All language subtitles for The.Equalizer.S01E02.1080p.x265-ZMNT

The CIA wants you back, Robyn.
You're the best they had.

ROBYN:
I don't work for them anymore.

I'm using my powers for good.

Company must be pretty desperate

if they sent
your skinny ass up here.

BISHOP:
Well, they figured
you'd kill anybody else.

You can't buy back trust.

Who do you go to

if you can't
go to the cops?

ROBYN:
This is Melody,
one of my oldest friends.

Right now, I need a favor.

ROBYN:
Enjoying being dead?

You got him
out of one life sentence

and straight into another.

Why do I have a feeling
this is not a social call?

I need those
freaky-ass superpowers

of yours.My pleasure.

ROBYN:
Detective Dante.

I haven't seen you before.
You new?

Hey!

Officer.Here you go.

Pulled it from
precinct surveillance.

Who is she?

How many others
are out there, desperate,

with nowhere to turn?

ROBYN:
They have somewhere to turn.

They turn to me.
We just have to let them know.

[FaceTime ringing]

Hey. Everything okay?

No. He's doing decimals.

You know I suck at math.

Okay, sis. Put him on.

Mom, it's almost bedtime.

I really need your brain.

When will you be home?

Mr. Sadler just got back,
so soon.

You promise?100%.

And then we'll put
those decimals in their place.

Yeah, this homework is doing
a serious number on me.

There's the smile I love.

Don't stress, baby.
I'll be there soon.

Hi, Mr. Sadler.

Hey, Aliya.
How are the munchkins?

Asleep. They were
super sweet today.

I left some dinner in
the fridge for you.

Oh, you're a lifesaver.

Thanks for
staying late.

Of course, Mr. Sadler.
See you tomorrow.

Jackson?

Joy?

Jackson?!

Jackson?!

Joy?

[gasps]
What happened?

Where's Jackson?They took him.

Two men.

With guns.

No! You can't.

They said if you call
the police, they'll kill him.

♪ Light switch off,
Cuban link cross ♪

♪ The shine bright up
the evening ♪

♪ Diamonds crisscross

♪ If you ain't out here
to find it, time to get lost ♪

♪ You know my whole aesthetic

♪ Energy kinetic

♪ You better clear the exit

♪ Light switch on...

[exhales]

Who won? You or your demons?

Split decision.

What's that, a vision board?

Yep. Now that you're home
all the time,

you're gonna need me less.

Time to reassess and manifest.

Go Aunt Vi.

DELILAH:
[screams] Ow.Delilah?

DELILAH [exhales]:
Ooh, okay.

That looks angry.

Um, the red will go away
before Thursday, right?

Okay, I'm doing it.
No, I'm doing it. Okay.

Okay, one, two...

Ow.

Ow.

[panting]
Ow.

I have to, um,
call you back, Maya.

You enjoy that?

[chuckles]
Immensely. What's Thursday?

What? Um, nothing.
It's just, like, a school thing.

Okay, well, nothing to see here.

You two can go back to doing
whatever you were doing.

VI:
Okay.

But the next time you
cry out in pain,

do not expect us
to come running.

A school thing?

You believe her?

Not for a second.

[phone chimes]

That a "You up?" text?

No, this is one
of the charities I consult for.

They need me to come in.

What kind of charity
needs a consult

after 9:00 at night?

The international kind.

Now, Vi,
while I'm out,

can you try to see
if you can get Delilah

to spill what's up?

I mean, she's easier with you.

We've gotten dozens of hits
off that message you sent out,

but this one is different.How so?

Hey, have you seen my charger?

Yeah, it's upstairs
charging my notebook.

You d-- you didn't ask me?

I-I've been looking for it
for an hour.

Mel, where are all the
other chargers we bought?

Where-where do they go?

He's so cute when he's annoyed.

Sometimes I do it on purpose.

Harry, babe,

just play her the message.All right.

All right, this one came in
on our post

from a community
crisis board in Queens.

