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Previously on The Equalizer...

You are gonna strike me.

I-I don't want to hurt you.

That's funny. Three, two. (grunts)

VI: Let me make this up to you.

How about I treat you to breakfast sometime?

I think I'd like that, Viola.

I am recommending you for a position

with the Federal Task Force.

Los Angeles?

Looks like there's a new player

in the weapons trafficking business.

Guy named Angel Salazar.

They are armed to the teeth with military-grade weapons

and have zero regard for human life.

(grunts)

(tires squealing)

SALAZAR: Secure the guns.

We'll deal with her later.

♪ ♪

(dog barking)

(distant shouting)

(TV cartoon playing)

(cartoon character shrieks)

NORAH: Jessie!

Time for bed!

Five more minutes. Please, Gram?

Five, and not a minute more.

Or you won't be watching cartoons for a week.

(tires screeching)

(gunshot, glass shattering)

(men shouting) (screams) Oh. Oh.

(tires squealing) Oh. Dear. Jessie. Oh.

Jessie! No. No!

(sobbing)

Jessie! (crying)

Oh, my baby. No.

No!

Oh!

♪ ♪

(birds singing)

Buttered biscuits with gravy?

Eggs and grits?

Well... well, was it my birthday

and I forgot or something? I'm just trying

to live a little,

and that includes enjoying my favorite foods.

Anything else on this "live a little" list of yours?

Like maybe handing out some cash to your favorite niece? (laughs)

No, but there is a sticky pecan pie for later.

Ooh. And, uh,

I have a date.

Mm. I see you, Auntie.

Mm. Okay.

Hey, good morning.

VI: Morning.

Oh, wait. Um,

are those your hot-buttered biscuits?

You know it. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Um, is there any butter left?

VI: No, but is there a reason

that lack of butter is putting you into a tailspin?

Cam is coming over.

We were gonna watch a movie, and I wanted to make popcorn, and...

With butter.

Yes. Everything has to be perfect.

Perfection is a high goal to set, baby girl.

VI: I have a suggestion.

Now, popcorn with butter is good-- it's a classic--

but it's a little bit ordinary.

Give me your hand.

Popcorn with Cajun seasoning.

Oh, my God!

Thank you!

That is amazing.

And by the way, it's fine

that Cam is coming over today,

but do not let that young man

date you from the couch.

Hmm? He's got to put some effort into it.

Yes, Auntie.

All right.

If you two will excuse me,

I have a date to get ready for.

Okay. Is it that, uh, cute Captain Curtis?

He's more handsome than cute.

Distinguished?

(Delilah laughs) ROBYN: All right.

See you, Auntie. Have fun.

(laughs)

Now, look, when Cam comes over here...

Act responsibly. Come on, Mom.

I know the rules. (phone chimes)

Well, good, 'cause I don't play.

All right, well, have fun.

Have a good day. (laughs)

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(rhythmic beeping)

Ms. Green?

Norah, please.

And thank you so much for coming.

I-I just couldn't leave her.

No, it's okay. I understand.

Oh, thank you.

How's she doing?

NORAH: The doctors are worried, but my Jessie's tough.

She's gonna pull through, I know it.

I'm sure she will.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(rhythmic beeping continues)

She's all I have in the world.

I need you to find whoever did this to Jessie.

Whoever shot my baby.

Well, what are the police saying?

That they're looking into it.

But it's been three days.

I... (sighs) I don't blame them.

Our neighborhood...

There was an old man attacked just last week.

A pregnant woman was shot.

Guns are everywhere.

And you don't think the police can't keep up.

(sighs)

I'm sure they're doing their best.

But victims from our neighborhood

aren't exactly high priority.

We're a blip in the news, and then forgotten.

For someone to do this to my little girl,

and still be walking around free...

it's just not right.

ROBYN: No, it's not.

And I promise, I'm gonna do everything I can to find them.

MEL: Jessie's grandmother is right.

Victims in her neighborhood don't get any media attention.

