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Mom!

Previously on The Equalizer...

Mom!

I know you have
a lot of questions.

I do.

I'm glad you're okay,
but, Rob,

this is far from over.

- How you doing, Pop?
- Good to see you, son.

What made you cross the line?

There is no line.

There's just
a gray area,

and it's different for everyone,

so you have to decide
what you're willing to do.

Just know that
everything I do

is just me
trying to help.

I get it.

Mom, if you
really want to help,

don't smother me,

train me.

So, this is the team.

They got a box of heaters!

I want one.

Do you see it?

Get one and go.

Hey, T-Bone, what you think?

Blip the throttle again.

There's not enough gas
getting to the carb.

Check the fuel line for air
before the engine blows.

Yo, T-Bone!

- You got a call.
- All right, fam.

♪ I'm working hard but I know
that's not enough for you... ♪

What up, big dawg?

All right, boy. Bless.

♪ Head stuck in the clouds ♪

♪ Trying to live my dream... ♪

- What up?
- Hey, yo, check it, T-Bone,

your van is sitting up here
in the Stuy.

The doors are wide open,
and it's filled with gats.

- Five-O is all over it.
- Police!

Hands up.

All right, listen up.

We got an arrest
warrant for one

Louis "T-Bone" Bennet.

- Come on, man. This ain't right.
- Where's T-Bone?

Hands where we can see them.

I didn't do nothing.
Okay, what you in here for?

What part of arrest warrant
don't you understand?

He's not here.
Let's check the back.

Move it!

Damn it.

How long you been up?

The roosters have nothing on me.

I have so much to do
before tomorrow night.

Season premiere of our
favorite show The Eliminator.

Yes.

Finally get to find out
what happened

after they drove off
that bridge.

Better not kill Ronnie,
hand to God,

I'm-a be done with that show.

Hmm, I know that's right.
I was up all night

reading spoilers online and...

Oh... no, no, no, no.

Girl. Uh-uh.
We've been waiting

all year for that.
You may not

ruin it right now.

Listen,

how are we gonna work out
this appointment

with the cable man today?

Something wrong
with the TV again?

I mean, it hasn't worked
for a week.

- What's the problem?
- I think it's a...

connection issue with the

cable box
and the TV.

Aunt Vi,

you been back there wiggling
with those wires again?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Can we just
stay focused, please?

We cannot afford

to miss that appointment today,

and it is between
00 a.m. and 6:00 p.m.

What kind of window is that?

Please, don't get me started.
Dee's gonna be in school,

and I'm guest speaking
at my friend's art class.

Can you help out, Robyn?

I can't. I have
a work meeting today.

Ugh... Sorry.

You know what,
I've got independent study

for my last two classes
of the day, so...

and I can get home early.

Teamwork.

Thank you. I love you.
I got to go.

- I love you more. Bye.
- Bye.

- Love you. See you.
- Have a great day. Okay.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Miles again.

Wanting to talk about Dee?

And everything that happened
with that dirty bomb.

I can't really tell him
what's going on.

Well, he is the child's father,

he does deserve some answers.

My man T-Bone
is on the run from the law.

Why is that?

His van was found
filled with guns.

Yeah. Saw it
on the news.

And now they're accusing him
of trafficking.

That's a
federal offense.

That's serious time,
but he's innocent.

- Somebody set him up.
- How are you so sure of that?

I know my man.

I'm sorry, but

that's not concrete evidence.

T-Bone is an ex-felon. Ex.

But he changed his life,

stopped drinking,
even started going to therapy

to deal with his
anger issues.

He would never risk
going back to jail.

But I am worried for him.

Being Black,

a biker
with a record.

That's three strikes.

He's never gonna get
a fair trial.

And if the cops
find him first...

Guns?

They gonna come for him heavy.

That's right.

Shoot first,
ask questions later.

So, how does someone like T-Bone

get justice?

You did the right thing
coming to me.

All right...

