All language subtitles for The Equalizer S03E15 No Way Out

Previously on The Equalizer...

People don't show up
at shooting ranges on a whim.

Can I ask you what happened?

Mom!
Robyn!

Mom!
No!

If you want to get better,
listen to Manny. He's the truth.

No business is conducted
near my gym ever.

This ain't over, old man.

Manny!

(groans)

Did you see the shooter?
No.

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

DANTE:
Give me a name.

MANNY:
Lo-Lo.

(dance music playing)

I just...

(indistinct chatter,
laughter)

But, uh...
Oh, my God.

That is the most fun
I have had in ages.

I'm so glad you finally
came out with us, Angie.

Oh, me, too.
It's just been so hard

to get out these days,
with the kid and all.

Another reason why I'm happy
to keep singling and mingling.

Okay? (laughs)

Oh, God, I...
I need to get home.

Oh, what?
Oh.

Come grab a bite
with us.
No, no, no.

Rain check, okay?

Mwah.
Mwah.

Do you want us to walk you
to your train, Angie?

No, no, no, it's just
a couple blocks away.

Mwah. Love you guys.
Bye.

(car door opening)

(car door bell dinging)

(car door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

(panting)

Don't hurt me!

Please! (screams)
Shut up! Come here!

* *

Morning.
Morning.

Have a wonderful day all.
I will see you all tonight.

Where are you off to?

My weekly massage with Angie.

Oh! Can't take care
of everybody else

if you don't take care
of yourself.

Hey, self-care
is self-love.

ROBYN:
True that.

How is Angie anyway? She still
working out of her house?

No, she's working
full-time out of a spa now.

Oh, come on,

cucumber water!

Well, um, just go easy
on the eucalyptus oil.

My eyes are still burning
from the last time.

Yeah, well, you're gonna have
to deal with it because I am

getting the works today.

Go pamper yourself, Auntie.

You deserve it.
You got that right.

(Vi and Delilah laughing)

Hey, what you doing today? You
got time to hang with your mom?

I'm sorry.
Uh, Vera and I are actually

gonna go thrifting
after school, so...

Oh, that's a shame...

because I haven't forgotten
my promise

to help train you, and I thought

today might be
a great day to do...
You know what?

I mean, I'm sure
Vera won't mind rescheduling.

Well, in that case, meet me at
Meyers and Linden after school.

So, what are we working on?

Strike combos? Takedowns?

(laughs)
You'll see.

Hey, Vi.

So, how was your week?

It was good.

I think I might be
getting through to my students.

One of 'em actually paid me
a compliment.

It was well-deserved, I'm sure.
How about you?

Well, Craig turned eight
this week.

Eight?
Mm-hmm.

No.
Yes.

Let me see that. (gasps)

Oh, how is the cutie doing?

He is growing like a weed!

I know.

Okay, well, I think
the room is almost ready.

And we going deep tissue
with eucalyptus today?

Yes. The more, the better.

Hey, what happened there?
You all right?
Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

The-the porch was wet
after the rain a few nights ago,

and I slipped,
but really, it's nothing.

May I?
(sighs)

(gasps)
Angie,

you've got to get
this looked at.

Yeah, I-I will.
No.

Today.
My schedule is packed.
I can't just leave.

I'm sure your clients will
understand. I'll take you.
No.

Vi, please. Thank you.

Ah, there's my princess.

Doug.

What are you doing here?
Well, can't a guy bring

his beautiful wife
her favorite food for lunch?

Oh.

That's so sweet
of you, Doug. Thank you.

Uh, you remember Vi,

long-time client?
Viola Marsette.

Yeah. Yeah, hi.

I was just trying to convince
your wife to go see a doctor.

Really?

Why?

Angie, show him.

Mm.
Oh, honey,

I had no idea.

Yeah, guys, really,
it's-it's okay.

I'm-I'm sorry.
Viola's right.

Now go tell
your manager.

