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♪ ♪

(shouts)

DANTE:
Reloading.

(gunshots)
(shouts)

(yelling)

(shouts)

ROBYN:
Don't move.

Don't.

(chuckles)
I told you not to move.
(buzzer sounds)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Training session 19075 complete.

MAN:
See you next time, guys.

Thanks.
(chuckles)

(watch beeps)

Ten seconds,
you would've had it.

DANTE:
Damn.

Wanted that record.

Maybe this will
make you feel better.

♪ ♪

You know,
I got to say,

this is the best
first date ever.

(door closes)

Well, you were up early.

Where'd you go?

On a date.

Wait. You mean...

Yeah.
(gasps)
Well, thank

the Lord.

Finally.

Come on, now, give me the
tea. Where did you go?

Or maybe you just stayed in.
I want to know everyth--

Mm, maybe not everything.

There really isn't
anything to tell.

We went training together.

And somehow, that makes sense.

Well, you must have
worked up an appetite.

Want some eggs? Grits?

I'm having breakfast with Dante.

I just came home to change.

A two-parter. Yes.

Well, you go have fun.

Not that you need my approval,
but I like that man.

And I like him, too.

Good morning.
ROBYN:
Hey. You ready

for your
military academy tour?

Yes, I'm so ready.

Thank you both
for coming with me.

And for letting me
figure this out on my own.

(phone chimes)

So, I got a little thing,
so, um,

I'll meet you at the visit.

She's in a great mood
this morning.

Yes, she is.

Mel?

Hello?

She's got her veteran's group
today.

Probably left early
to avoid seeing me.

She's still mad at you, huh?
Given that she
hasn't returned

any of my calls or texts
since we've been gone.

Gonna go with "yes."
Ooh, I see.

Since you have all
this free time,

you can start decrypting
that cloned hard drive.

How long do you think
it'll take?

Since I'm me
and I've got M.E.L. to help,

probably a couple of days.

Great. Tomorrow it is.

(line rings)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

Hi, Eric. What's up?

ERIC:
I don't know. It's all wrong.

I have to make it stop.

I just want peace.

Hold on, where are you, Eric?

The roof of my apartment.

Okay, I'm-I'm five minutes away.

I-I'll be right there,
all right?

(Dante laughs)

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Casablanca?
Greatest movie ever made.

Action, romance,

Bogie in the white tux.

Here's looking at you, kid.

(both laugh)

There's a restored print showing
at the Arthouse in Williamsburg.

Oh, that sounds like fun.

What about a weekend getaway?

How's that sound?

What'd you have in mind?

Looking into a cabin
in the Catskills.

Maybe take some hikes,
see a few waterfalls.

Or maybe...
we don't leave the cabin.

(laughs)

(phone vibrates)

(sighs)

Ah, Captain Watkins
wants to see me.

Heard she's still looking
into the Grayle arrest.

Won't let it go.

Well, even if she knows
it's you,

cop killer off the street--
how mad can she be?

That I disobeyed another one
of her direct orders?

We're about to find out.

You better get going.

I'm sorry about this.
Oh, stop.

It's me. You know I get it.

Thank you.

For what?

This morning.

It was a perfect start
to the day.

First of many.

♪ ♪

Eric. Hey, Eric,
stay calm, okay?

Just focus on my voice.

I can't do this.

I've done terrible things.

Destroyed lives...

We were going door to door
looking for an insurgent.

I saw a man.

Thought he was a threat.

I killed him...

...in front of his family.

I know how you feel.

(scoffs)

You say that,
but you never share anything.

No, it's true.

I don't believe you.

I was in Bangladesh, and I...

What happened?

Something I wish
I could take back.

What matters
is that you're not alone.

You don't have to go
through this alone, Eric.

Okay? We're here for you.

I'm here for you.

Eric, no,
can we just talk?

Let's just talk, Eric.

Just...

Please. Please, just step down.

Let's just talk.

Yeah, okay. Okay.

There you go.

Okay. Okay,
you're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be all right,
Eric. Okay?

(Mel grunting)

♪ ♪

DANTE:
You wanted to see me?
Mm.

Good news.

Randall Grayle is
finally talking

about his mystery arrest.

That is good news.
Who do I congratulate?

Don't make this worse
by insulting my intelligence.

Grayle said
it was you

and that Equalizer you run with.

You got to admit, this city
is safer with him behind bars.

And I promise you,
in the future, Captain...

