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Previously on The Equalizer...[grunting]

ROBYN:
I'm the one you call

when you can't call 911.

This is Melody,
one of my oldest friends.

Trouble's my specialty.

ROBYN:
How's it going, Harry?

Enjoying being dead?

MEL:
You got him out
of one life sentence

and straight into another.

Why do I have a feeling
this is not a social call?

ROBYN:
I need those
freaky-ass superpowers of yours.

Delilah, no matter what I do,
I'm always your mom.

DELILAH:
I know that you lied to me.

ROBYN:
Dee, there are things
in this world,

things that no one
should have to experience.

[shutter clicks]

[laughs]
Make sure you send me that.

No!

Call 911!

There's a new cop on you.

Thanks for the intel, Detective.

MALLORY:
You knew, didn't you?

That she wouldn't be there.

DANTE:
Never seen
unless she wants to be.

I'm just getting started.

[indistinct shouting, clamoring]

[glass shatters in distance]

[dogs barking]

[overlapping shouting
in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

Empty your pockets. Empty them.

[door closes]
Huh?

- Show 'em!
- Wash them dishes, punk.

Back already, Baby Boy?

- What you need?
- That Molly.

Only five again?

Nah. 25.

Upping your game, son?

You know how it is.

I'm just trying to get paid.

Yeah, say less. We got you.

♪ I'm a dealer, and I'm known

♪ To pull up on them
dealer tags... ♪

[thud][man screaming]

Where you at?
Hey, give me that.

Man. Hey, get him.

Put your hands down.

Get your ass back... DEVON:
That's what happens

when you steal
from Lamar Starks.

But if you really
trying to get paid,

fall through
tomorrow, all right?

I got some people
I want you to meet.

- A'ight. Bet.
- A'ight?

[man grunting]

You ain't nothing
right now, huh?

[shouting]

[door closes]

Boy, where the hell you been?

I had some stuff
to take care of.

Stuff like what?

You were supposed to take me
to the market.

What's going on with you?
One minute,

everything's fine,
the next minute,

you're sneaking around,
acting all strange.

Everything's fine, Ma. Really.

What's in the bag?

[scoffs]
You done lost your damn mind.

Sorry.[phone chimes]

- I got to go.
- Where are you going?

- You just got here.
- I'll see you later.

[door opens]
Come back here, Malik.

[door closes]
Malik!

[footsteps approaching]

Please, don't even bother.

I read it online already.

Sounds like they

still have no idea
who you are.

Yeah, and I want
to keep it that way.

Those rolls. Mmm.

They smell like some
of my sweetest memories.

Grandma's recipe.

She used to make it
for your dad and I

when we were little.[chuckles]
Yeah.

I remember he used to light up
every time he talked about them.

Thought maybe they could help
Delilah get through her day.

Mm.[footsteps approaching]

- You set?
- Uh, yeah.

I just...

hope I don't start crying
talking about Jason

in front of the whole school.

Keep thinking about his laugh.
[chuckles softly]

That was the last thing I heard
before the gunfire started.

No shame
in how you feel, baby.

Yeah,
that's what memorials are for.

To share your feelings.

Celebrate the ones you love

by keeping them alive
in your heart.

[whispers]:
Yeah.

Like how every time you make
these cinnamon rolls, Aunt Vi,

they remind you of
your mom's kitchen?

Yep.

So, when you're up
on that stage today--

ooh-- talking about Jason,

you just remember
that your great-gran, your aunt

and your mother

are right there with you.

[breathes deeply]
Can we go?

I want to get there early.

Yeah, let's do it.

Got somewhere I got to be,
anyway.

Don't touch my
rolls. Go on. Go on.

[chuckles]

CELIA:
Malik's a senior this year.

He's got a district
science scholarship to college.

Handsome young man.

Wish the world still
saw him as young.

[sighs] He's at that age,
what they see is a threat.

How can I help?

He's always been
a good kid.

Never been in trouble
a day in his life.

But something's up with him.

He's keeping odd hours.

