All language subtitles for 3 Equalizer S03E13 Patriot Game

Previously on The Equalizer...

You are Colton Fisk.

And you are everything
Bishop always said you were.

You're arrangement
with the Agency,

it's under my
supervision now.

You work for me.

Your little playacting

got two good agents killed.

Everyone on that team

was guilty of something.

What was I guilty of?

Of getting Bishop killed.

If not for you, McCall...

Bishop is still alive today.

You wanted to see me,
here I am.

Before you hear it
on the streets,

I thought you should
hear it from me.

I cut a deal with the D.A.

So what do you need
from me?

I want to meet your boys.

My grandkids.

Be a part of their lives.
I'm asking...

will you give me the chance
to know my grandsons, Marcus?

Hello, may I help you?

I have an appointment
with Mr. Roth.

Let's see.

He has nothing scheduled.

What is your name?

It's okay.
I'll announce myself.

He's got a gun!

That was
so good, Auntie.

Yeah, Auntie, I mean,

you really outdid
yourself again.

Mm.
Actually, this is one of
Trish's recipes.

I'm gonna see her later.

I will be sure
to tell her.
Oh, please do.

Hey, baby girl,
what you got going on?

Want to play some cards?

Uh, I can't.

I'm actually going to see
a movie with Jackson.

Um, I'm also headed over to
Dad's for the weekend, so...

Jackson?
From the boxing gym?

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

Well, remember,
if he tries something,

you block with the right
shoot the jab with the left--

Mom...
Oh, my God.

You have got to stop--
Uh, no.

Baby, leave
those dishes alone.

I'm not going out
until later.

I got this.
Thank you, Auntie.

Love you.
Have fun. Love you. Be safe.

Bye.

Hey, what about you?

What about me?

Your social life
has been, what...

How can I say this?
Nonexistent?

No, I was going to be

a little bit more polite
and say "slow."

What I got going on?
I got a lot of work to do.

Well, there's more to life
than work, you know.

At least, there should be.

I'll keep that in mind.

Speaking of,

I got a meeting.

Well, while you're setting
up these meetings,

how about you set one with
that handsome Detective Dante?

I don't know.

Things have been
a little weird.

I'm not exactly sure
where we stand.

Well, you figure that out
by calling him.

And who knows, maybe he'll
bring over his handcuffs.

Auntie!
That's right.

Don't you...

I know you done
thought about it.
Goodbye, Aunt Vi.

Don't even try. Bye.

The screams,

people I was working with
side by side for years...

Oh, God,
there was so much blood.

Okay, all right, Devon.

Try to breathe.

There you go.

You're safe now.
No, that's just it,
I'm not.

As soon as I got
out of there,

I didn't have my phone,
I left it at my desk, when--

The point is, I ran to
the nearest police station,

and he was there,
standing right outside.

Who was there?
The killer.

He knew I was alive.
He was waiting for me.

Probably found your phone.

Which means he knows
where I live.

And where my mother
lives in Queens--

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, look at me.

Look at me, look at me.

I've got you.

Okay?

Now, I need you to think.

Do you have any idea who'd want
to do something like this?

Take out your entire office?

No one.

The company you work for,

what exactly do they do?

It's a research firm.

We specialize in
marine biology.

The environmental impacts
of a proposed operation.

So, could it be
a corporate client?

One that would lose
a lot of money

if you turned in
an unfavorable report?

No. We mostly work

with places like
the EPA, nonprofits,

not individual companies.

Well, the first thing
we need to do

is get you somewhere safe.

I'll send someone to do
the same for your mother.

Thank you.

Yeah.
They killed everybody.

Who would do
something like this?

I don't know.

But that's exactly what
I'm gonna find out.

Can you imagine?

Y-You get up to go get
a cup of coffee,

say hello to Sheila and Barry,

and the next thing you know...

I'm traumatized
just thinking about it,

and I don't even work
with anyone.

Uh, hello?

Oh, come on.
You're not an office mate.

You're more of a life-mate mate.

Harry, can you check
all the street cams

that are facing
Devon's office?

Yeah, maybe you can see
the killer coming or going.

Yeah. Already on it.
And, uh...

I'm gonna pull up all the cams
from the 39th precinct

where Devon said he saw
the killer waiting.

What do we know about
Devon's personal life?

Not much.

He was too shell-shocked
to get into all that.

I'll do a deep dive
into his personal life.

And all his coworkers.