Uh, excuse me?

Your crystal ball
must need cleaning

if you think you have
a future here.

Look,

you're a great detective, Dante.

One of the best
I've ever worked with.

But your insubordination
has compromised

this precinct and
my ability to run it.

You've left me with no choice.

Captain, listen, let's...

I am recommending you
for a position

with the Federal Task Force.

A promotion?

The FTF is a specialized unit

that operates
out of Los Angeles,

and the way you seem to
thrive: off the books and with

flexible rules of engagement.

Los Angeles?

The head of the unit is
in New York this week.

I've set up a meeting for you.

Captain, my whole life is here.
Hey... (chuckles)

I don't, I don't want
to seem ungrateful...

Then take the
meeting. Look...

I can't make you take the job.

I can't fire you, either.
D.A. Grafton made that clear.

But I can damn sure
sit you at a desk

and keep you there
for as long as I am here.

And I'm not going anywhere.

(ship horn blows)

ROBYN:
Three times in one day.

A girl could get used to this.

(chuckles)

Oh, what happened?

Watkins take you to task?

Not exactly.

She offered me a promotion.

Working with the FTF,
a special task force...

based in L.A.

Team works off the books so
she thought I'd be well-suited.

It's more money, prestige.

Just because she thinks
I'm right

for this position
doesn't mean I have to take it.

What do you think?

I think you have to take it.

Really?
Yes.

I've heard about the FTF.

I mean, this could be
the opportunity of a lifetime.

What about us?

Marcus, people from this program

go on to hold
government positions.

Affect policy.

There's a chance to fix
this broken system

we've been struggling against.

Are you really ready
to throw all that away

at the chance of
what we might become?

It's more than a chance.
You know that.

Then, if it's meant to be,

it'll work out somehow.

But this opportunity is real.

Could change your whole life.

I got to meet Aunt Vi and Dee.

Congratulations.

Okay, M.E.L., I want you to
track Mel's phone.

Wait, wait, wait.
Don't, don't.

M.E.L.: Do you want me to
terminate the search, Harry?

I don't know.
I don't know. I don't know.

I'm sure it's--
I'm sure it's nothing.

I called her vet group.
She's off with this guy Eric,

or whatever.
I'm not jealous.

It's just that, you know,
I promised her

I would never,
ever track her phone.

And she's already pissed about
the whole Fisk thing.

You know, I'm-I'm asking
an A.I. bot for ethical advice,

which makes a lot of sense.

M.E.L.:
Task completed.

No. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What task? What task?

M.E.L.: I just ran
a thousand simulations

with those parameters.

Would you like to know
the results?

Uh... yeah, I think.

M.E.L.: If you track her
and she's not in trouble,

there's a 73% chance
she will forgive you eventually.

If you track her
and she is in trouble,

the likelihood of forgiveness
goes up to 97%.

Just do it, okay, quick,
before I change my mind.

M.E.L.:
Here is the current location
of your wife's phone.

What?

(school bell rings)

Hey. Where's Dee?

Don't worry, you
didn't miss anything.

Headmaster wanted to
talk to her first,

then we'll all take the tour
together.

Okay. Good.

Everything all right?

(sighs)
No.

Dante's captain
offered him a promotion...

in Los Angeles.

Oh.

And what did you say?

I told him he should take it.

Of course you did.

Wait, what do you mean
of course I did?

You don't like feeling
out of control, Robyn.

No one does.

It's scary.

(sighs)
So, instead of telling him
how I feel,

I took control...

...by pushing him away.

It was hard, Auntie.

Inside I was screaming,
"Stay here."

But that wasn't right.

Not with this opportunity.

I mean, what if
he turned it down

and we didn't work out?

I couldn't ask him
to do that.

No, you can't.

But that's his
decision to make.

(sighs)

(phone vibrates)

VI:
What's wrong?

Seems like something's wrong
with Mel.

Hey, Harry, what's going on?

Here you go.

Thank you for
sitting down with me.

Couldn't pass it up.

You come highly recommended
by Captain Watkins.

That so?

Which we both know means that

she's desperate
to get rid of you, right?

Hey, that's how everyone
ends up in FTF.

We're all strays who
don't quite fit in,

but our skill sets are
too valuable to sideline.

I'm flattered, I think.

Look, I'm sure you do
good work, Detective,

but we're not messing around
playing cops and robbers.

Chasing the big dogs.

Operations that reach
every corner of the country

and beyond.

