All language subtitles for The Equalizer S03E17 Justified

Previously on The Equalizer...

(grunting)

DANTE:
While in pursuit of a suspect,

he and his group
got the drop on me and

they relieved of
my shield and weapon.

Stay away from
this Lo-Lo guy.

Lo-Lo, stop!

(shouting)

Reminds me of
when my dad was killed.

How I waited,
helpless,

for somebody, anybody...

VI:
I know you think that
what happened to

your father that night
was your fault.

But it wasn't.

* *

(Vi laughing)
ROBYN:
Not yet.

(Robyn huffs)

Damn, that was...
Mm-hmm.

Boy, that was good.

I'm full, but I can't
stop eating it.

It's amazing how a meal
can take you back in time.

I just can't believe it took me
this long to get back here.

And you remember
when Daddy tried to

add on some hot sauce?
(laughing)

VI: Yes,
the top came off,

the whole bottle
spilled in his gumbo.

(laughing):
Oh, no!
Oh,

but it didn't slow him down.
VI: Oh, no,
because my brother's

the stubbornest man
on the whole planet.

He's sitting there
and be like... (slurps)

"Mm-hmm, I'm good, no..."
(slurps)

(all laughing)

Sweat pouring off
of his face, but he ate

every last spoonful.

(sighs)

VI:
Oh. He'd be so happy

to see this place
thriving again.

I miss him.

Well, I'm gonna go
to the ladies room

before I leave.

Oh. Me, too.

(music playing softly)

No way.

Marlon Dean.
That you?

(both laughing)

R-Breezy?

Oh!

Man, how long has it been?

Too long.

You know,
the last time I saw you,

you was down there
hot-wiring a Lexus?

Should I go outside and
make sure my car's still there?

From what I recall, you
were right there with me,

doing the same thing.

Yeah, but I never got caught.

Yeah.

Well, you look like you're
still in the game, huh?

Oh, not me, I had
to give that up years ago.

This time, I'm not
into stealing cars.

I'm into detailing them.

You hear of Optimus?

On Atlantic Ave?
That's yours?

Wow.
Biggest car detailing
shop in Brooklyn.

I get to be
around the cars,

get paid.
The right way.

Good for you.

Hey.

You need a wash and wax?

I got you.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

I got to run, but
it was great seeing you.

(exhales softly)

DELILAH:
Oh, I'm so full
I'm gonna pass out.

Aunt Vi.

Did you see who
left this note here?

"You'll find the truth"?

What's that mean?
(door bells jingle)

Robyn?

(traffic passing,
indistinct chatter)

* *

We checked cameras in the
area around the restaurant,

but there doesn't seem
to be much coverage.

Not to mention we have no idea
who we're looking for.

Any idea what the
note could mean?

I mean, "You'll
find the truth"?

Truth about what?

I wish I knew.

I mean, it could be anything.

Or nothing.

Or it could be a trap.

I mean, whoever
slipped you the note

made sure
you couldn't see them.

There has to be
a reason for that.

What about the address?

Well, it's an old
abandoned farmhouse

out in Staten Island.

Looks like it was foreclosed on,
acquired a year ago

by an LLC,
no name for the owner.

I'm gonna go there now.

You sure
you want to do that?

I mean, someone's
basically luring you

to an abandoned farmhouse.

At least let me come with you.

You know, maybe you're right.

I'll hold off till we find out
more

about the place.
HARRY: Okay.

I'll keep digging
and see if I can find

something about
the previous owner.

All right, keep me posted.
(call beeps off)

She's gonna head
over there by herself.

Of course, it's Rob.
Are you kidding?

Yeah.

* *

(birds chirping)

* *

MEL:
Hey, Rob.
Whoa!

It's me, it's me.

What the hell, Mel?

I told you I didn't want you
coming here by yourself.

Where's the trust?

Seriously?

We knew you couldn't
help yourself.

That's the trouble with having
good friends who care about you.

Yeah, I guess.
You find anything yet?

Just this.

Yeah, you head up there.
Let's check it out.

