[indistinct chatter]
Mr. Suero?
[dramatic music plays]
[sighs]
MILES: 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.
[chuckles]
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.
Terrorist 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 killed 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.
[tense music plays]
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 guns.
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 kill.
$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 shit.
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.
[door opens, closes] [siren wailing]
JOSIE:
Hey.
Deli take you back?
Yeah. They love me there.
I need to show you something.
["El Día de Mi Suerte" by Héctor Lavoe playing]
[chuckles]
[singing in Spanish]
VICTOR: I looked it up.
There's, like,
12 decommissioned lighthouses in the U.S. for sale.
And they're expensive as shit, so...
Probably won't be able
- to afford you one. - Boo.
So...
next best thing.
I love it.
[sighs]
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.
VICTOR: Out of shoeboxes.
[music stops] JOSIE: Still kicked ass.
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?
[plaintive music plays]
[sighs] 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 thugs.
Thank you for this.
Te quiero.
Why do you keep looking at me like that?
♪
[somber music plays]
[kisses]
Te quiero.
[dramatic music plays]
Mm!
You're wearing the shoes that I got you. [chuckles]
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.
[chuckles] 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 kill you, where it might happen.
Whether you kill 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.
[tense music plays]
[phone chimes]
Welcome to the big leagues. [beeping]