All language subtitles for The Equalizer S05E04 Sacrifice

Previously on The Equalizer...

How is he?
Still in a coma.

Few days ago,
he showed signs of improvement.

Now they're saying
they're not sure

when they can
bring him out of it.

How's L.A.?

I swear I never thought

I'd miss the subway this much.

The city misses you, too.

I didn't realize
how good I had it.

I want my family back.
Is that wrong?

I need to process the trauma

because the next time
that I have to pull the trigger,

there's a chance
I might hesitate.

Just today,
more anomalies showed up.

And I'm not just talking
about the CIA system.

Now it's the hydroelectric grid,

air traffic control.

Harry, someone's
laying the groundwork

for an attack on U.S. soil.

Whoever wrote this
has got an air-gapped system

- right here.
- Budapest.

We leave tonight.

I thought you were just

uploading a little
backdoor thingie.

The system is too sophisticated.

It'd be detected in a second.

How long do you think it's gonna
take before we're detected?

You got to move.

There are three terabytes
worth of data.

It'll take
however long it takes.

Thought you said
you were good at this.

I have many talents.

Bending the laws of physics
is not one of them.

You-you ever hear that
expression about a watched pot?

Same thing.
Shh.

What?

Someone's here.

Gonna buy us some time,
lead them away.

What happened
to leading them away?

They came back!

No, no, no...

Thanks.

Try and keep up this time.

Morning, early birds.
Morning.

Good morning.
Hello.

What are you up to today?

Uh, that depends. What time
do you need a ride to Vera's?

Um, around 1:00.

A.M.?

No. It's a darty.

A day party.

Oh. Okay.

But I think I'm gonna skip it,
you know? I really want to work

- on my college essay.
- Are you sure?

Vera's your good friend.

You've been looking forward
to this... darty.

It shouldn't take too long
for a solid first draft.

Got some ideas
I'm feeling pretty good about.

Don't burn yourself
out. Just remember,

the application process
is a marathon, not a sprint.

Maybe you can go
to Vera's later.

Is there an after-darty?

That would be a party.

Look, both of y'all.

Come on, Aunt Vi. Get with it.
No, no. Really.

Whatever.

Okay.

I am gonna go work on my essay.

But thank you
for breakfast, Aunt Vi.

You're welcome, my love.
Bye.

You know, I worry
about that girl.

She works too hard.

Just like her mother.
Not today.

I am taking the morning off
and I'm having lunch with Miles.

Again?
Aunt Vi,

I know you've had your doubts,
but he's... he's changed.

And the more time I spend with
him, the more I appreciate that.

If you like it, I love it.

I just want to see you happy, sweetheart.

It's Harry. With some news.

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost
and gone forever ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine. ♪

Fisk.

I did it. I finally cracked
the encryption on that drive.

About time.
It's only been three months.

"Hey, Harry, that's great news."

Well, what'd you find?

I'm not sure yet. You know,

it's three
terabytes worth of data.

It's gonna take a minute
to make sense of it.

So, why are you wasting time
yapping with me?

Because I found something in it.

A distress signal universally
recognized by hackers.

I think whoever
made this program

did it against their will,

and might be
in some kind of danger.

Harry, we're all in danger

if this program's
the cyberweapon I think it is.

Your job is to figure out
exactly what it does

and how to stop it. Understood?

Yeah, I understand, but Fisk...

I'll circle back later,
see how that's going.

Yeah, can't wait.

Hey!
How you doing?

Good. I'm good.

So, I heard you went to see
Dr. Roszak last week.

Yeah, I sure did.

I have an appointment
with her later today,

but I'm... I'm good.
I think I'm gonna cancel.

Well, you do
what you feel is right,

but it'll pay off
if you stick with it.

Dr. Roszak really helped Dee
with what she was going through.

And... she helped me.

Okay. I'll give it another shot.

You are a really good friend,
Robyn McCall.

It takes one to know one.

Okay.

All right, I got to get
more stuff before opening.

I'll be right back.
Okay.

We're not open yet.

Can you make an exception?

Marcus.

Hey, Robyn.
What are you doing in New York?

You didn't call me or anything.

I just landed half an hour ago.

Haven't slept.

It's Big Ben.

He's taken a turn for the worse.

