02x02 - Play Ball

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Mr. Suero?

Ah.

Victor "Victory" Suero.

Miles Sellars.

Welcome to The Tiro Fund.
It's a true pleasure.

I'm an admirer.

Oh, you-you a fight fan?

Yeah, I am. But a fan of yours
in particular.

Have a seat.

Really?
You specialize on fighters

with sub-500 records?

Oh, come on.

You and I both know
that there are many reasons

to admire you
outside your win-loss column.

Your toughness, for example.

When I was about, um...

uh, around about 14,

my old man brought us here
all the way from Austria.

Looking for the American dream.

And damn it if New York
didn't give it to him.

He worked as a stevedore
in Red Hook.

That toughened him up,
and as a result,

he toughened us up.

Me, my sisters, my brothers.

You grow up in New York,

and you take on the character
of the city.

Stock market crash.

t*rror1st attacks.

Blackout riots.

Yeah.

New York's a city that survives.

That's how I knew

that I could help you.

I read up on you a little bit.

You're a survivor, too,
aren't you, Victor?

You survived a fire
that k*lled both your parents.

You survived being bounced
from foster home to foster home,

always protecting
your little sister.

You survived
countless battles in the ring

despite your affliction.

What is this?

I assumed you train a lot

and thought maybe you can use
a new pair of running shoes.

You don't really
give out loans, do you?

No. I do not.

But let me tell you a little
about my line of work.

The hunt is 24 hours,
from sunrise to sunrise.

$50,000 for the first hour,
$100,000 for the second.

Deposits increase 50 grand
every hour

until hour 20,
which pays a million.

And that increases

by a million every hour
after that for a total

of $24.5 million.

The game takes place in the
five boroughs and Long Island.

Leave the confines,

it's a violation,
and the game never ends.

Tell anyone, it's a violation.
Go to the cops,

get yourself arrested,
it's a violation.

Top of every hour,
your location's

given up to the hunters
for 15 seconds.

You keep this phone on you
at all times,

or it's a violation.

No g*ns.

Hunters need to get up close
and personal.

Anyone you run into could be
the last person you ever see.

Sport in its purest form,

a hunt to k*ll.

$42,000.

Down payment. Shows you
I can get you the money we owe.

No. Shows me you can get me
less than ten percent

- of money you owe.
- But I can get you the rest.

We can work something out. Just...

Just give me more time.

The only thing
I'm going to give you...

...is your little change purse back.

You talk to those loan sharks
I told you about?

You ever meet them?

No, I have not.

Because I have not made mistake
of owing when I cannot pay.

So...

Get loan.

Rob bank. I don't give sh*t.

But you walk in here

with a less than full amount again,

you don't walk out.

But I promise you,

I will stuff your sister

in same oil drum I put you in

so you can be together. Huh?

Now go.

Get me my money.

Hey.

Deli take you back?

Yeah. They love me there.

I need to show you something.

I looked it up.

There's, like,

12 decommissioned lighthouses
in the U.S. for sale.

And they're expensive as sh*t, so...

Probably won't be able

- to afford you one.
- Boo.

So...

next best thing.

I love it.

You're scared.

How do you know?

'Cause every time
you're scared,

you do something like this.

When you thought the court
wouldn't let you adopt me,

you took me to see The Wiggles.

And when I got my appendix out,

you built me Dollhouse Manor.

Out of shoeboxes.

Still kicked a*s.

Now a homemade lighthouse.

So what's up?

My God, are you smart.

I'm...

I'm worried
things might go wrong.

Fights have been thrown
a thousand times.

What would you do
if something happened to me?

I mean, what wouldn't I do?

No curfew. No check-in calls.

No "find my family" app,

- which is, like, freedom.
- I'm serious.

What would you do?

For real?

I mean,

it's-it's not "what would I do?"
It's "what could I do?"

Nothing.

You're my life.

You saved me from fire,
from these th*gs.

Thank you for this.

Te quiero.

Why do you keep looking at me
like that?

Te quiero.

Mm!

You're wearing the shoes
that I got you.

Well,
I hope that's all you brought.

Yeah, no cash, no ID.

- Here's the phone.
- Thanks.

Sorry.

I have to be certain.

Well, no nervous perspiration.

No rapid heartbeat.

Hmm. You accepted my offer

within hours
of it being presented.

Most people take a day or two

before agreeing
to a life-and-death engagement.

But you're not scared.

I'm terrified,
like before every fight.

I just don't let it affect me.

Because
you're a true scrapper.

It's why I was so pleased
when you called.

As the conductor
of this orchestra,

I, of course, am not allowed
to wage on the outcome,

but if I could,
I'd bet my last dollar on you.

- People bet on this?
- Yes.

Prescreened
and approved participants

bet on how many hours
you'll last,

which hunter might k*ll you,
where it might happen.

Whether you k*ll the hunter
and, if so, which one.

We have investors who support

and train your pursuers

like a nation does
an Olympic team.

Some hunters are just so wealthy

that this game's
the only thing left in life

that makes them feel anything.

- You're sick.
- No.

I'm just managing a game.

A game which starts

at 5:53,

which is just under a minute.

The hunters
are all within 100 yards

of the stadium.

Don't forget this.

You have
a one-minute head start.

It used to be three,
but the competition committee

felt it was too long.

Underdogs sometimes win, Victor.

Remember that.

Welcome to the big leagues.