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Previously on The Equalizer...

Get in.
I owe you one.

I say letting me take you
to dinner might make us even.

Good to know.

That a yes?

It's about me and my mom.

I asked her to train me,

you know, how to
protect myself...

And she said no.
She did.

If Delilah is not ready
when the time comes,

that will be my fault.

I don't know,
something in my gut

tells me she's hiding something.

Honey, she's not
the kind of kid who's gonna go

sneaking around.

If somebody grabs you,
don't think. Just act.

* Oh, my city *

* City that built me *

* Broke me down *

* Crying *

* And it's helped me *

* Through all of my heartache *

* Struggling to make it *

* The rooftops *

* It's my paradise *

* Oh, oh *

* Oh, oh *

* It's my paradise *

* Hey, hey, hey *

* My paradise. *

(crowd cheering)

(whooping)

That was amazing.

Give it up for
the glamorous,

talented, multi-platinum
selling artist Misty.

(cheering, applause)

Misty, thank you for joining us.

Oh, my pleasure, Angela.

It feels so good
to be back here in New York,

especially for the last leg
of my Paradise tour,

and back here, where I played
my very first gig. Yeah.

And this is the anniversary
of that performance, right?

That's right.
The very first time

the public heard your
Grammy-winning hit "Paradise."

Yes, that's right,
and I-I love the fans so much.

They're the reason
I've come this far.

And that's why
I wanted them

all here today.
And I'm told

you have a big
announcement for them.

That's right, Angela.
Years ago,

I was discovered
on this very stage,

so it's fitting that
my performance tomorrow night

will also be my last.

(audience gasps)
I'm retiring
from the music industry.

(crowd muttering)

WOMAN: What?
WOMAN 2: You can't!

WOMAN 3:
This is awful.

Make way.
Make way, please.

You should've given me
the heads up.

So you could
talk me out of it?

So I wouldn't look like
a fool to the people

I'm negotiating your
huge new contract with.

A contract I told you
I didn't want, Martin.

I get it.
You're tired.

We'll send you off
to the Bahamas

for a few days
to recharge.

It's not just
about the business.

I'm tired of being a brand,
not a person,

and everyone telling me
what to do, especially you.

It is my job
to help guide you.

I'm a grown-ass woman.

I can make my own decisions.
And I've made this one.

And what about all the people
you're letting down?

Your fans, your band...

That's not who you're actually
worried about, is it, Martin?

Sure, losing your
next contract affects me.

But my concern is you.

Your fan mail.

Thank you, Z.

MARTIN:
This is who you are.

Your identity.

You can't just walk
away from all that.

(scoffs) Watch me.

And do what instead?

I don't know,
have... an actual life.

Someone to wake up
next to every morning.

Start a family with.

There'll be
plenty of time for that later.

But now, you...
(phone vibrates)

Great, it's the label.
Mm-hmm.

I'm sure they've heard.
Mm-hmm.

I got to take this.

Yeah,
what?

Well, I didn't know she
was going to do that.

(shrieks)
Stay back.

(gasps)

Is that blood?

(humming a tune)

Wait a minute.

Now, who would eat

the whole box
of Honey Toasted Crunchies

and then put it back
in the cabinet?

Who do you think?

(chuckles)

I'll pick some more up
later when I go out.

(sighs) Good morning.

Good morning, Dee.

Well, aren't you
full of sunshine.

A good night of sleep
will change your life.

I don't know,

your energy
seems different.

You're more, uh...

confident.

You see something
different about her?

No, she's just as
beautiful as always.

Well, I'm gonna
go grab some

breakfast down at New World.
You want to join me?

Uh, sorry, Mom.
Actually, Mel and I

are gonna catch
an early bird sale

in SoHo
before school.
Oh, really?

Mm-hmm.

Well, good to see you guys
spending time together.

Yeah, I like her a lot.

She's cool.
Can I get a rain check

on breakfast, though?
Sure,

if I can
get on your calendar.

I'm still gonna go

grab some breakfast
before my work meeting,

so have fun.

(chuckles)

See you.
Have a good day.

You too.

By the way,

stores aren't
open this early.

I know what
you and Mel are doing.

Hmm?
Don't even.

I saw her training you.

I know Mom said no,
but what choice do I have?

Okay? What if something
happens again, and I...

Listen, I understand
why you're doing it.

So, you're okay with it?

You wanting to learn how
to protect yourself, yes.

Doing it behind
your mother's back?

I know.
I hate lying to Mom.

Then you tell her.

