(gunshot) 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?
MEL: I need to process the trauma
because the next time that I have to pull the trigger,
there's a chance I might hesitate.
FISK: 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. FISK: Budapest.
We leave tonight.
♪ ♪
FISK: 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? (door closes)
Someone's here.
Gonna buy us some time, lead them away.
(man shouting in Hungarian)
What happened to leading them away?
They came back!
(grunts)
(groans)
No, no, no...
(muffled gunshot)
Thanks.
(grunts)
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. (laughs) 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. ROBYN: 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.
ROBYN: Don't burn yourself out. Just remember,
the application process is a marathon, not a sprint.
VI: 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.
(laughs) Okay.
I am gonna go work on my essay.
But thank you for breakfast, Aunt Vi.
You're welcome, my love. Bye.
(laughs)
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.
(phone chimes)
It's Harry. With some news.
♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost and gone forever ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Clementine. ♪
(phone rings) 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.
(door opens)
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.
(laughs) Okay.
All right, I got to get more stuff before opening.
I'll be right back. Okay.
(door opens)
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.
(bottles clatter gently)
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.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
Mr. Dante, you made it.
(door closes) 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.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Hey, Pop.
ROSZAK: 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?
(scoffs quietly)
I...
(door opens)
(door closes)
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.
(chuckles) 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.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(typing continuing)
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. FISK: Sounds like
every supervillain origin story ever.
You know what, forget it.
You know, forget him, Harry.
Go on. (sighs)
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.
(cell phone chimes)
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.
(sighs)
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.
(door opens)
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
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.
(phone chimes)
♪ ♪
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. (laughs) Right.
Yeah. (clears throat)
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?
(laughs) 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!
(door opens)
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?
♪ ♪
(door closes)
(in distance): * With the speed of a thousand atomic blasts ♪
♪ They'll try to take the world from us... ♪
♪ ♪
(mouthing)
♪ We rise, never (grunting)
♪ 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.
(line ringing)
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.
(speaks indistinctly)
(whispering): Go. Let's go, let's go!
(grunting)
Seriously, who are you people?
Let's go.
(grunting)
(man shouts)
Inside, inside!
Get 'em!
Go, go, go!
Behind the car. ROBYN: Go, go, go, go!
Come on, come on! Let's go!
(men shouting)
(clicking)
MAN: We got 'em now!
(gunfire)
(men shouting)
(gunfire continuing)
Behind the car!
I'm out.
Me too.
(gunfire continuing)
(groans)
Get in!
Go with Mel. Ready? Come on.
(sighs) What the hell are you doing here?
Want to try that again? (sighs) 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.
(honking)
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.
(knocking)
DELILAH: 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...
(chuckling) 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.
BIG BEN: 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. ROBYN: 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.
HARRY: 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?
FISK: There's a big difference.
Sacrifice is an act
that imperils one person.
Trust can jeopardize the world.
ROBYN: 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?
KAOS: No.
They are planning on selling it.
To the highest bidder. Tonight.
Okay, what exactly
are we talking about here? HARRY: 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.
ROBYN: 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. KAOS: 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.
HARRY: 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.
KAOS: 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.
ROBYN: 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. FISK: 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.
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
Can I get a sitrep?
Still nothing.
MEL: It's been hours.
Maybe the exchange happened before we got here.
Then let's hope not.
Boys, you see anything?
HARRY: 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.
HARRY: 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.
FISK: Means the exchange
hasn't happened yet.
Take him.
ROBYN: 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?
(gun cocks)
ROBYN: Freeze!
Put that bag down.
(people clamoring, screaming)
(gunfire continuing)
I...
I got to go help them. You stay put.
Got it? Got it?
(zips)
It's here. We got the drive.
HARRY: Okay.
Hey, Kaos, we're clear.
You can come down now.
KAOS: 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.
ROBYN: Let him go. It's over.
Back off!
ROBYN: That must be his boat
off in the distance.
Anybody got a shot? MEL: I could,
but I'd risk hitting the kid.
HARRY: That's a risk
none of us are gonna take.
ROBYN: 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. MAN: 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.
FISK: 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.
(bag unzips)
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.
FISK: I always got a plan.
Hold down the fort, Mall Cop.
Fisk, no!
(in distance): Fisk!
Fisk, don't do it!
♪ ♪
(siren wailing in distance)
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.
(both laugh) 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.
(both laugh)
(phone chimes)
(indistinct conversation)
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. VI: 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.
(door opens)
(door closes) 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.
(chuckles softly)
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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