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Previously on The Equalizer...

The CIA wants you back, Robyn.

I don't work for them anymore.

How many others are out there, desperate, with nowhere to turn

I'm the one you call when you can't call 911.

- What do you need? - I need those freaky-ass superpowers

of yours.

- My pleasure. - I set you two up

and it was love at first sight.

- Well, for him. - For her.

What kind of charity

needs a consult after 9:00 at night?

The international kind.

- I was trained by the best. - Damn right you were.

I trust him with my life.

I've seen her methods. She's a danger.

To herself and the people she thinks she's helping.

She needs to be stopped.

Collar like that

could make a person's career.

Do we understand each other?

Yes, ma'am.

So, there I am,

at this hole-in-the-wall bar,

singing at the top of my lungs.

Wait, they-they actually thought you were Billie Eilish?

You? It's Morocco. My hoodie was up.

She wears her clothes so big, nobody could tell the difference.

Yeah, you are a crazy person. You know that, right?

That is exactly what I love about you.

I love you, too, babe.

Ah. Great.

Are you speeding?

I don't think so.

I bet you were speeding.

Pretty sure it's fine.

Probably just a routine check.

- Okay. - Be right back.

Go! Get her!

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Okay! We see you.

♪ On a night like this... ♪

Ladies night. That's what I'm talking about.

Hey, Ma.

Hi, Ms. McCall. Thanks for letting me sleep over.

Oh, please. Nicki.

Glad to have you.

Ooh, Mom. Put this on.

♪ Heat up some coffee grounds... ♪

"M-S-L-H"?

McCall, Strength, Love and Honor.

Dee. I love that.

- Thank you, babe. - Yeah.

What you got going on, Auntie?

Oh, you gonna have to wait till dinner to find out.

- Oh, it's like that? - It's just like that.

Well, I think your roux is burning.

What?

Girl, get out of my food.

That's gonna be good.

_

This is McCall.

The police killed my boyfriend and they're chasing me.

He said to call this number if anything happened.

- Oh, God, they're gonna... - Who is this?

Where'd you get this number?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, guys, I got to leave

for a little bit.

What about dinner plans?

Work emergency.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Talk to me, Harry.

Call came from a prepaid phone.

I was able to trace the credit card they used

back to a Kevin Taylor.

An American in the State Department.

Caller said she was with her boyfriend.

Could be him.

I don't know him.

The only people who have this number

are my CIA inner circle.

That way if any of us got in a jam,

we could send up a flare.

It came in from a rural area outside of Les Mureaux, France.

- France? - Yeah. It's also where

Kevin Taylor rented a car two days ago.

Most European rentals have dashcams

for insurance purposes. Harry's been scrubbing

through the rental company's cloud account

to see what he could find.

You want us to call the local authorities in Les Mureaux?

No. She said her boyfriend

was murdered by the police, so they might be in on it.

- Did you call her back? - I tried, no answer.

I mean, she could be running, hiding or worse.

Play the message again?

The police killed my boyfriend and they're chasing me.

He said to call this number if anything happened.

Oh, God. They're gonna...

Who the hell is "he"?

I got it. Dashcam footage

from the rental car. Here.

Stop. Go back.

Freeze on the girl.

- Carla. - You know her?

No, but I watched her grow up

through photos her father showed me.

He was a CIA operative... My mentor, David Henson.

He saved my life.

He must've given her the number in case of emergency.

- Where is he now? - Killed, two weeks ago.

Ukraine terrorist bombing.

I got to figure out a way to help her.

Well, you have to call her back.

If she's hiding, a ring might expose her.

You could try texting. It would make less noise.

Okay. Can you route my satellite phone through your system?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, I got it.

Text her.

"Are you okay?"

At least we know she's alive.

Or the bad guys have her phone.

I need eyes in that area.

We need to see what we're dealing with.

Tried that, but it's a rural area, you know?

I mean, there's no traffic cams, there's no surveillance.

There's nothing.

You know, a military satellite would give us visuals.

Uh, okay, let's just put aside the fact that that's a major

breach in national security that could lead me

to being tortured in an undisclosed black site.

Even if none of that did happen, a hack

of this magnitude would take days, Robyn.

You're right.

I'll ask someone else to do it.

I know what you're doing.

And it's working.

Okay. There might be a way.

I can't guarantee it.

What you got going?

Apparently,

Carla was an up-and-coming conflict journalist.

She was in some real hot spots.