I'm taking you
to the doctor right now.

That's all there is to it.

Okay.

(phone ringing)
ROBYN: Hey, Aunt Vi.

How was the massage? Should I
open up all the windows?

I never got that far. Angie had
to leave to go to the doctor.

Oh, no.

She okay?

Her arm was badly bruised,
and given

how swollen it was,

I'd say
it might even be broken.

But you know what's odd?

Her husband stopped by
with lunch,

and he claimed he didn't know
anything about it.

Any reason she would hide
an injury from her husband?

Not that I know of, but...

You think
there's something else

going on?

I don't know.
Doug seemed genuinely concerned.

But Angie was so weird
around him.

She... she was almost--
I don't know-- scared.

You suspect
there's abuse involved?

I don't know.

I'm probably just overreacting.
ROBYN: Or maybe you're not.

You have good instincts,
Aunt Vi. You should trust them.

Okay, so what do I do?

Call Harry, ask him
to look into the husband.

Abusers don't turn violent
overnight.

Maybe there's a history.

Okay, Douglas Novack
married Angie Martin

in San Francisco in 2013,

Works for a

medical instruments firm.

He moved to New York
two years ago for the job.

By all accounts,
he's a valued employee.

You know, works hard,
recently promoted.

What about his past?

Any violent behavior, arrests,

restraining orders?

Nothing here,
but sometimes

records like that are sealed.

Or if he abused someone
who didn't press charges,

then, there would be no record
of it at all.

HARRY:
Yeah, I mean, I'll keep digging,

uh, but the picture I'm getting
is the exact opposite.

What do you mean?

He, uh, volunteers
for several non-profits,

he coaches his kid's
soccer team,

he organizes father-son camping
weekends. I mean, the guy is

one puppy-adoption drive away

from being voted
Father of the Year.

Or he's overcompensating
for bad behavior.

I don't know.
Maybe I'm wrong.

He sounds like
a really great guy.

No.

You know who else seemed
like a great guy?

This doctor, a close friend of
mine from high school married--

Tracy Rivera.

We were all
so thrilled for her,

but then, I started
noticing bruises.

And then, she wouldn't
come out with us.

And then, she stopped
returning my calls.

And then, her number changed.

By the time I got it together
to go over there

and ask her about it,
she was gone.

Moved away months ago,
her neighbor said.

Once in a while,

I check the obituaries.

But, no.

She just disappeared.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know
about any of that.

It happened before I met you.

I just wish

I'd done something sooner.
Well, look.

I-I-I'm gonna keep looking.

If there's anything in
this guy's past, I'll find it.

VI:
Thanks, Harry.

Yeah.

Hey!

(scoffs)
Where did you come from?

I've been watching you
for the last ten minutes.

You just
didn't see me.
Whoops.

Yeah. You have to be

hyper-aware of your surroundings
at all times.

And that's what today's
training is gonna be about.

Situational awareness--
cornerstone of self-defense.

Well, you can start by
retiring this for the day.

Jackson, thanks
for meeting me.

No problem.

What you wanted
to talk with me about?
Lo-Lo.

Man, I don't know any Lo-Lo.

Really? You don't know
the guy who was

making you deliver his packages

before Manny got him
off your back?

(sighs)
What about him?

I'm trying to find him.

Seems he's a hard man
to track down.

Yeah, I don't mess
with him anymore.

Come on.

You worked for him.
You must know where he hangs,

where he operates out of.

I was a delivery boy.

Are you serious?

This lowlife tried
to kill Manny,

the one person
who believes in your future,

and you're protecting him?

Look, man, straight up?

I'm scared, all right?

I love Manny,
but everybody knows

Lo-Lo shot him,
and I ain't trying to be next.

That's exactly why I need
to find him so that you

and everybody else
in the neighborhood don't have

to walk around in fear.

I wasn't lying when I said

I don't know where to find him.

Dude's always
moving around.

Any info will help.