Jumps when his phone rings.

He's never kept a secret
from me ever.

But now...

You're worried
the streets got him.

[voice breaking]:
I lost his father.

I don't want to lose him.

I know

this may seem like a small thing
to someone like you, but...

It's not small to you.

That's your boy.

I'll see what I can do to help.

Does Malik have a cell phone?

Appreciate the difficult
position this puts you in.

Tracking people like her is
supposed to be your specialty,

but all I'm hearing
are excuses.

So, you say you appreciate the
position you're putting me in?

Then do something about it.

Detective.

Little coffee
with your ass chewing?

This wouldn't happen to do
with that article

that dropped this morning?

I don't get you, Dante.

That kind of press,

a vigilante
making reckless choices

and endangering the public,

makes us all look bad.
You especially.

So why are you okay
- with it?
- Who said I was?

You. When you let her slip

- through your fingers.
- You haven't even gotten a whiff.

MALLORY:
I've only been on it a minute.

But I did figure out
why you came up short.

Do tell.

You don't chase someone
whose whole M.O. is hiding.

You chase the folks
she's mixed up with.

They're gonna lead me
right to her.

Seem pretty sure of yourself.

Don't take it personally.

Hunting big game,
it's not always easy

to know which weapon to use.

ROBYN:
Hey, Malik?

Malik.

Hey. Hey, Malik.

Malik. Malik!

Listen,
I just want to talk.

[tires screech]

Hey! Hey,

- what are you doing? Stop!
- Come on.

Let's go.

[clippers buzz]

- Oh, yeah.
- HARRY:
Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Feel cold air circulating
around my ears.

You said

you were tired of
- looking like a caveman.
- No, I know.

I just, you know...
No, it's good. You know,

I want to make sure it was nice
and tight. You know, if I...

I can go in tighter
- if you want.
- No, I'm good.

[phone ringing]

Oh, lookee here.
[exhales]

Well, if it isn't
our mysterious vigilante.

[clears throat]
I like the picture.

Not sure I ever noticed the big
question mark on your face.

Look, you can give me
a hard time later.

My client's kid
just got abducted.

Now, his mom said
he might be into drugs,

but these didn't look
like drug dealers.

I need you to run a plate
for me.

All right, what do you got?

Gray van. New York BNQ-1925.

[keys clack]
It's registered

to Mike Skocroft.

- Who's Mike Skocroft?
- MEL:
Whoa.

Looks like someone
who doesn't exist.

- What do you mean?
- Means the registration's a fake.

Even the address
isn't a real address.

Whoever owns this van

really doesn't want anybody
to know who they are.

What the hell is Malik into?

♪

Harry, what about tracking
Malik's phone's GPS?

It's been turned off.

Probably by the person
who grabbed him.

I'm sorry, Rob. Uh,
there's just not much I can do

with a plate registered
to a fake name and address.

Check the DMV file
for that plate.

Maybe there's an alert flag
buried in its code.

Matter of fact, there is.

It's set to send an email
anytime anybody runs the plate.

- How'd you know that?
- Where does the email go?

New York Field Division. DEA.

Ah, so the guys who snatched
Malik were undercovers.

That's why
the registration was fake.

The DEA's always notified

whenever someone runs
their plates.

Right, to let them know if
anyone's poking around their op.

Don't worry. I was
really careful.

What do undercovers want
with Malik?

Shoot me the address for
the nearest DEA field office.

Oh, and, Harry,
I need you to do one more thing.

So, did you hack
into their servers yet?

He's still working on it.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
my liege.

As much as I'd like to spend
a lifetime in federal prison,

I'm taking extra precautions
to mask my identity.

MEL:
He's feeling

extra paranoid today.

That tends to happen
when an article comes out

spotlighting our operations
for millions to read.

Don't worry, there's no mention
of you two in there.

Well, I mean,
people aren't stupid, Rob.

I mean, they know
you couldn't possibly pull off

all that stuff without any help.

Which, the, uh, journalist
failed to mention, by the way.