Yeah, well, you know, what's gonna

get more eyeballs-- the Kardashians doing anything,

or another report on violent crime in a bad neighborhood?

Harry, can you check crime statistics

in Norah's neighborhood?

She mentioned a rise in gun violence.

Norah's right again. There's been a spike

in gun violence

in her neighborhood in the last few months.

It looks like illegal firearm seizures are on the rise.

ROBYN: This can't be a coincidence.

It has to be Salazar.

Wait a minute.

You don't think that the gun that shot Jessie

is from the shipment Salazar stole from Camp Pendleton?

You mean the shipment I lost.

No.

HARRY: Rob, you got to stop

beating yourself up about that.

Especially when there's enough guilt to go around.

(sighs)

Okay. What about the drive-by?

All right, okay, so according to this,

the cops think it was gang-related.

An up-and-comer from the Sixth Street Mafia

named Trent Collins, aka "Trick,"

apparently killed one of the Shotta Boys,

and Jessie was caught in the cross fire.

Why haven't the police made an arrest?

Well, a bunch of people unofficially said

that Trent did it, but no one will go on the record.

And also, without a murder weapon...

As long as the gun is missing, Trick goes free.

ROBYN: Harry, see if you can locate this guy.

Maybe we can find something on Trick

the investigators missed.

I'm gonna head back to the hospital, check on Jessie.

WATKINS: Detective Dante?

It's Special Agent Dante now.

Or did you forget sending me to the FTF?

Special Agent, Secret Agent, I don't care.

What I want to know is why I got a call

from DA Grafton informing me

that you and your band of misfits

will be squatting in my precinct.

The FTF has a case here in New York,

and my team needed someplace to work.

Real estate in this city is tight.

You have office space, interrogation rooms

and holding cells, and I figured

you missed me as much as I missed you.

And here I thought

you picked this precinct just to tick me off.

Nah. That was just a bonus.

Don't get comfortable.

GRASHEL: And another one here.

Dante, sorry about interrupting your leave.

Happy to help. What's going on?

There's been some unusual cartel action.

Alliances shifting, some key players turning up dead.

And a piece of it's happening here, in New York.

Which is why you need me.

DURAN: And you were involved in the takedown

of La Maldad.

We believe she was working with a weapons trafficker.

Angel Salazar?

He had a nasty run-in with a colleague of mine.

I'd love the chance to pay him back.

Word is, he's trying to raise enough cash

to take over the Iron Pipeline.

I-95. Damn. Yup.

Salazar does that,

he'll be trafficking weapons from Miami to Maine.

How's he funding his play?

That's what we're trying to find out.

My... organization...

has operated the same way for a long time.

It's time for us to take a step forward.

Expand our reach

without borders.

With the money I make on this deal,

I'll be able to control the weapons market,

eliminate my competition and anyone else who's in my way.

And that takes money.

To purchase more product.

I'm prepared to invest four million dollars,

but I expect a high rate of return.

Well, unfortunately, Mr. Salazar,

the minimum investment

for this particular startup portfolio

is eight million dollars.

And you don't have it.

(scoffs)

Ten million.

You'll have your money by the end of the week.

This is from a traffic cam the morning after the drive-by.

There's Trick. Ten bucks says the murder weapon's in that bag.

This is from an ATM cam a couple of blocks away.

That's Gerald Jackson.

He runs with Trick. He's got an even worse reputation.

His rap sheet says he once tortured a guy

by stealing his tattoos.

Think Silence of the Lambs.

Good to know.

Let's go find him.

♪ ♪

What the...? Where am I?!

Keep wiggling, you're gonna dislocate your shoulder.

Not that I mind.

Pain makes my job easier.

Who the hell are you?

And what the hell am I doing here?

I ask the questions, not you. Now, where's the gun?

What gun?

The one your buddy passed off to you.

Or do you want me to give the cops

the video of you and Trick?

Gerald, don't you get it?

Trick gave you the murder weapon

to get rid of because he needed a fall guy.

Question now is,

who gets the life sentence?

Him...

or you?