What happened?
Hematoma on the brain.

Mm.
They had to bring him out
of his coma to operate.

They say he's stable, but...

he still hasn't
regained consciousness.

And where does it stand now?

Not sure, but it can't be great.
They told me to fly in.

Well, whatever you need,
you know I'm here for you.

Mel. Hey.

Hi, stranger. Um...

You know, I'll catch her up

on everything.
You go see your father.

Call you later?
Yes.

Good to see you.
Good to see you.

I... Okay, bye.

What was that?
What's he doing here?

And why did you send him off
so quickly?

He's here to see his father.

Not me.
Oh.

Okay.
But he came here

first, to see you.

Mr. Dante, you made it.

How's he doing?

Well, hard to say.

The next few hours are
gonna be critical, but, um...

...you should take some time
with your father.

I understand.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hey, Pop.

Why did you join the military?

Lots of reasons, I guess.

Can you name one?

The first one comes to mind.

Nobody wanted me to.

Who's nobody?

My family.
My dad

and older brother
were career military men.

I idolized them
and wanted to do what they did.

But in my family,

women weren't supposed
to choose that path.

But you did it anyway.

You rebelled.
You signed up knowing

that something traumatic
might happen.

Then it did.

Are you saying this is my fault?

I'm saying

you knew the risks
and you did it anyway.

There were many ways
you could have rebelled.

Why enlist?

There must have been
a compelling reason.

I don't know.
Okay?

Don't know?

Or don't want to think about it?

I'm gonna stop.

I think that is best.
Yeah.

It'll take a lot of effort
to get past this, and...

I don't think you're up to it.

I know what you're doing.

What's that?
You're challenging me.

You're saying that
I can't do something

'cause you think it's gonna
make me want to do it.

Oh.

Is it working?

I...

I got your text.

Fisk must be pleased.

If by "pleased," you mean
predictably unappreciative,

then, yeah, very.

Anything interesting?

Yeah, actually.

I discovered
an SOS signal.

I think the hacker
that wrote this program

did it against his will.

His will?

Why do you think it's a "he"?

I mean, the same way
the CIA taught you

to profile based on
people's actions

and words
and expressions and things,

I can do the same with code.

Okay, so what else can you

tell us about him from his code?

Based on his sequencing,
that he's young. Probably,

you know, 20, maybe younger.

Calls himself Kaos.

He's brash.
His syntax

is remarkably innovative.

I mean, brilliant even.

I'm mean, there's
some stuff in here

I-I've never even seen before,

and I've seen it all.

He-he throws in
these little flourishes.

You know, uh, he's sort of
showing off. He's cocky.

Cocky,

brash, brilliant.

Sounds like you at 20.

Yeah.

I mean, I only wish

I was this advanced
when I was 20 years old.

There's also this.

See this, like, repeating
pattern here in the code?

I'll take your word for it.
It's filler.

I mean, it's basically
just like,

"All work and no play
makes Jack a dull boy,"

over and over again.
So he's stalling.

Making it look like
he was working when he wasn't.

Right. He was trying
to fool whoever it is

that's forcing him
to write this thing.

How's any of this relevant?
You know, you're gonna

get yourself shot
one day doing that.

It'd probably be
the other way round.

Harry, I told you to focus on
the program, not the programmer.

And I told you there's a kid
out there who needs our help.

How long ago did we clone
this hard drive-- three months?

Yeah.
Which probably means

that if the kid's good enough
to make a program like this...

Probably finished it by now.

Right.

And if he already
finished it,

then there was no reason
to keep him alive.

You said you'd be
finished by now.

Same thing you
said a week ago.

There's a bug in the program.

But it'll be done in an hour.

It better be.

When he's done,

put a bullet in his head.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be

insensitive about the kid.

Well, you're doing
a damn good job of it anyway.

Point is he may be gone,

but his program lives on,

presenting a clear
and present danger

to our country's freedom.

That is what
you need to focus on.

I'm not just gonna leave
this kid out there to die.

Help me understand--

is this some kind
of hacker's honor code?

Want to understand,
okay? This kid was me,

and nobody came to save me.

I sure as hell am
not gonna let Kaos

twist in the wind
the same way I did.

What do you mean,
nobody came to save you?