Are you upset because
the article implies you exist

or doesn't imply you exist?

- Yes.
- A little anonymous credit
wouldn't hurt.

After five years of being dead,

one tends to feel
a little unappreciated.

I appreciate you, baby.

Thanks, honey.

All right, I'm in their servers.

Huh.

There's no mention
of a Malik Johnson.

Which means they haven't
charged him with anything.

And he's been
there for hours.

It doesn't track.

The kid's an honor student.
His mom said

he's never missed
a day of school in his life.

Well, not exactly
DEA's-most-wanted material.

So, why are they holding him?

Hey.

We, uh, have an issue.

BRADLEY:
Don't move.

ROBYN:
I don't give a damn
where I can and can't be.

I'm not leaving here
till you let me

- speak to my nephew.
- BRADLEY:
Hey.

- What seems to be the problem?
- ROBYN:
Well, you tell me

what the problem is.
You're holding my nephew,

Malik Johnson. Why?

How did you know
he was here?

How do you think I know?

I followed
that broke-ass van of yours.

What are you holding him for?

What'd he do?

Oh, you don't
want to tell me.

Because I can have
my lawyers here within the hour.

Fine. You want to know?

He trafficked drugs
across state lines.

So, go ahead, call your lawyers,

but then we're gonna have
to charge him.

You have him on trafficking,

but you haven't charged him yet?

SEELEY:
We don't want to.

Not if we don't have to.
We're trying to help him.

Look, the kid made a mistake.

We're not trying
to ruin his future.

We just want him
to help us out a little.

You have him working for you?

Let me speak to him.

Just so I can let his
mother know he's okay.

You were the one
on the street.

Who are you?

Friend of your mom's.

She was worried about you.

And from the looks
of it, she was right.

Please, don't tell her.
It'd kill her.

And it's not what you think.

Well, you tell me what it is.

They say you trafficked drugs.

No, I...

I went to a party.
Okay? That's all.

At a friend's house in Jersey.

There was this drunk dude
passing out Molly.

He shoved some in my hand,
and it wasn't my thing,

so I stuffed it in my pocket
and I forgot about it.

Taking the PATH train home.

Next thing I know,
the Feds are frisking me.

They were monitoring
the party.

Crossing lines back from Jersey
made it federal.

They said it was a slam dunk,

that I'd serve
five years unless...

Unless you helped them out.

Why didn't you
- go to your mom?
- How could I?

I mean,
she's worked day and night

making sure
that everything was good for me.

Even if we could afford
a lawyer, which we can't,

it would still cost me
my scholarship.

I'd be throwing away my future.

The only way out was to say yes.

But, uh...

But what?

They got me going
to this stash house.

Making buys off this dealer.

It was only supposed to be,
like, once or twice,

but every time I do it,
they say I got to do it more.

And since you're not
under arrest,

you have no rights.

And it's off-book,

so the agents can change
the deal all they want.

Yeah, well,
they just changed it again.

Now they saying I got to plant
a bug at the house.

I mean, if I get caught...

You won't get caught.

Because you're not doing it.

We will put an end to this
right now.

[door opens]
- BRADLEY:
- Okay.

You talked to him. You good?

Actually, I'm not.

Threatening my nephew

over a few tabs of X he
didn't even know he had?

Forcing him to put his life
at risk to do your job?

We're not making
him do anything.

We're giving him a choice.

Ruin his future
or risk his life?

What kind of choice is that?

His.

Your aunt seems to think
we're treating you unfairly.

That what you think?

'Cause you're
in control here.

You're free to walk out
that door anytime you want.

But then you know
what'll happen.

I'll do it.

Hmm?

I'll stay.

Well, looks like
we're done here.

Listen,

you stay strong.

That's my new number. You call
me if you need me, nephew.

[door opens, closes]

They were blackmailing him,
and all I could do

was sit there and take it.

Now they have this kid
planting a bug in a stash house.

Why are the Feds
outsourcing an investigation

of a drug gang to a teen
with zero training?

I mean, is-is that
really their best move?

