02x01 - Aftermath

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Previously on The Equalizer...

CIA wants you back, Robyn.

I don't work for them anymore.

WOMAN: I've got nowhere else to turn.

ROBYN: I'm the one you
call when you can't call .

This is melody,
one of my oldest friends.

Trouble's my specialty.

ROBYN: How's it going, Harry?

Enjoying being dead?

MEL: You got him out
of one life sentence

and straight into another.

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

ROBYN: I need those
freaky-ass superpowers of yours.

(GRUNTING)

What made you cross the line?

There is no line,

so you have to decide
who you're gonna be

and what you're willing to do
to get justice.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING, g*nf*re)

Call !

Do the police have any idea
what happened?

- I'm not waiting.
- DELILAH: I saw something.

The money, g*ns...

You don't work
for a charity, do you, mom?

There's some things
that you don't understand.

Who are you?

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Down!

- Everybody down! Stand back!
- (SCREAMING)

Hands where I can see 'em!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Bank manager!

Vault. Now.

At the wall!

ROBBER: Hands up!

- Please...
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Anyone else want to die?

- (SOBBING, SCREAMING)
- keep your head down!

Move it!

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

We got company!

- Time to lock and load.
- All right, let's go. Hurry up.

Go. Go, go.

OFFICER: Keep it covered!

Still need that coffee, Paley?

Nope, wide awake now. Thanks for that.

- Hey, Dante.
- What have we got?

Alarm was tripped three minutes ago.

Been at least one g*nsh*t.
And we've seen one

at the window
and assume hostages inside.

ESU's ten minutes out. Hnt's on route.

Allen, get these people

- back behind this building.
- (g*nf*re)

- (SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTS)

Officer down, officer down!
Paley, call for backup.

Dispatch, sh*ts fired. Officer down.

We need immediate backup and EMT.

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

Hang in there, hang in there.

(GRUNTS)

- Ah!
- Go, go, go, go!

Where's that ambulance? Paley?

Paley.

- Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- (GROANS)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, come on, I got you.

I got you. I got you.

Hang in there.

(GASPING) I got you.

♪ The god k*ller ♪

♪ this Tokyo and I'm Godzilla ♪

♪ playing Blackjack versus death ♪

♪ g*n on the card dealer ♪

♪ just bought a demon ♪

♪ I'm screamin' up out the car dealer ♪

♪ the last temptation of Mike,
but I'm a god figure ♪

♪ tell beelzebub
that the god don't need a job ♪

♪ and if I did, the oligarchs would be ♪

♪ missing, m*rder*d and robbed ♪

♪ the money never meant much. ♪

Looks like you left it all on the field.

Not even half of it.

I talked to Miles this morning.

He said for the past two weeks,

Delilah has just been
going to school, coming home,

and spending most
of her time in her room.

Well, at least she's not
going around telling everyone

who her mother really is.

Telling her was a bad idea.

She's smart, Robyn, like you.

We couldn't keep lying to her.

She was already asking questions.

It was just... Just a matter of time.

But at least it could have
been on my own terms.

I mean, maybe I should just
go over there and make her

- talk to me.
- Right.

'Cause that would end well.

What you told her was a lot, honey.

She just needs
the space to work through it.

Forcing her to come home
before she's ready...

We just push her further away.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Maybe what she needs is a good push.

♪ ♪

so sorry, Marcus.

We were on our way to get coffee.

Weren't even supposed
to be on shift yet.

Zamansky and Sokolov?

No leads yet on the getaway vehicle,

but we're running prints
on a robber you took out now.

Anything on the bank security tapes?

They've all been erased.

These guys knew how
to cover their tracks,

how much they get?

Not a dime.

According to the manager,
they didn't touch the tills.

They only took a safe-deposit box.

Whose box?

McCall, just in time.

Where is the corpse?

- Wow.
- Oh, good, Rob's here.

We can get on with this macabre ritual.

Come on, babe. Five years.

Five years of freedom
from being hunted by the feds.

Five years of being stuck underground.

It's getting a little old.

- Oh, come on, shut up and blow.
- (LAUGHS)

MEL AND ROBYN: Yay!

(ROBYN LAUGHS)

Oh. Presents.

- I do like presents.
- Happy deathday.

Oh, Rob...