You know, my
mom was gone

and my dad
wasn't exactly hands-on,

and I was a...
anti-social wise-ass

who didn't have many...

- any friends.
- Sounds like

every supervillain
origin story ever.

You know what, forget it.

You know, forget him, Harry.

Go on.

When I got my first computer,
um, you know,

I barely left my room.

I had all
the friends

I needed online.
The trouble was,

my skills started attracting

the wrong kind of friends.

What do you mean?

I mean I was
careless.

I let enough personal
information slip

that some very bad
guys figured out

who I was and where I lived.
So you were being

leveraged.
It started out small.

You know, it was,
uh, identity theft

and credit card cloning.

But enough
to hold over your head,

threaten to turn you in.

Yeah, or worse.

You know,
and-and the more serious

the things
they wanted me to do were,

the more serious
the threats were,

until, finally, I realized
there was only one way out.

So you enlisted.

Yeah.
I mean, the military

had been trying
to recruit me for years,

so I eventually just said yes.

How come you never
told me about this?

'Cause... I was embarrassed.

I was ashamed
of what I had done.

Well, you had no choice.

Sorry you had to
go through that, Harry.

Look, I get it.
You feel a kinship

with this kid.
Very noble.

But even if he was
miraculously still alive,

he could be
anywhere in the world.

So, trying to find him
would not only be

an exercise in futility...

It would distract me
from focusing on the program.

Okay.

So, since we're clear,

I will leave you to it,

and I suggest you do the same.

You're not giving up
on Kaos, are you?

Hell no.

Got a text from Dante.

I got to meet him
at the hospital.

Dante's in town?

And he didn't
call me?

Yeah, Big Ben
is not doing so well.

Keep me posted on the kid.

What are you doing here?

See, now, I'd tell you,

but it's need to know,

and since you're
sidelined,

you don't.

Good luck with the lunch rush.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Course.

What are they saying?
They're not,

but I get the sense
that this might be it.

Oh, Marcus.

So many questions
I want to ask him.

Things I need to get off
my chest, and now...

Well, say 'em anyway.

Tell him.
You'll regret it

if you don't.

Who knows.
Maybe he'll hear it, somehow.

It's like
I'm a little kid again.

Pop slipping out
in the middle of the night

without so much as a whisper.

Fisk, you've got to stop.

Babe, what-what are you doing

down here? You haven't
been down here for months.

Are you all right?
Is everything okay?

You tell me.
I just saw Fisk.

What's he doing
here? And...

why is this here?

Since when do we keep the coffee
table on this side of the room?

I mean, honey,
you're doing so well

with your recovery
and everything. Y-Y...

You-you think now is the
best time to-to talk about Fisk?

Harry Keshegian, you promised
me that you would never

keep anything from me
again, especially

when it comes to that guy,
so tell me what's going on.

And what were you
eating on this couch?

Macaroons.
Okay, listen, I finally

cracked that drive
from Budapest.

I discovered a distress signal
from a hacker

who's young, and-and brilliant.

His name is Kaos,
and he's doing things

that he... he doesn't
want to be doing.

And I can't stop
obsessing about it.
Because he's you.

'Cause he's in the exact
same position you were.

Yeah. Fisk says
I should forget about it,

that he's probably dead.

Yeah, well, Fisk lies.
A lot, so,

if you're worried
about this kid, then

let's find him.

Yeah, really? Wait...
You're gonna help?
Yeah.

You're sure that
that's all right?

Yeah, it's fine. I'm fine.
Okay.

Okay, so, uh, what else
do we know about this

Kaos? God, I'm glad
you didn't have

a dumb hacker name like that.
Right.

Yeah.

Uh, Kaos.

Kaos' real name is Jason Smith,
which I discovered by accessing

the cybercrime watchlist,

a list I myself grazed
when I was a teenager.

There's got to be hundreds
of Jason Smiths.

There are, and it's possible
that none of them are Kaos.

I mean, he probably went off the
grid like I did when I was 15.

Okay, well, maybe we can use
your similarities to find him.

What else were you doing
when you were 15?

Don't be gross.
Heh. All right, sorry. Um...

Oh, I won a National
Merit Scholarship.
Okay.

No.
Okay. What else, what else?

Weren't you suspended?

Yeah.

I hacked into the system,
change all my grades to A's.