And unlike the others,
this isn't some metaphoric cat

in a theoretical tree.

ALIYA:
My sister saw your post.

I don't know if you're for real,

but men broke into my apartment
and took my son,

and now they're asking me
to do something

that I have no idea how to do.

And if I go to the police,
they say they'll kill him.

Please, I've got
nowhere else to turn.

What do you want to do?

JOY:
It happened so fast.

[sighs] I tried
to fight, but...

Tell me about the men.

They were white.

One's dark-haired
with a short beard.

The other's lighter,

with a goatee.

You said they wanted you
to do something.

ALIYA:
The man I nanny for,

his name is Frank Sadler.

He works for the FBI.

There's a safe at the house.
They want what's inside.

And you haven't told him?

They said they had spies
in his office.

If we told him or the police,

we'd never see
Jackson alive again.

I'd try to open
it if I could,

but I don't have the
combination, and it's alarmed.

Three wrong tries
and the police come.

If I don't get what
they want by Friday,

they'll kill my son.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

But there's something
I need you to do for me.

It'll be hard.

Go to work,
act like nothing is wrong.

As long
as you're there,

they'll think you're trying
to get into that safe.

You think you can do that?

[phone chimes]Good. It'll buy us some time.

I'll get in touch with you.

What are you?
Some kind of...

ex-cop?

I'm the one you call
when you can't call 911.

You must hate me.

Someone's grumpy.

"Got a problem?

Odds against you?"

You saw my ad, huh?

Hell yeah, I saw it.

So did the CIA.
So?

I don't work for them anymore.

Thought you didn't, either.

I don't.

But we have an understanding.

One that keeps them
out of my hair.

But their most dangerous
asset going freelance?

Did you really think they were
gonna look the other way?

What are you doing?

I'm using my powers for good.

Well, they want you to stop.

This new side gig of yours
is bringing up questions.

Questions they don't want asked.

They betrayed me.

Tell me why I should care.

This whole world
is broken, Bish.

And we helped break it.

The bad guys aren't
even afraid anymore.

Because we let them
get away with it.

Hell, sometimes we
even helped them.

Tell them I appreciate
their concern,

but I'm not stopping.

You don't want these people
as your enemy.

They don't want me as theirs.

PALEY: Hey, Dante.
The facial rec

on your mystery gal
turned up negative.

They said it's like
she doesn't exist.

Except she does.

HARRY:
Your client's boss.

Special Agent Frank Sadler, 42.

Lost his wife to cancer
a couple of years ago.

Considered a rising
star in the Bureau.

His task force broke
that al-Shabaab terror cell

in the Bronx last year.

I don't suppose you know
what he's up to now?

No, because in order
to attain that info,

I'd have to hack into the FBI.

You know I don't like the FBI.

Come on, babe.
They think you're dead.

Yeah, and I'd like
to keep it that way.

And there's also a little
something called reality.

Perhaps you guys
have heard of it?

Oh, that thing
I bend to my will?

No, it's good,
it's funny.

Here's the thing, okay?

Their cyber-defense is designed

by guys like me
for guys like me.

In order to get in there safely,
it would take days.

Days we don't have.
What about the kidnapper's phone

that they sent
the photo from?

Oh, we traced it to a cell
phone in Krusevac, Serbia.

MEL: We're thinking they
relayed their call

through a foreign burner
to make them untraceable.

Well, you two are just
full of good news.

HARRY: Look, whoever
these guys are,

they know what they're doing.

Still, there's got to be
a way to find them, right?

There is.

We can break
into the safe ourselves.

Once we find out what the
kidnappers were looking for,

then we'll figure out
who they are.

I hate to be Captain Obvious,
but if it were that simple,

don't you think the bad guys
would've done it already?

Well, the bad guys
didn't have you.

I'm sorry, come again?

The safe is digital.
I need you to crack it with me.

Oh. Ah.

Sorry,
I'm just trying

to come up with
the exact right--

I got it. Hell no.