And all the recent dealings
of his firm.

Anything else?
Uh, shoe sizes?

Pets' birthdays?

You're the best, babe.

Yeah, true story.

Hey, let us know what you find.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you see that?

See that?

♪ Are we really sure... ♪

Ah, damn.

Your shot.

♪ That a love that lasted
for so long... ♪

Dante.

Damn. My bad.

What's going on?
What do you mean?

What do you mean
what do I mean?

I mean, that right there--
that was an easy shot for you.

Plus, you walk around
with that look on your face.

What look?

That look right there.
What, you in trouble?

You know, that's the same
look you had when, uh--

what's his name--

Ross stole your bike.

You know how many sidewalks I
had to shovel to buy that bike?

All I know is you was walking
up and down the street...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's 'cause I knew
what my father was gonna say.

Man, your pops was
a piece of work, bro.

And when he found Ross,

what did he do?

He found that boy
and he made me fight him

even though he was
older than me, bigger than me...

Yeah.

That's my father.

Yeah, and then he stood there

and watched you get
your ass handed to you.

Yeah, so I took

two ass-whippings that day--
one from Ross,

the other from my father

for losing.

Why do you think I spent
so much time at your dad's gym?

Man, our fathers were
two of a kind, brother.

Yeah, you could say that.

So, that's what's going on?

Big Ben coming home soon?
Not soon. Tomorrow.

Damn.

You're gonna let the past
stay in the past?

Just because I agreed
to let him meet the boys,

doesn't mean I'm ready
to start playing catch

and fixing cars together.

So what you gonna do?

You know, when I was kid
I didn't have a choice.

I had to deal with him.

At least now I get to control

what happens
between him and my boys.

First sign of smoke,
I shut it down.

No, I'm talking about

what are you gonna do
between you and him?

There is no me and him.

That ship has sailed.

This is it.

Place seems quiet
from what went down here.

Too quiet.

Clear.

What the hell?

I thought eight people
were killed here.

That's what he told me.

Okay, so... did he
hallucinate the whole thing?

Or, uh, was he just lying to you
this whole time?

No. The guy I talked to was
genuinely afraid for his life.

Something's off.

You know, I think
this was made to seem old.

Patched bullet holes.

The whole
office was staged.

Devon wasn't lying.

And if this place was
completely cleaned up

in a matter of
hours, then...

We're dealing with
some serious pros.

Hey, Harry,
what you got for us?

So I tried pulling the footage

from the area surrounding
Devon's work.

The operative word being "try."

What was the problem?

Every last street-cam

facing Devon's building
was somehow

turned off an hour before

and two hours directly
after the attack took place.

Wait, are you saying
we're completely in the dark

about who's behind this?

Well, no, I didn't say that.

So, across the street,

where the cams were
still functioning,

I managed to spot a ghost
walking away from the building

an hour and a half
after the attack took place.

A ghost, as in--

This person knew the exact area

that the street cams covered

and was careful to avoid it.

But not careful enough.

I caught him in a reflection
on a parked car.

Was it clear enough
for you to get an ID?

No, not with the naked eye,

but I'm using
an AI-based program

to try to enhance it,
just hold tight.

Yeah, okay. There it is.

Okay.

Sending you
the reconstructed image.

What? You recognize him?

Colton Fisk.
Fisk?

You mean the guy that got
all those agents killed

the last time
you worked with him?

Yeah, that's him.

Rob...

Is it possible that Colton Fisk
is responsible for all this?

Seriously, Rob, how well
do you know this Fisk guy?

I don't.

But I did some recon
after I met him.

The guy's a ghost.
Mm-hmm.

One thing I do know...
Yeah?

He didn't hesitate to
put my life in danger,

all over some stupid test.

Ringing endorsement
of his moral code.

It's the CIA.

You don't get to his level
with a moral code. True.

And we both know
the CIA is capable of

this kind of cover-up.

Thing is,
Bishop trained Fisk.

Same as me.

Would Bishop put
that much faith

in someone who would order
this kind of massacre?

People change, Rob.

That's why I can't
rule Fisk out.

I got to get him face-to-face
and demand some answers.

Needed that. Oh...

Same time next week?
Yes, sir.

Love you, baby.
Love you too, bro.

Manny!

Hey.

All right.

Hold that.
Keep the pressure.

911.

911? I need an ambulance.

GSW corner of 5th and Clinton.

I got you, brother.
I got you.

