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.
- May I have a water, please?
- No water. Coke, Dr Pepper or Sprite.
- Dr Pepper.
- One dollar.
- Please, man, I'm so thirsty.
- Get lost. You smackheads are ruining the city.
Beat it.
- Just give me a soda!
All right, all right.
- Try that again, I'll whip your ass sober!
- All right. Yeah.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- You gotta be shittin' me.
- He was trapped on a boat.
- 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?
Hours will pass.
Midnight will come and go.
His movement will lose purpose
and then cease for long stretches
as exhaustion sets in.
When his location's given up, he'll barely react.
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.
- 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.
Aw, shit.
You got to lose this guy. - Who is it?
- It doesn't matter. He'll kill both of us.
Just drive.
Up here. Hug the turn as close as you can get.
And, Looger, promise me something.
- Yeah? - Don't follow me.
- Dodge!