- Oh... Rob.
- Sick!

I mean, I feel seen.

- You are seen.
- (HARRY AND MEL LAUGH)

HARRY: Thank you.

Yeah, thank you. (LAUGHS)

Ooh.

Little-little early

- for cake, right?
- HARRY: Oh, come on, Rob.

- Breakfast of champions.
- MEL: That's right.

Oh, and speaking of champions,

we got a few texts on the board...

That deserve a look.

Word on the alt-net is that

you are a real-life hero.

Your legend is growing.

Yeah, that's the problem.

I'm too exposed.

When I was working overseas,
no one knew who I was.

Now my legend has gone all
the way to the DA's office.

Cops know about me.

Delilah does, too.

Maybe I was foolish,

thinking I could do this work
so close to home.

I don't know, guys,
maybe it's time we stop.

- Well, any luck?
- The box was opened

under a stolen identity.

The guy who supposedly owns it

lives in Omaha.

He's never even been to New York,

had no clue there was a box
registered under his name.

- Who set it up?
- No idea.

And without the security video,
there's no way to find out.

Where are we with the dead robber's ID?

We've run prints
and facial rec. No hits.

Come on.

You don't Rob a bank
without having priors.

He has to be in the system.

The FBI team ran him
through their system as well.

Nada. It's like he doesn't exist.

No vehicle, no video,

no ID, no idea what they were after.

Clock's ticking, cap.

How are we supposed to find these guys

if we don't know where to start?

You let her parents know?

Yeah.

We'll keep pushing.

Someone's gotta know these guys.

MEL: I'm glad you came.

And the other stuff...

We'll figure it out.

Hey, you know, Rob, if-if you want me to

hack into Delilah's texts

- just to see what she's saying...
- ROBYN: No.

I don't want to inv*de her privacy.

Yet.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hmm.

What? Delilah?

Dante.

How's it going, detective?

It's been a day.

Is everything okay?

No. Listen, I, uh...

I want to hire you.

There's something I need...

...Equalized.

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(BIRDS SINGING)

Thanks for meeting me.

Deserted garage. Very Watergate.

I could lose my badge for this.

DA's still gunning for you.

Yeah, I know.

I just came by to say I'm sorry
about what happened to Paley.

And the others.

But I can't help you with this.

Wait, what?

Something came up.

I'm hitting pause for a minute.

"Hitting pause"?

You have any idea
what it took to call you?

- Listen...
- No, you listen.

Every time you asked, I was there.

Against my better judgement,
I showed up,

because the people
you were helping needed it.

Well, now I need it.

These bank robbers left nothing
behind, not a single trace.

And every minute
that ticks away without a lead,

we get a mile further from catching them

and one step closer
to this going unsolved.

I can't let that happen.

Those officers were k*lled on my watch.

She was k*lled on my watch.

So I'm asking you:

Help me find these men.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

Um...

So, how does this work?

What... What does it cost?

I don't charge.

Let's just say I have some money
stashed away from previous work.

Allows me to take the cases
that really matter.

This one matters.

Media doesn't know this yet,

but the only thing they hit
was a safe-deposit box

opened under a stolen identity,

so we can't even identify the owner.

And the one I managed to take down,

he doesn't seem to exist.

I figured since
you don't seem to exist...

Maybe you could shed some light.

(g*nf*re)

Barbarians.

They'll just sh**t at anything.

Officer down, officer down!

Damn, look at him
racing out there like that.

No wonder they have a thing.

I wouldn't call it "a thing."

Yeah? What would you call it, then?

It's called mutual respect, Harry.

Oh, yeah, no, of course, but, uh,

are you sure you're cool with this?

I mean, talk about exposure.

He came to me this time.

I couldn't say no.

The way these guys work their gear,

I'm willing to bet they
have special forces training.

Well, if that's true,
then our dead guy should

be in one of the databases.

Only he's not. We ran
him through m*llitary,

FBI, Interpol and

he's not in the system,
which he would be

unless he's in a classified
closed system database

I can't access, in which case...

And I don't admit this lightly...

I can't help.

But you know who could?

Look, yes, Bishop absolutely
should have told you

the CIA traded away Mason Quinn,

but, I don't know,
he was trying to protect you.

He lied to me.