- Louis "T-Bone" Bennet.
- Age 34.

By the time he was 13,
he was already a

gangbanger running
with a crew called

- The Soulless Ones.
- The Soulless Ones?

Yeah, think Oliver! with guns,
but no musical routines.

He eventually graduated

to rolling people,

specialized
in armed robbery.

He just went down
the wrong path.

But when he was 21,
he joined the Marines,

served a tour
in Afghanistan,

and was honorably discharged
eight years ago.

Came home, joined the Disciples.

With a record like that,

I'm surprised
he fell back into gang life.

The Brooklyn Disciples
are a motorcycle club,

not a gang.

They get a bad rap.

They seem hostile,

when really they're helping
their community.

Right, so not your, uh,

garden variety
biker outlaw scenario?

I mean, obviously,

everyone has their
bad apples, but

really they're just a bunch
of Black folks from all

walks of life who just love
motorcycle culture.

Still, though, you know,
with all that chrome, leather,

and machismo, you'd think
it would elicit

a drunk and disorderly
or something,

but ever since T-Bone got home,
not a peep.

Sounds like he turned
his life around.

Is there any way
we can find him?

That's a good question.

T-Bone's got no credit cards,
no cell phone,

no social media,

- and no tax returns.
- You think he's hiding something?

I mean, maybe.
I'll tell you what

he's not hiding, though--
this police report says that

the NYPD
found his van

just filled with guns
and open for the taking.

Who leaves a load of guns
in an unlocked van?

I mean, you-you think
he's running guns and just

- got careless?
- Or maybe Storm is right,
and someone is setting him up.

NYPD's got his, uh,
got his van impounded.

Maybe Dante can give it a look,
see if anything stands out.

Okay, I'll check the, uh,

traffic cams
near the crime scene,

and see if his, uh,
van made an appearance

before it was turned into
a gun dispensary.

Storm said T-Bone
lives in a camper

under the
Greenpoint Avenue Bridge.

Maybe something in there
can help us track him down.

Okay. [sighs]

You know, I was thinking,

kind of use a cool nickname
like, uh,

like T-Bone. What do you
think of, like, uh,

"H-Dawg"?

I think you're not allowed

to give yourself
your own nickname.

Yeah, I guess that'd be weird.

- Yeah.
- Or would it?

It would.

Any luck?

I flipped the camper.

It's clean.

Apparently, it's where
take-out containers come to die.

HARRY [over comm]:
I'd throw stones,
but if you saw my bathroom,

you'd question if I was actually
a Homo sapien or not.

Yeah, I've questioned that,
too. I think T-Bone

is pulling up.
I'll hit you back.

Hey, T-Bone,
we need to talk.

T-Bone!

Watch out!

No. No!

Ah.

T-Bone, I need to
talk to you.

Who the hell are you,
and where's T-Bone?

Shorty? Where's T-Bone,
and why do you have his bike?

Disciples don't snitch, so...

- Ow, ow! Okay.
- What was that?

I can't hear you.[grunts] God!

- Start talking.
- All right.

T-Bone split town and asked me
to watch Josephine for him.

So, I went by the camper
to grab covers.

Then I saw you. I-I ran because
I didn't want no troubles.

If you don't keep it
a hundred with me,

your problems
have just started.

Now, is T-Bone
running guns?

No, he ain't
about that life.

H-He's all Easy Rider,
being free, living off the grid.

He got beef
with anyone?

Look, look...

T-Bone and our leader,
Buffalo Joe, used to be tight,

all right?
But now, there's beef.

They even threw hands
a week ago.

- We had to break it up.
- What was it about?

If I knew,
I'd tell you, I swear.

Ah!
If you lying,

I'll be back, and you
won't like our reunion.

Okay, understood.
I'll keep you posted.

Rob's headed over to the
Brooklyn Disciples' clubhouse.

She wants us to look
into Buffalo Joe.

