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- It's okay.

She's, uh... she's friendly.

You can pet her if you'd like.

Come on.

Are you having the time of your life, Victor?

I know I am.

Oh. I love this game.

I know, I know, that's basketball,

but the hunt is special, right?

Little bit about me,

so you can know the man who kills you.

Used to work on Wall Street.

At 18, my father got me an entry-level job

on the commodities floor.

Wanted me to learn from the ground up.

I did.

I was a millionaire by 20.

By 30, I bought his firm and fired him.

And then I shut the whole thing down just to piss him off.

See, the money didn't matter to me, Vic.

It was the rush of the job that hooked me, the stakes.

The money was...

just a way to the next adrenaline spike.

- Oh.

Five. Six.

Seven. Eight.

Nine. Ten.

Row ten, section 114.

Sir, an update. There was almost an immediate engagement.

Shortening the head start

was an excellent move-- instant adrenaline. What else?

The runner has ceased moving.

Ford never got close enough to inflict injury.

Assume it's hide-and-seek.

They all try to hide early on.

Then they try to outrun, then they try to fight back.

You can set your watch to it.

There's minimal traffic. I'll be there soon.

Yeah, keep me posted.

Beautiful day for a game.

I don't understand. Why is it invoiced for next week?

It's strawberries, out of season.

And I know he's got two vendors that'll pay in advance.

Don't play games. We need 'em. You got to buy 'em.

Okay, fine. I'm getting the cash.

What the hell?

Are you at control?

Minutes away. Why?

You're gonna want to track this.

Ford might set the record for fastest kill.

Victor panicked?

No, just bad luck.

Stadiums are mazes, and he's cornered himself.

That Ford is so cocky.

I would hate for him to win again.

Does he have a new whip?

Nastier than ever.

Hernandez.

Gooden.

Piazza.

Look on the bright side, Victor.

You'll die where the legends roamed.

Blind eye makes it hard to see

what's coming from the left, huh, pal?

Yeah. Oh.

- Here's the good news, Victor.

When this wraps your neck,

it'll cut right through your jugular.

Just a few moments of terror, and you won't be scared anymore.

Green, give me an update.

He's out.

There you go, champ.

How Tina could leave this guy on the reject pile is beyond me.

Yeah? Connell?

- Did we lose Ford?

It is yet to be determined.

- What the hell does that mean?

It means he's currently hanging from a noose,

but he's trying to cut himself free.

Based on his coloring,

he'll live or die in a matter of seconds.

He survived.

Next stop is Willets Point.

Next stop 111.

Stand clear of the closing doors.

Oh.

Monroe is in the same car with him.

Ding, ding, Victor. Round two.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm in recovery.

Now, I-I don't want any handouts, okay? I...

I just want to entertain.

Any donations are appreciated.

No, no, no. He's got a box cutter.

- He's got a box cutter. - It's for protection.

What'd he say? - Fucking bail laws

turned this city back to the '80s.

Get your shit out of here, man.

Get to another car, brother.

Can't you see we're trying to have some

fun-time music hour up in here?

People like you make me have to carry this thing.

Uh-huh, yeah? Get the fuck out of here!

Bye, Felicia. Get going, bitch.

Guys like that ruin this city.

Yeah.

: I almost chose the ones you're wearing.