It can't be.

What's wrong?
You recognize this car?

Yeah...

It's my father's car.

It's the one he was killed in
almost 30 years ago.

* *

(indistinct chatter)

Harry says at the time
of your father's murder,

this property was
registered to someone named

Julius McElroy.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Doesn't ring a bell.

But I want to talk to him.

That's not gonna happen.
He died a few years ago.

Look, Harry's still
looking, but so far,

there's no connection
between him and your father.

Hey, you okay?

My father was carjacked.

His body was left
in the street.

I can't imagine
how hard that must've been.

I mean, you were so young.

I was 17.

My father and I had a deal.

If I was drinking too much,
I could just call him,

he would come get me,
no questions asked.

That night, I had been
partying pretty hard.

So I called him.

And when he didn't come,

I thought he was just
teaching me a lesson.

I had to walk home.

But when I got there...

there were all these cops
waiting for me and...

It was the worst night
of my life.

I'm so sorry, Robyn.

I always thought

if I hadn't been partying,

if I hadn't called him,

he wouldn't have been
on that road.

He might still be alive today.

No, you cannot blame yourself
for what happened.

Are you almost finished?

Yes, ma'am.

* *

("Lovely Day" by
Bill Withers playing)

* And I know it's gonna be *

(engine revving)

* A lovely day *
* Lovely day, lovely day... *

Mm... Do you hear that?
Yeah.

That's what 450
horsepower sounds like.

Wow. Man, I can't believe
she's finally done.

I thought
she'd never be ready.
Yeah.

Hard work,
persistence, and you.

Me?

I mean,
I hardly did anything.

You did plenty.

Nah, I don't know
about all that.

Hey, look at me.

Don't minimize
your contributions,

and I mean that with
everything, baby girl.

Huh? If you don't
believe in yourself,

nobody else will.

You were a big
part in this.

And when you set
your mind to something,

there's nothing
you can't do.

Remember that.

* And the world's
all right with me... *

Well...

I made you something
to celebrate.

JOHN:
Mm...

Okay.
(chuckling): Okay.

Here we go.

("Fly, Robin, Fly" by
Silver Convention playing)

Yup.
That's my favorite song.

I know.
All right.
Don't be shy, girl.

(singing along):
* Fly, robin, fly *

(humming)

* Fly, robin, fly *

BOTH:
* Fly, robin, fly *

* Up, up to the sky. *

MEL:
Mind if I show it to her?

(gasps)
Aunt Vi.

VI:
I never thought I'd
see this car again.

Robyn, what the hell
is going on? What--

Wh-whose,
whose place is this?
I don't know yet.

That's what we're trying
to get some answers to.

But the police are still
collecting evidence.

Aunt Vi. Hi.

Hey, they found this--
front passenger seat.

Dolly...
Yeah.

I don't remember any Dolly
from back in the day.

Wait a minute. Dolly?

You know who that is?

Our old neighbor,
Vernita Houston, she had a...

she had
a daughter, Mary.

I think she used to go by,
by Dolly.

All right, so Mary Houston
now lives in The Bronx

with her two daughters,
ages 12 and 14.

ROBYN (over phone):
Is there a way to connect Mary

to the name tag we found?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.
Thanks to your

friendly neighborhood IRS,

I was able to dig up
some old W-2s,

and it looks like
Mary got herself a summer job

at a local restaurant
called Sarbonne's

the week before
your dad was killed.

And we think the name tag
came from that restaurant?

HARRY:
Yeah, there's pictures
of Sarbonne's employees

over the years
on the restaurant's website.

And the name tags
from the early 2000s

match the one found
inside your father's car.

Then Mary was in the car around
the time my father was murdered.

I mean, the odds just went up
that Mary knows something about

what happened that night.

Need an address.
Done.

I'm also trying to get
all the credit card receipts

from The Brass Spoon
around the time

that you ate there,
and I'm hoping

that'll help narrow down
who left you that note.

ROYBN:
Let me know what you find.

