Previously onThe Equalizer...Ah, come on.
You can't just show up anytime you want.
I was thinking maybe I could take your boys
to the game tonight.
Dad, where's Grandpa?
Just got a text from Grandpa.
He's not gonna make it. His car broke down.
Everything all right?
My parents are fighting over my custody.
Everything'sawesome.
Are you willing to quit your job to raise her?
MILES: Are you willing to quit doing
whatever the hell it is you're doing?
See, secrets like this are exactly why
we didn't work out.
SPORTSCASTOR [over radio]: ...lead with two outs, and
one, two, pitch. Struck him out.
And the inning is over.[horn honking]
Little extra heavy lifting...[honking continues]
[tires screech]
♪ ♪
[grunting, groaning]
Get on the ground.
Don't-don't shot.
Please. Check the back.
Do you guys even know what you're stealing?
♪ ♪
[dog barking in distance]
[laughing]No, I heard this sound,
and I was, I was literally snoring
in the movie theater when Dee woke me up.
Oh, was she embarrassed?Embarrassed? Please.
She laughed at me. Why would--
What did she expect taking me to a 8:00 movie
that's four hours long?
Mm-mm. That's too much.
VI: What's going on, baby girl?Nothing.
Just the end of the world.
ROBYN: Is that teen code for
"the boy I like doesn't like me back"?
What? No.
I'm literally talking about the end of the world.
Mark Jamison is giving a speech today
at Washington Square Park.VI: Oh, is he that guy
that insists that climate change isn't real?Yes.
Our planet is dying,
and every time he speaks, he spreads more lies
about how it's all being blown out of proportion.
Worst part is, is some people actually believe him.
Some people don't want to hear the truth.
They just want to believe what they want to believe.
I know. And look, I get that he has a right
to speak his mind or whatever, but...
God, it just, it makes me furious
that the city would legitimize him by giving him a platform.
He's allowed to voice his opinions,
and you have the right to voice yours
in whatever way you can.
Mm-hmm. You're right.
You know, in my Berkley days,
I couldn't get to a class without going through a protest,
and some of those were pretty effective.
That is a great idea, Auntie.
Oh, my gosh.
You know what? It looks like people are planning
on protesting already.
Yeah. You know, this guy, if he wants to
spew his lies, then I will speak the truth
even louder.
Okay, slow your roll.
Uh, watch yourself.
I'm proud of you for speaking your mind,
but some of these protests can get rowdy.
Your mother's right.
And then there's social media.
You spout the wrong phrase,
there's a video, it gets misconstrued,
it's online forever.
Next thing you know, you're applying for a job
and it comes back to haunt you.
Look, I-I totally get that,
and I promise I will be careful.
But what if Aunt Vi comes with me?
And I could probably get some friends on board.
And we're gonna need signs, right?
I do have the supplies.
Catchy phrases were my expertise.
"Love thy neighbor regardless of flavor."
[laughs]Oh. Oh.
That's right, that's right.
Bow down, bow down.
[laughter]
Okay, I am gonna go text some friends.
[phone chimes]Well, I wish I could join the fun,
but just let me know how it goes. Okay.
ROBYN:Be safe.
I saw an article in the paper about a year ago.
A vigilante trying to stop a serial killer.
Took me a bit, but I found your message board.
[coughing]
Hey, are you okay?
Should I call a doctor?
It's too late for that.
I've been poisoned.
Poisoned? By who?
The Chinese government.
That's what they do to sleeper agents
who don't fall in line.
You're a Chinese sleeper agent?
And why should I help you?
Because I'm trying to help you.
Help this country.
I grew up in Beijing.
I was tapped by the MSS
when I was a teenager.
I-I've always had a penchant for science, so they...
Send you here to go to school. And you became, what?
A chemist, physicist?
And then told you one day you'll be activated.
Physicist.
They wanted me to work in the energy sector.
Nothing for 20 years.
Then they reached out two days ago.
Summoned me to receive my orders.
But you refused the assignment?
I didn't even go to the meeting.
I love this country now and everything it stands for.
