02x08 - Separated

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I serve as an equalizer.

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

Previously on "The Equalizer..."

Someone's hit my personal server
with a cyberattack.

If Bishop's top guys couldn't cr*ck it,

who did you tell him
you were bringing this to?

His son's life is at stake.

I can't use my usual team.

No. You're in enough trouble as it is.

He's like family to Rob.

Which means he's basically our family.

Are you saying you want him

to hack into the CIA?

I'm in. We got a hit.

Go! Get out of there.

- Federal agents! Don't move!
- Go, go, go!

You should have never breached

the servers of the CIA.

Let me talk to him. Harry!

Mel, I love you.

- Harry!
- It's gonna be all right.

- Harry...
- I love you.

Okay.

Señor.

We are seeking asylum.

Are you American?

Uh, no.

I'm asking for asylum.

You're crossing illegally.
It's criminal trespassing.

But our life was threatened.
I have proof.

- Take the boy.
- No!

- I have proof!!
- ¡Mami!

- !¡Mami!
- You can't take him!

You can't take my son!

- !¡Mami!
- No! What are you doing?

I beg you, please.

Stop. Where are you taking him?

Pedro! Pedro!

Hi.

Thank God you're out. How?

They dropped the charges.

McCall and Bishop pulled some strings.

They even gave the bar back.

Turns out, having you in custody
is all the Feds care about.

- Right.
- But, uh,

the Sanctum, they...

They confiscated everything.

Yeah.

The monitors. The hardware.

The city took back the space.
They walled it up.

It's all right. Really.

Long as you're out.

Plus, all my drives are encrypted,

so they'll never find a trace
of any of our... activities.

I don't care about that.
I care about you.

I'm okay.

Being a traitor has its perks.

Get my own room. Hand-delivered meals.

So, you know, no getting...

...shanked in a mess hall.

Good. Um...

we're gonna get you out of here,
McCall and I.

Honey, I know what you're thinking.

Don't.

I can't do that to you.

A life on the run? No.

I seriously doubt faking my own death

is gonna fly again, so...

I'm not leaving you in here.

We're gonna think of something.

Okay. But in the meantime,
will you do something for me?

Keep going.

Don't sit around and do nothing.

I know you. It'll k*ll you.

If you can't help me, help someone.

Please, don't let everything
we built go to waste.

I can't do it without you.

Yes, you can.

Keshegian.

The overlords

are getting antsy.

Listen, just remember to, um...

fix the wall by the back banquette.

Keep going.

Okay.

Robyn, I've been climbing marble steps

for days now trying to get him released.

I'm just running into walls.

Hard enough getting Mel cleared.

This is a whole new level.

You talk to leadership?

Both sides.

I even shaved and put on a suit
for them.

He spilled secrets.

The Hill's not gonna get involved.

You talk to the CIA, you
make any forward motion there?

Offered them just about everything.

And as much as they'd like to
have me back under their thumb,

even they can't help.

I heard that faking his death
made it worse.

They're embarrassed.

Army JAG's out for blood.

Bish, he got caught because of us,

and he kept both of our names out of it.

Didn't even tell them about me.

We got to make this right.

I'm on my way to the Pentagon.

I got a card I want to play.

It's my last one.

And I'm not sure if we can make it work.

We have to.

Any news?

We're doing everything we can.

How's Harry?

He, uh, he wants us to keep going.

He doesn't want me obsessing.

What do you want?

He's right. If I don't do something.

I'll lose my mind.

Well, Dee's at her dad's all week,

and Aunt Vi's going upstate
for an art festival.

See?

We need this.

This came in this morning.

That's him.

My son, Pedro.

He's only six.

I mean seven.

He turned seven alone.

And I have no idea where he is.

- When did you last see him?
- A year ago.

At the border.

I thought I did everything right.

When we crossed, we presented
ourselves to agents,

asked for asylum.

But they took him from my arms
and sent me back without him.

Did you just say "a year ago"?

I left my country to protect him.

The maras...

gangs...

they demanded my husband pay the "tax."

We were already paying two other gangs.

When my husband refused,
they k*lled him.

If we'd stayed,
they would have k*lled us, too.

