Most Dangerous Game is an American action series (and alternatively a movie) created by Nick Santora, Josh Harmon and Scott Elder that debuted on Quibi on April 6, 2020. It is inspired by the 1924 short story “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell. On May 20, 2021, the series was released on the Roku Channel. On August 23, 2021, it was renewed for a second season on the Roku Channel. The first season was also edited into a regular film on Amazon Prime. The following is the transcript of the movie.
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RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Tynes.
He’s ready for you.
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Dodge Tynes. Thanks for coming by.
Mr. Sellars, thanks for seeing me.
My pleasure. Call me Miles.
I wish you could call me Dodge. What a cool name.
Please, have a seat.
My dad was a car nut. Worked the line.
Yeah, everyone’s dad in this town worked the line.
My old man welded floor pans.
When I was 14, he brought us all the way here from Austria looking for the American dream, and damn it if Detroit didn’t give it to him.
[chuckles]
You’re a Wings fan?
Yeah.
Well, I got Yzerman’s stick hanging above my mantle in my billiards room.
I used to have Gordie Howe’s jersey hanging in my closet.
Authentic? Game-worn?
Oh, yeah. Had to sell it.
Yeah, well… I had a look at your medical file; seems like money’s been tight and luck’s been bad.
I’m really sorry you’re going through this, Dodge.
[high-pitched ringing]
[groaning]
Pain comes with the territory?
Yeah. Yeah, it usually clears up pretty quick.
[ringing fades]
Sorry.
Uh…
Look, Miles, I think you know my story.
If I just had some cash, I could maybe get some treatment to buy me more time, and, uh, maybe see my son be born.
That’s the kind of conversation that requires alcohol.
[scoffs]
Don’t know if I should in my condition.
In your condition, you should drink whatever the hell you want.
It’s the good stuff, I promise.
See?
Yeah, I’d ask where you got it, but I don’t have the money and I’ll probably be dead before I finished the bottle.
Come on, kid, don’t talk like that.
Pessimism’s not gonna help you or your wife. The good news is, you’re not the first person to come to The Tiro Fund in a tough spot.
You think a loan’s possible?
I have a building for collateral, The Carrington.
Well, Dodge, I really want to help you, and I think I can, but I know The Carrington. It’s unfinished, unfunded.
I’d be the fourth lienholder in line.
I just can’t loan the kind of money we’re talking about to someone who very likely might pass away before he can even think about paying me back.
Now, I know that makes me sound like a bastard.
I promise I’m not. It’s just… I lost family members to cancer. I’ve seen how unforgiving it can be.
Yeah, it’s okay. I get it. So, what, you still think you can help me somehow?
I do. But I can’t do it alone. I need your help, your participation.
Participation, how?
Dodge, I am what you would call a facilitator. I make possible the natural progression of man’s innate desire to be challenged.
Right. Well, what does this have to do with me?
You see, I represent a very exclusive, very wealthy clientele who pay exorbitant fees for a unique, one-of-a-kind experience in a highly intense sport… hunting. And that’s where your participation becomes integral.
You’d want them to hunt me? Like paintball?
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[chuckles]
Like tag or something?
Like you’d hunt an animal?
The sport in its purest form. A hunt to kill.
Fuck me, you’re serious.
Now I can see in your face you want to just run out of here, and you’re welcome to do so, only you’d be leaving as poor as you came. Or you can hear me out and help your family in a way that was unimaginable five minutes ago.
You hunt innocent humans?
No, we hunt desperate humans, with no glimmer of hope. We provide optimism, not just to people like you. For the most part, our hunters have snatched all the brass rings life can offer. We give them a challenge. They’re not going after paunchy 40-year-olds with bad knees. They battle physical specimens. We satisfy their need to strive. Not to mention what you’d be doing for me.
For you?
I’d be helping you and your wife and your unborn child. You know, really helping a family in crisis.
What I do for a living doesn’t provide much opportunity to feel good about myself.
No, I can’t imagine it does.
Listen, I’m gonna go to the cops.
To tell them what? You’d sound deranged, and you’d be able to prove nothing.
We’ll see.
You could leave your family millions. Dodge. How many times since your diagnosis have you told yourself you’d do anything to make sure your family’s secure after you’re gone? Well, this is your chance to “do anything.” If you want to hear more, I’ll be finishing my drink on the balcony.
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[panting]
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ANNOUNCER: Dodge Tynes coming on strong, passing Vanderbilt’s Wilson, leaving Notre Dame behind.
They’re all just spectators now.
He’s breaking from the pack, extending his lead with every step.
Into the final turn.
Nothing but daylight ahead of him.
Dodge Tynes wins the 400!
45.46 seconds, a new University of Michigan record.
Put it in the books. Dodge Tynes.
The unrecruited walk-on is nothing but a winner.
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[panting]
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[sizzling]
[high-pitched ringing]
[grunts]
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Hey, you.
Hey, you.
You want some breakfast?
Ooh.
Why, thank you.
An omelet, blueberries, toast, coffee.
Oh. Oh, God.
No good?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I thought eggs were okay.
[retching] It’s the butter.
Oh, boy.
Shit.
[coughing]
I’m sorry, babe. I thought you were cool with dairy.
[toilet flushes]
You okay?
[sighs] I amokay with dairy.
It’s little Thumper that’s not okay with dairy.
Or chicken or anything green.
Thank you. That was sweet, though.
Thanks for the vomity kiss. That’s nice.
Hey, do you think we can get to the crib this week?
I got to get that box out of the foyer already.
Yes. I’ll do the crib.
And the loose brick.
Every time you step on it, it just comes right off.
The crib, the loose brick, everything else, it’s all gonna get done once I’m through with these pitches.
I know. And you’re gonna be great.
You’re always great.
Hey. Don’t hide things from me, okay?
I found the bills.
I wasn’t hiding them from you, I just want you to focus on your job.
I’m focused. Okay? And I have some great leads.
And I’m gonna get the financing.
I got to go.
Hey.
$1,238.48.
That’s what we had when we got married.
Negative $220,000: our net worth when we bought this shell of a house and renovated it from the ground up.
We built a life together.
We’re gonna be fine.
Yeah, I know.
$220,000 in debt.
The good old days, huh?
[laughs]
[chuckles softly]
I love you.
Mr. Pierce, I appreciate your time.
So, let me get right to it, all right?
Your building? It’s a sinking ship.
All right? Matter of fact, it’s already underwater and filled with holes.
But that doesn’t mean it can’t be salvaged.
Distressed asset investment.
That’s what put all this marble under our feet.
So…
Exactly. And as you can see from the prospectus…
I don’t invest in something based on drawings about how something could be.
I only invest based on what something is now.
So please, bring me back the real numbers, all right?
Warts and all. And give me your best shot.
All right? Bring me those numbers.
I got to go.
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LOOGER: To the future Prince Tynes.
Lucky bastard. Three times, all girls.
Even the dog is female.
And you find out yours has a wang. Unfair.
Please. You love being surrounded by Daddy’s girls.
I do, but sometimes I just want someone to watch football and fart with.
Oh, you won’t do that with him, Janice?
Seriously, man, what a blessing.
You’ve got an heir to the throne.
I’ll be right back.
[clears throat]
Hey, when you pee in my alley, the bums get confused because they already marked their territory.
All right, man, what’s the problem?
How am I supposed to have an heir to the throne when all I have to pass on is a mountain of debt?
D, I know things are bad.
I put everything I had in The Carrington.
Not to mention what other people had, too.
Hey, I’m not some investor whose money you lost.
I’m your best friend… whose money you lost.
It’s not funny, man. It’s killing me.
