All language subtitles for The.Equalizer.S01E03

Previously on The Equalizer...

I mean, who do you go to
if you can't go to the cops?

We've gotten dozens of
hits off that message you sent out.

- What are you doing?
- I'm using my powers for good.

He's gonna be heavily guarded.

Well, then, I'm gonna need backup.

Trouble's my specialty.

Yes, it is.

Looks like you made some
improvements with the place.

What do you need?

I need those freaky-ass
superpowers of yours.

Detective Marcus Dante.
Have you guys ever

come across this woman
as a part of your investigation?

The facial rec turned up negative.

They said it's like
she doesn't exist.

Except she does.

Tommy, open up.
It's Dale. I made it.

Tommy?

Tommy? Tommy!

Oh, no.

♪ I'm sick with this ♪

♪ Straight gangsta mack... ♪

Oh, stop. I can walk from here.

Oh, what, you don't want me
to pump up my old-school joints?

Hey!

- Oh, my God. Mom, no!
- ♪ Look at me, I'm skinny ♪

♪ It never stopped me
from getting busy, I'm a freak ♪

- No, stop. Please.
- ♪ I like the girls with the boom ♪

♪ I once got busy
in a Burger King bathroom... ♪

- Oh, hey, Jazzy.
- Mom.

I haven't seen Jasmine
in some time.

Any reason for that?

No. Just been busy. See you.

Yeah?

Morning, sunshine. Bad time?

No, I'm good. What's up?

There's some lawyer

putting the word out
to the "got a problem" person.

He sounds pretty desperate.

We got to find something better
to call me than that.

Go ahead and set up the meet.

♪ Come on! ♪ Ooh, do me, baby ♪

- ♪ Do the Humpty Hump ♪
- Hey, Humpty Hump

- ♪ Come on, do the Humpty Hump ♪
- Uh, do the Humpty Hump

- ♪ Check me out, y'all ♪
- Hey! Do the Humpty Hump...

So the rumors are true...
You really do exist.

I've heard rumors, too.

Nic Palermo.
Public defender.

Used to be a pretty good lawyer
until you hit the bottle.

Yeah, well, I'm not here about me.

It's about an old client.

Dale Aldridge.

The murderer that just escaped
Danford a few days back?

I don't help criminals.

Please.

He's innocent.

His case nearly broke me.

I spent ten years
trying to show folks

that what happened to Dale was
a gross miscarriage of justice.

But everywhere I turned,
there were brick walls.

It wears on a man.

He's out of appeals now,

but he's still trying to prove
that he didn't do it.

And if the cops find him,
they'll probably kill him.

He deserves better,
better than I could do.

Look, if you don't believe me,
just take a look at the case.

There's something off about it.

Okay, I'll look at the case,

but I need to meet him
face-to-face.

He called me from a burner.
I don't know where he is.

Let me handle that.

Tommy Venti. Parolee.

Released from prison
four months ago.

U.S. Marshals
found the body

when they were tracking
down that escapee,

Dale Aldridge.

Smart money's on a prison beef.

He and Aldridge were cellies.

This is
Deputy U.S. Marshal Mike Monroe.

He's leading the
fugitive task force.

Detective Marcus Dante.

Not much for you, Detective.

Neighbor saw Aldridge fleeing
the scene.

Pretty cut-and-dry.

Except this was more
than a prison beef.

These marks...
This was an interrogation.

Someone wanted information.

Or just wanted to make it last.

If Dale Aldridge is
settling scores, this won't be

the only homicide
you're following down.

Easy, Dale. Easy, Dale.
I'm not a cop.

Your lawyer Nic, he
sent me to help you.

How'd you find me?

Tracked your burner phone.

What are you,
some kind of a P.I.?

No. I'm more of
a specialist.

Your lawyer says you're trying
to clear your name.

How you planning on doing that?

There's this guy named Preacher,

and my last cellmate, Tommy,
did time with him

a couple of years back upstate.

