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The Condemned
The Condemned
The Condemned
- Why?
'Cause you're the best.
- For the love of Christ.
- Hey, babe.
Donna Sereno just arrived.
Good. She know the score?
Tomorrow morning.
You're her top story.
But be ready.
She's a tough nut.
She's the big dog.
Want the big press,
gotta go to the big dog.
Right. Do it like that.
All right. How do I look?
I'd do ya.
Yeah, but how do I look?
Go get 'em.
Lettuce? Do you want
tomato or anything?
Give me that freakin' sandwich.
Go to work on my satellite.
So, without a major network behind you,
how do you plan to broadcast your show?
The Internet.
I've pulled 10 contestants
from third world prisons.
Each was on death row.
I will free one of them.
See, tomorrow, I'm gonna
bring them here to this island...
where I will give them
a fighting chance at a new life.
It's a fight to the death.
One lives, nine die?
You're airing a live snuff film.
No, Donna.
These contestants were
already dead... condemned.
I'm allowing one to live.
Is that so wrong?
It's immoral and illegal.
You're a multimillionaire who may become
a billionaire producing murder.
I'm done with Hollywood.
I'm going direct to my audience,
Can I go now?
Who the hell is this guy?
What have you got, Eddie?
American.
Arrested one year ago
in San Miguel, El Salvador.
Killed three men.
Awaiting death sentence.
Thank you, God.
I thought you wanted an Arab.
Forget the Arab.
I got this guy. He's perfect.
With anti-Americanism
rampant all over the globe...
people are gonna love
to hate this cowboy.
Clean him up.
Let's bring him down.
Get him on a plane.
Come here. Give me the key.
I'll do you a deal. Hey, come back.
Americano, huh?
Big boy.
Gonna cut you like
sazizza, capito?
So where they pull you from?
Put a muzzle in it, boy.
- You're already boring me.
- Who you callin' "boy"?
"Ewan McStarley.
London, England.
Four years, Special Forces.
Three peacekeeping tours
through Africa.
Set fire to a village in Rwanda.
Executed 17 men, raped nine women."
Torture. Mutilation. Good stuff.
You ladies should
get along real good.
What in the fuck is wrong with you?
All in a day's work, Rasta.
Get this top off her.
We're in show business,
not a soup kitchen.
Where's my new guy?
The American.
Yank on that,
and after a 10-second delay...
boom.
Two:
Tamper with the rig, you mess with
the wires, you try and pick the lock...
instantly, without delay...
boom.
It's a very simple game.
Kill...
or die.
Choppers are coming.
Cons are on the way. We ready? Goldy?
What, are you kidding me?
Absolutely not.
- Bella?
- Yeah. I was born ready.
- Eddie?
- Good to go.
Bella, give me some
old-school rock and roll.
Goldy, our satellite gonna hold up?
Hey, no.
Bella, cue the music.
Eddie.
Take us live to the Web.
And each of you- dead.
Bite this.
Hey, gringo!
I'll look after your wife!
Okay. Give me 182-B.
That's genius, Goldy.
I tell you, man.
You're the best.
Say that again.
I'll be waiting for
your ass in the bush!
It's going to be a festa!
Breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Okay. You're up. Let's go.
Open up! Open your mouth!
I said open your mouth!
Put that in your mouth!
Get out of here.
- Oops.
- Oops?
That's no "oops."
That's a fuckup times 10.
Give me this.
Hey, idiots. Watch where
you're tossing these guys.
I got a fucking show to put on.
Open up.
Open your mouth.
Come on.
Open your fuckin' mouth.
- Goddamn it!
- He never saw that coming.
You dumb son of a bitch!
Eddie, talk to me.
We got 'em all in a nice little cluster
on the south end of the island.
- Good.
- It's only a matter of time.
- Breck.
- Action. We got action.
Get me in there.
Bella, give me some music.
All right. What have we got?
We're on 23, 24, 31... all good angles.
We're on 23 now.
This is hard-fucking-core, man!
That's gotta hurt.
She's pulled it.
She's pulled it.
Sweet!
- That's what I'm talking about, people.
- Nice. Very nice.
Go to 112.
Right! Oh, bam! Five million!
- Listen up. People. Breck.
- What?
Five million users
have just logged on to the site.
Okay. Well, that's a start.
That's a start?
Well, what are you after?
You know how many households
watch the Super Bowl?
- Yeah, like 40 million.
- Right. That's what I'm after.
- Well, that's impossible.
- Yeah, really?
You wait till the blogs and chat rooms...
start hyping the fact that this
right-wing dirtbag just got wasted live...
by a hot African chick
with a nice rack.
Trust me, Goldy.
The Internet... it's wildfire.
Good work.
You trackin' me?
Are you following me?
No, ese.
Partner, you can move on
or things are gonna get a little rough.