Yeah, it got me thinking,

maybe she's being chased because of something she covered?

Or maybe because of something her father did.

Hard to tell until we learn more.

But as far as Henson goes, I doubt it.

I mean, we took special care to make sure

our personal lives were firewalled.

Okay. Then maybe it's about the boyfriend.

Haven't found him on any social media.

I mean, he works for the State Department,

but we both know that could be code for CIA.

Hmm.

- Who you calling? - Bishop.

Maybe he can give us some insight on the boyfriend.

What's up, McCall?

Got a problem.

Odds against you?

Funny.

Remember David Henson?

Yeah.

KIA a few weeks ago. He was a good man.

Well, his daughter's in play.

What? Carla?

Last time I saw her, she was, like, five years old.

Well, now she's 25. Her boyfriend was executed

in front of her and now the killers

- are after her. - What do you need?

He had classified designation at the State Department

under Kevin Taylor.

The State Department or the "State Department"?

That's what I need you to find out.

Maybe it'll help put faces on the men chasing her.

All right. I'm gonna make a few calls.

You can't possibly expect... Okay, okay, fine.

You win. We good?

- What happened? - Freakin' Sergei, man.

Everything's on the barter system.

But we'll have a satellite soon.

What? How did you pull that off?

Well, I can't hack a satellite,

but Sergei's ex-Russian intelligence,

so he has multiple back doors into their system.

So there happens to be a Russian satellite

passing over France, and with Sergei's help...

What'd it cost you?

I have to send him my one-of-a-kind

Oishi-san selvedge denim

with the natural indigo warp and the kakishibu weft.

But Oishi-san gave you those personally. You love those.

I know, and the dude can't even wear them.

He's five-three, he's pushing 250.

He's just punishing me

because I blocked him from stealing Bitcoin.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Okay. Here it is.

Now remember, this is temporary.

As soon as the satellite moves, we lose the image.

Here's where the call originated.

Scanning the area now.

Over there.

It's got to be her. Tag her, Harry.

Those have got to be the guys chasing her.

- Guys, we have a major problem. - What?

Okay, look at this uniform spacing.

You see that? That's tactical movement.

This isn't just a few police officers on the take.

If they murdered her boyfriend...

This could be a kill squad.

If we don't act fast,

they'll kill Carla next.

We got to get her to cover.

Pull up a map of Les Mureaux and lay

the thermal imaging over it.

Okay.

It looks like acres of countryside,

but there's a cluster of buildings a half a klick west.

Yeah, it's a steel mill facility.

There. That sheet metal factory's a good place to hide.

It's got multiple levels, machinery for cover.

That is her best bet.

All right, there's no way around it. Call her.

Hello?

Carla, this is McCall.

I'm a friend of your father's.

People are chasing me. Why are they chasing me?

I need you to stay calm while we get you out of this.

- Why did they kill Kevin? - I don't know,

but what's important right now is getting you to safety.

There's a factory about a half a mile away from your location.

How do you know this?

Doesn't matter, we don't have time to explain.

I just keep you to keep moving and do exactly as I say.

Bloody face mask, a cornfield and a blade.

Oh, she's gonna die.

Oh, my God.

No. You have to try these.

Aunt Vi makes the best beignets on the planet.

Where's the lie?

Mmm. This is so good. Dinner, too.

I've never had escoveitch chicken before.

I can't believe Mom missed all this.

Yeah, me, neither.

Uh, thanks for the dessert.

You're welcome, baby.

At least somebody around here's got some manners.

Thanks, Aunt Vi.

I'm at the buildings.

There's gonna be an alley on your left. Duck into it.

Now, at the end of it, you're...

I see it. I see the factory.

Okay, good.

No, it's closed. There's no way in.

Harry, schematics.

There's an exhaust vent.

The south side of the building.

Look for a large fan with a louvered cover.

I see it.

You're gonna need to pull that off

and crawl through. Is there anything around you

you can use for leverage? A board?

A tree limb?

I see a rusty pole.

Wedge it through the louvers and pull as hard as you can.

Oh, come on, Carla, you can do this.

They're still on her without a line of sight.

They're tracking her phone.

I did it. I got the cover off.

Carla, wait. Hold your position.

She's got to ditch that phone.

No, no, no. Not necessarily.

The SIM card connects to the network.

Ditch the card, keep the phone.

Carla.

You need to remove the SIM card from your phone

before you go inside.

- But we'll lose contact. - No.