Overheard him confess

to the murder I'm in for.

When Tommy got out,
he tracked him down.

We were gonna confront him, but...

Preacher, he got to Tommy first.

Beat him to death.

So that was your plan,

force a confession
out of a killer?

Even if you did,
you're out of appeals.

You wouldn't even get a new trial.

I don't care about a trial.

The only thing
I care about is him.

That's my son, Blake.

He thinks he's the son
of a murderer.

His mother says
he's self-destructing,

going down the wrong path.

If I can just show him
I'm not who they say I am,

maybe he won't think
that's who he is, either.

I just want him to have a chance.

Okay, so, where is this Preacher?

That's just it.
Tommy wouldn't say,

'cause everything's recorded
on prison phones.

Preacher, that's just a nickname.

I don't even know his real name.

Well, let me worry about that.

But it might take a minute.

I can put you up
in a safe house for a few days.

I can keep myself safe.

Cops consider you
armed and dangerous.

They will shoot to kill.

I appreciate the help.

Would you trust anyone
if you were me?

Well, okay.

But use this phone.

No one can track it but me.

Keep it on.
Lose the other.

And don't even think about
trying to contact your family.

Cops will be on 'em.

In the meantime,

I'll try to locate Preacher.

I remember this case.

They called it
"Terror in Great Neck."

The guy would cut alarms and
break in when no one was home.

Except for the last time
someone was.

Carol Walton,

an ER nurse...
She was found stabbed to death.

A neighbor said they saw Dale

hanging around her house
that night.

Sounds suspicious.

Well, until you find out
that he was working

as a handyman
at the house next door.

So based on the testimony
of one person,

Dale got sentenced to life.

There had to be other evidence.

I mean, DNA or a murder weapon.

Not according
to his lawyer's files.

And he had no record.

Prosecution used
the fact that he was

working-class and struggling,
trying to provide

- for his family as motive.
- It's hard to imagine

being locked up for something
that you didn't do,

and then watching, helpless,

as your kid goes
down the wrong road.

Got him.

No thanks to the
Department of Corrections.

Their I.T. system's
a pit of idiocy.

Reginald Floyd, aka Preacher.

Did a nickel at
Fishkill for B and E.

Shared a block with Tommy
for two of them.

Look at this.

- What?
- Apparently, he got a traffic ticket

ten years ago: Rolling through
a stop sign in Great Neck.

Date on the ticket?

Mm, June 11.

Same night
as one of the first burglaries.

That's our guy.
How do I find him?

It looks like he's in
Queens. Apparently found God

on the inside...
He's got some kind

of inner-city, uh, ministry now.

Then he should know all about
the power of confession.

Yo. Rob, hey.

Uh, just watch your back
out there.

That, uh, that cop

that's been looking for you,
Marcus Dante, he's on

the task force
that's hunting Aldridge.

Then I'll keep my eyes open.

If you have to carry the sheep,

that means not only was it
far away, it was wounded.

The enemy kidnapped your dreams,

kidnapped your hopes,

kidnapped your future,
and tried to kill you

in the process.

You were down,
and you were bleeding.

But you survived.

Is there... Are there any
survivors in the church today?

Are there any survivors online?

Make a sound if you're a survivor.

Ooh, you got a pretty good swing

for a man of God.

What?

What do you want from me?

The truth.

'Cause, Preacher,
today is judgment day.

I know what you're thinking...
I'm a killer... but you're wrong.

Says the man who tried
to grand-slam my head.

You broke into my house.

I heard someone
from my prison days

was looking to get even,
then you showed up.

Looking for answers,

about Great Neck,
the Carol Walton murder.

Tommy Venti heard you confess.

Then he starts asking questions
and ends up dead.

Tommy's dead?

I did confess...

to the burglaries.

But I ain't never killed nobody.

You expect me to believe that?

When Carol Walton was murdered

by someone using the exact
same M.O. as those robberies?

I'm a man of God now.

