner.
Baby, let's iust have fun tonight, okay?
[CROWD CHEERING]
[AM BE R'S ''G ET A REAL WOMAN'' pLAvImG ovEm spEAKEms]
[ALL CHEERING]
REESE : Last race tomorrow, boys.
Get them down. Yeah, drink up, drink up.
REESE: Ryan, you asked me how much money l made, right?
-Let's have a talk. RYAN: Okay.
lf l hear that you've been running around...
...blabbing your mouth off about what l'm doing to anybody--
And l mean anybody, the fans, the freerunners.
--l'm gonna punch a hole in your heart.
Do l make myself clear?
Look at me. Do l make myself clear?
Crystal.
-Good. CHELSEA: Are you guys having fun...
-...or what? -We're always having fun, sweetheart.
Cheers.
Look at you. Ain't you a picture?
You know we have a saying back in London...
...for somebody who gets a prize like this?
You've absolutely rung the bell, son. All right?
Be nice to her. She's a winner. All right.
Remember what l said to you. Come, baby, let's go.
Hey, there's always tomorrow. See you.
l don't like that guy. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Hey, l know you. What's wrong?
lt's iust been a really Iong day, baby. That's all.
CHELSEA: Come on. FINCH: Oh.
RYAN : Let's go.
[LIGHTS BUZZING]
[DOOR BELL DINGS]
RYAN: So, l could rent the boat out for tours...
...and you could get a job singing at a club.
l'm scared. l don't know.
RYAN: It'll be amazing. -Just the condoms?
Uh-- Yeah, just the condoms.
[SCANNER BEEPING]
Not going through. Harry! Lucky Condoms?
HARRY: Condoms? Which condoms? Lucky?
-Lucky Condoms. HARRY: Lucky Condoms?
-Lucky! -Yes! Lucky!
l'm Mr. Lucky and l'm getting lucky with this girl.
[BEEPING]
Crashed.
See? So much for getting lucky, smart boy.
[BOTH LAUGH]
RYAN: We should sell it all. -My car?
RYAN : Everything.
-l'm not selling the Volvo. -Fine.
-What? -You're forgetting one thing .
-What? -You've never beaten him .
You've never beaten Finch.
l won't lose. l won't ever let you down.
You promise?
l promise.
[###]
[PHONE RINGING]
RYAN [ON RECORDING]: Hey, it's Ryan. Leave a message.
MYLES : Ryan, it's Myles.
We're selling yourself before the race today, right?
l'm at the cyber cafe. We doing this or not?
lt's your plan. Big money day.
Last race in the season. Rise and shine.
CHELSEA: Are you meeting my brother?
Yeah. l told him that we'd meet at the cyber cafe.
M_LfS: Hey, whatever, dude. It's your plan, okay?
l'm just a cog in the wheel of the machine here.
Shut up, Myles.
You shut up. Ryan told me to call.
He didn't tell you to be so annoying.
Myles, we'll meet at the cyber cafe in a half hour, okay?
Copy that. Oh, Chelsea?
What?
[MYLES BURPS LOUDLY]
CHELSEA: Disgusting.
[MYLES CHUCKLES]
RYAN: Baby.
l don't want you to do this for me or my grandfather.
You can stay if you want.
l want you to do this because it's what you wanna do.
Shut up.
[###]
This piece of shit?
l'll give you one, two, three, four, five...
...six, seven, eight, nine and 1 O.
RYAN : Well, that's it.
MYL_S: You sold all your stuff, man? l can't believe it.
MYLES : We got, like, over eight grand.
RYAN : It's time for you to place that bet.
MYLES: You better win, dude. RYAN: Yeah.
RYAN : And you see that?
You can have virtual friends online, Gramps.
l have virtual friends. They're called my friends.
l know, l know. But here, check it out. That's the site.
GRAMPS: What? What is this? RYAN: Hold on, Gramps. It's loading.
These are some of my racing friends. Click here, that's me.
GRAMPS: What is that there? RYAN: That's how you place a bet.
That's me, Gramps. That's what l do when l'm not working here.
-What is that? A race? -Yeah.
-What are you racing for? -To get us back to the ocean.
-Then win the fucking race. -l plan to...
...but how would Grandma feel with you talking like that?
She didn't like the word, but she liked doing it.
You couldn't stop her when she got going.
[LAUGHS]
All right, look, l'm-- Just watch at 3, okay?
l'm gonna sit here and wait for it to come on.
-l gotta go do this. -Yeah, okay. l'll watch.
Think about your grandma.
[###]
You can let go of my lip now.
l thought you liked my love bites.
l love your love bites. l'm just trying to stay focused.
Ryan wins, Ryan wins, Ryan wins.
Tell me, do you always talk to yourself?
Uh-- Yeah.
l'm very good company.
l bet.
DEDEE : Do you always talk to yourself?
M_LfS: l'm very good company. DEDEE: l bet.
l bet.
Shit! The bet. The bet!
REESE: All right, here we go. It's the last race of the season.
[CELL PHONE CHIMES]
Here we go. Make it good and memorable.
-Myles? REESE: Come on.
[###]
Okay, freerunners, line them up.
