All language subtitles for The Equalizer 2021 S02E17 eng MiNX

I serve as an equalizer.

I'm the one you call
when you can't call 911.

Previously on The Equalizer...

Does the name Mason Quinn
mean anything to you?

People that tangle
with Quinn end up dead.

Bishop!

Don't come for me again,

because then I'll have
to come after you.

Everyone needs help with the
kind of secrets we carry.

And we can't just
talk to anyone.

They need to be someone
in my community.

Robyn, I need to know that

you're not putting
my daughter at risk.

How much does Delilah
really know about you?

Dad called.

He wants to know
if she feels safe

in this house.

Lies can be necessary
to protect your family,

but they can backfire on you.

They can hurt you
and those around you

in ways you'd never anticipate.

That was taken by Mossad
two days ago in Sevastopol.

Sevastopol?

What is Mason Quinn
doing in Sevastopol?

And who's this guy
he's talking to?

That's Omar Delgado.

Former Cuban intelligence.

Right after meeting with Quinn,

our sources say he
infiltrated the U.S.

McCall, we've been
friends a long time.

This path you're walking down

ends in darkness.

It always ends in
darkness, Arieh.

That's where the monsters live.

Hey, Mom.

Hey.

I just wanted to let you
know I was back home.

How'd things go at your dad's?

Uh, it was fine.

He ask you any
questions about me?

What I'm up to?

Yeah, but I handled it.

It's no biggie.

You sure you're okay?

You know you can talk to me.

Yeah, I know.

I just, uh... I just wanted
to tell you I was back

and say good night.

So good night.

My sister Calista.

She moved up here
from Baton Rouge

a few years back to
break into journalism.

Your message said
she was in danger.

Well, I've been trying to find
her for the past few days.

When I couldn't, I came
up here to look for her.

Not in her apartment,
not at work.

So you think someone's
trying to kill her? Yes.

Man with a scar on his face.

You know him? No.

Well, why do you think he's
after her? I don't know.

Well, what does your sister say?

Why does it matter
what she says?

She's out there.

She could...

She could be dead already.

I'm just looking for
something to go on.

When is the last time
you spoke to your sister?

That doesn't matter.

It matters if you want my help.

A year ago.

A year ago? So how could you

possibly know she's in trouble?

Because I see things.

Visions of images
that become real.

And I know how that
sounds, but I am not crazy.

It started when I
was six years old.

My parents were
going to the movies.

Before they leave,
I just, I knew.

I saw my mother
crying. I saw my father

laying on the ground, bleeding.

And I beg 'em to stay at home,
but nobody listens to me.

They were shot and killed
in a robbery that night.

That's a terrible
trauma at any age.

But at six... Are you sure...

It wasn't my imagination?
Or a false memory, right?

No. No! I know what I saw.

And I couldn't do
anything to stop it.

When we go into foster
care, me and Calista,

the visions continued;
Car accidents, deaths.

And I couldn't do
anything to stop it then.

See, no one wanted to hear me.

So I learned

keep my mouth shut.

Stave off the visions
with various medications.

But when it comes
to my family...

The visions of
Calista were so real,

I couldn't keep those out.

Please, please help me find her

before it's too late.

With your sister, what,
exactly, did you see?

I saw an orange glow,
a silver Mercedes,

a man with a scar,

Calista.

She's so scared. She's
got a gun in her face.

She screams.

I see.

You don't believe me.

I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.

Do you have anything else
suggesting she's in danger?

An email, a text...

I hoped you would be different,

but you're just
like everybody else.

Hang on, where you going?

I already lost my parents; I'm
not gonna lose my sister, too.

Calista Thibideaux, 29.

Currently employed as
a lifestyle journalist

for an online news
outlet called...

I'm sorry, are we
really doing this?

Pretending that it's not,
like, I don't know, insane

that we're taking on a case
based on a premonition?

I didn't say I was
taking on the case.

I can't say I'm not curious.

And what if his sister
really is in danger?

It couldn't hurt
to figure it out.

Oh. Don't tell me you believe
in this nonsense, too.

Babe, it is not a crime
to have an open mind.

And I've had several experiences
that I cannot explain.

Here comes Skinny Rick.

Who's Skinny Rick?
Skinny Rick is

a finance bro who hung himself
upstairs in the bathroom

during the crash of 1987.

She thinks the upstairs
bar is haunted.

Because it is.

Sometimes at night, the
light turns off by itself.

Because of the
faulty electricity.

And I hear footsteps. Of rats.

I'm telling you, I saw
the shadow of, like,

two skinny legs just,
like dangling and, like,

hitting the wall
of the men's room.