There's Wi-Fi at the building. I'll remove the security.

You can connect to the Wi-Fi once you get inside.

Remove the card, get to the boiler room

and call me back.

I understand. I'll do it.

- Robyn... - I see 'em.

Come on, Carla. Come on, Carla.

Damn it.

- What happened, Harry? - It's the satellite.

It's out of range. We're completely in the dark.

Are there cameras in that factory?

Yes, yes. Yes, yes. There was a security feed.

Hold on. Hold on.

Okay, okay.

There she is! She made it.

Good, she connected to the Wi-Fi.

Carla?

I made it. I'm inside.

Okay. Now you're gonna need to keep going.

Coming up on the boiler room now.

We see you. Stop, stop.

What do I do now?

Damn it, they're in the building.

Harry, we need a distraction.

I can trip the fire alarm at the building next door.

The sirens should get them out of there.

Fire department will be there in less than five.

That boiler room should have

overhead piping and exposed ductwork.

If she can reach that,

that'd be the last place they'd search.

Okay, Carla. Don't panic.

But one of those men are headed your way.

So, what you need to do is

stand on that heat exchanger behind you.

Pull yourself up into the ductwork.

All right, it's pretty high, but I'll try.

Okay.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Yes.

Nice.

Carla, you okay?

He's gone.

Not yet. He'll do another pass.

How do you know?

Because it's what I would do.

So when he does...

I want you to take a picture.

Look, I know you're scared, honey.

I can do it. I'll do it.

Okay, make sure your phone is on silent.

And if the opportunity is not there,

don't take the chance.

Attagirl. She got it.

- I want his name. - Yeah.

Running facial rec.

All right, Carla, he's gone. You can come down now.

The fire department bought us some time.

But once they realize

that there's no fire, they'll be back for her.

Bishop, what you got?

Boyfriend's clean.

He legit works for the State Department.

The men chasing her definitely aren't police.

Do you have a team in the area

that can get her out of the country?

Well, I'm gonna do what I can, but it's gonna take some time.

Time we don't have.

Wait a minute, I... I have an asset in the area.

If I can get to Carla,

can your people get her out of the country?

Now, if you can do that, I can make that promise.

I'll call you when I have more on Henson.

Thanks, Bishop.

You have an asset?

Yeah. Retired MI5.

I got her out of a jam in Afghanistan.

She lives in France. She may be able to help.

Damn it.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Did you get the photo?

Yeah. Great job.

- Great job. - Who was that?

We don't know yet.

Does any of this

have anything to do with my father and the CIA?

What do you know about your father

and the CIA?

I found out about a year ago, and...

it led to a big blowout.

All those excuses over the years of...

why he was never there. They were all just lies.

Your father did what he did because he loved you.

Yeah. He loved us so much,

he chose the CIA over his family.

It's like he was suddenly a stranger, you know.

Like my whole life had been a lie.

He sacrificed his life

for your safety and that of countless others.

He was a hero.

Carla? You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

We just never cleared the air.

I feel like I never even knew him,

and...

and now I'll never have the chance to know him.

I just wished I'd told him I loved him before he died.

You know, he may not have been there,

but you were always with him.

You're all he talked about.

Your broken arm.

Your-your track medals.

Your first photo award.

The way he smiled when he talked about you,

he knew how you felt.

In fact, on one mission,

I made the mistake of picking up an IED.

I mean, I was terrified.

Your-your father told me

one of your favorite jokes to calm me down.

Did you hear the one about paper?

It's tear-able.

Yeah. That was his go-to.

And he slowly took that IED out of my hand.

And let's just say he deescalated the situation.

Was one of my first lessons in staying calm under pressure.

That's who your dad was.

That's who you are.

It's why you're able to walk into war zones

and take the photos you do.

Robyn, I need to show you something.

Uh, Carla, I need to check something out.

I'm gonna pass you over to one of my best friends

in the whole world.

I trust her with my life.

Hey, Carla. We're gonna get you out of there.

- What you got, Harry? - That guy chasing Carla

wasn't in the normal databases,

so I checked the "special" ones.

Yossi Avraham.

Ex-Mossad assassin turned bounty hunter.

- Ex-Mossad? - Uh-huh.

Someone with his training

could've gunned her down easily

at that traffic stop.

So why didn't he?

They want Carla alive.

They're not trying to kill her. They're trying to capture her.

Why would they want to capture her?

Won't know until we find out who hired them.