I didn't want any part
in whatever they were going to ask me to do.
Then yesterday, I started to feel the symptoms.
Sweating, dizziness,
skin discoloration.
All signs of poisoning.
We should get you to a hospital.
[coughs]
No. They'll hook me up to machines,
run a bunch of tests.
We don't have time for that.
Giving how rapidly my symptoms are advancing,
I don't think I'll be alive tomorrow.
And what would you want me to do?
First, my wife and son.
They mean everything to me.
I'm afraid the MSS will go after them, too.
Where are they now?At a hotel.
Safe for the moment,
but my own family doesn't know who I really am.
I haven't even told Amy I'm dying.
How can I?
My entire life has been a lie.
Yeah, well, keeping things from family takes a toll.
Truth is,
none of us are safe.
Whatever the MSS is planning, they're capable of anything.
Do you have any idea what they wanted you to do?
Not exactly,
but my lab specializes in nanotechnology.
Nuclear fission, to be precise.
Nuclear fission? As in...
As in the process used
to make weapons of mass destruction.
HARRY: You sure we can trust this guy?
Spies are known to kind of fudge the truth a little bit.
Yeah, well, the first rule of spy club is,
"don't talk about spy club," so...
Well, he's definitely sick.
And he seemed genuinely afraid for his family's safety.
I mean, we can all relate to that.
Yeah, it's hard to do what we do
and not worry about the consequences.
I've built a lot of walls to protect Dee and Aunt Vi.
Hasn't always worked out.
Uh, it doesn't seem to matter how many safeguards we put up.
I mean, every time you go out,
I worry that someone is gonna come after you.
You know, somebody I pissed off
or your brother pissed off,
or your other brother pissed off.
I'm still here, babe,
and I'm gonna be fine.
We'll all be fine.
And Mike's family deserves to be safe.
HARRY:All right, well, let me text Dante
and ask him to send a uni over to the hotel.
All right, I'll reach out to my CIA contacts.
See if any local
MSS activity's popped up on their radar.
In the meantime, let's at least
make sure the rest of his story checks out.
Can you ask M.E.L. to do a deep dive
into Mike Chen's background?
Ooh, yeah. M.E.L., can you--
M.E.L.: Do a deep dive into Mike Chen's background?
I'll need a little more information
about which Mike Chen you are talking about.
I thought it only responded to your voice.
MEL: Apparently, it's only me
it ignores.HARRY: Yeah.
I don't know what's going on there.
I got to look into that.
I think his little AI girlfriend is jealous
of her namesake.Ha, ha.
ROBYN: Anyway...
We need to figure out what the MSS is up to.
And stop it.
HARRY: Chen worked at a nanotech lab.
That's probably a good place to start, right?
Okay. I'll go check it out. Look around.
MEL: Must be a lot of security
at that lab.HARRY: Oh, yeah.
Surveillance.
Biometric scanner at the entrance.
Even the bathrooms require key card access.
You're not gonna be able to waltz right in there.
I wasn't planning to.
♪ ♪
[door closes]
Excuse me, can I see some credentials?
Quincy Lewis from corporate.
Here to run a security check.
I didn't hear anything about that.
Well, you should've.
Frank Peters.
Been with the company for three years,
and you still don't understand
the importance of what we do here.
Of course I do.
But--Do these lobby cams work?
Far as I know, they do.
If you want, I-I can call my supervisor to--
I don't have time.
Some of us have a job to do.
So if you don't mind...Of course.
♪ ♪
[beeps]
[muffled grunting]
They stole it. They stole it!
Calm down, stole what?
[object clinks nearby]
[grunts]
Hey!
Stop![grunts]
Okay, let's stay calm.
[alarm blaring]
Let me go. Please!
[cries out]
[grunts]
[groans]You okay?
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
[shutter clicks]
Got to say, I never thought
you'd have a foreign operative as a client.
Neither did I.
But he seems like a changed man.
True patriot, wants to help any way he can.
So, why steal part of a microscope?
Said it's the only one of its kind.