Ooh, I... Even during the day

I don't like being in there.

It's just the men's bathroom.

It's revolting. Nobody
likes being in there.

Come on, Rob, a little help.

I don't know, Harry.

I gotta say there are times when

I've had a feeling
that I should duck

or take a different door,

or go left instead of right.

And more than once, those
decisions have saved my life.

I think that's just
called training.

I mean, you guys, I've done
background on this guy.

Okay? He's been in and out
of rehab, he's been arrested

a multitude of times
for public disturbances,

and he's taken more than
one involuntary trip

to the psych ward.

He mentioned he
had some problems.

But still, he was
rattled. Come on.

What's the harm in
spending a little time

looking into his concerns?

Even you cannot argue with that.

I'll reach out to Calista's job

and see if they heard from her.

And I'll look into her
phone records and financials

and see what they tell us.

And I will swing
by her apartment

and do a wellness check.

Do a wellness check on you guys.

Building maintenance.

Hello?

Calista?

The place looks neat but
the drawers are open.

He was looking for something.

Okay, but can we
talk about something?

The guy had a scar on his face.

You saying that's a coincidence?

I'm saying I'm sure there's
a logical explanation

for how Julien knew
about the guy. Which is?

I don't know yet.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Well, Julien was
definitely right about

his siter being in trouble.

You talk to the editor?

He hasn't heard
from her in a week.

He mention what
she was working on?

A lifestyle piece

on a local activist
named Rosa Martinez.

Supposed to be the next A.O.C.

It was a puff piece, but
she never turned it in.

He tried contacting
her a bunch of times

after some missed deadlines,

but he wasn't able to reach her.

I think I know why, though.

Calista turned her phone off

a couple of days ago,

but the last call she got was

from an unregistered number.

Then, an hour later,

she withdrew a thousand
dollars from her bank account.

Why would she need
that kind of cash?

She was with some guy when
she was taking the money out.

Face rec ID'd him
as Carlos Vela.

He's a street-level drug dealer.

He did time for
possession and assault.

A drug dealer?

But how is that connected
to her disappearance?

Or our scar-faced shooter?

Harry, send me the ATM photo.

Maybe Dante has some intel

on where this Carlos operates.

I'll track down Rosa Martinez.

If Calista was doing
a piece on her,

they must have
spent time together.

Maybe she knows something.

Harry, can you
pull anything else

off that phone? Texts, notes?

Since she turned her phone off,
I'm gonna have to hack her cloud

through corporate servers.
I got a program running,

but it's gonna take a minute.

Okay, meantime,

I want to talk to Julien
again, see what else he knows.

You know what? I think
I'm gonna join you.

What? You wanted me
to be open-minded.

Just, you know, want
to meet the guy.

So it's true?

We can't speak to
the premonitions.

But your sister is in danger.

You recognize him?

No. I don't think so.

Should I?

He's a drug dealer.

Your sister was with
him a couple days ago.

That's not possible.

Calista's always been clean.

She's the one trying to
get me to go into rehab.

All right, what about
the guy with the scar?

What can you tell us about him?

Uh, I don't know.

Um, it's all a
jumble in my head.

Julien, you sure you
haven't seen him somewhere?

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Where?

I have to be on the
corner of 51st and Center

in, uh, in-in 15 minutes.

Why? I don't know.

I just know that something's
gonna happen there.

Something. Very specific.

Uh, hey,

do you mind if I come? Actually,

I think you're supposed to.

But we have to go.Wow.

Mystery field trip.
You want to come?

Love to, but Dante just sent me

a location for Carlos Vela.

We have to go right now.

All right. Huh.

Because going to bat for
the people of this district,

making dreams like this
rec center a reality...

That's not just my job.

It's my honor.

And finally, I'd like to give a
special thanks to Rosa Martinez

for everything she's done
to make this project happen.

Excuse me, Ms. Martinez?

Hi. I'm Lynn. I work
with Calista Thibideaux.

Can I have a word?

Excuse me a second.

Sure. How's Calista doing?

Well, that's what I
wanted to ask you about.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Maybe two weeks ago. Why?

She's missing.

Missing?

Damn.

I was worried something
like that would happen.

What do you mean by that?

Calista and I had
several interviews.

At first, she was
focused, engaged.

We actually bonded over
growing up in foster care.

But then?

She started showing up
late, missing appointments.

She was distracted, on edge.

Something was going on.

Did she ever say what?

No.

Look, I'm not
saying it was drugs,

but I've seen that
behavior before

at the free clinic.

I really hope she's okay.