I’m not thrilled about it, either.
I mean, I don’t know if you noticed, but this place is not exactly a gold mine.
50K is a lot of money to me, but I only want it back when you can swing it.
Look at her. Van Buren Motors.
Back in the day, when that sign was all lit up, you could see it from anywhere in the city.
You remember that summer, when your old man had us working the Paint Room?
Yeah, we brought Penny, uh, P-Penny what’s her, what’s her name?
Penny Talesco.
Penny Talesco.
And Tammy Polnechek.
[chuckles]
My dad catches us smoking his Chesterfields in the underground tunnels.
Yeah, I thought he was gonna have a coronary.
Well, yeah.
If any paint fumes had gotten in those tunnels, we would’ve blown up half the factory.
[laughs]
Stupid.
Yeah, but fun.
Look, man, better times are coming.
Just hang in there.
Now I got to go check on the kegs.
You okay?
Yeah, I’m okay.
Yeah?
I’m okay.
If I have to come back out here, you got to name your baby Looger.
[chuckles]
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[high-pitched ringing]
[grunts]
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[tires screeching]
[horn honking]
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[distant siren wailing]
Mrs. Tynes.
Where is my husband?
I found him on my beat. Doctors can tell you more, but right now he’s alert and okay.
I’ll take you to him.
This way.
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He’s right in there.
Thank you.
What happened?
Hey. I’m okay.
I’m okay.
Police called. I was so scared.
DR. SINGHAL: Mr. and Mrs. Tynes?
This is Dr. Carlton Levy and I’m Dr. Rajiv Singhal.
So, uh, what the hell’s going on?
One minute I’m at the bus, next minute I wake up in here.
Mr. Tynes, have you been experiencing any headaches lately?
Yeah.
Yeah, pretty bad ones.
Well, this is your CT.
This mass is a, it’s a glioblastoma, an aggressive tumor.
It’s malignant and, because of its location, inoperable.
VALERIE: Uh, this has to be wrong.
He runs, like, six miles every day.
Mrs. Tynes, we’re lucky to have Dr. Levy as a visiting attending.
He’s one of the top oncological surgeons at Sloan Kettering.
We both concur on the diagnosis.
DR. LEVY: I wish we were wrong, but unfortunately, we’re not.
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[sniffles]
[crying]: I don’t care what they say.
We’ll see every specialist there is, go to the Mayo Clinic, Cedars…
With what, Val? I have no insurance.
Yes, you do.
No. No, you and the baby do.
I took myself off the policy months ago.
Why would you do that?
Because we have no money, Val.
[crying]
I’m all right. I’m all right.
Listen, man, I’m, uh, I’m real sorry you’re going through all this.
Here.
There’s this company always leaving those at the hospital.
They say they help sick people in trouble.
Maybe they can help you.
Weeks? Weeks?
[crying]: Val and I haven’t had enough time together.
I’m angry.
I’m angry I’m gonna die.
I’m angry my son won’t know me.
I’m angry this fucking tumor’s taking me from my family. [groans]
There’s options, you know, um, holistic stuff.
I was watching TV the other day and this guy said if you drink aloe, it does something to the pH in your body [fading]: and it kills the cancer, or, um, tents where you sweat out the toxins, or, I don’t know, there’s healing crystals, or Reiki, or acupuncture.
I just think… You know, we try other stuff.
We don’t, we don’t just accept this. There’s options.
[distant siren wailing]
In my experience, it’s best if I talk for a while and you just listen with an open mind. Can you do that for me, Dodge? So here’s how you’ll be hunted. It’s a 24-hour hunt. Every hour you survive, more money is being wired into your bank account, and that continues until the game ends. You survive the day, you walk away rich. Don’t… you die a few weeks earlier than you would’ve anyway, but you leave your family set for life.
I can’t believe we’re actually having this conversation.
Well, after you called my office, I researched you. Local boy made good, turning the city around. Track star at Michigan, solid citizen. Dodge, if I could wave a wand making you well, believe me, I would. But that wand doesn’t exist, and if it did, you couldn’t afford it.
Is this how you find participants? Lying to hospitals, telling them you can help their patients?
I can help you, and that thrills me. [chuckles]: Might come as a surprise, but I didn’t grow up thinking this would be my calling. I wanted to play goalie for the Red Wings. Look, usually I’m dealing with trust fund babies blowing inheritances, or degenerate gamblers. I got a guy with a six-figure coke habit on my call sheet right now. Dodge, you’re the first terminal person we’ve found who’s actually fit enough to be a runner. You’re just a good man who caught a bad hand.
Well, if I’m a good man, what’s that make you?
Your only hope. If you want to consider this, there are rules, most important of which is: once you commit, that’s it. No time-outs, no do-overs. My clients want to make absolutely sure you know exactly what you’re getting into. They want a fair hunt.
Mm. What gentlemen.
[chuckles]: Oh, don’t assume they’re men. Hunters can be men, women, Black, white, butcher, baker, candlestick maker– anyone you run into could be the last person you ever see. Next rule: the game takes place in Detroit only. If you leave the city’s confines, that’s a violation, and then the game never ends. It continues until you’re killed. Go to the cops or get yourself arrested, that’s a violation. You tell anyone what’s going on, that’s a violation. It’s just you and the five hunters we’ve lined up for this run. No I.D., no cash, no help; just you on your own.
And the money part?
Good, that means you’re intrigued. Top of the first hour, $50,000 is wired into your bank from an untraceable offshore account. Next hour, $100,000. Deposits increase 50 grand every hour until hour 20, which pays a million, and that increases by a million every hour after that, culminating in the final hour, which pays $5 million for a grand total of… $24.5 million.
Yes, exactly why you’ll be great at this game. Smart, athletic, you know the terrain better than the hunters. You can pull this off. A few more things you need to know: no guns. Hunters need to get up close and personal. They’re gonna get real creative with this. You have to carry this at all times. It can only call me. Every time you make it through another hour– so right after your money’s deposited– it chimes twice, giving up your exact location for the next 15 seconds. After that, you go dark again. Don’t think you can drop it on a bus and take off. We find the cell and not you? That’s a violation. It’ll make you a permanent player in the game. Enough so you know I’m for real, not enough to make a dent in your problems. Suit yourself. But if you change your mind… here’s my personal number. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon.
[scoffs] I’ll see you in hell first.
No. You’ll get to go to Heaven, Dodge, when you die.
DODGE: So, even utilizing a vacancy rate of 2.6%, we’re still looking at returns well above the mean. This variable-cost model allows for a return of capital greater than comparable investments in Columbus, Grand Rapids, Peoria and St. Louis.
Okay, Dodge.
Yes, sir, you have a question?
No, no, I think I have a pretty good picture of what we’re looking at here. But I do have to say, my friend, you could sell salt to a slug.
[both chuckle]
Thank you.
But I’m sorry to say, you can’t sell this one to me. I really wanted the numbers to work, but they don’t. But maybe we could do something in the future, okay?
Maybe I could rework the offer?
Oh, no, there’s no need, but thank you. It’s-it’s a definite pass. All right, my friend.
What if I give you 75% equity?
You could give me the whole damn building, wouldn’t make a difference. I don’t want the debt that goes along with it. Look, bring me your next project, okay?
There is no next project, sir. I need this to work. My-my family and I are going through something right now, and this… this building is all I got.
Well, I went through something similar when I started out, but trust me, it’s never as bad as it seems. You’re gonna bounce back, kid. All right, be in touch.
[door opens]
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You know what I don’t like about this?
The dying part?