You understand
this is not how

our arrangement works,
right, Mall Cop?

I call you when I need you,

not the other way around.

I don't have time
for your nonsense.

Why were you at the scene
of a mass murder today?

How'd you know that?

I'm not taking questions--

Keshegian must've spotted me.

Bishop was right,
he's pretty good.

Keep Bishop's name
out your mouth.

Especially when you try
to hold it over my head.

I get it.

I wouldn't want to be
reminded, either.

Bishop knew the risk
he was taking

when he got on that plane.

Man never did a damn thing
he didn't want to.

That's why I respected him.

So miss me with the guilt.

Fair enough.

Now stop deflecting
and answer my question.

I hate to disappoint you,

but I had zero to do
with what happened

at that office today.

Oh, you just happened to be
in the neighborhood.

I picked up some
background chatter

about some kind of incident.

I went down there to see,

only to find what
I'm assuming you did--

that the place had
already been cleaned.

By professionals who knew
what they were doing.

Like the CIA.

I just told you,
the Company had

no involvement
in any of this.

I'm just supposed to take your
word for that and walk away.

No, I want you to stay

and help me figure out
who's behind this.

You want us
to work this together?

"Want" is kind of a
polite way of putting it.

I mean, do I really
need to remind you

about your obligation

to your former
employer?

Fine.

But only because
you might be useful to me.

So, how'd you hear
about this, anyway?

You just, uh, happened to
be in the neighborhood?

Need to know.

And you don't.

You're helping someone.

There was a survivor.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You really
don't trust me, do you?

I'm still waiting for a reason.

I will share this...

My sources say this is the guy
who shot up the office.

He's standing
outside a police station.

Most likely waiting
for your client to show up.

Do you know him or not?

He's not in the system.

Carlos Ruiz.

You do know him.

We've crossed paths.

He's Nicaraguan Army,
Special Forces.

Nicaraguan Army?

What do they have
to do with this?

That's what Carlos is gonna
tell us when we find him.

Okay, so-- if I'm Carlos,

and I'm waiting
for a scared civilian

to show their face,

where do I go?

His apartment.

Let's go,
Mall Cop.

Pulse is weak and thready.

He's gonna be okay?

He's gonna make it, right?

You really trust Fisk
enough to work with him?

No.

But that's not the nature of
my arrangement with the CIA.

Well, Rob, maybe it's time
for a new arrangement.

Yeah, it was one thing
working with Bishop,

but this guy--
It's okay.

I think Fisk knows more
than he's letting on.

This way I get to find out what.

Okay, uh,
what's the plan?

I'm on the way
to our client's apartment.

I think the shooter
might be waiting there.

How is Devon, anyway?

He's better now that
I brought his mother

to the safe house with him.

I mean, he's still
understandably freaked out

that someone tried to kill him
and we have no idea why.

Well, not no idea.

Did you find something?

Maybe. I did a deep dive

into Devon
and his coworkers.

There's no red flags.

And then I started looking into
the dealings of his company.

Marine biology research, right?

Yeah. So I hacked into
the company's cloud

and, uh, scoured the employees'
Internet search history,

and while most of it was
just environmental stuff,

one search did stand out.

How so?

This one employee, Frank Terry,

seemed to be focused
on South America

while everybody else's research
was North America-based.

And then, 45 minutes after
his last search inquiry,

the bad guys show up.
What was the search?

Three words--
Nicaragua, power, stone.

Fisk ID'd the guy
we're looking for

as Nicaraguan Special Forces.

Well, that can't be
a coincidence.

Nicaragua. Power. Stone.

What, specifically, was
that employee researching?

It's hard to say.

But I think
he was just starting.

And somebody didn't
want him to finish.

I just arrived
at Devon's apartment.

Be careful, Rob.

You still don't know
who you're dealing with.

Yeah, well...
neither do they.

Code name.

Blue Star checking in.

Status?
Urgent.

There's another player involved.

Abort. Return to checkpoint.

Copy on abort.

Returning to checkpoint.

Don't worry, they won't see me.

Carlos.

Damn it, Fisk.

We were supposed
to question him!

When he drew on me,
I had no choice.

It was kill
or be killed.

Oh, come on, you think
I shot him on purpose?

I want answers
as much as you do.

Okay.

Then let's get some.

All right.

Last call he made was
about five minutes ago.

What are you doing?

They're gonna know
someone's onto them. Yeah.