♪ ♪

Rob, I ran the serial number of the murder weapon.

You'll be relieved to know

it wasn't connected to the Pendleton cargo,

but it-it was connected to a shipment

headed to another military base.

Two gun shipments hijacked the exact same way?

It's Salazar.

Yeah. That's what I'm thinking, too.

I'm not letting anyone else get hurt because of Salazar's guns.

We are taking him down.

Norah? Good news.

The police got a tip on the gun used in that drive-by.

They arrested the shooter.

Norah?

They got him.

She's dead.

My Jessie's dead.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

What's the update on Angel Salazar?

In the past 18 months, his, uh, cartel has moved north

from Tijuana, set up shop in the west and burned

across the states pretty quickly.

Very entrepreneurial. HARRY: Yeah.

Landing in NYC just a few months back,

when Rob tangled with him.

Looks like the guns that Salazar stole

from Camp Pendleton

secured their position on the east coast.

It's damn near impossible to steal

that many weapons from a base.

Yeah, unless you got an inside man.

Or maybe you know exactly where

the guns are going...

and where they came from. MEL: You mean, steal the guns

after they leave the base?

HARRY: Hey, check this out.

The guns from Pendleton were cycled out

to a manufacturer's distribution hub in Arizona.

What about the gun that killed Jessie?

Same manufacturer,

different hub-- this one in Connecticut.

Before they reached the Naval base.

Very entrepreneurial, but very predictable.

ROBYN: You two call the distribution center

in Connecticut, I'll call Dante.

Maybe the FTF has something on Salazar that can help us.

Hey. Got the popcorn. (chuckles softly)

Woah, that's fire! What is that?

(giggles) It's a little Cajun seasoning.

I thought I'd try something different.

Right? Nah, for real.

That's a great call.

(chuckles)

So, um...

what kind of movies do you like?

Uh, let's see.

Gone in 60 Seconds,

but the original, not the remake.

Hmm. Uh, Vanishing Point

and Bullitt.

So, old classic movies.

With cars. I like cars.

(both laugh)

You sound just like my mom.

She's a total gearhead.

I mean, she's got this car

that she's been working on forever.

It's a Chevelle.

It's a 1970 Super Sport.

No way.

A-A true SS?

Mm-hmm. C-Can I see it?

Oh. Um...

I-I mean, if that's okay with you.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

For real? Sure. Yeah.

(laughs) Um, yeah, just...

let me get the keys. Okay, yeah.

Okay.

Yeah. Yeah.

No way.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, you. Hey, yourself.

(chuckles) You look happy.

Why shouldn't I be?

Meeting a lovely lady, admiring the view...

Truth is, I'm having an amazing day.

FTF give you another case? (laughs) Nah.

Got to see Stefon play basketball this morning.

Oh, great. How's his handles?

His left is weak, but he's working on it.

You were right when you said

I should let the boys stay in New York.

I know it's not easy.

But it was the right call.

They'd miss their lives here way too much.

Just like I do.

When you called, you said you have some questions

about Angel Salazar?

Yeah, I was at the hospital this morning.

A six-year-old girl was murdered because of the guns

Salazar's been putting on the street.

I'm going after him.

Robyn, last time,

he almost killed you. Marcus,

I can't let any more kids die because of him.

How can I help?

According to Harry, the guns Salazar is moving are

originating from manufacturing plants on both coasts.

So I was hoping the FTF could fill in the blanks.

We're still putting together the facts ourselves,

but it looks like Salazar's making a move

to take over the Iron Pipeline.

And if he does that, a lot more people will get hurt.

And that'll make him unstoppable.

We have to move first.

(indistinct chatter)

Hi. May I help you?

ATF. We're here to speak with the person in charge.

Of course. May I see some ID?

Sure. No!

You may not see some ID.

What you may do is get the person in charge,

right now. Agent Stephenson, please.

HARRY: Please, what? Calm down?

There are egregious violations at this facility

and I need answers! I'm sorry.

It'd just be easier if you just grab the person in charge.

Mr. Thompson? He's-- HARRY: Mr. Thompson!

