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You don't touch her.

What kind of piece of shit do you think I am, Swearow? I don't kill women.

If you get in my way, I will knock you the fuck out, so just stay clear of the

-line, okay, sweetheart?

You gonna cut me?

That's very West Side Story of you.

Now, normally I would torture you a little bit for turning you into some

degenerate huffer back there with the chloroform shit, but, you know, we don't

got a lot of time to fuck around or summarize, so... Ready, Huff?

Good. Because I think they just rang the bell.

Just let go.

You tried your best.

It's fine.

I'm warning you.

Like that's on you.

You're good. You're good. You're good, Josie.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You'll be okay. You'll be okay.

All right?

We're going to be there in seven minutes, all right, Josie? Hang in

Stay awake.

Stay awake, okay?

Mr. Suero, you should be in bed.

Victor, you had a perforated liver, three cracked ribs, multiple

and Suffolk PD's been by.

They want to ask you some questions.

You should be resting.

She'll be okay.

She's a strong kid.

Lost a lot of blood.

And she's B negative. Only 1 .5 % of the population has it. And we're low on O.

Thankfully, there was someone here getting sutures who matched her blood

Speak of the devil, and he'll appear.

Relax. The hunt's been over for hours.

I'm just thrilled I was able to help her.

It would have been tragic if anything had happened to Josie.

I wish to thank you.

You proved to be the most exhilarating of prey.

She's a fighter as well, isn't she?

Tracks you down all by herself.

Nearly sacrifices her life to save yours.

She would make the most excellent runner one day, don't you think?

Not in your fucking life.

Don't discount the possibility.

That's a part of her now.

It's in her blood.

Yeah. Victor, I'm so pleased to hear your sister's recuperating.

Collateral damage is something I do not take too well.

You'll be happy to hear most of your money is accounted for. The first few

million are sold.

Lost, frozen by the authorities.

We opened another account for you in Panama.

I don't want your money anymore.

I don't need it.

Be that as it may, you still have well over 20 million waiting for you if you

want it.

Well, it's not bad for a day's work, is it?

Enjoy your life, Victor.

Because you never know when the day you're living is actually in love.

Good morning, everybody.

Seems like we've concluded another successful and profitable hunt. It was,

wasn't it?

Was it successful because of how meticulously it was planned?

Oh, madam, I prep each outing to the most finite detail, but I

can't be expected to predict the unpredictable.

I don't know what Tina's been telling you, but I can promise that... She's

me nothing.

Except for the fact that the runner was her choice. And if there were any issues

with him, the blame should lay entirely with her.

Was it your decision to bring Nixon back into the game? To create an impromptu

death match?

I improvised. I was protecting the hunt.

You are activated.

An impulsive, emotional runner can bring an entire hunt crashing

down. In the past day, one almost did.

Swero was the wrong choice.

Don't mind. I need you to improvise one more time.

I need you to truly protect the hunt.

Is it necessary? It is.

Unless, perhaps, there are two problems that need to be dealt with.

Yes, okay, you can put that away. I'm in charge now.

What did you do?

I improvised.

This is my game, and I'm tired of being told how to run it.

There will be ramifications.

The board cares more about money than they care about vengeance.

No one can pull off what I pulled off in the past 24 hours. They won't touch me.

Tina, what's the keystone of the mental protege relationship?

Loyalty. Correct.

And loyalty will be rewarded.

How would you like? A promotion and a million dollars?

Okay.

Connell, you're the cleaner.

Clean it up.

No rest for the weary kiddo.

You have 90 days to find my next runner.