[laughs]:
I mean, what do you think?

I'm not even willing
to hack into their servers.

What makes you think I'm gonna
walk into an FBI agent's house?

Because you said
the kidnappers

knew what they were doing.

Yet they weren't wearing masks.

So they didn't care
about being seen.

Yeah?

Which tells me
when this is all over,

they're not gonna leave
any witnesses.

They're gonna kill the boy,

his mother,
her sister,

unless we get to them first.

I can even those out for you.

Wait, they're not even?

Close, but I can
make them perfect.

In one of my early
incarnations,

I was the... brow

and lip person
in my commune.

But first...

what is this school
thing you got?

Okay, it's not anything,
Aunt Vi.

I can always make
some phone calls.

Okay, fine. Just promise
you won't tell Mom?

Our community choir's performing
in Times Square as part

of New York
Music Fair.
Okay.

And this is a secret because?

Because she'll want to come.Damn straight.

So do I.

What's wrong with that?

Because this is
a big deal for me.

I want to remember it
as the night I performed

in Times Square,
not another night Mom bagged

last minute because something
more important came up.

I just want
to have this, okay?

Okay, I get it.

I do.

But, Delilah, your mom
took a new job in town,

she stopped
traveling for work,

mostly so she could
be here for you.

Hmm, really?

'Cause she left
late last night,

she's gone early
and it's just you and me here.

So I'm not seeing
much difference.

Come on, Dee, give her a chance.

Ask her.

Just think about it.

I'll get the tweezers.

Would you stop playing
with yourself?

I'm adjusting
my data points, okay?

In case we walk by a camera,

facial rec can't I.D. me.
You don't know

what kind of software
the government has.

[door closes]

[soft chatter, laughter]

Okay.

We're on.

You ready?

If I told you I wasn't,
would you care?

[alarm beeping]

[beeping stops]

What if he comes home?

It's the middle of the day.
Why would he do that?

Well, I don't know--
he spills mustard on his shirt.

He's got to change.Mustard?

Relish, whatever-- he spills
a condiment on his shirt.

He's got to come home,
change it.

And he finds us here.We'll improvise.

Is that, like,
a fancy word for "run"?Shh!

What? What?You hear that?

That's the sound
of you not talking.

Okay. All right.Do that.

Okay.

ROBYN:
What you're looking at is

a CoVault 925.

Keypad activated,

isolated lock mechanism...

three-inch steel plates,
security wires in the back.

To access them,
you'd have to pull

the whole thing out,
but it's on a pressure plate.

Drill it, move it, touch it
wrong, the police come running.

Enter the code wrong three
times, the police come running.

How do we get in?

ROBYN:
Well, every system has
a vulnerability.

This has two--
security and convenience.

System has a backup battery.

That's security.
Located where it's accessible.

That's convenience.

And since the battery

connects to the circuit board...

It can be hacked.

[chuckles]

[beeping]

[laughs]

See, now you're having fun.

No, I'm not.

Okay.
Okay.

Shazam.

Who is she?

ROBYN:
"Nikola Kinsa."

[camera clicks]Most of this is redacted.

[door opens]

Mustard. What'd I tell you?

What do we do?

Faster, come on.

Come on, what are you doing?
Just come on.

KATIE:
I didn't mean to push her!

ALIYA:
Go get the Band-Aid box.

[exhales]

Come on, come on.

How'd it go?

Oh, it was great.

Out in the middle
of broad daylight,

God knows how many
cameras filming me.

And we almost got caught.

What?
Yeah.

By a seven-year-old.

By a seven-year-old

whose father is an FBI agent.

All I'm saying is,
whoever this Nikola Kinsa is,

she better be worth it.Well, I ran a search

while I was waiting.

She's 26,
she's a part-time model,

full-time social climber.

In the last five years,
she's been romantically linked

to half a dozen
of Gotham's who's who.

Athletes, billionaires,
politicians.

Her latest fling is that guy.

Club owner Michel Deveaux.HARRY: Hmm.