Yep.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Detective Dante,

need to see you
in my office.

What can I do
for you, Captain?

You can start off by buying
the boys in Internal Affairs

a round of drinks.

I just received an update
that they recovered

your stolen service weapon
from Lonnie Lofton's hangout.

That's good news.
Lucky for you

it hasn't been fired
since he relieved you of it.

Any news on his condition?

He's still in
a medically-induced coma.

There are still
a lot of

unanswered questions
here, Detective.

Like why you were
chasing Lo-Lo

after I specifically
ordered you not to.

Like I told Internal Affairs,

I got a tip
he was at the location.

IA isn't recommending
any action be taken,

so it looks like
you're in the clear.

For now.
Thanks, Captain.

But next time I give you
an order, Detective...

you sure as hell
better follow it.

Or it'll be
the last order you get.

Understood.

MARY:
That's him.

I only met him once,

but, uh, it was enough
to know he was a good man.

I know it was
a really long time ago,

but...

do you remember
how you wound up in his car?

Oh, I'll never forget it.

I was walking
home from work,

and these two guys
started following me...

Hey, girl, you look like
you could use some company.

Yo, I'm talking to you.

Why you in such a hurry?

Get off me!

(punks chuckling)

PUNK:
Why you playing
so hard to get?

You know I'll treat you right.
Please, just let me go.

Haven't got no complaints yet.

MARY: Stop.
Hey, fellas,

don't you have
something better to do

than mess with that young lady?

Ride out, old man.

It's none of your business.

Now look
what you did.

You got this old man all upset,
like there's something wrong.

Get in the car.

Who the hell
you think you are?

Nobody.

Let's just go home,
all right?

(grunting)

(groans)
All right, this is over.

This is over. Walk away.

(coughs)

(huffs)

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Let's get you home.

Come on, fool.
Get up.

I didn't hear about
your father's death

until a few months
after he was killed.

I never linked it
to what happened that night.

Do you think they had
something to do with his murder?

Hearing your story,
it's very possible.

What'd you find out?

All right, so I looked
into every single person

who used a credit card at
The Brass Spoon this morning,

and there was one that
was particularly noteworthy.

This guy, Demetrius Young.

It says here he's only got
vision in one eye.

Mary said the guy who tangled
with my father had an eye patch.

Not only that,
but we connected him to

the owner of the farmhouse

where we found
your father's car.

Julius McElroy is
Demetrius' great-uncle.

HARRY:
So it makes sense
that he would know

that the car was
stored there.

Especially if he was the
one who stashed it there.

(high pitched ringing)
HARRY: He must be the guy
that gave you the note.

You know what this means,
right, Rob?

Yeah, it means my father's
carjacking wasn't random.

He was targeted.

Killed for revenge.

And I finally know who did it.

Where can I find him?

HARRY:
Well, until recently, prison.

Seems Mr. Young spent
much of his youth

committing various crimes
and misdemeanors

until it finally caught up
with him in 2011

and he was convicted
of attempted murder.

They put him away
for ten years.

Got out a little over
a year ago,

he's been keeping
a low profile ever since.

But if Demetrius was involved
in your father's murder,

why would he slip you
the note at the restaurant?

I don't know.
And I don't care.

He wants me
to find the truth?

Well, he's gonna help me
connect the dots.

This address on his
license, is it current?

Uh, yeah.

Rob, I'll go with you.

No.
I'm going alone.

And don't follow
me this time.

This is something I
have to do on my own.

Rob, listen, I-I got a really
bad feeling about this.

I think, I think you're gonna do
something you shouldn't do.

MEL: I know
you blame yourself

for your father's death,
but it wasn't your fault.

Wasn't it?
No.

And every battle I've fought,

every wrong I've ever righted,

has been in an attempt
to make up for that.

And it still hasn't
been enough.

Because that's what guilt does.

You know? You're trying
to fill up a hole that-that,

that can't be filled.

Well, I guess
we're gonna find out.

No, Rob...