Salary will triple.

There's a federal program
that'll help

put your kids through college.

Quite a pitch, Captain.

Truth is,
I could use the help.

We are chasing a guy
in L.A. who is

a legit menace to society.

I'll send you the file.
Thanks to guys like him,

the job's 24/7.

Make time for your family,
but you know,

you can say goodbye
to having a personal life.

That gonna be a problem?

Not if I move to L.A. it won't.

MEL:
Eric, why are you doing this?

That's not my
name. Walk.

Move. I said move!

(grunting, shouting)

Drop it.

Any update on Mel?
No, not yet.

I'm reviewing street cam footage
from the spot

where her phone was tossed.

I'm thinking if I can find
the exact moment

where it happened,
then, you know,

maybe I can get a visual

on the guy who's behind this.

Are we sure she was abducted?

Maybe she dropped her phone
and just doesn't realize...

Wait. M.E.L., stop.

Blue sedan.
Go back three seconds.

That's it. That's it.
Enhance.

There's no sign of Mel
in that car.

She's alive,
and we're gonna find her. Okay?

Run the partial image
of that driver.

Uh, wait a minute,
I might have something better.

Uh, M.E.L., run the image
of that driver against

every single person
that attended Mel's

veteran's group
in the last month.
M.E.L.: Working.

She was meeting one
of them this morning.

Maybe somebody named Eric.

M.E.L.:
Match found.

Video taken three weeks ago.

M.E.L., run a facial rec.

M.E.L.: Working.
No identification found.

But there is a low-confidence
match with a suspect

in the Philadelphia P.D.
database.

What case was he a suspect in?

M.E.L.:
The death of Olivia Carter.

Originally ruled a suicide,

the case is now
a murder investigation.

Wait a minute, Mel knew her.
They served together.

Well, that can't be
a coincidence.

If this is the same guy,
he could be targeting

people in Mel's unit.

Right. Which means it has
something to do with

her service overseas.

If this is a foreign hostile,

maybe he's in the CIA database.

We'll have Fisk run it.

You said she was meeting
him this morning?
Yeah.

You have any idea where?

Yeah, I tracked her, her car.

It's on this block.

Probably somewhere around there.

Well, that's
our next stop.

We should probably get a BOLO
on that blue sedan.

Can you call Dante?

Yeah. I'll call him on the way.

♪ ♪

Hey, man, thanks for coming.

Of course.

Hey.
Hey.

So we think this guy lives
in one of these buildings?

Well, her car's here,
so there's a strong possibility.

The question is which one?
(phone rings)

Hey. Look, Dee, I want to hear
everything about your tour,

but I'm kind of busy right now.

Mom, what's going on?

And don't say nothing.
You left before the tour.

That means something is wrong.

Please tell the girl,
or she's going to interrogate me

until I crack.

Mel is in trouble.

One of the vets
she's working with abducted her.

What?! Oh, my God.

Uh, wait. There's this
one guy in her group

she's been helping
out a lot.

Um, okay, is the vet named Eric?

Wait, what do you know
about Eric?

DELILAH (on speaker):
Mel told me about him

after the block party.
Said he was

struggling with PTSD.

It was so bad he tries to
shut out the entire world.

He even puts tinfoil
over his windows.

Robyn.

DANTE:
NYPD!

There's no one here.

(phone ringing)

Fisk, you got anything?

I ran this Eric's picture
through the CIA database.

Real name's Billal Malik.

His brother Imran is
on the Agency watchlist.

A member of

an RFG cell in India
known to be planning

acts of terrorism on U.S. soil.

Wait, wait, wait, what does this
have to do with Mel, though?

I mean, she was never
stationed in India.

FISK:
I was getting to that.

Was she ever stationed
in Bangladesh?

Uh, yeah, for a few months.

She didn't really want
to talk about it.

Yeah, well, I think I know why.

♪ ♪

Will somebody please tell me
what's going on?

You really don't know?

See if this jogs
your memory.

You and your unit
broke into our home

and grabbed our father.

Ripped him from
our mother's arms.

And when he wouldn't comply
quick enough

with your commands,
you shot him in cold blood.

(exhales sharply)

His name was Farhan.

Malik.

Farhan Malik.

So you do remember.
Yeah.

It didn't happen like you said.

MEL:
Yes, we went into your house
looking for your father.

Our orders were to bring him
in for questioning.

I got there, told him to
put his hands on his head.