What I don’t like is what a little bitch you’re being. When you tore up your ankle at regionals, you trained your ass off, came back, and won state. And when that prick associate professor tried to steal Val– Hey. Look at me when I’m talking to you. When that prick tried to steal Val away, you knocked him in the dirt. You’re a lousy singer, an average card player, and the best friend I got, so you fight, like you always do.
I got no money, no insurance. My parents are dead. Val’s family’s broke. What exactly do I fight with?
You got a son on the way, so you fight with everything you got.
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Hey.
Where’d you go?
I took a walk to clear my head.
[exhales]
Uh… I have something to tell you. An offer was made to me. Jerry Pierce wants to close financing. So we’re gonna have money coming in, and we’re gonna use it for the most aggressive drugs out there, experimental surgeries, whatever it takes. I did some research and there’s doctors that have developed procedures that they…
Oh, my God.
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Listen, I’m not ready to let go yet, so I’m gonna fight. I’m gonna fight for all three of us, and I’m not gonna give up.
Are we gonna be okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I promise.
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[beeping]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
MILES [over phone]: Hello, Dodge.
How’d you know it was me?
[chuckles] You’re the only person outside my team who has this number. How can I help you?
[exhales] I’m in.
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[whispers]: I love you.
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Where you going?
I’m just going for a run. Go back to sleep, okay?
[music playing faintly over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
Cutting it close.
Game’s from sunrise to sunrise.
Daybreak’s at 6:46.
Here. I ordered those for you.
I’m not hungry.
No, you should eat.
You need fuel in your tank.
I’m fine.
Oh, suit yourself, but it’s tough going out there when you’re on the run.
I run every day.
Not like this you don’t. Empty your pockets.
Is there a problem?
I’m just thinking maybe I should go home.
To what? A wife who can watch you die penniless? A family that’ll be homeless in a matter of months? Dodge, we both know you’re too good a man to leave them like that just because you’re scared.
Wait, hold on. The ultrasound.
Oh, fair enough. Keep those. If you’re debilitated, you can’t provide a good game.
Get up.
What?
Come on, on your feet. It’ll only take a second. Arms out. I got to pat you down. My apologies, but it’s a requirement.
People are watching.
Yeah, they think you’re on parole and I’m your probation officer.
Great.
I had a guy in San Juan smuggle a knife in his sock. In the end it did him no good, but my clients were rightfully upset that the game was compromised.
How many people have you roped into this shit?
Considering the stakes, more than you’d imagine.
[phone beeping]
Considering the state of the world, fewer than you’d expect.
[line ringing]
Yeah, it’s me. Yeah. Wire $50,000 into the player’s account, please. I-I’ll wait.
Do you guys have a name for the baby?
Yeah? Thanks.
Open the dollar sign app.
This is my bank account. How…
Look at the balance. For the first hour, whether you live through it or not. Now you know the setup works.
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DODGE: “I’ll love you both forever.”
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[clock ticking]
Don’t look at the clock, look at me. I want you to get through this. I want you to have a shot at holding that kid of yours, or at least leave him something, so listen to me carefully. What you want to do is keep moving. Crowds are your friend. Hunters don’t want to kill you too publicly, or they wind up spending the rest of their lives in prison under the fake identities we set up for them. Trust no one, keep your head on a swivel, stay paranoid.
Got it?
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Yeah. When do you tell the hunters?
Well, they’re in here with us now, all five of them.
What?
MILES: Yeah, that’s right, it could be anyone.
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Dodge, Dodge. Adrenaline is flushing your system, your heart rate’s going like you’re making the final turn in the quarter mile– you got to get this shit in check, or you won’t make it past noon.
Yeah. When does it start?
[phone chimes twice]
It just did. You get a three-minute head start. You can use it to take in as many faces as you can, but for all you know, the hunters have already slipped out the back. Or you can run your ass off. There are three Fs, kid: fight, flight or freeze. The third one gets you killed.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I’m sorry.
[breathing heavily]
[horn honks]
[tires screech]
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Fare? $1.50.
Shit. I lost my wallet.
Step off the bus, sir.
Come on, man, you’ve seen me before. You know I have a monthly.
Just this one time.
Thanks.
[high-pitched ringing]
[groans]
[grunts]
[ringing fades]
MAN: Hold the bus!
Hey, let’s go!
Come on, man, this thing runs on a schedule. Let’s move it.
Don’t you tell me how to drive my damn bus.
Thanks, man. [panting]
Mind moving over?
[exhales]
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Stop the bus! Stop the bus. I need to get off. Stop the bus.
You need to stay behind the yellow line, sir.
Stop the fucking bus!
[people gasping]
Get your crazy ass off my bus.
[people murmuring]
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[birds chirping]
[laptop chimes]
Let’s see what you bloodsuckers want.
Deposit?
Hmm.
Oh, my God.
[phone vibrating]
Oh. I’m sorry, your husband can’t come to the phone right now.
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[soft chatter]
He’s busy playing a game.
DODGE [recorded]: You’ve reached Dodge Tynes of Tynes Construction. Leave a message, and I’ll get right back to you.
Hi, hon. I know you said we’d have some money coming in, but we just had 50 grand deposited into our account. Kind of crazy Jerry Pierce would get to us so soon. Call me back. Love you.
[phone ringing]
Oh. Yeah, Connell?
Your boy isn’t doing well. He’s panicking.
Are you questioning my selection?
I am not.
MILES: Good. Dodge is an athlete. He’ll give a good hunt.
I’m certain you’re correct; however, you should be aware Carter is right on Tynes’ trail. He’s hardly 50 yards behind him.
Come on, Dodge, don’t make me look bad.
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[brakes squeak]
[loud popping]
[horns honk, tires screech]
[shouting in Farsi]
[engine backfires]
[indistinct chatter]
[panting]
Crowds are your friend.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
What the hell am I supposed to do with these?
Just let me sit here a minute.
Get out of my chair before I kick your ass.
[elevator bell dings]
Hey, hey! Newspaper’s a dollar!
Hold the door!
Thanks.
[baby coos]
[elevator bell dings]
[baby fussing]
[baby cries]
♪ ♪
[elevator bell dings]
[exhales]
Okay, just breathe. Regulate your heart rate. Stay hydrated. You’re okay, you’re okay.
[elevator bell dings]
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[door closes]
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♪ ♪
[shoes squeak]
[door opens]
[footsteps echoing]
[footsteps echoing]
[grunts softly]
[wrapper rustling]
[sighs softly]
♪ Wish me luck♪
♪ As you wave me goodbye♪
♪ Cheerio, here I go♪
♪ On my way♪
♪ Wish me luck♪
♪ As you wave me goodbye♪
♪ With a cheer♪
♪ Not a tear♪
♪ Make it gay.♪
[sighs]
[clears throat]
So… Mr. Tynes? Shall we?
[footsteps echoing]
I was told that you were a competitor, Mr. Tynes. A fighter. Someone with something to live for. But sadly… it appears that you’re nothing more… than a waste of my time… my energy… and my resources.
[panting]
I have to say… that I’m disappointed.
[phone vibrating]
Nixon.
Mr. Sellars, I traveled a quarter of the way around the globe for a hunt that’s lasted less than an hour. This is Johannesburg all over again. We’ll need to discuss your refund policy.
I apologize. I-It’s not the quality of product you deserve, nor is it what The Tiro Fund strives to provide. I’ll make it right on the next hunt. You have my word.
Sorry, Dodge.
[line clicks]
Okay. Now we…
[grunts]
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GREEN: Sir? Tynes has exited the bathroom. In a body bag.
Not at this speed, he’s not. He’s alive.
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[panting]
MILES: Attaboy, Dodge.
