Most Dangerous Game (2020) s02e05 Episode Script
En Fuego
1
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
What, so that's it? We're done?
I just dropped my quarter in the slot.
Taft.
Seems it's over before it started.
Kind of like sex with a Southie.
[CHUCKLES] Your mom fill
you in on what it's like?
- You are a child.
- Nah.
All man. That's how your mom likes them.
I mean, half the Red Sox
Nation jumped on that broad.
Fucking Nomar came out of
retirement just to nail her.
Big Papi gave her the Big Sloppy.
- Yeah, my mother's dead.
- Yeah? Good fucking riddance.
Miles, uh,
what happened to the subway?
Prom over already?
Did you receive a Conclusion Call?
- No.
- Your game continues
until you receive a Conclusion Call.
Or until you wind up like Monroe.
Oh, snap, the French guy got roasted?
He was Haitian.
- Yeah, whatever, Cool Breeze.
- Suero took out Monroe?
That's what the big dog said.
Geez, your dad gave
you a hell of a hickey.
Derek Jeter's a pretty boy. Peace.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
Hey! You little freak.
You left me swinging from that
scaffold like a fucking piñata.
I am not permitted to interfere.
Hey, check my stats, chief.
I've poured more than half a billion
into this hunt over the years.
I'm not asking you
to point out the prey,
but you could've cut me down
so I could keep on playing.
No, I could not have.
But what I can do is offer some advice.
One, get a turtleneck.
Rope burn draws suspicion,
jeopardizes the game.
Two, there are thousands
of people wealthy enough
to engage in the hunt.
There are, however,
very few that dispense
the specific service I
provide The Tiro Fund.
You'd be wise not to force
the board to choose between us.
[SOFT CLATTER]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
[DOOR CHIMES]
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
Hey. Who was running the
booth at this station?
I was.
Already gave my statement.
All right, well, quick
follow-up question.
You see anyone leave who was injured?
Yeah, they carried
him out on a stretcher.
Not the victim, Einstein.
Someone who was, you know,
maybe a little bruised,
beaten up, that kind of thing.
No, and if I did, I would've
told the first cop that asked.
All right, well, smoke up, ladies.
Okay, well, you tell forensics
that they can dust my balls,
but they ain't gonna find anything
but their sister's prints.
From the 26th. Thinks the DOA
is a student from Columbia.
All right, buddy, let's see
if you're still down here.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
Where the hell are you?
I-I'm scared now,
Victor. Just come home.
[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
[SIGHS]
Oh, shit.
[EXHALES]
See, that's just it, Josie,
it doesn't make any sense.
Why steal that money,
not use it, then disappear
a-and tell you to give it all back?
JOSIE: I have to tell you something.
I wasn't completely
honest with you earlier.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
[METAL CLICKING]
[CHAIR SCRAPES]
TAFT: Suero?
You in there?
That's all right. I'll
do all the talking.
You got a while till the top of the hour
when the rest of the gang
knows you're still here, so
we got time.
Just the two of us.
I see the crystal raindrops fall ♪
And the beauty of it all ♪
When the sun comes shining through ♪
[FINGERS SNAP RHYTHMICALLY]
To make those rainbows in my mind ♪
When I think of you sometimes ♪
I want to spend some time with you ♪
[TAPPING]
Just the two of us, Victor ♪
We can make it if we try ♪
Just the two of us, Victor. ♪
TINA: Why did the board
want you to come in?
What do they want? Are you in trouble?
Tina, please. Not now.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
All my years running the
game, I've never been called
from Mission Control
while the hunt is active.
Is everything all right?
NYPD has Victor Suero on their radar.
How?
Tech intercepted a police report
filed at the 41st precinct.
It seems Suero robbed his employer.
Scared players have naively tried
to buy their way out of the game before.
No, no, no. No.
It happened before he agreed to play.
I can't be responsible
for a runner's actions
prior to commencement.
- You are responsible
for everything he has
done, is doing and will do.
Want to know why?
Because over a billion's
been invested in this event,
an event you are paid
handsomely to oversee.
Because you are the keeper of a sport
that spans millennia, and
with that comes a burden
to not fuck it up!
If Suero's arrested, the
hunt resumes upon his release.
Which will be when?
After serving three to five
years for grand larceny?