Well, according
to their social,

the Brooklyn Disciples
were formed

over 30 years ago
by Buffalo Joe.

Wait a minute,
they have social media?

Oh, yeah. They even sell, uh,
coffee mugs and T-shirts.

Okay. Guess they
are a club.

So, why do we think
Buffalo Joe

might have it out
for T-Bone?

I don't know,
but I'm also wondering

why Storm didn't tell Robyn
about their beef.

Maybe she didn't know. I mean,
boys do keep their secrets.

Hey, wait a minute,
the only secrets

I ever kept
are from the government.

Mm-hmm. Any luck finding
the van footage?

All the cameras
in the area

are either broken
or they need to be updated.

There was this one on
the corner that should have

a pretty good shot of the
action, but I can't get access.

Might be an air-gapped
security measure.

That's a serious measure
for such a small bank.

I know, that's what
I was thinking.

Well, I'll keep digging,
see what I can find.

You know, I clocked you
four blocks ago.

I must be slipping.

If you wanted to talk to me
about T-Bone's van,

you could've just rung me.

I could've, but then you
wouldn't have gotten to try some

of Brooklyn's finest,
Mabel's Donuts.

Hey, you know,
my grandmother used to say

you can't buy happiness,
but you can buy donuts,

and that's kind of
the same thing.

My kind of lady.

One of those days?

One of those weeks.

Always here if you need to talk.

I appreciate that.

I really do.

I got a look at T-Bone's van
in the police impound.

Pretty clear someone
hot-wired it.

So, Storm was telling the truth.
Someone is trying to set him up.

All I know is someone's flooding
Brooklyn's streets with guns.

Where are the guns coming from?

Guns are bought down south
with softer gun laws,

then moved up north and
sold illegally by traffickers.

The old Iron Pipeline.

Exactly, which is
impossible to track.

How about you?
Harry or Mel have any leads?

Well, Harry's trying to get
access to an ATM camera

that was near where
the van was found.

Hoping for a clue.

Okay. I'm gonna re-canvass
the crime scene,

see if the cops
missed anything.

I was on my way to see
the leader of the club,

Buffalo Joe.

That is, before I was kidnapped
by the Donut Bandit.

Hey.

Can I see you later?

I don't know,

can you?

There's a rise in crime
in Brooklyn,

and the problem
is clear.

Long-term Councilman Moore
is in bed

with criminal groups
that flood

our streets with guns.

So, it's time for a change.

It's time for a new generation.

Vote for me, and I'll get

these guns
off our streets.

That's what
we need in BK!

Excuse me, ma'am.

My name's
Detective Dante.

I-I'm Bettie Bass.
So good to meet you.

I know who you are, Mrs. Bass.

When I was growing up,
your husband was the best mayor

New York ever had,
and you were arguably its queen.

Thank you,
but today I'm simply

stumping for
my son's campaign.

Can I ask you
- a question then?
- Of course.

What did your son mean
when he said Councilman Moore

was tied up
with organized crime?

Elijah Moore grew up
with the leader

of the
Brooklyn Disciples.

Guns were found in one
of the gang member's vans.

You're the detective.

I'll let you
connect the dots.

All due respect, Mrs. Bass,
but the Brooklyn Disciples

and Councilman Moore have been
pillars of this community

for years, and if...

Good people of Brooklyn.

I know you can see through
this mudslinging

by one of New York's
oldest and richest families,

whose attacks

upon me are only to hide
their own history

of political
dirty pool.

How dare you attack
my family name.

That family name
is the only reason

you're even on the ballot, kid.

We'll see at
our debate tomorrow.

The truth will
finally come out.

The truth? That'd be
a first for a Bass.

You know where
you can stick that?

Save it for
tomorrow, dear.

Yeah, that's right.

Listen to Mommy, baby boy.

And remember, everyone,

don't snore, vote for Moore.

- All right. Give it to me.
- All right.

Hi, Councilman Moore.