It's their easiest move.

Kids like Malik are free,
expendable

and easy to intimidate.

Leveraging teens
for minor infractions

and putting them
in high-risk situations?

That's got to be illegal.

Well, it should be,
but it isn't.

And a lot of them
end up getting killed.

They get away
with it because

most of these kids are from
disadvantaged neighborhoods.

Don't have advocates.

Well, this kid's got us,
so what's our best play?

He's going back in today.

We have to find
that stash house.

Keep him
from ending up a statistic.

Look, even if I could get back
into the servers,

this-this operation's probably
off-book because of Malik.

Investigation into a local player,

DEA would have to be leaning
on cops.

Meaning the NYPD
might have intel

on the stash house location.

Spoke to my friends
in Narcotics.

The Feds are being tight-lipped
on this one,

but they did tell Narcotics
to steer clear

of 167th and Douglas in Jamaica.

ROBYN:
167th and Douglas.

Any idea whose turf that is?

Yeah. Sixth Street Mafia.

Operation run
by a player named Lamar Starks.

- What's his rep?
- Ambitious and ruthless.

He makes your kid,
he won't hesitate to smoke him.

[sighs]
Thanks, Marcus.

Listen,
watch your six out there.

'Cause the new guy's digging

into your world.
D.A.'s lit a fire under his ass

because of that article.

Let him dig.

I've been chased by better.

True. But even a blind squirrel
finds a nut once in a while.

BRADLEY:
Look, don't be so nervous.

All you got to do

is put this
somewhere out of the way

while you make the buy.

What if they see?

Anything goes south,
say the safe word,

and we'll pull you.

"I told my moms
I'd be home soon."

[sighs]

I told my moms I'd be home soon.

I told my moms
I'd be home soon.

164th and Douglas.
That's a good spot for dealing.

Easy subway access.
No stores to draw patrols.

Anything stand out?

Look at the three homes
on the corner.

Blacked-out windows.
One of them has got to be

- our stash house.
- ROBYN:
Check property records.

See if any are abandoned.

What'd you find on Lamar Starks?

Dante was being kind.

Has a dozen
aggravated assaults.

Suspect in two homicides.

Deals coke,
black tar heroin,

and has been expanding
into opioids.

Set off a turf war
with a rival gang named K-Block.

Malik is not about
that street life.

Starks will eat him alive.

All right,
pulled up the property records.

Looks like you're going
to 824 Douglas.

Condemned three years ago.

Been abandoned ever since.

Easy pickings for a dealer
looking to set up shop.

Yeah, and we got
front-row seats

to the action thanks
to a couple of doorbell cams

in the neighborhood.

MEL:
Here comes Malik.

McCall, he's going in.

Damn it.

Baby Boy in the house.

What's up, Devon?

Where is everyone?

Oh, they'll be here.

Have a seat.

So, what's your plan?

What do you mean?

DEVON:
Mean if you don't want your face

on the front
of your homey's T-shirt,

then you need a plan. Feel me?

[chuckles softly]
Don't trip, man.

We got you.[phone vibrates]

Hey, what up?

Yeah, I got him.

A'ight.

Everything good?

Any reason it shouldn't be?

No.
[chuckles softly]

No, I'm just saying.

What?

Hmm? What you saying?

[chuckles softly]
Just saying.

Robyn, how far
away are you?

About five minutes. Why?

Lamar Starks just showed,
and he brought muscle.

Either Malik's
made an impression

and he wants to meet him... Yeah.

Or they're onto him
and Starks is there to end him.

Well, I'm not waiting
to find out which.

As soon as I get there,
I'm pulling him out.

HARRY:
You sure you want
to do that, Rob?

I mean, won't the DEA step in
if there's trouble?

Like I trust them
to look out for him.

They're the reason
he's there in the first place.

[door closes]

This him?

Yep.

Come on, let's go, Baby Boy.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Where we going?

I told my moms I'd be home soon.

- That's the safe word. Let's go.
- No, no. No, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

He's-he's just panicking.
He's fine.