I see you used Google.
I'll have to wipe your cookies.

It's okay. Oh, you moved all
my stuff-- that's fine, too.

Change keeps a marriage
fresh, baby.

So what is
a Manhattan party girl

doing in an FBI agent's safe?

The file identified her
as "Individual Five,"

but the details were redacted.

It had to be part of a case
he was working on.

Something big enough
to kidnap Jackson.

Maybe she was a witness.

Yeah, or she's the one
under investigation.

I just ran her sosh.

This isn't
the real Nikola Kinsa.

The real Nikola Kinsa
died 20 years ago

at the age of three
in a car accident.

This one's existed
for six years.

Well, then who is she really?

I don't know--
fake identity, FBI,

con artist, thief?

Ooh, maybe she's
one of those black widows

targeting powerful men.

She's not a black widow.How do you know?

Because the men are alive.

For now.

Okay.
Bearded.

A goatee.

You okay? You having a stroke?Can you pull up

that picture there?

Yeah. Why?

Focus on the two men
in the background.

[camera clicks]

Aliya's sister said
that two men took Jackson.

One with a dark beard,

the other one with a goatee.

[phone chimes]

It's them.

Aliya's sister
just confirmed it.

So what's their connection
to Nikola?

I don't know, but if we
find them, we find the kid.

But how do we do that?
We don't know who they are.

Look at the photo.

That car comes standard

with roadside assistance.

Which means...They have onboard GPS.

Th license plate is visible.

If you can pull
the VIN number from DMV...

We can use their roadside
assistance to track them.

[muffled grunting]

The boss's patience
is wearing thin.

I'm gonna ask you
one last time.

Who's the mole?

I don't know. I swear.
Please don't do this!

[whimpering, crying]

[muffled screaming]

This is what happens
when you violate trust.

[shrieks][grunts]

Wait. He said
to film it.

To warn the others.

Okay, ready.

[clattering nearby]

You hear that?

[gunshot]What the...?

There's someone here.

[object clinking]

There!

Did we get 'em?

Not even close.

Drop the hardware.

Now!

Turn slow.

Let me see your hands.

I got you.

This is none of
your business.

Well, now it is.

Along with that 12-year-old kid
you kidnapped.

You're gonna tell me
where he is.

And you better pray to whoever
your God is he ain't hurt.

But first you go untie them.

Now!

So tell me...

what kind of coward

lights people on fire?

The kind you
shouldn't mess with.

You have no idea
the magnitude

of the mistake
you're making.

Neither did you.

Come on.

Let's get you into something
a little less flammable.

I was living
on the street in Rome.

A man said if I came here,
I could be a model.

But as soon as we arrived,
they took our passports,

held us in a room,
and made us do drugs.

They said if we tried to leave,
they would kill us.

After a while,
they took us to parties.

Pointed out men.

Told us to be nice to them
if we wanted food and clothes.

What kind of men?

Faces
from the newspaper.

Rich, powerful.

We were supposed to act
like we liked them.

But they must've known,
right, what we were?

It's like, um, we weren't
even people to them.

Just party favors.

I'd given up hope until Finn.

We met at a coffee shop.

He was the first person
I ever told.

FINN:
I have a cousin in Oregon.

We were gonna take the bus there
when we'd saved enough.

But the last few days,
they started beating up girls.

They thought one of us
was ratting to the Feds.

I had to get out
of there.

These guys that were
trying to kill you...

My handlers.

Your handlers?

Who handles them?

A voice on the phone.

They made sure
we never knew who.

Did ever you hear anything
about them kidnapping a boy?

No.

What about her?

Did you see her?

She was at the
parties, like us.

You said they kept you
in a room.

Do you remember where?

We were drugged.

But at night there was
a light through the window.

It was blinking blue,
then yellow.

And when it was windy,
it was like...

someone was banging pots
in the distance.

Hmm.

For your bus ticket.

I'll drop you off
at the station.

You need to leave tonight.