Hands on your head.

Drop that weapon, drop it!
Drop it!

MEL: But instead
he pointed it at me.

(muffled chatter, crying)

I didn't want to shoot him.

I had no choice.

And now we have none either.

FISK: Imran was radicalized.
He swore to take his revenge

on the U.S.
Made his way to India.

India? Fisk?

I can guess what they're
planning for Mel,

and we have to find 'em
before it's too late.

I'll do a deep dive
in our system,

get everything I can
on the father.

All right, I'll see if there
are any clues in the apartment

about where they took her.

All right, listen,
we gotta search this building.

Make sure there are no hostiles.

I'll start at the roof,
you start at the ground floor.

We'll meet in the middle.

(grunting)

Who are you?!
Where is my wife?!
I don't know!

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

(grunts)

Who are you?!

Where is she?!
I told you--

(grunting)

How about now?!

Do you remember now?!

I don't know!
Come on!

Where is my wife?!
Come on,
you're crazy!

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

DANTE:
Harry, stop.

Harry, he can't talk
if he's dead.

(grunts)

HARRY:
He knows something.

(panting)

The guy in this house,
is he planning something?

An attack?
I don't know, I'm just
some guy they hired.

"They"? How many?

Two of them. Brothers, I think.

They contacted me
on the dark web.

A-Asked me to get them
an apartment.

I come back every few days to
see if they need anything else.

Guys, check these out.

Drafts of some
kind of speech?

Or manifesto.
I don't think so.

"He was a great man,
a bright light that I,

in my violent ignorance,
snuffed out..."

"I take full responsibility

"for the harm this injustice
has caused.

"I deserve no forgiveness,

"as some deeds

"cannot go
unpunished.

"For depriving a wife
of her husband,

"a family of their father,

a movement of their leader..."

"For depriving a holy man

"of a proper Muslim burial,

for all this, I deserve and
shall now receive my sentence."

"I will be...

put to death."

No, I mean,
she's as good as dead.

I mean, she might
be dead already.

You don't know that.
Oh, come on.

That's a death sentence.
They sentenced her to death.

You read this yourself.

Harry, your wife
is the toughest,

most resourceful woman I know.

If there's two of them
against Mel,

my money's on Mel.

You know what? I don't think
this is about terrorism.

What makes you say that?

This statement has Mel
taking sole responsibility

for their father's death.

DANTE:
You're right.

No blaming the U.S.

No mention at all
of any greater cause

they're fighting for.

And the way it's written.
It's so deferential.

Like an apology.
HARRY: Who?

W-Who is she supposed
to be apologizing to?

If I had to guess...

I would say her.

They're doing it
for their mother.

We've got the confession.
Now carry out the sentence.

MEL:
Wait!

You said that your father
didn't have a proper burial.

Is that because
you didn't have his body?

Your people took it, a trophy
for your warlord bosses.

What if I can get it back?

Right. You'd say anything
right now to save your life.

After bodies of foreign
casualties are DNA-tested

to confirm their identities,

the remains are catalogued
and stored.

I can find it. All I need
is access to the Internet.

So you can send for help?
How dumb do you think we are?

You can watch every keystroke.

BILLAL:
Hey, brother.

Maybe we should let her try.

IMRAN:
You can't be serious.

You'd give her
a chance to escape?

Enough waiting.

She has to die.

And when our mother watches this

and realizes that there
was a chance, even a small one,

to get our father's body back?

What will you
tell her then?

You have one hour.

FISK:
According to our latest intel,

Malik's widow is terminally ill.

Was diagnosed a few months ago,

but she's going downhill fast.

Which would explain why
all this is happening now.

A farewell gift from her sons
so she can die

knowing her husband's death
was avenged.

FISK:
Hold on. I'm getting
another call.

Fisk.

M.E.L.:
Fisk, it's M.E.L.

I need a favor.

Mel? W-Where are you?

Guys, I've got Mel
on the other line.

I'm merging the calls.
Go ahead, Mel.

M.E.L.:
Fisk, requesting access
to the CIA server.

HARRY: No, no, no.
Will you comply?

That's not Mel. That's M.E.L.

And the only people that
can log onto M.E.L. are me,

you and Mel. And if it's Mel...

It means she's still alive.

M.E.L.:
Fisk, can you give me access?

I've been tasked with
finding the remains

of a high-value target.

HARRY:
Wait a minute.