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
VALERIE: You’ve reached the Tynes. Please leave a message.
Dodge, it’s Jerry Pierce. Um, I couldn’t get you on the cell, so I figured I’d try you at home, and– Look, I feel bad about saying no to The Carrington, but I had a thought. How about you project manage for me? Now, I know it’s not the same as running your own company, but I would love to have a guy like you on my team. So, please, give me a call.
[laptop chimes]
[keys clacking]
What the hell?
[panting]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone chimes twice]
Shit.
14 wolverine, 13 wolverine…
Okay, gang, today we’re gonna be doing a half mile down to the post office and back to the bakery.
11 wolverine, ten wolverine, nine wolverine, eight wolverine, seven wolverine…
VALERIE: Dodge, there’s 150 grand in our bank account.
…five wolverine…
VALERIE: I know Jerry Pierce didn’t come in on our building. Where are you? Call me.
…one wolverine.
What is he saying?
Hey, son, are you all right?
No.
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[shushing]
Now, you squirm or holler, some of these good folks might get hurt, too.
And they didn’t agree to partake in no hunt.
[panting]
Let’s go for a little walk.
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Looger, it’s Val.
Are you with Dodge?
Okay, listen, we just had $150,000 sent to us this morning.
Dodge said it was from this deal that I just learned doesn’t exist, and now I can’t get in touch with him.
No, Looger, I’m telling you, something is wrong.
I think he’s in trouble.
There you go. Nice and easy… to the escalator over there.
We’re gonna ride on up to the mezzanine, then out to the loading docks.
How that sound?
Come on, now.
[panting]
[inhales] Reagan.
[people gasping]
[alarm ringing]
[groans]
Limey son of a bitch.
♪ ♪
Impressive.
[footsteps approaching]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[panting]
It seems Mr. Tynes escaped Nixon and Reagan just a few minutes apart.
I told you he’d give a good hunt.
You did, sir. Well, I’m off to follow our players.
♪ ♪
[man mutters]
[bell rings]
Watch it!
[grunting]
[groaning]
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[exhales]
OFFICER: Everything okay down there?
Saw you fall from across the street.
Yes.
Uh, he’s fine. Thank you, Officer.
Not talking to you. Talking to the guy with the bloody beak.
[panting]
Yeah, I’m okay, sir.
Maybe don’t run like a maniac next time.
Yeah, you must forgive my friend, Officer.
He’s, uh… he’s late for his wife’s ultrasound.
Today… is the day they find out the gender.
It really is a very exciting day, isn’t it, mate?
[panting]
Yeah.
All right.
Congrats on the kid.
Get that nose checked out.
Okay.
♪ ♪
Hey!
[steam hissing]
[grunting]
That tea-sipping nancy boy ain’t here to save you now, is he, son?
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[chime over P.A.]
MAN: Next stop, Fort/Cass Station.
♪ ♪
[panting]
Fuckin’ Detroit, right?
[people murmuring]
Look here, Benny Hill.
I was actively engaged back there.
You interfered with my kill.
Violated the rules of the hunt.
First, I know the rules of the hunt better than anyone.
You had merely trapped the prey in a public setting, which negates any possibility of active engagement.
Now, if I come upon you and the prey on the loading dock behind the building, which was private and secure, then, yes, you would have been in active engagement and any interference on my part would have been a violation.
But that was not the case.
And, second, you will remove your hands from my suit immediately, or I will remove your left testicle from the inside of your body.
Whatever you say, Mr. Belvedere.
[sniffs]
The kid left Reagan and Nixon holding their jocks, twice. [chuckles]
Our other hunters?
All in the vicinity.
MILES: Dodge may feel safe on that train, but that’s not gonna last.
♪ ♪
[exhales]
[panting]
[breathing heavily]
Shit!
Sorry if I startled you.
Father… Sorry, yeah, you kind of scared me.
Not my intention. Are you here for confession?
Sure. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a while since my last confession. If I’m being honest, Father… I’m afraid that I’ve willingly engaged in something that is… inherently evil. And now I can’t get out of it.
WOMAN: Let’s see. Well, it’s got a foreign account code. But they don’t give the source. And with international banking laws and all… I’m sorry, do you not know how you got this money?
No, that’s…
Uh, it’s her uncle’s estate. He was very wealthy; holdings all over the place. So we’re just trying to figure out where exactly the money’s coming from.
You know, we don’t want her cousins finding out about a new account, and then making claims on assets they don’t deserve.
Yeah. Uh… they weren’t the ones changing the old man’s diapers the past two years.
I’m gonna get my manager to take a look at this. It’s strange, the deposits seem to be coming in regular intervals– 46 minutes after every hour. 50,000… 100,000… 150,000…
150?
Yes, at 8:46 this morning. Are you not aware of this last deposit?
We just… had no idea how much Uncle Jimmy actually had.
Well… I’m gonna get my manager.
It’s okay. Uh, everything seems to be in order. Thank you for your time.
What are you doing?
300 grand? Dodge is into some serious shit, okay? And the last thing we need is someone looking into it before we can figure out what’s going on.
[sighs] Thought I had no choice. You know, I couldn’t just leave my family with nothing. Wanting to provide for your loved ones is not a sin.
Yeah.
How you decide to do it…
…it can be.
[door opens nearby]
What exactly are you doing?
[door closes]
Dealing drugs, stealing?
No, no. I’d never do something that could hurt someone else. Ironically, the only person that could get hurt is me.
[footsteps approaching]
Okay, well, call me if you have any information.
Thanks.
Anything?
Hospitals and morgues have no one fitting his description, so I guess that’s good.
[car door opens, closes]
You called the police?
We don’t know what Dodge is doing.
I thought we agreed we were gonna keep him out of trouble.
He’s already in trouble.
[knocking at door]
My son, I cannot provide you with the sacrament of penance unless you confess your specific misdeed and express your heartfelt sorrow for having committed it.
Thing is… the rules say I can’t tell anyone. If I tell you, and you go to the cops…
I’m forbidden from breaching the confidentiality of confession. Church canon dictates that I cannot betray your trust.
Father, if I told you… you wouldn’t believe me.
[grunting]
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey!
Stop that this instant!
He’s trying to kill me!
I was, I was just waiting my turn! Fuck.
You just violated the sanctity of my church. Now, sit down and tell me exactly why you think people are trying to kill you.
[door opens, closes]
Because I agreed to it.
Does your husband have a history of depression in his family?
No.
Suicide?
No.
Sorry, I-I got to ask. Often people who are sick, they want to go out on their own terms.
It’s okay.
Sorry, I have to ask this.
Um, and for your husband’s sake, I need you to tell the truth. Was he involved in anything illegal? Drugs, financial crimes, anything that could help explain the deposits you’ve been receiving?
The idea that my husband would be involved in anything illegal is absurd.
Okay.
Uh, my situation is this: I can’t even file a missing person’s report for 24 hours, so my hands are tied, but, uh… Look, I’ll poke around, talk to some people. But I got to be honest, I’m grasping right now.
My husband is a good man. Please, if there’s anything you can do…
Yeah, of course.
I got less than a minute, Father– I got to go.
Why? What’s so urgent at 9:45 on a weekday that you need to run off instead of tell me your problems?
9:45 isn’t when things get urgent, Father. It’s 9:46– that’s when they’ll know where I am.
Who? Who will know?
Look… I can’t say.
Whoever it is, I promise I won’t let them hurt you. Not in my house. Not in the Lord’s house.
[phone chimes twice]
Ah, shit, you see? Now they know where I am.
[Nigerian accent]: Actually, Dodge, I’ve known where you are for some time now.
