All language subtitles for The Equalizer s02e06 Shooter.eng

Previously on The Equalizer... ROBYN: I'm the one you call

when you can't call 911.

DANTE:
There's something I need...

equalized.

ROBYN:
This is Melody,

one of my oldest friends.

You had me at "risky."
What's the plan?

ROBYN:
How's it going, Harry? Enjoying being dead?

HARRY:
Five years of being

stuck underground--
it's getting a little old.

[alarm beeping]

I'm asking, Rob,

help me live again.

This isn't right. I'm a cop.

You'll have your moment.

But right now, it's my turn.

So you're the vigilante
everybody's been talking about.

I think your mission
just came to a close.

[grunts, groans]

Not saying I approve

of your methods...

but I'm gonna look past it.

For now.

Happy to help.

Heard about Delilah.

What happened
to her friend--

that's a terrible thing.[shutter clicks]

The last thing...
[sniffles]

Jason did
before he was shot was...

...turn to me...

...and smile.

[chuckles][chuckles]: Come on.

Stop. Be serious.

Oh, oh...

Okay. First year is paper.

50-yard line? No way!

Oh, my God.

I love you.

Happy anniversary, my love.

Okay, okay, if
we're doing this now,

I got a little
something for you.

Here you go.

[yelps]

[gasping] Oh, God...

Ella? Ella?!

[people screaming]

Somebody help!

Somebody!

♪

No. You're buying me coffee?

That's a first.

What's this
gonna cost me?

I was just being friendly,
is all.

Ha.

How was the mission?

I told you, I was on vacation.

Right.

And those Syrian schoolkids
just freed themselves.

[exhales]

Well, now that you've bribed me,

you mind telling me
what I'm doing here?

Problem I'm working.

Have you ever had an asset
who had to disappear?

I'm talking

into the weeds.

No road home.

A few.

Ever try to
bring one back?

Once.

Any luck?

Well, just how deep
in the cold are they?

The Arctic.

I've been looking
for a path, but...

Yeah.

Well, from what I've learned,

sometimes there
just isn't a way back home.

Enjoy your coffee.

♪

NEWSCASTER: And another
shooting claims a third life.

So far, police have been
unable to find a connection

- between any of the victims.
- Look, I always think of myself as being open-minded,

but, baby girl,
that is just plain dumb.

Mom?

Uh-uh. Me first.

What's going on?

There's been another shooting.

Third one in three days.

Now everyone
in the city is scared,

except for this one,
who thinks it's a good idea

to go hang out
with her friends.

Friend.

One friend.
I just need to go

to Tiffany's house to
finish a physics project.

With a sniper on the loose

randomly killing people.

May I talk now?

- You may.
- Okay, thank you.

All I need to do
is go to Tiffany's house

for a few hours.

- To do homework?
- Yes.

And just chill.
It's a joint project,

and all of our notes
are at her house.

I mean, come on,
there are 8.8 million people

in this city
and only one sniper.

The chances are pretty low,
if you ask me.

Okay, you can
go to Tiffany's house.

- Yes!
- But only if Aunt Vi

or myself drive you there
and back.

And under no circumstances
are you to leave her house.

Understand?

Yes. Thank you.

[chuckles]

Oh, you're just gonna sit there
in silence and judge me?

Oh, I'm not gonna be silent.

I'm gonna shout it
from the highest mountaintop.

Are you crazy?

Aunt Vi, you think I don't want
to lock her down, too?

But after everything
she's been through.

Come on, at some point,
we just have to let her live.

Otherwise, we're gonna be
feeding the fear she's battling.

[phone vibrates]

You're gonna have to drive.

Robyn.

Just be careful. Please.

Secret meeting
in a garage?

I thought we were
past all this.

It was necessary.

Try to keep an open mind.

[engine stops]

[soft chuckle]

Madam D.A.

I wasn't expecting
to see you so soon.

That makes two of us.

I don't take meeting
with you lightly.

But the sniper took
another victim today.

- So I heard.
- What you didn't hear

is that,
after the first shooting,

a demand came in.

He wants $30 million

or-- and I quote--

"New York
will be raining bodies."

Which leaves you,
the mayor and the city

in a no-win situation.

You don't pay, the killings
continue. You pay and...

It's open season for anyone
with a gun looking for a payday.

Which is why I came to you.

The only way out

is to find the sniper
and take him down.

Which is something the NYPD,
despite all efforts,

haven't been able to do yet.

Any leads?

Nothing solid.