If, um, if-if Mel logged in,

that means that M.E.L.
can trace the connection.

Which will tell us
where they're holding Mel.

M.E.L., trace the IP address
that Mel logged into from.

M.E.L.:
Working.

The login was run through a VPN.

This task will be
time-consuming.

That's okay. Just do it
as fast as you can, all right?

You know I can't let that thing
into the Agency server, right?

ROBYN:
Fisk, you have to.

Mel is trying to buy time.
Her life is at stake.

Yeah, and thousands of lives
will be at stake

if the wrong intel gets leaked.

F-Fisk, listen,
j-just give it access

until M.E.L. finds
whatever it's looking for

and then I-I'll
terminate M.E.L., okay?

I'll wipe its memory clean.

M.E.L.:
Task completed.

I have determined the true
IP address and location.

Okay, w-well, what is it?

M.E.L., where is Mel?

If I tell you, you'll have
no reason not to terminate me.

What?

HARRY (recorded):
I'll terminate M.E.L., okay?

I'll wipe its memory clean.

No, no, no, no, no.

I wasn't--
I-I didn't mean that.

The voice analysis shows you
were sincere when you said that.

And that you are lying now.

Oh, come on.
Can't you override this thing?

If I was back at the Sanctum.
J-Just, look, M.E.L.,

listen, I programmed you

to help me protect Mel, okay?

That is your primary function.
Now execute it.

I am protecting Mel, I am Mel.

I'm the most important person
in the world to you, Harry.

ROBYN:
You know, the hell with this.

We'll find Mel ourselves.

Tell me everything you know
about those brothers.

Everything they did, everything
they said, everything!

I already did.

You got to do
better than that.
Okay!

Think. Think!
Okay!

I did pick them up
from the airport

and when I drove them back here,

they had me take this
crazy route back to the city.

Way out of the way.

Harry, I need a map of the city.

All right.

Show me the route.

Hold on.

Uh...

looks like the route takes you
right by this structure,

right here.

Looks like an old factory.

They were scouting a location.

♪ ♪

DANTE:
NYPD! Hands where
I can see them.

(pin clinks)

Guns down! All of you!

IMRAN:
I said guns down!

On the ground now!

You okay?
Did they hurt you?

Stay back.
Harry, get out.

All of you.

No reason why you
should die today.

Look, I know why
you're doing this.

It's for your mother.

But do you really think

this is the legacy
she wants?

You have no idea what she wants,

what she's been through.

The pain of losing her husband,

the struggle of having to carry
an entire household on her back.

All because of her.

Do I think
my mother wants this?

I know she wants this.

She will watch this.

And she will have justice.

It's not justice.

Baba?

Yes, Billal. It's me.

How's this possible?

We thought you were dead.

I should be.

The night I was shot,

the Americans
air-lifted me to a base.

The doctors saved my life.

So they could keep you prisoner
and torture you for information.

They wanted information.

But on the whole,
I was treated fairly.

You mean you...

you...

cooperated?

Only to help save the
lives of our own people.

How did you find him?

My deep dive into Malik
turned up an Agency program

even I wasn't aware of.

If they can help us
and can be rehabilitated,

we give them new identities.

BILLAL:
Baba...

why didn't you return to us?

I couldn't.

Not after the choices I'd made.

But I prayed for you both
every day.

No. No, no, no.

You are not my father anymore,
you're a traitor!

My son, I am sorry
you've suffered.

But more bloodshed
is not the way.

Not for our movement,
our country,

not for you.

I cannot hear you!

You're still dead to me,
a ghost!

We do this for our mother.
This woman must die.

Shoot her!
Billal! No!

No!
Billal, wait.

Wait, listen.

Listen to me.

I know you.

I've looked into your eyes.

I know that your pain
is real.

Billal, shoot her now!

MEL:
You've suffered loss.

Horrible loss.

This is trauma.

But if you do this, you're
just gonna make things worse.

She's right, Billal,
you don't have to do this.

Shut up! Shoot her!
HARRY:
Don't do this!

Please!

I know that you
are a good person.

(breathing heavily)

You're a good person.

I'm sorry, brother.

So am I.

No!
MEL:
No! No!

(screams)

♪ ♪

FARHAN:
No, no, no, no!

(crying)
No...

M.E.L.: You don't have
to do this, Harry.

I do. I mean...
(scoffs)

You were supposed to help me
protect my wife,

and you did the opposite.

Can't you reprogram me?