Or be damn sure I will.

I wouldn't even know
where to begin.

Well, you were
resourceful enough

to rope Mel into this.

I'm sure you'll
figure it out.

I'll admit it is disturbing,

but it doesn't
scream immediate threat.

Not by itself,

but this is the latest

in a series
of escalating incidents.

Random cars
driving by the house,

mysterious phone calls
in the middle of the night.

My gut tells me
to take this seriously.

Well, what does Misty
think about these incidents?

She doesn't know about them.

It's my job to keep her
safe so she can perform,

not stress her out
over every little issue.

Not so little anymore, is it?

Well, over the years,

she's had all
kinds of fans,

some more aggressive
than others,

but nothing
like this.

Well, have you
taken it to the police?

I did.

They said
they would look into it,

but that doesn't help Misty.
She performs tonight,

and I have to keep her safe.

Well, why not cancel the show?

Well, I've tried to
convince her, but her fans

fly from all over the world
to see her.

Save all year to afford
a plane ticket, a hotel.

She doesn't
want to let them down.

Look, I know
you're concerned for her,

but I'm not security for hire.

Now, I can recommend
a firm that specializes

in executive protection.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Misty's opposed to bringing
on outside security.

Because?

Because she's been
burned in the past.

Last time I brought
on an outside team,

they roughed up
some of her fans,

and then, when
I fired them,

they sold her out
to the tabloids.

I know, she has
a rep as being

a demanding,
selfish diva.

I've heard the rumors.

Whatever
you've heard,

it's not true.

The press
needs headlines

to drive traffic
to their websites.

I'm telling you, I've worked
with Misty for almost a decade.

She is the most considerate,

thoughtful, loving person

I have ever known.

Well, you sound like

you really
care about her.

I do.

It's hard not to
once you get to know her.

Will you help me?

(sighs)

I gave the letter to Dante.

Maybe he can pull some
prints or some DNA.

That's so gross.

I mean, I don't care
if The Flaming Lips,

the Pixies and Pavement
formed a supergroup,

you would not see me
spilling my blood

in some sort of sick
tribute for anyone.

Well, obsession can make people

do some bizarre things.
I guess.

Hey, where's Mel?
She still shopping with...

Hey, guys.

Wow, shopping
must've been intense.

Yeah, yeah.

You blow my child's
whole college fund?

Uh, no, she didn't...
she couldn't settle on anything.

Wait a minute,
Misty is our client?

Okay, let's say,
for the sake of argument,

this one-named
wonder couldn't afford

an entire army
of security guards,

I mean, is this really
the person you want to be

working with, right here?
Seriously?

Mr. "The government
is always lying to us"

believes what he reads

in tabloids?
HARRY:
Hey, the tabloids

believe in UFOs.
MEL: Oh, man.

What I don't see up there

is Misty's charity work,

her musical education program,
her volunteerism,

plus, the woman
can sing.

It doesn't matter whether
she's a saint or a diva,

she deserves to be safe.

How are you supposed
to help her, anyway?

I mean, you said she didn't want

uh, extra security, right?

Well, who said we were
going in as security?

Want to have some fun?

MEL:
Do I detect
the return

of Pepper Wallace?

I'm gonna need a, uh, LED panel

with a softbox as the key.

You know, I just want
to keep things nice and...

nice and soft.

Who are you talking to?

You. We're a small
crew here.

We all got to
wear a lot of hats.

Oh, that's so cute,

but that hat doesn't go with

this outfit, so...
(sighs)

Thank you.

Watch it.
Sorry.

(chuckles)

Misty, this is
the, uh, film crew

that's gonna be shooting
behind-the-scenes footage

for the farewell concert.

Misty.
Pepper Wallace. Producer.

I can't tell you
how honored we are

to be covering such
a historic event.

(chuckles) I-I think

there's been some sort
of misunderstanding.

No one consulted me about this.

I thought Martin
and your publicist had.

They didn't, but if
we were going to do this,

we should just use
the crew we always use.

There's no use in
bringing in strangers.

Misty, I looked into this,

I vetted them,
I checked their credentials.

This is three of the best
filmmakers in the whole city.

They're gonna make you
look excellent.
Z: Excuse me.

Misty, your herbal tea.

We got to take care
of that voice.

Thank you, Z.

Ms. Wallace,

this performance is
an intimate setting.

Having a film crew
follow me around

is the opposite of the image
I want to project.

Funny you should mention image.

There are a lot
of people out there

pushing one of you that
is not very flattering.