I overheard him once

talking about
some of his spots.

Some-some girl's house
in Queens,

an underpass in a park he likes
to use, and, um, his aunt

got a spot in Bushwick.

Details. Put it all down for me.

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

Vi. What are you doing here?

I hope I'm not
overstepping.

I just thought I'd...
I'd check on you.
Oh.

That's so nice of you.

Thank you. I'm fine.

So what did the doctor say?

Just like I thought--
a-a bruise,

and he gave me some Tylenol
and sent me home.

Really?

With all that swelling?

Which doctor did you go to?

(sighs)

Look, Vi,
I appreciate your concern,

I-I really do, but showing up
like this, interrogating me--

it's too much.
I don't mean

to pry really, but...

could I just come in
for a minute to talk?

No. I-I told you
I slipped in the driveway.

I'm fine. Just leave it alone.

Yes, but...

...you said
you slipped on your porch.

(door opens)

Detective Dante.

Come on in.
How are you settling in,
Captain?

Adjustment's not so bad.

You know, turns out we're
enforcing the same laws here

as we did at my last gig.
(laughs)

Glad to hear it.
If there's anything you need

to help with the transition,

don't hesitate to ask.

Actually, you can answer
something for me.

How has this precinct
gone so long

without a commanding officer?

I'm not sure.

Fortunately, we don't have
to worry about that anymore.

(laughs)
Your reputation for charm
is well-earned, I see.

But not something
I'm susceptible to.

Yes, ma'am.

Mm.
(knocking)

Excuse me, Captain. Dante,

there's a woman out front
here to see you.
Thanks, Eva.

Tell the desk sergeant
to bring her back.

I'll be right there.

(door closes)

Looks like
we both got work to do.

Oh, and just so you know,

I'll be conducting a full
evaluation of the department.

Some changes on the horizon?

Not if everything is running
at max efficiency.

That's all, Detective.

Yes, ma'am.

(door closes)

Ms. Marsette.
Detective.

Have a seat.

Thank you for taking
the time to see me.

Robyn told me a little about

what's going on
with your friend Angie.

Did she tell you
that her husband hurt her?

Oh, no, she'd never
admit that, but

her injuries and her behavior
show all the signs

of an abusive relationship.

Not surprising,
Angie's protecting her abuser.

I have way too much experience
with this.

We get over 600
domestic violence calls a day.

Is there anything
that you can do to help her?

Unfortunately,
the way it works,

the burden is on Angie
to press charges.

She won't talk to the cops.

Then I'm afraid
our hands are tied.

If you want to help your friend,

you have to get her
to talk to us.

Here you go.
All right, thank you.

Thanks.

Whoa. Never sit with
your back to the room.

All right.

Now, the first thing I do when
I walk into a space like this,

you identify your exits.

Okay. There.

And... there.
Good.

Then you watch and listen
with your entire body.

For instance, that woman there--
what's her story?

Uh, I'm-I'm not
really sure.

Well, look
at her non-verbal cues.

What's she saying?

She looks anxious,
uncomfortable, like

she's waiting to meet someone
that she's not excited to see.

An ex?
Could be, but look at the way

she's dressed. She wants to
impress, but it's not romantic.

Her outfit is expensive,

but look just behind the collar.

The price tag?
She wants to give off
an air of wealth.

My guess would be

an old friend
with a new zip code.

(door bell jingles)

WOMAN:
Emily, hi.

Hi.

(quiet chatter)

See, sometimes
it's about what doesn't belong.

And listen, even if you can't
figure it out right away,

always trust your gut.

If it's telling you
that something is off,

it probably is.

Thank you for making the time
to train me.

Really means a lot.

I will always make time for you,
no matter what.

Angie, I know you're in there.

Angie?

Please open the door.
(doorbell rings)

What do you want?
I said I'm fine.

There's something I need to
tell you, something important.

I don't know how
to make this any clearer,

but I do not need you
to worry about me.