And in all that time,
you haven't seen or heard

- from your son?
- Once.

After I was deported.

I spoke to him over the phone
for ten minutes.

I promised I'd come back.

Where was he then?

He said New York.

I made calls looking for him
as soon as I could afford it.

A lady told me he was
in an emergency shelter.

In Queens.

But when I called,
it's like he disappeared.

And you never got any
information from Immigration?

Nothing.

I tried to get back,
but it took me all this time

to get money to pay a coyote.

I-I'm sorry I don't have more.

You don't have to apologize
for anything.

He's out there,

waiting for me.

He has to be so scared.

Mrs. Castillo, I promise,
we're gonna do everything we can

to get your son back.

In the meantime,

I'll call you on this
when I know something.

Pedro Castillo... he
would have been here a year ago.

I'm sorry.

I can't hand over information

- to anyone who asks.
- I'm not "anyone."

I was hired to find a missing child.

As a lawyer, you should understand...

Is there a problem?

I was just trying

to explain that we are not permitted

to share any information

from the children's files

with outsiders.

Um, if she had a social worker
who could vouch for her...

Why don't we get the detective
from the NYPD

on the phone who's working this case?

He can verify that I'm
representing the family.

Go ahead, call him.

- Let me know what you can find.
- Okay.

Detective Dante.

Detective.

Agent Deleo with Immigration
and Customs Enforcement.

I got a woman here

says she's a legal advocate
working with you

on a case involving a child

named Pedro Castillo.

This ringing any bells?

I mean, as caregivers,

temporary or not, we should be demanding

something better than mylar blankets.

Pedro Castillo.

Of course. There a problem?

No. Just confirming.

Can't be too careful
when dealing with minors.

Thanks for your time, Detective.

Absolutely.

We good?

She checks.

Uh, here is

everything I have on file
for Pedro Castillo.

I can make a copy of it if you'd like.

What is this?

- His signature.
- His signature?

On a document waiving his rights?

In English?

Someone would have explained it.

To a six-year-old?

Had he not signed this,

a judge might have reunited him
with his mom.

I don't make the rules.

The government does.

None of us enjoy watching kids

languishing here.

Especially the little ones.

But there are so many children
and not enough beds.

Fortunately...

for Pedro, he was moved
to a shelter after a week.

- Where?
- Safe Cradle Charity.

Detective.

Since we're working together,
maybe you'd like to fill me in.

Pedro Castillo, seven-year-old,

taken from his mother at the border.

A year later, she
still doesn't know where he is.

You hear stories.

Hard not to imagine
your own kid out there.

Thanks to you,
I got the name of the shelter

he was transferred to.

I'm on my way there now.

Well, you'll need a badge
to make it official.

Safe Cradle Charity.

Not exactly what I pictured.

Not looking
particularly safe or charitable.

It looks like it's been abandoned.

Anything?

Something caught fire here.

Window's broken.

Been brokena while.

Check this out.

Kids were here.

Around Easter.

Almost a year ago.

So where the hell are they now?

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www.addic ed.com

House abandoned, missing kids,

and the caseworker
doesn't even know about it?

System's overwhelmed.

Not a lot of oversight
on these charities.

We should've never been
separating these kids

from their families to begin with.

Even with the zero tolerance
border policy lifted,

it's still a nightmare for the kids

who may never see their families again.

Can you make a call?

I want to know who owns this place.

Okay.

But you don't normally need help
with stuff like that.

My computer's down.

Okay, Harry.

Hey, babe.

If you're seeing this, then, um...

something went wrong.

Or I messed up.

Guess that's possible.

And, um, I may not be around
anymore, so...

on this drive is everything
you need to keep going.

Where all the money is.

Who you can trust in my world.

I know you know the password,

'cause I made you say it
a million times.

I left you a guide and some tools,

in case you want to keep helping Rob.

So, basically, I get to geek out
and, uh, you have to listen.

What sucks is...

I won't be there to see it.

I guess what I really wanted
to say is, um...

...is that you can do this.

You're incredible.

I probably didn't say it enough.

But you are.

One last thing.

It's really important.

For the love of God,

don't accept any cookies.

House belongs to a guy
named Rodrigo Perez.