What else do you know about this Yossi?

Well, not much, but I actually did find this.

He's got an associate.

Cillian Bruckner. Currently in Rikers.

Don't let the man bun fool you.

He's a killer.

He's got an extradition order

for a failed terror plot in London.

Huh.

Maybe he can tell me a little bit

about what his buddies are up to.

Who you calling?

Detective Dante.

After what happened on the serial killer case,

you sure he wants to hear from you?

- Detective Dante. - Don't hang up.

A girl's life is on the line,

and I could really use your help.

What do you need?

Um, info...

on a guy awaiting extradition at Rikers.

Cillian Bruckner.

- Anything in particular? - Yes.

Why his former assassin bestie Yossi Avraham is trying

to capture a journalist named Carla Henson.

I'll pay him a visit first thing in the morning.

The morning?

It's a process to interview him, and it's late.

Best I can do.

Thank you.

Carla's calm now.

I have her hiding and conserving battery power.

It's my contact.

- Allison. - Robyn McCall.

Sorry I missed your call.

I'm sure it can't be anything good at this hour.

You're right. Are you still in La Valle?

I need a solid.

Yep. Name it.

An ex-Mossad bounty hunter and his team

are trying to get to a civilian named Carla Henson.

I need you to get to her before they do.

Mossad? What the hell did she do?

It doesn't matter. She's at a factory in Les Mureaux.

The coordinates are 48-59-15 north,

and 1-55-02 west.

There's a fire road to the west.

No good. That bridge is a choke point.

If you can get her to the other side of it,

I can pick her up and get her clear.

I'm 40 minutes out.

I appreciate you.

Thank you for the action.

And Afghanistan.

You risked your life to come back for me.

I'll never forget that.

I know what it's like to be left behind.

Thanks, Allison.

All right, that's 40.

Allison should be in position.

Call her. Here we go.

Carla, we have to move you or those men will find you.

What do you need me to do?

Listen closely, because our satellite is out of range,

so we won't be able to track you.

Okay. When you exit the building,

there'll be a bridge. Run as fast as you can.

On the other side of the bridge,

a woman named Allison Findlay will pick you up.

Got it.

What about the men with guns?

They won't shoot at you.

They killed Kevin. Why won't they shoot me?

You have something they want.

It's you they're after.

What? What do they want from me?

We don't know yet,

but it doesn't matter because you will make it.

You got this.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Okay.

Okay, I'm going.

All right.

Okay, I'm about to leave the building.

She's out of Wi-Fi range.

We lost communication.

As long as she keeps moving.

Henson once said,

"We would lose our self

to darkness if we denied ourselves joy."

Carla was his joy.

Just like Dee is mine.

He gave her that number

so that I could protect her if he couldn't.

Please don't tell me I let him down.

Hello, Allison?

I got her. I got Carla.

- And we're clear of the site. - Put her on.

- Hello? - Hey, I-I knew you could do it.

I can't stop shaking.

Well, listen, don't worry,

'cause Allison will keep you safe

until we figure out a way to get you home.

McCall? Thank you.

I'll see you soon, kid.

Oh, my God.

Let's not pat ourselves on the back too soon, right?

It's only a matter of time

before that team tracks her down.

Hey, we got the girl.

How's your extraction team coming?

All set. Listen, I did some digging on Carla's father.

I think I know why that bounty hunter was after her.

On Henson's last mission,

he was transporting an encrypted drive.

Encrypted drive? What was on it?

NOC list. Dozens of CIA assets all throughout Europe.

Now, if those identities got into the wrong hands...

That could put a lot of our people in danger.

Well, I think the CIA assumed the drive was destroyed

when Henson died.

But I think we can assume that Yossi got it first.

So they're after Carla because they think

she knows the password.

The question is, is why would ex-Mossad assassins

think that Carla had a password

to a drive she shouldn't know existed?

I don't know, but the moment they feel she can't help them...

They'll kill her.

♪ La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la, hey... ♪

Ah, snap. Looks like your mom didn't come home last night.

Classic booty-call protocol.

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

But it would explain

why she comes and goes the way she does.

What does your mom do again?

She works for a charity.

Yeah, but what does she do?

I don't know, charity stuff?

What kind of charity?

You know, like, poor people overseas.

Uh-huh.

That couldn't be any more vague.

Are you saying my mom's hiding something?

I'm just saying you don't know what your mom does.

Come on, I'll prove it to you.

Where we going?

