Fight Another Day (2024)

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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 v*olence?

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 v*olence?

Just, "Part of the job"?

RYAN: (ON TV)

It's not about v*olence.

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

as*ault with a deadly w*apon.

(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)

-(g*nsh*t 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 sh**t

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 k*lled 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 g*n in the West.

Ryan.

Pleasure to meet you, partner.

When you from?

When?

Well, the year.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(g*nsh*t 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 k*ll 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 g*n

to a sword fight.

(g*nshots BLASTING)

(b*ll*ts PINGING)

(SWORD CLANGING)

(RYAN GRUNTING)

(g*nshots BLASTING)

(RYAN GROANS)

(SWORD CLANGS)

(RYAN PANTING)

(DANE SHOUTS)

(SWORD CLANGING)

(g*n 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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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

sh**ting 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)

(g*n CLICKS)

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(SWORD CLANGS)

(Bataar shouts)

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(g*n 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

k*lling time with you.

Bang.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Nice sh**ting.

-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)

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(METAL CLANGS)

(WEAPONS THUDDING)

(FIGHTERS GRUNTING)

(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(RYAN GROANS)

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SPARTAN SHOUTING)

-(g*nsh*t 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 k*lling Fischer.

Oh, we never

talked about this.

Okay. What did you

think we would do?

You're talking about m*rder.

No, I'm talking about

stopping a mass m*rder*r.

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 k*lled

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 v*olence.

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?

(g*n COCKS)

We got great healthcare here.

Right.

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(HALVOR SHOUTS)

(WEAPONS COCKING)

(PUNCHES THUDDING)

(NECK CRACKS)

(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)

(g*nshots BLASTING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(BODY THUDS)

(FIGHTERS SHOUTING)

Look at them, oh!

(KICK THUDS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(g*nsh*t 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)

(g*nshots BLASTING)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(g*nshots BLASTING)

(g*nshots 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 k*ll my big star?

Are you nuts?

Do it.

Yes sir.

We're back live in five,

four, three, two.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(g*nshots 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.

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

Shield.

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

Shield.

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

Flesh and bone.

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

Well, that's using

your head. (CHUCKLES)

(g*nshots 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)

(w*apon CLANGING)

(KICK THUDS)

(BLOOD SPLATTERS)

(HALVOR COUGHING)

(g*nshots BLASTING)

(g*nsh*t 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 k*ll 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 m*rder.

(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 g*n 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 sh**t

and deals in death.

Our very own m*rder

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 b*ll*ts. 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 b*tch know

what the Baltimore

PD are made of.

Get, go on.

(MIMICS g*nf*re)

(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, g*dd*mn.

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 expl*si*n)

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--

(g*nsh*t 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.

g*dd*mn son of a b*tch.

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.

(g*n 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)

(g*nshots BLASTING)

Mind the machine.

(GROANS)

Verus, what are you doing?

You promised my brother

he'd come back first!

(GROANING)

(BLOOD SQUELCHES)

(CHOKES)

(THUDS)

sh**t 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)

(g*nshots 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.

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)



Turn the camera off.

Just never point it

at anybody, okay?

(g*nsh*t BLASTS)

(g*n 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)