Let's go.

What if they made him?

Look, if we rush in now,
he's dead anyway.

Let's just see
where it goes.

What, you want to blow
six months of work?

[tires screech]
Hey.

It's that woman, the aunt.

- Hey.
- ROBYN:
Where is he?

- Where's Malik?
- SEELEY:
He's not inside?

- They're gone. All of them.
- What the hell

- are you doing here?
- You let them take him?

Why didn't you pull him out?

Look, I don't know
who you think you are,

but you're interfering
with a federal investigation

right now.
Do you understand that?

Tell me
you put a tracker on him.

She's right. They're gone.

- What?
- You didn't, did you?

Do you know where
- they're taking him?
- Did you hear what I said?

You're... Yeah, I heard you.

You want to haul me in? Do it.

Then I can put on record
exactly how

and why you lost
an 18-year-old kid

you were sworn to protect.

Yeah, that's
what I thought.

For all you know, they
took him to kill him.

You better pray he's unharmed
when I find him.

Or you're both
gonna answer.

ROBYN: Come on, Harry,
tell me you found them.

I-I don't even
know what I'm looking for here.

I mean, they must have had
a car parked out back.

Look, we're checking
all the traffic cams,

so maybe we'll get lucky.

Yeah, I wouldn't count on it.
There's six freeway entrances

nearby-- they could've
taken any one of them.

Come on, Malik, where are you?

♪ Come on, come on, come on,
where the fuzz at... ♪

What's the word on
that thing, man?

Uh-uh, that's not
gonna work, man.

He ain't gonna like that.

Yo, Dominicans say
they need more time.

Yeah, what the hell
I look like, a bank?

Send some hitters.

Make it messy.

♪ Thought it was a game

♪ Got to run up that bag,
I say must, bruh ♪

♪ Putting in that work
don't take much, bruh... ♪

[phone ringing]

Harry, hold up.
It's Malik-- he's calling me.

Malik?

He must have his sound off.

I think he's trying
to signal us.

Can you track his phone?

Uh, his GPS is still off.
I can triangulate his signal

but its gonna take a minute.

We're about
to pass Frankie's.

Can we grab a burger
or something?

ROBYN:
Harry, did you get that?

I'm on it.

♪ Yeah, started as a dream

Yo.

My advice? Shut the hell up.

♪ I'm the man around my way...

There are three Frankie's

in Queens.

There, that's the closest one
to the stash house.

119th and Sutphin, okay.

That'll help us
with the traffic cams.

Attaboy, Malik.

Dee? Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey!

What's going on?
Why aren't you in school?

Aunt Vi, no disrespect,

but you probably don't want
to talk to me right now.

Dee.

Dee!

Harry, any updates?

I had 'em-- they're in a black
SUV, but I lost coverage.

- What?!
- Hey, don't shoot
the messenger, man!

They made a left a few minutes
ago on 51st and Thompson.

I-I haven't been able
to pick 'em back up since.

We still have audio
on Malik's phone, though.

Let's hear.

STARKS:
Yo, young blood, out the car.

Come on, come on.

Heard you trying to get paid.

If that's the case, you need
a family to watch your back.

Know what I mean?

You see that barbershop?

There's a fat-ass lame
named Simms.

Gets a shave
there every week.

He been trying to muscle
in on our territory.

Now, fat man get a chicken
parm from Mamma C's

delivered every
time he there.

But today there's gonna
be a new delivery boy.

I-I-I don't think
I'm the one for this.

I don't think you understand.

It's not like you have a choice.

[phone ringing]

How's the kid?

He got in a car with Lamar
Starks. We were tracking him.

Last seen at 51st and Thompson.

Thompson Street?

What's Starks doing
all the way over there?

That's K-Block turf.

We got audio
through Malik's phone.

Something about sending him
into a barbershop

just before we lost signal.

Does that mean anything to you?

Wait... a barbershop?

Hold up, bruh.

Delivery from Mama C's.

Thanks.

[electric razors buzzing]

Uh, delivery from Mama C's?