And flat-out not true.

But this is your chance

to control your narrative.

No one can explain

why you're retiring
better than you can.

And your fans want to hear
your story told your way.

They don't want to read

made-up stuff
in the gossip rags.

And you think
this is a good idea?

I do.

Well, I usually run stuff
like this past my publicist...

But I trust you.

(sighs) Let's do it.

All right. Okay, everyone,
Let's do it.

let's get it
together.

Yeah.

(floorboard creaks)

(creak)

Aah!

* *

Misty! Are you okay?
A man-- he went that way.

You sure you're okay?
I think so.

I'm okay.

Whew.

I'm okay.

Another man
trying to knock me down?

Whew, it's gonna take
a lot more than that

to keep me
out the game.

He's gone.
ROBYN: Well, who
the hell was that

and what did they want?
I don't know,

but this is unacceptable.

All right, so
the intruder chloroformed

the, uh, security guard
that was stationed

at the back entrance
of Misty's suite.

Here he is
running down the hall

a few minutes later,
Lucas not far behind.

Then he disappears
into the stairwell.

Hey, a maintenance crew just
found the intruder's mask

and hoodie
in the 15th-floor staircase.

I mean, once he
ditched his disguise,

he's just another hotel guest.

He could've
got off at any floor.

Well, the question is

how did he
get into Misty's suite?

Well, according
to the manager,

he used a master key card

belonging to someone
on the janitorial staff.

A guy named
Edrin Foxx.

Do we know where he is?

He clocked in this morning,
but he's currently MIA.

And get this:

he was hired
just three weeks ago.

So it's possible he just
took the job because he knew

Misty was coming.
Yup.

Find out what we can
about this guy.

Already digging in.

ROBYN: Hey, Lucas.

How's Misty?
Too well.

She's insisting I take her
to the club for a sound check.

But the guy from her room
is still out there.

She's convinced herself
it was just a souvenir hunter,

and if he wanted to
hurt her, he would have.

And what do you think?
I think we need to

cancel the show,
but she won't listen.

Good news is she wants you
all to film the sound check.

Guess you made
a good impression.

Looks like we're up.

That was great.

Just do maybe one more,
but tighter.

Okay. So, Clyde,

talk to me about
life on the road.

With Misty,
everything's about family,

so she makes it simple.

But "simple"
doesn't mean easy.

The days
are long.

But fun.
Sometimes a bit too fun.

DRUMMER: Ain't
that the truth.

But it's the
life we chose.

It's not really
a choice when the melody

calls you the way it does.

Oh, yeah, I know. Hey, man,

it's like a siren, you know?
It just sort of...

(clears throat)
Sorry.

Tommy, is it
what you expected?

All that and more.

And yeah, sometimes it gets
a little lonely, you know.

Every day a new city,

but I knew
what I was getting into.

I grew up around music.
MEL: Mm.

My mother taught me
everything I know.

Yeah. (laughs)

MEL: Nice.

Time for sound check, guys.

MEL: All right. Listen,
thank you for your time.

Have a great show. Okay.

* They said it was cruel,
they said it was hard *

* Was gonna hop a train
and move on *

* But then I looked up,
looked up *

* I was taken *

* By eagles and stars *

* This town won't
let you down easy... *

Man. She's even
more impressive live.

You realize how hard
that is to pull off?

Are you surprised
or you disappointed?

I'm in awe.

(phone rings)

* City that built me *

* Broke me down crying... *

Hey, Dante,

you get anything
off that fan letter?

DANTE: Yeah, a print
matched Grayson Bradley.

Social media says he's
a longtime Misty fan from Ohio.

Misty's people have taken out

a restraining order against him.

Any chance he's our intruder?

Car registered in his name

pulled into the hotel garage

a few hours ago,
so yeah, he could be your guy.

What happened to
the hotel janitor

whose key card was used?

Still MIA.

Could they be in collusion?

Like, the janitor gave
his key card to the stalker?

It's possible.

we need to grab Grayson ASAP.

Already have. Squad car
found him dumpster diving

in the hotel parking lot.

Got him in the box and about to

have a chat with him.

Mm, can't sleep on you,

can I?

I wouldn't advise it.
Call you back

the second I got something.

Why'd you break into
Misty's hotel room?

I told you,
I don't know anything

about a key card, and I
didn't break in anywhere.

So you run from
the officers at the hotel

because you
wanted the exercise.

I got scared. And...

I couldn't remember
if the restraining order

was still in effect.
Must be hard

to keep them all straight.