He owns a gym in Bushwick.

What's his relation to the charity?

From what I can tell,
he doesn't have one.

He emigrated from Mexico as a teen

as a part of the El Yermo g*ng.

My guess is that the gym he owns
is a front for something else.

Wait. So...

ICE snatches Pedro away from his mother,

deposits him
in the home of a street g*ng?

He could be trafficking these kids.

Bet we can find him at his gym.

No.

I roll solo on this one.

A guy like this warrants
a real conversation.

Rodrigo.

Hey!

Who are you?

I'm asking the questions.

And you can start by telling me
what happened to those kids

that were at your place.

You people.

You never stop.

Isn't it enough what you've done?

Firebombing my house.

What people?

You closed-minded
neighborhood watch jack-holes.

I don't know anything
about neighborhood watch.

What I do know is that I'm looking

for a kid who was sent
to a jacked-up house

owned by a member of El Yermo.

I ain't no banger.

I left Mexico to escape El Yermo.

Crossed the border alone at .

Did what I needed to survive.

You still didn't answer my question.

That house? That's my house.

I was trying to help those kids,
'cause I know what it's like.

So I gave the charity use of my home.

Then word spread on the block
that there were illegals

in the house.

Some r*cist nutjobs tried
to set it on fire.

Made the house unlivable.

All the kids were transferred.

What about this kid?

- You see him?
- Yeah. Pedro.

Said his mom was coming to get him.

Could never find her.

Do you know where he was transferred to?

Yeah. Shelter in Brooklyn
called Crestfield's Group Home.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Hey.

Good luck finding him.

Hola.

Uh, did you find him?

No, not yet, but we're making progress.

Was Crestfield's Group Home

one of the shelters that you called?

No, I don't know it.

Do you think my Pedro is there?

He might have been sent there.
We're gonna check it out.

If he's there, I need to come.

No. I know it's hard,
but just hang in there, okay?

I'll call you the minute I have more.

Go right ahead.

Thank you.

If it isn't the man
who poached some of my best.

I think Langley was a better fit
for them.

I know why you're here, Bill.

You know my answer has to be no.

Oh, come on.

Henry, how far do we go back?

Not long enough.

Not for what he did.

It's not like he revealed
troop movements.

He exposed w*r crimes: t*rture,

- prisoner abuse.
- He went outside the circle.

You have any idea how much damage

he did to our relationships?

Did he do the damage?

Or did our country?

Look,

Henry, I understand if you
don't want to let him go free,

but bring him back into the fold.

He's one of the best hackers
in the world.

You want us to recruit him?

It's a high-stakes world.

Put him in cyber intelligence.

That's precisely what we offered him.

Here's what he said.

You're not offering me freedom.

You just want to put me in
another cage to do your bidding,

no matter how corrupt. No,
I'm not... I'm not gonna trade

my soul to become a mindless
instrument of the state.

All right?

I would rather rot in here.

Do you understand the implications...

You really want to help a guy
who won't even help himself?

Henry, look, please,
there has got to be a pathway.

There's not. And you should be
grateful we're not asking

who gave him help all these years.

My advice, drop it.

Because at this point...

only an act of the Almighty himself

can help him.

Pedro... Ma'am,

can you please just calm down.

- Where is he? Where's my son?
- Please, I told you,

I don't know the boy you're looking for.

I don't believe you.

- Step into my office...
- Alma.

You said he might be here, but he isn't.

Let me talk to them.

I'm an advocate for Mrs. Castillo.

Her son's been missing
in the system for months.

As I told her, if Pedro was here,

he's no longer in our care.

We know he was here.

Six months ago.

Castillo. C-A-S-T-

I-L-L-O.

I'm sorry. He's not in our records.

This is a child

we're talking about,
not an Amazon package.

How do you lose a human being?

A vendor for CBP inadvertently
purged data from their system.

Now, we're in the process

of trying to recover it
from hard files, but...

You must remember him.

We've had a lot of turnover.

You said he was here months ago.

I just started last month.

Well, what about these kids?

Where do they go from here?

If he didn't have anyone
to claim him in the States,

he'd either be transferred
to a foster facility,

or he'd be deported.

Deported? Without telling his mother?

