01x03 - The Rules

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This way.

He's right in there.

Thank you.

- What happened?
- Hey. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Police called. I was so scared.

Mr. and Mrs. Tynes?

This is Dr. Carlton Levy
and I'm Dr. Rajiv Singhal.

So, uh, what the hell's going on?

One minute I'm at the bus,
next minute I wake up in here.

Mr. Tynes, have you been experiencing

any headaches lately?

Yeah.

Yeah, pretty bad ones.

Well, this is your CT.

This mass is a, it's a glioblastoma,

an aggressive tumor.

It's malignant and,
because of its location,

inoperable.

Uh, this has to be wrong.

He runs, like, six miles every day.

Mrs. Tynes, we're lucky to have
Dr. Levy as a visiting attending.

He's one of the top oncological
surgeons at Sloan Kettering.

We both concur on the diagnosis.

I wish we were wrong, but unfortunately,

we're not.

I don't care what they say.

We'll see every specialist there is,

go to the Mayo Clinic, Cedars...

With what, Val? I have no insurance.

- Yes, you do.
- No. No, you and the baby do.

I took myself off the policy months ago.

Why would you do that?

Because we have no money, Val.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Listen, man, I'm, uh,

I'm real sorry you're
going through all this.

Here.

There's this company always
leaving those at the hospital.

They say they help
sick people in trouble.

Maybe they can help you.

Weeks?

Weeks?

Val and I haven't had
enough time together.

I'm angry.

I'm angry I'm gonna die.

I'm angry my son won't know me.

I'm angry this

f*cking tumor's taking
me from my family.

There's options, you know, um,

holistic stuff.

I was watching TV the
other day and this guy said

if you drink aloe, it does
something to the pH in your body

and it kills the cancer, or, um,

tents where you sweat out the toxins,

or, I don't know,

there's healing crystals,

or Reiki, or acupuncture.

I just think... You know,
we try other stuff.

We don't just accept
this. There's options.

In my experience, it's
best if I talk for a while

and you just listen with an open mind.

Can you do that for me, Dodge?

So here's how you'll be hunted.

It's a 24-hour hunt.

Every hour you survive,

more money is being wired
into your bank account,

and that continues until the game ends.

You survive the day, you walk away rich.

Don't,

you die a few weeks earlier

than you would've anyway,
but you leave your family

set for life.

I can't believe we're actually
having this conversation.

Well, after you called my
office, I researched you.

Local boy made good,
turning the city around.

Track star at Michigan,
solid citizen. Dodge,

if I could wave a wand making
you well, believe me, I would.

But that wand doesn't
exist, and if it did,

you couldn't afford it.

Is this how you find participants?

Lying to hospitals, telling them
you can help their patients?

I can help you, and that thrills me.

Might come as a surprise,

but I didn't grow up thinking
this would be my calling.

I wanted to play goalie
for the Red Wings.

Look, usually I'm dealing
with trust fund babies

blowing inheritances,
or degenerate gamblers.

I got a guy with a six-figure coke habit

on my call sheet right now.

Dodge,

you're the first terminal
person we've found

who's actually fit
enough to be a runner.

You're just a good man
who caught a bad hand.

Well, if I'm a good man,
what's that make you?

Your only hope.

If you want to consider
this, there are rules,

most important of which is:
once you commit, that's it.

No time-outs, no do-overs.

My clients want to make absolutely sure

you know exactly what
you're getting into.

They want a fair hunt.

Mm. What gentlemen.

Oh, don't assume they're men.

Hunters can be men, women,
black, white, butcher, baker,

candlestick maker... anyone you run into

could be the last person you ever see.

Next rule: the game takes
place in Detroit only.

If you leave the city's confines,

that's a violation, and
then the game never ends.

It continues until you're k*lled.

Go to the cops or get yourself
arrested, that's a violation.

You tell anyone what's
going on, that's a violation.

It's just you and the five hunters

we've lined up for this run.

No ID, no cash, no help;
just you on your own.

And the money part?

Good, that means you're intrigued.

Top of the first hour,

$50,000 is wired

into your bank from an
untraceable offshore account.

Next hour, $100,000.

Deposits increase 50 grand
every hour until hour 20,

which pays a million,

and that increases by a
million every hour after that,

culminating in the final hour,

which pays $5 million

- for a grand total of...
- $24.5 million.

Yes, exactly why you'll
be great at this game.

Smart, athletic, you know the
terrain better than the hunters.

You can pull this off.

A few more things you need to know:

no g*ns.

Hunters need to get
up close and personal.

They're gonna get
real creative with this.

You have to carry this at all times.

It can only call me.

Every time you make it
through another hour...

so right after your money's
deposited... it chimes twice,

giving up your exact location

for the next 15 seconds.

After that, you go dark again.

Don't think you can drop
it on a bus and take off.

We find the cell and not
you? That's a violation.

It'll make you a permanent
player in the game.

Enough so you know I'm for real,

not enough to make a
dent in your problems.

Suit yourself.

But if you change you mind...

here's my personal number.

Hopefully, I'll see you soon.

I'll see you in hell first.

No.

You'll get to go to Heaven,
Dodge, when you die.