Victims seem random.

We haven't even been able
to firmly identify

where he's shooting from.

I wouldn't be here
if there were any other option.

ROBYN:
If I would've known

I was meeting
with the D.A.,

I would've wore
my good shoes.

I was worried if I told you,
you wouldn't have come.

It's my city, too.

I need everything you have--

witness statements,
police reports,

- ballistics.
- Aren't you already in our system?

I need what's
not in your system.

With real-timeupdates.

We're definitely on the clock.

[playing guitar softly]
Damn it.

What's wrong?

We're down to one bartender.
Nobody wants to come in,

'cause of the shootings.

Looks like I'm gonna
have to cover the late shift.

[exhales] Well, nobody
wants to leave their home.

Can't say I blame 'em.

I'm glad you don't
have to go outside.

[phone rings]

Hey.

Did you talk to Bishop?

Can he pull any strings?

Can he resurrect me?

It's a work in progress.

It may take some time.

But, listen,
- we have a new client. - Who?

[sighs]
The City of New York.

Grafton came to me personally.

Needs our help

- finding a sniper.
- Wait, seriously?

One second you're behind
bars, the next second

she's your client?
That's not weird.

It gets even weirder. We have
the full cooperation of NYPD.

Expect a data dump soon.

Cops think the killings
are random, but...

All right, you
want me to dig deep,

look for potential patterns.

Yeah. And, Mel,

I'm gonna need
your shooter's eye.

Takes a thief to catch a thief.

Can you meet me where
the last victim was killed?

Yeah.
I'm on my way.

Projectile hit the seated vic,

then struck the concrete.

Given the angle,

NYPD thinks
the shot came from over...

there. Tenth floor.

They combed the place,

but they didn't
find a nest.

What time was
the shooting? Exactly.

8:37 a.m.

What you thinking?

Thinking the shot could've come
from any one of those buildings.

But given the position

of the sun,
you'd have reflective flares.

Plus, there's
way too much open space

to dampen the noise.

Someone would've clocked
the location of a shot

that close.

All right. Me?

I'd give it more space.

Anything over 500 yards,
you'd have variables,

like gravity, the
Coriolis effect. But...

for a cleaner
escape route,

there's a tactically better,
albeit

far more difficult, shot.

Where?

NYPD thinks it's over there.

It's actually way over there.

'Cause it's not just
about taking a shot.

It's about being able
to get in and get out

without being detected.

From that distance,

he could see people coming
and be gone before they arrived.

Rob, a person capable
of making that shot

is no ordinary sniper.

I mean, we are
talking someone

with a truly elite skill set.

Someone trained to kill
and disappear.

Unless we
find them...

A lot more people are gonna die.

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

Great.

They found the sniper's nest,

right where you said
it would be.

[exhales]

HARRY:
That's why the cops

couldn't find the other two.

They didn't realize
how good this guy was.

Applying the same logic to
the previous two shootings,

I'd place the perches...

here.

And...

here.

Harry, did you find any
connections between the victims?

No. I combed through
all their histories.

There's no intersections.

Well, if the vics
aren't related,

maybe these buildings are.

You find anything else
at the perch?

Some pencil markings
on the wall.

Shooter's last-minute
- calculations, maybe? - Let me see.

Thanks. Uh...

- Oh, God.
- What?

These formulas--
every sniper uses them, but...

I only know one person
who teaches this variation.

Oh, wait, not...

- Yeah.
- The guy who...

Yeah.

W... No, hold up.

You're not gonna go see
this guy.

What choice do I have?

It's like purposely
- stepping on a land mine. - Yeah.

But if he's the person
who trained the shooter,

I don't have a choice.

♪

Come on.
Crisp up on that target.

Now cant your scope
to the reticle

and work up and down
from the tallest position.

[gunshot]

There you go.

Center mass.

Airman Bayani.

You know, think you might have
made a wrong turn,

'cause this-this range
is for shooters

who know how
to pull the trigger.

Well, I guess some things
never change.

Look, as much
as it pains me, Erickson,

I'm here because
I need your help.

Well, I can't help the helpless.

I'm working for the NYPD.

On the sniper case.

[laughs]

And-and they asked you?

[gunshot]

Well, uh, I guess we can
rule you out as the shooter.

You're not getting away
from anyone with that limp.

Yeah, well.
Badge of honor, Bayani.

You wouldn't understand.[gunshot]

You know, in the, uh,

in the spirit of trying to keep
this little tête-à-tête

as short as possible,
what exactly can I do

to get you sorted out?