To my mom's room. There has to be

some kind of proof she actually works for a charity.

♪ Won't stop for nothin', I already know. ♪

If Bishop's intel is right,

Yossi and his men are not gonna stop.

Allison's not answering her phone.

It's not the first time.

No, no. Something's wrong.

They should've connected

with Bishop's extraction team by now.

Dante, tell me you got something.

That Bruckner guy's a piece of work.

I asked him who his buddy Yossi's working for.

- What'd he say? - He looked me in the eyes

and he said, "The Devil himself."

I'd be lying if I said it didn't send a chill up my spine.

Then he proceeded to say he knew a cop wasn't asking.

And he had a message for whoever was.

What was it?

That you should be very, very afraid.

Does the name "Mason Quinn" mean anything to you?

Hello?

Let me call you back.

You okay?

I know why we can't reach Allison and Carla.

Mason Quinn has them.

Who's Mason Quinn?

A brilliant military strategist

who doubles as a merc.

- And a murderer. - Why does this feel personal?

Because he nearly killed me.

My first encounter with Mason Quinn,

he blew up an embassy, murdering 20 people

just so he could assassinate one high-level diplomat.

I had to explain to a little girl

why her mommy wasn't coming home anymore.

- Damn. - And I finally caught him.

I wanted to kill him right then and there.

But I was promised that he would spend

the rest of his miserable life locked up.

Who promised you that?

- How could you lie to me? - It wasn't my call.

The CIA traded Quinn for another asset in a backroom deal.

This was... business.

You don't get to play that card when you knew I should've known.

- I was trying to protect you. - Sounds like you

and the Company were protecting Quinn.

Well, when it comes to Quinn, you're just

a little bit obsessed, aren't you?

- You're irrational. - He kills families. Children.

The Madrid bombings, Indonesia.

It's all about strategy to him. He will not stop.

Talk to me.

Bad news... Quinn didn't take Allison Findlay out.

- He bought her out. - What are you talking about?

I hacked Allison's cloud account,

hoping to track her location,

and found a deleted message from Quinn.

They set a meet for tomorrow at a warehouse,

at the Old Port of Marseille.

The girl in exchange for 5 million euros.

When?

11 hours.

I need a plane.

So are you going there to save Carla?

Or are you going there to take down Quinn?

All I know is that when I get to the tarmac,

there'd better be a plane there.

Geez! How many bags does your mom have?

I don't know, but...

I'm sure she won't miss this one.

Hold up, when you enter a country,

they're supposed to stamp your passport, right?

So I've heard. Why?

Okay, so if my mom travels so much, why is this blank?

Maybe she's sneaking in, like an international arms dealer.

Or an assassin.

You clearly don't know my mom.

Sounds like that makes two of us.

Okay, so what, my mom's living some sort of double life?

Tell you one thing... If she is,

we won't find the evidence out here in the open.

Hey, underneath the floor would be perfect

for a secret hiding spot.

I bet your mom's a spy or maybe vice?

What?

Okay, let me check.

Why isn't it working?

It's not on.

What in the hell are you two doing?

Um, we-we were just...

We were just trying to figure out what Mom's deal is.

Her deal? By destroying her floor?

Okay, come on, Aunt Vi.

She's here, she's gone,

she's out at all hours of the night.

Don't you ever wonder what she's up to?

We found a passport with no stamps.

Um... here.

Oh.

Well, why didn't you say so?

What's under the floor?

It's the secret compartment full of what?

A stack of cash?

Stolen jewels?

An arsenal of weapons?

Give me that.

The movies you two have been watching are

filling your brains with crazy.

And you.

Your mom's out all hours because

she's a workaholic with a big heart.

And her passport is empty because she lost her old one

and just got it replaced.

Ugh. Go. Go, go, go.

Insta-tik-book yourselves eating cinnamon or whatever it is

- you do on there. Go, go, go, go, go. - Okay.

The subscriber you are trying

to reach is temporarily unavailable.

I just landed. What's the update?

There's a surveillance blackout

at the Old Port of Marseille.

That's a good sign that's where they are.

Did you rendezvous with the extraction team?

I'm meeting with them now. I'm going radio silent.

I'll call you as soon as I can.

Hey, Rob, just be careful.

Yeah. Code word?

- Arachnoid. - Mahogany. We all set up?

Ma'am, we have the location

and tac gear for you in the vehicle.

Okay, we have less than an hour

to get to the meet. Can we make it?

