01x12 - A Ship Is Safe Only In Port

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Hello?

Hello?

The body?

Steel coffin filled with lye

at the bottom of Lake St. Clair.

Along with the DNA-covered cinderblock.

Uh-huh. Motorcycle?

Wiped down. Serial numbers removed.

- The cab?
- I left it.

It was reported stolen,
so this was the end of a...

drunken joy ride.

Torched it to be safe.

Good job.

Got to be honest,

I didn't think Dodge had it in him.

You should... you should
get back on his tail.

He's been wandering for hours.

When his location's been revealed,

his concealment efforts have been weak.

He's lucky he hasn't been found.

It's first-k*ll shell shock.

Well... very likely,

but he might not be long for the game.

So, prep for Wrap-Up.

May I have a water, please?

No water. Coke, Dr Pepper or Sprite.

Dr Pepper.

One dollar.

Please, man, I'm so thirsty.

Get lost. You smackheads
are ruining the city.

Beat it.

Just give me a soda!

All right, all right.

Try that again, I'll
whip your a*s sober!

All right. Yeah.

Excuse me. How long is this thing?

Oh, it's a 40-minute
shoreline tour of the city.

There are headphones
available that provide a history

of Detroit, from Motown to motorcars.

Perfect. Thank you.

Sorry, are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, the buffet starts in ten.

The captain will announce
when it's ready.

Free buffet?

That's great.

Yeah, keep looking, as*h*le.

I'm gonna get some ribs.

Ah-ah-ah. I thought I told you,

the buffet starts in ten minutes.

Sorry, I'm just really thirsty.

Yeah, well...

the hunt'll do that to you, Dodge.

Oh, f*ck me.

Hey, Dodge!

Do you like this game?

Not my favorite.

Well, you better get
used to it, 'cause...

once we go under that bridge
we're in Canadian waters.

And then the game never ends.

You gotta be shittin' me.

He was trapped on a boat.

- With Kennedy.
- With Kennedy. And there he is,

the only one walking
out of the ring. Huh.

But how long can he keep it up?

Hours will pass.

Midnight will come and go.

His movement will lose purpose

and then cease for long stretches

as exhaustion sets in.

When his location's given
up, he'll barely react.

The irony is,

when he's just a few
scant hours from freedom,

after all he's been through...

...he'll be incapable of believing

it'll ever come to an end.

I'm sorry, Val.

Get in!

Bro, that's, like, a month old.

Look, I don't know what you
got yourself caught up in,

but whatever it is, we're
gonna figure it out, okay?

How the hell did you find me?

Driving all night.

And then I remembered you used
to go to that playground to hide

when your dad got sick.

But never mind how I found you...

what the hell is going on?

Can't tell you.

Just drive me around
for the next 57 minutes,

- and then I got to go.
- Why?

Why 57 minutes?

Is somebody after you?
'Cause of that money?

Yes. Yes on both counts.

Look, I'm just doing what
you told me to, man.

I'm fighting.

Fighting with everything I got.

Aw, sh*t.

- You got to lose this guy.
- Who is it?

It doesn't matter.
He'll k*ll both of us.

Just drive.

Up here. Hug the turn
as close as you can get.

And, Looger, promise me something.

- Yeah?
- Don't follow me.

Dodge!