- I know.
- About a t*rror1st

- who tried to k*ll me.
- I know.

How can I ever trust him again?

(SCOFFS) you don't have to trust him.

Look, Bishop probably hates that

you're mad at him.
Use that to leverage him.

You know why I love you, right?

Yeah, 'cause I'm smart, loyal

and I'm fun to be around.

You know why I love you?

The thing I do with the bandanas?

Pretty much.

- He says he'll meet.
- Great.

Picture him with angel wings.

That always works for me.

And I'll look into the safe-deposit box.

If they opened it using a fake ID,

whoever stole the ID
probably left a digital fingerprint.

BISHOP: Well.

This is a nice, deserted spot.

You're not planning
on sh**ting me, are you?

Depends on how this meeting goes.

I heard about Delilah.

What happened to her friend,

that's a terrible thing.

I also heard that
she's been staying at her dad's

for the last couple of weeks.

What, are you keeping tabs on me?

Well, just 'cause you're pissed

doesn't mean I stopped caring. Okay?

What happened?

- She found out.
- How much?

Everything. About the CIA,

what I do now.

That I've been lying to her
her entire life.

- You know, like that.
- Oy.

Nothing like counting on
a hormonal -year-old

to keep your
life and death secrets, right?

(SIGHS)

But that's not why you're here.

I need a name.

He and his pals sh*t up

the first world bank this morning.

Police can't identify him;
Neither can I.

Hey, you owe me.

(SCOFFS) okay.

I'll see what I can do.

I have something for you.

Everything I could dig up on Mason Quinn

since the CIA let him go.

I figure I owe you that, too.

But a word of advice.

Don't open it.

He's not your problem anymore.

Don't let yourself get dragged
back into the past.

(PHONE RINGING)

Harry, what you got?

All right,
so you know that stolen identity

that was used to rent the box?

Well, looks like it was, uh,
sold on the dark web

after a data breach.

So I cross-referenced its uses with

source isps, fraudulent purchases,

credit card company investigations...

Harry, remember that conversation

about you giving me too much detail?

But it's the details that
make it sound impressive, man.

I mean, what, would you
prefer it if I was just like,

hey, guess what, I found the guy?

You know, then you
wouldn't know how hard it was.

Did you find the guy?

Yes. Maybe.

I mean, you know, it's circumstantial.

Guy's name is Atticus Lee.

Lives right here in the city.

Uh, former marine,
recipient of the purple heart,

hit hard times at home,
minor possession rap

made him unemployable,
so he turned to crime.

Cops busted him for B and E
and stealing jewelry.

Pretty sure the box belongs to him.

Harry...

Yeah?

I'm impressed.

You have an address?

You sure this is the guy?

No, but...

My burden of proof
isn't as high as yours.

Look, you might want
to hang back for this.

The information I got came...

Not so legally.

I don't know anything about that.

I'm just here acting on a tip
from a confidential informant.

I'm not hanging back.

I need answers.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Somebody was looking for something.

Blood.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

Somebody's here.

(SOFT CLATTER)

(DOOR CLOSES IN DISTANCE)

(GASPS)

It's okay. We're the good guys.

Come on, baby, you're safe now.

Come on.

Tell me your name, sweetie.

Kelsey.

Oh, that's pretty neat.

If you tell us what happened,

I promise we can help you.

Bad men came and broke into the house.

My daddy told me to hide
in my special place.

And not to come out
until he said it was okay.

These men...

Did you see them?

But I heard them. They were loud.

What were they saying?

That they wanted it back.

And there were other sounds.

Scary sounds.

I think they were hurting him.

(EXHALES)

Do you know what happened to him?

After a while, it got quiet.

And I fell asleep.

When I woke up, they were all gone.

And you didn't call the police?

Daddy says never call the police.

They'll take you to jail.

And he told me to wait.

And when I heard you,

I-I thought maybe he was back.

Where's your mom?

I was supposed
to spend the week with her.

But she got in trouble because of dr*gs.

Daddy and I take care of each other.

When is he coming home?

DANTE: What do you think?

I think her dad stole
from the wrong people

and whatever he took, they want it back.

How does the safe-deposit box fit in?

I think he set it up
to hide stolen jewelry

until he could get rid of it.