So, then what were
you doing in the dumpster?

Looking for a memento
for my girlfriend, Ava.

Your girl know you've been
sending Misty these letters?

No, 'cause she's not...

my girl anymore.

Just found out she's
getting married next week.

Misty was our favorite artist,

and I thought...

if I can just get Misty
to tell Ava I'm a good person,

she'll come
back to me.

So, you sent her a card
written in blood.

I wrote her
a bunch of times,

but she didn't
write back, so I...

I sent that letter
to show how serious I am.

When she didn't answer,
I got in my car and drove here.

Even if she
wanted to write back,

there was no return address.
You get that, right?

I want to leave.

You can't hold me.
I didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, but I can.

CCTV footage shows you sitting
at the hotel bar for two hours

then getting up and walking off
15 minutes before an intruder

entered Misty's suite.

That makes you a prime suspect.

BOY:
How's that feel,
you little freak?

Ow! Get off me!

Does that hurt?

Hey. Hey, come on, do you
really need to do that?

You really need
to mind your own business.

Noel's my friend.
That makes it my business.

Here, are you okay?

It's okay, Delilah.

No, it's not. Come on.

MEL:
If somebody grabs you,

don't think, just act.

(grunts)

I think you broke my arm.
(groaning)

(phones dinging)
(indistinct chatter)

(phone rings)

Hey, Mel. Any news?
Yeah.

Security just found
our missing hotel janitor

stuffed in the closet.

Alive, I hope.

Yeah, chloroformed,

just like the guard outside of

Misty's room.
Must be our intruder.

He get a look at the guy?

No, but at least
we can eliminate

the janitor as a suspect.

When did he say
he was knocked out?

Two hours ago. Why?

That falls within the window

that CCTV footage
showed Misty's stalker

at the hotel bar.

Meaning our stalker
has an alibi.

He couldn't have

been the one that
chloroformed the janitor.

Which means he can't
be our intruder, either.

In other words, we just
went from two suspects to zero.

The stage is a little slippery,
so make sure there's padding

on the bottom
of these shoes, okay?

Mm-hmm.
Thanks.

Time for tea, Misty.

Oh, honestly, Zara,

you should have it.

I'm too nervous.
I got butterflies,

and when was the last
time that happened?

It's exciting.
Your last live performance.

You're gonna
do great.

Thanks, Z.

Okay.

Bad news.

All of our suspects
have alibied out,

which means the intruder
is still out there.

And Misty's more determined
than ever to go on tonight.

Well, we have to get her
to cancel the show.

It's too dangerous.

I thought I could protect her.

But you're right.

Funny thing is
I haven't seen her

this happy in years.
(chuckles)

ROBYN:
Maybe she's excited

to move on
to the next chapter.

Who knows--
maybe she'll figure out

what's been missing
in her life.

Or who.

(coughing, gasping)

MISTY:
Zara? Oh, my God,

Zara! Zara!
Turn-turn her
on her side.

On her side.

Call 911.

I think she's been poisoned.

The tea.
That poison was meant for me.

It's gonna be fine.
You're in good hands now.

Thank you so much.

Come on, let's go.

Well, the good news
is the paramedics

say that Zara's
gonna be okay.

Thank God.

Misty, look, I get that this
show means a lot to you,

to your fans,
but this has gone too far.

It's time
to call it off.

No. No, there has to be
another way.

There isn't.
Not one that

guarantees your safety.

He's right.

It's just too dangerous.

Misty, please.
Let me keep you safe.

If anything were
to happen to you, I'd...

I'd never forgive myself.

If-if you think that
we should cancel...

If it's really
the only option...

Then o-okay.

(sighs) Thank you.

ROBYN:
Misty's cancelling.

That's a relief.

Would have been
an amazing show.

You're a fan now?

Well, yeah, no, absolutely.

I can admit when I'm wrong.

That woman is an angel.

Well, Misty's not
performing anymore,

but it doesn't mean
she's out of danger.

There's still someone

out there who wants her dead.

Right. Okay,

so what do we know
about this person?

Maybe we should be focusing
on what they know about her.

MEL: Okay, well, clearly,
they know she drinks

those herbal teas
on a schedule.

Right.
Well, maybe that's what

the intruder was
doing in her room--

mixing poison
into her tea leaves.

So it's someone who knows

the details of her routine.

Her inner circle.

Yeah, but, I mean,
we interviewed

her entire team.
These people love her.

Who would want to kill her?