I was the only
honor roll student

who had never gone to school.

Ah. I got something.

Mount Kisco Gazette.

He's local.

"Jason Smith, 13.

"Suspended from Hamilton High

"after he managed
to use his computer

to change his grades."
That's got to be him, right?

High school record
shows an address in Scarsdale.

And, uh, he's got
a chronic medical condition.

His medication needs
to be compounded.

How many pharmacies do that?
All right.

There's one in Queens
with a standing prescription

for a Jason Smith.

It just got filled
two weeks ago.

Means he's alive.

It was paid for by

a corporate card
with a listed address uptown.

Okay, I'm gonna check it out.

I'll go with you.
What? Are you sure?

I mean, coming down here

was kind of one thing, but...

What, you don't think I'm ready
to go back out in the field?

I don't... I'm...
Do-do you?

Actually, I don't know.

How about I take Rob?

Okay, fine.
Fine, but be careful.

I will.
Okay.

I've been looking for that mug!

Sorry!

Hey, there you are.
Great news for you.

Your father's awake.
Now, he's still

a little bit groggy
and disoriented,

but that's to be expected.

Hey, Pop. Welcome back.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

It's me.
Marcus.

Who?

* With the speed
of a thousand atomic blasts ♪

♪ They'll try
to take the world from us... ♪

♪ We rise, never

♪ Backing down from a fight ♪

♪ We fall, but only after
finding the light... ♪

Kaos?

Who are you?

We're gonna get you out of here.

He doesn't have the key on him.

Yeah, the bearded man has it.

Who?

Oh, this rescue's going great.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Harry, pick up.

Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

See anything?

The kid! He's gone!

Find them.
On it. Let's do it.

Go. Let's go, let's go!

Seriously, who are you people?

Let's go.

Inside, inside!

Get 'em!

Go, go, go!

- Behind the car.
- Go, go, go, go!

Come on, come on!
Let's go!

We got 'em now!

Behind the car!

I'm out.

Me too.

Get in!

Go with Mel.
Ready? Come on.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Want to try that again?
I'm sorry.

Thank you for saving our lives.
That's better.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I saw that you guys needed help.

I told you not to come.

Are you two always like this?

'Cause it was a lot quieter
back in my cage.

How 'bout a little gratitude,
all right? We're rescuing you.

I found your SOS in your code.

You found it?
You're a hacker?

Must have raised
the retirement age.

Rob is texting us.
She wants us to meet her.

Now you check your phone?
I've been calling you.

I didn't get a call. What call?
They jammed the signal
so I can't contact anyone.

She wants us to meet her
at the Bed-Stuy location.

Okay. Hold on.

What the hell?!
Who taught you how to drive?

Put your seat belt on. She's
making sure we're not followed.

Bro, why don't you take
the wheel? 'Cause she thinks

she's playing GTA V.

Don't test me, kid.

Because I
will turn this car around

and take you back!

She's kidding.
Yeah, oh,

thank you for
explaining sarcasm to me.

I'm not kidding.

I know, I know.

Come in.

Hey.

How's the
essay going?

Mm.

What's going on?

Yeah, I just thought

I had all of these cool

life experiences, but...

right now, nothing seems right.

You kidding? You have
so much material to choose from.

Granted, some of it may be
too classified to use...

Like Mom being abducted.

Like that.

But you've done

so many other remarkable things.

You talked your friend Vera
out of killing herself.

You helped rescue your friend
from that conversion camp.

And what about that girl
out of the beach house

taking those awful pills?

You know, that is exactly it.

All of those events
are about other people.

I want to write
about something I chose,

something that speaks
to my spirit.

You know? Like...

when I got arrested
for protesting.

If they find out
that you have a record...

I know. But that's-that's
the only thing about me

that's even
remotely interesting.

Honey, that's not true.

Then why can't
I think of anything?

I don't know,
you probably just...

Writer's block.

'Kay.

What do I do?
I think

you should go to Vera's
for a bit.
I don't even think

I'd be able to enjoy it
at this point.

Here's the thing,
my love.

Good ideas are
very shy creatures.

If you go searching for
them, they tend to hide.

But the moment you pretend
you're not interested,

they have a way
of sneaking up on you.

So,

you're my son.

