All language subtitles for The Equalizer s04e08 The Sins Of Our Fathers

I'm the wife of Carla.

The angel is not exactly my favorite.

Every time we get involved with the mob,
they call it bad.

You better tell the other family.

No. Hello, angel.

I'm going to kill everything you love.
Why are you doing this? You are a

This is the way your husband does
business.

I'm going to go take care of those
punks.

Where are they?

I'm taking your wife. Where are you
going to go where I'm not going to be

to help you?

You are dead.

someone's moving against us?

I think somebody just made the biggest
mistake of their life.

Put everybody on the street and see what
comes back.

Get close to Catalina and Scopus and
people make sure they're not getting

clipped.

What about the feds?

What about them?

So it's like my mother said, Mr. McCall.
You're never too old to learn. So,

bingo! Before I can change my mindset, I
enroll in high school.

Well, I think that's great. And I'm sure
it's going to be a lot of fun, of

course. Oh, yes, it is. And you should
see the teacher.

He's so handsome.

Yeah. And the way he talks, you should
hear him. The way he talks.

Yes, well, let me... It sounds very
inspirational.

Oh, it is. It is. That's the word.

But, uh... The thing is... The thing...

Good work.

The words.

The words, Mr. McCall. They don't make
any sense.

Look at this.

This is what is called a sonnet by
Shakespeare.

It's a love poem.

And I got to tell the whole class what
it means.

Listen to this.

Upon those boughs which shake against
the cold, bare ruined choirs.

Choirs? What is the choir doing in the
trees without clothes in the cold?

This man is insane.

And I'm going to look like a foot naked
singer in the trees.

Let's eat.

Mr. Shakespeare is talking about bare
branches.

Bare ruined choirs is simply another way
of saying... Why doesn't he just say

it? Why does he use all these other
words, too?

Look at this.

I'll be back.

I'll be back in a minute, let's eat.

Hello, Robert McCall.

Mr. McCall, I need your help.

My son's been kidnapped.

Please, I can't talk now, please.

I'll be in Central Park by the theatre
in an hour.

My name is Natalie Santelli.

I'm the wife of Carlos Santelli.

Are you really?

What is it?

The angel is not exactly one of my
favorite citizens, Mrs. Santelli.

God, I know I shouldn't have done this.

This McCall has never been convicted of
anything.

It's because of the damn police that I'm
here.

Go on.

Carlo called the police.

He called the FBI.

They said they would look into it, but I
don't trust them. They won't.

How do you know he called them?

My husband said he called. He does what
he says he will.

I can't imagine your husband calling the
FBI into his life.

Then you don't understand how much he
loves his son.

Apparently you weren't followed.

So does he know you're here?

He believes in handling things himself.

Well, I'm sure he does.

Look.

Carlo is insane.

He was raised in a tough neighborhood.
We both were.

He had to be tough to survive.

But he is not a criminal.

And because his name is Fantelli, the
police won't leave him alone.

Now some lunatic has my child and the
cops are laughing.

No, I don't think the cops are laughing,
Mr. Fantelli.

You must have known what you were
getting into when you married him.

Of course I did.

He told me about his family.

About what his father and his
grandfather did.

He said he was going to stop all that.
And he's doing it.

I'm not asking for my husband.

Or for myself.

I'm asking for my son.

Please don't judge him by who you think
we are.

I brought you a photo.

Have you had any contact with the
kidnappers that they caught?

No.

Well, if you do get any demand, let me
know.

Then you'll help me. I'll help your son.

Mr.

McCall, do you think my son is alive?

I sincerely hope so.

Well, it was a class act the whole way.

After they popped off the explosion,
they grabbed the kid.

Now, it's about 40 meters through the
woods of the street.

A guy dressed as a cop throws the kid in
the car, and shazam, Carlo Jr.'s gone.

So much confusion, no one gets a good
look at anything.

Struck you odd about this whole
operation?

Yes. Like, what the hell are we doing in
the first place?

Every time we get involved with the mob,
it costs us bad, McCall. This

kidnapping was treated like a military
operation.

First of all, they isolated the target.

Then they caused confusion with the
smoke and created a diversion with the

explorers. A little overdone, but
effective.

Very explosion that interests me.

Now, if you wanted a controlled
explosion here in New York City, to whom

you go?

It is not what it was.

Robert McCall.

You always did have a way of getting a
guy's attention.

Yep.

I seem to remember an occasion with a
tripwire and a bucket of water outside a

certain billet in Saigon.

It's good to see you.

Carter Brock, Mickey Cosman.

How you doing?

Charmed.

That's how it happened, amigo.

I get a letter.