This industry is about
dollars and cents.

So you have to ask who's
getting hurt by Misty retiring?

Her manager, for one.
Martin Culvert.

He was pretty upset about
the retirement announcement.

Yeah, that's
a good point.

Uh, you know, her
band had mentioned

that her label contract
was up for renewal.

You know what,
let's have a little

look-see into this guy.
Oh, yeah.

Our pal Martin
is leveraged to the hilt

after a series
of bad investments.

If she leaves
the business,

Martin loses everything.

He needs her to sign that
contract and to keep touring.

Well, doesn't that mean
he has no reason to kill her?

He does if it sends her
music sales through the roof.

Yup, you're right.

He's got back end

on her entire catalog,
plus, he's got

a cowriting credit
on "Paradise."

"Paradise"?
That's her biggest hit.

So, if Misty dies,

Martin stands to make a fortune.
(phone rings)

Hold on.

Dee's school.

Hello?

WOMAN:
Hi, this is Principal Neal.

First, I'd like to let you know

Delilah is okay,

but she has been in a fight.

A fight? Wait, what?

Yes, ma'am, you need
to come pick her up.

I'm on my way.
Can you hold, please?

Hey, I got to run.

Is everything okay?

No, there's a problem with Dee.
See if you two

can place Martin
near Misty's room

at the time of the break-in.

And loop Dante in.

Okay.

Wonder what
that was about.

I don't know.
Must be important, though.

Hope everything's okay.

ROBYN:
A fight, Dee?

It wasn't that serious.

Your principal
sent me the video.

I recognize that
hip-toss technique.

Oddly enough,
Mel taught me the same move.

So, is that what you've been
doing instead of shopping--

training?

I can't believe
you went behind my back

when I explicitly told you no.
Okay, I'm sorry,

but he was bullying
my friend Noel. I...

Sorry? You could've
really hurt that boy.

That's why I told you
no in the first place.

You're not ready
for this responsibility.

I was going to tell you.
I was.

But you didn't.
You chose to lie instead.

I'm dropping
you off at home.

But we're gonna talk
about this later.

MARTIN:
You can't be serious.

You really think I would
try to kill my best client?

From what I hear, she won't
be your client for long.

That was posturing.

A negotiation tactic
for a new deal.

Word is she wants out,

which would
leave you in the lurch.

Music is her life.
Any retirement would be

followed quickly
by an un-retirement.

Not if she's poisoned.

What exactly are
you getting at?

There's a lot
of question marks

dealing with an artist
who may or may not retire.

Getting paid from
a dead artist's catalogue--

that's a sure thing.

I've been with Misty
from the beginning,

shaped her career.

If I hadn't written "Paradise"
for her, she'd be a nobody.

Now, am I angry
that she's trying

to throw it all away?
You're damn right.

But would I ever hurt her?

Not in a million years.
Martin,

where were you today
when someone

broke into Misty's suite?

In my room
at the hotel.

And if you want
to check my story,

you can ask
any of the other 20 people

who were on the call with me.

How'd it go with the manager?

DANTE:
Martin's got an airtight

alibi, so, no, he couldn't
have been the one

who broke into Misty's room.

Doesn't mean he's not behind it.

Yeah, he's definitely
not the type to get

his hands dirty.
He'd hire someone.

He's got the connections
to do it.

What do you mean?

Fifteen years ago,
Martin was arrested

for laundering money
through his record label.

Who was he cleaning it for?

Rumor was organized crime,

His accountant took the fall.

Still, it's clear
he moves in that world.

All right, I'll have
Harry take a deeper dive

into who Martin's
been in contact with.

Meanwhile, you keep him there
as long as you can.

Will do.
Thanks, Dante.

Uh, Misty? Is it okay?

She's good.

Rough day, huh?

How you holding up?

Not as rough as Zara,

but they're
keeping her overnight

in the hospital
for observation.

It's my fault she's in there.

I mean, it's terrible
she was poisoned,

but you can't
blame yourself for that.

If I would have just listened
to Lucas in the first place,

none of this
would have ever happened.

My stubbornness
nearly cost Zara her life.

She's gonna be okay.

And so are you.

You're gonna let people down.
That's inevitable.

And you want so badly to
protect the ones you love,

to keep them safe
no matter what.

But sometimes...

life just doesn't work that way.

Spoken like someone
who's been through the fire.

(chuckles)
You got that right.

(both chuckle)

So you're really
going to retire?

It's time to get back to me.

Well, who is "me"?