Marcus.

Marcus Dante.

That's our last name.

And I have
two grandkids.

Stefon and Kyler.

It sounds so nice.

I just wish I could
remember any of it.

The doctor said
your memory could come back.

Slowly or all at once.

Or... not at all.

This must be hard on you.

I'm trying to
remember. I am.

I know.

Seem like such
a nice person.

Were we close?

Tell me some of the father-son
things that we did together.

Maybe it'll... jog
something loose.

Maybe you should rest.

You made it.

Thanks to Mel.

Kaos, this is...

Dandelion547.

Hello, Jason.

I've been worried about you.

You're my CIA contact?
That's right.

I can't believe
that you know him.

He's an asset.
So you

sent this team to find me?

No. He said you were dead.

- Probably dead.
- Come on.

That's a new
low, even for you.

You don't know what happened.

I recruited Jason

online to infiltrate

a cyberterrorist group,

the Dragonfly Collective.

Wait, that's who these guys are?

They're ransomware specialists.

They've extorted nearly
a billion dollars in bitcoin

over the last few years.

Why didn't you
tell me any of this?

Because you didn't need to know.

Know about what-- the money?

You're after that bitcoin.

You want to cripple
a terrorist group,

that's what you do--

you seize their assets.

So that's what's on that drive,

buried in all that code--

blockchain keys to that bitcoin.

That's what I'm hoping.

It's there.
1.2 billion of it.

Is there anyone you trust
with the truth?

Trust makes you vulnerable,

which is something
I can't afford to be.

I get that.

I really do.

But you have to put your
faith in the right people.

Makes you a lot stronger than
you could ever be on your own.

Ho-Hold on a second.

When we were
in Budapest,

I fell. Right?

You had the drive.
You could've gotten away clean.

But you came back for me,

were willing
to sacrifice

your life for mine, but somehow
I'm not worthy of your trust?

There's a big difference.

Sacrifice is an act

that imperils one person.

Trust can jeopardize the world.

Still, you can't

wall yourself off from everyone.

That's no way to live.
I don't recommend it,

that's for sure.

Keeping everything to yourself.

Everything you do,

think, feel--

it's lonely.

But it's the way it has to be.

Does it?

I wish I could afford
to trust people.

I really do. But if
there's anyone in the world

I could count on,

it would be you three.

I can't believe it.

I actually feel bad for the guy.
Hold on a second.

What about that program
you've been so worried about?

The one that can
take down the grid.

That's all dummy code.

It was a lure
Jason dangled

to get into business
with Dragonfly.

It's not a real program.
Actually,

it is now.

Wait...

you actually built it?

Yeah. Funny thing
about being left for dead

is, uh, you actually have
to keep from getting killed,

which, in this case, meant
providing what I promised them.

Are they planning to use it?

No.

They are planning on selling it.

To the highest bidder.
Tonight.

Okay, what exactly

- are we talking about here?
- Oh, nothing,

just a cyberweapon
that can render our country

completely defenseless
without a moment's warning.

I'm sorry, okay?
I stalled as long as I could.

I'm afraid "sorry" is not
gonna cut it at this point.

Okay, well, I don't know
if there's a card

for "Oops, I made
a dangerous cyberweapon."

Hey, it's not your fault, kid.

Bottom line is we need to stop

Dragonfly before
they auction this thing off.

Harry, can you
hack into the site?

- I'm gonna have to find it first.
- That's okay.

I'll take it from here.

Assuming they're still
using the same digital ID,

I can spoof it and create

a mirror link.
What? No, no, no.

That'll-that'll take
way too long.

A cryptanalysis RAT
is our best bet.

Yeah, that'd be a super great
idea if it were 1997, Boomer.

Boomer? Really? I mean, why
does everybody leave out Gen X?

Hey! This is not a hard drive
measuring contest.

Just work together
and find the site.

All right, we're dealing with
a garlic routing system here,

which means time
is definitely an issue.

What about an MFA bypass?

And if I use polymorphic code,

the system protocols
should approve me.

We're in.
There you go.

- But we're too late.
- It's already been sold.

The-the...
Um, that sequence of numbers

in that subtab.
The last DM sent to the buyer.

It's coordinates

to a street in Brooklyn.

They're gonna meet.
Why didn't

they just send this program
over a secured link?