[door opens, closes]

Um...

You okay, Mom?Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I just needed a little
some of that.

Hey, um, I wanted to ask.

Thursday night, my choir
is singing in Times Square,

if you want to come.
But if you're busy,

it's no biggie.
[chuckles]

It's part of
New York Music Fair,

and it is a biggie--
your daughter has a solo.

A solo? That's amazing.

Of course I'll come.

Like I said,
it is not a big deal.

[sniffs] Yo, why do you
smell like gasoline?

I think I spilled some on myself
when I filled up.

Good night.

Is that what she didn't
want to tell us?

Why?

She didn't want you to
disappoint her.

I told her that
things are different now.

Try not to make me a liar.

[sighs]

[pot clanging]

[buoy bell clanging]

OZ:
Max Kelso. Radek Goran.

Know 'em?

Can't say
I've had the pleasure.

Real charmers.

Robbery, assault,
attempted murder.

Often charged, never convicted.

Word is they're connected,
we just don't know to what.

We're a couple of dozen subway
stops from my jurisdiction, Oz.

What's this got
to do with me?

Looks like they were trying
to throw a barbecue.

Someone shut 'em down,
maybe saved some lives.

After hearing shots,

local homeless saw an
African-American woman

ushering two injured
white kids to her car.

I showed her a picture

of that phantom
you've been searching for.

Positive I.D.

It's definitely your gal.

I want everything you find--

prints,
ballistics, DNA.

Already in process.

I owe you, Oz.Forget it.

I'm still paying you back
for Mott Street.

SADLER:
Detective Oswaldo?

Frank Sadler, FBI.

I hate to be that guy,
but your vics are POIs

in an ongoing
investigation.

We're gonna have to take
control of the scene.

We'll need your
people to withdraw.

Sorry, Marcus.

Looks like I
wasted your time.

All right, fellas.
Pack it up.

Agent Sadler.The Feds are on it now.

Detective Marcus Dante.

I'm pursuing a lead
in a separate case.

Have you guys ever
come across this woman

as a part of your investigation?

Sorry, Detective.
Can't say I have.

MEL:
Sex trafficking?

That's what
Sadler was investigating?

And our party girl Nikola,

she was a victim.

The runaways said they'd been
beating girls,

looking for
an FBI informant.

Nikola?Has to be.

I mean, what if our kidnappers
were telling the truth?

About having spies.

What if Sadler

has a mole in his office
but he doesn't know who it is?

Then he would keep
his informant's file in his home

to keep them protected.

There are two moles,
one in each organization.

HARRY:
Hey.

Your "pots and pans" hunch
paid off.

It's an old boat supply shop
and restaurant.

Blue and yellow
flashing neon sign,

within earshot of the marina.

It sold eight years ago,
and they never reopened.

But I found
the real estate listing.

Take a look at this room.

And here is Jackson's
kidnapping photo.

ROBYN:
Same radiator,
same wallpaper.

That's the same room.
He's there.

Who owns that building?

Well, that's
an excellent question.

And I have an excellent answer.

Nikola's boyfriend,
Michel Deveaux.

Well, his investment group
that he's a part of.

They're hiding behind
a shell company,

but it's the same group

that owns his nightclubs.

ROBYN: If he owns
that building,

Deveaux's a part of this.

I bet he doesn't know

his girlfriend's
an FBI informant.

And that she may not be
his girlfriend by choice.

She's probably trapped
and looking for a way out.

That's why she went to Sadler.
You know what?

Get me everything you got
on Deveaux.

HARRY:
All right.

And I want a map
of that building.

Whoa, hold on,
hold on.

If Jackson's there,
he's gonna be heavily guarded.

Well, then I'm-a need backup.

MEL: Oh, yeah!Wait, no.

I was trying to stop her
from getting killed,

not get you
both killed.

Bye, honey.

Darling.

We had some trouble.

Hey.

Hi.

Someone took out two
of our handlers.

Rivals?

LAZERIC:
Unsure.