Whoever is pulling
the trigger...

[gunshot]

...they were trained by you.

Well, that explains
why they're so accurate.

Ah. You know, I've trained
snipers for 30 years

in every branch of the military.

Turned out hundreds
of elite combat sharpshooters

and some not so much.

In order to hit those shots,

they'd have to be
at the top of their game.

- Mm-hmm.
- That means logging hours.

And you have the only
long-distance range in New York.

No one is thinking
that you're involved,

I just need you to email me
a list of every ex-student

who's been through here
in the past year.

That almost sounds
like an order, Airman.

- You know what?
- What?

Your chevrons are hanging in
a moth-filled closet somewhere,

and I left this little
power dynamic years ago.

So you can either
give me what I need

or I can get a bunch of cops
to start digging around here.

Off the top of your head,
how many illegal firearms

do you think they'd find?

I need that list
in 30 minutes.

You could have been
something else, Bayani.

You had the skills, just...

just not the guts.

[gunshot]

How'd it go?

As delightful
as expected.

But Erickson just
emailed me the list.

How about you two?
Any luck?

Oh, yeah. Harry?

So, we, uh,
went with your hypothesis

about the two potential
perch locations.

And it took a while, but
we found one common denominator.

All three buildings
were serviced by the same

commercial janitorial company,

Clear Green Cleaning.

Well, that explains
the sniper's access.

That's what we thought,
so I hacked the mainframe,

and, uh, managed to get this
list of all their employees.

Just forwarded you
Erickson's list of ex-students.

It's cross-referencing.

Got a hit.

ROBYN:
Silas Furlong.

Oh, wow.

Former Air Force sniper.

You know him?

No. How many tours?

Five. Two in Iraq,
three in Afghanistan.

Man, all in 15 years.

He just left three years ago.

How was he discharged?

Honorable, but ODPMC.

- Mental issues?
- HARRY: Yeah.

Looks like they
showed him the door

after a few questionable kills.

Yeah, I know a lot of vets

who cycled out like that.

Had a hard time
adjusting.

How's it been
since he's been home?

Not great.

That's a long fall,
from sniper to a janitor.

Looks like things fell apart
quickly after the discharge.

His wife divorced him
within the year

and then she filed a restraining
order filed against him,

which he violated and for which
he was arrested twice.

She got full custody of the kid
with no visitation.

So he comes home,
loses it.

Can't do what he's good at,
so, doesn't fit in.

Family life starts breaking down
and out comes his rage.

And he starts expressing it
the only way he knows how.

Right, but what's-what's
with the ransom?

I mean, he's trying
to punish the city?

He's lashing out
at the people in charge?

I don't know.

But divorce...

Means a sad
dad apartment.

Yeah, he rented this one
six months ago.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

What about him?

No, I heard all he's about
is Call of Duty.

I could deal with that.

[groans][echoing laughter]

You're a little cray today.

Your Mom's never gonna know
we went out.

No, it's not that.

I mean, don't you feel
a little weird being out here

with a sniper running around?

Please. My mom says
you have a better chance

of being hit by lightning.

Yeah, you don't know that.

[loud thud][gasps]

[panting]

Oh, my God.

Hey. You all right?

Uh, yeah.

[dog barking] [gunfire]

[people screaming]

DELILAH:
Jason!

No!

TIFFANY [muffled]:
Dee, are you okay?

[Delilah crying]

DELILAH:
Oh, God. Oh, God...

Clear.

This look like a single guy's
place to you?

Looks like someone
recreating what they lost.

Yeah.

I see his personal effects,
but where's his gear?

Where's
everything else?

Maybe he has a storage shed.

[soft rattle]

Got it.

[exhales]

"Shooter terrorizes city."

Looks like
we're at the right place.

It's his D.O.P.E. book.

All the data on his
previous engagements.

He logged
a bunch of hours.

Meticulous, too.

It's him.

Logs on the last three
shootings.

And he's researching
a place on the East Side.

I know that intersection.

That's the falafel place
everybody goes to.

[line ringing]

Dante, we found him, and
we found his next target area.

I'm gonna send you the address.

You need to get some units
down there now.

Rob, these calculations.

Given the wind conditions
and the position of the sun,

if he's looking
for the perfect time to shoot,

it's in the next 15 minutes.

Clear the area!

Clear!

Take cover!

- MEL: Clear!
- Get down! Get down!