Thank you for your time.

Yeah.

Yo, Carlos.

I know you?

No.

But you know her.

What drugs did you sell her?

Come on.

I can make your life, and
walking, extremely difficult

if you don't tell me
what I want to know.

Who the hell are you?

Long-term friend
with a short fuse.

Okay, all right!

She was a customer, but

she wasn't looking to get high.

She wanted a gun.

Sold her a .22.

.22?

She say why? No.

Said it had to be a piece
that couldn't be traced.

You don't ask for that unless
you're planning to use it.

So what are we
looking for, anyway?

All I know is that I'm
supposed to be here right now.

And I'm supposed to
be here with you?

You guys are good.
Got to hand it to you.

I mean, you make things
sound important, you know,

but just keep it vague enough
so you're never actually

really wrong about
anything. People have been

hating on me my entire life.

It's not my job to convince you.

Because you can't.

I mean, come on.
Give me something.

Uh, what's the score of
tonight's Knicks game gonna be?

I'm thinking of a number
between one and ten.

That's a "gimme." It's
always either three or seven.

It doesn't work like that.

I have no control over
what I see or when.

That's convenient.

You think I really like
seeing burning bodies?

You think I like knowing that
the towers are gonna fall?

That the levee is going to fail?

Seeing all of those faces,

and I'm not able to help
a single one of them,

and you really
think I give a damn

about whether or
not you believe me?

Hey, Rob. How'd it go
with our drug dealer?

You were right. Calista did buy
something from him... a gun.

No, that's not possible.

What makes you say that?

Because ever since

our parents got shot,
Calista hates guns.

She hates 'em more
than anything.

Well, he made it seem like
she intended to use it.

You guys see anything yet?

Oh, yeah. A woman

pushing a shopping
cart full of groceries.

And, uh, a group of girls,

high school girls,
giggling. Very suspicious.

Not helping, Harry.

Wait, wait. Hold up,
hold up, hold up.

There's a guy with a ponytail

who's definitely too old

to be wearing a ponytail.

That's an open and shut
case right there, right?

I got to go. Go?

Well, where?

And he's gone. What happened?

I don't know. Must have had
another vision to get out

of explaining this one. Do
you want me to go after him?

No. We need to know more
about what Calista was up to.

How's your hacking bot coming
with that cloud account?

Should be done about now.

This looks like a
general work folder.

Random story ideas.

Oh, look. Here's the unfinished
profile on Rosa Martinez.

This might be something.
A notes folder.

Multitudes of entries in the
days before she disappeared.

"35 a.m. MN arrived 18237."

"12 a.m. CJS, 217 North Street."

"MN. CJS." What are
those? Initials?

These were all uploaded
in the early morning hours

between, like, - 00 and-00 a.m.

Street names, numbers.

Looks like she was doing
some sort of surveillance.

For what? If it was a story,

wouldn't her editor
know about it?

Harry, what's the last
thing she wrote down

before her phone went dark?

Last things to sync was

two days ago, 15 a.m.,
a couple of photos.

It's a silver Mercedes,

just like in
Julien's premonition.

Now, that's a little weird.

I mean, you know,

there are silver Mercedes
all over town, right?

Yeah, Calista was definitely
interested in this one.

Harry, run that plate.

Well, uh, it's registered
to a shell corp.

It'll take a while to
track it to its owner,

but it does have GPS.

Can you ping it?

Yeah.

It's in Downtown Brooklyn.

Okay.

Let's see how real
these premonitions are.

They're scary.

Like, my heart begins to pound,

my neck and my face get hot.

I want to run

somewhere, hide.

And then it passes.

I mean, does this mean
my PTS is coming back?

I wouldn't phrase
it quite like that,

but it sounds like
something is triggering you.

Is there anything specific
that you have noticed

that happens just before
these latest attacks?

I mean, there is one thing,

I guess.

It's my parents.

Things got much better
after the divorce, but

I lie to my mom about what
my dad says about her,

and then, I lie to my dad
about what my mom does all day.

It's like I'm carrying
around all these secrets,

having to pretend like
nothing is wrong, and...

How do you do it?

You have to carry around
classified secrets all the time.

They're my patients,
not my parents.

But I wonder,

is it keeping the secrets,

or is it the secrets themselves?

When her mentor was killed,
how did that make you feel?

Like

it could happen to her.

Delilah,

you have been through so much.

Losing your friend,

learning about
your mother's past

and what she's doing now.

Your world turned upside down.

Yeah, it did.

Sorry. I don't really
know why I'm crying.

Uh...

I just... I thought
I was over it.

