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1 What, so that's it? We're done?

I just dropped my quarter in the slot.

Taft.

Seems it's over before it started.

Kind of like sex with a Southie.

Your mom fill you in on what it's like?

- You are a child. - Nah.

All man. That's how your mom likes them.

I mean, half the Red Sox Nation jumped on that broad.

Fucking Nomar came out of retirement just to nail her.

Big Papi gave her the Big Sloppy.

- Yeah, my mother's dead. - Yeah? Good fucking riddance.

Miles, uh,

what happened to the subway?

Prom over already?

Did you receive a Conclusion Call?

- No. - Your game continues

until you receive a Conclusion Call.

Or until you wind up like Monroe.

Oh, snap, the French guy got roasted?

He was Haitian.

- Yeah, whatever, Cool Breeze. - Suero took out Monroe?

That's what the big dog said.

Geez, your dad gave you a hell of a hickey.

Derek Jeter's a pretty boy. Peace.

Hey! You little freak.

You left me swinging from that scaffold like a fucking piñata.

I am not permitted to interfere.

Hey, check my stats, chief.

I've poured more than half a billion

into this hunt over the years.

I'm not asking you to point out the prey,

but you could've cut me down so I could keep on playing.

No, I could not have.

But what I can do is offer some advice.

One, get a turtleneck.

Rope burn draws suspicion, jeopardizes the game.

Two, there are thousands of people wealthy enough

to engage in the hunt.

There are, however, very few that dispense

the specific service I provide The Tiro Fund.

You'd be wise not to force the board to choose between us.

Hey. Who was running the booth at this station?

I was.

Already gave my statement.

All right, well, quick follow-up question.

You see anyone leave who was injured?

Yeah, they carried him out on a stretcher.

Not the victim, Einstein.

Someone who was, you know, maybe a little bruised,

beaten up, that kind of thing.

No, and if I did, I would've told the first cop that asked.

All right, well, smoke up, ladies.

Okay, well, you tell forensics that they can dust my balls,

but they ain't gonna find anything

but their sister's prints.

From the 26th. Thinks the DOA is a student from Columbia.

All right, buddy, let's see if you're still down here.

Where the hell are you?

I-I'm scared now, Victor. Just come home.

Oh, shit.

See, that's just it, Josie, it doesn't make any sense.

Why steal that money, not use it, then disappear

a-and tell you to give it all back?

I have to tell you something.

I wasn't completely honest with you earlier.

Suero?

You in there?

That's all right. I'll do all the talking.

You got a while till the top of the hour

when the rest of the gang knows you're still here, so...

we got time.

Just the two of us.

♪ I see the crystal raindrops fall ♪

♪ And the beauty of it all ♪

♪ When the sun comes shining through ♪

♪ To make those rainbows in my mind ♪

♪ When I think of you sometimes ♪

♪ I want to spend some time with you ♪

♪ Just the two of us, Victor ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

♪ Just the two of us, Victor. ♪

Why did the board want you to come in?

What do they want? Are you in trouble?

Tina, please. Not now.

All my years running the game, I've never been called

from Mission Control while the hunt is active.

Is everything all right?

NYPD has Victor Suero on their radar.

How?

Tech intercepted a police report

filed at the 41st precinct.

It seems Suero robbed his employer.

Scared players have naively tried

to buy their way out of the game before.

No, no, no. No.

It happened before he agreed to play.

I can't be responsible for a runner's actions

prior to commencement. - You are responsible

for everything he has done, is doing and will do.

Want to know why?

Because over a billion's been invested in this event,

an event you are paid handsomely to oversee.

Because you are the keeper of a sport

that spans millennia, and with that comes a burden

to not fuck it up!

If Suero's arrested, the hunt resumes upon his release.

Which will be when?

After serving three to five years for grand larceny?

The hunt's integrity will be irreparably ruined.

The reputation of The Tiro Fund is paramount to me.

I have as much confidence in this runner's ability

as I had the day Tina presented him as her top selection,

and I have no choice but to trust my team's judgment.

I'm on top of this, I assure you.

You know, I saw some of your fights online.

You were pretty good, except for that bum peeper of yours.

You know, it sucks, 'cause you had potential

when you were younger, bro.

Not like me.

I was 14 when I did my first hit for the Irish mob.

By 16, I had five notches on my belt.

They used to call me Kid Smarts

'cause the cops couldn't get close.

See, I don't use guns, Vic.

All that ballistics, gunpowder residue,

none of that CSI bullshit's gonna get me pinched.

I just... I just fight, bro.

You know, I'm trained in all that Asian bullshit, too.

I know Muay Thai, judo, karate.

I even know the punchy-kicky shit from Tel Aviv.

See, normally, I'd just open that door

and I'd beat on you till you're so jacked up

you'd be thankful I choke you out,

but the thing is, Vic,

I don't know what's in that closet with you.

You could have... a small blowtorch,

a, uh, Skilsaw,

maybe some dumb shit like a broomstick or something,

but that ain't gonna work.

So I think the smartest thing for me to do

is to take care of you from this side.

See, I'm not into killing, Vic.

I'm not like these other psychos I'm competing with.

I'm what the hunt calls a proxy.

I was hired by some rich tycoon douche

from Back Bay to hunt for him.

See, he pays me an ass-load, and when I win,

he gets to keeps most of the prize money for himself

and some fruity trophy these Tiro dickbags hand out.

Look, bro, I'm just trying to make a living, Vic.

Just trying to make my nut.

So it ain't nothing personal, all right, Vic?

Come on, Vic, tell me you know it's not personal.

Fuck you.

Now, we could've ended this on a nice note, and you...

you fucking ruined it.

But hey...

no hard feelings, bro.

Fuck.

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

♪ Just the two of us ♪

This is your last chance, Victor.

♪ Just the two of us. ♪

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