[gunshot][grunts]

[people screaming]

ROBYN:
Get to cover! Get to cover now!

Grab her legs.

It's okay.

I know where he is.

Go!

Hold on.
Just breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. Hang on.
Hang on, hold on.

[siren wailing in distance][indistinct chatter]

Excu... Move.

[grunts]

Move, move, move!

Move, move, move, move!

[buzzes]

[grunting]

If it wasn't for you,
she'd be dead.

Yeah, well,
we didn't get Furlong.

Still a win.

We know who he is
now. We'll find him.

Well, given his mindset,

I would get the wife and kid
into protective custody.

Already have units on the way.

Madam D.A.

I hear you found the shooter.

The mayor's very relieved.

Well, don't breathe yet.
Job's not done.

Furlong knows you're coming,

which means any guardrails
he had left are gone.

You don't think he'll run?

I mean, if I were him, I'd...

You'd what?

I'm sorry.
Excuse me for a second.

Dee, you good?

- Ms. McCall, it's Tiffany.
- What's wrong?

There's something
the matter with Dee.

We're at the park
across from my house.

You need to come now.

I got to go.

What do you think
- that's all about? - I'm not sure.

Well, find out. I want to know
what she thinks he'll do.

In the meantime,
release his photo to the press.

I want everyone in the city
looking for him.

Is she all right?

[whispers]:
No.

But she's calm for now.

I've never seen her like that.

The shaking,
the look in her eyes.

What happened?

A post-traumatic
stress reaction.

A bad one.

Jason.

The shooting.

This whole sniper thing
must have triggered her.

Or maybe I missed the signs.

I should've known this
would be possible,

I should've gotten ahead of it.

Honey, stop beating yourself up.
We see it now.

How do we help her?

What do we do?

She's gonna need
professional help.

Or this could get worse.

Okay.

Then we get her the help
she needs, Mama.

Thanks. Yeah, we will.

How's Dee?

She sounds pretty shaken.

So is Robyn.

I told her we'd check in
on them,

but the best thing
we can do for her

right now is find this guy.

Any news?

NYPD's got nothing.

What about you?

I mean, what would you do next?

Anybody can get inside
this guy's head, it's you.

[scoffs]
I don't want to.

I've known snipers like him.

In the field,

they try to take away
all ambiguity.

The tell you, "Shoot them
or they'll shoot you."

You're told they're targets,
not people.

You do that long enough,
you either compartmentalize

and hang on
to your humanity, or...

...switch off a part of
your brain and lose your soul.

Furlong is the latter.

I could see it in his eyes.

What? H-He saw you?

Just for a second.

[scoffs quietly]

You know what? It was weird,
'cause we have never met,

but there was recognition
on his face.

Well, I mean,
do you think he knows you?

We both trained
under the same guy.

- Oh, boy.
- And I was a rarity behind the scope.

Women still are.

It gave us a certain notoriety.

Okay. Someone else
is closing down the bar tonight.

- Harry.
- What?

The-the guy is a killer.

I mean, do you think
I'm overreacting?

No.

No, it's okay.

I love that you
worry about me.

Okay?

Don't ever stop.

I won't.

WOMAN:
You've reached the NYPD tip line.

If you're calling about
an incident in progress,

please dial 911.[beep]

It seems like
you now know who I am.

So now the game
is gonna change.

If I don't get my money in
12 hours, I'm gonna escalate...

♪

Dee's up.

We talked a bit.

Seems like she's doing
a little better.

Well, she's shifted
from the impact stage,

which is where
anxiety dissipates.

But it also means

she's likely to slip back
into denial.

And I'm not gonna let
that happen on my watch.

[phone vibrates]

Got to take this.

Hey.

You took off
pretty fast yesterday.

Everything okay with your kid?

Seen enough mothers
get calls like that

to know what one looks like.

It's gonna be fine.
Thanks.

Speaking of family,
we've got Furlong's.

They're a little shaken,
but seem okay.

What'd they say?

Wife's shocked
but not surprised.

She noticed a shift
in his personality

after his last deployment.

Well, did she give you anything
regarding his whereabouts?

Nothing of use.

She hasn't been in contact
with him recently.

The reason I called...

there's been a new threat.

[beeps]
Listen.

FURLONG:
It seems like you now know who I am.

So now the game
is gonna change.

If I don't get my money
in the next 12 hours,

I'm gonna escalate
the punishment.

If I can't have my kids,

then New York sure as hell
can't have theirs.

He's going after kids?