Ever since you and Mr. CIA

made all that noise in Budapest,

they've been scared of someone

stealing it electronically.

So this weapon exists
on a hard drive only.

Which is why they need
to meet in person.

It's the only copy.
I made sure of that by putting

a clone-blocking feature
in the code.

So all we have to do
is intercept the exchange.

Which could be
happening right now.

So we got to
move, people.

Oh.
Hey, uh, do I get a gun?

- No. Because you're not coming.
- He's got to.

He's the only one who knows
what this guy looks like.

How many more times
you gonna risk this kid's life?

Harry, it'll be okay.

You and Kaos
set up on overwatch.

All he has to do
is ID the target.

We'll handle the rest.

Can I get a sitrep?

Still nothing.

It's been hours.

Maybe the exchange happened
before we got here.

Then let's hope not.

Boys, you see anything?

Mm, nothing yet.

Oh, wait a minute.

Coming down the pier.
See that?

That's not him.

You sure?
What do you think?

The guy threatened me daily
for four months straight.

So, yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, a simple "yes"
would suffice.

All right, false alarm.

Stand by.

Man, who knew stakeouts
were so boring, huh?

Might as well be back in a cage.

That's a tad dramatic,
don't you think?

Not really.

Just plug me in
and let me exist online.

I used to think just like you.

I used to be you, basically.

Don't flatter yourself.

See? Exactly.

And I used to push people away

by making snide little comments

just like that.

Dude, I get it, man.

People are hard.

They're unpredictable.

They take work.

You know, it took me years
to figure out

that being online all the time--

that's-that's the cage.

And I get it.
Life can be

really boring
sometimes.

But having IRL friends
makes it all worth it.

Take it from me.

Well, since we're stuck IRL,

can we at least get some KFC?

'Cause I've had
nothing but ramen

and Mountain Dew for months,
and I am...

Wait.

That's him, with the blue bag.

Positive ID. Heading westbound,

north side of the street.
Black jean jacket,

carrying a blue gym bag.

Eyes on target.

He's headed your way, Rob.

It's got to be in that gym bag.

Means the exchange

hasn't happened yet.

Take him.

What happened?

It's a dead drop.

No.

The guy

with the baseball cap.

It was a swap.

He's the buyer.

Hey, he's getting away.

It's okay, all right?
The drive is the priority.

That dude locked me
in a cage for months,

we're just gonna let him walk?

We will catch up
with him later, okay?

Freeze!

Put that bag down.

I...

I got to go help
them. You stay put.

Got it? Got it?

It's here.
We got the drive.

Okay.

Hey, Kaos, we're clear.

You can come down now.

I'm here.

I'm not letting this guy
get away.

Not after all this.

What do...
You're, wait, you're where?

Where is "here"?
Where are you?

Pier 14.
I think he's looking for a boat.

Don't worry, I'm following
from a safe distance.

I'm just gonna
keep an eye on him

until you guys can get here.

No, no, no, no, no.
You can't do that.

Okay?
It's too dangerous.

All right? Get out of there.

Kaos.
Jason, talk to me.

Kaos!

Jason! Can you hear me?

Looking for me?

Jason? Kaos!
I-I got to go after him.

Then we're all going.

I have to secure the drive.

Yeah.

Let him go. It's over.

Back off!

That must be his boat

off in the distance.

- Anybody got a shot?
- I could,

but I'd risk hitting the kid.

That's a risk

none of us are gonna take.

We got to do something.

Kaos gets on that boat,

we'll never see him again.

Hey!

I'll trade you.
The drive

- for the kid.
- Keep it.

I'll have the kid
make me another.

And another
after that.

Not if he's dead.

One bullet from this

will tear a hole
right through him

and right into you.

Fisk, you are not
pulling that trigger.

One more step, Harry,
and I shoot the kid.

In fact,
I just might

shoot him anyway

for the greater good.

Fisk!
You're not gonna shoot him.

Oh, yes, I will.

You can either believe me
or find out the hard way.

I am a man of my word.

So what is it gonna be?

Trade the drive for the kid

or die?

I'll give
you to three,

then I decide for you.

One.

Two.

Okay.

I'll let him go

if you take his place
as my shield.

Okay.

No guns, no tricks.