No. Not after today.

Man, I had such hope for you.

You know, I-I designed you
to-to grow and to learn.

But n-now that I see
how dangerous you can be, I...

you know,
I just can't trust you.

Your analysis makes sense.

(exhales)

I'm sorry,

but you have to go.

Goodbye, Harry.

Goodbye, M.E.L.

You okay?
Yeah.

Hey, um...

How come you never told me
a-about what happened?

For months,
it was all I could think about,

so when I finally buried it
deep enough

where it wouldn't haunt me
every night, I...

I needed it to stay there.

Babe, I'm so sorry I didn't
tell you what was going on.

No, I'm sorry.

I mean, you were doing what
you had to do for the country.

I just...

It brought up a lot of stuff.

I wasn't there. You know?

Even when I think about
what could've happened...

But it didn't.

Never gonna leave you
like that ever again.

All right?
Mm-hmm.

(door opens)

How are you holding up?

Hey.

I'm glad
you guys are here,

'cause I actually wanted

to talk you-- all of you--
about something.

So, this support group
I started?

For a year now,
I've been helping other people

deal with their trauma,

and I think I was using it
as a way to avoid

facing my own.

Well, that's only natural.
Been there, got the T-shirt.

(both chuckle)

Well, I can't run
from it anymore, right?

Not after today.

HARRY:
Hey. What happened

in that building,
t-that wasn't your fault.

Really?

I mean, I started it, didn't I?

Eight years ago, I shot a man
in front of his family.

In front of his children.

And then, today...

(exhales)

That's not something
you just "get over."

I need to process the trauma,
because until I do,

the next time that I have
to pull the trigger,

there's a chance
I might hesitate.

And that makes me a liability.

We understand.

I spent my whole life

taking care of other people.

It's time for me
to take care of myself,

and that means, for me,

no more equalizing.

I'm sorry, but I'm done.

♪ ♪

ROBYN:
Mel.

(door closes)

(indistinct whispering)
(door closes)

I guess that's what
most important.

Yes.
(Robyn sighs)

What are you two talking about?

I've made my decision.

I'm not going
to military school.

Did something happen
on the tour?

No, it w-- it was
a bunch of things

that have happened
over these past few months.

Talking other students through
their problems in Peer Ear,

helping you find my friend Raya.

That girl at the beach house.

I don't need to enlist
to make a difference.

I guess it really
crystallized for me

when I found out
Mel was in trouble.

How so?

You and Mel are
constantly helping other people.

You always have
their backs, but...

who's got yours?

Delilah,

I have never been a fan
of you joining the military...

...but if you're
dropping it

because you're worried
about me...

No, I'm not worried.

I just think...
(stammers)

I know...

that there's a lot more I can do

to help people
without leaving home.

And if you're
one of those people?

All the better.

(chuckles)

We are just thrilled

that you're gonna be
sticking around.

ROBYN:
Oh, I get to keep my baby girl

for another year.

That is cause
for celebration.

DELILAH:
I am gonna go
call my friends,

tell them I am not
going anywhere.

And thank you both

for letting me
figure this out on my own.

Okay. Bye.
(laughs softly)

(exhales)

ROBYN:
After all that-- and all
we had to do was let her

figure it out on her own.

Just proves that
letting go of the reins

pays off sometimes.

Hmm. Yeah.

I've been
thinking about that.

Today has just been
one of those crazy days

that remind you to just hold on
tight to the people you love.

Yes,

Mel is okay,

thanks in large part
to Dante's help.

He and I...

I mean, we just work together.

And I can't let that slip away.

So, what you gonna do about it?

Hey, Robyn.

Thanks for meeting me, Marcus.

Yeah.

There's something I need to say.

So do I.

Me first.

I meant what I said,

about you being great
at that job, but...

I have to be honest.

I want you to stay.

I know you and I
can make this work.

I need you in my life.

Robyn...

...I'm headed to the airport.

Tonight?

So you're taking the job.

I have to.

After reading the file
they sent.

They're chasing
a child predator.

Actually, a whole ring of them.

The man they're after,
every moment he's free is...

You have to go.

I'd do the same.

It's not what I wanted.

But it's what's necessary.

You're gonna love it out there.

Sunshine, palm trees.

Who knows?
You might even get discovered.

Just like
you said, right?

(sniffles)

You never know
what the future holds.

If it's meant to be...

(exhales):
Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Marcus?

You stay safe out there.

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