They're gonna know
when Carlos doesn't check in,

because you killed--

Code name?

Code name--

You hear that?

American accent. Strange.

American passport.

Forgery is perfect.

No one would be able
to tell this isn't real.

Only one place I know puts
out fakes of this quality...

...is Langley.

This guy worked for the CIA.

Hey, I thought
we were friends.

What are you talking
about, Harry?

So I, uh, traced that number

from your Nicaraguan
buddy's phone

and it led me to the one place
that could get me

thrown back in the joint--
Langley.

Are you sure?

Yeah.
No, I like my life.

And I intend to keep it,
so I've gone to extreme measures

to make sure that I'm alerted

anytime I'm anywhere
near a CIA server.

Once I started tracking
this number,

my system went berserk.

I'm so sorry, Harry.

I was blindsided, too.

I thought you said
the CIA wasn't involved.

We're not.
At least not officially.

Okay, you got about five
seconds to start talking.

And then you can take
your arrangement--

15 years ago,
the Company initiated

a black ops program
called Nomad.

Whose purpose was?

Destabilize global hotspots.

Create power vacuums
when it was in our interest.

Create chaos.

What the CIA does best.

It was mostly
false flag operations.

Nomad would hire mercs
from country A

to attack country B
who would think that it was

an act of sanctioned
aggression by country A.

The way the Company
starts wars.

And exactly
the kind of gutless

but effective program
that you would approve of.

I did, at first.

But the people running Nomad

were reckless, impatient.

You mean you couldn't
control them.

Bombings and assassinations
became their go-to methods

to achieve faster results.

But there was too much
collateral damage.

As soon as I discovered
what was happening,

I shut the program down.

So you think
Nomad has been reactivated.

I've had my suspicions
for some time.

Well, when were you gonna
share them with me?

I'm sharing them with you now.

I just needed
some kind of confirmation.

Like a Nicaraguan soldier
with ties to Langley.

Exactly like that,
but what I don't understand

is who has revived the program
and what are they planning.

Are you saying that
the CIA doesn't know

that Nomad is back
up and running?

I certainly hadn't
heard about it.

Director Platt's in town
for a meeting at the U.N.

I'm seeing him first thing
in the morning.

I will brief you
as soon as I get answers.

Auntie!

I got red velvet cake
from Melba's!

Ooh, I see you,
Aunt Vi.

Little cake before your date?

No. I'm gonna have
my dessert later.

Oh.

Mm. Okay.

So, uh, where are you
and Trish going?

New play at the
Golden Theatre.

Okay. Well,
Tell her I said hi.

You know I will.

What are you gonna do?

Smash this cake
and catch up on some shows.

All right, then.

Good night.

What you
grinning about?

Hey, easy.

Try not to move.

Nurse?

Manny.

You see the shooter?

Nah...

Are you in
some kind of trouble?

I did get into it
with a guy at the gym.

Give me a name.
Lo-Lo.

He's a dealer.
He was...

...pressing one of my fighters.

Sorry, Detective, I need
you to step into the hall.

I'll be right outside.

Shawn.
Uncle Marcus?

I'm so sorry.

Where is he?

Getting his
vitals checked,

but he appears
to be stable.

So, he's gonna live?

Yeah, doctors think so,

but he's not out
of the woods yet.

A'ight, I'm off.

Look, I only came to make
sure he was gonna live.

Shawn,
he's your father.
And?

What, what?
I'm supposed to be

all broken up because
he's in a bad spot?

Where was he when me and
my mom were struggling?

I'll tell you where.
At that damn gym.

Trying to help everybody
in the neighborhood

except for us.

Hey.

About time
you decided to show up.

I guess you don't
trust me to brief you

on my convo with
the director, huh?

I don't trust you, period.

Colton. The director
is ready to see you.

Thanks Di.
Owe you big-time.
Oh, please.

After all the favors you've
done me over the years?

The Nomad project?
Are you sure?

All signs point to it.

If you're right,

and anyone
finds out about this,

the blowback on the Company
would be disastrous.

And innocent lives
would be lost.

If they're planning
a false flag attack,

we have to stop it.

And you don't know
who's behind it?

Not yet. But I will.

Well, whoever it is,
they're missing an operative.

So they probably know
someone's onto them.

Which means
if we don't move fast,

they might close up shop
and disappear.

Smoke them out.

Put an end to this.

I'm sure Tate
will be your first stop.

Ian Tate?