I'm Ed Thompson, the manager. What-what's going on here?

Hi. ATF. My partner and I have

a couple of questions about an arms shipment.

It was intended for a Naval Sub Base in Groton.

But that shipment never arrived.

And I reported the hijacking to you guys.

Along with the Sheriff's Department,

the DOD, Department of Transportation,

and everyone else I could think of.

We are aware.

We're just here to clear up some details.

Like what exactly happened during the truck hijacking?

(sighs) Found the driver on the side of the road.

He was terrified.

Claimed two men attacked him when he stopped for gas,

and took the truck.

And was the truck ever recovered?

It was abandoned about 50 miles away.

Empty.

MEL: And this was

the only truck that you've lost?

(smacks lips) Uh, we've lost, uh, five this past year.

♪ ♪

(lively chatter)

(ambient music playing)

I can't imagine a more perfect way to spend an afternoon.

I have to confess,

I have no artistic talent. (laughs)

None. Well, lucky for you,

art isn't just about the end result.

It's about self-expression.

Most of all, enjoying yourself.

Which I am.

Very much.

You, uh,

do you do this a lot?

Dating?

Are you asking me if I'm seeing anyone?

(exhales)

I-I, I don't know what I'm... (chuckles) ...asking.

This-this whole thing...

I was married for over 20 years.

I never thought I'd be dating again.

I don't think of this as "dating," it's...

much more like getting to know each other.

Well, then,

anything you'd like to know about me?

You said you were married. Any children?

Two grown daughters,

with children of their own.

Oh! Grandpa Curtis.

I prefer Big Poppa.

Oh, yeah! I'm sure you do.

(both laugh)

I don't miss my ex. I...

I do miss being in a committed relationship.

Sharing a life, common goals...

Marriage can be a wonderful thing with the right partner.

(sighs) Marriage has never been my goal.

I just...

I mean, I've had committed relationships

and I do enjoy companionship,

but I don't need a partner.

I guess I'm more of a traditionalist.

There's nothing wrong with that.

There's also nothing wrong with, with breaking the mold, either.

Okay, I've hacked into the, uh, distribution center's computers.

On each of the hijacked shipments,

the records were electronically manipulated.

And the cargo was altered to contain only small arms

and assault weapons.

So Salazar's only stealing weapons

that can be sold on the street. Yeah.

(computer beeps) Oh. Uh-oh.

There's another altered shipment here.

Uh, just left the distribution center an hour ago.

And the police was just called to say it's been hijacked.

Uh, that's not good.

It's worse than not good.

This one doesn't contain small arms.

It's, uh, explosives, MPATS,

and a side of AR-15s.

Well, those aren't street weapons.

Those are ordnance.

Which means Salazar's expanding to a whole new class of buyers.

Maybe terrorists overseas?

(sighs)

Can you track this truck?

Who, me? (chuckles)

How long have we been doing this?

Of course I can. What are you thinking?

(exhales)

That, for once, we can get ahead of Salazar.

♪ ♪

MEL: I'm in position behind the truck.

Rob, you're up.

DRIVER: I think it's a blowout.

I'll check this side out.

(grunting)

(groans)

(beeping)

Mel, get back!

(Mel screams)

Hey, you okay? Yeah.

HARRY: Mel? Rob!

Can you hear me?

ROBYN: Yeah, yeah. We're fine.

Just some impromptu fireworks.

(relieved sigh) Thank God. All I heard was kaboom,

you know-- which, by the way, sounds exactly like that.

I hate onomatopoeia.

ROBYN: The truck was a decoy

with a camera hooked up in the back.

Someone was expecting us.

Well, that camera means that Salazar now knows

exactly who's after him.

(sirens approaching) Guess those questions we asked

at the distribution center got somebody's interest.

You and Harry run down the distribution manager.

See if he'll tell you where the real truck is headed.

Okay.

(laughs) (giggles)

CAM: Oh, my.

This is a true SS.

Yeah, my mom loves this car.

