Now is not the time to dawdle, Mr. Suero.
[intense music plays]
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.
♪
[train whistles in distance]
FORD: Hey, Victor!
[intense music plays] Remember me?
Shit.
[whooshing]
♪
[gasps]
[grunts]
♪
Victor!
[door closes]
[sinister music plays]
[grunting]
[groaning]
♪
[groans]
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.
[hissing, clattering in distance]
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.
[metal clattering]
You're hurt real bad, aren't you, Vic?
[chain clanking] There you are.
♪
Let me out!
"Mercy's got no place in this game."
Fuck you!
[yelling]
♪
[intense music plays]
[hatch door rattles]
Connell.
Connell, open the hatch.
Open the fucking hatch, man. Come on.
You know I can't interfere.
You piece of shit.
You do what I fucking say!
Open the hatch!
♪
[grunting] Yeah. Yes.
Come-come on. Come on.
Yes.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yes. Yes.
[gasping]
You can't interfere, man.
Who's gonna know?
You can't interfere!
Connell!
[gasping softly]
Connell!
[P.A. bell chimes]
[man speaking indistinctly over P.A.]
[tracks rattling]
[P.A. bell chimes]
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
[tense music plays]
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
♪
[groaning]
[breathing heavily]
[water running]
[groans]
♪
[breathing heavily]
[groaning]
♪
[faucet shuts off]
♪
CONDUCTOR: 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.
[phone ringing]
[sighs, sniffles]
Hello?
VICTOR: Josie.
Victor. [cries]
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 fuck are you?
I need you to listen, okay?
I think we were set up.
Set up?
After you left Timur's,
they... killed 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 murder.
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 shit, but...
I just don't fucking care anymore.
Wasn't supposed to go down like this.
What do you mean?
[sniffles]
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!
[sniffles]
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...
- [crying] - 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.
[crying]: Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[crying]
[sighs] Where are you?
Please, where are you? Let me help you.
Time's up.
- Wait, just-just... - No, listen.
Hey. No more shit out of you.
You're gonna be off at the next stop.
MAN [over P.A.]: This is the train to Montauk.
Limited stops to Montauk.
Have your tickets ready, please.
Montauk.
Victor, where are you going?
Victor. [phone beeps]
[tense music plays]
[quietly]: Montauk.
[sets phone down]
[sniffles, sighs]
[tires screech]
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?
MILES: Unless he dies first.
[intense music plays]