As in Tate
Military Group?

You know him?

Only that any time

his private army
gets called in,

it leads to bloodshed.

How is he involved?

Tate is the original founder
of the Nomad project.

He also hates my guts.

Because you're the one
who shut Nomad down

and got him kicked
out of the CIA.

Well, guess it's time
for a reunion.

Morning, chief.
How you feeling?

Feeling good.

It's just Shawn
I'm worried about.

Ah, all that stuff he was
saying? He didn't mean it.

No, he meant it.

I mean, granted,
he's only getting

half the story
from his mother, but...

...I deserve it.

I pushed that boy hard...

till I guess I just
pushed him away.

And my father was tough on me,
so I was tough on him.

You know,
right before my dad died,

he finally told me
about all the crap

he dealt with
growing up in the South.

I knew it was bad, but...

...nobody should have
to endure that.

I never knew that.

Me, either.

I guess that was
his way of...

...trying to apologize.

Never had a way to deal
with all that trauma,

so he just poured it onto me.

I just wish I knew...

...'cause I might have found
a way to forgive him.

No way you would've known.

Just how they were back then.

I didn't have to pass it on.

Hey, our fathers were the same
and look at you.

You found a way not to pass
that on to your boys.

Maybe it's not too late
for you and Shawn.

Yeah, I hope so.

If he can find a way
to get past all that anger,

I'd love to get another shot.

I just hate that
I never had a chance

to reconcile with my father

before it was too late.

But sitting in this hospital,
I know for sure life is short.

Yeah.

Go, go, go!

Move, move!

Hold your fire!

It's not smart for you and
your friend to be here, Fisk.

Neither is
using live ammo

for a training exercise.

We train how we fight.

The enemy doesn't use blanks,
neither do we.

Besides, my men have
the best body armor

on the planet.

What the hell?

Not the time.

You're insane.

Nah, I'm just impatient.

What are you doing here,
Colton?

I have intel suggesting

the Nomad project
has been reactivated.

That doesn't answer
my question.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?

You've got a lot
of nerve showing up here,

accusing me,
after what you pulled.

Do you or don't you
have an op planned

involving Nicaragua?

Nicaragua?
You listen to me.

That lithium mine
is ours.

Lithium?

I got customers willing
to pay me top dollar

to secure that mine.

So whatever Nomad knockoff
the CIA deployed,

you tell them to back off
or I'll make the old program

look like a daycare center.

You guys have 60 seconds
before bullets start flying.

You think Nomad's after
that lithium?

Fits their MO.

Use a false flag op to trigger
an invasion of Nicaragua.

But how does that
benefit their program?

Rogue operations
need two things--

money and power.

Access to that lithium mine
gives them both.

But which country are
they trying to mobilize?

That's the question, isn't it?

I'm gonna take this intel
back to Platt

and see if he can help us
make sense of it.

Let me guess.

You're gonna keep me posted.

The director will speak
much more frankly

if an outsider isn't there.

You left the Agency.

Okay.
We'll do it your way.

Okay, so the search that
triggered the office massacre

was "Nicaragua,"
"power," and "stone."

But if this is all about
controlling that lithium mine

in Nicaragua,
could power be lithium?

Yeah, power
as in batteries?

I mean, you need lithium
to power electric vehicles.

That's on the verge of becoming
a trillion-dollar industry.

So the mine is priceless.

Okay. So, then,
what does stone signify?
Wait a minute.

You got something?
Yeah, maybe.

So I've been looking into
conflicts involving Nicaragua.

Turns out they have
a long-standing feud

with Honduras.

Just recently,
Nicaraguan troops

just torched
an entire village in Honduras

just across the border

and the Nicaraguan government
is totally denying it.

So, a Nomad
false flag attack?
Yeah, maybe.

But why would Nomad try
to provoke Honduras?

They don't have
a military strong enough

to invade Nicaragua.

Nope, but the U.S. does.

We're involved in
that area, aren't we?

Politically, uh, the U.S.
strongly condemned the attacks

and issued sanctions.

But no military response.

No. They sent
some troops down there,

but so far,
no military intervention.

Who's in charge of the U.S.
troops deployed in that area?

Huh, what do you know?

General Maxwell Stone.

Stone! That's it.
That's the third word.

They're gonna take out
General Stone

to provoke the U.S.
into invading Nicaragua.

All for control
of a lithium mine.

Where's General Stone now?

