Most Dangerous Game (2020) s02e06 Episode Script
Katie Girl
Hey, boss, you might want
to get the checkbook out.
I am seconds away from
securing another W.
I gotta call you back.
Now, unless you got scuba gear in there,
you're gonna run out of air real soon.
Like, I can wait, Victor.
Oh, what's this? You want to play
Rocky versus Apollo Creed?
Irish/Puerto Rican version?
Bit of "Why, I oughta," huh?
I'll make it fair, huh?
Look, you're safe now.
It's night-night time.
Just go to sleep.
Hey!
Where's Timur?
No idea what you're talking about.
Bullshit. You've seen
me walking through here
every day for the past six months.
Never saw you, and don't
know anyone named Timur.
Hey! The back warehouse is empty.
Where the hell did everyone go?
Suggest you get your
friend out of my face
before there's a problem.
There's already a
problem, and it's yours.
'Cause I've seen the cars you
have moving in and out of here,
half of them hotter than
pique sauce, eh, papi?
Paco D know what you're doing?
'Cause everyone in
this neighborhood knows
Paco D controls
everything up to the water,
so what's he gonna say when he finds out
you ain't been kickin' up?
You'll keep your mouth shut.
Don't try to scare me.
You're a second-rate chop
shopper, not a killer.
But Paco is, and he likes me.
I beat up girls at PS 48
that made fun of his sister
with the lazy eye.
Timur came out of nowhere.
About half a year ago.
Six figures cash
to rent the back space
and not ask questions.
Are you out of your mind?
Maybe.
Now I need another ride.
And you'll tell me immediately,
especially if it's any information
involving our runner
and the authorities.
I don't care about the protocol.
Anything Tech comes
across comes to me first,
not the Board.
Are we clear? Good.
Is it over?
Quite the contrary.
Victor's out of the subway
system, but Taft's not moving.
Did he kill another one?
Apparently. Or wounded him badly.
Unbelievable.
This guy doesn't make
it out of the first round
of his past four bouts,
and suddenly no one
can take him down?
Gambling Division will
want confirmation on Taft.
Where-where's Connell?
I texted him,
but service is spotty in the tunnels.
Ah.
Connell. Hello.
What's that noise?
Putting out fires.
Literally and figuratively.
Well, is Taft dead?
No.
It seems Mr. Suero used some
sort of homemade chloroform
to knock him out.
He's quite resourceful.
Yes, he is. Let's
just hope he's as adept
at avoiding the police.
He seems capable.
Well, he's still running on adrenaline.
But his life as he knows it, it's gone.
He'll try to change his appearance
try to disappear.
Attempt to hide in
the obscurest of nooks.
Endeavor to dissolve into crowds.
But as the hours pass, he'll realize,
though he might
temporarily avoid the pack,
momentarily dodge death,
there's one thing he can't escape:
his heart.
His whole reason for
agreeing to the hunt
was to protect Josie;
more daughter than sister, really.
He couldn't leave her
behind in that fire
all those years ago, but
now he has abandoned her
in order to save her.
But he'll feel that pull,
and that will eventually be his undoing.
You sure this is the right thing to do?
I don't want Victor to get
into more trouble than he's in.
All I know is he had an agreement
to fix a fight for money, but
then he steals money instead,
and then the people he
made the agreement with
just disappear?
He's in deep shit.
I don't think it's possible
for us to make it worse.
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Victor! Where are you?
I thought I could pull it off.
I thought I could get
the money we needed
you'd be okay, and tomorrow
morning it'd be over.
Wh-what would be over?
I don't understand.
I'm so sorry I did this, okay?
I just want you to
know I didn't leave you.
Why are you talking like this? Listen
Let me speak to him.
The cops could come after you.
Everyone's coming after me.
Who? Timur?
This was all planned out.
There was a plan, Victor.
What's going on? Victor!
He hung up. Come on.
He's in a taxi and has a phone.
He was talking to someone.
He must have used the cabbie's phone
'cause nothing on his
red cell came through.
