All language subtitles for The Equalizer 2021.S01E08. Lifeline

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?

ROBYN:
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.

VI:
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.

ROBYN:
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.

GRAFTON:
Collar like that

could make a person's career.

Do we understand
each other?

Yes, ma'am.

CARLA:
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.

[siren wailing]

Ah. Great.

Are you speeding?

I don't think so.

[siren stops]

[knocking on window]

[man speaking French]

I bet you were speeding.

Pretty sure it's fine.

Probably just a routine check.

-Okay.
-Be right back.

[gunshots]

[screams, gasps]

Go! Get her!

♪

["On a Night Like This"
by Buckwheat Zydeco playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Okay! We see you.
[laughs]

♪ On a night like this...

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

[laughter]
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.

[laughter]

That's gonna be good.[phone vibrates]

[phone vibrating]

This is McCall.

CARLA [panting]:
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?

[Carla screams]

Hello?

[laughter]

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.

MEL: 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.

[Harry typing]

Play the message again?

CARLA:
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"?

HARRY: 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 terroristbombing.

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.

[device beeps]

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.

ROBYN:
She was in some real hot spots.

MEL:
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.

[phone vibrating]

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?[sighs]

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.

HARRY:
Those have got to be
the guys chasing her.

-Guys, we have a major problem.
-HARRY: 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.

HARRY:
Okay.

It looks like acres
of countryside,

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

HARRY: 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.

[dialing]

[line ringing]

CARLA:
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.

[screams]

[shouts]

[woman screams on TV]

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.

[laughs]

CARLA:
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.

[clattering]

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

ROBYN:
Harry, schematics.

There's an exhaust vent.

The south side
of the building.

Look for a large fan
with a louvered cover.

CARLA:
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.

[clattering]

[Carla grunting]

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.

ROBYN:
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.

[clattering]

[Carla grunting]

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.[phone ringing]

ROBYN:
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.

[panting]

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.

[grunting]

Come on, come on.

[grunts]

-ROBYN:
-Come on.

Yes.

[sighs]
Nice.

[exhales]

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.

[sirens wailing]

[exhales]

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.

[sighs]

[phone vibrates]

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.

[line ringing]

[automated voice
speaking French]

[quietly]:
Damn it.

[panting]

-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.

[chuckles]:
Your-your father told me

one of your favorite jokes
to calm me down.

Did you hear the one
about paper?

[mouths]
It's tear-able.

[chuckling]

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?

[phone vibrating]

-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.

[phone vibrates]

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.

ROBYN:
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.

[line ringing]

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

What do you need me to do?

ROBYN:
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.

[sighs]

You got this.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

[panting]

[sighs] Okay.

Okay, I'm going.

All right.

Okay, I'm about to leave
the building.

[line beeps]
She's out of Wi-Fi range.

We lost communication.

As long as she keeps moving.

[line ringing]

[automated voice
speaking French]

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.

[phone vibrating]

Hello, Allison?

ALLISON:
I got her. I got Carla.

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

-CARLA: 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.

[phone vibrating]

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.

["Rebel Chick"
by Olly Anna playing]

♪ 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.

[laughs]
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. ♪

ROBYN:
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.

[phone vibrating]

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.

ROBYN:
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.

[phone vibrating]

Talk to me.

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

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

HARRY: 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.

[laughs]

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

What?[laughs]

Okay, let me check.

[grunts]
Why isn't it working?

-It's not on.
-What in the hell

are you two doing?

Um, we-we were just...

[sighs]
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?

[gasps harshly]

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. [laughs]

[sighs heavily]

[line ringing]

AUTOMATED VOICE:
The subscriber you are trying

to reach is temporarily
unavailable.

I just landed.
What's the update?

HARRY:
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.

[quietly]:
Still warm.

This just happened.

They may still be here.

Fan out.

[man grunting]

[grunting continues]

[grunting]

[distant gunfire]

Give me a reason!

Put it down.[distant gunfire]

MAN [in distance]:
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!

[whimpers]

Gun down. Slide it over. Now.

[gun clicks]

[groans][gasps]

One less man to pay.

[distant gunfire continues][scoffs]

[men shouting in distance]

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.

[zapping]

-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.

[distant gunfire]
Refuse again,

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

-Time's up!
-Okay, okay.

DAVID:
The code is...

M-Q...

8-Q...

Carla, no![gunshot]

["Afro Trap, Pt. 7" by MHD
playing, lyrics in French]

[grunting]

♪

[grunting]

[gunshot]

[panting]

Are you okay?

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

[crying]:
I'm okay, I'm okay.

[gunshot]

[Carla screaming]

No, Dad! No!

CARLA:
Dad?

Dad! Dad!

[gasping]

[men shouting in distance]

I'm sorry for
keeping the truth from you

for so long, baby.

I only wanted to protect you.

None of that matters now.

[quietly]:
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.

[crying]

♪

Quinn.

[distorted]: 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.

[drops comm]

[crying]

[echoing]:
Ma'am? Area secured.

Ma'am?

ROBYN:
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...

[sniffles]

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.
[laughs]

-Babe!
-Aha, we did it.

[laughing]

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.

♪

[phone vibrates]

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.

[sighs]
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.

[exhales]

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.

♪ Yeah, yeah, mm

♪ Mm, mm, mm, mm

♪ I'm lost

♪ Is it really even my fault?

♪ I don't think that
it's supposed to be hard ♪

♪ If you walked a mile
using my feet ♪

♪ You would go
a little easy on me ♪

♪ You know
where I'm coming from, yeah ♪

♪ How come

♪ When I'm looking at everyone

♪ They get away
with having their fun ♪

♪ I'm paying these dues [beeps]

♪ When they don't mean nothing

♪ Sweet, sweet fate

♪ I had about all I can take

♪ Am I living
in the bed that I made? ♪

♪ Is it yours, I wonder

♪ Sweet, sweet fate

♪ Sweet, sweet fate♪ Oh, if it's really

♪ Out of my hands ♪ If it's really
out of my hands♪

♪ Can you forgive
all of my sins? ♪

♪ Can you forgive all
of my sins?♪ Have mercy on

♪ Me.

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