Its super twin lenses are so powerful,
you can manipulate subatomic particles
with a precision previously impossible.
And now the Chinese have it.
And its circuit board.Doesn't sound good.
Chen conformed there are many possible uses.
One of them is making a bomb.
If they're going to all this trouble,
we must be talking about one powerful bomb.
As if the world isn't in enough trouble.
You know, a couple of days ago,
NYPD/FBI Task Force found an abandoned delivery truck
in Queens.
Driver was unarmed.
Shot point-blank range in the chest.
You think it had something to do with this?
Maybe. Ballistics just came back today...
matching another shooting in the FBI database.
That suspect is a Chinese national named Yun Shang.
Reportedly, he's a senior agent in the MSS.
Well, what was in the hijacked truck?
Dirty laundry.
Cleaning service had just picked it up
from a nearby hotel.
So, they stole laundry?
My guess? They were after the staff uniforms.
Right--
so they could have operatives already planted.
What do you think they're planning?Not sure.
I've asked for a list of high-profile guests
staying at the hotel
or anyone checking in soon.
Well, let me know what you find out.
How you doing, anyway?
I mean, how's things with Big Ben?
Hmm. Exactly how I knew it'd be.
I gave in, against my better judgement,
agreed to let him take the boys to a game.
You know what he did?
Canceled at the last minute,
leaving me to clean up his mess.
How'd the boys take it?I covered.
And now he has me wrapped up in his lies.
I'm done.
But you know what? I can't even be mad at him.
I knew who he was and I still let it happen.
This is my fault.No.
No, no, no.
I'm not gonna let you do that to yourself.
You did what you thought was right
so that the boys could have something you didn't.
Did it turn out the way you planned? No.
But the point is you tried.
There's no regret in that. Not even a little bit.
Those boys are lucky to have you as a father.
Appreciate that.
AMY: The Chinese government
poisoned you because you're a spy?
Because I wouldn't do what they asked me to do.
I'm sorry.
This is crazy, Mike.
I don't understand how you lied to me every day.
Was anything you told me true?
Are-are you really a physicist?
MIKE: Everything else I've ever said is true.
Including how much I love you.
I almost told you so many times...
and then I stopped believing that they'd ever come for me.
But they did.
And now we're in danger, too.
What am I gonna tell Jack?
Amy, I'm so sorry.
I love you both so much.
We're gonna do everything we can
to keep you safe.
Starting with finding out whoever did this.
If we can figure out when you were poisoned,
it'll help us track down who.Well, we know
it was after I blew off that meet yesterday morning.
Okay.
And when did you first become symptomatic?
Yesterday afternoon.In that time span,
did you have contact with anyone
outside of your family?
Not that I remember.
I was alone for most of the afternoon,
driving around, trying to clear my head.
Did you stop anywhere?Just the ATM,
but I didn't interact with anybody.
Just parked in the lot, got the money,
drove back to the hotel.
Your car.
They could have laced the door handle
while you were at the ATM.
What time was that?Late afternoon.
Around 4:00, I think.
Okay. Give me the address.
I'll have my team check it out.
Thank you.
Mike, are you okay?
Isn't there anything we can do for him?I don't know.
But I'm gonna take him to someone who might.
I told you, I don't have time to go to a hospital.
We're not going to a hospital.
VI: We have recruits!
Yes. Power in numbers.
VI: This is so exciting.
Oh, my God.Oh, wow...
I remember my first protest march
when I was a freshman.
What were you marching for?VI: Against--
it was an anti-apartheid rally.
We were trying to get the school to pull
its financial investments out of South Africa.
Well, that was the idea, anyway.
Wait, what do you mean?Well, I showed up with my sign,
ready to go, and the leaders started talking about
"Let's storm the dean's office.
We don't care if we get kicked out of school."
Well, at that time, I cared.
A lot.VERA: Yeah.
Expelled for a protest? That would suck.
Yeah.
Progress comes at a cost,
and we made real progress.
So, what do you say we get started?
DELILAH: Yes.
Hey, can I, uh, talk to you?