I confessed my sins,
and I'm telling you,

murder wasn't one of them.

So, what?

This just a coincidence?

No. It's the same M.O.,

'cause whoever killed that woman

used my crime
to get away with their own.

When the cops picked me
up on another charge,

I was terrified they were
gonna pin that murder on me,

until they arrested
that other guy, Dale.

After that,
I thanked God every day.

I changed my life.

I promised I'd do his work.

By letting an innocent man
take the fall?

- You could've come forward.
- And said what?

"I did the robberies
but not the murder"?

Black man, white woman?

It don't matter if I
had a rock-solid alibi.

I'd never see daylight again.

Okay, so you had
an alibi for then.

What about last night
when Tommy was killed?

I was ministering
in a soup kitchen.

I ain't never kill nobody.

Not then, not now.

Somebody used my crimes
to get away with murder,

and now they're trying
to make sure

that their secret stays buried.

And we've got officers
posted there as well.

Well, that's good to know.

Well, if it isn't Detective Dante.

District Attorney Grafton.
Didn't want to interrupt.

I was hoping for a moment
with Judge Cooley

about Dale Aldridge's case.
You were the prosecutor?

We were just discussing
security measures.

And since he's all out of appeals,

he's got nothing to lose.

I, on the other hand,
have a family.

I've reviewed his phone calls
from prison.

So far, he hasn't made
any direct threats against you

or anyone else
involved in the case.

Hardly a comfort,
given he murdered a woman

in cold blood and just killed
his old cellmate.

I understand. It's just, uh...

What?

Also in those calls, uh,
Dale and Tommy spoke about

finding the real killer.

Sounded like Dale
was looking to clear his name.

I hate to ask, but...

- Uh, Detective...
- No.

It's fine.

It was a big case, Detective.

Lots of media attention.
So yes, we looked.

I can assure you,
there was no evidence

it was anyone
other than Dale Aldridge.

Your Honor, we're ready.

Uh, I'm due back in court.

You have any other
questions, please call.

Did you really just
accuse the judge

of putting away the wrong guy?

I'm a cop, not a lawyer.

- Meaning?
- Not every question is an accusation.

My job is to make sure
the story fits the facts.

By all accounts,
Dale and Tommy were friends.

Doesn't make sense he'd kill him.

And when I pulled surveillance,

I saw a stolen car
leaving Tommy's place.

The man in it wasn't Aldridge.

Detective, we have an escaped
killer running around my city.

If you want to chase ghosts, how
about you do it after he's back

behind bars and before
another body drops?

But it has to
be him. He confessed.

To the break-ins, not the murders.

I checked Preacher's alibi
from ten years ago

and the night Tommy was killed.

It's not him.

So, what?
This was all pointless?

No. It means the real killer
is still out there.

We just need to find 'em.

How? Th-There's no place
to start.

We start with the victim.

Carol Walton.
Someone wanted her dead.

We just need to find out who.

After a decade?

You really think that's possible?

Well, the killer
seemed to think so.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have
moved on Tommy.

Which also means you're not safe.

Not here or back there.

You need to let me protect you.

No.

I'm tired of putting my life
in other people's hands.

I'll figure it out on my own.

Dale.

Dale.

You know that phone you gave him?

It's in a Jersey landfill.

He's clearly not that into you.

Well, can you blame him?

Ten years of fighting,

and his one shot ends
with his friend being dead.

I think he's losing hope.

So, what are we supposed to do?

If someone doesn't want
our help, do we just stop?

We help him anyway.

I mean,

we're not getting paid
to do any of this, right?

We're making a choice to
help people who need it.

I mean, clearly,
this dude needs it.

He's out there, he's alone.

So we help him
before he gets himself killed.

Hey.

What's that for?

It's for you being you.

- Oh. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

So what's our next move?

Well, Carol's body was found
by her friend Elaine Gibson,

so maybe she can shed some light

on what was going on
in her life back then.

In the meantime,
we got to find Dale again.