Because all
we know you by

is all of your accomplishments,

which are
very impressive.

Well, thanks, but climbing
to the mountaintop took a toll.

And being a female
in this industry is no joke.

Mm-hmm.

I've been ripped off
by promoters, executives,

business managers,
my friends

have ratted me out to paparazzi.

That's got to be
the worst part--

thinking someone's
got your back...

When really they're
looking to stick a knife in it.

So, how do you trust anyone?

You don't. (chuckles)

But shutting everyone out
really does wear on you.

You end up with no family,

no friends, no love.

Well, love--
I know you can change that.

(both laugh)

Well, I'll find out soon enough

when Misty
hangs up her sparkly tops

and gets back
to being Sonya Banks

from East Cleveland, Ohio.

That's right, Sonya Banks
from East Cleveland, Ohio.

(laughs) That's right.

(indistinct chattering)
ROBYN: I like that.

Oh, my God, Misty!

WOMAN:
We love you, Misty!

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa,

hold up!
Hands!

Hey, I...
No! (grunts, groans)

I just wanted
an autograph.

Get up.

Come on.

MISTY:
Who are you?

'Cause you're clearly
not a producer.

You're right, and I'm sorry.

Lucas hired me because
you needed extra protection.

Lucas lied to me?

He just wanted to keep you safe.

This is why
I can't trust anyone.

Misty, I am sorry.
I just... I wanted to...

MISTY:
Get away from me.

I'm sick of all the lies.

Keep these people away from me.

They don't work for me anymore.

I trusted you, Lucas.

(phone rings)

ROBYN:
Yeah, Harry?

Hey, so Martin made
a $25,000 withdrawal

from an account that was
supposed to be used

for Misty's tour expenses.

MEL:
Except the money never made it

to a vendor, it was transferred

to an offshore account.
Whose account?

It's a shell corp.
I-I thought he was skimming,

but it doesn't seem
to have anything to do

with Misty or Martin

or any of his other businesses.

Martin's accomplice.

You mean
Misty's assassin.

We need to stop him

before he finishes the job.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

What's going on?

We need to
warn Misty.

Move, I need to speak to Misty.

You know I can't do that.
I have vital information

about Misty's safety.

Do the job I hired you to do.

Misty?

Misty, we know
who it is.

Misty!

She's gone.

(sighs) She's not picking up.

When was the last
time you saw her?

When we got back.

Misty said she wanted privacy,
so I checked the room,

then went out into the hallway.
Maybe she went out the back.

Couldn't have been more than
a few minutes ago.

I'll try.
She won't recognize my number.

(line ringing)

Damn. Still no answer.

I'll have my team track it.

(sighs) I never should have
let her out of my sights.

W-We have to find her.

We will, but with
Martin's hit man out there,

we have to move fast.

Maybe the band
knows where she is.

(phone rings)

What's up, Rob?

Harry, I need you
to track Misty's phone.

She's in the wind
and we haven't had a chance

to warn her
about Martin's assassin.

Hmm. It says here

it's, uh, it's at the hotel.

So she left it behind
on purpose.

Any updates from Dante?

He's in with Martin now,

trying to convince him
to call off his guy,

but I think
I may have found something

that will help him with that.

And... send.

(phone dings)

Recognize this guy, Martin?
No. Should I?

Considering you sent his
offshore account $25,000, yeah.

Let me help jog your memory.

His name is Eric Stone.

According to this, he gets paid

to do violent things
from some very bad people,

including you.

Okay, uh...

It's not what you think.

I think you need
to call him off.
Yes,

I hired him,

but not to go
after Misty.

If not Misty, then who?

Someone I wanted
to send a message to.

Don't make me play
20 questions, Martin.

(sighs) Some kid...

who claimed I stole the song
"Paradise" from his mother,

which I did not.

I bought that
song legally.

How much?

(sighs)

$500.

You bought the rights
to a multi-platinum hit song

that launched Misty's career
and the songwriter got $500?

No one knew
what it was gonna be.

But once the money
started pouring in,

you went back to the songwriter

and gave her her fair share.

No?

You didn't?

It's not fair. No.

But it's the business,

and it's legal,

and I have a contract
to prove it.

Sounds like
that's not sitting right

with this woman's son.
Rightfully so.

That kid wouldn't
stop contacting me,

threatening to sue, to
go to the press. He even

sent a fake lawyer
after me once,

but I called his bluff.

Even then, he wouldn't stop,
he wouldn't back off.

So you sent Eric
to explain things to him.