♪ Right for right... ♪

- Oh, yeah.
- Nice shot.

Tell you what,
I'll let you call the next one.

Hey, Buffalo Joe,
check it, that's her.

♪ Life is a journey... ♪

Little lady, you must be lost.

I'm pretty sure I'm right
where I need to be.

This is a private club.
Members only.

I just have a few questions
about T-Bone Bennet,

and once I'm done,
you can...

Maybe you don't understand.

We don't speak to outsiders.

You know...

...if I sink
that eight ball,

you give me
five minutes.

If I miss,

easy money.

- Nice shot.
- Didn't see that coming.

What's your beef with T-Bone?

You want this fast or slow?

- Seriously?
- Gonna mess you up.

We playing it like this?

♪ When I move, you move ♪

♪ Just like that ♪

♪ When I move, you move ♪ Just like that ♪

♪ When I move, you move ♪

♪ Just like that ♪

♪ Hell yeah, hey DJ,
bring that back ♪

♪ When I move, you move ♪

♪ Just like that ♪

♪ When I move, you move ♪

♪ Just like that ♪

♪ When I move, you move ♪ Just like that ♪

♪ Hell yeah, hey DJ,
bring that back... ♪

Disciples, get up.

Buffalo Joe, wait!

Storm?

Hey, how'd it go with
the Sons of Anarchy?

About how
you'd expect.

But I left with more questions
than answers.

Not only did
Buffalo Joe

stonewall me about T-Bone,

but he also rode off with

- our client, Storm.
- You think she's playing us?

I'm not sure,

but I went by her apartment

to get some answers,
and she wasn't there,

and she's not answering
her phone.

All right, I got this, though.

Storm's real name,
Tasha Murray.

Grew up in Scarsdale,
went to

Holy Trinity Prep,

the most expensive private
school in the entire city.

So, how does a girl
from Westchester

wind up on a motorcycle
in Brooklyn?

Well, love works
in mysterious ways.

I mean, look at us.

So, what are we thinking here?
That, uh, somehow

there's a-a love triangle
between Storm,

Buffalo Joe, and T-Bone?

And if it is, did Buffalo Joe

frame T-Bone to get him
out of the way?

Not sure, but when

all else fails,
follow the money.

There it is. Guess who owns
the apartment building

that Storm lives in.

Councilman Elijah Moore.

Storm runs off
with Buffalo Joe,

who's friends with
Councilman Moore,

and she lives in his place?

Something's up.
Dante can look at

that apartment. How are you
doing on the ATM footage?

I figured out why I couldn't
hack it. It had one of those old

pre-1900s, like,
tin ceilings, so my sig--Um...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry.
The point is,

one super spreader later,
I was able to get in.

But now we got another
problem. Check this out.

One minute, empty street.
One hour later,

- also an empty street.
- Okay.

But we know the van
was there.

Someone must've erased
hours' worth of footage.

Right, but not
just someone, right?

It had to be somebody
that worked at the bank

because they're the only people
that have access

to the ATM footage.

Well, how many people
work at the bank?

Thirty-four.

But one of them,
a teller,

Eddie Pagan,
made $75,000 last year,

but, somehow, yesterday,
he was, uh, magically able

to make his wife's $33,000
in medical bills go away.

So, either he won
the lottery, or...

Yeah, he got paid off.

And 48 hours ago,
he got a wire transfer

from an offshore
- bank account.
- From who?

Right, so the electronic
footprint was run through

a bunch of dummy corps,
right, so I haven't been able

to track it down, but, uh,
I got a bot working on it.

It's just gonna take me a while.

T-Bone may not have a while.

Okay.

You kick the tires on Eddie,

find out who
wired him that money.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

I'll be back.

Can I help you?

I just want to ask Councilman
Moore a few questions.

Is this about the Bass family's
allegations against him?

I'd rather discuss this
with Councilman Moore.

I get that, but it's my job
to protect the councilman.

He's a little busy
right now.