Yeah. What's wrong?
I just don't think I'm ready to do this.
Vera, no. You know this guy is bad news, right?
Okay? We have got to stand up.
No, I know. It's just...
I keep thinking about how angry my parents are
gonna get if they find out
that I went to a protest.
And after Aunt Vi's story, I...
I get it.
I totally understand.
I'm really sorry.
I know we were trying to make some noise.
Don't worry, I got you. You know what?
I will just shout twice as loud.
Thanks, Dee.
Bye. DELILAH: Bye.
[door opens]
She just wasn't ready.[door closes]
Yeah. Well, protesting isn't for everyone.
That's why it's so important that the rest of us
show up.
VI:Come on.
Grab a brush.
[chuckles]
I got to tell you, I feel bad for our client.
I mean, can you imagine knowing that you had 24 hours to live?
And I say, as-as someone who was officially dead
for, you know, five years, there's a lot of living
I'd like to do before I bite the dust for real.
Carpe diem, huh?Carpe diem. Tempus fugit, you know.
The Romans really had
that whole mortality thing dialed in.
Okay, so what's on your bucket list?
No, wait. I know. Ballroom dancing...
Check. What else?
Um, you know, we never took that trip to the Seychelles
we always talk about.Oh, you mean our honeymoon?
That would be so nice.
Yeah. What else?
Uh, making the perfect brisket.Mmm.
Running a marathon.[chuckles]
You drive two blocks
to the deli for coffee in the morning,
and now you're gonna run 26 miles for fun?
I didn't say it was at the top of the list.Ha!
Hello there. Hey.
Wondering if, uh, you were working here yesterday.
Yeah, why?Well, we parked here
at around 4:00 p.m. and our Lambo
got broken into and we're trying to figure out,
you know, who did it.I don't remember a Lambo.
Yeah, well, do you remember, uh,
seeing, uh, you know, anybody suspicious
around, I don't know, 4:00 in the afternoon yesterday?
Nope. Sorry.
I told you not to leave my bag in the car!
Did you even lock the door?
No. Why bother?
Oh, I'm just an idiot. I'm an idiot.
It-- It was vintage.
The bag was vintage.
It was irreplaceable. Unlike you.
I said it. Yeah.Oh. Wow.
Dude, you gotta... you gotta help me out.
Uh... Okay, let me think.
Uh...
I could look through the credit card receipts,
that's almost everyone who came through.
Okay.Except for the guy who paid cash.
Cash?
Your sign says "credit only."
It was some guy on a dirt bike.
Zipped in and out, but he didn't have
a credit card on him, so I let him pay cash.
Do you remember what he looked like?
Uh, wore a helmet. Couldn't see his face.
What about the bike?
That I remember-- Honda CRF, bright red.
250. Sweet ride.
Okay. Thanks, pal.
[sniffles] Thank you.Come on, honey.
Lambo? Really?It's on the bucket list.
[doorbell rings]
ROBYN: Miles...
sorry to just show up like this,
but I need your help.
He's in bad shape...
...and we don't have anywhere else to go.
Okay. Come on. Let's get him inside.
Thanks, Miles.Really.
Okay, M.E.L. says according to the traffic cams,
motorcycle went down this block and headed east.
Well, if M.E.L. says so.Hang gliding.
What do you think about hang gliding?
I think you're gonna kill yourself
while trying to live your best life. Mm.
Bike turned left here.
Well, this is helpful. There's... what?
300 apartments attached to this alley?
Well, hold on a second. M.E.L. says that
because these two buildings have service entrances
that go out into the alley, there's a high probability
that the biker went into one of them.
Can I at least have her narrow down the search?
Sure.
Okay. Uh, M.E.L.,
generate a list of all tenants
that live in 5456 and 5458 Fenimore,
with background checks.
M.E.L.: [chirps] Task completed.Huh, that was fast.
Anyone interesting pop up?
A known secret agent, perhaps?
Not exactly, but look at this.
There's a tenant-- Myrtle Foster-- in apartment 8.