Sometimes ICE isn't able
to reach the parents

if they're not documented.

And they ship them back anyway?!

To where? He's seven years old!

This country is not what they say it is.

- You said there were hard files.
- When I got here, it was a mess.

We're trying
to sort through it now, but...

Nate.

This is Nate Yardley.

He's the one working to
update the database for us.

Nate, this woman is
trying to find her son.

I could try doing a specific
search for your son's file.

What's his name?

Pedro Castillo.

Really? You can do that?

We're doing our best to reunite children

separated from their families.

Just... the number of cases
can be overwhelming.

Give me your number, and I'll
call you if I find anything.

Please, the minute you find something.

You got it.

A woman just stopped
by asking about her kid.

Definitely an illegal, but she
had a legal advocate with her.

Yeah, I know it's bad.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

I swear, librarians do more
to keep track of books

than Immigration did with these kids.

Well, there is some good news.

Pedro isn't on deportation records.

I checked Customs
and Border Patrol servers.

Nothing.

He must still be in the country.

You're a quick study.

Yeah, Harry's instructions
were mind-numbingly detailed.

Hey, you okay doing this right now?

Yeah.

I mean...

what else am I gonna do?

He's not dead, right?

We'll figure something out.

Yeah. We will.

Well, then, in the meantime,

there's a little boy
out there lost, so...

we have to find him.

If he hasn't been deported,
he must be in the foster system.

Dante identified half a dozen agencies

that work with Crestfield's Home.

He and I are going to canvass them now.

I'll stop back after?

Thanks, Rob. Love ya.

You, too.

We're closed!

Yeah, I know.

I got to talk to you.

You don't like me, do you?

Yeah. Well, what I'm about to tell you

isn't gonna change that.

I've done everything I can think of,

and I can't get him out.

But there is a path

if he would choose it.

You want him to go back
to m*llitary Intelligence?

I am confident
that if he would do that...

He won't.

Then convince him.

To be someone he's not?

To go against every fiber

of his moral being
because it's convenient?

Mel, this is his last sh*t.

All this martyrdom stuff,

"values his soul over his freedom."

I don't even know what that means.

- It's foolish.
- Don't.

It's not foolish.

Not to him.

It's who he is. It's the reason

why he took the risk to help you
in the first place.

It's why I love him.

Well, I wish I could help him,
but I can't.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Hola.

Ms. Castillo, this is Nate
from Crestfield's Group Home.

Yes, yes. Uh, did you find Pedro's file?

Do you know where he is?

I do, and I can take you to him, but...

I could lose my job here.

Please. I have to find him.

I won't tell anyone.

I need you to promise not to tell.

Not even your friend.

I promise.

Good.

I'll explain everything when I see you.

Okay.

Where do I meet you?

Ms. Castillo?

Why bring me here? And where is my s...

Keep quiet.

Walk to that car over there.

Did you really think she'd be
stupid enough to come alone?

- Wait. I wasn't gonna hurt her.
- Oh, yeah?

Then why'd you bring the g*n?
Where's the boy?

I don't know.

This is not the day. Where is the boy?

Okay. Look, I can take you to him.

He's safe. I swear.

Give me the address.

Okay, okay. Uh, Bedford.

You're gonna take us to him right now.

Get up. Get up.

Down. Down.

Mel? Alma?

What happened?

sh**t took him out
and tore off that way.

You get a look at him?

- Just taillights.
- Thanks for covering.

Good thing I was close
by or she'd be dead.

Any luck in Long Island?

Struck out.

Which means he's our best lead.

I'm beginningto see

- why you two are friends.
- It was a setup.

He pulled a g*n on her
the minute she showed.

And when it went sideways,

his partner wanted
to make sure he didn't talk.

If they were trying
to make her disappear,

this is a whole lot bigger
than just a missing kid.

Why did they k*ll him?

Because he told us where my son is?

He gave an address.

Bedford. He said the kid was there.

We should get out of here.

I'll leave the mother out

of the report for now.

But I'll need you to fill me in.

I'll be fine. Go to the address.

Find her son.

Yes?

Is there a Pedro Castillo here?

Who's asking?

I'm his mother.