But I'm doubling security
across our interests.

Okay. Thank you.

Is everything okay?Of course.

Just business.

[buoy bell clanging,
seabirds screeching]

So what's the play?

Go in and get him.

Wait. You're just gonna
knock on the door?

Shouldn't we be armed?

I am.

Building and Safety.

Uh, we're here
for the inspection.

Inspection?

For the asbestos.

They didn't tell you
about all the asbestos in here?

Look, lady...

Look, we got a 5:00 appointment
right here, I could show...

♪ Shut up, don't talk,
just listen ♪

♪ You can't level with
the heights we hitting ♪

♪ That girl there, she a catch,
no fishing ♪

♪ And if you take the bait

♪ You will learn your lesson

♪ I been around the block
for a minute now ♪

♪ Bigger vision, on a mission,
better woman now ♪

♪ Ain't it funny how these
squares wanna circle around? ♪

Uh, asbestos inspection?

♪ In it like a clinic,
put in work while I'm in it ♪

♪ So I do it, do it, do it
till I'm breathless ♪

You've learned a few things
since we were in Kandahar.

♪ Listen

♪ Just listen ♪ Yeah, shut up, uh♪

♪ Just listen [sportscaster speaking
indistinctly]

♪ Just listen

♪ Shut up more and then listen

MEL:
Give me a reason.

Get inside.

Where's the boy?

♪ Just listen

[whimpering]

Where's Jackson?!

♪ Shut up more and then
listen. ♪

[siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

CONWAY:
Agent Sadler.

Place was a trafficking
stash house.

They were holding six vics.

Any connection to our ring?

It's owned by Michel Deveaux's
investment group.

Which is meaningless.

They'll put blame on
the company leasing it.

Let me guess.
Offshore shell corp?

Yup. Unless your
confidential informant

can connect it to Deveaux,
it's legally a dead end.

How did we even find this place?

Anonymous tip.

By the time we got here,
the captors were already cuffed.

There's something else.

Vics I.D.'d
one of their rescuers

as a Black woman, mid-40s.

Guards didn't know much.

Just that men came earlier
that day and got Jackson.

They were never told who he was
or where he was taken.

They're just there
to guard the girls.

Hell, they don't even know
who they work for.

Well, that's why the Feds
can never get to Deveaux.

You know, he keeps
everything compartmentalized.

If he's even the one in charge.

He's the one in charge.

What'd you find?

Well, he was born in Calais,

where he dropped off the radar,

until popping back up
in the Ibiza party scene,

where suddenly he had money
and a bunch of friends.

Some hedge fund bros backed
his trip to the U.S.,

financing a couple
of nightclubs downtown,

known for their bottle service

and-- surprise--
young, beautiful women.

He's spent the last
decade climbing the
New York social ladder.

Billionaires, athletes,
politicians.

And for some reason,
a bunch of them

cut him in on some pretty
high-end business deals,

including all that real estate.

I think we know the reason.

Well, I was being rhetorical,
but yeah.

Anyway, the point is,

he's, uh, quietly building
a little empire for himself.

And, like Jeffrey Epstein,

he's using trafficked women
to do it.

Not that we can prove it.Who's this guy

standing behind Deveaux,
whispering in his ear?

That's his number two,
Andrej Lazeric.

He runs his businesses with him.

He's originally from Serbia,
but the two hooked up in Ibiza.

We know who they are.
Let's just go at them.

No, we need Jackson first.

Put together

a list of all the properties

that Deveaux has.

I mean, we know
when they took him.

Maybe street cams'll
tell us where.

Agent Sadler.

Got a minute?

I don't know much.

Just that she showed a couple
of weeks back

and inserted herself
into a murder case.

Been looking for her ever since.

Was she an asset or liability?

Saved a girl.

Broke the law doing it.

I ran facial rec,
prints-- nada.

It's 2021.

Takes a lot of effort
to not exist.

She's advertising now.

Offering to help people.

So, you'd say she's
on the side of the angels or...?