And see if you can get eyes
on his family.

I got a feeling
he's gonna do something stupid.

_

_

You're still duct-taping
the door handle.

You shouldn't be here.

How's Blake?

Tell me.

I've tried, Dale. I have.

He's just so angry
about everything.

He hasn't been home for weeks.

Your last letter,
you said he was in trouble.

You remember Bobby Crenshaw?

Yeah.

Blake is jacking cars for him now.

I have to see him.

Oh, promise you won't.
The cops...

You should get going
before the Marshals

waiting outside get suspicious.

Promise me.

I can't lose you both.

Hey, promise me you'll get
the handle fixed, okay?

I love you.

Excuse me.
I need to see Elaine Gibson.

Oh, totally! That call
cost them the touchdown.

I know!
Pass interference, bro.

- Hey.
- You mind using your inside voice?

You see that family?
They're grieving.

I'm the head of emergency surgery.

Then it would be a real shame
if you couldn't use your hands.

Hi. I'm Elaine.
You looking for me?

Carol was more than a friend.

She was like a sister. Uh,
we even got matching tattoos.

It never sat right,

what they said happened.

I know it's been a minute,
but can you think of anyone

that would want to come after her?

Bad relationship?

Money problems? Anything?

No, nothing like that.
I mean...

- she was a crusader.
- How so?

Back then, the opioid wave
was just hitting.

In the ER, we saw
the damage firsthand.

Someone was flooding the streets
with prescriptions.

Carol wanted to find out who.

The night she died, she
said she'd gotten a name.

Some guy running a pill mill.

She just needed verification.

The next morning, she was dead.

Did you tell this to the police?

Yeah, I did. They said
they'd look into it,

but then they caught that guy.

Said the evidence
was overwhelming.

You know, what else
was I supposed to do?

Dale's lawyer never saw

Elaine's statement
about another suspect.

- Someone buried it?
- Yeah.

And they were willing
to drop bodies

to keep the truth from coming out.

Well, I think I might know who.

You know your buddy at the NYPD,
Detective Dante?

While everyone's been, uh,

running around searching for Dale,

this dude's been
quietly swimming upstream.

Check this out.

He pulled these off the cameras

in front of Tommy's apartment
the night that Dale

supposedly killed him.

It's a guy in a car.

Eh, it's not just any car.

That's a stolen car
right there, man.

That was, that was reported
stolen earlier that day.

You know, and what a
coincidence, uh, some guy's

roaming around in a
stolen car in front

of Tommy's apartment
the night he's murdered.

Yeah, that's definitely not Dale.

Well, the bad news is,
is that photo is way too grainy

for the NYPD to run facial rec,

so your boy Dante's
gonna be at a dead end.

- So what's the good news?
- Well, the good news is

I may be able to, uh,
run it through

a little NSA software
to clean it up.

But it's gonna take me a minute.

Well, I got to pick up Delilah
from school,

so just let me know what you find.

Yep. Mm-hmm.
You want to watch, honey?

You're adorable.

Hey, Robyn.

- How you been?
- Hey, Angela.

I saw your Jazzy yesterday.

- Heard she saw you, too.
- Yeah.

I don't like to ask,
but did you notice

some weirdness between our girls?

Yeah, I noticed they
completely ignored each other.

Any idea what that's about?

Jasmine hardly
tells me anything anymore.

Right now, I'm just
her Uber and her ATM.

You and me both.

Hey, why don't we just do
one of our old movie nights?

All four of us.
Saturday.

Maybe we can mend
whatever the hell this is.

I'll bring the popcorn.

I will bring the M&M's,
"Me and Merlot."

- Hey.
- What were you and Jazzy's mom

talking about?

We were just thinking
how fun it would be

if the four of us hung
out again, you know?

Watched a movie, snuggled
up under the blankets.

Like we used to.

Tell me you did not
just create a playdate for me.

What is wrong with a little hang?

Hang? I mean, what's wrong
is you didn't ask me.

