No Exit

No!

- Look at America, a sea of violence and bloodshed.

Oh, we blame it on declining morality

and television, the movies.

You know what?

We're right.

For all the wrong reasons.

No!

No!

- We need to offer a real outlet for those dark impulses.

Television tries and pretends to understand.

But like that pretty girl that only wants to hold hands.

It's nice.

But face facts.

We just wanna fuck!

No!

- Real death is one of the only things that has any impact

on our tired, over-sophisticated nervous systems.

We need to feel that age-old rush of adrenaline

as we fight for our lives,

knowing that one mistake could end it all on the fly.

Dave, Dave, I've lost camera 12.

- Overload on ground feeds, switch to bypass.

Go to seven and four.

Alright, let's get this over with.

On air in five, four, three, two, one.

Here we go.

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to No Exit.

This is the start of a brand new tournament

featuring the master of mayhem,

the current champion, Darcona.

Hank, give me camera five, now!

I got it.

Alright, camera three, stay with it, stay with it.

Get me camera two, bring up two.

The service is simple, Mr. Chang.

You subscribe to the channel.

We deliver the box that unscrambles the signal.

When we're ready to go to air,

we call you one hour ahead of time.

Move to the right, move in closer!

Camera two, goddamit, move in camera two!

- Yes, a million dollars is a lot of money,

but we provide superior entertainment value.

- Goddamit camera five, on Darcona, now now now!

Oh shit, I missed the whole damn thing!

I'm fucking trying here.

Yes, always to the death.

We guarantee it.

We've just begun a new tournament.

Eight days of nonstop action.

Camera three, tighter on Darcona.

- We operate out of an old mining compound

in the Arctic.

We bought it through a corporate shell

from the Canadian government.

Okay camera five, stay on him,

stay tight, stay tight.

Camera three, don't lose him.

- No discounts, no money back, no guarantees.

It's the nature of the beast, Mr. Chang.

After all, all our competitions are to the death.

Stay on him, don't lose him.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Alright, stay close, follow the hand.

Alright, now to his face.

Yeah!

I'll have a man there tomorrow,

and you'll have the money for me?

Yes.

Excellent, Mr. Chang.

And cutting feed.

Three, two, one.

Yeah!

Mr. Hakeem?

Yes.

No Exit.

Houston Armstrong.

I understand you were interested in the quality

of our competitors.

Are they good?

Of course we offer nothing

but the highest caliber professionals.

We comb the planet looking for just the right people

to appear on No Exit.

My recruiters work 24 hours a day.

Armstrong.

We got him.

How was he?

Strong, fast,

everything a world champion kickboxer should be.

An excellent choice sir.

He'll make a fine competitor.

Fine.

Bring him to me, Mr. Tayback.

We're traveling sir.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Ethics and Application?

Got the right class.

How much money you got on you, rich boy?

Excuse me?

- I said rich boy, how much money you got on you.

Who the hell are you?

Nice clothes, clean cut.

I figured a hundred bucks on you easy, maybe two hundred.

Listen to me, you don't wanna do this.

And why's that, rich boy?

- Because I'm a third degree black belt in Taekwondo.

Is that so, rich boy?

You think you're gonna kick the shit outta me, huh?

You think you're tough?

What if I don't give a shit if you're tough huh?

What if I'm just gonna rip your nose right off

that schoolboy chickenshit face of yours?

- I told you, I'm a third degree black belt in Taekwondo.

Yeah yeah, you're Bruce Fucking Lee.

Listen, Mr. Lee.

I don't believe you.

I think you're full of shit.

I think you're nothing but a rich college fucking jewboy.

What did you call me?

Well I'll be.

You are, aren't you?

You're a Jew.

Fuck, this is my lucky day, huh?

You gotta whole lot more than a hundred bucks

on you, don't you. Huh?

- I'm a third degree black belt in Taekwondo.

I am warning you not to pursue this course of action.

You're nothing but a chickenshit Jew.

Boy, this is gonna be fun.

I'm gonna stomp you all over this classroom.

You're gonna be nothing but a stain on the floor

when I'm done with you, just a little stain

for your little Jew friends.

Why don't you get the fuck out of here

before I break your neck?

You don't got the balls.

Come on, you fucking kyke,

let's see what you're made of, come on,

‘cause I'm gonna kick the shit out of you.

My name is Jason Samuels.

I'm a third degree black belt in Taekwondo.

If you attack me, I will defend myself.

I have given you due warning.

Warning?

You're warning me?

You fucking kyke.

The fuck do you think you are, huh, huh?

Turn on the lights.

The words I've just spoken are words

of hate, fear, and cowardice, words never to be spoken,

prompted by emotions never to be felt.

Mr. Samuels showed amazing restraint.

He should have kicked your ass professor.

I'll keep that in mind

when I'm grading your thesis, Miss Buckles.

Jason, I'm sorry to have to put you through that,

but that's what this course is all about.

I'm John Stoneman.

Professor.

Violence is never excusable.

At times in extreme cases, it may become necessary.

But violence is always unfortunate, always regrettable,

and always the last resort.

This course, Ethics and Physical Application,

is devoted to finding the way of the peaceful warrior,

to embracing the spirit of warriorism

while remaining passive in the face of aggression.

Jason, you did an excellent job today in not falling prey

to either my aggression or your own.

Over the next 30 weeks, you'll all be expected

to deliver a paper a week while completing a major exam

at the end of the year.

And in addition, there'll be training sessions

every other day.

Yes, I'm a tough professor.

Yes, the work load is heavy.

But at the end of this course, those of you

who work very hard will have attained their master's degree

and mastered their mind and their body.

Chapters one through four of Jenet to be read for tomorrow.

Chapters, not pages everyone.

Good first day, don't forget about the homework.

See you tomorrow, good night.

Jason, Jason.

Can I speak to you for a minute?

Sure professor.

- I hope you understand why I couldn't let you know

about what was gonna happen today.

I understand, Professor.

- I want to apologize for any pain or embarrassment

that my words may have caused you.

That's okay.

But you know, I would've kicked your butt, Professor.

Maybe.

It's been a long time

since I've had a serious confrontation,

so it's possible.