Those two dead bodies of yours,

that sound like an angel to you?

Avenging, maybe.

Some might say they deserved it.

That's where we differ.

I'm not too keen
on private citizens

opening their own branch
of law enforcement.

Well, good luck, Detective.

Let you know if we
find anything.

Please do.

Hey, when you get
to the concert,

there's discount
parking on 41st.

It's three blocks away,

so you should probably
get there by 7:00.

It may get crowded.Got it. I can't wait.

You know I love
to hear you sing.

[both laugh]

[car door closes]

[engine starter clicking]

Huh.

Battery's dead.

DELILAH:
Yo, Aunt Vi, wait up!
Can you drop me at school?

Sure. Hop in.

Bye. See you tonight.

Later, traitor.

[phone ringing]

What you got, Harry?

I got a list
of Deveaux's properties.

46 in all. There may be more.

I'm pulling up
surveillance footage,

but it's gonna take
a little time.

Well, send the list through.

Maybe I can help you
narrow it down.

Yeah. Everything okay?

Let me call you back.

We had an agreement.

You people don't come
near my family ever.

You broke the agreement.

Going private
isn't walking away.

Is the CIA really ready
to go to war over this?

Are you?

We'd be happy to accommodate
your new hobby, though,

if you came back to the fold.

That's not even on the table.

They'll be sorry
to hear that.

A missing ignition coil's
just a minor inconvenience.

Imagine if we really wanted
to get in your way.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Aliya? What's wrong?

JACKSON [over phone]:
Mom, please help me.

I don't want to die.
I don't want to...

DISTORTED VOICE:
Timeline's changed.

We need the contents
of the safe tonight.

Do what you have to,
or you'll watch your son die.

It came an hour ago

with a time and place to meet.

What do we do?

Well, the first thing
we have to do is...

Aliya?

You don't know what it's like.

Watching someone else's kids
when you can't protect your own.

JOY:
Aliya.

What are you doing?

She knows what's in the safe.

I'm not letting my boy die.

You're right.

I know what's in the safe.

I have the code.

And I will give
it all to you.

And we will save
your son together.

[gun drops]

Wait. You're going through
with the exchange?

ROBYN:
We have no choice.

They moved up the timeline.

Probably because we hit
their safe house.

Meet's set for 7:00
under the FDR.

You said it yourself.
These guys get what they want,

they're still gonna
kill Jackson,

his mother,
her sister.

MEL:
And if you give
them the file,

they'll know
Nikola's the informant

and they'll kill her, too.

I know.

In fact, I'm counting on it.

[school bell rings][phone vibrates]

Hey, Mom, what's up?

ROBYN: Hey, baby,
I need to talk to you.

About tonight.

Okay, let me guess.

You wanted to be there
more than anything

but something came up,

something only you can fix.

You'll have Aunt Vi record it,

you'll watch it later.
I know the drill.

Delilah.

No, I told Aunt Vi you'd bag.

So, like I said, no biggie.

You do you, Mom.

ROBYN [over radio]:
Anything?

Negative.

[phone ringing]

If these Euro-thugs
are gonna screw up

my life, at least
they could be on time.

MEL:
See, that's why
I don't want children.

They get mad at you,
they get kidnapped.

Speaking of which.

Three o'clock,
you got two vehicles

approaching your position.

Showtime.

The FBI hasn't been notified.

Neither has the NYPD.
We're safe.

Good. After we get
what we need, kill them.

Ms. Ekuban!

Let's end this.
We have your boy.

Nikola?

ROBYN:
I brought her here
as insurance.

To make sure we all
get out of this alive.

NIKOLA:
I'm sorry, baby.

I tried to get away.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter.

All I care about is the boy.

It's my job to make sure
he gets out of here safely.

Now, I got
what you asked for.

I say we should all be
professionals here.

You get what you want,
I get what I want.

The kid lives,
your girl lives.

Everybody
gets to live.

How's that sound?

Let's go.

Come on.