This isn't about you.

It's about me.

His name was Charles.

I met him when I was
a young art student

traveling through Europe.

He was handsome, smart,

thought I was the most beautiful
woman in the world. Oh.

I was so hooked, I was ready
to follow him anywhere.

And then, one night,

a lovers' spat...

turned into

a night of terror

that I will never forget.

He was ashamed, and...

begged for my forgiveness.

Swore up and down that...

...that it would
never happen again.

And it didn't
because I'd made up my mind

the first time he hit me
would be the last.

And so you left him?

Yes.

Took all of my strength.

(inhales sharply) Strength
I didn't even think I had.

I just want to help you

the way...

the way I wish
someone would have helped me.

Okay.

Doug hits me sometimes.

But it's not his fault.

You know, he's...

He gets so stressed out by work,
and then...

And then, on the weekends,
he's trying to be

a good dad to Craig, and-and
he's got his community work,

um, to keep our
groundwater safe.

And you have no idea how much
toxic waste is disposed of...

Angie, none of these things
are an excuse for him

putting his hands on you.
I know.

He's a good man, though.
He's just had a bad childhood.

What about your own boy
and what this is doing

to sweet little Craig?

Doug has never laid a hand
on Craig.

Not yet,
and even if he never does,

what is witnessing this violence
doing to your boy?

What kind of man is Doug
teaching Craig to become?

Craig is never in the room
when Doug gets violent.

I would never allow that.

Children are much smarter
than you think.
Viola,

I cannot leave Doug.

I cannot take Craig away
from his father.

He loves that man,
he worships him.

It would break
both of their hearts.

You have my number.

This is my address
in case things get really bad

and you need a safe place
to stay.

I won't,
but thank you for the offer.

MAN:
Ah, big Lo-Lo.

What up, man?
What up?

(distant chatter, laughter)

(both grunting)

(panting)

Where's Lo-Lo?
Right here.

(guns clicking)

What you want now?

What else he got?

MAN:
Five-O.

Oh, Detective Marcus Dante.

Oh, this about
that washed-up fighter, right?

His name is Manny.

Yeah. Heard what
happened to him.

Damn shame.
Like you had nothing
to do with that.

Well, you got proof?
'Cause if you do, then go ahead.

(others chuckling)

That's what I thought.
MAN:
What should we do with him?

Put him back on the street.

I'll hang onto this badge,
though, and this, too.

Five-O! Freeze! (laughs)

(laughter)

Let's go, fool.

VI:
Hello, Harry.

I'm sorry to say
it's exactly as we feared.

Angie admitted to being abused,
and she refuses to leave him.

Oh, well, maybe
this'll change her mind.

Doug Novack may not have
a dark past, but

Felix White sure does.

He changed his name?

MEL:
Yeah, and it's pretty clear why.
His first wife died

suddenly when she fell down the
stairs and she broke her neck.

Oh, my God. He pushed her?

HARRY:
It was ruled an accident,

but the coroner did
find evidence

of healed arm fractures.

There's no way
Angie knows about this,

but she needs to immediately.

Thank you both.

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(keys jingle)
Well, something smells

even better than these flowers.

Oh.

Hey, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry about your arm.

You know that, right?

Of course I do.

(laughs softly)
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, thank you

for these flowers.
So beautiful.

Why does the meat look funny?

Oh, I'm...

I just got ground turkey instead
of beef. There was a sale,

so I thought I'd just...
You know

we can afford
the real beef, Ange.

You think
I can't provide for you?

No. No.
For this family?

That is not what I meant.
Now, now
you've ruined the sauce.

You know I hate
ground turkey.
Okay. I'm-I'm sorry.

You-You've never complained
when I served it before.

Are you calling me a liar?
No, baby.

(grunts)
(gasps)

Doug, I said

I'm sorry.
Damn right you're sorry.

(grunts)
(shrieks)

(gasping)

Craig, go to your room!

Stop it!