Yeah, I see why. I mean, she's perfect.

She is perfect. Yeah, she is sweet.

Yeah, except for the whole "doesn't run" thing.

Oh, really? What's the problem?

The transmission? Or-or maybe the thermostat?

Oh, I-I'm actually not sure...

I don't see anything missing. It looks complete.

Want to go ahead and try it out?

Um...

Yeah.

Yeah. (laughs) Yeah, okay.

All right, cool. (laughs) Okay. (laughs)

(sighing): Okay.

(engine sputtering)

(engine revs) (laughing): Oh, my God.

(laughing): Whoa!

Yo. (laughs)

Okay, well, I guess it runs.

Yeah, like a beast.

(laughs)

You, uh, you thinking what I'm thinking?

Mm...

Yeah, okay. You drive.

Yes! (laughing)

(sighs)

I reached out to a couple of the alphabets.

This is everything.

ROBYN: Salazar's been busy.

Special Agent Dante.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Is this who I think it is?

Heard a lot about you, Captain.

It was rhetorical.

I know who you are.

And I refuse

to house a vigilante

who believes that working outside of the law

is justified and heroic.

You're wrong about me.

I'm just trying to help people,

the best way I can, however I can.

That's quite a mission statement.

Captain, listen... WATKINS: You listen.

Your team may have permission to be here,

but this is still my precinct, and I want her gone.

A six-year-old was killed this morning

because of Angel Salazar.

She wasn't the first, and until we stop him,

she won't be the last.

Now, this may be your precinct,

but this is my case,

and she is a valuable asset. She stays.

Or would you like to get DA Grafton on the phone?

(scoffs)

Having you here reminds me how very glad I am

you took that job with the FTF.

Thank you, Marcus,

for having my back.

Always.

Where were we?

The FBI took these photos last week.

Who's the woman in the background?

DANTE: No mention of her in the notes.

Check out the way Salazar is looking at her, the way his

body is angled toward her.

DANTE: It's intimate.

Salazar's lover?

That's what I'm thinking.

Okay.

Are you ready for your big reveal?

No. (chuckles)

Come on. Can't be any scarier than chasing down criminals.

(exhales)

You first. Okay. Don't get mad.

(sighs)

(laughing)

I told you I don't have any talent.

I promise you,

this is not what I think you look like.

You know, I like it.

(gasps) Aw.

I like

what you've chosen to focus on,

the details, the shape and texture of my

crazy curls, my eyes.

Tells me that you're seeing me. That...

...you're interested in me.

You know, I...

I recently promised myself that I would...

live...

in the moment, in...

in every moment, truthfully.

You know what I said a while back, about not...

not needing a partner, or marriage?

I-If I'm honest, what I want

at this point in my life is...

...love.

I like spending time with you.

So, why don't we just see where this goes?

I'd like that.

DANTE: Ms. Nolan.

I'm Federal Agent Marcus Dante.

We'd like to ask you some questions

about Angel Salazar.

Who?

I don't know what's going on here,

but that's my boyfriend, Angel Ruiz.

Your boyfriend's real name is Salazar.

He's an arms dealer for a powerful South American cartel.

(laughs) Well, that's crazy.

Angel imports coffee. He's not a criminal.

These are photos of your boyfriend

with several high-level cartel members.

Luis Mungaro,

wanted for narcotics trafficking.

Victor Lobato, murdered the head of a rival cartel--

Those men could be anyone.

ROBYN: Sorry, Ms. Nolan. We seem to have made a mistake.

Yeah, you certainly have.

Either she's delusional, or she's lying.

Well, we'll find out soon enough.

Harry's hot-miked her phone

and is tracking her,

so whatever she hears, we'll hear.

Remind me to never get on Harry's bad side.

Or mine.

♪ I'm cruising in a Chevy with my bae... ♪

Dee?

(tires screeching) (car crashes)

Oh, my God! Someone hit us.

Hey! Hey!

What? They're just driving off.

CAM: Dee, come on, we'll follow them.

(engine sputtering)

Okay. Um...