But when Eric got there...

the kid had disappeared.

Vanished.

The neighbors hadn't
seen him for months.

What's the kid's name?

Elton Smith.

Come on, open up!
Kenny's not answering.

(phone rings)
Let's check Clyde's room. 1540.

Harry.

Talk to me.
Rob,

I think I know
who we're looking for.

A guy whose mother
wrote Misty's hit,

"Paradise."
Wait, I thought
Martin wrote "Paradise."

Nope, Martin
ripped this woman off.

Now the son's out for revenge.

Who's the son?

Elton Smith. Except, Rob,

we filmed this guy.

It's Misty's guitarist,
Tommy James.

Wait, you're saying that
he changed his name

so he could join the band.

Yeah, a few months ago,
to get access to Misty.

I guess when Martin
didn't do the right thing,

this guy decided to
take matters into his own hands.

ROBYN: Well, we have to
find him and stop him.

(muffled, indistinct chatter)

Someone's in there.

Stand back.

What the hell?

Where's Misty?
We really need to find her.

Why, you need to change some
fake lines in your fake movie?

Look, I deserve that,
but Misty's life

is in danger, so if
you know where she is,

you need to tell us.

Hey, man, get off me, dude.
Easy, easy,

easy.
She was here earlier,

she told us about what
happened with y'all.

Where is she now?

She's with Tommy.
He took her

back to her room.

(Misty humming a tune)

It's nice to hear you sing.

(chuckles)

Sometimes music
is the only thing

that keeps me sane.

"Singing loud to myself

like music is my medicine."

Because it is.
(chuckles)

Where are we going?

I want to show
you something.

Something special.

Misty and Elton
are nowhere in this hotel.

I got 'em.
They're in a gray Chrysler,

but I can't make out the plate,

and he turned
the GPS off on his phone.

I'm gonna get Dante
to put a BOLO out on the car.

We're running out of time.

What do we know about this guy?

Well, we know he spent years

trying to reach out to Martin,

to resolve this
in a non-violent way.

So then why the escalation
to murder? What changed?

I think I may have an answer.

It's an obituary
for Brenda Smith.

She died three months ago
of a drug overdose.

And from the looks of it, they
weren't doing too well, either.

Oh, his mother's death.

That's what
pushed him over the edge.

HARRY:
Yeah, I mean, sure, the guy's
overwhelmed with grief,

he's got no legal remedy,
and he-and he takes his rage out

on the-the woman who got famous
off his mother's song.

Yeah, the woman
who is living the life

his mother
should have been living.

Brenda was robbed.

But, okay, why now?

The guy's been
in the band for months.

Because he's not a killer.

He's probably
been struggling with

actually going
through with this.

And Misty's retirement
pushed him into action.

He wasn't gonna
get another shot.

All right, well,
we're still no closer

to knowing where,
uh, Elton took Misty.

This whole thing has been
about his mother's song.

That's what's been
driving him all these years.

You think the answer's in there?

Could be.

Um, "They try to be cruel,

"They try to be hard,
hopped on that train,

looked up,
taken by eagles and stars."

"Eagles and stars."

There's a building in the city
with eagles on it.

The Chrysler Building.

Yeah. You think they're there?

No. The song says
she's hopping a train.

Okay.

There are five train stations

in the area,
but only one of them

has got an observation deck with
a view of the Chrysler Building:

Grand Central Station.

I'm on my way.

MISTY (chuckles):
Oh.

It's just as breathtaking

as the first time I saw it.

Something about
those city lights.

* And high above
the rooftops, my paradise *

* It's just
a dreamer's paradise *

That is my favorite line
in that song.

(laughs)

You mean my mother's song.

What are you talking about?

You know exactly what
I'm talking about.

You never wrote that song.

"Paradise"?

I wrote the hook,

but Martin wrote the song.

Yeah, that's the story
you tell everyone else.

Hell, you probably
half-believe it yourself now.

Because it's the truth.

Don't you...

don't you lie.

Not to me.

You're scaring me, Tommy.

My name's Elton.

Elton Smith.

You stole that song
from my mother Brenda,

bullied her
to sell it for pennies.

She had to go to that club
every night, bussing tables,

watching you perform
to standing ovations,

become an international
superstar,

while she struggled

to bring home food
for her family.

I didn't know. I swear.

It destroyed her.

She turned to drugs.
She-she died penniless.

What you did
ended my mother's life.

Now I'm gonna end yours.

Please! I didn't know!

She's telling the truth.
Stay back!