- For Simms.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow your roll.
I'll take that.

Yo, hold up.

Your tip, Lil Man.

[chuckles]
Thanks.

Yo, G.

What happened to Frito?

Uh, he's out today.

Yeah, I ain't seen you before.
Papa Tony hire you?

Yeah. Yeah.

[chuckles]
That's interesting.

'Cause Papa Tony
passed away last year.

Clean.

Check the bag.

Bomb!

- You gonna die!
- I didn't know!
I'm telling you I didn't know!

Easy! Everybody just chill out.

Take the bag out back.
Put it in a sewer.

Carefully.

Won't mess nothing up
down there.

Water will disable it.

No, no... Yeah.

You in a world of hurt,
little man.

[gunfire]

ROBYN:
Malik!

[grunting]

Get in!

[indistinct chatter]

Detective Mallory,
what are you doing here?

I could ask
you the same.

I'm responding
to an incident.

Someone used the K-Block guys
for target practice.

Any idea who?

A rival dealer was seen
leaving the area.

Lamar Starks.

Head of the Sixth Street Mafia.

Interesting.
From what I caught

on the scanner, a witness
description of the shooter

sounded an awful lot
like our vigilante.

She taking sides
in a turf war now?

I don't know anything
about that.

You sure? Because it
seems like wherever she is,

you're not far behind.

You were first
on the scene here, right?

Just doing my job,
Detective.

Of course.

I'm gonna do mine.

It's Mallory.

I want everything
we got on Lamar Starks,

head of The Sixth Street Mafia.

ROBYN:
Hey.

This is my friend Mel.

She's gonna take you
- somewhere safe.
- Hi.

Hey, uh, but...

what about my mom?

What if Lamar finds
where I live?

We've made arrangements
for her, too.

My baby!

Mom, I-I messed up.

- I let you down.
- Look at me, Malik.

The only way you could
ever let me down

was if you didn't come home.

Whatever this is,

we'll get through it together.

Come here.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Thank you.

Thank God he's okay.

But by my math,
including the Feds,

he now has
three gangs after him.

Yeah. Just get 'em
to the safehouse.

Keep 'em secure until we
can figure out what to do.

Okay.

[phone buzzing]

Hey, Auntie.

What happened?

Aunt Vi told me

about the memorial.

You okay?

Well, according to every kid

who got up to speak,
they were all Jason's best

and closest friend.

Meanwhile, 90% of them
never even spoke to Jason

when he was alive.

And so you walked out.

And you tossed your eulogy.

I didn't want to be one of them.

I mean, they were using
my friend-- who died--

to make themselves
more important.

For some people,
tragedy's a magnet.

A chance to say
they escaped a brush with danger

and lived to tell the tale.

Okay, but they didn't.

They have no idea
what it was like.

What he was like.

So I am putting them on blast.

Okay, the whole school is gonna
know how full of it they are.

And that'll make
you feel better?

Yes!

For how long?

Do you think
you're gonna change them?

No.

I mean, but...

what do I do, Mom?

I mean, just let them
get away with it?

I have to stick up for Jason.

Of course you do.

I'm just wondering...

...is that the way Jason
would want to be defended?

What do you mean?

I mean,

what you decide to do
is part of Jason's legacy, too.

How do you want him
to be remembered?

By those words?

Or by these?

Baby, some people's minds
aren't worth trying to change.

Not once they've
shown you who they are.

MEL:
Okay, so they've

shown us who they are.

How's that gonna save Malik?

Greed.

These gangs aren't
much different

than the warlords in Mogadishu.

They all had one thing
in common.

They all wanted more.

Made 'em blind.

So when the CIA sent me in,
I used that greed against them.

The Feds used Malik because they
were greedy for the bust.

Lamar moved on Simms because
he's greedy for territory.

And Simms wants to expand

his empire.

We can use that.

What are you thinking?

Something risky.

But if we pull it off,
we can end this.

But I'm gonna need your help.

You had me at risky.
What's the plan?