If he has nothing to hide,
he has nothing

to worry about. I just
want to talk to him.

Leo, stand down. Apologies.

My security
gets a little

overprotective.

Come in, please.

Get you a drink?

So...

Detective Dante,

how can I help you?

I just have a few questions.

Starting with:

what's your connection
to Tasha "Storm" Murray,

and why are you letting her live
in an apartment you own?

I can't see why that's
any of your concern.

It should be your concern.
All these ties

to the Brooklyn Disciples
feeds right into

the Bass family's narrative.

Not that I have to
answer this, but...

all of the Brooklyn Disciples
are innocent.

This is just political theater.

Then why are Buffalo Joe
and T-Bone

on the run?

I've never run
in my whole life.

Then what do you call this?

I call this me trying
to fix this.

Storm told me
she went to

that woman that
showed up at our club,

which was a mistake.

Trust me.
She's just trying to help.

You should let her.

Trust you?
That's a tall order

coming from Big Ben's kid.

I'm my own man.

I heard he's a...

straight shooter.

Well, then start shooting.

What about the beef
between you and T-Bone?

This have to do with Storm?

It does.

Storm's father was a good friend
that died suddenly.

We're her godfathers.

And in the club,
one cardinal rule:

no one gets with Storm,
and T-Bone broke that.

So, why didn't Storm
mention that?

Storm knew I would never hurt
a fellow member.

Even though I felt
betrayed by T-Bone,

our thing is purely personal.

If it wasn't you,

then who is setting up T-Bone
and why?

T-Bone used to bounce

at this club
a month ago,

and things got foul.

- He say what happened?
- He didn't want to talk about it.

You remember the name
of the club?

La Rosa.

- Hey, Eddie.
- Can I help you?

Yeah. We need to talk to you.

Was that your
gym membership card?

Come on, you think I'm stupid?

How about this?

Yeah, that's all
of your bank info,

including a pretty hefty
cash transfer

- from a few days ago.
- The good news is you're not

the one we're after.

The IRS might be interested,
though, so...

Why don't you just
tell us what happened?

Okay, look, I was approached
by a man who said

he would pay me handsomely

if I were to find
this ATM bank video

and cut out some footage.

So, what'd you cut?

It was footage
of a man pulling in a van,

opening the door,
and walking away. That's it.

Do you remember
what the guy looked like?

He was fit, he wore a cap,

he had sunglasses,
and he had polished shoes,

and tan slacks.

Right, what about,
uh, marks, tattoos?

As a matter of fact,
on his wrist,

but I could only see
part of it. It was, um,

it was a sun
with the number seven on it.

- All right. Thanks, Eddie.
- Okay.

Hey, Miles.

Good to see you.

Is it?

Yeah, it is.

Aunt Vi and Dee here?

No. No, I asked them
to step out.

And, uh, they missed
the repairman and

wrangled you
into it.

Yeah. I can't fix this.

I've done surgeries
less complicated than that.

I know you have.

So, I've been trying
to talk to you for a couple

weeks, you've been
avoiding me. How come?

I just, you know, uh,

I've been meaning to call you,
but the... Come on.

Rob, tell me the truth.

What have you
gotten into?

Are you back with the CIA?

Even if you were, you
wouldn't tell me, would you?

All right, look, first,

you bring a gunshot victim
to my house.

Then I get a call
from Aunt Vi saying that

I need to come get our daughter
'cause there's a dirty bomb

about to blow up
in the city,

which your absence
that day tells me

you were somehow involved in.

I'm concerned, Rob,
about Delilah.

I know. You're right.

It's a lot to deal with,

but you must trust me.

I wouldn't do anything
to put our daughter in danger.

Rob, you already have.

Now, you gonna tell me
the truth or no?

Miles, when the time
is right, I will,

but, right now,

- I can't.
- Okay.

I tried. You leave me no choice.

Wait, what's that
supposed to mean?

I'm filing for full custody
of Delilah.

