02x03 - Devil in the Outfield

[bunniefuu]

- 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 k*ll.

Victor panicked?

No, just bad luck.

Stadiums are mazes,
and he's cornered himself.

That Ford is so c*ck.

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?
- f*cking bail laws

turned this city back
to the '80s.

Get your sh*t 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 f*ck out of here!

Bye, Felicia.
Get going, b*tch.

Guys like that ruin this city.

Yeah.

: I almost
chose the ones you're wearing.