Stop it!
No!

Stop it!
(grunts)

ANGIE:
No! No!

(crying)
No, baby.

Craig. Craig.
Come here. Come here.

No.
No, baby. Come here.

You see what you made me do?!

This is your fault! Your fault!
(choking)

(doorbell rings)

(gasps)
Angie!

Come in, come in.

Are you all right?
(door closes)

I have been calling you
since last night.

Oh, my God.

(sniffles)
We've got to get you

to a doctor.
I don't need a doctor.

I need a way out.

I've got to leave Doug
if I want to keep Craig safe.

I see that now.

I found a safe place
for both you and Craig.

But we've got to go
to the police first.

I know a very nice detective
who can take your statement.

Now? I-I have to pick up
Craig from school soon.

All right, you go get Craig.
I'll meet you at the school,

and we can go
to the precinct from there.

Okay.

(sniffles, sighs)

Thank you.

Detective Dante.

Back so soon.

I'm beginning to think

your caseload is too light.

Actually, Captain,
I need to make a report.

Is it this department's policy
to make verbal reports instead

of utilizing the oh-so-many
designated forms?

This one is
of a sensitive nature.

Go on.

While in pursuit of a suspect,

he and his crew got the drop
on me, and...

And?

They relieved me
of my shield and weapon.

You were trying
to apprehend the suspect?

Where was your backup?
I was off-duty.

What was the name
of the suspect?

Lonnie Lofton,
street name "Lo-Lo."

Why is that name ringing a bell?

Oh, here it is.

A complaint from
Detective Hutchens

about your unwanted
involvement in his case.

His case involved this Lo-Lo?
Yes, Captain, but...

But you disregarded
his request?
If I may, Captain.

The detective who contacted me
hasn't been making this case

the priority it needs to be.
But you can,

because you have
nothing else going on?

The victim of the shooting
is a friend of mine.

Isn't that a major reason
for you not to get involved

in this case?
Respectfully, Captain,
Lo-Lo has been

slinging dope to kids,

and no one's been making a move
to stop him.

Somebody's got to bring him in.
Agreed. But it won't be you.

You are too close
to this, Detective.

I mean, your poor judgment has
demonstrated as much.

But, Captain...
Stay away from this Lo-Lo guy.

Understand?

You still have
your backup piece?

Or did he take that, too?
I still have it.

File the necessary paperwork
on the one they took.

Yes, Captain.

Such a nice day out.

Enjoy it. Take it all in.

The sights, the sounds,
the smells.

Now tell me
one big difference

in situational awareness
between here

and that café.

Out here, you can't sit

with your back to the wall.

That's right. See, inside,

you could limit the scope
of your surroundings

to a 180-degree field of vision.

But when you're on the move,
that 180 turns into a full 360.

That's a lot of ground to cover.

It is, and since you don't have
eyes in the back of your head,

how do you do it?

Well, sights, sounds, smells.

You use your other senses.

Yeah, especially
your hearing.

Listen for changes.

Every environment
has its own rhythm.

Sounds that repeat.

You hear it?

DELILAH:
Hmm. Footsteps.

(bird cooing)

Birds chirping.

(dog barking)

The dog barking.

That's right.

Now, if that beat changes,

that means something
new is happening,

and you have a split-second
to evaluate

whether that change
signifies a threat.

That's a lot to take in.

It is.

And you have to decipher
all that without losing sight

of what's right in front of you.

For example,
that guy.

The big one?
ROBYN:
Mm-hmm.

He looks angry.
Yeah, well,

you don't know whether he's
having a bad day, or whether

he has ill intentions,
and you don't know

what's under his jacket.

So I stay on guard
until after he passes.

What if he doesn't let you pass?
What if he pulls a gun on you

and tries to force you
into a car?

Drop and attack from the ground?
Grab his wrist

and use his momentum
against him? Wait, I know. Um,

attack his soft spots:
eyes, neck, groin.