I do not know how, but there is barely a scratch,

so maybe we could just take it to a repair shop?

We're gonna have to get it towed

and call the police.

My mom's gonna kill me.

What's so urgent?

Something go wrong with the money?

I know my job, Angel.

Your money will be squeaky clean

by the time it hits your account.

Then what is it?

You know, I don't have time for drama.

Do you have time for the FTF?

Because one of their agents

and some woman just ambushed me.

A woman?

Did they follow you here? Of course not.

No, no, no. Are you sure? Yes.

But if the FTF is too close,

they could interfere with our shipment.

(scoffs)

Don't worry.

I'm already in possession of my shipment.

It'll be in the hands of the buyers in less than five hours.

But I do have a few other pressing concerns.

At least I can deal with one of them immediately.

CELESTE (over speaker): I didn't tell them anything.

I would never betray you.

Rob, where are you?

Salazar's boo just overplayed her hand.

ROBYN: We heard. What floor are they on?

HARRY (over comms): Penthouse suite. Hurry.

Dante!

ROBYN: Salazar, stop!

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

ROBYN (over comms): Harry, tell me you have something.

Not much. Uh... That manager from the distribution center,

his personnel file was fake.

I-I managed to connect him to an alias,

linked to a-a mob case from about 15 years ago.

I mean, even if it's the same "Ed,"

you know, chasing down contacts that old is gonna take time.

ROBYN: Well, we got to try.

We got less than five hours before those weapons

reach Salazar's buyer.

Let me know what you find.

FTF's got nothing, but they'll keep digging.

Well, Harry thinks Salazar's inside man

may have connections to organized crime.

It's not much, but at least... It's a lead.

Yeah.

(sighs)

I hate to admit it, but I might know somebody

who can help us.

(knock on door) (door opens)

WATKINS: Secret Agent Dante.

Here to tell me you're vacating the premises?

I'll break out the champagne.

Here with my hat in hand.

That's a switch.

Take it you need something from me?

Something your valuable asset can't help you with?

Captain, you may or may not agree with her methods or mine,

but we're all on the same side.

(scoffs) I'm on the side of the law.

Captain, kids are dying because of the guns

Angel Salazar has been selling on the street.

And now, he's upping his game.

Making a play to control the Iron Pipeline.

You're sure?

Yes.

(sighs) What do you have?

Just an alias.

I'm hoping you can help us find this guy.

(sighs)

WATKINS: Edward Thompson.

Remember me?

We met back when my division was investigating

the Baroni crime family.

You were cooking the books for them...

That's not true. We both know

you were working for the Baronis.

I mean, you still do.

But now... now, you've branched out.

And I'm worried for you, Ed.

This Angel Salazar...

(sighs) ...from what I hear,

is way out of your league.

I know that you're in over your head.

We can protect you from Salazar.

Just tell us where the shipment is.

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

I'm tired of asking nicely.

What, are you thinking of

physical persuasion now?

You can't do anything. You're a cop.

(sighs) You're right. I am.

But he's not.

Oh, wow, look at that.

Lunchtime already.

You two play nice.

(door closes)

Guess they don't record during lunch.

Did you know

that there are 27 bones in the human hand?

I read somewhere that those bones are fragile.

Shall we find out?

All right, uh, uh, wait,

wait, uh...

I think, maybe...

I heard something about a shipment.

GRASHEL: Salazar and his goons will be armed and ready.

Let's get on him first.

Let's go. Move out.

Team A, move to the south entrance.

Go, go, go!

(agents shouting) Federal agents!

Angel Salazar, come out with your hands up!

He's not here! No. We're all clear.

Clear!

You got eyes?

Nobody here. We got nothing.

DANTE: Salazar played us.

It's empty. We got nothing.

(sighs) Harry,

there's nothing here. No guns, no trucks.

Either we got the wrong intel or...

HARRY: Wait, shipment's already in transit.

Just give me a minute.

Okay, got it.

Twenty minutes ago, six trucks

left the warehouse at the same time.

Presumably, five of those are decoys.