Easy, ese.
I'm looking for my wife.
That's all I want.
My Rosa.
Gringo, try this.
This shit is fucked up.
Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
- What's your coverage here?
- Cluster-cam set.
Got three additional cameras
in this location.
Let's spice it up then, huh?
Slice and dice.
Yeah. I'm slicing and dicing.
Do I tell you how to do your job?
Thanks.
Calm down, homey.
Get down.
- Nice.
- I love this Japanese dude.
Come on. Who's your money on?
Who do you like?
Guys, could you please go back to your space,
'cause this is kind of like my space.
Come on, nigga.
Motherfucker!
Lovely day, don't you think?
No, you settle down, son.
Bit lively this morning,
ain't we, tiger?
I saw you fight the spade.
Pretty ballsy for
Dinner in 30.
Hello?
Sarah Cavanaugh?
Yes.
This is Special Agent Wilkins
of the FBI.
I need to ask you a few questions
about Jack Riley.
Hey. You're early.
Mike, can I get on your computer?
- Sure.
- You got high-speed, right?
- Why? What is it?
- It's Jack.
Come on. Come on.
- What's goin' on?
- It's loading.
What do you see? Come on.
What is it?
They want my credit card.
- Okay.
- What you got?
Jack.
- Holy shit. That's Jack.
- Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.
"KKK member"?
- Hey. What's it say?
- Wait.
What's it say?
"Bombed a clinic for the handicapped
and the mentally retarded"?
- "Fled to El Salvador."
- El Salvador?
It's all lies.
I gotta see this.
Try the live stream.
Paco.
Very romantic.
I can't remember. Did I tell you
how sexy I thought your missus was?
Come on, Mr. Angry.
Speed, baby!
That's what that is!
Come on!
Paco!
There he is!
Fuck! Move it!
- He's out! He's out!
- Go! Go!
Hi. May I speak
to Agent Brad Wilkins?
- I'm sorry. He's in a meeting.
- It's urgent.
All right. Riley's contacted
Sarah Cavanaugh with a coordinate.
The island's somewhere
on the seventh parallel.
I got it right here.
Please tell me that
we're gonna do something.
Jack Riley did a year
in a Salvadorean prison.
Interrogation.
Torture.
He never gave up a word.
All to protect you...
his country.
What a woman like you do
to end up here?
Plenty.
You know we're gonna die.
I fight till the end.
This is the end.
Wake up and have a cup.
Are you okay?
Threw me from the chopper.
I landed wrong.
How's that feel?
Awful. Just awful.
Stop, please. Stop.
- You want me to stop?
- Oh, yeah, stop.
Hello.
I think they're gonna get it on.
You say the last time
you trusted a woman...
you ended up on death row.
What happened?
Well, get this.
I'm bein' transferred to Folsom.
A stroke of luck.
You're out!
You like that, Yank?
Yo, Yank.
I got you down as military...
like myself.
Special Forces, SAS.
Me and you, we got a lot in common.
We got nothin' in common,
you and me.
That disappoints me.
That makes you soft.
But not me.
I'm the real deal.
This... I'm gonna do for you.
Burn, baby, burn!
Game on.
- What is that place?
- I don't know.
Conrad.
Get up!
Come on!
Go around!
Shit.
- You gotta be kiddin' me.
- Try me.
Bull's-eye!
Come on, Yank!
Show yourself!
Get me inside that bunker.
Show yourself! I'll put this
right through your fuckin' heart.
Son of a bitch.
Get up.
Get up. Come on.
Come on, Yank!
Oh, God.
That's great.
Torched the cameras.
Both my cameras are torched.
I got nothin' left inside.
Run, baby. Go. Go.
Yeah!
Give me your hand.
What are you doing?
Hey, kid.
Holy shit! It's Jack!
Yeah! Yeah!
All right!
Let's go, sweetheart.
Let's go.
Just you and me.
Let's dance, asshole.
Not today.
He won't, man.
He won't jump.
Fuck it.
- Okay, so where are they?
- I'm looking.
- Come on.
- I'm looking.
Where are they? Find 'em.
For God's sake. What, you don't
have a camera down there?
Do I look like Jacques Cousteau?
I don't do underwater caves.
- Hence, dead spots.
- Eddie, what do you have?
I got nothin'.
For Christ's sakes.
Found him.
He's in the canyon.
I've got angles, lots of angles.
Get the live unit down there.
Where's my boy McStarley?
Yes. Happy days.
Now for the big finish.
You helped this maniac
the entire time...
manipulated the whole thing.
He puts on a good show.
I threw him a bone.
Hey, Yank!
You lookin' for me,
you piece of shit?
You dance, Yank?
Let's see you dance now!
- Come on, you fucker!
- Cocksucker.
Show yourself!
I'll blow your fuckin' balls off!
Fuck you.
- Shit.