She's been dead for 12 years, only somebody
with her social security number has been paying her rent.
Mm-hmm. Okay, fine.
So it's not totally useless.Right?
Yeah.And we get to spend more time in the field together.
Yay, just the three of us.
What?Nothing.
♪ ♪
Clear. Yeah.
Wow. This gives new meaning to the word "minimalism."
Yeah. I think it's less a design style
and more of an occupational choice.
Yeah. A safe house.
The question is, who was using it?
You know, I-I didn't see any security cams,
but there was a-a doorbell cam
at one of the neighbors'.
Hey, M.E.L., can you hack into the doorbell cam
on Apartment 6?
Show me all the footage
starting from yesterday, at around 4:30 p.m.
Look at that. Our guy's not alone.
MELANIE: Mm-hmm. We're dealing with pros.
They know how to hide their face from the camera.
Well, maybe we can catch them leaving the apartment.
There's got to be a street cam-- Oh.
M.E.L.: Task completed.
MELANIE: Uh, got to say,
it's a little creepy that it didn't wait
for you to ask it.
Yeah? Creepy or cool?
It's starting to anticipate my needs.
I'm gonna stick with creepy.Okay.
[high-pitched buzz]Oh, there they are.
MELANIE: Faces hidden from the camera. Again.
HARRY:They might be able to avoid cameras,
but nobody can escape NYC potholes.
M.E.L., enlarge that reflection.
MELANIE: That's Yun Shang.
The laundry thief.
M.E.L.--[high-pitched buzz]
MELANIE: Wait a second.
Mike Chen's wife?
What is she doing here?
HARRY:And what the hell is she doing
with Yun Shang?
An MSS agent isn't bringing
just anyone to his safe house.
Maybe she's a spy?
A sleeper agent, like Mike?
If she is, and she knows that he refused that assignment,
she could have been the one that poisoned him.
[exhales] Oof. I mean,
if the poison doesn't kill him, that sure might.
The sent Chen's own wife to poison him?
Are you really that surprised?
The MSS has zero chill.
What do we know about Amy Chen?
Well, her father was a member of the American Communist Party.
He was blackballed because of his involvement,
like a lot of people.
Lost his job, his career.
Died young from a heart attack.
I guess Amy took that pretty hard.
That's one way to put it.
In college, she double-majored
in Communist Studies
and Mandarin.
Then she spent her junior year studying in China.
That's got to be when they recruited her.
She's exactly who they'd approach.
Young, vulnerable, and angry at America.
Yeah, the MSS trifecta.
It's probably her I crossed with
at that lab.
Same height and weight as the thief
who stole the lens.
Harry, we need to bring her in now.
HARRY: I mean, we don't have much to go on.
Guys, I might have something.
Looks like something was here.
A router, maybe.
Dust is fresh.
Yeah, they just took it down.
If they just folded up their tent
and are going home, then, uh...
They might be in the endgame.
Which means we don't have much time to stop
whatever they're planning.
Harry, can you find out
who they were communicating with?
Without a router, trying to find an IP
among millions of communications is like,
you know, trying to find a needle in a digital haystack.
Good thing you got M.E.L.[call waiting beeps]
Hey, guys, I got Dante calling. Keep me posted.
Well, did you hear that, M.E.L.?
The gauntlet has been thrown.
Let's see what you got. [sighs]
Are you, like, giving it a pep talk?
She likes the encouragement.
Looks like Chen's wife is working for the MSS as well.
She might even be the one who poisoned him.
That's gonna be one hell of a therapy session.
I'll contact the uni posted at their hotel
and have 'em bring her in.
Thanks, Dante.
Whatever you need. I got you.
I know you do.
One more thing. I have an update
on that laundry truck robbery.
No one of note currently staying at the hotel,
but some VIPs checked out
the same day the truck was robbed.
What kind of VIPs?
Foreign dignitaries.
Apparently there was an event at the U.N.
a couple of days ago.[phone chimes]
Uni at the hotel just texted.
Amy Chen gave him the slip. She's gone.
We have to track her down fast.