- That's not gonna happen.
- Well, then I hope

you're ready to tell the court
what you won't tell me.

Fresh made.
Good morning.

Thank you. I need this.

You all right?

Miles came by.

Between the gunshot
victim and the

dirty bomb scare, he wants
permanent custody of Delilah.

He can't do that.

I'm not so sure about that.

He takes me to court,

how do I explain all this?

Rob, Miles has got to know

that you would never let
anything happen to Dee.

But I already have.

It's only by luck
that Quinn

didn't grab Aunt Vi
and Dee.

- And he could've.
- And if he did,
you would've saved them.

That's not the point.

I promised to keep
my family safe.

The question is,

can I even keep that promise?

What's that?

I've been shaking
the trees a little bit

on our favorite fugitive,
T-Bone,

and even though he doesn't
have a digital footprint,

his favorite motorcycle
Josephine does.

And our old pal

Shorty Pinto's been getting
some parking tickets

at this abandoned building,

and he just got one
five minutes ago.

T-Bone's used to
living off the grid,

it might be a perfect place
for him to lay low.

I knew Shorty was lying.

I'm gonna
check it out.

Let me know if you hear
anything from Dante

about what happened
at that night club.

Come on, T-Bone.

Oh, no, you got
to be kidding me.

Hey, Shorty.

Yo, T-Bone, that's her.

T-Bone. T-Bone, wait.
I'm trying to help you.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Storm's.

She's worried about you.

Storm needs to move on.

We both know
how this story ends.

I can help.

You just
have to tell me

who's trying
to frame you and why.

Nobody can help me.

Whatever this is,
it's not worth dying for.

Somebody has to pay.

My name and my honor
are all I have.

They're absolutely
worth dying for.

T-Bone.

T-Bone.

Don't do this.

I just had
a close call with T-Bone.

He's armed, he's dangerous,
and out for revenge.

DANTE [over phone]:
And I think I know why.
There was a record

in the police logs
of an assault at La Rosa,

but once officers arrived,

everyone suddenly
had amnesia, so people

were obviously scared to talk.

Or someone paid
for their silence.

I discovered from payroll that

T-Bone wasn't the only one
that quit that night, so did

a cocktail waitress.
I'm going to see

if her amnesia was temporary.

Okay, well, let me know what you
find out.

I'm gonna try to see
if I can figure out

where T-Bone is headed.

- Camila Rivera.
- Yes?

NYPD. I want
to talk to you

about the night
you quit La Rosa.

Ay bendito. No.
I don't want any trouble.

- Just leave me alone.
- T-Bone Bennet is in trouble.

Time is running out
to help him.

T-Bone?

What exactly happened
that night?

A high roller showed up.

He was tweaking,
running with hookers.

He got rough with one
of the girls, so T-Bone

put some handson him.

Then the high roller's
team swept in.

Paid off everyone
just to keep it quiet,

but I just bounced.

And that was it?

A few days ago,

this chacho came along,
saying that

I should take the money
this time,

and I was like, "No way."
Because they pay you,

- they own you.
- Same guy from the club?

No, that was an older lady
dressed nice,

but this guy, he dressed normal.

Khakis, baseball cap,

- real plain.
- Any tattoos?

Yes, on his wrist,

but I only got
a glimpse of it.

Who was the high roller?

Candidate Bass.

Bass?

Bass's image is that of a
family man with virtuous values.

I mean, he's got
political aspirations

and a famous family last name.

So, drugs, prostitution,
and manhandling a woman

isn't something you put
on a campaign poster.

- No.
- Harry, is Candidate Bass

behind Councilman Moore
in the polls?

Yeah, nice call.

With only a couple
of weeks left to go,

uh, he's trying to
close the gap.

So, maybe Bass

set up the Brooklyn Disciples

because they're associated
with Moore.

It makes sense.
It definitely

would help Bass's
election chances.