♪ ♪
MILES: Looks like it’s over.
Carter’s got him pinned.
Three hours, one minute. Oh.
Still below average, but considering he’s got away from Reagan and Nixon, you can’t say it was not a formidable hunt.
[line ringing]
Connell, you’re at that church?
Have been for a while.
Yeah, get ready for a cleanup.
CARTER: The gates are wrought iron. There’s no pulling them open! Now, why would I lock one gate, but not the others? That would be illogical. Lord, I hate dumb prey. I have a psychology degree from the University of Ibadan, master’s in behavioral studies from Oxford. That is how I was able to find you. You see, an hour ago, when I got your location, I was nowhere near you, but the entire 15 seconds that you were exposed, you headed north. I saw you were a few blocks from St. Jerome’s. And though I know you are a lapsed Catholic from your file, church is still something familiar, eh? When scared, we subconsciously run towards the familiar. It soothes us. [laughing] I knew you wouldn’t immediately go inside. Fear of being trapped the way Nixon had you confined in the Renaissance Center, eh? [laughs] But, eventually, you would seek sanctuary. I got here before you, locked up, borrowed some clothes from the rectory, and here we are– you, me… and my father’s 20-ounce steel shaft rip claw.
Why didn’t you just kill me in confession?
I wanted to see if you’d break the rules and expose the hunt.
I didn’t say anything. I followed the rules.
Yes. You play with honor. That is why I’m going to kill you quickly.
Come on, man. I have a family.
I know that from your profile, too.
[grunting]
[groans]
You put up a valiant fight. You should be proud. Goodbye, Mr. Tynes.
[yelling]
[screaming]
[grunting]
[grunting]
This is my favorite part.
[grunts]
[grunts, groans]
[yelling]
The gates are wrought iron. There’s no pulling them open. If I were you, I’d get those prayer candles and burn this church to the ground, ’cause if you leave me alive, trust me when I say you will see me real soon!
You said you read my file. What file?
[laughs softly]
Background on potential prey. As a psychologist, I find it helpful with my tracking. Troglodytes like Reagan don’t ever read them. I’m not even sure he can read. [laughs]
Reagan? You said Nixon earlier.
And I’m Carter. Miles gives us pseudonyms to protect the hunt. I like the name “Carter” because of his work with Habitat for Humanity. They use tools… just like me.
[shouts]
[groaning]
[laughs]
[yells]
You asked for this, Mr. Tynes!
You said so yourself!
[groaning]
Oh, fuck.
Hey, hey, my brother.
I-I’m sorry, but I believe that is my hammer.
Huh? [laughs]
[groans]
[groans]
Hey! Stealing from the church? Oh, you know that is bad juju, man! Bad juju! I’m coming for you. Mr. Tynes! I am coming for you.
[indistinct chatter]
[groans softly]
♪ ♪
[air hissing]
How the hell did he get out of the church, and Carter isn’t moving?
[phone ringing]
Connell?
Did he kill Carter?
No, he… incapacitated him.
Oh, yeah, just let me out of here.
That would be interfering with the hunt. But… this is what you’ll do. When you’re discovered, you’ll say you’re a priest from Nigeria staying with family in Detroit. You decided to see the church, and came upon vandals robbing the donations box. They beat you and locked you up. Hey, it could be hours till I’m found.
Yes. Good day.
The situation’s handled, sir.
[phone beeps]
Oh, I got to go. It’s the runner.
Dodge, you continue to impress.
You gave them a file on me? Carter used it to find me.
Well, yeah, after we met, I had my team do a little recon on you. It’s all part of the hunt.
Yeah. Yeah, well, the hunt’s on hold, asshole. That psycho Carter took a chunk out of my leg.
Yeah, I’m afraid that’s a “you” problem.
Fuck you. I thought you wanted a fair hunt.
I explained the rules to you. No do-overs, no time-outs. If you’re injured, I suggest you tend to your wounds. Well, keep up the good work, kid. I’m rooting for you.
[line clicks]
H-Hello? Ah, you prick.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Yeah, great. Just great.
[groans]
♪ ♪
[exhales]
[groaning]
[panting]
[groans]
Ah, fuck!
[exhales]
[sighs]
[groans]
[panting]
[groans]
Fuck! Aah!
[panting]
Oh, fuck. I can’t run. I can’t fucking run.
[panting]
Hmm.
Interesting.
[line ringing]
Mr. Sellars.
Is Connell in place?
Well, Connell is never too far from the prey, but will not be seen by you or any hunter, unless he wants to be seen.
Now, I assume you ask because you think you have a beat on Tynes?
The expression is “have a bead,” Mr. Sellars, not a beat.
And, no, I cannot have a bead on him, because a bead is the metal protuberance on the end of a gun barrel, which helps a shooter aim.
And, we’re not permitted to use guns to take our prey.
Condescending asshole.
Now, I see you’re at the corner of, uh, Lafayette and Chrysler, just outside Greektown.
And I’ve been tracking Dodge for the past several hours.
Each hour, he’s moved closer to downtown, but he’s covering less ground each time.
He’s an athlete– he wouldn’t be getting this tired so soon into the game.
I’ve concluded that he’s hurt.
Well, I can neither confirm nor deny.
I wasn’t asking you to. I would never attempt to glean non-permitted information.
I always play by the rules.
Apologies. It was not my intent to suggest otherwise.
Be that as it may, this call is a courtesy.
You might want to get your ducks in a row.
It will be 4:46 soon.
I believe the GPS will show Dodge to be close.
And he won’t get away from me twice.
Well, he is kind of close.
Dodge, you’re picking the wrong time to catch a game.
[crowd cheering]
ANNOUNCER: Here’s Clutterbuck right into the middle and Bernier had to come up with a big stop!
ANNOUNCER 2: He also got belted.
Right out of the box, back in for Bertuzzi.
Sends it rink wide. Dylan Larkin able to keep that puck in.
What’s the score?
Three-two, Islanders. We have no offense.
How much time left?
Uh, couple of minutes.
It’s gonna be close.
Huh?
Nothing.
You mind if I hang out and listen for a while?
Nah. Move along.
You guys are always trying to five-finger my inventory.
“You guys”?
I’m not homeless.
I was in an accident. It’s a long story.
Come on, man, I just want to hear the game.
Suit yourself.
Thanks.
Hey, you wouldn’t have anything to drink, would you?
I’m dying of thirst.
Only sell merch.
Want to buy a program?
Well, I got no cash.
Be happy I don’t charge you to listen.
Come on, Detroit!
Cops said stay by the phone, but no one’s calling.
It’s almost sunset.
What if he’s in a ditch somewhere?
I reached out to everyone we know.
No one’s heard from him.
Is the money still coming in?
Yeah, over 2.2 million.
Jesus. How?
I don’t know. He knew a million money guys with access to that kind of cash.
I’m gonna check his records.
Okay, well, I’m gonna do another lap around the neighborhood, ’cause I’m losing my mind just sitting here.
You want Janice to come back over?
Uh… no. I want to be alone.
Okay.
Everything’s gonna be all right.
Just call me if you find anything.
ANNOUNCER: Another save by Greiss! Detroit down by one, with an empty net and a man advantage.
Oh! Larkin rang one off the crossbar, missing a goal by inches!
Yes.
What, are you from New York?
No. No, I’m from here.
30 seconds left in the game. New York can’t get the puck out of their own end!
I’ll see you later, man.
Oh! Bertuzzi just misses on the glove side!
Come on!
Put the puck in the back of the damn net!
ANNOUNCER: It’s desperation time now.
A flurry of activity, but still not getting close to the goal.