That way,
if the cops searched his house,

he'd be clean and they couldn't
connect him to the box.

Only they may have gotten it out of him.

In which case, Atticus is already dead.

Let's try to hold on
to hope a little longer.

She's a brave one.

I'll take her to social services,

make sure she's okay.

And I'll see if I can find her mother.

- Okay.
- (PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, what you got?

Well, nothing good.

That dead bank robber?

The reason you can't find him?

He's CIA.

Well, this was hard for even me to find.

I had to call in some favors.

His name is Dustin Dempsey.

Intelligence operative,
works mostly overseas.

- You're saying this was CIA?
- No.

Whatever he was doing,

he was doing it off book.

He's supposed to be on
a fishing trip in Montana

right now.

So what's one of our agents doing

robbing a bank?

You can tell me.

I mean, dude was with a team,

so maybe you could get
a list of known associates.

Folks he missioned with.

Oh, boy, you give a mouse a cookie...

What else you want? His pants size

and his favorite ice cream?

No, his shoe size

- and his favorite color.
- Okay, okay.

Meanwhile, you watch your back.

Going up against guys like Dempsey?

It's like going up against yourself.

You hear me?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(PLAYING "OLD MAN" BY NEIL YOUNG)

♪ Old man, look at my life ♪

♪ twenty-four and so much more ♪

♪ live alone in a paradise ♪

♪ that makes me think of two ♪

♪ love lost ♪

- ♪ such a cost. ♪
- Uh-oh.

Neil Young?

What's wrong?

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

How is it, out in the sun?

With all the other humanoids?

Uh, it's crowded
and noisy and difficult.

Well, after five years, I kind of miss

crowded, noisy and difficult.

Going to see bad movies,

eating hot dogs off of

speciously unsanitary carts,

flipping off cab drivers.

Yeah, well, you also like
not looking over your shoulder.

And, uh, I don't know,
not being in prison?

Can't I have both?

So do you think Rob is

serious about not doing this anymore?

I don't know.

I mean, this whole Delilah
thing's got her rattled.

Mm-hmm. What about us?

I mean, if she stops,
would you want to keep doing it?

I mean, we're doing pretty good, right?

Let's just focus on
what's in front of us.

Are those phone records?

HARRY: Yeah. I was trying

to see if Atticus
connected with anybody before.

- (ALARM WAILING)
- what's going on?

Someone's targeting my system.

I'm under att*ck.

They're through the outer layer.

- Who's "they"?
- I don't know.

Somebody must have tagged me

when I was pulling up
Atticus's phone records.

They're through another layer.

Okay, what happens
if they break through?

They own the servers.

They know I'm alive.

Okay, I-I can't hold them off.

What are you gonna do? Harry!

What in the actual...

ROBYN: How close did they come?

Nicholson in the shining close.

Their digital axe was
about to "here's Johnny"

my entire system.

And it's one of
the most secure on the planet.

It would take someone with mad skills...

Someone from the intelligence community.

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry, I thought I heard you
say "intelligence community."

The guys that att*cked Atticus,

that hit the bank,

- one was rogue CIA.
- Oh, no.

No, no, no.

See, I didn't spend
five years underground

living like a mole person
just to throw it all away.

- Harry...
- No, no. No. I mean, maybe if someone

doesn't want us looking into it
this badly, we shouldn't be.

Babe, you're vacillating wildly.

I'm vacillating wildly

- because they almost found me.
- ROBYN: Harry.

They k*lled cops,

took a little girl's father

and, yes, they came after you.

Don't you want to know why?

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay. All right, okay, look.

If I end up in jail,
you both are breaking me out.

- You know we can.
- Okay, whatever.

So... What triggered the att*ck?

I was downloading
Atticus's phone records.

Somebody must have set
a trip wire on the account.

Tell me you managed to get the records.

Yeah. Atticus called one number

the past few days,
but he called it several times,

so I did a web search and

it belongs to a Martin Navarro.

He's got a PHD in agricultural sciences

from Cornell and he runs

a Latin American nonprofit.

So why would their paths cross?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey. How's the girl?

Still shaky,
but I finally got her to open up

about where she and her dad had been

the last couple of days.

Two days ago, they visited a guy

her dad called uncle Mike

at a pawn shop.

Turns out uncle Mike is Atticus's fence.

