[Carl Lucas has just been brought to what was once called the Death Match arena, and is being congratulated by R. H. Weyland, the boss of Weyland International, who standing behind the gates above the arena and letting out a very big laugh]
Lucas: Okay, what did I do?
R. H. Weyland: You won! To the victor belongs the spoils.
Lucas: Okay, so what does that mean? [Weyland points at the open entrance and Lucas sees Katrina Banks being brought into the arena by a female prison guard] What is this?
Weyland: In ancient Rome, the winning gladiator was the recipient of gifts. A show of gratitude from the powers that be for a job well done. She's yours. [sees a sign of romance beginning to blossom between Lucas and Katrina] Mm-hmm. Do with her what you please. [laughs]
Lucas: Is that right? And who the hell are you?
Weyland: I'm Caesar. [turns around and exits the arena, leaving Lucas and Katrina alone to their own business]
Katrina: You know, they're probably watching.
Lucas: Mm-hmm. Listening, too, I guess.
Katrina: Some kind of game they're playing.
Lucas: Yeah, probably betting on what we'll do next.
Katrina: Option A, they're trying to get us closer so they can use one of us against the other.
Lucas: Uh-huh. Option B being, maybe, put a wedge between us, so we mess up on the track?
Katrina: I guess we just do what they want, and leave the rest for later.
Lucas: You playing me?
Katrina: [gets much closer to Lucas] Doesn't matter.
Lucas: [gets much closer to Katrina] No. It doesn't.
[The two share a kiss with each other, and they start to make love. Katrina lets out a very loud giggle as she and Lucas continue to make love with each other. The scene shifts to Lucas and Katrina making love on a blanket on top of what was once called the Death Match bus]
Lucas: Okay, what did I do?
R. H. Weyland: You won! To the victor belongs the spoils.
Lucas: Okay, so what does that mean? [Weyland points at the open entrance and Lucas sees Katrina Banks being brought into the arena by a female prison guard] What is this?
Weyland: In ancient Rome, the winning gladiator was the recipient of gifts. A show of gratitude from the powers that be for a job well done. She's yours. [sees a sign of romance beginning to blossom between Lucas and Katrina] Mm-hmm. Do with her what you please. [laughs]
Lucas: Is that right? And who the hell are you?
Weyland: I'm Caesar. [turns around and exits the arena, leaving Lucas and Katrina alone to their own business]
Katrina: You know, they're probably watching.
Lucas: Mm-hmm. Listening, too, I guess.
Katrina: Some kind of game they're playing.
Lucas: Yeah, probably betting on what we'll do next.
Katrina: Option A, they're trying to get us closer so they can use one of us against the other.
Lucas: Uh-huh. Option B being, maybe, put a wedge between us, so we mess up on the track?
Katrina: I guess we just do what they want, and leave the rest for later.
Lucas: You playing me?
Katrina: [gets much closer to Lucas] Doesn't matter.
Lucas: [gets much closer to Katrina] No. It doesn't.
[The two share a kiss with each other, and they start to make love. Katrina lets out a very loud giggle as she and Lucas continue to make love with each other. The scene shifts to Lucas and Katrina making love on a blanket on top of what was once called the Death Match bus]
[Carl Lucas has just been brought to what was once called the Death Match arena, and is being congratulated by R. H. Weyland, the boss of Weyland International, who standing behind the gates above the arena and letting out a very big laugh]
Lucas : Okay, what did I do?
R. H. Weyland : You won! To the victor belongs the spoils.
Lucas : Okay, so what does that mean? [Weyland points at the open entrance and Lucas sees Katrina Banks being brought into the arena by a female prison guard] What is this?
Weyland : In ancient Rome, the winning gladiator was the recipient of gifts. A show of gratitude from the powers that be for a job well done. She's yours. [sees a sign of romance beginning to blossom between Lucas and Katrina] Mm-hmm. Do with her what you please. [laughs]
Lucas : Is that right? And who the hell are you?
Weyland : I'm Caesar. [turns around and exits the arena, leaving Lucas and Katrina alone to their own business]
Katrina : You know, they're probably watching.
Lucas : Mm-hmm. Listening, too, I guess.
Katrina : Some kind of game they're playing.
Lucas : Yeah, probably betting on what we'll do next.
Katrina : Option A, they're trying to get us closer so they can use one of us against the other.
Lucas : Uh-huh. Option B being, maybe, put a wedge between us, so we mess up on the track?
Katrina : I guess we just do what they want, and leave the rest for later.
Lucas : You playing me?
Katrina : [gets much closer to Lucas] Doesn't matter.
Lucas : [gets much closer to Katrina] No. It doesn't.
[The two share a kiss with each other, and they start to make love. Katrina lets out a very loud giggle as she and Lucas continue to make love with each other. The scene shifts to Lucas and Katrina making love on a blanket on top of what was once called the Death Match bus]
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