Let's just talk
about it, Ro--

(Harry exhales)

If Demetrius Young has anything
to do with John McCall's murder,

he's gonna wish
he was back in prison.

* *

(keys jangle)

ROBYN:
Demetrius.

Y... You found me.

(groans)

ROB:
Wake up.

(groans)
Wake up!

Come on.

I'm going to ask you
some questions.

And I suggest
you don't waste my time.

In 1996...

a man was carjacked
and murdered.

He was driving a blue--

Blue Super Sport Chevelle.

So you were involved.

Yes.

And-and I deserve everything
you've come to do to me.

That man...

was my father.

What kind of games
you playing, Demetrius?

So why leave that note?

You knew you would be caught.

I knew it was, it
was a possibility.

I-I just didn't know...

it'll happen so soon.

So you wanted me
to catch you.

I-I-I don't know. Uh... Maybe.

Look, I wasn't
a good person.

And I ended up in
prison for my crimes.

While I was locked up,

I got word that my son,
Jibari, disappeared.

He'd be 14 next month.

I didn't know if my,
if my boy just

ran away, was taken,

or murdered
because of my misdeeds.

I still don't know.

Not knowing what happened
to him nearly destroyed me.

And then
my cellmate

introduced me to Islam.

It gave me a peace
I've never known.

It helped me deal
with the pain,

so I changed
my name

to Adbul Mohammed,

and now...

...I'm an imam for
the Hillcrest Masjid.

So I decided to
turn things around.

Do good in
the community.

The note.

When I saw you
at the restaurant,

I realized that the
torture of not knowing

what happened
to my son

was the same torture
I inflicted upon you

with your father.

So...

leaving the note was
all about you making amends.

We were just supposed
to scare your father.

I-It was never meant
to go that far.

Who is "we"?

Who's the other man?

Which one of you
pulled the trigger?

I did.

I did,
I-I pulled the trigger.
You're lying.

No, no, no.
ROBYN: Who are you
trying to protect?

Look, it doesn't matter.

I didn't stop him.

I might as well have
pulled the trigger myself.

It matters to me.

You know what?

I'm gonna find
this other man

and I'm gonna deal with him.

And then I'm coming back

and I'm gonna deal with you.

Revenge and retaliation

are corrosive to the soul.

They never
bring you peace.

(grunts)

I'm not seeking peace.

I mean...
guy wasn't lying.

He's done a lot of good.

You know, organizes food drives,
he runs workshops,

uh, cautioning kids
against prison.

He even got an award
from a local nursing home for

deterring crime
against senior citizens.

If he's really dedicated
to improving the community,

then why is he protecting
a murderer?

Fear of retaliation?

I want to know
who he was with that night.

Anyone Abdul ever ran with,
criminal associates, old gang,

anyone he did time with.

MEL: Wow.
Night and day.

It's like a whole
different person.

Just because you carry
groceries for the elderly

doesn't automatically
change who you are.

(phone rings)

Hey.

So, NYPD was able to pull prints
from your father's car.

Is it in the system?

Oh, yeah.
Belongs to Yancy Turner.

MEL:
Yancy Turner?

As in head of
the biggest crime

syndicate in Brooklyn?

DANTE (over phone):
That one.

HARRY: Robyn,
these guys are no joke.

I mean, they run everything
from racketeering to drugs

and murder is like
a hobby to them.

ROBYN:
I know what they do.

What I don't know

is why his fingerprint was
in my father's car.

Do you think he was
the other man with Demetrius?

Well, he certainly kept
some unsavory company.

Check this out.

It looks like way back,
Yancy and Demetrius

were nabbed
for the same armed robbery,

but only Demetrius went
to prison.

Where you going, Rob?

To find Yancy Turner.

Easier said than done.

Yancy's a modern-day Gotti.

Everybody knows he runs things,

but no one's been able
to make a connection.
HARRY: Yeah, I'll say.

I mean, Yancy's never spent
a day in prison.

Meanwhile, most of his crew
has done hard time.

Talk about being
a bad luck charm.

I don't care about his crew.