No, baby girl.

You run!

As far and as fast as you can!

Really?

That guy's got 12 inches
and 150 pounds on you.

Sometimes flight is your
best weapon of self-defense.

Know when to use it.

I guess I have a lot to learn.

(school bell ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

Detective Dante, you didn't have
to meet me down here, you know.

I figured this might be a better
place to take Angie's statement.

The precinct can be
intimidating.

I've seen more than one
abuse victim change their mind

at the last minute.
Um, this way.

WOMAN: Bye. Don't forget to
get your permission slip signed.

GIRL:
I will.

Oh, can I help you?
Hi. I'm Viola Marsette.

This is Detective Dante.

We're here to see
Craig Novack's mother Angie.

I'm afraid she's not here yet.

That's strange. She left to pick
up Craig over 30 minutes ago.

Is she often late
to pick up her son?

Never. The odd thing is, I saw
her waiting outside earlier.

It was about 2:45.

And when the bell rang,
and I brought the kids out,

she wasn't there.

HARRY: All right,
I've got decent coverage

of the school's front
and side entrances.

Aunt Vi told me what's going on.
We're on with her and Dante now.

VI: Oh, Robyn,
I'm so glad you're there.

Of course.
HARRY:
All right.

Think I got her.

Dante, I'm sending you
the feed right now.

(chimes)
HARRY: Teacher was right.
She was standing

right outside the school
before dismissal.

So where did she go?

(electronic squealing)

Wait. Who is that?

Is that him?

VI:
That's Angie's husband.

I'll put out a BOLO.

We got to find her fast.

Doug, do not do this!

No! No!
You thought I wouldn't
find out, huh?

I'm not gonna leave.
You think I'm stupid? Hmm?

Your toothbrush was gone,
Craig's medications.
No. No!

No! No! No!

You want to leave, huh?
You want out?

You want out?!
Please!

This is out.
No!

Aunt Vi.

Oh.
Hey.

Any news on Angie?
Not yet.

Well, don't worry.
We'll find her.

What if we don't?

Stay positive.
We'll find her.

Okay, thanks. Just post
someone there in case they show.

Uni at Doug and Angie's place
says there's no one inside.

Doug's car is still
in the driveway.

Neighbor says
it's been there all day.

So where did he take her?

(phone ringing)

Find something, Harry?

Yeah, we got a ping
from Angie's cell

in Jersey, near East Brunswick,
and it looks like her phone

went dead a few minutes later.
ROBYN:
Jersey already?

MEL:
They're definitely
traveling by car.

But Doug's car's
been home all day.

Harry, does he have any access
to a company car?

HARRY:
No, I already checked.

No cars have been removed
from his workplace.

Wait a minute.
Angie said that Doug volunteers

someplace on the weekend.

A program
that cleans up toxic waste.

ROBYN:
Harry, can you get into

Doug's cell phone records?

Hold on. Okay, uh,
multiple outgoing calls,

uh, made to someplace called
"Clean Ground, Clean Water."

DANTE:
Send me the number.

I'll make the call.

HARRY:
On its way.

Robyn, I'm scared.

What if she's...?

What if we're too late?

Now, in my experience, with guys
like this, it's about power.

They don't just kill.

They want
to make their victims suffer.

Now, as horrible
as that sounds,

it gives me hope
that she's still alive.

DANTE:
Okay.

I spoke to the office manager.

One of their service trucks
is missing.

He says there's also a 55-gallon
oil drum missing, as well.

Oh, no.
ROBYN:
Mel, Harry,

did you hear that?
HARRY: Yeah, loud and clear.

All right.

Ping from her cell came
from East Brunswick.

(pinging)
MEL: There!

A chemical disposal plant

a few exits down the turnpike.

Let's move.
MEL:
We'll meet you there.

(tires squeal)

Stand back.

If she's in one of these drums,
she's gonna run out of air.