I'll put a BOLO out.
Think the husband can help us?
I'll find out soon.
I'm taking his bloodwork back to Miles,
who's checking him out.
Miles your ex-husband?
He helps out sometimes.
Wasn't aware.
Okay, ladies, here we go.
Yes!
[indistinct crowd chatter]
Dee. Hey. Hey.
Are you guys still planning to protest?
Uh, yeah, we're headed there now.
Are you leaving?
It's heating up,
and the crowds are getting rowdy. Look.
[indistinct shouting]
Looks intense.
It's too intense for me.
Uh, one second, sweetheart.
Dee, can I talk to you a minute?
Yeah.
You know I'm proud of you, right, for doing this?
But I think we need to rethink it.
Wait, what?
No, we've been thinking about this all day.I know.
But this has now turned into an angry crowd
looking for a fight.
Okay, so you think we shouldn't go?
Baby, I don't think it's worth the risk.
Auntie, someone needs to stand up in this guy's face
and say no.
That is worth it to me.
I understand, and I even agree,
but you know what we talked about this morning?
Yeah, I know. Social media posts can hurt my future,
but that does not scare me.
If this is a choice between my future or my principles,
I'm sorry, I choose my principles.
My darling, this has nothing to do with social media.
If this gets rough, someone can get hurt.
You can get hurt.
I get what you're saying.
But if his message continues to grow,
and I didn't do anything,
then how can I expect others to do something?
Please. We can stand in the back,
and-and if it gets too rowdy
then we can leave right away, I promise.
ROBYN: Do you have any idea where your wife might have gone?
I don't.
Does she have any family in the area?
Any friends she might go to?
I honestly have no idea.
I'm sorry, I-I can barely think straight.
Look, I know this is hard, Mike.
My entire marriage was a sham.
I might have lied to her,
but I really do love her.
Hey, Rob?
Excuse me a sec.
You figure out what they hit him with?
Well, I thought it might have been thallium sulfate,
but the bloodwork shows it's likely a hybrid substance.
ROBYN: Anything you can do for him?
I've tried.
Nothing's working.
His systems are shutting down.
Best I can do is keep him comfortable.
You know him well? No.
But I know what it's like to regret some of the same choices
he's had to make.
Like keeping secrets from the people you love the most.
Look, I know we've clashed on this,
but you've always done what you thought was best.
I respect you for that.
Still, you always said secrets are why we didn't work.
Can't say I'd do things a whole lot differently.
But there are times I wish I would have been
more open with you.
I'm trying to be more open these days.
Well, I'm happy to hear that.
And listen, I apologize
for how I acted over Dee's custody.
Rob, I was frustrated and concerned.
But still, it's no excuse.
I was wrong.
I appreciate that.
[phone ringing]
Miles, I have to take this.Yeah, yeah.
What do you got, Harry?
Good news. I got a hit on the safe house router.
M.E.L. traced every IP address that made contact,
but there was one that stood out.
It belongs to an apartment in Queens
owned by a Gene Yuan.
He's a professor of genetics.
Mel's on her way over there right now.
Well, send me a pin, I'll meet her there.
Hey, just one thing, though.
If the Chinese are building a bomb,
why do they need a geneticist?
I was thinking that myself.
There's something we're missing.
[car alarms blaring]
[grunts]
Aunt Vi? Aunt Vi?
[helicopter blades whirring]
Come on, Auntie, come on.
Come on, pick up, pick up.
Come on, come on. Please, please.
Don't move.
Hands where I can see them.
Wait. Wait.[siren wailing]
Why are you-- why are you cuffing me? What did I do?
You're under arrest for disorderly conduct
and disturbing the peace.
Anything you say can be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
Move! Get against the wall.
[grunts]Where's that microscope lens?
What are they using it for?
I'm not telling you anything.
ROBYN: What are you doing for them?
YUAN: I'm not telling you a thing!
Oh!
Oh! God...
What was he trying to burn?Research papers.
And... sheets.
Those were stolen from that laundry truck.
What would a geneticist want with bedsheets?