It’s moments like these where you really feel the anxiety because you know you’re running out of time.
♪ ♪
Larkin drops it back to Kronwall… slapshot!
Blocked by Hickey, picked up by Boychuk!
He fires it down the ice
[horn blares]
just as the horn sounds!
Detroit loses a nail-biter, three to two!
[crowd cheering]
[phone chimes twice]
Here we go.
[tires screeching]
Nine wolverine, eight wolverine… Seven… six… Five wolverine… four wolverine… three wolverine… two wolverine, one wolverine.
[indistinct chatter]
[phone beeping]
[loud, overlapping chatter]
Dodge! Dodge, I know you’re here, mate! You can’t run anymore, so now you hide.
Right in plain sight.
You clever, clever boy.
Dodge!
Oh, Dodge Tynes!
Hey! Hey, you! Hey!
-Hey, take the jersey off. Hey!
All right, all right, just keep it down.
Hey, take it off, you thief! Take it off!
Just keep it down.
VENDOR: Take it off!
[groans]: Oh, come on.
Could you hurry up?
No, because you never took the laundry out of the trunk.
Let’s just get them in the car seats and then we’ll finish loading up.
♪ ♪
[engine starts]
[exhales]
[inhales sharply] Ooh.
That’s gonna be a cold one tonight, Dodge.
[phone rings]
Yeah, Connell?
Yeah, I saw the speed on the monitor.
I assume he’s on a bus.
In a car?
Dodge, you have no idea what you’re doing.
♪ ♪
WOMAN: Okay, Mikey’s got “Bingo” on repeat.
[exhales] Davey’s got his juice.
And before you know it, we’ll be back in Birmingham.
The game takes place in Detroit only.
You leave the city’s confines,
that’s a violation, and then the game never ends.
Shit.
WOMAN: ♪ And Bingo was his name-o♪
-♪ I-N-G-O♪
[clapping]
♪ I-N-G-O, I-N-G-O♪
-♪ And Bingo was his name-o♪
♪ I want to blow my brains out♪
Don’t be such a grump.
You know the words, just sing the song.
-♪ I-N-G-O…♪
Shh. Quiet.
-[thudding]
I think I hear something.
What the hell is that?
I think it’s coming from the trunk.
You’re getting off the freeway?
[thudding continues]
I mean, it’s not exactly the best neighborhood.
[thudding continues]
-What is it?
How should I know?
Do you think it’s like a raccoon or something?
[sighs]
I think I’ll know in a second.
[thudding continues]
-Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Holy shit!
Are we still in the city limits?
How did you get in my car?
-Are we still in Detroit?
WOMAN: We have a homeless man accosting us
-on 6 Mile Road!
Hey! No-no-no, you can’t call the cops!
MAN: Hey, hey, come on, stop!
[grunts]
Ah!
Give me your phone.
Give me your fucking phone!
[panting]
Please. Don’t hurt them.
I’m so…
I’m sorry.
[panting]
[panting]
[breathing deeply]
♪ ♪
Hey! Where do you think you’re going?!
I’m going home.
Stolen taxi reported just off 6 Mile.
Suspect description matches our runner.
Yeah, he’s ten hours into the game.
He’s mentally exhausted. It’s a calculated risk.
He knows cops aren’t putting a stolen cab
-on the top of their to-do list.
Agreed.
But there was another report of a vagrant
assaulting a family, not far from the car theft.
Suspect description also matches our runner.
Assaulting a family?
Well, the hunt broke a Panamanian general
in Colón City four years ago;
why wouldn’t the same thing happen
to a real estate developer in Detroit?
WOMAN: Sir?
Tynes isn’t using any evasive or deceptive driving techniques.
It appears he has a very specific destination in mind.
[insects chirping]
♪ ♪
Looger, I know every supplier, vendor,
contractor Dodge works with.
None of them are named Miles Sellars.
“Assurance For Those Without Insurance”?
He has no insurance!
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
Hang on a sec.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
I just saw Dodge!
[horn blaring]
[horn honking]
[horn blares]
[tires screeching]
Ah, shit.
[tire flapping]
[grunting]
-[growling]
Ah!
[tires screeching]
[grunting]
[engine revving]
[panting]
[coughing]
[panting]
[coughing]
So predictable.
I knew you’d run back home to see your wife
once the reality sunk in.
Reality of what your new normal was.
Of what you have become.
[chuckling]
But there’s one thing you could never become.
You could never become a killer.
[chuckles]
You couldn’t do it in the church and you can’t do it now.
You know if you let me live, I will come back after you,
and yet you still cannot deliver the fatal blow.
[chuckling]
Perhaps…
I will see you on the street, eh?
Or in an alley?
Or back home.
Eh, with your wife.
Maybe I’ll go right there once I extricate myself.
Wait there for you again, eh?
[chuckles]
With your lovely bride, Valerie.
She and I will have much fun.
I will scar her so bad, you will never forget me.
I will break her like I…
You’re dead!
[squishes]
[dog barking in distance]
[phone chimes twice]
♪ ♪
Hello?
Hello?
The body?
Steel coffin filled with lye
at the bottom of Lake St. Clair.
Along with the DNA-covered cinderblock.
Uh-huh. Motorcycle?
Wiped down. Serial numbers removed.
-The cab?
I left it.
It was reported stolen, so this was the end of a…
drunken joy ride.
Torched it to be safe.
Good job.
Got to be honest,
I didn’t think Dodge had it in him.
You should… you should get back on his tail.
He’s been wandering for hours.
When his location’s been revealed,
his concealment efforts have been weak.
He’s lucky he hasn’t been found.
It’s first-kill shell shock.
Well… very likely,
but he might not be long for the game.
So, prep for Wrap-Up.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
May I have a water, please?
No water. Coke, Dr Pepper or Sprite.
Dr Pepper.
One dollar.
[sighs]
Please, man, I’m so thirsty.
Get lost. You smackheads are ruining the city.
Beat it.
[Dodge sighs]
♪ ♪
Just give me a soda!
[grunting]
All right, all right.
Try that again, I’ll whip your ass sober!
All right. Yeah.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
-I need a ticket, right?
Yes, ma’am.
Excuse me. How long is this thing?
Oh, it’s a 40-minute shoreline tour of the city.
There are headphones available that provide a history
of Detroit, from Motown to motorcars.
Perfect. Thank you.
Sorry, are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.
Well, the buffet starts in ten.
The captain will announce when it’s ready.
Free buffet?
That’s great.
Yeah, keep looking, asshole.
I’m gonna get some ribs.
[ship’s horn blowing in distance]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Ah-ah-ah. I thought I told you,
the buffet starts in ten minutes.
Sorry, I’m just really thirsty.
Yeah, well…
the hunt’ll do that to you, Dodge.
Oh, fuck me.
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
[Dodge groans]
♪ ♪
[both straining]
[screams]
Hey, Dodge!
Do you like this game?
Not my favorite.
Well, you better get used to it, ’cause…
once we go under that bridge, we’re in Canadian waters.
And then the game never ends.
♪ ♪
[grunts, pants]
[grunts]
You got to be shittin’ me.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[screaming]
[pants softly]
[ship’s horn blows]
MILES: He was trapped on a boat.
-GREEN: With Kennedy.
With Kennedy. And there he is,
the only one walking out of the ring. Huh.
But how long can he keep it up?
♪ ♪
MILES: Hours will pass.
Midnight will come and go.
His movement will lose purpose
and then cease for long stretches
as exhaustion sets in.
[phone chimes twice]
When his location’s given up, he’ll barely react.
