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COP: I understand you won't give us your name.

Whatever.

I'm sure your prints are in the system

- somewhere. - Hey, man,

uh, I'm just going to holding, right? I-I'm not convicted

of anything? Is...

Can I keep that on me?

Bail hearings start in about 45 minutes.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.

Come on, let's go.

[phone dings]

Oh. Sounds like you got a text.

You want me to respond for you?

[laughs]

[ominous music plays]

MILES: The Tiro Fund has never presented

an opportunity like this before.

[scoffs] The...

It is completely within my authority

as game orchestrator to make necessary adjustments

as situations arise throughout a hunt. D...

Nothing here violates

any rules or bylaws.

I assure you.

Excellent.

Um, so, if you want to take advantage

of my unprecedented offer,

there's a very specific way you'll need to proceed.

ROLAND: Victor Suero was just arrested in Brooklyn.

How long ago?

Within the hour.

What happened? Is he okay?

He's in the 60th precinct.

- Okay, let's go. - Uh...

We're coming down there to bail him out.

With what? Bail will be steep,

and we've obtained a civil forfeiture order freezing

that bank account of theirs

until we can find out where that money came from.

We might not be able to bail him out.

- Let's just go. - Just hang on a minute, okay?

Okay, I'm gonna try to find a place

- to help me post bail. - Fuck this.

Sure, if that's what you want to do.

Can you give me the rundown

- of a couple places to call? - Yeah.

JUDGE: So,

according to your prints on file

with the state boxing commission,

your name is Victor Suero, is that correct?

Yeah. [door closes]

JUDGE: You've been charged with

theft of a motorized vehicle-- namely, a boat--

resisting arrest, grand larceny.

Judge, look, either you lock me up in solitary

or something where no one can get me, huh? Or you let me go.

You are not to address the court unless the court

addresses you.

Now, I don't see legal counsel,

so unless you can afford your own,

the state will arrange for a lawyer

to be provided free of charge. [door opens]

Actually, Your Honor, I'm Mr. Suero's attorney.

Clive Nixon, Esquire. Public Defenders Office.

Apologies for my tardiness. New York traffic and all.

A moment to confer with my client?

Do you know a Mr. Dupree?

- He's my boss. - Well, he's a good one

because he's just taken care of your bail.

I'll have you out of here in no time.

[dramatic music plays]

If you don't mind me saying, you're a bit jumpy.

Had a hell of a day.

[phone rings]

I think you need to answer that.

How the hell is this connected to your car?

MILES: Hello, Victor.

Congratulations on having made it this far.

Further than many who have come before you.

You play with tenacity--

something your friend Nixon

and I both appreciate.

But something else we appreciate

is fidelity. Fidelity to the rules. And you broke one

when you got yourself arrested.

No, no, no. I ran.

Yeah, I'm well aware, but rules are rules.

Technically, you violated one the moment you were handcuffed,

ensuring the game will continue

until your eventual death.

That's where this fancy fuck's taking me?

To kill me?

That is up to you.

The rule exists so runners don't intentionally

get themselves incarcerated to avoid hunters.

No, you-you didn't do that.

As you said, you ran.

You violated the letter of the law

but not its spirit, and for that reason

The Tiro Fund believes you should be given options.

Now, you could have Nixon

pull over right now, drop you off,

and you'd be hunted perpetually,

as required by game canon.

And to make things more equitable, there is a passport

in the glove box with a new identity and $5,000 cash.

Get to an airport or a freighter,

get yourself overseas, start a new life,

hope to God never to be found out.

Though I don't know why you would think another country

is any safer than America.

Look, our-our hunters

are nothing if not persistent.

The longest anyone ever lasted,

I think, is 84 days,

every moment of them spent terrified,

looking over his shoulder, until the day you look

and you see death approaching.

What's behind door number two?

Nixon will take you to a location

which I scrambled to procure and prepare.

There, you will enter a room with him.

You will move to the far end of said room.

Nixon will stand in front of the only means of escape--

the door through which you entered--

then you engage.

Nixon, of course, will have

his usual in-game weaponry.

- Which is? - Ah, tut-tut-tut-tut.

You'll find that out when the time comes.

Now, if Nixon kills you, well, game is over.

If you get through that door,

your violation's forgiven

and the game resumes immediately.

You've made it more than halfway through this hunt.

Make it to sunrise, and...

you'll have unimaginable riches

and the rest of your life and Josie's life ahead of you.

Even if I beat this guy, as soon as

I step outside that door, there's gonna be other lunatics

- waiting for me there. - No.

The other competitors remain outside

a four-square-mile perimeter,

and upon your escape from Nixon,

should it occur, all three of them are released.

- There's four left. - No, uh,

Tyler's deceased.

Who the hell's Tyler?

The dog handler. Apparently

he drowned trying to save his canine.

Ironically, the dog made it to shore.

If you escape

and Nixon's still alive,

he'll have to wait one hour to pursue,

otherwise he's right on your heels--

where's the sportsmanship in that?

So, basically, I can

get out of James Bond's car right now

and never see him again,

but I have to be chased by three killers

for the rest of my life,

or I walk into Thunderdome and-and hope I walk out.

A perfect summation. I await your answer.

Can I have a moment?

Sure. You have ten seconds.

Yeah, I'll fight Prince Charles.

[chuckles] I knew you were the perfect choice.

See you soon. [phone beeps]

So, how much you pay for a shot to kill me?

I received a discount because the hunt's half over,

but a gentleman never discusses matters of money.

You know, I have to say, I didn't initially

bid aggressively on this particular hunt

because I worried your optical impairment

would result in a minimal challenge for me,

but I see now that I was wrong.

You're a warrior, Mr. Suero.

I'm quite thrilled with how things have played out.

It will be a true honor to either kill you

or to die at your hand.

We're going to be in the car for quite a while.

Enjoy the music. [radio clicks on]

[classical music plays]