New York.
Landed three hours ago.

Nomad is planning
a false flag attack

right here in New York City.

We need to warn General Stone
that his life is in danger.

No way
he'll listen to us.

But he will listen to Fisk.

Hey, McCall.
Fisk, you were right.

Nomad is planning
a false flag attack,

but this time,
it's not overseas.

It's here in New York.
What?

Are you sure?

They're gonna assassinate
General Maxwell Stone.

Of course. His stance
on the regional conflict.

If there's even
a sliver of a chance

you're right,
we have to act immediately.

Which starts with
warning Stone.

Except we can't call him
'cause if Nomad's

been targeting him,
they're gonna be

totally up on
his communications.

And if they realize
we're onto them,

it might force their hand.

We've got to warn him
in person.

I'll meet you there.

If Nomad is gonna
make this look like a

Nicaraguan-orchestrated attack,

you figure they're going to use
some agents from that region.

Yeah, mercs like Ruiz.

Harry,

see if you can find
a record of any Nicaraguan

nationals entering
the country.

I'll run facial rec
on all plane,

private jet and boat arrivals.

Yeah,
maybe we'll get lucky.

Yeah, maybe.

You see him?
Not yet.

He's by the elevators.

General.
Stand down.

As you were.

General Stone, I don't
have time to explain to you

who am I
or how I know this,

but your life is in danger.

What have you heard?
We have intel

that rogue U.S.
intelligence agents,

posing as
Nicaraguan nationals,

are planning to assassinate you
to incite war in the region.

I'm supposed to just
take your word for it?

She's telling the truth, General.

We have a high-level
CIA agent.

He'll be here any minute
to verify all this.

In the meantime,
we need to get you

to a secure location.

Ma'am, I've seen combat
on four continents.

If I ran every time
someone threatened me--

Sir, with all
due respect,

on the chance
that she's right,

we need to
take this seriously

until we can assess
the credibility of the threat.

I'm not going anywhere
till I speak to this CIA agent.

Let me get his ETA.

Come on, Fisk...

Any luck?
He's not picking up.

You guys... Harry.

I'm not sure Fisk is coming.
What you mean?

Whoever revived Nomad
has got to know about

the imminent attack
on General Stone.

All right? So I started

looking into Ian Tate
on the off chance

that he wasn't being 100% honest

when he told you and Fisk
he wasn't involved.

So Tate is behind this?

No, I didn't find

anything linking him
to the current operation,

but I found a lot of records
about the original Nomad.

Well, that's not surprising.
He founded it.

Well, actually,
he cofounded it, right?

And you know who with?

Fisk.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

So why would he hide
that information from us?

Unless...
Unless he was playing you

the whole time.

He never gave me a damn thing
unless I forced his hand.

Ruiz being an agent.

The existence of
the Nomad project.

He was on his way
to the director's office

by himself
until I ambushed him.

If Fisk is involved,

and he knows
that you're with the general,

then you could be
walking into an ambush.

Okay, I would, I would get--

Harry?

Someone must be jamming it.

The hotel staff.

They're all Nomad agents.

Gun!

On me!

Move, move!

Go! Go!

We got to get the general
out of here!

And leave you here?
No way!

Look, we got to
keep him alive.

All right? I'll lay down
cover fire. Go.

I'll be back
as soon as I can.

Now.

General,
let's go, go, go!

What happened?

Fisk happened.

Hey, Fisk...

Are you kidding?

You founded the Nomad project.

I'm having trouble
hearing you, Mall Cop.

"Thanks for saving my ass,"
is that what you just said?

I wouldn't have needed saving
if you were there on time.

Where the hell were you?
Testing out a theory.

What theory?
I had a suspicion

that Director Platt was
behind Nomad's reactivation,

but I needed to find out.

So I took your call about
General Stone in front of him.

You wanted to show him
we were getting close.

If he tried to stop you,

then you would know
he was in on it.
Which he was.

And he did.
He sent a team after me.

Which is why you were late.

So, what happened
to the team he sent?

Fisk happened, huh?
Mm.

I was ready for them.

You think I, uh, carry
a flamethrower around

with me just in case?

Nothing you do
would surprise me.

And that's not a compliment.

So, now what?

I notify the families of the
people Ruiz killed yesterday.

Tell them just enough
to give them closure.

I'll do the same
with your client,

if you trust me enough
to let me know where he is.

You do trust me
now, don't you?

More than I did,

which is not
saying much.

