[dramatic music]
♪
- [dog growling] - It's okay.
She's, uh... she's friendly.
You can pet her if you'd like. [soft growling]
Come on.
[growling]
[door closes]
[dramatic music]
♪
[birds singing]
♪ Meet the Mets, meet the Mets ♪
♪ Step right up and greet the Mets ♪
♪ Bring your kiddies, bring your wife ♪
♪ Guaranteed to have the time of your life. ♪
Are you having the time of your life, Victor?
I know I am.
Oh. I love this game.
I know, I know, that's basketball,
but the hunt is special, right?
[sighs]
Little bit about me,
so you can know the man who kills you.
Used to work on Wall Street.
At 18, my father got me an entry-level job
on the commodities floor.
Wanted me to learn from the ground up.
I did.
I was a millionaire by 20.
By 30, I bought his firm and fired him.
And then I shut the whole thing down just to piss him off.
See, the money didn't matter to me, Vic.
It was the rush of the job that hooked me, the stakes.
The money was...
just a way to the next adrenaline spike.
- [bat thudding, bottle clinking] - [inhales sharply] Oh.
[bottle rolling]
Five. Six.
Seven. Eight. [bottle continues rolling]
Nine. Ten.
[bottle stops rolling]
Row ten, section 114.
[dramatic music]
♪
[laughs]
Sir, an update. There was almost an immediate engagement.
MILES: Shortening the head start
was an excellent move-- instant adrenaline. What else?
The runner has ceased moving.
Ford never got close enough to inflict injury.
Assume it's hide-and-seek.
They all try to hide early on.
Then they try to outrun, then they try to fight back.
You can set your watch to it.
There's minimal traffic. I'll be there soon.
Yeah, keep me posted.
Beautiful day for a game.
I don't understand. Why is it invoiced for next week?
MAN: It's strawberries, out of season.
And I know he's got two vendors that'll pay in advance.
Don't play games. We need 'em. You got to buy 'em.
Okay, fine. I'm getting the cash.
What the hell?
Are you at control?
MILES: Minutes away. Why?
You're gonna want to track this.
Ford might set the record for fastest kill.
Victor panicked?
No, just bad luck.
Stadiums are mazes, and he's cornered himself.
That Ford is so cocky.
I would hate for him to win again.
Does he have a new whip?
Nastier than ever.
FORD: Hernandez.
Gooden.
Piazza.
Look on the bright side, Victor.
You'll die where the legends roamed.
[gasps, grunting]
Blind eye makes it hard to see
what's coming from the left, huh, pal?
[groaning]
[both grunting]
Yeah. Oh. [chuckles]
[laughing]
[grunting]
[Ford laughing]
- Here's the good news, Victor. - [groaning]
When this wraps your neck,
it'll cut right through your jugular.
Just a few moments of terror, and you won't be scared anymore.
[chain jingles]
[grunts softly]
[both grunting]
[Victor grunting]
[guttural gasping]
[choking]
[whimpering]
Green, give me an update.
He's out.
MILES: There you go, champ. [phone ringing]
How Tina could leave this guy on the reject pile is beyond me.
Yeah? Connell?
- Did we lose Ford? - [choking]
It is yet to be determined.
- What the hell does that mean? - [choking]
It means he's currently hanging from a noose,
but he's trying to cut himself free.
Based on his coloring,
he'll live or die in a matter of seconds.
[choking continues]
[panting loudly]
He survived.
[phone beeps off]
[birds squawking in distance]
[train squeaking, hissing]
MAN OVER P.A.: Next stop is Willets Point.
Next stop 111.
Stand clear of the closing doors.
[mechanical whooshing]
[garbled radio transmission]
[dramatic music]
♪
Oh.
Monroe is in the same car with him.
Ding, ding, Victor. Round two.
HOMELESS MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm in recovery.
Now, I-I don't want any handouts, okay? I...
I just want to entertain. [chuckles]
Any donations are appreciated.
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved a wretch ♪
♪ Like me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm that Pigeon Man ♪
♪ I said I'm that Pigeon Man, whoo, and help me out ♪
♪ Give what you can ♪
♪ I'm that Pigeon Man ♪
♪ Yes, Lord! ♪
♪ I'm that Pigeon Man, whoo ♪
♪ I'm that Pigeon Man ♪
Come on, everybody. ♪ Give me... ♪
No, no, no. He's got a box cutter.
- He's got a box cutter. - It's for protection.
- WOMAN: What'd he say? - Fucking bail laws
turned this city back to the '80s.
Get your shit out of here, man.
Get to another car, brother.
Can't you see we're trying to have some
fun-time music hour up in here?
MAN: People like you make me have to carry this thing.
HOMELESS MAN: Uh-huh, yeah? Get the fuck out of here!
Bye, Felicia. Get going, bitch.
Guys like that ruin this city.
Yeah.
[dramatic music]
[with accent]: I almost chose the ones you're wearing.