01x14 - What's Old is New Again

[bunniefuu]

Only reason I agreed to this sh*t

is 'cause I thought I was dying.

You were dying.

No money, no career, no future.

When was the last time you really lived?

I brought you back to life.

Ah, screw it. I'm going to the cops.

Yeah, to tell them what?

You don't know my real name,
where I am, or how to find me.

Conversely, I not only
know a lot about you,

I know a lot about your wife.

Like where she's been every moment

since the hunt started.

In fact, I have a dear friend
looking after her as we speak.

My wife never agreed to this game.

Hunters can't go near her.

Ah, it isn't a hunter. It's
a dear friend of yours.

Who knows you best?

Your habits, your running routine?

Your water stash at the Carrington?

Looger.

In your best friend, we found a man

who watched you enter
a white collar world

while his collar remained
a permanent shade of blue.

You borrow his last penny,
he never gets a cent back.

He-he's angry. And desperate.

50 grand to drug your water.

Oh, God.

Mm, God isn't organized
enough to pull off what I do.

Fake cops following you for weeks,

waiting for you to collapse.

Fraudulent doctors, bogus orderlies.

I spent a fortune getting
you into this hunt,

and if you think you can punch out

just because things aren't
exactly how they seemed,

then think again.

Besides, now you really
have something to fight for,

considering you have
decades more to live...

provided, of course, that you
survive the next 90 minutes.

You're insane.

All the greats are.

I understand you literally ran
into my associate, Connell,

in the projects.

He says you now have a g*n.
g*ns are against the rules.

Well, rules are out the window, as*h*le.

Okay, have it your way.

I'll notify the remaining hunters

that g*ns are now permitted.

It's only fair.

Nothing about this has been fair.

I admit, your entry into this game

was not exactly forthright,

but the objective remains the same.

You make it till sunrise, you win.

Trust me on that.

I'm a man of my word.

- Hello?
- Hello.

You have a collect call from...

- Val, it's me, pick up!
- Will you accept the charges?

- I accept the charges!
- Val.

Dodge! Are you okay?

Val, listen. Are you with Looger?

Yeah, he's right here.

Let me talk to him.

Can he hear me?

What? N-No.

Give me the phone. I'll go get him.

Okay, listen,

we... we were lied to.

I'm not sick. I don't have cancer.

- What do you mean?
- I can't explain right now,

but we're both in danger,
and Looger's a part of it.

Do you understand? You
got to get away from him.

Now you go to where I proposed to you,

- and I'll be there in 15 minutes.
- Yes, but...

No-no-no, Val, you got to go now.

O-Okay.

What'd he say? Where is he?

- He said he's coming here.
- That's great.

Thank God.

I think I'm gonna get some fresh air.

This has all just been too much...

No way.

I don't want you out of my sight.

Let's just wait for Dodge.

Okay.

Do you have any tea?

I think I just need something
to calm my nerves.

I got chamomile.

It'll just take a sec.

Yeah, Connell?

I'm recommending termination.

Oh, are you?

Tynes is a wild card now.

The investors are aware;
that puts us all at risk.

In the 2,000 years since
these games began,

since the bravest Roman
tiros shunned the Coliseums

for purer competition,

we have never ceased a
game prior to conclusion.

And I'm not about to have the
history of what's been built

over millennia, die on my watch!

We just have to motivate
our runner a little more.

Make sure he understands

there is a price to
pay if he goes rogue.

Mrs. Tynes?

You all right?

- Officer Watkins.
- Heh.

Thank God.

You're gonna come with us now.

- No.
- Come on.

- No! Help!
- Hey!

Stop!

Hey! Don't go and get her k*lled, Dodge.

I got a message for you from Miles.

He says "Finish what you started".

Get your hands off my wife.

It's not just your wife
I got in my hands, hmm?

- Dodge.
- Val.

Just finish the hunt!

No!

Mrs. Tynes.

Please don't hurt me.

Hurt you? Heavens, no, of course not.

There's no need for those.

Please. Sit.

For the baby's sake.

You've been through a lot.

Are you gonna hurt my husband?

Me? No, I'm not going to hurt him.

Please.

Who are you?

Well, you can call me Miles.

And let me say I'm sorry
things played out like this.

Collaterals are rarely involved.

They almost never learn the truth.

Typically, you would have
already received a visit

from the police informing
you your husband

was m*rder*d, mugging gone
wrong, something like that.

No... he's not really police.

We tapped your phone so we can redirect

outgoing calls. So when
you called the cops,

you reached us, and we sent over

Officer Watkins here.

Well, bottom line,

you would have received a large amount

of untraceable cash,

mmm, explained away as
a massive insurance policy

Dodge never told you about;

something he purchased
back in the salad days.

But...

your husband turned out to be
tougher prey than we're used to.

Prey?

Yeah. You see, he's being hunted.

In a game that I construct
and orchestrate.

He... he agreed to participate.

To run for his life.

For all three of your lives.

Why?

Because I wanted him to.

You and your husband are alike.

You both think you can fight back.

Changing up your look,
trying to stay warm...

Now, why would Dodge's
daddy's old car plant light up

like Chinese New Year? Unless...

He's inviting us in.

All right, assholes.

Come and get me.