But what about Nomad?

We have to make sure
it's shut down.

Permanently.

Don't worry.

After a failure that colossal,
anyone involved with Nomad

will do whatever they can
to distance themselves.

And whoever winds up getting
blamed will go to ground.

And Director Platt?
We need to bury him.

Ain't gonna happen.

So, you're just gonna
let him get away with it?

He's the head
of the CIA.

You don't bury him.
He buries you.

But he'll behave.

Just knowing I
know what happened

will keep him in line.

You mean
it'll give you leverage.

Checks and balances.

It's what our constitution
is based on, right?

You may be happy
playing those games...

...but I'm not.

You have a chip in
the big game, Mall Cop.

Don't do anything rash.

Hey, what
do you think?

I'm debuting this
sweater tonight.

I don't know,
it feels a little, uh...

outré,
even for me, no?

You know what?
What?

I'd like it better
if it was, um...

in a pile on the floor
with the rest of your clothes. Wow.

Mm-hmm.
Uh, you know,
we can, uh, stay in.

I'm not here.
I'm not nauseous.

Uh, hi. Hey.

Uh, did you, uh, get
that file I sent you?

I did. Great job.
All right. You were right.

Everything of Platt's was
on his own private cloud,

not on the CIA server.

It's all in the file.

I mean, it's better
than a signed confession.

Did you get it
over to them?

Me? Leak classified intel?

The question is,
will they run it?

Oh, we're about to find out.

News alert.

In a still developing story,
anonymous sources confirmed

that an illegal CIA program

has been caught
targeting American citizens

right here on U.S. soil,

all with the blessing of
CIA Director Thomas Platt.

I don't believe it.

The program known as Nomad...

Oh, like clockwork.

Fisk.
Yeah.

Someone's been busy.

Say what you got
to say, Fisk.

What does it matter?

Nomad's been exposed,
Director Platt's gonna resign.

You got what you wanted.
I hope you're happy.

I'm happier than I was
ten minutes ago.

No, I get it.

End of the day, we all have
our conscience to live with

and now you can live with yours.

So, you're not upset
about your coveted leverage?

As the old saying goes, you
can't always get what you want.

Quite the sob story, right?

Except we both know
that your old friend

Assistant Director Greene
will probably be named

the new CIA director.

You think?

Bodes well for you.

Seeing how she owes you

for all those favors
you did for her.

You know what
your problem is, Mall Cop?

Enlighten me, bro.

You think too much.

Got to lighten up.

Have a beer.

You've earned it.

Well, thanks for
your permission.

But my day's not over yet.

I have one more stop to make.

Great, thanks.
Coming right up.

Are you sure?

It's definitely over?

You don't have to be
afraid anymore.

But the people
looking for me...?

They've been brought
to justice.

All of them.

I still don't understand
what happened.

Why it happened. Listen...

I don't have all
the answers, Devon.

All I can say is that,
in the end,

it had nothing
to do with you.

Now, if that sounds crazy,
it's because it is.

Sorry.

Move.

Listen...

My father used
to say to me,

we can't control the
things that happen to us.

Just the way
we react to them.

There you go.

You've got a new
lease on life.

I hope you make
the most of it.

Thank you.

Really.

Thank you.

♪ Many rivers to cross... ♪

Congrats, Big Ben.

What's the plan,
now that you're a free man?

♪ My way over... ♪

Never seeing
your ugly ass again.

No offense.

♪ Wandering, I am lost ♪

♪ As I travel along ♪

♪ The White Cliffs of Dover ♪

♪ Many rivers to cross ♪

♪ And it's only my will ♪

♪ That keeps me alive... ♪
Call you a ride?

Nah.

I'm good.

♪ And I merely survive ♪

♪ Because of my pride... ♪

Need a lift?

Told you I didn't
need anything.

Well, I'm here anyway.

Get in.

♪ To be on your own ♪

♪ My woman left
and she didn't say why ♪

♪ Well, I guess I... ♪

What are you doing here?

With Mom out of town,
I figured you needed a ride.

I was fine with walking.

Twenty-three miles?

Like I said, I was fine.

But, since you insist,
you can drop me

at the halfway house
on 57th.

I could do that.

Or...

...we could stop
at the bar.

Is that my pool cue?

You kept it?

So, what do you think?

Shoot a few games,

catch up?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

♪ Wandering, I am lost ♪

♪ As I travel alone. ♪

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