Now pay attention, because l'm only gonna say this once.
lt's a three-flag race with three locations.
The green flag is at the top of Pantry's Tavern's fire escape.
Then you head on through the Trust Building's alleyways...
...to get to the yellow flag.
And the red flag is at the warehouse where we were partying last night.
But do me a favor, boys.
When you get there, try not to slip on Kid Elvis' puke, hey?
Now, come on, boys. Whatever it takes, hey? Come on!
Yesterday was a fluke, asshole. And you still didn't win.
-Only because you tried to kill me. -No, l was only playing.
l'm not.
-Jeez, Ryan. You frighten me. REESE: Okay, Dolores, baby. Call it.
On your mark, get set, go!
[###]
CHELSEA: Where's Ryan? MYLES: Dead last.
TURK: Mitch got the green flag! Get it! Get it!
WEST: Ryan's got it!
Wait up!
See, l like this kid, but he never wins.
Jacque, he'll be there soon.
We're ready here.
# l don't wanna be falling down Too high... #
Come on. Come on, baby.
[###]
-Look at that. -Mm-hm.
The kid can run.
[###]
JACQUE : They're heading there now.
[###]
Hold on, no ketchup?
[LAUGHING]
[###]
Shit, yeah!
FINCH: There's no way you're leaving here with all three flags.
TURK: Eat a dick, Finch.
Why don't we see about that, huh?
[LOUD THUD]
TURK: Hey.
[###]
What--?
What the--?
What happened? Did he win?
ELVIS : All the doors are locked, man.
Check that. l'm taking those flags.
Stop pulling!
ELVIS: They're all locked. TURK: Fucking Reese is playing us.
WEST: What the hell? TURK: Is anybody up there?
MITCH: What the hell is that? TURK: What the fuck?
WEST: Let us out!
-What is this? MITCH: Who's up there?
-ln the middle of a race. FREEBO: What the fuck is that?
DECKS: What the hell is that? ELVIS: You guys see that?
TURK: This is some kind of joke, right?
RYAN : l don't think so.
[GAS HISSING]
[###]
fRAMK: l love watching all the racers, their stats.
Check out their forms and techniques.
TERENCE: Yeah, you know it's important to look up races...
...old races, checking out form and technique.
But always remember the banker:
Past pe_ormance does not guarantee future pe_ormance.
GERMAN: l'll bet _2 million.
TERENCE : You know what they say, old son.
Talk is cheap, money buys whiskey.
Eight million.
[ALL GROANING]
ELVIS : Where am l?
-What the fuck? FINCH: Shit.
[GRUNTING]
ELVIS : Fuck, man.
[ALL GRUNTING]
TURK: What the fuck? WEST: Goddamn it.
ELVIS : Ryan, where are we?
[GRUNTING AND PANTING]
-What? DECKS : What is that?
Good a_ernoon, gentlemen.
My name is Mr. Frank.
And for the next 60 minutes...
...you are my unwilling participants in a race for your life.
-Here are the rules-- -Yeah, fuck you!
Back up! You better Iet me out right fuck-- Aah!
[N ECK CRACKl NG AmD DEcKs GmumTImG]
TURK: Oh, what the fuck are you doing to him?
[DECKS SCREAMS]
Rule number one: You never interrupt me.
Jacque spent 1 5 years in a Japanese dojo...
...learning that grip.
And he never gets tired of it.
Rule number two:
The device around your neck is set to explode...
...in exactly 60 minutes.
There's no stopping that now.
lf you go to the police...
...l will push the manual detonate button.
And then you're no longer members of this planet.
Only l have the remote, only l can release you.
So you'd better race as if your life depended on it.
And let me assure you gentlemen, heh...
-...it does. -Bullshit.
See, Jacque? l knew we would need a little demonstration.
FREEBO: What's going on, man?
-Let me go! -What the fuck are you doing?
Green means armed. Yellow lights--
No, wait, wait! We'll race! We'll race! We'll all race!
Red lights.
[DEVICE BE E Pl NG AmD mITcH scmEAmImG]
[EXPLOSlON AND ALL SHOUTING]
TURK: Fucking mental, man.
l'm sorry l had to expose you...
...to the grim reality of your situation.
But there is some good news. Jacque?
One million dollars to the freerunner who makes it...
...to the top of the railroad bridge before 60 minutes has elapsed.
What about second place?
Bring it, dickface.
That's the spirit.
l'll let the club's hostess, Stacey, explain the rest.
Hi, l'm Stacey.
Welcome to the club's death game of the year.
Heda, please leave alone. Hold all my calls.
-l will not be disturbed now. -No one is to disturb me...
-...while l'm playing the game. -Money, money. Lovely money.
Come to Daddy.
l'm watching the fucking death game here.
All of you shut the fuck up.
Hey, Jersey. We're supposed to watch alone.
l'm alone.
STACEY: This year's host...
...the newest and brightest club member of them all, Mr. Frank.
Well, we'll see about that.
And his game, Freerunner!
Okay, freerunners, time to race for your lives. Here's the game.
You will have exactly 60 minutes...
...to make it across to the railroad bridge, or kaboom!
Each runner's collar is equipped...
