Only reason I agreed to this shit
is 'cause I thought I was dying.
- You were dying.
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.
- Mm, 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.
- Hello? - Hello.
You have a collect call from...
- 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.
- Can he hear me?
- What? N-No.
- Give me the phone. I'll go get him.
- 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.
- Yeah, Connell?
- I'm recommending termination.
- 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.
- No! Help! - Hey!
- Stop!
- Hey! Don't go and get her killed, Dodge.
I got a message for you from Miles.
He says "Finish what you started."
- Get your hands off my wife.
- It's not just your wife I got in my hands, hmm?
- Dodge. - Val.
- Just finish the hunt!
- No!
- Mrs. Tynes.
- Please don't hurt me.
- 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 are you?
- 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.
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,
mmm, 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.
For all three of your lives.
- Why?
- Because I wanted him to.
You and your husband are alike.
You both think you can fight back.
- 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.
- All right, assholes.
Come and get me.