The hunt's integrity will
be irreparably ruined.
The reputation of The Tiro
Fund is paramount to me.
I have as much confidence
in this runner's ability
as I had the day Tina presented
him as her top selection,
and I have no choice but
to trust my team's judgment.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
I'm on top of this, I assure you.
You know, I saw some
of your fights online.
You were pretty good, except
for that bum peeper of yours.
You know, it sucks,
'cause you had potential
when you were younger, bro.
Not like me.
I was 14 when I did my
first hit for the Irish mob.
By 16, I had five notches on my belt.
They used to call me Kid Smarts
'cause the cops couldn't get close.
See, I don't use guns, Vic.
All that ballistics, gunpowder residue,
none of that CSI bullshit's
gonna get me pinched.
I just I just fight, bro.
You know, I'm trained in
all that Asian bullshit, too.
I know Muay Thai, judo, karate.
I even know the punchy-kicky
shit from Tel Aviv.
See, normally, I'd just open that door
and I'd beat on you
till you're so jacked up
you'd be thankful I choke you out,
but the thing is, Vic,
I don't know what's in
that closet with you.
You could have a small blowtorch,
a, uh, Skilsaw,
maybe some dumb shit like
a broomstick or something,
but that ain't gonna work.
So I think the smartest
thing for me to do
is to take care of you from this side.
See, I'm not into killing, Vic.
I'm not like these other
psychos I'm competing with.
I'm what the hunt calls a proxy.
I was hired by some rich tycoon douche
from Back Bay to hunt for him.
See, he pays me an
ass-load, and when I win,
he gets to keeps most of
the prize money for himself
and some fruity trophy
these Tiro dickbags hand out.
Look, bro, I'm just trying
to make a living, Vic.
Just trying to make my nut.
So it ain't nothing
personal, all right, Vic?
Come on, Vic, tell me you
know it's not personal.
VICTOR: Fuck you.
Now, we could've ended this
on a nice note, and you
you fucking ruined it.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
But hey
no hard feelings, bro.
VICTOR: Fuck.
Just the two of us ♪
We can make it if we try ♪
Just the two of us ♪
This is your last chance, Victor.
Just the two of us. ♪
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
What, so that's it? We're done?
I just dropped my quarter in the slot.
Taft.
Seems it's over before it started.
Kind of like sex with a Southie.
[CHUCKLES] Your mom fill
you in on what it's like?
- You are a child.
- Nah.
All man. That's how your mom likes them.
I mean, half the Red Sox
Nation jumped on that broad.
Fucking Nomar came out of
retirement just to nail her.
Big Papi gave her the Big Sloppy.
- Yeah, my mother's dead.
- Yeah? Good fucking riddance.
Miles, uh,
what happened to the subway?
Prom over already?
Did you receive a Conclusion Call?
- No.
- Your game continues
until you receive a Conclusion Call.
Or until you wind up like Monroe.
Oh, snap, the French guy got roasted?
He was Haitian.
- Yeah, whatever, Cool Breeze.
- Suero took out Monroe?
That's what the big dog said.
Geez, your dad gave
you a hell of a hickey.
Derek Jeter's a pretty boy. Peace.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
Hey! You little freak.
You left me swinging from that
scaffold like a fucking piñata.
I am not permitted to interfere.
Hey, check my stats, chief.
I've poured more than half a billion
into this hunt over the years.
I'm not asking you
to point out the prey,
but you could've cut me down
so I could keep on playing.
No, I could not have.
But what I can do is offer some advice.
One, get a turtleneck.
Rope burn draws suspicion,
jeopardizes the game.
Two, there are thousands
of people wealthy enough
to engage in the hunt.
There are, however,
very few that dispense
the specific service I
provide The Tiro Fund.
You'd be wise not to force
the board to choose between us.
[SOFT CLATTER]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
[DOOR CHIMES]
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
Hey. Who was running the
booth at this station?
I was.
Already gave my statement.
All right, well, quick
follow-up question.
You see anyone leave who was injured?
Yeah, they carried
him out on a stretcher.
Not the victim, Einstein.
Someone who was, you know,
maybe a little bruised,
beaten up, that kind of thing.
No, and if I did, I would've
told the first cop that asked.
All right, well, smoke up, ladies.