Where are we on the driver's phone?
Still searching for location.
It's six inches from Victor
in the front goddamn seat!
How hard is this?
Its digital location, sir.
And we have it.
Cloning it now.
I'm in.
Cab's WAZE account has
them heading toward
Staten Island.
Staten Island?
What the hell is he planning
on doing in Staten Island?
That's as far as I go.
Technically, this road is closed off.
Here you go.
Yo.
You doing urban exploring
and shit, be careful.
'Cause this place been closed since '72.
Heard a guy fell through an
elevator shaft and died in there.
Good to know.
Enjoy Staten Island, fellas.
You know, with everything
you just told me, you opened yourself up
to criminal liability
on several counts.
I don't give a shit, I just
want to find my brother.
You know, if you're trying
to scare this kid, she don't rattle.
Well, if she's not worried
to lying to a detective
- during an open investigation
- I haven't lied to you.
Really? You said Timur and
his guys were Russian, right?
I said they sounded Russian.
So here's the thing.
I've been an organized crime
gang unit detective for 16 years.
I know every outfit that
operates out of Hunt's Point,
for 20 blocks in any direction.
There ain't no Russians or
Poles or Bulgarians anywhere.
That's Coney Island shit, not here.
Look, sweetheart,
you sure you're not just
trying to protect your
brother by trying to pin
whatever he's doing
on some made-up thugs?
If it's so made up, explain this.
How the hell do we have over $3 million
in a checking account that as
of yesterday was nearly empty?
And if I was dirty, why
the fuck would I show you?
Hey, it's Roland. I need
you down in the office.
No, I-I want to put a BOLO
out on a Victor Suero ASAP.
No, no, no, we need to
help him, not arrest him.
Look, the only way I can help him
is by having him
picked up and brought in
so we can figure out
what's going on here.
'Cause if what you're saying
is true, about this money,
Victor's safest in custody.
Come here.
It's okay.
He's, uh, he's friendly.
Good girl, Katie girl.
Now, Katie girl
Kill!
Oh, that's a good girl.
to get the checkbook out.
I am seconds away from
securing another W.
I gotta call you back.
Now, unless you got scuba gear in there,
you're gonna run out of air real soon.
Like, I can wait, Victor.
Oh, what's this? You want to play
Rocky versus Apollo Creed?
Irish/Puerto Rican version?
Bit of "Why, I oughta," huh?
I'll make it fair, huh?
Look, you're safe now.
It's night-night time.
Just go to sleep.
Hey!
Where's Timur?
No idea what you're talking about.
Bullshit. You've seen
me walking through here
every day for the past six months.
Never saw you, and don't
know anyone named Timur.
Hey! The back warehouse is empty.
Where the hell did everyone go?
Suggest you get your
friend out of my face
before there's a problem.
There's already a
problem, and it's yours.
'Cause I've seen the cars you
have moving in and out of here,
half of them hotter than
pique sauce, eh, papi?
Paco D know what you're doing?
'Cause everyone in
this neighborhood knows
Paco D controls
everything up to the water,
so what's he gonna say when he finds out
you ain't been kickin' up?
You'll keep your mouth shut.
Don't try to scare me.
You're a second-rate chop
shopper, not a killer.
But Paco is, and he likes me.
I beat up girls at PS 48
that made fun of his sister
with the lazy eye.
Timur came out of nowhere.
About half a year ago.
Six figures cash
to rent the back space
and not ask questions.
Are you out of your mind?
Maybe.
Now I need another ride.
And you'll tell me immediately,
especially if it's any information
involving our runner
and the authorities.
I don't care about the protocol.
Anything Tech comes
across comes to me first,
not the Board.
Are we clear? Good.
Is it over?
Quite the contrary.
Victor's out of the subway
system, but Taft's not moving.
Did he kill another one?
Apparently. Or wounded him badly.
Unbelievable.
This guy doesn't make
it out of the first round
of his past four bouts,
and suddenly no one
can take him down?