I just care about
making him pay.

Slow your roll.
You'll never get near the guy.

He's protected at all times
by one of the largest

private security forces
I've ever seen.

He's untouchable.

No one's untouchable.

Harry...

third guy
from the left.

Blow that up.

Marlon?

You got to be kidding.

You know that guy?

ROBYN:
From the neighborhood.

He was in the restaurant

when Demetrius slipped me
the note.

You think he was involved
in all of this?

* *

(exhaling):
Oh, man.

(huffs)

ROBYN:
I know Demetrius Young

and Yancy Turner
carjacked my father.

Robyn, what the hell?
Is that you--
Hey.

I'm not playing with you.

I know you were
at the restaurant

same time Demetrius
slipped me a note.

Okay...

Look, I-I have no idea
what you're talking about,

and I wasn't involved

in no carjacking.
At all.

I don't even run with Yancy
and that crew anymore.

The fact that
it was your father...

He was the reason
why I stopped.

You know, he used
to always say,

"You gonna end up dead
in them streets."

You know, I could
never even hear him.

Until one day, I got shot.

Your father's words
finally made sense.

From that
moment on, I...

I had no illegal involvement
with Yancy at all.

"Illegal" involvement?

Hey, look, yeah,
Yancy, his crew,

they got a lot of cars--
tons of them.

They all need detailing.

That's where our
interaction stops.

When you detail
Yancy's cars,

how does that process work?

* *

MARLON:
Geno.

(laughs)

What's up, man?

Here to pick up
Yancy's Benz for detailing.

Again?

Second time this week.

Well, if you'd stop leaving
Cheeto crumbs in the seats,

I wouldn't have to.

(stifled chuckle)

You got jokes.
Go ahead, man.

(laughing)

Hey. Lift the gate.

I'll catch you later.

All right.

But like I was saying...

* *

(guards continue talking
indistinctly)

(car lock chirps)

(starts engine)

You need time to think?

Word of advice,
don't take too long.

Dead serious.

ROBYN:
Psst.

(grunts)

Who are you?
How'd you get in here?

(groaning)

(panting)

My father did not
deserve to die

at the hands of
someone like you.

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

Wait, wait, wait!

I figured out
you were the punk

my father roughed up
before he was carjacked.

You remember now.

I just wanted
to see your face

before I repay the favor.

DANTE:
Don't!

ROBYN:
I suggest you leave

before you have
to witness this.

DANTE:
Don't do this.

Don't throw your life away
for this trash.

He took my life away!

He has to pay.

And he will.

But killing him
would be mercy.

Let the system do what
it was designed to do.

Make him spend the rest
of his life in prison.

Your family needs you.

I need you.

(body thuds)

The fingerprint is enough
to hold him for 24 hours.

I understand
there was a witness.

If we want this to stick...

you need to make him
come forward.

(door opens)
(chanting quietly in Arabic)

(door slams)

I found Yancy.

Did you get the vengeance
you were seeking?

Someone close to me convinced me
to take a different route.

Mm.

Lucky for him.
Lucky for you.

You say that you want
to serve your community?

Then rid it of the man
who's tearing it apart.

Testify against Yancy.

Yancy's people...

They'll kill me.

You're already done, Abdul.

You're going back to prison.

The only question is,
will your last act

be one of courage...

...or one of cowardice?

(sighs)

DELILAH:
Look at that pose.

I wish I knew him.

Oh, he would've
spoiled you rotten.

I remember the day
he got that car.

What a piece of junk.

(chuckles)
No, really.

To his credit,
he had a vision.

Was so good
with his hands.

Could fix anything.

You know, he was on his
way to being an engineer

before he had to...

quit school...
(sighs)

to help my parents
pay the bills.

Hmm.

Always willing
to sacrifice.

DELILAH:
Hey, Mom.

Everything okay?

I just got
a witness to testify

against the person
who murdered your granddaddy.

Robyn...

After all this time...

Yeah, Auntie.

We got him.

Looks like we're finally gonna
get justice for Daddy.