I mean, the crime rate is up,

and people think that
Councilman Moore is in bed

with the criminals responsible.

And Bass has the perfect patsy,

the guy who smacked him around
and embarrassed him that night

at La Rosa-- T-Bone.

The old twofer move.

Dante, did Camila say if
the guy who approached her

a few days ago had any tattoos?

She did. And got a glimpse
of it-- a sun,

the number 75.

Okay, so, tattoo guy who
tried to pay off Camila,

paid off the teller, Mm-hmm.

and was also the driver of
the van in the ATM videos.

We find him, case closed.

Well, thankfully,
there's only 8.3 million people

in Manhattan.

Harry, how are you doing
with that bot search

into the offshore accounts?

It's still running.

I mean, I'm telling you,
this company runs deeper

than my resentment from
being a Knicks fan.

Dante, do we know where Bass is?

He's about to debate
Councilman Moore. Why?

Because I think that's
where T-Bone is headed.

To get revenge
for being set up,

by killing Bass

and himself in the process.

Hey, I got an address.

It's at a community hall near
where that van was found.

I'll meet you there.

We're about to go out here
and tell these nice people

- the truth.
- Gun!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it! Do it now!

Drop your weapon!

- Everyone get back!
- Clear the area now!

It's time the people know
who you really are.

I'm not playing. Start talking
or I start shooting.

Put your weapon down!

- Do as she says!
- Drop your weapon!

Come on.

We're not playing around,
here, man.

We will put you down!

Last chance to talk.

Listen up.

I've been unfaithful to my wife.

I've solicited illegal drugs
and prostitution.

I've even been aggressive
with women.

And the reason I never admitted
to any of this before

is because I was trying
to protect

my marriage and family.

Tell them about the guns
and how you tried to frame me,

and the Brooklyn Disciples
and Councilman Moore

- so you could win the election.
- Wait. What?

- I'm not playing with you.
- But I didn't do that.

Liar!

T-Bone. My name is
Detective Marcus Dante.

Slow your roll,
or I will shoot Bass.

That'd be suicide by cop.

If that's what it takes
for the truth

to finally get out there,
I'm good with that.

Doesn't have to be this way.

Let the law bring the justice
you're looking for.

Somebody who looks like me
doesn't get justice in America.

The system isn't always fair,
but the truth is undeniable.

I don't want to hear that noise.

I know you're innocent, T-Bone.
Let me help you prove it.

My whole life,
people coming into our hood

and stepping on us.

Where is our justice?!

I feel you.
But this won't fix anything.

It will only feed
into the narrative

of an angry Black man who only
knows how to use violence.

Let's get your justice, T-Bone.
But the right way.

You want to make real change,
don't be another statistic.

- We got him in our sights.
- We got him!

Suspect is unarmed!
Don't shoot! Stand down!

- Repeat, suspect is unarmed!
- You heard him.

- All units, stand down.
- Stand down.

I got you, T-Bone.

I got you.

If Candidate Bass didn't
put those guns on the street,

- then who?
- The bot finally paid off.

The wire transfer came from an
S corp called Sua Sponte Vitae,

which is Latin for
"Of their own accord."

That sounds familiar.

Harry, run that through
military databases.

Yep. It's a motto for
the Rangers of the 75th.

- Of course.
- What?

Their insigne is a sun, a star,

and a lightning bolt across,
with the number 75.

The tattoo of the guy
paying everybody off.

Mm-hmm.
All right, I found, uh,

three ex-Rangers living in NYC.

And one of them is Leo Day, aka
Councilman Moore's bodyguard.

Why would he put
these guns on the street

and try to frame T-Bone for it?
They're all in the same camp.

If we want to ask him, we
better move. He's heading out.

All right,
Leo was dishonorably discharged

for leading
a black-ops operation

which led to him
being blackballed

until he was rescued
by Mick Bass,

who offered him a job.

According to
the campaign records,

uh, Leo never had
an official job title.

