02x08 - A Good Lawyer's Hard To Find

[bunniefuu]

I understand
you won't give us your name.

Whatever.

I'm sure your prints
are in the system

- somewhere.
- Hey, man,

uh, I'm just going to holding,
right? I-I'm not convicted

of anything? Is...

Can I keep that on me?

Bail hearings start
in about 45 minutes.

Bye-bye, sweetheart.

Come on, let's go.

Oh. Sounds like you got
a text.

You want me to respond for you?

The Tiro Fund
has never presented

an opportunity like this before.

The...

It is completely
within my authority

as game orchestrator
to make necessary adjustments

as situations arise
throughout a hunt. D...

Nothing here violates

any rules or bylaws.

I assure you.

Excellent.

Um, so, if you want
to take advantage

of my unprecedented offer,

there's a very specific way
you'll need to proceed.

Victor Suero
was just arrested in Brooklyn.

How long ago?

Within the hour.

What happened? Is he okay?

He's in the 60th precinct.

- Okay, let's go.
- Uh...

We're coming down there
to bail him out.

With what? Bail will be steep,

and we've obtained a
civil forfeiture order freezing

that bank account of theirs

until we can find out
where that money came from.

We might not be able
to bail him out.

- Let's just go.
- Just hang on a minute, okay?

Okay, I'm gonna try
to find a place

- to help me post bail.
- f*ck this.

Sure, if that's
what you want to do.

Can you give me the rundown

- of a couple places to call?
- Yeah.

So,

according to your prints on file

with the state
boxing commission,

your name is Victor Suero,
is that correct?

Yeah.

You've been charged with

theft of a motorized vehicle--
namely, a boat--

resisting arrest,
grand larceny.

Judge, look, either
you lock me up in solitary

or something where no one can
get me, huh? Or you let me go.

You are not to address
the court unless the court

addresses you.

Now, I don't see legal counsel,

so unless you can
afford your own,

the state
will arrange for a lawyer

to be provided free of charge.

Actually, Your Honor,
I'm Mr. Suero's attorney.

Clive Nixon, Esquire.
Public Defenders Office.

Apologies for my t*rd.
New York traffic and all.

A moment to confer
with my client?

Do you know a Mr. Dupree?

- He's my boss.
- Well, he's a good one

because he's just taken care
of your bail.

I'll have you out of here
in no time.

If you don't mind me saying,
you're a bit jumpy.

Had a hell of a day.

I think you need
to answer that.

How the hell is this
connected to your car?

Hello, Victor.

Congratulations on
having made it this far.

Further than many
who have come before you.

You play with tenacity--

something your friend Nixon

and I both appreciate.

But something else we appreciate

is fidelity. Fidelity to
the rules. And you broke one

when you got yourself arrested.

No, no, no. I ran.

Yeah, I'm well aware,
but rules are rules.

Technically, you violated one
the moment you were handcuffed,

ensuring the game will continue

until your eventual death.

That's where this fancy f*ck's
taking me?

To k*ll me?

That is up to you.

The rule exists so runners
don't intentionally

get themselves incarcerated
to avoid hunters.

No, you-you didn't do that.

As you said, you ran.

You violated
the letter of the law

but not its spirit,
and for that reason

The Tiro Fund believes
you should be given options.

Now, you could have Nixon

pull over right now,
drop you off,

and you'd be hunted perpetually,

as required by game canon.

And to make things more
equitable, there is a passport

in the glove box with
a new identity and $5,000 cash.

Get to an airport
or a freighter,

get yourself overseas,
start a new life,

hope to God
never to be found out.

Though I don't know why
you would think another country

is any safer than America.

Look, our-our hunters

are nothing if not persistent.

The longest anyone ever lasted,

I think, is 84 days,

every moment of them
spent terrified,

looking over his shoulder,
until the day you look

and you see death approaching.

What's behind door number two?

Nixon will take you
to a location

which I scrambled
to procure and prepare.

There, you will
enter a room with him.

You will move
to the far end of said room.

Nixon will stand in front
of the only means of escape--

the door through which
you entered--

then you engage.

Nixon, of course, will have

his usual in-game weaponry.

- Which is?
- Ah, tut-tut-tut-tut.

You'll find that out
when the time comes.

Now, if Nixon kills you,
well, game is over.

If you get through that door,

your violation's forgiven

and the game resumes immediately.

You've made it more than
halfway through this hunt.

Make it to sunrise, and...

you'll have unimaginable riches

and the rest of your life
and Josie's life ahead of you.

Even if I beat this guy,
as soon as

I step outside that door,
there's gonna be other lunatics

- waiting for me there.
- No.

The other competitors
remain outside

a four-square-mile perimeter,

and upon your escape from Nixon,

should it occur,
all three of them are released.

- There's four left.
- No, uh,

Tyler's deceased.

Who the hell's Tyler?

The dog handler. Apparently

he drowned trying
to save his canine.

Ironically, the dog
made it to shore.

If you escape

and Nixon's still alive,

he'll have to wait
one hour to pursue,

otherwise he's
right on your heels--

where's the sportsmanship
in that?

So, basically, I can

get out of James Bond's car
right now

and never see him again,

but I have to be chased
by three K*llers

for the rest of my life,

or I walk into Thunderdome
and-and hope I walk out.

A perfect summation.
I await your answer.

Can I have a moment?

Sure. You have ten seconds.

Yeah, I'll fight
Prince Charles.

I knew
you were the perfect choice.

See you soon.

So, how much you pay
for a shot to k*ll me?

I received a discount
because the hunt's half over,

but a gentleman never
discusses matters of money.

You know, I have to say,
I didn't initially

bid aggressively
on this particular hunt

because I worried
your optical impairment

would result in
a minimal challenge for me,

but I see now that I was wrong.

You're a warrior, Mr. Suero.

I'm quite thrilled
with how things have played out.

It will be a true honor
to either k*ll you

or to die at your hand.

We're going to be in the car
for quite a while.

Enjoy the music.