It's got a cashier's check for five big
ones.

Most people want to meet, right? Not
this one.

You never met the person who hired you?

Nope. Just a letter, one very weird tape
of instructions, and cashier's checks.

Tape, huh?

Yeah, one like you have never heard
before.

But, Robert, my team, my team, you
should have seen us. I had two exiles, a

green beret, a guy that had just left
the Delta Force. I mean, we were good.

You were one of the few people in this
world that I would have trusted my life

with. And now what are you doing?

Kidnapping children?

Hey, come on.

Kid wasn't hurt.

Guy's got to eat, you know.

Yeah.

And the guy's got to live with himself,
hasn't he? I tried living with myself,

Robert. I would wake up in the middle of
the night in a pool of sweat.

I'd say, hey, Carter, it's cool, man.

Three tours of Nam don't mean nothing.
You chose to do three tours in Vietnam.

You chose to do what you're doing.

Robert, I was having a great run. I was
in the groove, you know what I mean?

What do you want?

The tape would be a help.

Yeah, I bet it would.

It's been great, McCall.

Just a minute.

Rocky, I don't know what's happened to
you.

Possibly I don't care.

But I'll tell you one thing.

You're going to have to straighten
yourself out.

Now, listen to me.

At 0700 hours, Mr. Cosmire here.

will come to your room with tape.

You will give him the tape.

Right? I don't know you were saying the
call.

I didn't say you did.

But remember what I said.

Just remember it.

Where's Natalie? She's there.

I don't want her in this, Tommy. She
picked up the phone. That's exactly what

don't want her doing. Keep her in her
room. Take her shopping. Just keep her

of my hair.

Do not

hurt my son.

I'll give you anything you want.

Just don't touch him.

What do you want?

What? Is he alive?

I don't want money.

Look, I don't care what you want.

Just tell me what it is, and I'll get it
for you, okay?

So what do you think?

Oh, you're right.

I've never seen a defense like this.

The DA's computer people must be working
overtime.

No, no, no. It's nothing to do with the
DA's people.

The whole system is installed by the
company.

It's supposed to be the most advanced in
the world. So perhaps it's unbreakable.

Not on your life.

Sorry, Jonah.

Sorry.

Aha. Welcome to the world of big -time
crime. What next?

All right, now I want a list of every
unsolved murder allegedly involving

Santelli. And then I would like you to
enter the computer back of the Times

crime desk.

You don't want much, now do you?

Not much.

Ah, here we are, the boy Don.

Took over the family when his father was
murdered.

He was 22.

Look at this.

Assault one.

No disposition.

Racketeering. No disposition.

Extortion. No disposition.

He's even wanted in Turkey for drug
smuggling.

This man has a rap sheet as long as my
arm, and the only thing on it is no

disposition.

Well, I intend to change that.

Talk to them.

Catalina and Scopa don't know anything.

No one knows anything.

Look, maybe we better tell the other
families.

They got a lot of sources.

No.

They'd see it as a weakness. If we're
weak, somebody tries to take something

away.

Carlos Ventelli.

My name is Carlo Santelli.

Your name is Carlo Alberto Santelli.

You are a killer.

And because you are a killer, I am going
to kill.

I'm going to kill everything you love.

You said you were after me.

I'll get to you.

After I've taken everything else.

Guess who's first.

Hi, Daddy. Hi, Mom.

Hello, listen to me. Don't worry. You're
going to be okay. I'm okay, but when

can I come home?

Hi, baby. It's Mommy.

Everything's going to be all right,
darling.

I'm listening. I won't press my red
rock.

Okay? Hi, Mommy.

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, Mommy. Stop it, please.

Why are you doing this to us?

Natalie, get off the phone. It's just a
tape. Get off the phone.

I thought I told you to keep her out of
this.

She stays in her room!

You got that?

Right.

She just ran out of the house.

I'll get her.

Now!

New Jenna.

McCall. This is Natalie Santelli.

I need to talk to you right away.

What seems to be the trouble, Mrs.
Santelli?

The kidnapper called.

Can I meet you in Central Park by the
pond?

Look, isn't your husband going to get
rather suspicious if you keep leaving?

No, I'm calling from a phone booth.

I had to get out of there. Caller
doesn't know.

All right, I'll be over straight away.

Thank you.

You just never know what you're going to
find around the next bend, do you?

I couldn't phone after our first call.

Tyler's got a recorder hooked up to our
line.

He listens to those calls over and over.

You're sure there was no request for
money? Not even a hint of one? No.

No, he doesn't want money.

He says... He says Tyler is a killer.

And that's why he's going to do what
he's going to do.