Atticus was looking
to unload a few things,

including a pair of gold cufflinks

with the congressional seal on them.

He stole from a congressman.

Not just any congressman.

One of New York's own.

Along with the cufflinks,

Atticus had a watch engraved
with the initials "S.A.G."

S.A.G.

Sanford Ganis,

chair of the house
intelligence committee?

Yeah. I checked police records.

No one reported a robbery
at his park slope residence,

which means either Ganis doesn't
know he was robbed, or...

Or he didn't want it reported.

Ganis is home for the recess.

I'm headed to him now to find out which.

Okay. Well, I gotta run down
a lead of my own,

so... We'll connect after.

No, we are not rewriting that bill.

And if they don't like it,

- they can go on the record.
- Congressman Ganis.

Detective Dante. I just need a
quick minute with the congressman.

- Unless that's a problem.
- No.

Always happy to help our
friends in law enforcement.

Appreciate it.

Just wondering if you had a break-in

at your house or office this weekend.

Break-in? No, why?

Came across this as
a part of another investigation.

I believe it's yours.

Where'd you find it?

Can't share that yet.
The investigation's ongoing.

Just trying to pinpoint
when it might have been taken.

Ah. Uh, that? About a year ago,
from a gym locker.

Gym locker.

I assume you filed a police report.

You guys have more
important things to do

than chase down a watch.

$ , watch.

You'd at least need a report
for an insurance claim.

Chalked it up to life tax.

But, hey, now that you have it,

do you think maybe I can get that back?

Of course.

Once we're done with our investigation.

Thank you for your time.

Mr. Navarro, can I speak
with you for a moment?

I'd like to ask you about Atticus Lee.

Who?

Atticus Lee?

He's called you multiple times
in the past few days.

You know him?

You know who he is?

Please, I need to speak
with him right away.

- Why?
- Because he knows who k*lled my wife.

Noelle was a reporter with IDR news.

A couple of months ago,
she found something...

Evidence that members of
the U.S. Intelligence community

were behind the assassination

of president Flores in Cortuguay.

And it was done without the knowledge

or consent of congress
or the white house.

A rogue operation.

Sponsored by U.S. Corporations.

Flores was blocking hundreds
of American business contracts.

Well, someone must have authorized it.

Noelle had linked the operation to

a powerful member of congress.

She was on her way home

from the airport with proof

when her car went off the road.

Emergency crews
found her body at the scene.

No files were found in the car.

Police ruled it an accident, but...

But someone ran her off the road.

Only I had no way of proving it

until I got that phone call.

What exactly did Atticus say?

That he had evidence
proving Noelle was m*rder*d.

He said he was a soldier once

and that he... he felt a duty
to do what was right,

but that he couldn't do it himself.

So we arranged to meet, but...

He never showed.

So Atticus robs the congressman's house,

empties his safe...

Not realizing that he's taking evidence

linking the congressman to the
assassination of a foreign leader.

Which is why he didn't report it.

Instead, the congressman calls
his people to get it back.

And they'll do anything to make
sure it never comes to light,

no matter who they have to k*ll.

Only we could never prove it.

They're going to get away
with this, aren't they?

Rogue intelligence agents,
a senior member in congress?

Tell me, how the hell am I
supposed to go up against that?

You can't.

And you can?

People like them?

They're the reason why I'm
doing this in the first place.

They think they're untouchable.

They don't care who lives
or dies, including cops.

It's not right.

So since they don't play
by the rules, neither can I.

So what happens next?

- (TIRES SQUEALING)
- get down!

They followed you.

All I did was ask some questions.

Yeah, the kind of questions
that get you k*lled.

Send the boys to their mom's.

Don't go home.

Pick a hotel at random, pay in cash

and turn off the GPS in your phone.

For how long?

- Until you hear from me.
- This isn't right.

I'm a cop. I'm the one who's
supposed to be investigating.

You'll have your moment,
but right now, it's my turn.

(LINE RINGING)

Hi, you've reached Bishop.

- Please leave a message.
- (BEEPS)

Yeah, Bishop.

I know you're running
Dempsey's associates.

Can you let me know
if any of 'em connect

to a congressman, sanford Ganis?

All right,
call me back as soon as you can.

Dee?