Have to admit, I'm surprised
to see you, Miss...

You don't get my name.

And I'm not here
to answer questions

about the barbershop or Malik.

Feel free to run prints.

You won't find
anything.

Who are you?

Let's say
I'm an interested party.

With a lot of people
interested in you.

What's to stop us from calling
the NYPD right now?

You want Sixth Street Mafia.

And I can help.

Not just them.

K-Block, too.

That'd be a pretty solid flex,

busting Lamar Starks

and Charles Simms.

[exhales]

No way you can deliver that.

You read that article.

That only scratches the surface
of what I'm capable of.

What do you get out of it?

Malik.

If I succeed, you cut him loose.

Permanently.

And if you fail?

Then I'm out of your hair.

Permanently.

You win either way.

So...

what do you say?

Here's everything Narcotics
has on Lamar Starks.

- Locations?
- A complete work-up.

Thanks.

Yeah, happy hunting.

♪

Hello, Lamar.

DEA.

Up against the car.

What you want with me?
I ain't did nothing.

[chuckles]
Oh, you've done plenty.

STARKS:
Dominicans still trippin'?

Cap another one. Yo, Devon,

bring those keys in here.

DEA's had a bug
in your stash house

for months.

You're looking at a long vacay

at the Rikers B and B.

Lucky for you,

it's not you we're after.

We want Charles Simms.

I ain't got nothing
to do with the fat man.

Oh, I wouldn't call a botched
barbershop hit nothing.

Looks to me

like you're as anxious
to get rid of Simms as we are.

Simms made a mistake.

He didn't stay in the hood.

He started moving
on zip codes that, uh...

certain people care about.

We can't have that.

Help us take him down

and we'll look the other way
as you soak up his territory.

You must think I'm a fool.

I thought you were
a businessman.

Look, we put Simms away, we know
someone's gonna take his place.

Might as well be someone

that we have a deal with.

Snitch?
[scoffs]

Nah, you got me twisted.

Do you want to level up?

Be a kingpin?

'Cause this is how it happens.

We help each other.

And we both get paid.

So you in the game?

Yeah, you think I do this
for my pension?

Give a taste, get a taste.

There's no reason
we can't all win.

What you got in mind?

I just need you...

...to make a call.

STARKS: Killing each other
don't do either of us no good.

So not only
am I offering a truce,

but I propose
we combine our crews

and take over the city.

Look, I know it sounds crazy,

especially after the barber
shop, but the big homies

sat me down,
told me I was wildin'.

So as a show of good faith,

I'm offering a bag
and that black to go with it.

That ain't nothing.

It's enough to make
your life hard.

But this is not about you.

We've been onto Starks
for months.

DEA sees
this peace offering

as a chance
to take Lamar down.

With the amount of cash
and product he'll be bringing,

we'll have everything we need

to put him away
for a very long time.

Lady, Starks
doesn't want a truce.

He wants to smoke me.

Well, we know that.

But what he doesn't know
is that we're on to him.

And we're backing you.

What?

You didn't know that?

Why do you think
you're sitting here

instead of in the yard?

We like how you do business.

With minimal violence.

The DEA would rather have
someone with restraint

sitting at the top
of the pyramid.

Or you could not play ball

and we'll come after you, too.

Unless Lamar gets
to you first.

[phone beeps]

[line ringing]

Starks, it's Simms.

I accept your offer.

Yeah, bet.

I'll be in touch
with when and where.

He buy it?

Doubt it.

Fat man is smart.

He'll try something.

Make sure
the boys is ready.

What about the Feds?

All I know is we gonna
finish what we started.

Feds can arrest a corpse,
all I care.

I give the signal,

the boys take out Simms.

And anybody else can get it
as long as my hands stay clean.

The boys in position?

Yeah, you know it.

You give the signal, they
gonna light it up out there.

Appreciate you coming out.

You got nerve, Starks.

What you pulled
at the barber shop.

Yeah, that's why we here.

To make that right.

SIMMS: See, that's the problem
with you youngsters.

You don't respect...