Mel, Dante, you search
over there. Harry and I

will search over here.
Angie?
Angie?

HARRY:
Angie?

HARRY:
Angie?

Still nothing!
HARRY:
Angie?

MEL: Angie!
This barrel's been moved
recently.

And it's sealed.

Dante, Mel, over here!

Angie! Angie!

Put her down. Careful.

She's alive!

Oh, thank God.

Okay, Angie, come on.
Wake up, wake up.

Wake up. Angie!
Get those off.

(coughing)
Hey, hey, hey, breathe.

There you go.
You're okay.

You're okay. We got you.
You're safe now.

Okay. Here we are.

Doctor said
you should rest, so,

why don't you lie down

while I put this stuff away?

And you-you promise me
Craig's okay?

Oh, absolutely.

He is safe
with Child Services

until we can
make arrangements

to get you both
into the center.

(gasps)

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you?

Oh, Angie.

You're safe now.

Doug's still out there.

He won't find you here.

I paid cash, I used a fake name.

There's a police officer
downstairs,

and lots more
searching the city for him.

There are?
Yeah.

And they won't stop
until they find him.

(crying)

(sniffles)

And I promise

I will stay with you tonight
and every night

until he's in custody.

You've done so much
for me already. I'd be dead

if it weren't for you
and your friends.

Don't sell yourself short.

You had the courage to
leave an abusive marriage.

The strength
to stay alive in that barrel,

long after others
would have given up.

Craig is all
I thought about in there.

That's what kept me alive.

You know, he's been through
so much already.

I couldn't leave him
without a mother.

He is so lucky to have you.

You don't think
I could see him tonight?

I just really want to hold him.
I know.

But I think it's best
if you laid low tonight.

In the morning, we will
go to Child Services,

and you'll be able
to see him, I promise.

But right now,

you need to rest and to eat.

I don't know about you, but...

I am starving.
(laughs)

I could go
for some comfort food.

Yeah.

Again... thank you.

Yeah.

Any signs of Doug?

Checked under every rock--
his cards,

everything.

Uh, still nothing.
(phone ringing)

All right, well,
keep looking.

Dante, any updates on Doug?

(sighs)
We have every available unit
out looking for him.

If he's anywhere in the
tristate area, we'll find him.

It's possible he's running.

Okay, we got to find this guy.

He's never gonna give Angie
any peace.

Rob, you got
to look at this.

Hold on.

What is it?
That's not good.

That's not good at all.

Be right back. Grabbing a bite.

(garbled radio transmission)

* *

* *

(Angie grunting)

DOUG: You thought
I wouldn't find you?

Angie?

Huh?!
(grunting)

Huh?!

Get away from her!

(groans)

Get over here.

(grunting, muttering)

(choking)

VI: I said
get away from her.

Get out. Now.

Look at you.

Shaking like a leaf.

Don't come any closer.
DOUG: Or what?

You'll shoot me?

We both know you don't have
what it takes.

That's what I thought.

(gunshot)

(gasps)

ROBYN:
Aunt Vi.

It's okay.

Put it down. Take your finger
off the trigger.

It's me.
Look, look at me.

It's me, Aunt Vi.
Let it go.

Let it go.
I'm here.

I'm here. I'm here.
It's okay. It's okay.

(sobs)
Okay, okay.

Okay. You're good.
It's all right.

It's all right.

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

* *

Well, we figured out
how Doug knew she was here.

He bought some Bluetooth
trackers a few months ago.

We found one sewn into
the lining of Angie's purse.

Doug was a monster.

She's gonna need
some time.

She's gonna need
a big support system.

But I think we can
help with that.

Angie?
Yeah.

I want you to
take this card.

What is this?

It's a bank
account number.

Funds have already
been deposited.

Should be enough to help you
get back on your feet.

(sniffling)
I don't know what to say.

Just remember you're
not alone in this.

Ms. Novack.
Yeah.

I can take you to see
your son, if you're ready.

Yes.