Hey, mom.

We need to talk.

I got your messages.

I wanted to call back, but...

(INHALES)

I mean, I wasn't sure who I was calling.

My mom, who drives carpool,

or some ex-spy turned avenger,

who's a complete stranger.

Delilah, no matter what I do,
I'm always your mom.

No, but you lied to me. Okay? For years.

Because I had to.

It would have been dangerous
for you to know.

It is dangerous.

Okay, and what about all
that time you were away, mom?

All those moments in my life

you weren't there,

running around the world.

While Aunt Vi and I were here,

living our boring little lives.

My life is not boring, or little.

And that is no way to be speaking to me

or your mother.

(LAUGHS): Why?

What? She gonna waterboard me?

Hey, that is enough.

You will show some respect
in this house.

Number one, you do not have
the moral high ground

you think you have, little girl.

Number two, you were sneaking around

and you found something
you were not ready to see.

That's on you.

Number three, you are too young

and too sheltered to have a clue

as to what you are saying,

so this is what it is.

I am your mother.

And I'm not going to make excuses

and apologies for what I do.

I've done what I can
to keep this country safe.

And I've done my best to keep you safe.

Dee, there are things
in this world that I hoped

I could protect you from.

Things that no one
should have to experience.

Like Jason.

And it is my job to make them right.

It's what I was put on this earth to do.

But none of that takes away
from how much I love you.

Dee...

You've been through so much, so quickly.

Just... Just by itself,

seeing your friend sh*t, losing him...

I know you're reeling.

Which is why you should be
running to us, baby.

Not away from us.

But...

...How can I trust
either one of you again?

That's something
you're gonna have to decide.

And now that you know my secrets,

you're gonna have to grow up
just a little faster

than what we would've hoped.

But, um...

Maybe we can just start by

giving each other
the benefit of the doubt.

Just being honest with each other.

(HORN HONKING OUTSIDE)

That's dad.

You know where we stand.

You give respect,

you get respect.

Just think about it.

(ROBYN SIGHS)

As hard as this is,

I understand how she feels. Sometimes,

I wish I could UN-know what I know.

(PHONE RINGING)

Whatever that is...

Be safe.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, Bishop, what you got?

Okay, that connection
you were looking for?

I think I found it.

Congressman Ganis's chief
of staff, Remy Hollenbach.

I'm going to text you his photo.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Now, Hollenbach was
a former CIA operations officer

until he turned to politics.

Guess who he served with?

My dead bank robber.

They were in the same tactical unit,

doing covert ops about a decade ago.

Hollenbach sounds like

just the kind of guy you want for

a rogue intelligence operation.

Except this is classified.

None of it can be used
legally to connect any dots.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll connect the dots.

Oh! (GASPS)

Are you kidding me?

You need to watch where you're going.

You need to get off
your phone, jackhole.

(GROANS)

We good?

Yep, tracking is active.

We have audio.

He's in the building.

He should be in his office by now.

All right.

Let's see where we stand.

(PHONE DIALS, LINE RINGING)

WOMAN: Congressman Ganis's office.

Hello, may I speak
with congressman Ganis?

Tell him it's Atticus Lee.

He'll know what it's regarding.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

WOMAN: Uh, hold... hold, please.

- (BEEPING)
- well, that struck a nerve.

They're tracing the call.

Knock, knock, you son of a bitch.

All right, let's see exactly
how big a nerve we struck.

Turn up the volume on that bug.

HOLLENBACK: Trace failed.

GANIS: She called herself Atticus Lee.

She was sending me
a message, which means

- she knows.
- HOLLENBACK: Or was fishing.

GAINIS: First the cop, now this?

We need to close up shop.

I want this to be over.

HOLLENBACH: Atticus can't
hold on much longer.

One way or another,
we'll finish this today.

Atticus is alive.

Which means they don't
have the evidence.

He lied to them about the bank.

He's been lying to them to stay alive.

Because he knows once they have it...

Yeah. They'll k*ll him.

If we can save Atticus, we can end this.

All right.

(DIALING)

Who-who you calling?

Dante.

He deserves to be a part of this.

(CAR LOCK CHIRPS)

- Him?
- Yep.

And he's gonna lead us
straight to Atticus.

(ENGINE STARTS)

♪ ♪

A sentry.