This is Jazzy we're talking about.

Okay, tell you what, you want
to hang out with Jasmine so bad,

you can go without me.

Delilah, where are you going?

To find another ride home.

Delilah, come back here.

Delilah, I understand
you are upset,

but I will not tolerate
you slamming a door on me.

Do you understand?

Fine, but you shouldn't have
done what you did, either.

Maybe I would understand better
if you tell me what's up.

Do you promise not
to judge me or try to fix it?

Oh, you might as well ask
your mama for a pony.

Okay, we just aren't interested
in the same things anymore.

Like what things?

I don't know, she thinks
she's all crazy woke.

I mean, all Jazz and her
new friends do is go to rallies

and make protest posters.

And what is wrong with that?

Life is about more than
just parties and clothes, Dee.

And there it is. Thank you
for the life lesson, Mom.

Hey, those things are important.

Yes, that's the problem.

They don't care about the causes.

It's all about their Instas.

I mean, she's just in it
for the likes.

If you're gonna do something,
believe in it.

Isn't that what
you taught me, Mom?

Well, have you tried
to talk to her?

- Tell her how you feel?
- Okay, what?

So she can act mad salty
with her new friends?

But y'all been friends
since you were little.

It's not like we fought
or anything.

Okay? She changed. I changed.

It's not a thing.
There's nothing to fix.

Maybe I should just call Angela.

Tell her what?
Her daughter's fake woke?

Come on, Aunt Vi.

They've been like sisters.

You don't just toss that away.

I mean, even during the divorce,

it was Jazzy and Dee,
Angela and me doing everything.

So, uh, who are you really
trying to fix this for?

Hey, so, we I.D.'d the guy

in the stolen car outside Tommy's.

His name is Trent Sawyer.

Grand theft, assault,
some drug convictions.

Reminds me of my prom date.

Would make sense he's involved.

Except Trent is 23.

Which means
when Carol was murdered,

he was 13 and living
in another state.

So, how's he connected
to all of this?

That's exactly
the question we were asking.

Then we saw this.

Mm-hmm.

So, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking we make a trade.

With who?

That cop. Detective Dante.

Our info for their info
on Dale's case.

You're gonna set a trade

with the guy who's hunting you?

Why don't you just,
like, throw rocks

at a wasps' nest
while you're at it?

He will make the trade.

How do you know?

Because I know him.

Career law enforcement.

His father was a cop, too.

A legend who got busted
for being dirty,

which means he has
to do things cleaner

and better than anyone else.

Wow, stalker much?

Know thy enemy.

Okay, so he's a Boy Scout.

Who's atoning for sins
that aren't even his.

Yet he almost tanked
his career going after

an ADA who put politics
before justice.

The man cares.

I can work with that.

Okay, who's to say, though,
he doesn't draw you in,

and then arrest you
when your guard is down?

My guard is never down.

Detective Dante.

Do you know who this is?

Why don't you tell me?

I'm that photograph you have
in front of you.

You know who I am, so who are you?

Let's just say, when the scales
of justice are rigged,

I serve as an equalizer.

You mean "lawless vigilante."

Then I guess you're not interested

in this information I have
on the Aldridge case.

What information is that?

The guy you're looking for.

The guy in the stolen car

in front of Tommy Venti's house.

How do you know?

Tell you what.

I'll give you his name

for some information
from Carol Walton's case file.

Why would I agree to that?

Because we both know
Dale's innocent.

All right, I'll play.

You first.

Your man's name is Trent Sawyer.

And up until a few days ago,

he was awaiting trial
on a murder two.

Says it was dismissed.

Technicality.

Look who dismissed it.

Judge Felicia Cooley.

Who just happened to be
the original prosecutor

on Dale's case.

So, Cooley dismisses the charges,

Sawyer goes to Tommy's house,
and...

And Tommy ends up dead.

Now, that's either the world's
biggest coincidence, or...

Or Cooley's involved.

You mentioned
Carol Walton's case file.