Now, why do you think he says that, Mrs.
Spencer?

Look, my husband hasn't turned out to be
the golden boy I thought he was, okay?

But he is not a killer.

He is a good provider and a wonderful
father and husband.

Mr. McCall, I love him.

Is that so strange?

No, that's not at all strange.

Love is the most natural thing in the
world, isn't it?

It's what we do sometimes in the name of
love that's strange.

Such as?

Such as using it as an excuse.

Those children over there.

What career do you think they will
follow when they grow up?

I don't know.

Doctors, lawyers, whatever they want.

Precisely.

Whatever they want.

What career will your son choose when he
grows up?

Whatever he wants.

I doubt it.

He's helping us. Can't you understand
that?

I understand that my wife has been
sneaking around behind my back.

My wife!

What am I supposed to do?

For God's sake, Natalie, don't you
realize that this guy could be a cop

to use this situation to get to me?

A cop?

Oh, God, now we get to the real problem.

When we were married, you said a few
years to tie up your father's business.

few years, and then we'd get out.

It's time, Carlo, now.

We get our son back and we get out of
here.

Please, please, Carlo.

For us.

Your name is Santelli, and this is our
neighborhood.

And the people here depend upon us the
way they depended upon my father and my

grandfather.

And the way that they'll depend upon
Carlo.

Yes, Madeline.

You know, I want you to go out there and
think about it.

And then I want you to come back here
and tell me who's been trying to help us

and where I can find them.

Where's the lady of the day? I thought
the idea was to put her into a safe

till we got the kid.

It was, until she decided to return
home.

She's got guts, I'll give her that.

Cantelli is not going to appreciate
what's happened.

Good.

At least Mrs. Cantelli will get a chance
to see the other side of her husband.

What did the lab say about Carter
Brock's tape?

Ah, you're in luck, McCall.

Modern technology triumphs again.

Here are the original dulcet tones of
our kidnapper.

Wait till you hear them.

You sure about this, huh?

No, I'm not sure about it.

It used to be a restaurant.

Apparently it's a place where a murder
took place.

An unsolved murder.

One of them attributed to Mr. Centelli.

I thought it might be a good place for
revenge, don't you think?

Let's do it.

Give me a moment alone.

I'm not a policeman.

I am unarmed.

And I mean you no harm.

Stay where you are.

My name is Robert McCall.

Let's just move.

Make one move I disagree with.

You will be the last thing this boy ever
sees.

She was there with the boy.

Did he do any good? I don't know. I
think she could be reached.

So can Mrs. Santelli.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I picked these up from Detective Shepard
before I went to the sound lab.

They're crime scene photos.

Cops found the nanny and the two
bodyguards with Carlo in the playground.

Oh, my God.

I guess he sent Ellie's way to say
thanks for years of devotion, huh?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Come on, let's go.

Mr.

Centelli, don't make a sound. I'm here
to take you to see your son.

And the only way that I can guarantee
his safety is if you trust me and do

exactly... Exactly as I say.

Please.

You remember your line, don't you,
friend?

Carlo, it's your wife!

I'm taking your wife to join you.

Don't follow us.

I'm the one you want, right?

Let the chick there try me right now.
Try me.

All in good time.

All in good time.

You may come.

Carlos' men will... Carlos' men will do
what?

Do what they did to the bodyguards of
your son and his nanny?

Struggle? Their bodies have been found
in a marsh by Jamaica Bay.

These are the crime photos.

This is the way your husband does
business.

Their bodies were cut up into little
pieces with a machete.

No.

Carla wouldn't do that.

Wouldn't he?

Centelli, I have friends who are in the
Witness Protection Program.

If you don't leave your husband, he can
be arranged.

And there will be no retribution against
you or your son, Carla.

But, Centelli, isn't it time you opened
your eyes wide?

Help me get your thumb back.

Stop it!

What are you doing?

Mrs. Santelli.

This is... This is Farrah Booth.

Natalie Santelli.

Give me back my son!

Give me back my son!

What?

You can't do that, can you?

So perhaps you'd like yours given to you
the way mine was given to me.

What is she talking about?

Tell her, Mrs. Booth.

She doesn't know.

You really don't know, do you?

No.

Your husband killed my husband and my
child.

No.

No, you're wrong. Eight years ago, here
in this restaurant.

They had come to this... restaurant to
dinner and they were sitting

approximately here where we're standing
now they were

celebrating um it was just an ordinary
happy family minding their own business

when suddenly two men came in from the
kitchen one was dressed as a waiter the

other one is a bus boy and one of them
was your husband they came to a table

just before Mrs. Booth's table, which
would have been about there.