And what does this have to do with a microscope lens?
Geneticists work with gene sequencing. DNA.
They don't want the uniforms.
They wanted the linens, specifically what was on them.
DNA. They were collecting samples
of the dignitaries that stayed at that hotel.
All the VIP suites have a unique style of bedsheets,
easy to identify.
They're not using that lens to make a bomb.
No, it's scarier.
They're making a bioweapon
that can target individuals using their own DNA.
ROBYN: Designer poison tailor-made to someone's gene sequence.
I've heard rumors about countries
trying to make a weapon like that, but,
so far, they haven't had the technology.
Until now.
ROBYN: I'm gonna ask you again,
where's that lens?
Ask all you want, I'm not talking.
That's what they all say.
[whimpering]
[phone rings]
Hey, Harry.
I'm at the location Yuan gave us.
Mel stayed behind to press him for more info.
Copy that. Let me know if you find them.
Harry, I got 'em.
I don't have time to argue.
[engine revving]
Stop!
[grunts]
Where is it? Where's the lens?I don't have it.
I gave it to Shang.
Damn it.
Where's he taking that lens?Out of the country.
I don't know how or where.
Now is not the time
to lie to me.I'm not lying.
I'm not the horrible person you think I am.
Doubt it.
I admit my marriage started off as a way for the MSS
to keep an eye on Mike, but then I fell in love with my husband.
Well, you got a funny way of showing it.
You think I'm the one who poisoned him?
I would never do that to him. In fact,
I was trying to trade the lens for an antidote,
but Shang double-crossed me.
Because there is no antidote.No, there is.
The poison they use is synthetic.
They make the antidote at the same time.
So they can use the antidote for leverage,
if necessary.I've seen it.
Shang keeps the doses in a black Pelican case.
Let's go.
[phone ringing]
What's up, Rob?
Harry, Shang got away and we have no idea
where he's going with that lens.
Find anything that might help
in those papers Yuan was burning?
I mean, most of the documents were just dealing with
this DNA bioweapon he was working on.
There was also a photo of an office building.
Another safe house?
I mean, I thought so, too,
until M.E.L. located the building.
It's in Brooklyn, abandoned,
not to mention it's nowhere near a shipyard, airfield, bridge...
Not a spot you'd choose if you were planning to leave town.
No, probably a decoy.
MSS's way of sending us on a wild goose chase.
Then why was Yuan trying to destroy it?
Harry, did you enlarge that photo?
Of course.
Have M.E.L. go deeper.
All right.
Well, look at that. There's a prize at the bottom
of that Cracker Jack box after all:
a bunch of numbers embedded in the pixels.
Run them as coordinates.
[laughs] Nice, Rob.
It's a private airfield, 20 minutes away.
Sending you the location.
Tell Mel to meet me there.
He might not be alone.
Don't move.
[gunfire][grunts]
[grunts]
He's making a run for it!
I need to stop that plane from taking off.
Go. I'll cover you.
[grunts]
[both grunting]
[whirring]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[rattle]
[both grunting]
[alarm buzzing]
[grunting]
[Shang screaming]
[buzzing]
[rear door closes]
Gotcha.
[exhales]
♪ ♪
Got the antidote.
I-I don't know how to thank you.
[raspy breath]
What is it?
There's someone you should talk to.
Mike...
I'm so sorry.
For everything.
I never thought that they would hurt you.
I want to believe you.
I know, I lied to you
about who I am, for all those years.
I may not love America,
not after what happened to my father, but...
...but I love you.
MIKE: What's this? Your hands.
They, um...
They wanted me to kill you
and I refused.
[crying]: There's not enough antidote for the both of us.
You're going to take it.
No.
It should be you.
Jack needs his mother.
I can't be there for him.
If I live, I'm going to prison for the rest of my life.
At least you'd be alive.
But you wouldn't. And...
I couldn't live with that.
[sobbing]
MIKE:Amy, no.
You deserve to live.
To see Jack grow up...
Just...
Just promise me you'll hold him close.