I want your
hands tied up!

You have zip ties?

You know I wasn't
really gonna shoot that kid?

Yeah, if you say so.

Hope you got a plan here.

You know me.

I always got a plan.

Hold down the fort, Mall Cop.

You got a new lease
on life, kid.

Make it count.

For the both of us.

Come-come on, come on,
come on. Behind.

I don't understand something.

If that program
was so important,

why would he just
give him back the drive?

Doesn't make any sense.

I always got a plan.

Hold down the fort, Mall Cop.

Fisk, no!

Fisk!

Fisk, don't do it!

It's hard to believe
he's really gone.

I've seen that man

get out of so many tough spots,

you start to think
he's invincible.

He did that for me.

Gave himself up
so that I could live.

He said I should make it count.

For both of us.

That's just a lot to live up to.

Kid, don't take
this the wrong way,

but he didn't do
that just for you.

He did it for
all of us.

Yeah.

His priorities
were always in order.

Nothing was more important
than the greater good.

Even if it meant
the ultimate sacrifice.

To Fisk.

Uh, y-you doing all right?

I mean, that's a lot
for your first day back.

It was triggering,
I'm not gonna lie,

but if I can see that and not...

go there...

...I think I'm ready
to come back.

Finally.

Ooh.

Well, we're ready to have you.

I'm gonna head out.

You have somewhere to go?

Yeah, I got a small place.

Uh, my parents are gone,
so just me.

You know,
I could make a few calls

to get you a proper job
with the Agency.

Yeah, I think I've had enough

dealings with the CIA
for a while.

But thank you, all of you.

You know, I really
appreciate everything

you guys did for me.

I guess if this is what
having friends is like, then...

it's pretty cool.

Well, hey, listen,
I'm-I'm around

if you ever want to,
I don't know, talk or,

you know, grab some food
or whatever or, you know,

I don't know--
TikTok dance thing?

Yeah, I don't do TikTok.

Stay in touch.
I will.

And, you know,
I'm happy to lend a hand

if my skills
are ever needed again.

Especially you, Boomer.

Just in case you need help

resetting
your Facebook password,

change the microwave clock...

Ah. Okay, bye.

Take it easy.
Yeah.

Thanks for coming again.

So, what are they saying?
Is the memory loss permanent?

They don't know.
We'll have to wait and see.

It's a lot to process.

But at least he's still alive.

Yeah. Hm.

He's done it again, you know?

Wriggled off the hook.

Wiped the past clean,

no accountability for any of it.

Another free pass for Big Ben.

You know, there's another way
to look at this.

How's that?

If the past
really is a blank slate,

then it's an opportunity.

To start fresh.

You know,
build that relationship

with your father
that you always wanted.

How many people say they get
a second chance, Marcus?

I could do that.

Or I could walk away
and not look back.

- I mean, I know.
- My grandma had birds.

No way.
Hi, sweetheart.

Hey.

How's your essay going?

Oh, it's not.

Mm.

Poor baby,
she had writer's block.

I don't have
writer's block.

I have life block.

It's like I've been
following this arbitrary

set of rules that
I created and...

there's just more to life
than being responsible.

It's my senior year.

If not now, then when?

It's time for me
to embrace my reckless side.

You know, throw
caution to the wind,

do things I'm not
supposed to do.

Hold up.

You have done things
you're not supposed to do

and it got you arrested.

Don't write about that.

Yeah, don't worry, I won't.

Let the child spread
her wings a little.

She'll find a happy medium.

Just don't fly too high.

I won't.

You know what? I think

Vera's darty
has turned into a party,

so I'm gonna go head over there.

I love you guys.
Have fun.

Love you, too.

How was your lunch with Miles?

Ah.

Uh, canceled it.

Dante's in town.

He's back?
It's just temporary.

His father's sick
so he's here to see him.

You know how much
I like that man.

But I do feel obliged
to remind you of how you felt

the last time he was here

and then left again.

You're right.

He's not moving back.

And even if he did,

maybe Dante is just
too much like you.

He cares more about
helping other people

than he does himself.

You can't be mad at that.
No.

But when he's needed

in whatever far-flung corner
of the globe,

he will be

on the next plane.

I know.

You're right, Aunt Vi.

But he's here now.

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