ROBYN:
Hey, Jackson.
Your mom sent me.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

The file.

The boy first.

Get behind me.Okay.

Back up. Come on.

Wait.[guns clicking]

If they take one more
step, shoot them all.

You're right.

I do care for her,

but I don't know
if she cares for me.

And if she doesn't,
then you have a problem.

Because as much as I care,

there's one thing
I cannot abide.

Disloyalty.

You?

What?

Michel.

Drop the gun, Drej.

Now.

♪ One day

♪ When the glory comes

♪ It will be ours

♪ It will
be ours ♪

♪ Ooh, one day

♪ When the war is won

♪ We will be sure

♪ We will
be sure ♪

JACKSON: Mom!ALIYA: Jackson!

Thanks for your help back there.

I couldn't let him destroy
another life.

Not after what
he did to mine.

Well, tonight you get
your life back.

But we can't finish this
without Sadler.

You did your part.
We've got it from here.

Go.

♪ Hands to the heavens,
no man, no weapon ♪

♪ Formed against,
yes, glory is destined ♪

♪ Every day women and men
become legends ♪

♪ Sins that go against our skin
become blessings ♪

♪ The movement
is a rhythm to us ♪

♪ Freedom is like religion
to us ♪

♪ Justice
is juxtapositionin' us ♪

♪ Justice for all
just ain't specific enough ♪

♪ One son died,
his spirit is revisitin' us ♪

♪ Truant living living in us,
resistance is us ♪

♪ That's why Rosa
sat on the bus ♪

♪ That's why we
walk through Ferguson ♪

♪ With our hands up,
when it go down ♪

♪ We woman and man up,
they say, "Stay down" ♪

♪ And we stand up

♪ Shots, we on the ground

♪ The camera panned up

♪ King pointed to
the mountaintop and we ran up ♪

♪ We'll cry glory ♪ Glory

♪ Oh, glory ♪ Glory

♪ Oh, glory ♪ Glory

♪ Oh, glory

♪ Glory ♪ We'll cry...

She's good.

That song is about freedom.

Which I'm gonna need.

That's why I called
you here.

I'm ready to deal.

What changed?

I need to be here for her.

And this new
work I'm doing,

helping people, it's important.

So, I can't do both

and be at war with the Company.

But I have conditions.

Freelance only.

And only if it's a just cause.

The rest of the time, they can
just stay out of my way.

I can sell that.

And one more thing.

If they ever lie to me

or if they come
anywhere near my family,

I will come for them.

I don't doubt that.
I don't doubt that.

Oh, by the way, how is that
new gig of yours going?

[siren wailing in distance]

SADLER:
Doesn't matter
where you run.

Deveaux will never
trust you again.

He's gonna eliminate you
the first chance he gets

unless you take him down first.

You can put him away if
you tell me everything.

Starting with the name
of the mole in my office.

♪ Glory

♪ Selma's now for every man,
woman and child ♪

♪ Even Jesus got his crown
in front of a crowd ♪

♪ They marched with the torch,
we gon' run with it now... ♪

FBI. Freeze!Show me your hands!
Don't move!

♪ From dark roads he rose,
to become a hero... ♪

[phone ringing]

♪ His power was the people...

SADLER:
Conway's the mole. Arrest him!

♪ Saw the face of Jim Crow
under a bald eagle ♪

♪ The biggest weapon
is to stay peaceful... ♪

You were always good at
leveling the playing field.

What did they used to
call you in Kandahar?

They called me "Almaeadil."

The Equalizer.

♪ And young people's energy

♪ Welcome to the story
we call victory ♪

♪ The comin' of the Lord,
my eyes have seen the glory ♪

♪ Oh, glory ♪ Glory

♪ Glory ♪ We'll cry glory

♪ Glory

♪ Oh, glory ♪ Glory

♪ Oh, glory

♪ Glory ♪ Say glory

♪ Glory

♪ Oh, glory ♪ Glory

♪ Glory. [cheering, applause]

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