So he can rest in peace.

* *

(phone buzzing)

Hey, Dante.

REPORTER: ...filing a harassment
complaint against the police?

Being the businessman
that I am,

I forgive the NYPD
for this grave mistake.

In fact, I commend them

for admitting their mistake

and for this swift correction.

REPORTER:
What about your attacker?

YANCY:
I leave that to NYPD's finest.

(reporters clamoring)

It's justice, baby.

"Let the system do what
it was designed to do."

That's what
you said, right?

Between Yancy's
high-priced lawyers

and some powerful people
he's in bed with,

D.A. Grafton wasn't
confident she could make

the murder charge stick.

I wish I was surprised,

but of course they're
gonna take the word of Yancy

over the testimony of
a respected community leader.

Who, at the end of the day,
is still a convicted felon.

Like Yancy should be.

The system is
broken, Marcus.

It failed me,
just like it failed

so many of my clients
in the past.

I tried to get
justice your way.

Now I'm gonna get it my way.

That's not justice--
it's murder.

And frankly, I'm afraid
it might be yours.

Don't do this.

You've lost
the element of surprise.

Yancy's goons will
see you coming.

Think it through.
I know you're angry, Robyn--

Angry doesn't begin
to describe what I am.

* *

JOHN:
What am I gonna do with you?

You know they're gonna
suspend you over this, right?

YOUNG ROBYN: I don't care.
JOHN: Excuse you?

You better care.

Look, Dad, that girl is a bully.

To everyone.
Especially the little kids.

What am I supposed to do?
Just... let it happen?

No, get the
teachers involved.

They don't do anything.

She just waits
until they're not around.

Then you figure out
another way.

You could've really
hurt that girl.

Look...

I'm sorry.

I know you had
to leave from work.

(exhales)

Bully, huh?

Yeah.

Biggest kid
in the playground.

It's just not fair.

I mean, I know you say
violence isn't the answer,

but--
It's not.

But sometimes, when
people need help...

you have no choice.

Some things are
worth fighting for.

(electronic beep)

* *

Robyn?

I know this has haunted
our family for decades.

When we lost
your father,

I lost a huge part of myself.

But what you are about to do
scares the hell out of me.

We can't change
the past, sweetheart.

This won't bring him back.
Aunt Vi!

This man took
everything from us.

And I was too young to
do something about it.

I'll be damned
if I don't do something now.

But at what cost?

Losing you, too?

I want justice as
much as you do, Robyn,

but not like this.

There has to be
another way.

Daddy didn't deserve
to die that way.

I'm not letting that slide.

I know I can't stop you
once you've made up your mind.

Just make sure
you come back to us.

* *

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, no. For sure
I will be there.

Of course I will.

We'll be fine.

Boss.

YANCEY:
I didn't think you'd be
dumb enough to come back.

Thanks for saving me
the trouble of finding you.

No problem.

Now that I'm here,
cough up your confession.

(chuckles) You, uh,

you a priest, or something?

Nothing holy about
what I'm here to do.

(laughs)

I like this one.

You realize
we're in the middle of nowhere.

No one
to hear you scream.

I think you got it twisted.

It's you and your men
who are gonna be screaming.

MAN:
Why you here?

* *

MAN 2: You
messed up now.

You were saying?

* *

ROBYN:
You're so tough

you need all these guys
to protect you.

You the same scared-ass punk

from way back then.

I'd love to continue our chat,
but my time is valuable.

Yours is up.

Why'd you do it?

He was the kindest man
on the planet.

Your father stuck his nose
where it didn't belong.

So I gave him
what he had coming.

Get out the car.

Get out the car!

Yeah.
Not so tough now, right?

(closes car door)

Want to be
Neighborhood Watch? Huh?

Huh?

Watch this.
Yancy, that's enough, man.

You proved
your point.

Shut up! First and last time
he puts his hands on me!

DEMETRIUS:
Put the gun down.
(gun clicks)

You don't want to do this.

Come on, man,
put the gun down.
Shut up!