[dog barking in distance]
The irony is,
when he’s just a few scant hours from freedom,
after all he’s been through…
…he’ll be incapable of believing
it’ll ever come to an end.
[grunts]
[coughs]
♪ ♪
[dog whining]
[phone chimes twice]
[panting]
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
I’m sorry, Val.
Get in!
Bro, that’s, like, a month old.
Look, I don’t know what you got yourself caught up in,
but whatever it is, we’re gonna figure it out, okay?
How the hell did you find me?
Driving all night.
And then I remembered you used to go to that playground to hide
when your dad got sick.
But never mind how I found you–
what the hell is going on?
Can’t tell you.
Just drive me around for the next 57 minutes,
-and then I got to go.
Why?
Why 57 minutes?
Is somebody after you? ‘Cause of that money?
Yes. Yes on both counts.
Look, I’m just doing what you told me to, man.
I’m fighting.
Fighting with everything I got.
♪ ♪
Ah, shit.
-You got to lose this guy.
Who is it?
It doesn’t matter. He’ll kill both of us.
Just drive.
[soprano and choir singing “Ave Maria”]
Up here. Hug the turn as close as you can get.
And, Looger, promise me something.
-Yeah?
Don’t follow me.
Dodge!
[Dodge grunting]
♪ ♪
[inhales deeply]
♪ ♪
Hey, man, you got five bucks?
[grunts]
[men laughing]
[heart beating]
Shit.
Damn right.
[knocking]
What the hell happened, Looger?
I had him in my truck, and he jumped out.
I wrecked, and by the time I came to, he was gone.
He jumped out of a moving truck?
Someone was chasing us. Okay, I don’t know who,
but he is up-to-his-eyelids deep in it.
They beat him up pretty bad.
-Oh, my God.
He’s dealing with dangerous people,
which is why I called.
It’ll be safest here.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I’m telling you, you got to let me go,
or things are gonna jump off in here
in ways you can’t understand.
[others snickering]
Oh, I understand real good.
I understand only two kinds of white folk
come into my projects– cops…
and dealers.
You ain’t no cop.
I’m not a dealer, either.
Really? ‘Cause you got all them pockets,
but you only had two things on you.
This.
[pills rattling]
And, uh…
this.
And you only have one app on that phone.
And when I opened it… [scoffs]
well, you have much money going into your account–
I’m talking buckets of duckets.
Hey, yo, KG, how much you add up, baby?
Over 15 million.
Goddamn!
Now, look…
I don’t know much,
but I know you a payday.
You see that phone?
It says 4:44.
In two minutes, it’s gonna chime,
and if I don’t get out of here,
all hell’s gonna break loose.
One of them’s already here.
[laughs]: Yo, Casper be trippin’, man.
NATE: One of who? Who you know got that kind of green?
‘Cause my connection didn’t tell me
they were sending nobody up to come see me,
so you got to be working for them other boys
trying to hustle their fake-ass product into Motown.
Now, if them boys want their man back…
they gonna have to pay.
Fake-ass product? What the hell are you talking about?
[pills rattle]
What, my pain pills?
KG: Bitch, these ain’t shit.
I popped ’em, snorted ’em–
ain’t nothin’ but aspirin.
What? No, th-they’re real.
Real-ass bullshit.
DODGE: Listen to me, all right?
In less than a minute,
there is gonna be some coldhearted killers
coming down here in force.
You get between me and them,
-they’ll take you out, too.
Hear me, son.
I’m getting that money.
Now, you can either help me get it easy,
or you can help me get it after you feel some true pain.
[phone chimes twice]
DODGE: All right, have it your way.
You don’t want to let me go?
There’s a British guy with an ice pick,
a redneck with a knife, and an Asian chick
that’ll just straight kick the shit out of you.
They’ll make sure you’re feeling as much true pain as anyone.
[phone beeping]
[laughter]
Hey, yo, fuck my boy up for a little bit, man.
You’re making a huge mistake.
[grunts]
Deal with it, man!
[grunting]
[pounding on door]
♪ ♪
I warned you.
[pounding continues]
-[automatic gunfire]
Oh, shit!
[panicked chatter, shouting]
NATE: Get that nigga, man!
Yo, get that nigga!
Get that nigga, man!
Mind moving over?
-KG: Yo, shoot, shoot, shoot!
[gunfire continues]
Yo!
[shouting continues]
[screaming]
Shit!
-Shit!
[gunfire continues]
[screaming]
-Cool.
Fuck!
[laughs]
[automatic gunfire]
[gunfire stops]
-[panting]
[people shouting in distance]
[door creaking]
[panting]
You’re not allowed to use guns.
To kill you.
Besides, I prefer this kind of heat.
50,000 volts, 200 amps.
-[crackling]
It’ll hurt like hell,
but then you’ll be dead.
This is my fifth hunt.
First time I’ve won.
[gunshot]
[groans]
[grunts, panting]
♪ ♪
[muffled chatter]
Detroit PD. Back inside.
Run, Mr. Tynes.
[Reagan grunts softly]
[sighs]
LBJ’s dead.
Nothing gets by you.
[dog barking in distance]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
MILES: I know it’s
the projects, Connell,
but there were a hundred rounds fired,
and the authorities will eventually show!
My job is one of efficient precision.
If I rush, I fail.
I’m not telling you to rush.
I’m telling you to hurry the hell up!
[sizzling]
[computer chiming]
Why is he going to the hospital?
[panting]
Hey.
Uh, I was given this prescription for headaches
from Dr. Singhal and Dr. Levy, but I don’t think they’re
what they’re supposed to be. Could-could you check for me?
Metaxalone.
You want pain meds? Cruise the park.
No, no, no. I just want to know about the pills.
Come on, it’s meloxicam.
An anti-inflammatory.
I give out a hundred a day.
C-Could you check your files?
It’s under Dodge Tynes. Please.
[tapping keyboard]
No Dodge Tynes in our system.
No Dr. Singhal…
or Dr. Levy, either.
That can’t be right.
I-I saw him in D wing two days ago.
Nice try.
D wing has been under construction for months.
[phone vibrating]
[beeps]
Hello, Dodge.
You set me up.
Now I’m hunting you.
“Set up” is a charged term,
with nasty connotations.
I made sure you were guided to me,
so I could help you.
Only reason I agreed to this shit
is ’cause I thought I was dying.
You weredying.
No money, no career, no future.
When was the last time you really lived?
-I brought you back to life.
Ah, screw it.
-I’m going to the cops.
Yeah, to tell them what?
You don’t know my real name, where I am, or how to find me.
Conversely, I not only know a lot about you,
I know a lot about your wife.
Like where she’s been every moment since the hunt started.
In fact, I have a dear friend looking after her as we speak.
My wife never agreed to this game.
Hunters can’t go near her.
Ah, it isn’t a hunter. It’s a dear friend of yours.
Who knows you best?
Your habits, your running routine?
Your water stash at The Carrington?
Looger.
In your best friend, we found a man
who watched you enter a white-collar world
while his collar remained a permanent shade of blue.
You borrow his last penny, he never gets a cent back.
He-He’s angry. And desperate.
50 grand to drug your water.
Oh, God.
Oh, God isn’t organized enough to pull off what I do.
Fake cops following you for weeks,
waiting for you to collapse.
Fraudulent doctors, bogus orderlies.
I spent a fortune getting you into this hunt,
and if you think you can punch out
just because things aren’t exactly how they seemed,
then think again.
Besides, now you really have something to fight for,
considering you have decades more to live…
provided, of course, that you survive the next 90 minutes.
You’re insane.
All the greats are.
I understand you literally ran into my associate, Connell,
in the projects.
He says you now have a gun. Guns are against the rules.
