02x10 - One Way Ticket

[bunniefuu]

Now is not the time to dawdle,
Mr. Suero.

He can't hurt you, Victor.

He has to wait 60 minutes
before pursuing you.

Hmm. 59.

The others, however, are making
their way to this very spot

as I speak.

Hey, Victor!

Remember me?

sh*t.

Victor!

You screwed up, Vic.

You should've pulled that cord
around my neck

till you heard the last breath
leave my body.

But you didn't, and here I am.

See, when I was on Wall Street,

even if I'd already
made millions on a deal...

...if I could wring another
nickel out of it, I would.

'Cause if you leave someone
for dead,

you leave 'em for dead,

'cause there's always a chance
he could come back

and take you out.

Mercy has no place in this game.

You're hurt real bad,
aren't you, Vic?

There you are.

Let me out!

"Mercy's got no place
in this game."

f*ck you!

Connell.

Connell, open the hatch.

Open the f*cking hatch, man.
Come on.

You know I can't interfere.

You piece of sh*t.

You do what I f*cking say!

Open the hatch!

Yeah. Yes.

Come-come on. Come on.

Yes.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yes. Yes.

You can't interfere, man.

Who's gonna know?

You can't interfere!

Connell!

Connell!

Tickets, tickets.

Tickets.

Ticket, buddy?

Hundred? Seriously, man?

Where you headed?

Where does this train go?

Going to Montauk.
End of the line.

How long does that take?

Just under three hours.

That's where I'm going.

Anyone else get on Jamaica,
or just me?

Just you.

Let me ask you something.

If-if-if someone was
to take a car from Jamaica,

would they beat the train
to the next station?

Uh, not with lights
and traffic going

till at least 11:00.

Why? You in some kind
of trouble?

I don't want any bullshit
on my train, man.

No, no, I just got mugged.

Here's a hundred
if you let me borrow your phone

for one minute.

I just want to call my sister.

I want to tell her I'm okay.

Here's another hundred.

Just for a one-minute call.

I don't need your money, man.

You got one minute.

Thank you.

Tickets. Tickets, tickets.

Hello?

Josie.

Victor.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Don't cry.

It's all right, okay?

I've been driving all around
the Brooklyn courthouse

looking for you.

Where the f*ck are you?

I need you to listen, okay?

I think we were set up.

Set up?

After you left Timur's,

they... k*lled a guy
in front of me

to show me what
they would do to you.

- What?
- And they must've faked it
or something,

'cause I-I... I saw the guy.

He's a redhead guy.
He's alive.

I don't understand.

I think Timur

works for a guy named Miles,

who wanted me to do something,

and he set us up-- you and me--

from the moment he got you
to work for them

to the bag of money that
never really got stolen

to a fake m*rder.

All to scare me into doing
all of this.

All this to throw a fight?

That's not what
they want me to do.

They're hunting me, honey.

For money.

For sport.

For kicks.

I'm not even supposed to tell
you this sh*t, but...

I just don't f*cking care anymore.

Wasn't supposed to go down
like this.

What do you mean?

They promised me that
you'd only have to take a dive,

and that's how
they'd make their money.

You work with these people?

I didn't want you to fight
anymore!

I was scared you'd get hurt,
and you're all that I have.

Do you have any idea
what you got me caught up in?

I thought if we had money,
then you wouldn't have to fight,

and they knew
I wanted you to stop,

and so they said
that if you took a dive,

then we'd all get paid.

And I said you wouldn't do it,

but they said that you would

if you were desperate enough.

And they came up with the plan
of me losing the bag, and...

- I swear.

I swear I didn't want to lie
to you, I didn't,

but I didn't want to...

I didn't want you to get
back in the ring.

:
Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Where are you?

Please, where are you?
Let me help you.

Time's up.

- Wait, just-just...
- No, listen.

Hey. No more sh*t out of you.

You're gonna be off
at the next stop.

This is the train to Montauk.

Limited stops to Montauk.

Have your tickets ready, please.

Montauk.

Victor, where are you going?

Victor.

:
Montauk.

Long Island Rail Road.
Smart move.

Hunters won't be able to
catch up with him for a while.

And if he stays on the train
all the way to Montauk,

he'll only have five and a half
hours to go.

He could win this thing, unless...

Unless what?

Unless he dies first.