How the hell did she get
them both to wear wires?

You got to give respect
to get respect...

HARRY:
How's it going?

Almost too well.

Wish I could see their faces
when they realize

that they've totally
incriminated themselves

and they don't actually have
a deal with the Feds.

Davis, it's me.

I followed Starks
to some kind of meet.

Probably a drug exchange.

I'm gonna need
all available units.

453 Industry.

No sirens.

You got it.

You find the vigilante?

No, but if she's working
with Starks,

she'll be here somewhere.

I want checkpoints
on all roads leading in

and out of this location.

What the...

Be careful
what you ask for.

Hang up.

[phone beeps]

Your phone.

Weapon.

I thought you were
smarter than this.

You know what the sentence is
for threatening an officer?

Yeah, zero days in jail

if you can't bring me in.

You're making a huge mistake.

Maybe. But I'm stopping you
from making an even bigger one.

Trust me when I say
you don't want any part

of what's
going down here tonight.

Call your guy.

Call off the backup.

Now.

SIMMS:
You got the stuff?

Or we just out here jawin'?

STARKS:
I got it.

You agree to terms?

Smart choice.

DEA! You're under arrest!

DEA AGENT:
Move this way!

[overlapping shouting]

Do not move!

Hands up where
I can see them!

DEA AGENT 2:
Behind your back now!

- All right, let's move.
- Come on, man.

You were right
about Lamar's guys.

Thanks for the tip.

And thank you
for the heads up on Mallory.

I owe you.

That was all my pleasure.

[laughs]
I know it was.

But I got
you a little something anyway

just to show my appreciation.

[grunting]

[knocking]

Big game hunting, huh?

Shut up, will you?

Just uncuff me.

Not much fun when the lion's
got the gun, is it?

Good thing
she stopped you, though.

You almost blew
a major federal operation.

HENRY:
So,

thanks to overwhelming
evidence, Starks, Simms

and their organizations

are no longer a
threat to Malik

or the city.

Not bad for the vigilante

and her nameless,
unrecognized team.

You still on that article?

Little bit.

I just wish more
had changed.

We may have saved
Malik, but the DEA

is gonna keep extorting kids.

More lives will be lost
and there's nothing

we can do about it.

Maybe not.

But maybe we can shine a light.

♪ So shine a light on me

[knocking]

♪ Shine a light on me...

Excuse me, I'm supposed
to meet someone.

You're looking
for the vigilante?

The one you wrote
the article about?

She's not coming.

But she thinks we have a
story you'll want to hear.

♪ Burn, let it burn

♪ Make it bright
so they all can see... ♪

Director wants to see you guys.

What about?

I'm guessing your jobs.

♪ Wild boy trying
to keep it in control... ♪

Detective Mallory.

Give us a minute, Lou.

♪ Oh lord...

Did I choose the wrong man
for this job again?

No, ma'am.

Then convince me otherwise.

She's slippery.

But last night
proved me right--

the way to find her is
by looking into her associates.

My mistake...

I've been looking
at the wrong one.

♪ Make it bright
so they all can see ♪

♪ Shine a light on me.

Can I tell you a secret?

We had a game...

where we thought up ways
we could save the future.

It could be serious or...

or silly, but...

one of the things
Jason really believed

was that an act of caring

can change someone's world.

[crying]:
A smile...

A smile can change
someone's day.

[sniffles]

But so can a bullet.

The last thing...

Jason did
before he was shot was...

turn to me and smile.

[sniffles]

It was always there
when I needed it most.

And it was always...

impossible not to smile back.

He believed the best
about people...

and life and he was smart.

But he never put anyone down

for not knowing what he knew.

You know, he actually made you
feel better about yourself.

And I was so lucky...

...so incredibly lucky

to call him my friend.

And in all the versions of...

the better world
that we imagined...

...Jason and I were
best friends.

But one thing we never imagined

was... a world
where Jason wasn't in it.

And I miss him.

I miss him every day.

And...

I just wanted you all to know

who he really was.

My girl.

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