What information do you want?

Walton's friend, Elaine Gibson.

She gave a statement to detectives

about a possible motive
for murder,

unrelated to Dale.

Dale's public defender
never saw it.

You want to know who buried it.

Well, you can pull
the physical file.

If I do find something,
how do I get in touch with you?

Oh, don't worry.

I'll find you.

You like that he's
looking for you.

Any luck finding Dale?

No. Nothing.

Blake.

You don't have to do this.

Yeah, says the convict

with every cop in the city
looking for him.

Says your father, who loves you.

Yeah, well...

that's your problem.

You know there's a reward for you?

All right, one call
and you're back in prison.

Okay, 15 minutes.

That's... that's all I ask.

Just give me 15 minutes.

Fine.

Detective Dante.

You got something for me?

You were right.

Elaine's statement was
definitely suppressed.

I spoke to one of the cops
on the case

who remembers taking her statement

and turning it over to
the D.A. at the time... Cooley.

And she buried it?

That wasn't the only thing.

There's a key witness statement
that's referenced

in one of the files.

And it's missing, too.

Any idea what was in it?

No.

And the detective who filed it
retired years ago.

I've e-mailed Pension
for a forwarding address,

but that'll take few days.

Give me the name.
I'll find them.

Why should I trust you?

Because we're running out of time.

We got him. Let's go!

Name's Gail Montgomery.

But it may be too late.

What's happening, Harry?

It's Dale. They found him.

The day you were born...
The moment I laid eyes you...

I wanted to give you the world.

Then after the arrest,
all those appeals,

I did everything I could
to get back to you.

- But you didn't.
- And it killed me.

Y-Y-Your visits were
what I lived for.

Then your mother said
you refused to come.

Do you have any idea
what it's like

when your father's a murderer?

How other kids look at you?

I mean, half of them scared of me,

the other half showing
how tough they are

by wailing on me.

That's what you gave me.

Blake...

I swear to you I didn't
do those robberies,

and I did not kill that woman.

That's not who I am.

And this... this stealing,
that's not who you are.

How would you know who I am?

Look, I'm gonna figure this out.

Okay? I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it.

All right,
nobody believes you, Dad.

Why should I?

Don't move!

What did you do, Blake?

What did you do?

- The right thing.
- Show me your hands!

- Like you wanted.
- Do it now!

Get your hands up! Put 'em
up where I can see 'em!

Hey, if you don't
believe anything,

you believe this:

I love you.

What is it?

Nothing.

Just thought I saw something.

They're gonna arraign
Dale tomorrow.

For the prison break
and Tommy's murder.

He wants to plead guilty.

But he risked everything.
We can't let him.

I mean, we're not done.

He's done.

His own kid turned him in.

He's got nothing
left to fight for.

You tried.

We all did.

What was that about?

Dale's throwing in the towel.

And you?

Well, the clock's ticking,
but the buzzer hasn't sounded yet.

Good, 'cause I tracked down
the detective

who took the missing
witness statement.

The night of the murder,
a neighbor saw

a man leaving
Carol Walton's house.

Cops matched the
neighbor's description

to a colleague of Walton's.

Someone from the hospital?

Yeah, someone from the ER,

but the prosecutor
deemed it irrelevant

'cause they already had Dale
in custody.

Deemed it irrelevant,

and then made
the statement disappear.

Did the detective happen
to remember who it was?

No, just that he was
an ER surgeon...

Young, brash and a piece of work.

So, I looked up the
hospital records,

and there were only three
surgeons working the ER back then.

Two were in their 50s.

And one...

was this guy... Conner Geraghty.

Oh, we've already met.

I told you,
it's a waste of my time.

Give it to the new guy.

Yeah, Harry, what'd you find?

Dr. Conner Geraghty.

Guy's squeaky clean
until you dig deep enough.

Or you meet the guy.

Yeah, at the time
of Carol's murder,

he was the registered owner
of three LLCs...