[shaky breaths]
[phone chimes]
♪ ♪
[approaching footsteps]
I want to show you something.
Oh, babe, it's a little late.
I don't think I'm up for another
Jorma Kaukonen concert video right now.
[chuckling]: No, no, no, that's not it.
This is only gonna take a second.
[clears throat]
M.E.L....
[M.E.L. chimes]...you are about to hear a voice
and I want you to learn it well
so you always recognize it.
It belongs to the most important person
in the world to me.
And whenever you hear it...
...I need you to respond to it.
M.E.L.: Ready for input, Harry. I'm listening.
[chuckles]
[laughs]
Okay. [clears throat]
Hello, M.E.L. This is very weird.
Pleased to meet you. I'm Mel.
I'm Harry's better half.
M.E.L.: Hello, Mel,
Harry's most important person and better half.
If you ever need anything, just ask.
I will.
[M.E.L. chimes]
Thank you.
I just didn't want the day to end without putting that to bed.
Speaking of which,
we haven't finished talking about your bucket list.
Hmm. Yeah, I don't know.
I kind of feel like, uh,
you know, we covered everything.
Except for not dying.
[laughs]Can we throw that on there?
You really are fixated on this today.
[sighs] I mean, have you met me?
Why should today be any different?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
W-What about your bucket list?
I feel like I don't even have any idea what's on it.
Does that make me a terrible husband? No.
The truth is, I'm content.
I don't have one.
I don't really think about death.
You don't, do you?Mm-mm.
I'm so jealous. No.
I imagined it plenty of times,
back when I was deployed.
You know, ready for combat every day,
death felt...
...tangible most days.
But you get used to it.
And then it doesn't scare you anymore.
So you just...
[sighs] ...appreciate every day,
knowing that, when it's time...
...you're just... ready.
You really are the most remarkable person.
Actually, I do have something.
Aha. Let's have it.
I want to go before you.
Is that selfish?
Come here.
[shaky breath]
But then, like, 60 seconds later, you die, too.
Okay. That sounds-- Well, we'll work it out.
Okay.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Hey, Mom.
Last thing I thought I had to worry about today.
Are you both okay?
We're fine.Yeah.
Look, I know you must be mad.
And I know how this might affect my future, but...
if no one stands up to these people,
then there might not be a future.
For me or anyone else on this planet.
[sighs]
You took a stand for something you feel strongly about.
And I respect that.
You do?
Yes, I do.
But it won't always work out the way you think.
Isn't that what you do every day?
Go out and try to make a difference?
I just thought you wanted me to do the same.
Isn't that why you let me train?
Training with Mel is for your protection.
Just because I opened up about what I do
does not give you a free pass to go out and do the same.
I get it.
Really.
I'm sorry.
Good.
Dinner's ready, so just go get yourself cleaned up.
Okay.
[retreating footsteps]
Aunt Vi...
...please explain.
Robyn, Dee was determined to get involved.
What did you want me to do? Pick her up and drag her away?
She is the minor in this situation.
You are the adult. She got arrested.
The moment the cops moved in, I got her out of there.
But there was tear gas
and everybody started panicking.
I got knocked down and,
by the time I found her, she was...
she was getting arrested.
I tried calling you.
When I couldn't reach you, I...
[exhales] I reached out to Dante.
Too late by then.
[Robyn sighs]
[knocking at door]
Robyn.
Miles.
Dee called you about the arrest.
I'm sorry?
You have no idea what I'm talking about.
I don't.
But we will definitely get to that.
I'm actually here to talk about what happened today.
Yeah, thanks again for helping out.
Ready to help whenever I can.
In fact, I miss the work we used to do together.
Yeah. It did kind of feel like old times.
It did.
Look, you said you're trying to be more open these days, right?
To varying degrees of success.
Doing what we did today
made me realize that...
I want to do more of it.
I want to do more of what we used to do.
And...
I'm hoping you'll be open to that.
I'm not sure I know what you mean.
Look, I still don't know exactly
what type of operation you're running, Robyn.
But whatever it is...
I want in.
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