I don't understand... Pedro said
his parents were k*lled.

The agency confirmed it.

We... we just adopted him.

- You can't adopt my child.
- The consultant

we're working with finalized
the paperwork last week.

Is this the consultant?

Yeah.

How much did you pay him?

Ten thousand dollars.

He works data entry at
a children's shelter.

I think he's part
of an illegal adoption ring.

No. You're lying. Gail...

No. A stranger shows up at our doorstep,

and we're just supposed
to hand Pedro over?

Show me a birth certificate

- or a passport.
- We don't need you to hand him over.

- We just want to speak with him.
- Mm-mm.

No. I want them out of my house.

- I'm not leaving without my son.
- Alma...

Mr. and Mrs. Hobson, please.

Either you bring Pedro out now,

or we call Social Services,
let them sort it out.

- I'll get him.
- N-No.

- Gail, honey...
- No. No.

If she really is Pedro's mother,

what kind of people are we
if we take him away from her?

It's okay.

That's not him.

That's not my Pedro.

It's okay.

Manny Emmanuel Garcia.

Sweetie,

why did you pretend to be Pedro?

He asked me to.

He heard they were going
to find a home for him,

and he was afraid if he went,

his mami wouldn't be able to find him.

But I wanted a home,

so we switched names.

That sounds like my Pedro-ito.

The story you told us about the storm

and the rest of your family,

was that true?

My family...

they're gone.

Will I have to leave now?

No. No. You're our son.

We love you.

We're gonna fight to keep you. Huh?

I hope you find your boy.

I thought I'd finally found him.

Hey, we'll keep at it.

We'll go back to the group home,
and we'll find "Emmanuel."

I went room to room.

Then we'll keep looking.

Please tell me something good.

Wish I could.

There is no Emmanuel Garcia
at the group home anymore,

and any record of him was lost
in that data purge.

I'm circling back with foster agencies

and OCFS, but... nothing so far.

What about our data entry clerk?

His apartment was ransacked.

I'm thinking whoever he was working with

got to it before we did.

Yeah, most likely partners
in the adoption ring.

God knows how many kids
they've already sold off.

And with no records...

we have no way of finding any of them.

Wish I had more.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Must have been terrible for Alma

to think she found her son.

Sad part is, I know Harry
could probably restore that data

and find those kids.

I don't care what Bishop said,

we're not giving up just yet.

Look...

I know Bishop didn't start
with General Ryland.

And I know you've done
everything you can.

How did we run out of options, Rob?

We're never out of options.

Aunt Vi? I thought you left already.

I can't leave until I find the
keys to my art storage cabinet.

The pieces I'm supposed to be showing

for this damn art festival are in there.

Well, I can pop that open for you.

You got home late last night.

Heard you banging around the kitchen.

Couldn't sleep?

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

Want to talk about it?

I solve people's problems.

It's what I'm good at.

But right now, I have
a close friend who I can't help

and a lost child I can't find.

I don't like feeling like this.

It feels like I'm...

Powerless?

Honey, that just means
that you're human.

You have been fighting

ever since you let out
that righteous cry

the day you were born.

And you usually win.

Not this time, Auntie.

I don't know what to do.

That's just how you feel right now.

It'll come to you.

Trust yourself.

You can do it.

I know what I can do.

I can pop that lock
and get you on your way.

Ooh. Can you show me how
to use those sometime?

I know it's here somewhere.

I know that key did not just get up

and walk out of here by itself.

Uh, Vi, I'll be there in a second.

I got to make a quick phone call.

Ain't no way in hell
you walked away by yourself.

Hello?

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you.
I know it's early.

But I need to ask Manny
one more question.

Okay.

Here.

- Hola.
- Manny,

the day you left Crestfield's
Group for your new home,

who walked you out?

Some man.

Do you remember what he looked like?

He had hair on his face.

Did he have a badge?

A g*n, too.

What color was his uniform?

Black.

He was describing an ICE agent.

There's no way Pedro could have
walked out of that group home

by himself.

He had to be escorted out.

And Yardley didn't have the authority.

- But an ICE agent does.
- And I'm willing

to bet that he's Yardley's partner.

I saw one fitting that description

at the emergency shelter.