Companies describing themselves
as community clinics.

Well, somehow I don't see him

as the "caring about
the community" kind.

Yeah, but what if
there was money in it?

Carol was looking into opioids
flooding the streets.

Ah, so those clinics were

pill mills.

Charging addicts for scripts.

Using multiple shell companies

so none of the pharmacies
would trip to it.

Nothing but a drug dealer
in a lab coat.

Yeah, and then after the murder,

suddenly he shuts 'em all down,
still has enough dough

to pay off
a quarter of a million dollars

in student loans,
all on a resident's salary?

Carol was gonna expose him.

He would lose his license,
face some jail time.

It all fits.

Except for Cooley.

I mean, I don't get it.

Why would she go out of her way
to protect him?

I think I just found out why.

Hey! What are you
doing in my office?

Hey!

Hey!

So, Geraghty and Cooley
knew each other.

He's friends with her son.

It looks like they graduated...

to murder.

- Yeah.
- Ugh.

So, an ambitious prosecutor
suppresses evidence

in a high-profile case

to help her best friend's son

slip a murder rap,

all the while
making her own career.

Now, if that ain't the American
dream, I don't know what is.

So she spun Dale
into the better story.

A working stiff terrorizing
a wealthy neighborhood.

Now they need to make sure
the story sticks.

Well, fantastic theory.

Uh, high fives all around.

But we can't prove any of it.

Which means we can't save Dale.

Well, I think we can.

With a little inside help.

You can't be serious.

Are you serious?

Do you know
what you're asking here?

I'd have to bring in the D.A.

So bring in the D.A.

Tell her what?

To trust the word of a vigilante?

She'd sooner have you arrested.

You seem like a man
who wants justice,

real justice.

It's why you didn't
go after me today.

Because you know Dale is innocent.

So what are you willing to risk
to make this right?

Tell me, Detective,
in your wildest dreams,

how did you expect
that this would go?

I know how it sounds.

Do you?

Because it sounds like

you want me to take down
a state judge on your say-so.

It could blow up in my face.

And even if it didn't,
it would look

like I was big-game hunting
to help my electoral chances.

I wasn't really thinking
about the election.

I was thinking
about an innocent man

that deserves to be free.

I was thinking
I want to sleep tonight.

And I won't be able to, knowing
I didn't do everything I could.

Will you?

You have no proof.

Which is why I need you.

You couldn't have known,

but you do now.

And it's our duty
to do something about it.

So what are you willing to risk,

Madam D.A.,
for what you believe in?

If I do this,
I'm going to need to know

where you're getting
your information.

I don't think I can do this.

Yes, you can.

Holding Dale's life
in my hands again,

after all these years?

Look.

I know the system let you down.

But this is your chance
to make it right.

Haven't worn this suit
in about five years.

How do I look?

Like one hell of a lawyer.

Dante.

- We good?
- Not sure.

Grafton said she was in.

But I've been calling all morning,

and I haven't heard back.

This doesn't work without her.

I did what I could,

but we may be on our own.

Well, if that's true,

I just sent Dale's lawyer
into a slaughter.

People v. Dale Aldridge.

I see counsel are here

and have entered it
into the record.

Dale Aldridge faces one count

of escape in the first degree,
one count of murder...

Uh, Your Honor?

I have a motion.

Mr. Palermo,
this is an arraignment.

I'll set a motions date.

I'm moving for your
immediate recusal, Your Honor.

On what grounds?

Bias.

You were the prosecutor

when my, um, client
was initially convicted.

Motion denied.

I also have...

I have information

that suggests

you failed to disclose

exculpatory evidence

to the defense

during the murder trial
of my client.

- Is this true?
- Denied.

Sit down, Mr. Palermo.

Which is a Brady violation.

Prima facie evidence

of prosecutorial misconduct.

I also have evidence that...

I'm not going to tell you again.

Well, then I'll tell you.

You must recuse yourself
because you are involved

in an ongoing criminal conspiracy.