Atticus must be inside.

We need to call.

Oh, no good.

That guy'd spot a SWAT team a mile away.

Atticus would be dead
before they hit the front door.

I'm gonna have to do this one solo.

Mm, you're not doing anything,
not without backup.

These aren't common criminals.

These are highly trained mercs.

All the more reason.

Someone's gotta have your back.

I can handle myself.

All right. But if you get sh*t...

I'll k*ll you.

Understood.

Now, what's the plan?

How's your handles?

(GRUNTS)

Well...

Nice assist.

Hell of a pick-and-roll.

Don't make this harder on yourself.

Just tell me where you hid
those notebooks and the drive.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(GROANING)

(ATTICUS SCREAMING)

We've got to stop this.

I can't get a clean sh*t.

Gotta take out all three of them.

(COUGHING)

HOLLENBACH: You can end this, Atticus.

It's in your control. Huh?

Where is it?

Over there.

He's toast.

k*ll him.

Burn the body. Leave no trace.

Yes, sir.

(GRUNTING)

- (g*nsh*t RICOCHETS)
- get him out of here.

(g*nshots, g*n CLICKING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS) who are you?

The one who's gonna take you down.

You... Were... Wrong.

(g*nsh*t)

You okay?

(EXHALES) yeah.

Atticus?

Alive.

And ready to end this.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Dante...

Thanks.

DANTE: Finished that investigation.

Thought I'd bring this back.

Also brought these.

They belong to a friend of mine.

She was m*rder*d because of you.

Sanford Ganis...

You're under arrest for accessory to

the m*rder of a peace officer...

...The m*rder of
journalist Noelle Navarro

and the kidnapping of Atticus Lee.

You can't arrest me.

Do you people have any idea who I am?

Yeah, I know who you are.

I also know what you are.

(GASPS) Ah.

Oh...

(ATTICUS LAUGHS)

(GIGGLES)

DANTE: You were right.

Atticus knew they were going to k*ll him

once they got what they needed.

So he told every lie
he could to buy time.

Only thing that kept
him going was the hope

of seeing his daughter again.

He sent them to that bank box
hoping they'd get caught.

Didn't mean to cost anybody their lives.

Well, he also said

someone helped him land
a legit job at the.

Any idea who that might have been?

I may have made a call.

And thanks to Atticus,
congressman Ganis will be

going away for a very long time.

Atticus...

And you.

Thank you.

For helping me get justice
for my people.

That's it?

Thank you? (CHUCKLES)

No lecture about my methods.

The world's a messy place.

I'm hired by the people
to uphold the law.

If I cross that line,
no matter how well-intentioned,

I violate trust.

But you're right.

Sometimes we can't help.

Maybe the world does need you.

"The world needs you"?

Dante really said that?

Here.

Sounds like we have a new ally.

We'll see.

So what happens now? (SIGHS)

Do we take that pause or keep going?

(SIGHS)

We keep going.

What about, uh, overexposure?

Let 'em come.

We'll stay one step ahead of 'em.

Hey, so, um...

Seeing as how you're
back in the saddle again,

you feel ready to take on a new client?

You got one?

Uh-huh. Me.

I want you to resurrect me.

Being dead is k*lling me.

Are you serious, babe?

A hundred percent.

I just want to live again,
preferably without being

arrested by the feds
for leaking m*llitary secrets.

That's a tall order, Harry.

I know.

Look... (SIGHS)

Getting the band back together?

Man, it's been the best thing
to happen to me since I d*ed.

I just don't want to
have to keep hiding.

You know? And I don't want
to feel as vulnerable

as I felt yesterday, right?

So I'm asking, Rob...

Help me live again.

Yeah, I'll try.

But it might take a while.

That's all right.

Not going anywhere.

Okay.

(KEY RATTLES IN LOCK)

Dee.

Hey.

Um...

I thought about what you said.

About... (SIGHS)

...Giving each other
the benefit of the doubt,

and I realized I never thanked you

for what you did for Jason.

Look, who you are...

What you are...

It's a lot, and...

I don't know how to get used to it.

But you're my mom.

And...

...I want to come home. (SIGHS)

Can I come home?

Of course you can come home, baby.

(WHISPERS): Don't cry, don't cry.