Okay, well, you tell forensics
that they can dust my balls,
but they ain't gonna find anything
but their sister's prints.
From the 26th. Thinks the DOA
is a student from Columbia.
All right, buddy, let's see
if you're still down here.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
Where the hell are you?
I-I'm scared now,
Victor. Just come home.
[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
[SIGHS]
Oh, shit.
[EXHALES]
See, that's just it, Josie,
it doesn't make any sense.
Why steal that money,
not use it, then disappear
a-and tell you to give it all back?
JOSIE: I have to tell you something.
I wasn't completely
honest with you earlier.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
[METAL CLICKING]
[CHAIR SCRAPES]
TAFT: Suero?
You in there?
That's all right. I'll
do all the talking.
You got a while till the top of the hour
when the rest of the gang
knows you're still here, so
we got time.
Just the two of us.
I see the crystal raindrops fall ♪
And the beauty of it all ♪
When the sun comes shining through ♪
[FINGERS SNAP RHYTHMICALLY]
To make those rainbows in my mind ♪
When I think of you sometimes ♪
I want to spend some time with you ♪
[TAPPING]
Just the two of us, Victor ♪
We can make it if we try ♪
Just the two of us, Victor. ♪
TINA: Why did the board
want you to come in?
What do they want? Are you in trouble?
Tina, please. Not now.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
All my years running the
game, I've never been called
from Mission Control
while the hunt is active.
Is everything all right?
NYPD has Victor Suero on their radar.
How?
Tech intercepted a police report
filed at the 41st precinct.
It seems Suero robbed his employer.
Scared players have naively tried
to buy their way out of the game before.
No, no, no. No.
It happened before he agreed to play.
I can't be responsible
for a runner's actions
prior to commencement.
- You are responsible
for everything he has
done, is doing and will do.
Want to know why?
Because over a billion's
been invested in this event,
an event you are paid
handsomely to oversee.
Because you are the keeper of a sport
that spans millennia, and
with that comes a burden
to not fuck it up!
If Suero's arrested, the
hunt resumes upon his release.
Which will be when?
After serving three to five
years for grand larceny?
The hunt's integrity will
be irreparably ruined.
The reputation of The Tiro
Fund is paramount to me.
I have as much confidence
in this runner's ability
as I had the day Tina presented
him as her top selection,
and I have no choice but
to trust my team's judgment.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]
I'm on top of this, I assure you.
You know, I saw some
of your fights online.
You were pretty good, except
for that bum peeper of yours.
You know, it sucks,
'cause you had potential
when you were younger, bro.
Not like me.
I was 14 when I did my
first hit for the Irish mob.
By 16, I had five notches on my belt.
They used to call me Kid Smarts
'cause the cops couldn't get close.
See, I don't use guns, Vic.
All that ballistics, gunpowder residue,
none of that CSI bullshit's
gonna get me pinched.
I just I just fight, bro.
You know, I'm trained in
all that Asian bullshit, too.
I know Muay Thai, judo, karate.
I even know the punchy-kicky
shit from Tel Aviv.
See, normally, I'd just open that door
and I'd beat on you
till you're so jacked up
you'd be thankful I choke you out,
but the thing is, Vic,
I don't know what's in
that closet with you.
You could have a small blowtorch,
a, uh, Skilsaw,
maybe some dumb shit like
a broomstick or something,
but that ain't gonna work.
So I think the smartest
thing for me to do
is to take care of you from this side.
See, I'm not into killing, Vic.
I'm not like these other
psychos I'm competing with.
I'm what the hunt calls a proxy.
I was hired by some rich tycoon douche
from Back Bay to hunt for him.
See, he pays me an
ass-load, and when I win,
he gets to keeps most of
the prize money for himself
and some fruity trophy
these Tiro dickbags hand out.
Look, bro, I'm just trying
to make a living, Vic.
Just trying to make my nut.
So it ain't nothing
personal, all right, Vic?
Come on, Vic, tell me you
know it's not personal.
VICTOR: Fuck you.
Now, we could've ended this
on a nice note, and you
you fucking ruined it.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
♪
But hey
no hard feelings, bro.
VICTOR: Fuck.
Just the two of us ♪
We can make it if we try ♪
Just the two of us ♪
This is your last chance, Victor.
Just the two of us. ♪