Well, rules are out the window, asshole.
Okay, have it your way.
I’ll notify the remaining hunters
that guns are now permitted.
It’s only fair.
Nothing about this has been fair.
I admit, your entry into this game
was not exactly forthright,
but the objective remains the same.
You make it till sunrise, you win.
Trust me on that.
I’m a man of my word.
[phone vibrating]
-Hello?
AUTOMATED VOICE: Hello.
You have a collect call from…
-DODGE: Val, it’s me, pick up.
Will you accept the charges?
I accept the charges!
Val.
Dodge! Are you okay?
Val, listen. Are you with Looger?
Yeah, he’s right here.
Let me talk to him.
DODGE: Can he hear me?
What? N-No.
Give me the phone. I’ll go get him.
DODGE: Okay, listen,
we… we were lied to.
I’m not sick. I don’t have cancer.
-What do you mean?
I can’t explain right now,
but we’re both in danger, and Looger’s a part of it.
Do you understand? You got to get away from him.
Now you go to where I proposed to you,
-and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.
Yes, but…
No-no-no, Val, you got to go now.
O-Okay.
What’d he say? Where is he?
-He said he’s coming here.
That’s great.
Thank God.
I think I’m gonna get some fresh air.
This has all just been too much…
No way.
I don’t want you out of my sight.
Let’s just wait for Dodge.
Okay.
Do you have any tea?
I think I just need something to calm my nerves.
I got chamomile.
It’ll just take a sec.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
-[phone ringing]
Yeah, Connell?
CONNELL: I’m recommending termination.
[chuckling]: Oh, are you?
Tynes is a wild card now.
The investors are aware; that puts us all at risk.
In the 2,000 years since these games began,
since the bravest Roman tiros shunned the Coliseums
for purer competition,
we have never ceased a game prior to conclusion.
And I’m not about to have the history of what’s been built
over millennia, die on my watch!
We just have to motivate our runner a little more.
Make sure he understands
there is a price to pay if he goes rogue.
Mrs. Tynes?
You all right?
-Officer Watkins.
Heh.
Thank God.
You’re gonna come with us now.
-No.
Come on.
-VALERIE: No! Help!
Hey!
Stop! [screaming]
Hey! Don’t you go and get her killed, Dodge.
-VALERIE: Dodge!
I got a message for you from Miles.
He says “Finish what you started.”
Get your hands off my wife.
[chuckles]
It’s not just your wife I got in my hands, hmm?
-Dodge.
Val.
Just finish the hunt!
No!
[tires screeching]
[screams]
[Valerie grunting]
Mrs. Tynes.
Please don’t hurt me.
[chuckling]: Hurt you? Heavens, no, of course not.
There’s no need for those.
Please. Sit.
For the baby’s sake.
You’ve been through a lot.
Are you gonna hurt my husband?
Me? No, I’m not going to hurt him.
Please.
Who areyou?
Well, you can call me Miles.
And let me say I’m sorry things played out like this.
Collaterals are rarely involved.
They almost never learn the truth.
Typically, you would have already received a visit
from the police informing you your husband
was murdered, mugging gone wrong, something like that.
[chuckling]: No… he’s not really police.
We tapped your phone so we can redirect
outgoing calls. So when you called the cops,
you reached us, and we sent over
Officer Watkins here.
Well, bottom line,
you would have received a large amount
of untraceable cash,
explained away as a massive insurance policy
Dodge never told you about;
something he purchased back in the salad days.
But…
your husband turned out to be tougher prey than we’re used to.
Prey?
Yeah. You see, he’s being hunted.
In a game that I construct and orchestrate.
He… he agreed to participate.
To run for his life.
[chuckling]: For all three of your lives.
Why?
Because I wanted him to.
[clears throat]
You and your husband are alike.
You both think you can fight back.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[grunts]
Changing up your look, trying to stay warm…
♪ ♪
Now, why would Dodge’s daddy’s old car plant light up
like Chinese New Year? Unless…
He’s inviting us in.
[phone chimes twice]
[beeping]
[exhales]
All right, assholes.
Come and get me.
[light buzzing]
[sniffs]
Well, howdy, Jeeves.
You got a slice of that chaw for your old buddy Reagan?
No.
[motorcycle approaching]
Good evening, Ms. Kennedy.
Lovely to see you again.
Nixon.
Reagan.
You bitches here to fight for second place?
[laughs]
Oh, I assure you, my dear,
by the time I get done here to…
♪ ♪
Shit.
Let me tell you a story about my Uncle Dutch.
He was gator huntin’.
He used to float dead rats on top of beer cooler lids
with holes in ’em
so the-the scent would drip down into the water.
One day, he was waiting on one of them
big old dinosaurs to pop his head up.
What he didn’t know was
this big old 15-footer
was coming up the bank right behind him.
[jangling nearby]
♪ ♪
The moral of the story is:
I ain’t got no Uncle Dutch no more.
[laughing]
[gun cocks]
Look like I’m Uncle Dutch now, huh?
Where’s my wife?
Don’t do nothin’ you can’t live with.
Where is she?
I have no idea who your wife is,
let alone her whereabouts.
Hell, I barely know who you are. [chuckles]
[loud clattering]
[grunting]
[screaming]
[pained groan]
[grunts]
Dodge, are you okay?
You found me again.
Yeah, when I saw the plant lit up,
I figured it was you asking for help.
Help? You’ve been helping them this entire time.
What?
You drugged me, didn’t you? So I’d get headaches.
Dodge, I wouldn’t hurt you. You’re my best friend.
Yeah? Give me the gun, then.
♪ ♪
Look, Dodge, whoever told you I crossed you
is screwing with your head.
Now let’s get the hell out of here before…
-Ah!
[gunfire]
DODGE: Come on. Let’s go.
♪ ♪
All right, hold on.
[rumbling in distance]
I don’t give a piss squirt about your rules.
Send somebody now!
I cannot assist a hunter once the game begins.
I’m bleeding out here!
Send somebody to come and get me!
[phone beeps]
Ah, Miles!
[flames whooshing]
Ah, Jesus, no!
[whirring]
Dodge.
[breathing heavily]
All right. You’re okay.
There you go. Take a seat.
Less than a minute, cops and ambulances are gonna be all over.
They’ll get you to a hospital.
I’m really sorry.
I never should have believed what they said about you.
All right, sit tight, buddy.
Where you going?
To end this game.
[sirens approaching]
Where are they keeping her?
I hope you like irony. [laughs]
♪ ♪
DODGE: Val.
You okay?
[Valerie gasps]
Come on.
Oh, my God,
I thought you were dead. [sighs]
Let’s get you out of here, okay?
[Valerie cries out]
[gun clicks empty]
Oh, shit.
All right, he only wants me.
I’m gonna lead him out that way and you stay here.
No. No!
Just stay here. You’ll be fine.
I love you.
It makes sense that he married a woman like you.
♪ ♪
I don’t have a gun anymore.
You could only use a gun ’cause I was.
You shoot me, you break the rules.
♪ ♪
[grunting, straining]
Come on, mate.
Take my hand.
[panting]
[grunting]
It’s sunrise. The hunt’s over.
Good show, Mr. Tynes.
Bloody good show.
Ma’am.
[humming]
Oh…
DODGE: It’s over.
It’s over.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
MILES: Dodge, congratulations.
I knew you were a winner when I met you.
Now I want you to enjoy the rest of your life, even though none of it will be as exciting as the day I just gave you.
[chuckles] You’re welcome.
♪ ♪
Our next runner, sir.
MILES: Oh, Eduardo. You have no idea what’s in store for you.
♪ ♪