...with built-in video to capture the action.
-Nice. -Locked on to their wrists...
...a combo GPS timer and a one-way videophone...
...that Mr. Frank will be checking in on you with.
Along the way, the runners must pass their neckwear by rooftop scanners.
Number one is on top of the Glazier Building.
The second scanner is high atop the Caxson water tower.
And the last scanner is at the highest point of the railroad bridge.
lmportant: Whoever is in last place...
...has only three seconds to reach the scanner, or:
STACEY & JERSEY: Kaboom!
Stray away from the chosen GPS route...
...the runners have only five minutes to get back on course, or:
Kaboom!
Oh, and don't mess with Mr. Frank or his collars.
As you've iust seen, he has no problem activating his detonator.
That's right, boys, five ways to die, one way to live:
Win.
Hold on. No, no.
l said 1 O million on Decks to die first...
...1 O million on Turk to win.
Everyone got it?
Oh, and freerunners...
...take them in, boys, because they're the last tits most of you will ever see.
And the first.
May the best freerunner win.
l'll be calling you on your wrist devices...
...to check in from time to time.
And l'll be watching you on your collar cameras.
As well as every security cam...
...tramic cam and satellite cam.
We'll all be watching. Won't we, gentlemen?
WALL STREET: Come on, Kid Elvis!
[ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
Five. Put 5 million on.
Turk, Turk. Come on, Turkey, baby.
Bring it home to Daddy, baby.
[MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
-Yeah. -Why are you doing this?
Why?
TfRfMCf: Two million. l'll raise that. KOREAN: rwo.
-Because it's fun. -Oh, this is gonna be fun. Ha-ha-ha.
On your mark, get set....
Release the freerunners!
[###]
STACEY: To get to the first scanner...
...the boys must cross the top of the pedestrian bridge.
Come on, baby! That's it, bitch. Yeah, baby. Whoo-hoo.
Stomp his stupid body, West.
STACf_: It's Freebo in fourth place, Turk in fifth.
Ryan has helped Kid Elvis and has fallen behind.
Freebo dies first.
l can't believe it. They're doing it. They're running your race.
Of course they are. What did l tell you gentlemen?
You may have been playing your little hunting games throughout the years...
...but my game's gonna blow you away.
[LAUGHS]
[###]
TEXAS : Move! Move! Yeah. All right, now.
Now we're talking. Let's go.
JERSEY: Bada-bing. Bada-bing.
Here we go, Freebo, baby. Come on.
KOREAN: Come on, Ryan. Come on now. You can do it.
l have a lot of money on you.
Keep going! Keep going, Ryan! Don't stop!
[###]
We should go to the right, right, man? Which way do we go?
FINCH : How about down?
[SCREAMING]
Did Finch iust kick Decks off the building? What an asshole.
GERMAN : Way to die, Decks!
Ugh! Stupid Decks!
l lost a lot of my money! What did you do?
Dead man Decks. Pay all side bets now.
An earlier departure for Decks...
...than predicted by the odds.
lt's anyone's game here, gentlemen.
Finch! You are my man! Ha-ha-ha.
WEST: Aw, man. TURK: Shit. Decks!
WEST: He's dead, man. Come on, let's go.
fRAMK: Guess Decks is a safe bet the day he's died.
[MEN SHOUTING AND CHEERING]
MAM 1 : Somebody stop him! MAN 2: rhere you go.
MAM 3: Got nothing on you, man. MAN 4: Come on!
MAN 5: Whoa. Shit! Why the hell's this guy--?
MAN 4: Come on! MAN 2: rhere you go.
STACEY: West, Turk and Freebo clear the first scanner.
[SCANNER BEEPING]
But where's Finch?
WEST: Where's Finch? TURK: Who cares?
After the first scanner, West is in the lead.
Pay all side bets now.
Pay all side bets.
Hell of a game, Mr. Frank.
Oh, my God, l just lost my factory.
l told you you shouldn't have took that bet, Chinaman.
STACEY: Remember, the last one...
...has only three seconds to be scanned.
TfRfMCf: All right, Kid Elvis. l've got a lot of money on this.
RYAN : Kid! The scanner's over here!
ELVIS : Unh!
-Finch, what the fuck? FINCH: Kill or be killed.
Come on, Kid Elvis. Come on.
Hit him in the face! Go on, get in there!
GERMAN : Yeah, Finch!
Finch, help, man!
TERENCE : My money's on you, Kid.
You want my help? Drop him.
S_AC_Y: Finch scanned himself. Who will be leR? Ryan or Kid Elvis?
TEREMCE: Come on, Kid Elvis. Pick yourself up! Come on, Kid.
Uh-oh. Ryan accidentally just scanned himself.
[BEEPING]
Mom.
[EXPLOSlON]
Kid!
You couldn't fucking beat my grandmother!
Whoo! Man! That was-- Man, that was like an exploding watermelon.
Man! Whoo! That was something!
Kid Elvis bites the dust.
Two scanners to go and we're already down to five players.
FRANK: l see you're all broken up, Ryan.
-But keep moving. -You're a murderer.
l'm a businessman.
l'm gonna find you, and when l do....