No, you tripping, bro.
Don't do it.

He says so.
Don't do it, man. No!

So it was you
who pulled the trigger.

And it's gonna be me
who pulls it again.

Keep it a family tradition.

I just needed to be sure.

(over comms):
Harry, do it.

Copy that. Incoming.

I really hope
this works.
Well, there's no plan B,

so it better.

(phones chiming)

You guys might want
to check your phones.

You might have all
just received some...

information you'll
find educational.

Fat Johnny,

you did eight years
at Rikers, yeah?

Ever wonder
who put you there?

Plea deal he signed
with the Feds

should be right there
in your inbox.

(men murmuring)

Joey B, that's Yancy,

being let into your house
at 2:00 a.m. by your wife.

Oh, yeah, he was
very attentive to her

while you were away at Fishkill.

Uh, don't worry,

I didn't want to leave
anybody out.

You all have something.
Take a look.

Personal,
financial, legal...

all sorts of ways
your boss screwed you over.

(chuckles)

(murmuring grows louder)
That's all fake.

All of it. You--

You, you don't believe her.

It's all fake. All of it.

Back up.

Back up, all of you.

Stand back, that's an order!
(grunts)

(grunting)

Handle your business.

And don't worry.
We're in the middle of nowhere.

No one will ever
hear him scream.

(knock at door)

I, uh...

I wasn't sure if it was going
to be you or Yancy.

You don't have to
worry about Yancy.

He's gone.

But this, this isn't over.

I've made the necessary
arrangements.

I'm ready for you
to take me in.

You still have time to serve...

...but not that kind.

What you did
to my father...

(scoffs)

...I can never forgive.

But the world's
need for decency

is greater than one person's
lust for vengeance.

You will help others
find their path,

the way you found yours.

And that makes you
too valuable to lock away.

(sobs softly)

(stammers)

I-I don't know what to say.

I won't let you down.

I know you won't.

Because if you do,

I will have my vengeance.

* *

(knocks at door)
Come in.

You wanted
to see me, Captain?

Just got some
interesting news.

Lonnie Lofton's
regained consciousness.
That's good.

Now he can be questioned.
Mm, you're right.

But not by you.

He's accusing you of
pushing him off that roof.

What? That's ridiculous.

I stand by my report.

Lo-Lo jumped off that roof.

He wasn't able
to clear the distance

to the next roof and fell.

And I'm sure if that's true,

the investigation will find
your version of the events

to be accurate.

"If it's true"?
It's what happened.

Be that as it may, Detective,
you know the scrutiny

this department is
operating under.

Much of it justified,
as I believe

you know
from your own experience.

Yes, ma'am.

Then until this is sorted out,

you also know
what I have to do next.

How long am I suspended?

Long as
the investigation takes.

Indefinitely?

Go home, Detective.

Let the system take its course.

The system...

Right.

Good morning.
Morning.

I want to thank you

for...

bringing me closure
around my brother's death.

You're welcome.

I did it for all of us.

Daddy, too.

Then hopefully it'll bring you
some peace, as well.

I'm okay. (exhales)

Are you?

All these years,
I've watched you struggle

needlessly
with this burden.

Blaming yourself
for what happened

to your father
that night.

Now you see:

it wouldn't have
mattered, sweetheart.

Those boys had it
out for him.

If it hadn't
happened that night,

it would have been...
(sighs)

...the next,
or the next, or the next.

The point is...

your father's death had
nothing to do with you.

You see that now,
don't you?

Thank you, Aunt Vi.

I love you.

Well...

I happen to know
that you're gonna love me

even more
in about 30 seconds.

There's a little something
waiting for you

out in the garage.

* *

("Fly, Robin, Fly"
by Silver Convention playing)

(singing along):
* Fly, robin, fly *

* Fly, robin, fly *

* Fly, robin, fly *

* Up, up to the sky. *

Thank you.

(crying)

I miss you, Daddy.

Is this really
Granddad's car?

Yeah.

It sure is.

It's beautiful.

It's home.

* *

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