[classical music plays]
♪
Where are my manners?
Here.
Would you like a piece?
Well.
Black licorice is an acquired taste.
♪
She offered me a piece of Black Jack gum.
And I said, "Licorice gum. What will they think of next?"
That's a quote from Seinfeld.
I love comedians.
I enjoy laughing.
[laughs]
A show about nothing.
Only in America.
I'll give you my winnings.
Every penny, except for 500 grand.
The rest of it is yours if you let me out of this death-match.
All right, we put on a show, no one gets hurt...
too bad.
And you let me slip out that door. What do you say?
I say I hope I misheard.
I say I hope you misspoke.
I say I hope you did not try
and taint the most honorable of competitions
- with stained compensation. - I'm trying to fucking live, man!
Were you lied to?!
Did Miles lie to you?
Did he say that you were entering a footrace?
A cricket match? No!
No, he explained the rules.
He laid out the consequences.
He provided you with a choice.
To play or not to play.
You chose play.
And play you shall.
So you may keep your bribe, Mr. Suero.
My principles are not for sale.
[whispers] Fuckin' psycho.
Perhaps.
But an honest one.
- [car horn honks] - No, he's gone. He's not here.
What do you mean he's not there?
I just talked to a night clerk and they said he was bailed out.
By who?
They said he was bailed out by you.
[tense music plays]
They're behind schedule.
GPS estimates a minute and a half or so.
Friday night traffic.
Always bad.
I need to get this done and either have the game conclude
or resume normally as soon as possible.
Why?
Because this whole dalliance is an inconvenience...
to the hunters, to our logistics division.
And to me.
Does the Chairwoman know about bringing Nixon in?
Is this unsanctioned?
I sanctioned it.
I fixed the problem.
Because I'm game orchestrator-- not this Chairwoman, me.
And if I want this done to fix the mess
that Suero's arrest made, then this is what's done.
And you're just a cleaner.
I don't need to explain myself to you.
You work for me.
I work under you.
I work for the Chairwoman.
[engine humming nearby]
Oh, good, they're here.
Victor, my friend.
Mr. Nixon.
Look at you. [chuckles]
Bruised but not beaten, worn but not weak.
What an example you've set for all future runners.
What is this place?
This is a water treatment facility.
28 days out of each month,
it operates without any manpower
on the premises, and this is one of those 28 days.
This is where you and Mr. Nixon will battle.
As you can see,
there's one door only.
It's not locked.
I took the liberty of marking
both yours and Mr. Nixon's starting point.
And, as per your request, I had a hook installed.
We'll be waiting out here.
And... well, any questions?
VICTOR: Yeah, uh, how about
when I get out of here, I...
I put Waldo here in a choke hold,
and then I bash your head until you're dead?
Yeah, I believe my driver
and his Glock 34 would have something
- to say about that. - Yeah, but guns ain't allowed.
That's for hunters and runners. I'm neither.
Okay?
May the best man win.
[dramatic music plays]
♪
So, Mr. Suero.
Shall we?
[both grunting]
You didn't see that backhand coming at all, did you?
That left eye of yours truly is a liability.
Oh, dear, how can you defend
against a double-side assault when you can only
see on a single side?
[grunting]
[shouting]
That pain you feel?
That's your liver.
Add a wager that neither of them get out alive.
It's gonna be a bloodbath in there.
And you've kept the Nixon wagers
off the official books, haven't you?
Yeah, good, the Board doesn't need to know about this.
- [grunting] - [panting]
[grunting]
Resourceful fellow.
- [shouts] - [grunting]
[both grunting]
[screams]
No!
I'm outside! I'm outside!
No!
[screams] I'm outside!
You have to be completely out!
- Come on, you can make it! - [grunts]
You can make it, you can make it, come on.
Congratulations! You did it.
[phone chiming]
It's top of the hour.
The game just recommenced.
The hunters are nearby.
They know where you are.
I suggest you get moving.
Good work.
You're quite the impressive young man.
[dramatic music plays]
♪
[engine starts]
[panting]
What the hell is going on?
♪