02x05 - En Fuego

[bunniefuu]

What, so that's it? We're done?

I just dropped my
quarter in the slot.

Taft.

Seems it's over
before it started.

Kind of like sex with a Southie.

Your mom fill
you in on what it's like?

- You are a child.
- Nah.

All man. That's how
your mom likes them.

I mean, half the Red Sox
Nation jumped on that broad.

f*cking Nomar came out of
retirement just to nail her.

Big Papi gave her
the Big Sloppy.

- Yeah, my mother's dead.
- Yeah? Good f*cking riddance.

Miles, uh,

what happened to the subway?

Prom over already?

Did you receive a
Conclusion Call?

- No.
- Your game continues

until you receive
a Conclusion Call.

Or until you wind
up like Monroe.

Oh, snap, the French
guy got roasted?

He was Haitian.

- Yeah, whatever, Cool Breeze.
- Suero took out Monroe?

That's what the big dog said.

Geez, your dad gave
you a hell of a hickey.

Derek Jeter's a
pretty boy. Peace.

Hey! You little freak.

You left me swinging from that
scaffold like a f*cking piñata.

I am not permitted to interfere.

Hey, check my stats, chief.

I've poured more
than half a billion

into this hunt over the years.

I'm not asking you to
point out the prey,

but you could've cut me down
so I could keep on playing.

No, I could not have.

But what I can do is
offer some advice.

One, get a turtleneck.

Rope burn draws suspicion,
jeopardizes the game.

Two, there are thousands
of people wealthy enough

to engage in the hunt.

There are, however,
very few that dispense

the specific service I
provide The Tiro Fund.

You'd be wise not to force the
board to choose between us.

Hey. Who was running the
booth at this station?

I was.

Already gave my statement.

All right, well, quick
follow-up question.

You see anyone leave
who was injured?

Yeah, they carried him
out on a stretcher.

Not the victim, Einstein.

Someone who was, you know,
maybe a little bruised,

beaten up, that kind of thing.

No, and if I did, I would've
told the first cop that asked.

All right, well,
smoke up, ladies.

Okay, well, you tell forensics
that they can dust my ba*ls,

but they ain't
gonna find anything

but their sister's prints.

From the 26th. Thinks the DOA
is a student from Columbia.

All right, buddy, let's see
if you're still down here.

Where the hell are you?

I-I'm scared now,
Victor. Just come home.

Oh, sh*t.

See, that's just it, Josie,
it doesn't make any sense.

Why steal that money, not
use it, then disappear

a-and tell you to
give it all back?

I have to
tell you something.

I wasn't completely
honest with you earlier.

Suero?

You in there?

That's all right. I'll
do all the talking.

You got a while till
the top of the hour

when the rest of the g*ng
knows you're still here, so...

we got time.

Just the two of us.

♪ I see the crystal
raindrops fall ♪

♪ And the beauty of it all ♪

♪ When the sun comes
shining through ♪

♪ To make those
rainbows in my mind ♪

♪ When I think of
you sometimes ♪

♪ I want to spend
some time with you ♪

♪ Just the two of us, Victor ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

♪ Just the two of us, Victor. ♪

Why did the board
want you to come in?

What do they want?
Are you in trouble?

Tina, please. Not now.

All my years running the
game, I've never been called

from Mission Control
while the hunt is active.

Is everything all right?

NYPD has Victor
Suero on their radar.

How?

Tech intercepted a police report

filed at the 41st precinct.

It seems Suero
robbed his employer.

Scared players
have naively tried

to buy their way out
of the game before.

No, no, no. No.

It happened before
he agreed to play.

I can't be responsible
for a runner's actions

- prior to commencement.
- You are responsible

for everything he has
done, is doing and will do.

Want to know why?

Because over a billion's
been invested in this event,

an event you are paid
handsomely to oversee.

Because you are the
keeper of a sport

that spans millennia, and
with that comes a burden

to not f*ck it up!

If Suero's arrested, the hunt
resumes upon his release.

Which will be when?

After serving three to five
years for grand larceny?

The hunt's integrity will
be irreparably ruined.

The reputation of The Tiro
Fund is paramount to me.

I have as much confidence
in this runner's ability

as I had the day Tina presented
him as her top selection,

and I have no choice but to
trust my team's judgment.

I'm on top of
this, I assure you.

You know, I saw some
of your fights online.

You were pretty good, except
for that bum peeper of yours.

You know, it sucks,
'cause you had potential

when you were younger, bro.

Not like me.

I was 14 when I did my
first hit for the Irish mob.

By 16, I had five
notches on my belt.

They used to call me Kid Smarts

'cause the cops
couldn't get close.

See, I don't use g*ns, Vic.

All that ballistics,
gunpowder residue,

none of that CSI bullshit's
gonna get me pinched.

I just... I just fight, bro.

You know, I'm trained in all
that Asian bullshit, too.

I know Muay Thai, judo, karate.

I even know the punchy-kicky
sh*t from Tel Aviv.

See, normally, I'd
just open that door

and I'd beat on you
till you're so jacked up

you'd be thankful
I choke you out,

but the thing is, Vic,

I don't know what's in
that closet with you.

You could have...
a small blowtorch,

a, uh, Skilsaw,

maybe some dumb sh*t like
a broomstick or something,

but that ain't gonna work.

So I think the smartest
thing for me to do

is to take care of
you from this side.

See, I'm not into k*lling, Vic.

I'm not like these other
psychos I'm competing with.

I'm what the hunt calls a proxy.

I was hired by some
rich tycoon d*uche

from Back Bay to hunt for him.

See, he pays me an
a*s-load, and when I win,

he gets to keeps most of
the prize money for himself

and some fruity trophy these
Tiro dickbags hand out.

Look, bro, I'm just trying
to make a living, Vic.

Just trying to make my nut.

So it ain't nothing
personal, all right, Vic?

Come on, Vic, tell me you
know it's not personal.

f*ck you.

Now, we could've ended this
on a nice note, and you...

you f*cking ruined it.

But hey...

no hard feelings, bro.

f*ck.

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

♪ Just the two of us ♪

This is your last
chance, Victor.

♪ Just the two of us. ♪