ROBYN: Keep tracking them. Yep.

Hey. We got something.

I need you to mobilize your team. Okay.

Everybody, let's go!

AGENT: You heard him. Let's move!

Pull over!

Get out.

AGENT: Truck one clear.

Truck two detained.

AGENT: Truck three clear.

Truck four clear.

Yeah. Really?

Same here.

The others were empty, too.

We've been played. Doesn't make any sense.

Unless Thompson was lying.

But you don't think he was.

No.

All right, we know Salazar's buyers

are lined up and waiting,

so if the weapons weren't in the trucks...

...it's because they never left.

AGENT: Go, go, go!

Check the perimeter.

Okay.

West wall, north corner, there should be

a hallway.

All clear on this end.

Harry, there's nothing here.

(sighs) Well, j... keep looking.

It's the only place it could be.

(quietly): Over here.

There's a hidden doorway.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

DANTE: Freeze!

(chuckles) You're outnumbered.

NYPD!

Or you are.

(indistinct shouting)

Hands up! Get your hands up!

You heard him, let's go.

No sign of Salazar, but we got the shipment.

Good.

But not good enough.

Salazar's still out there.

Still a threat.

♪ ♪

She was a beautiful little girl.

She truly was.

Thank you again.

I know it won't bring Jessie back, but

I'm working with some friends to stop the flow of guns

in this neighborhood.

That's a good thing.

It'll help others.

Jessie would love that.

Take care of yourself.

I couldn't have managed this one without your help.

I'm here for you, Robyn.

Listen, I...

...been thinking a lot about us.

About what I want our relationship to be.

Marcus.

We talked about this,

The FTF, your life--

it's-it's in L.A.

Was in L.A.

I'm finishing this case with the FTF,

but after that I'm out.

My life is here, in New York,

with my family.

And with you.

If you still want that.

Marcus, just because you're in New York right now

doesn't mean you're available.

You got a lot going on.

This...

is what I want going on.

Are you sure?

I mean, are you really sure,

because I never...

♪ ♪

I take it from the look on your face

your day with Cam didn't go

as perfect as you hoped.

Well, it, uh,

started out great.

Found out Cam's into cars,

like you. (chuckles softly)

His favorite movie is Bullitt, so...

we were gonna watch it,

but, um...

...then I-I mentioned the Chevelle...

...and he really wanted to see it.

And I honestly was just going to show it to him,

but we found out that it runs, and...

You drove my daddy's car.

Go ahead. Tell me the rest.

We got rear-ended at a light.

And it died. We had to get it towed back.

I'm really sorry, Mom, I just...

Wanted to impress your new boyfriend?

Dee, you know how much that car means to me.

You know what, someday, when all you have left

of the people you love are memories,

you'll understand what you did.

(door opens) You're grounded.

Go to your room. Hello!

ROBYN: Unbelievable.

What's wrong?

Please tell me your evening went great.

I spent an amazing afternoon

in the company of an attractive,

intelligent man...

...and we painted.

A perfect date.

He's a good one.

You're not the only person dating someone.

Okay, now, hold up.

Marcus is quitting his gig

and moving back to New York.

Which means...

We're gonna give it another try.

Have a seat.

I'm-a open a bottle of red,

and I want all the deets! Okay. Okay, yes, hurry up.

(chuckles)

Not bad...

Secret Agent Dante.

(door closes)

♪ ♪

BIG BEN: Marcus, I know you must have a lot of questions.

Or at least, maybe you've heard a lot of things

in school or on the news...

Uh, Mr. Salazar, now, we took this meeting as a courtesy.

But given that you haven't come up with the agreed-upon funds,

it would be in your best interest

to find another brokerage.

You may be right.

It may be in my best interest to find another firm.

But I'm afraid it wouldn't be in yours.

No, no...

Now, you should remember

that we live

in dangerous times.

Accidents happen.

♪ ♪

Please, guys.

Now I am sure we can come to an agreement.

A very lucrative agreement.

At a discount, of course.

and TOYOTA.

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