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[flames whooshing]

[dramatic music plays]

♪

Hey, boss, you might want to get the checkbook out.

I am seconds away from securing another W.

[loud explosion]

I gotta call you back.

♪

Now, unless you got scuba gear in there,

you're gonna run out of air real soon.

Like, I can wait, Victor.

♪

[groans]

[grunts]

Oh, what's this? You want to play

Rocky versus Apollo Creed?

Irish/Puerto Rican version?

Bit of "Why, I oughta," huh?

I'll make it fair, huh?

- [choking] - Look, you're safe now.

It's night-night time.

Just go to sleep.

[Taft grunting]

[coughing]

[coughing]

♪

[phone chimes]

[beeping]

JOSIE: Hey!

Where's Timur?

No idea what you're talking about.

Bullshit. You've seen me walking through here

every day for the past six months.

Never saw you, and don't know anyone named Timur.

Hey! The back warehouse is empty.

Where the hell did everyone go?

Suggest you get your friend out of my face

before there's a problem.

There's already a problem, and it's yours.

'Cause I've seen the cars you have moving in and out of here,

half of them hotter than pique sauce, eh, papi?

Paco D know what you're doing?

'Cause everyone in this neighborhood knows

Paco D controls everything up to the water,

so what's he gonna say when he finds out

you ain't been kickin' up?

You'll keep your mouth shut.

Don't try to scare me.

You're a second-rate chop shopper, not a killer.

But Paco is, and he likes me.

I beat up girls at PS 48 that made fun of his sister

with the lazy eye.

Timur came out of nowhere. About half a year ago.

Six figures cash

to rent the back space and not ask questions.

[intense music playing]

♪

Are you out of your mind?

Maybe.

Now I need another ride.

MILES: And you'll tell me immediately,

especially if it's any information

involving our runner and the authorities.

I don't care about the protocol.

Anything Tech comes across comes to me first,

not the Board.

Are we clear? Good.

Is it over?

Quite the contrary.

Victor's out of the subway system, but Taft's not moving.

Did he kill another one?

Apparently. Or wounded him badly.

Unbelievable.

This guy doesn't make it out of the first round

of his past four bouts, and suddenly no one

can take him down?

Gambling Division will want confirmation on Taft.

Where-Where's Connell?

I texted him,

but service is spotty in the tunnels.

- [phone rings] - Ah.

Connell. Hello.

[whooshing through phone]

What's that noise?

Putting out fires.

Literally

and figuratively.

Well, is Taft dead?

No.

It seems Mr. Suero used some sort of homemade chloroform

to knock him out.

He's quite resourceful.

Yes, he is. Let's just hope he's as adept

at avoiding the police.

He seems capable.

Well, he's still running on adrenaline.

But his life as he knows it, it's gone.

He'll try to change his appearance...

...try to disappear.

Attempt to hide in the obscurest of nooks.

[melancholy music playing]

♪

[phone chimes]

Endeavor to dissolve into crowds.

But as the hours pass, he'll realize,

though he might temporarily avoid the pack,

momentarily dodge death,

there's one thing he can't escape:

his heart.

His whole reason for agreeing to the hunt

was to protect Josie;

more daughter than sister, really.

He couldn't leave her behind in that fire

all those years ago, but now he has abandoned her

in order to save her.

But he'll feel that pull,

and that will eventually be his undoing.

[siren whoops]

You sure this is the right thing to do?

I don't want Victor to get into more trouble than he's in.

All I know is he had an agreement

to fix a fight for money, but then he steals money instead,

and then the people he made the agreement with

just disappear?

[phone ringing]

He's in deep shit.

I don't think it's possible for us to make it worse.

Hello?

VICTOR: Hey, it's me.

Victor! Where are you?

I thought I could pull it off.

I thought I could get the money we needed...

you'd be okay, and tomorrow morning it'd be over.

Wh-What would be over? I don't understand.

I'm so sorry I did this, okay?

I just want you to know I didn't leave you.

Why are you talking like this? Listen...

Let me speak to him.

The cops could come after you.

Everyone's coming after me.

Who? Timur?

This was all planned out. There was a plan, Victor.

What's going on? Victor!

He hung up. Come on.

He's in a taxi and has a phone.

He was talking to someone.

He must have used the cabbie's phone

'cause nothing on his red cell came through.

Where are we on the driver's phone?

Still searching for location.

It's six inches from Victor in the front goddamn seat!

How hard is this?

GREEN: Its digital location, sir.

And... we have it.

Cloning it now.

I'm in.

Cab's WAZE account

has them heading toward...

Staten Island.

Staten Island?

What the hell is he planning on doing in Staten Island?

[birds singing]

CABBIE: That's as far as I go.

Technically, this road is closed off.

Here you go.

Yo.

You doing urban exploring and shit, be careful.

'Cause this place been closed since '72.

Heard a guy fell through an elevator shaft

and died in there.

Good to know.

[phone chimes]

[beeping]

Enjoy Staten Island, fellas.

ROLAND: You know, with everything

you just told me, you opened yourself up

to criminal liability... on several counts.

I don't give a shit, I just want to find my brother.

You know, if you're trying

to scare this kid, she don't rattle.

Well, if she's not worried to lying to a detective

- during an open investigation... - I haven't lied to you.

Really? You said Timur

and his guys were Russian, right?

I said they sounded Russian.

So here's the thing.

I've been an organized crime

gang unit detective for 16 years.

I know every outfit

that operates out of Hunt's Point,

for 20 blocks in any direction.

There ain't no Russians or Poles or Bulgarians anywhere.

That's Coney Island shit, not here.

Look, sweetheart,

you sure you're not just

trying to protect your brother by trying to pin

whatever he's doing on some made-up thugs?

If it's so made up, explain this.

How the hell do we have over $3 million

in a checking account that as of yesterday

was nearly empty?

And if I was dirty, why the fuck would I show you?

Hey, it's Roland. I need you down in the office.

No, I-I want to put a BOLO out on a Victor Suero ASAP.

No, no, no, we need to help him, not arrest him.

Look, the only way I can help him

is by having him picked up and brought in

so we can figure out what's going on here.

'Cause if what you're saying is true, about this money,

Victor's safest in custody.

[birds singing]

[tense music playing]

Come here.

♪

It's okay.

He's, uh, he's friendly.

[dog growling] [shushing]

Good girl, Katie girl.

[Katie growling]

[barks]

Now, Katie girl... [growling]

Kill!

[barking]

[chuckling]

Oh, that's a good girl.