Yes, ma'am. We'll get you there.

Let's go! Move it. On the clock. Let's move.

Allison.

Of course Quinn betrayed you.

Still warm.

This just happened.

They may still be here.

Fan out.

Give me a reason! Put it down.

Maintain your position!

David? You're alive?

Untie him!

McCall, what the hell are you doing here?

- Not so fast! - Carla!

- Daddy? - You son of a bitch! Let her go!

After you give me the code!

Gun down. Slide it over. Now.

One less man to pay.

I know you.

You're a CIA legend.

You took out many of my brethren.

I'm sure they all had it coming.

Hmm. You're in luck.

Looks like you're wanted alive.

Look what you've done,

Please, let her go. She has nothing to do with this.

Wrong! She has everything to do with this.

I'm gonna ask you, for the passcode one more time.

Refuse again,

and I'll put a bullet in your daughter's head.

- Time's up! - Okay, okay.

The code is...

M-Q...

8-Q...

Carla, no!

Are you okay?

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

I'm okay, I'm okay.

No, Dad! No!

Dad?

Dad! Dad!

I'm sorry for keeping the truth from you

for so long, baby.

I only wanted to protect you.

None of that matters now.

It doesn't matter.

The only thing that's ever mattered to me...

is that you know how much...

- I love you. - I know.

I love you, too.

Quinn.

Good to know you're still in play.

Yeah, you, too.

Because I'm gonna catch you again,

and this time I'm gonna kill you.

Ma'am? Area secured.

Ma'am?

Medic says you're gonna be okay.

You're finally safe.

So what now?

Well, the encrypted drive is secure,

but the CIA's still gonna need to debrief you.

Do you know if, um...

Kevin's family's been notified?

I made sure of it.

Thank you...

For giving my father back even for a moment.

As long as I'm here...

you're never alone.

You hear me?

If you ever need me,

you have my number.

If you need me...

I'm there.

Take care of that arm.

This way, ma'am.

Got it. Okay, got it. Bye.

Carla's safe.

Yeah.

- Babe! - Aha, we did it.

Nobody ever knocks anymore.

You should've told me Quinn was still out there.

They tortured Henson

for days.

Yeah. Well, that's the ugly side of our business.

Nothing you could have done.

Bull.

If I would have known Quinn was free...

You would've gotten yourself killed.

You can't save everyone, Robyn.

I left the CIA because they kept things from me.

Made choices for me I wouldn't have made for myself.

You know the only difference between you and the Company?

Neither do I.

Detective Dante.

Oh, hey.

I was gonna leave a message.

I didn't think you'd be up.

Yeah, well, I haven't been sleeping

all that great lately.

Figured I may as well get some work done.

Well, I, um...

I just wanted you to know the girl is safe.

Thank you for your help.

Listen, given what happened...

You don't need to thank me.

We're square now.

And the next time I see you, I'm taking you down.

Aunt Vi, what you doing up?

The girls went looking in your room.

They could have found something.

What you talking about,

- found...? - Stop.

I know.

I've known for a long time what you do.

Not... specifically,

but...

I've got a pretty good idea who you work for.

It's not a charity.

Tell me the truth.

Please.

I...

I can't continue to cover for you

if I don't know what I'm covering for.

Fine, don't tell me.

But I'm done.

I will not continue

to be disrespected like this.

It is not like that, Aunt Vi.

Okay, you're right.

I worked for the CIA.

But I don't anymore.

Enough with the lies.

It's not a lie.

It's the truth.

I quit.

But I am still helping people.

I-I-I don't understand how...

If you don't work for the CIA, then who do you work for?

And how are you helping people?

I can show you better than I can tell you.

"Got a problem? Odds against you?

I can help."

Robyn, wh-what is this?

This is what I do now.

Oh, my God. All these people.

Have no one else to turn to.

But me.

Aunt Vi, outside

of you and Delilah, the best part of my day

is scrolling through this list and finding some unlucky soul

that needs my help.

The worst part of my day

is knowing I can't help them all.

Robyn...

this sounds dangerous.

It's one thing with you working overseas for the CIA,

but you're home now, uh...

- What if... - I would never

let anything happen to this family.

But why does it have to be you?

Because I can.

Lord, you always were a troublemaker.

Whatever you need, I'm here.

But, Robyn, be careful.

Delilah's smart.

If she figures this out...

it may not end well.

And at some point,

she's gonna need to know...

who her mother really is.