You actively engaged in
a cover-up for the real killer

in the case against my client.

Bailiff!

Clear the courtroom, now.

Approach the bench, Mr. Palermo.

How dare you come
into my courtroom

and level such
outrageous accusations?

I'm citing you for contempt

and moving for your disbarment.

I think that would be unwise.

Detective Dante, you should stay.

D.A. Grafton?

What are you... Thanks to
Mr. Palermo's efforts,

new facts have come to light.

Like a witness statement
that you failed to disclose,

placing an acquaintance of yours,

Dr. Conner Geraghty,

at the victim's house
just prior to her murder.

There is no such statement.

That's because you destroyed it.

Along with a statement
from the victim's friend

that went to motive

and would've helped the defense.

You're citing documents
that don't exist.

The documents may no longer
exist, but the witnesses do.

Which is why, when you learned
that Aldridge had escaped

and was working with Tommy Venti
to find the real killer,

you dismissed charges

against a street thug
named Trent Sawyer

and sent him to kill
Tommy and the defendant.

No. No, I...

We just took Sawyer into custody.

It's why I was running late.

So what story

do you think he's gonna tell?

Now, the way I see it,
you have two options.

Face the media circus of a trial,

or flip on Geraghty

in exchange for a reduced sentence

and we do this quietly.

After all,

you have a family to protect.

I... I didn't know
Geraghty was involved.

Not at first.

When I put it together,
he threatened me.

Threatened you how?

One night at dinner with my son,

Geraghty heard me talking
about the string of burglaries.

How we couldn't find the guy.

He was fascinated.

Kept asking questions.

And you divulged privileged facts

only the real burglar would know.

Facts he used to stage
the crime scene.

He threatened to implicate me.

And when Aldridge escaped,

Geraghty called me again.

Sawyer was just supposed to...

talk to Venti.

I never imagined
he would kill him.

- I never wanted that.
- How could you?

This is my life.

No, you wanted

a prestigious career,
and you knowingly sacrificed

an innocent man for it.

Bailiff,

take the judge into custody.

My handwriting is fine.
Get some freaking glasses.

Dr. Geraghty?

You're under arrest
for the murders

of Carol Walton and Thomas Venti.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

Justice may be
delayed or deferred,

but we must never give up hope.

My client didn't.

And today, he walks free,

an innocent man,
having been given a full pardon.

All right, thank you, everybody.

Thank you very much.

Congratulations, Detective.

Had my doubts about you.

If I start pulling punches
because the target's too big,

I'm in the wrong line of work.

I still wonder, though,

how you managed to unravel

a decade-old conspiracy
single-handedly.

Like I said,

good old-fashioned police work.

And a good lawyer.

That must be it.

Blake?

I...

Why would he want to see me,
after what I did?

He broke out of prison for you.

He'll never stop believing in you.

Maybe it's time
you believe in him.

I called Angela.
I told her movie night is off.

I overstepped.

And I'm sorry.

You know, I just...
I miss us hanging out.

You know, you and Jazzy,
and all your crazy dance moves.

Hey, I miss her, too.

Not her now, but us then.

I think we just held onto our
friendship longer than we should have.

Well, you never know.

Hey, why don't we
do movie night tonight?

Yeah?

Just us.

Popcorn and M&M's?

Girl, you already know.

I'm in.

But I have an essay
to finish, so give me an hour?

Perfect.

'Cause I got one more errand
to run.

- I love you, baby.
- I love you.

Give me an A!

Trust me, I got it.

You're a good man,
Detective Dante.

Opinions vary.

Tell me, what's more fun?

Working with me
or chasing after me?

We're working together now?

Well, we did just set
an innocent man free.

Doesn't mean I approve
of your methods.

How many laws did you break

to get the information you needed?

About as many as y'all did
putting him away.

This equalizing you're doing...

if you don't stop,

I have to come after you.

I'd be disappointed if you didn't.

Night, Detective.

Catch you later.