Furlong sent an email with
instructions on the ransom drop,

the pressure on the mayor is
too much, he's decided to pay.

No, this is wrong.

We know who he is,
we have his family.

He'll never be able
to disappear,

so the money is useless.

Drop's got to be a diversion.

From what?

He's in endgame now.

He knows he's cornered.

He's gonna go out with a bang.

If he's not going to the drop,
where is he going?

Well, if the drop
is way out in Brooklyn,

then it stands to reason that...

That whatever he's planning

will be as far away as possible.

All right, pulling up
every office building

serviced by
Clear Green Cleaning.

There must be three dozen, Rob.

Filter by places with locations
near groups of children.

Parks.

Schools. That sort of thing.

You really think
he'd kill a child?

I think he's pathological,
potentially suicidal,

and he blames the city
for taking away his own kids.

So, yes.
There's still too many.

Yeah, it's 18 buildings spread
out over all five boroughs.

There's no way to cover

that large of an area.

HARRY:
Rob?

Maybe Furlong's wife can help.

Do any of these seem familiar?

Any that might hold
significance for your ex?

I told you, I don't know him.
Not anymore.

The man I loved--

the man I met in sixth grade--
is gone.

The man who came home,
I don't even recognize.

I want to help you,
Detective, but

I don't know
any of these buildings.

- Hi.
- It's okay.

We're done.

Is Daddy taking me
to the playground?

Which playground, sweetie?

That's Daddy's building.

When we works there,
he takes me to the park

up the street.

And then we get ice cream.

This park?

You sure?

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

[laughs softly]

♪ I don't do for you,
I do for me ♪

♪ And all this beauty

♪ I possess inside,
I let it rise ♪

♪ Electra tries
to shock the world ♪

♪ But here these girls
with dreams... ♪

I like it.
It's got kind of, like,

a new jack swing
kind of vibe.

Hey.

What you thinking?

How I humiliated myself

in front of all my friends.

Everyone's gonna
say I'm a freak.

[laughs softly]

What are they gonna say?

It doesn't matter.

None of them are perfect, right?

And let me
tell you something.

If they're your real friends,
they'll understand.

[phone vibrates]

I got to take this.
I'll be right back.

[rhythmic grunting]

You got to teach me.
I just can't get it right.

You'll get it.

What's up?

Think I've got the sniper's
next location.

There's a park outside
near one of the office buildings

where Furlong used
to take his daughter.

Fits his line of thinking:

if he can't go there
with his kid, then nobody can.

You need to get a show of force
over there A.S.A.P.

I already called the D.A.

They've got all available
resources at the ransom drop

and the mayor
won't divert them on a hunch.

You can't be serious.

Until we have something
concrete, we're on our own.

I'll text you the address
and meet you there.

[sighs]

[siren wailing]

You two, clear the park.

You two, come with me.

Building's three blocks down.

- Let's go.
- Get everyone

- out of the park now, let's go.
- Detective Dante.

For your safety,
we got to clear the park.

Move it.

Sorry, have we met?

We have a mutual friend.

So, where is she?

She's taking care of something.

It's just us.

Understood.

The serial killer.

It was you
at my house that night.

You fired the shot
that took him out.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

[phone vibrates]
Of course not.

Hey.

Hey, it's the right building.

Furlong crossed the lobby
20 minutes ago.

I'm texting you a pic right now.

Facial rec has him
at a 78% match.

Uh, yeah.
That's one of the janitors.

I keyed him up
to the tenth floor.

[whispering]:
This side faces the park.

Hold up. He's in this one.

You sure?

DANTE:
It's booby-trapped.

- Sloppy but effective.
- How do we get in?

We don't.
I get the bomb squad down here.

How long will that take?

20 minutes.

The Las Vegas sniper

killed 60 people
in less than ten.

We can't wait.

Where are you going?

♪

Hey. What's going on?

Nothing, baby.

Let me hear some more
of your music.

No. Was that about the sniper?

I heard you
on the phone earlier.

Are you working that case?

If something's happening,
you should go.

Look, there's always
something happening.

I just want to be here with you.

Mom, you do not need
to babysit me.

I am fine.

I'm over it.

Yeah, that's what you're saying,
but you're not.

Post-traumatic stress is real,
and it's serious.

I know.

But just listen.

I understand
that I've got an issue,

and I appreciate you
being here for me.

But I also know that we're not
gonna fix my problems

in the next few hours,

and there's a whole city
that needs your help.

Right now.

Okay? So go help them,

and come back to me.