(gasps)

Martin stole that song
from your mother.

Misty had no idea.

I never would have wanted that.

Her song has touched
so many people

so deeply, me included.

She must have
been a special person

to write something so powerful.

Yeah, she was.

MISTY:
I'm so sorry for everything
she went through.

Everything you both...

everything you both
had to go through.

No, you're not.
No, you're not.

Your mother's song
inspired so many people

to reach for their dreams.

But it was about

more than that,

it was about
never giving up, too,

no matter who
wronged you.

"I faced my battles,
I earned my scars.

I'm still fighting,
and I'm-a keep fighting."

Elton... don't do this.

You got to fight.

Your mother would not
want you to do this.

And neither
do you.

* They told me this place
would break my heart. *

I'm sorry.

Elton, no!
Elton, no!

I got you!

MISTY:
Grab my hand!

On one, two, three.

(Elton crying)

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Everything's gonna be okay.

(indistinct chatter)

ROBYN:
What you guys doing here?
Oh.

Uh... oh.
Hi.

Robyn, we're here
to see Misty.

Think we're gonna miss
her last show ever?

Somebody changed
his mind in a hurry.

Uh, I'm gonna go get a table
up front before it gets

too packed, all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah,
that's a good idea.

Hey.
Yeah?

I need to talk to you.
Okay.

I know you've been training Dee.

She used O-goshi
on a kid today,

damn near
broke his arm.

Luckily, she didn't
get expelled.

I feel terrible.

I obviously never
wanted that to happen.

And it wouldn't have happened

if you hadn't
gone behind my back.

She's not ready, Mel.

That's her point.
She's unprepared.

Of course she's unprepared.
She's a kid.

Respectfully, it's not
about her being a kid,

it's about her feeling unsafe.

After what happened
with Quinn,

she wants to feel like,

next time, she'll be able

to protect hers...
There won't be a next time.

Robyn...
And if there is,

I'll handle it.

Robyn, I overstepped.
I did.

But you need to remember
that we chose this life.

Dee did not.

She is trying to figure out
a situation that she never

asked to be put in.
Then I will help her
figure it out.

I decide what
is appropriate

for her to learn.
Not her.

Not you. Me.

(phone rings)

Hi. What's up?

What?

Where?

Yeah, I-I'm on my way.

MISTY:
This song is about
love and hope,

about dreaming big.

So I'm gonna use
all the future profits

for "Paradise" to fund
a music education program

in the name
of the actual songwriter,

Ms. Brenda Smith.

(cheering, whooping)

* They told me this place
would break my heart *

* No room for one more dream *

* Or so they told me... *

What's gonna
happen to Elton?

D.A. Grafton is asking
for a reduced sentence.

It's not a slam dunk,
but it sure helps

that he has Misty
advocating for him.

* Then I looked up,
looked up *

* I was taken by eagles... *

Something brewing between
Misty and her bodyguard?

* Let you down easy... *
Actually has been for a while.

They're just
realizing it, though.

* Today, this is my city... *
ROBYN: She deserves it.

Happiness.

* The city that built me *

* Broke me down crying... *

DANTE:
Where's Mel?

* Taught me to... *

Probably getting
some fresh air.

* And this helped me... *

Things okay between you two?

* Heartache,
struggling... *

Honestly?

I don't know.

* The rooftops *

* It's my paradise *

* Yeah *

* My paradise *

* Ooh, dream is paradise. *

* *

Did you know?

Yes.

And I felt it was
Dee's place to tell you.

Clearly, she didn't.

No, she didn't.

And I'm furious...

that my best friend
and my daughter

would be so deceitful,
would lie to me like that.

And well you should be.

I'm not making excuses
for her, Robyn,

but you've got to understand
that Dee seeing you

get taken away like that--

that was a game changer.

She's scared,
she feels helpless.

And you know what?
Frankly, neither one of us

wants to be caught
in that situation ever again.

So, if you want her to have

any kind of
control over her life,

you have got to stop
saying no to this

without giving her
a good reason.

The reason was made clear today.

She's not ready.

She's not ready?
Or you're not ready?

Either way,
you got to figure this out.

This is not going away.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe some...

some basic self-defense classes

would not be a bad idea.

Yeah. That's a start.

Yeah.

And, uh,

this other thing with Mel,

well...
(scoffs)

...y'all got to work that out.

Mm-hmm.

Work it out.
Hell with that.

MAN: Keep going, man!
Who the hell is that?

Where is he?

Where's my brother?

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