Yeah, typical hatchet man.
Working from the shadows.

All right, Ex-Mayor Bass
opened Sua Sponte Vitae

as a slush fund, for blackmail,
payoffs, et cetera.

And only Leo has access to it.

And still does.

So, Leo is Candidate Bob's
dark guardian angel.

I just spotted Leo
on surveillance video

entering a parking lot
one block east from you.

Okay, you stay on Leo.

I'll see if I can get
in front of him.

Leo Day.

It's all over, Leo.

Who the hell are you?

It doesn't matter.

What does, is we know you're
connected to Mick Bass.

And that even now
after his death,

you're cleaning up
after his son's messes.

Someone had to, his mother sure
wasn't doing a good job of it.

At the cost of putting guns
on the street

and putting innocent lives
in danger, like T-Bone's?

When Mick Bass oversaw the
Big Apple, it was like Camelot.

His son Bob will do the same.

It just takes more
than votes and luck.

You broke the law, Leo.
Those guns are hurting people.

Winning comes with casualties.

It's about time you got here.

You must think I'm a real idiot
to fall for that one.

Hey, Leo.

You run some errands?

She really put it
into perspective.

Wow, how'd the TV get fixed?

Oh, we just, uh,

we put our heads together
and figured it out.

Ooh.

You called Harry, didn't you?

Yes, I called him.

I did, but... I mean,

he walked me through how
to fix it, so it's all good.

You don't call Harry
to fix a TV.

That's like calling
Elon Musk to fix a toaster.

That's not what we use him for.

Oh, just leave
the child alone.

He came to our rescue.

Well, how'd you miss
the appointment anyway?

How do they always
know to come

the moment you go
to the bathroom?

I'm getting some hot sauce.
Can I get you something?

Some, uh, chili flakes
and, uh, some garlic.

- You want a plate?
- Yeah, thanks.

Ooh!

So, um, did it all
go well with Dad?

We're still hashing
some stuff out.

Okay.

Previously on The Eliminator...

Ooh! Aunt Vi, it's starting.

Coming, coming.

- Oh, yes!
- MAN [on TV]:
I'm the one you call

when you can't call your
local police station.

Okay.
WOMAN [on TV]: Ronnie, help us!

MAN [on TV]: Does the name
Gazzam mean anything to you?

WOMAN [on TV]: All I know is
that people that go after him

end up in a body bag.

Ooh... Just so they don't eliminate
Ronnie, I'm telling you.

- Let's go!
- We interrupt
the scheduled program

for a breaking news story
about the candidate

for the 8th District, son of
New York's ex-mayor, Mick Bass.

You had something to do
with this, didn't you?

Hey, thanks, Joe.
My daughter's gonna love it.

I still can't believe
I let a wolf into my hen house.

Don't be too hard
on yourself.

Leo Day is a professional
manipulator. He fooled everyone.

Yeah. But I would've
bet the bank

all roads led to
Candidate Bass and his mother.

They were guilty of covering up
his, uh, indiscretions,

but the guns and the van,
that was all Leo. Yeah.

Well, I am working
on a new bill

that will get the guns
off these streets.

That's what
I'm talking about.

There she is.

I'm so happy you could come.

I'm just glad
that they dropped

all the charges
against you, T-Bone.

Yeah, seems like Bass wants that
story out of the news cycle

- as soon as possible, huh?
- And, um...

Buffalo Joe?
He good with you two?

Let's say, he's coming around.

But none of this would've
been possible without you.

So, T-Bone...

Hey, yo, listen up!

As we all know,
our new friend here

just did us a solid.

So, in tribute...

yeah, we'd like to make you
an honorary member

of the Brooklyn Disciples.

"Real Deal"?

Yeah. Yeah, that's what you are.

So, now it's your
biker name, too.

That's right!

It's a real honor. Thank you.

Well, now you got
your colors on.

So it's customary to roll out.

Yeah. Hey, yo,
let's ride!

Welcome home.

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