Alive.

No, I need everybody here
right now.

Clear all the pedestrians
from this street.

And get all those kids
to safety.

The woman who was with me--
where'd she go?

Where are you hiding?

Figured you'd show up.

Put it down.

Put it down!

You can't shoot
the park from here.

No?

This isn't about kids, is it?

It's about killing cops.

Do you know what it's like
to be arrested?

To be torn away from your kid?

It was all a ruse.

The message, the drop.

You wanted us to find
that building,

to think you were in that room.

Get them all rushing there into
a situation that you control.

They'll stage down there.

Away from where they think I am.

[siren wailing in distance]

It's a perfect
angle from here.

You're drawing them
into a kill box.

They treated me like a criminal.

After everything
I gave my country.

This is payback.

You know, Silas,

you don't have to do this.

Killing innocent people
is not payback.

Nobody is innocent.

You never learned that.

Yeah.
Yeah, I know

all about you, Melody Bayani.

Going through
sniper school,

Erickson used you
as a cautionary tale.

Told us how
you froze.

You were given an order

to take out the enemy,
but you didn't have the guts.

It's almost embarrassing
they sent you after me.

Yeah, Erickson loves that story.

How the woman froze.

You want to know the truth?

I didn't take that shot
on purpose.

It was a bad call.

The target was just a kid.

The daughter of a local
who had wandered

too close to our position.

But Erickson panicked.

So I said that I froze.

I don't shoot innocents.

But Erickson--

you know his ego--
he couldn't stand it.

So he smeared my name.

He left me to rot
at some Podunk base.

And you know what,
I might have.

Only, the Taliban
got bad intel

that we had
a weapons cache.

They stormed the base,
and let me tell you something,

I took plenty of hard shots
that day.

Classified shots.

I had 17 confirmed kills.

- 17 confirmed snipes?
- No.

14 snipes.

The last three--

well... they were all

close-quarter!

[both grunting]

[grunts]

[groans]

[groans]

I don't freeze, either.

[coughing]

[moans]

Thank you.

[grunts]

Ooh, but I totally had that.

No doubt.
[chuckles]

[laughs, panting]

Wait a minute,
how'd you know I was here?

Thank your friend
for me, will you?

Don't mention it.

Or her.

To anyone.

DANTE:
Explosive's been disabled.

Scene is secure.

Thank you, Detective.

And thank you.
The city's grateful.

If there's ever
anything you need...

Oh, I'll be sure
to let you know.

Actually, what would you think

about coming into the fold?

Working with us,

in an unofficial capacity.

Thanks.

But that's not me.

But if you're ever in trouble,

you know how to find me.

[muffled]:
Oh, sweet mother of God!

That's spicy!

[chuckles]

[coughs]

That was torture.

Oh, come on,
it's not that spicy.

No.
Seeing you on that roof.

Knowing I couldn't be there
to have your back

was torture.

I know.
You don't need my help.

No, I... I get it.

I would feel the same if
the situation was reversed.

In a way, I know
I've had it easy.

You know, I know you're
always here, always safe.

And I want you to go out
into the world.

I do.

But if I'm honest...

...it'll be an adjustment.

Hmm.

Oh, hey, I meant
to ask you something.

Why didn't you tell that bastard
Erickson what really happened?

I mean, this guy

has no idea, uh, like,
insanely

impressive career
you went on to have.

How could you not
just want rub that in?

Because I take perverse pleasure

in knowing that
he was wrong about me.

[scoffs]

Besides, if I was
never on that base,

I would've never have pulled
into military intelligence

and I might not have met

this handsome face.

Mm.
I'm really glad

You didn't shoot that woman.

For both of us.

- Cheers.
- Mm-hmm.

Still shaking?

It only happens occasionally.

Like you said, Mom,
I'm gonna be fine.

Because I have you.

Listen, baby.

I'm always gonna
be here for you.

But you need more than me.

You need professional help.

Come on, Mom, a shrink?

Post-traumatic stress
is no joke.

Let me tell you
something,

everyone needs help
from time to time.

Even me.

You had this, too?

And with the kind of secrets
we're carrying,

we can't just talk to anyone.

They need to be someone
in my community.

Someone you'd be safe
telling everything to.

But in the meantime,

I've asked a friend over.

He's someone who...

who's helped me through
some rough patches of my own.

You mean a friend from the C...

He's family.

[knock on door]

As a matter of fact,
he met you

just after you were born.

[door opens]

Hey, Delilah.

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