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.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Sorry.
- 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.
- 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.
Mind moving over?
- 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!
- Get your crazy ass off my bus.
- Let's see what you bloodsuckers want.
Deposit?
Hmm.
Oh, my God.
- Oh. I'm sorry, your husband
can't come to the phone right now.
He's busy playing a game.
- 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.
- Yeah, Connell?
- Your boy isn't doing well. He's panicking.
- Are you questioning my selection?
- I am not.
- 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.