They took pistols out of their coats and
they fired at two men

sitting approximately there.

Her son and her husband were killed in
the crossfire.

That is how it happened, isn't it, Mrs.
Booth?

That is how it happened.

I know the pain you felt.

I know the pain you are still feeling.

We are now leaving, Mrs. Booth.

No!

Are you going to pull the trigger, Mrs.
Booth?

An eye for an eye.

A mother and child for a father and
child. Is that what this is all about?

Then pull the trigger, Mrs. Booth.

Are you going to pull the trigger?

You know, a woman who loves children as
much as you do couldn't even contemplate

killing a child like that.

The way you prepared the room in there
for this little boy, I'm sorry, thought

it gave you away.

We were so happy.

It was Timothy's fifth birthday.

Right next to us, the waiter pulled out
a gun.

There was noise and people screaming.

I looked down and my little boy was...

There was blood everywhere.

My husband and... And I looked up.

And your husband was staring at the men
he'd killed.

He was out of bullets, but he was still
pulling the trigger.

And he was smiling.

You said you could guarantee our safety.

Yes.

I can guarantee it.

Would you be satisfied if I brought
Carlos Santelli to justice?

I want this to be over.

It will be over.

Believe me, very quickly.

I will need your help, Mrs. Fenton.

You're going to have to be your husband
one more time.

Natalie, how do you expect me to believe
this?

Because it's the truth. Nat!

Nat! What are you talking about? Those
guys were pros. They took you out of

house like they owned it and you told me
you got away from them.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

They... They...

Nat, don't worry, okay?

Just tell me what this is about.

They say that you're a killer and that
Carlo will grow up to be just like you.

And for his sake, I should help them put
you away.

I'm so sorry.

Two things are going to happen.

I'm going to go take care of those
punks, and then I'm going to come back

and you and I are going to have a little
talk.

Now, where are they?

Where are they?

The Lower East Side, 106th and Avenue B.

We've been taken, Tommy.

You're dead.

No. No, Carlo.

I'm just beginning to live.

You have lied to me from the day we met,
and I believed you.

Because the truth was too painful for me
to face.

You are dead, Carlo.

For me.

For my son.

Forever.

you don't.

I really wouldn't do that if I were you.

And you, you're responsible for this,
aren't you?

Bad move, Carl.

I'll take that.

Where are you going to go, Natalie?

You really think you're going to get
away with this?

Where are you going to go where I'm not
going to be able to touch you?

The point is not where she is going to
go.

The point is where you are going to go.

These friends of mine are about to
escort you to JFK.

There is a seat reserved for you on an
aircraft that's waiting there.

You're flying Air Istanbul.

This is a joke, right?

Just look around you.

Do you see anybody laughing?

On the aircraft, you'll find two other
friends of mine.

who are there to assure that you have a
very pleasant flight. And when you

arrive at your destination, you are
going to be handed over to the Turkish

government. And as you know, the Turkish
government gets very upset by drug

smugglers.

Are you going to let them do this to me?

Thank you, Brockie.

Just thought about what you said in the
park, Robert.

Wait a minute!

What's wrong with you?

Let me go, damn it!

Natalie, how can you let them do this to
me?

Natalie, I know you love me!

You know what'll happen to me?

We're a family! I love you!

Goodbye, Carla.

I'm sure I'll be able to thank you one
of these days, Mr. McCall.

Thanks are unnecessary.

Totally unnecessary.

Perhaps one day you can contact me and
let me know how you're getting on, you

young caller.

Meantime, if there's any help you ever
need, you know where to contact me.

I think you've both been very brave.

I respect you.

Take care.

Mr. McCall.

I'm sorry, Lettie.

I'm finished.

Oh, fine.

Fine.

I'll see you Tuesday?

Okay. Good night, Lettie.

Mr. McCall.

Mr. McCall, you remember the sonnet I
was telling you about?

Well, I still don't understand it, and I
was wondering, I got to do it tonight.

All right, let me have a look at it.
Maybe I can help you.

Thank you.

Tonight, eh?

Yes.

I'm a little nervous.

Well, don't be. Just do it as simply as
you can.

That time of year thou mayst in me
behold when yellow leaves, or none, or

do hang upon those boughs which shake
against the cold, bare, ruined choirs

where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou seest the twilight of such
day as after sunset fadeth in the west,

which by and by black night doth take
away.

Death's second self.

that feel thou all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such
fire, that on the ashes

of his youth doth lie, as the death -bed

whereon it must expire, consumed with
that which it was nourished by.

This thou bethink'st.

which makes thy love more strong, to
love that well which thou must

leave ere long.