VI: You take care
of yourself.

I'll be checking on you.

Thank you.

That was quite an ordeal.

You sure you're okay?

Thanks to you showing up.

So, you want to tell me
how long you've been packing?

Since you were abducted.

Dee's not the only one
who felt the need

to protect herself.
You should've come to me.

But I, I get it.

(Dante speaking quietly nearby)

Are you sure you're okay?

Ms. Marsette, you up for
coming to the station?

Of course.

Can't it wait till tomorrow?
VI: Robyn.

Stop. I'm okay.
I'll take care of him.

Really.

See you at the house.

(sighs)

Hey, you wanted to
show me something?

Yeah.

Okay.

You okay?
Yeah.

Yeah?

I'm happy that we
were able to help Angie.

But you're still thinking
about your friend, Tracy.

I just wish I knew
what happened to her.

Well...

You found her?
Uh-huh.

She's okay.

She and her new husband,
whose last name she took.

Which is why
you couldn't find her.

She looks so happy.

(chuckles softly)
Yeah.

What happened to her ex?

He died in prison last month.

Which is when she,
not coincidentally,

started posting
on social media again.

She finally felt safe.

Yeah.

Thank you.

For finding her.

And for being you.

(phone buzzing)

Jackson, what's up?

JACKSON:
I just got word

that Lo-Lo's leaving town.

He's stopping by
his girl's house

to say goodbye,
and then he's out.

395 Richards Street?

Yeah.

Yo, you didn't hear it from me.

I care about Manny too,
all right?

You get this guy.
Trust me.

I'm taking him down.

You don't have to go.

Why wouldn't I?

(laughter, quiet chatter)

I'll be back, all right?
Going somewhere, Lo-Lo?

Leave him alone!

Go, Lo-Lo!

DANTE:
It's over, Lo-Lo.

Lo-Lo, stop!

(Lo-Lo yells)

(body thuds)

ROBYN:
Hey, Dee.

Hey, Mom.
What's going on?

I'm just down here
keeping an eye on your Aunt Vi.

She's had a rough
couple of days.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

* *

You know, remember
when I told you that

flight can be
your best weapon?

Mm-hmm.
Well, Aunt Vi was
put in a position

where running
was not an option.

What happened?
The details aren't important.

Just that
sometimes in life,

you will have your back
against the wall.

And you will have no choice
but to fight your way out of it.

That's where
training comes in.

And having good people
you can count on.

Like Aunt Vi does.

Like you always will.

It's hard to believe
someone as strong as Aunt Vi

could actually be afraid.

(exhales softly)

Did you ever run away
from danger?

Yes. And I don't mind
admitting it.

Because if I hadn't,

I probably
wouldn't be here today.

And there's nothing
more important to me than that.

I love you.

Oh, I love you, too.
I love you more.

I'm gonna go
get ready for bed.

Yeah.

That sounds like a good plan.

Matter of fact,
I'm gonna join you.

(dish shatters)

You okay?

Fine.

I was, uh...

just putting away
the dishes and it,

it just slipped
right out of my hand.

(stammers)
I don't know what,

what's wrong with me.
It's okay. That's okay.

We'll clean it up later.

Come here.
Come with me.

Come.

Yeah.

Yeah, just sit down.

Sit down.

You want to talk about it?
It might help.

You prepare for something
like that, you...

you do all this training,

you...
Aunt Vi,

pointing a gun at someone
with the intent to kill

can be just as traumatic as
pulling the trigger.

How am I supposed to
take care of...

Dee?

Protect you?

Aunt Vi, you protect us
all the time.

It might not be
in you to kill.

That doesn't make you weak.
That makes you human.

It's a good thing.
It doesn't feel good.

Aunt Vi...

there's enough violence
in the world.

Truth is, I wish
it weren't so...

...easy for me.

I'm so glad
you were there.

I'm so grateful
to be alive.

(crying)

Yeah.

I'm there.

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