Gambling Division will
want confirmation on Taft.
Where-where's Connell?
I texted him,
but service is spotty in the tunnels.
Ah.
Connell. Hello.
What's that noise?
Putting out fires.
Literally and figuratively.
Well, is Taft dead?
No.
It seems Mr. Suero used some
sort of homemade chloroform
to knock him out.
He's quite resourceful.
Yes, he is. Let's
just hope he's as adept
at avoiding the police.
He seems capable.
Well, he's still running on adrenaline.
But his life as he knows it, it's gone.
He'll try to change his appearance
try to disappear.
Attempt to hide in
the obscurest of nooks.
Endeavor to dissolve into crowds.
But as the hours pass, he'll realize,
though he might
temporarily avoid the pack,
momentarily dodge death,
there's one thing he can't escape:
his heart.
His whole reason for
agreeing to the hunt
was to protect Josie;
more daughter than sister, really.
He couldn't leave her
behind in that fire
all those years ago, but
now he has abandoned her
in order to save her.
But he'll feel that pull,
and that will eventually be his undoing.
You sure this is the right thing to do?
I don't want Victor to get
into more trouble than he's in.
All I know is he had an agreement
to fix a fight for money, but
then he steals money instead,
and then the people he
made the agreement with
just disappear?
He's in deep shit.
I don't think it's possible
for us to make it worse.
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Victor! Where are you?
I thought I could pull it off.
I thought I could get
the money we needed
you'd be okay, and tomorrow
morning it'd be over.
Wh-what would be over?
I don't understand.
I'm so sorry I did this, okay?
I just want you to
know I didn't leave you.
Why are you talking like this? Listen
Let me speak to him.
The cops could come after you.
Everyone's coming after me.
Who? Timur?
This was all planned out.
There was a plan, Victor.
What's going on? Victor!
He hung up. Come on.
He's in a taxi and has a phone.
He was talking to someone.
He must have used the cabbie's phone
'cause nothing on his
red cell came through.
Where are we on the driver's phone?
Still searching for location.
It's six inches from Victor
in the front goddamn seat!
How hard is this?
Its digital location, sir.
And we have it.
Cloning it now.
I'm in.
Cab's WAZE account has
them heading toward
Staten Island.
Staten Island?
What the hell is he planning
on doing in Staten Island?
That's as far as I go.
Technically, this road is closed off.
Here you go.
Yo.
You doing urban exploring
and shit, be careful.
'Cause this place been closed since '72.
Heard a guy fell through an
elevator shaft and died in there.
Good to know.
Enjoy Staten Island, fellas.
You know, with everything
you just told me, you opened yourself up
to criminal liability
on several counts.
I don't give a shit, I just
want to find my brother.
You know, if you're trying
to scare this kid, she don't rattle.
Well, if she's not worried
to lying to a detective
- during an open investigation
- I haven't lied to you.
Really? You said Timur and
his guys were Russian, right?
I said they sounded Russian.
So here's the thing.
I've been an organized crime
gang unit detective for 16 years.
I know every outfit that
operates out of Hunt's Point,
for 20 blocks in any direction.
There ain't no Russians or
Poles or Bulgarians anywhere.
That's Coney Island shit, not here.
Look, sweetheart,
you sure you're not just
trying to protect your
brother by trying to pin
whatever he's doing
on some made-up thugs?
If it's so made up, explain this.
How the hell do we have over $3 million
in a checking account that as
of yesterday was nearly empty?
And if I was dirty, why
the fuck would I show you?
Hey, it's Roland. I need
you down in the office.
No, I-I want to put a BOLO
out on a Victor Suero ASAP.
No, no, no, we need to
help him, not arrest him.
Look, the only way I can help him
is by having him
picked up and brought in
so we can figure out
what's going on here.
'Cause if what you're saying
is true, about this money,
Victor's safest in custody.
Come here.
It's okay.
He's, uh, he's friendly.
Good girl, Katie girl.
Now, Katie girl
Kill!
Oh, that's a good girl.