I think I found him.

Agent Ike Deleo.

- That's him.
- Crestfield's Group Home

is in his jurisdiction.

All he'd have to do is produce papers

saying a kid was being deported.

Director wouldn't give it
a second thought.

Then he could just walk out
with a kid, no questions asked.

Okay. So how do we figure out
where Deleo took Pedro?

We track his movements.

Well, that might be a little bit
above my skill level.

This isn't.

- A flash drive?
- Not as cool

as hacking traffic cams,
but... it'll do the job.

I'll look at it when I get home.

Oh, damn it.

No. My tire's flat.

Can I call you back?

Come on. Seriously?

- You need any help?
- I can't find my jack.

Ah.

Good thing I was in the area.

Oh. This is electric.

You plug it in the cigarette lighter,

it does all the work for you.

- This open, right? Okay.
- Oh, yeah.

All right...

No, I got it from here.

- You sure?
- Come on, save me some dignity.

All right.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

Thanks for the help.

My pleasure.

All the info from his nav system.

Our low-fi scheme worked.

GPS tells the tale.

He's been to that group home
multiple times.

Seems like most of the time
he drove straight to a building

in Sunset Park.

The building is owned by a
clothing manufacturing company,

XLBR Fashions.

- A garment factory.
- It's been flagged

multiple times for labor violations,

unsafe work conditions, abuses.

Yeah, in other words, a sweatshop.

You hear "sweatshop," and you
think Bangladesh, India, China.

No, they still exist here.

Doesn't get much attention,
because the workers

are mostly undocumented.

Okay, but the factory can't be putting

undocumented children to work, can they?

It's Harry's lawyer.

Yes?

Hi.

Tomorrow? Why-why so sudden?

Yeah. O-Okay.

Th-Thanks.

What is it?

Mel?

They're sending Harry
to Leavenworth first thing

tomorrow morning... his lawyer
says if I want to see him,

I have to go now.

Go.

Yeah.

Um, what about the garment factory...

I got it.

Now, go.

Okay.

My God.

Leave a message.

Hey, Bish. It's me.

They're shipping Harry out.

Please tell me you have
a miracle up your sleeve,

because I'm all out.

I can't let it end like this.

Hey.

I guess you heard.

Yeah.

I don't suppose you have any,
uh, any good news?

We tried, honey. We just,

um...

Honey,

it's okay.

I knew the risk I was taking

when I leaked those documents.

Oh, sweetie... if there were some way,

if there was just some way
I could spare you all this...

No. Don't you dare apologize to me.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud to be your wife.

Okay?

- Time's up.
- Hold on. Just one sec.

I love you, okay?

- I know.
- Okay?

- I know.
- I love you.

- I love you, too.
- No matter how far away I am,

- I love you.
- I'm not giving up, ever.

It's not over. It's not over.

I love you.

I know.

Sir...

It's William Bishop.

Don't move.

At the emergency shelter,
you called yourself a lawyer.

I'm guessing that was a lie.

Who are you, really?

I'm an angry mother,

looking for justice.

Where is Pedro Castillo?

He's here, isn't he?

Look, I'm trying to give you a chance

to do the right thing here.

Take it.

Take her to the back.

Hand over your g*n.

Hurry it up.

Aah!

Pedro.

Pedro...

!¡Mami!

I can't believe it.

I've arranged for you to meet
with an immigration lawyer.

You're gonna get a three-year visa.

So we can stay?

Yes.

It's a special visa

for victims
of the border separation policy.

Gracias.

Rob!

What's up?

They're releasing him.

- How's that possible?
- I don't know.

I just know that Harry's coming home.

Harry!

So, I heard it was the
president who intervened.

Bish, you didn't.

You made the call?

Your golden ticket?

My one and only
"get out of jail free" card.

You did that for Harry?

No, I did that for you.

Thank you.

Well, don't get too excited...
There are conditions.

Harry can never touch a computer again.

You can't be serious.

It was the one condition of his release.

That will never stand.
You know that, right?

He so much as checks
his bank account online,

he's back in Leavenworth.

Still, I can't believe you did that.

Yeah, well, don't tell him about it.

I don't want him to think
I'm going soft.

Going?