Like PTS,

this isn't something
that you get over,

like a cold.

You have to keep working at it.

Have you told your
mom how you feel?

I don't know.

She spends all day

helping people
with real problems.

All she wants to
hear is I'm okay.

Is that what she wants,

or is that what you want?

It's okay not to be okay.

Blood.

Detective. Good to see
you back in the suit.

Thanks.

Could've done without
the welcome-back present.

Guy's name is Frank Castor.

Local hitter, been tied
to a half a dozen bodies.

Rounds that killed
him were close range.

Looks to be small
caliber. Possibly a .22.

How'd you find this guy?

Client's sister went missing.

A reporter named
Calista Thibideaux.

Pretty sure this
guy was after her.

Your client file
a police report?

You wouldn't have
believed him if he did.

He had a vision that his
sister was in trouble.

And you took him
on based on that?

I just wanted to
see if he was right.

And from the looks
of it, he was.

He was able to describe the
car and the dead body inside.

Here you go, Detective.

Did your client happen
to be Julien Thibideaux?

Yeah. Why?

I don't think his descriptions
are coming from his vision.

His prints were found all
over the inside of this car.

I knew there was an explanation.

Julien is involved.

Okay, but involved
with what? Whatever.

The point is, it's
not supernatural.

Well, if he's involved,
why come to me?

Because he's looking
for his sister.

Maybe she's hiding from him.

Maybe that's why she got a gun.

Dante, what'd you find?

I just spoke to the
PD in Youngsville,

where Julien and
his sister grew up.

Turns out she went to
the cops more than once

to file a restraining
order against her brother.

She'd change her mind
at the last minute,

but clearly, there were issues.

Clearly, there still are.

We need to find Julien.

I'll put out an APB.
Call you with an update.

I knew

there was something
off about that dude.

Yeah, but Julien
hiring a hitter?

That seems off, too.

Harry, is there a
way you can track

where that silver
Mercedes came from?

Uh, before it winded up parked
with a dead guy in the trunk?

There was no GPS history.

I can try and find it on
street cams in the area,

and then reverse track it, I
guess. It'll take some time.

But it could tell us when
Julien met up with scar-face.

And if anyone else is involved.

Well, someone's
working late hours.

It's this case.

How's Dee?

How's she doing after
her therapy session?

Distant, distracted.

She said she's good,

but went straight up
to her room to study.

She keeps saying she's fine, but

my instincts tell me
something is up with her.

Then again, my instincts
could use some fine-tuning.

I think my client
may be lying to me.

Must be a criminal mastermind.

He claims

he had a vision his
sister was in danger.

Was he right?

About everything.

Which is why I should
have been suspicious.

I don't know about that.

I've had my share
of premonitions

that have come true.

About what?

Well...

Mm-mm.

It upsets you to talk
about your dad's death.

Aunt Vi,

it's okay.

I want to hear.

The night it happened,
I... went to bed early.

Just remember feeling
like something was off.

Later on, I bolted up in the bed
from a deep sleep, my heart just

pounding.

Before the police could call,
anybody could tell me, I...

I knew.

Call it spiritual
or supernatural,

I don't know, but

it was real.

Got to take this.

Hey, Dante. What's up?

Unis just picked up Julien.

I'm going to talk to him now.

I'll let you know
what I find out.

Thanks.

I'm gonna ask you again.

How do you know Frank Castor?

And I'm gonna tell you again.

I don't. So, what?

Your fingerprints just
magically appeared in his car?

Don't matter what I say to you.

You're not gonna believe me.

Nobody ever believes my kind.

Okay. Let's say you
saw him in your dream.

That doesn't explain
why you were in his car.

Because I was drawn to it.

Something pulled me into

the direction where the car
was parked. I recognized it.

From your dream? I
thought it might offer

a clue about my sister,
so I looked inside,

but when I popped that trunk,

and I saw that body,
man, I took off.

You're right. I
don't believe you.

If you're so concerned
with your sister's safety,

you want to explain why she
almost filed a restraining order

against you? That? Man,
I'm trying to protect her.

That so? Sheriff I talked
to said you were violent.

My sister... she has not had
the best luck in men, okay?

And I could see it coming.
I could see it coming,

every single thing that
they were gonna do.

So, one night, I got
into it with a guy

who was about to cheat on her.

But he hadn't cheated on her?
He hadn't cheated on her yet.

Coming up, my sister was
always looking out for me.

I was trying to do the
same thing, man, but I...

I was a lot.

So when she moved to New York,

when she asked me
not to follow, hey,

I respected that.

And yet, here you are.

Because she's in trouble, man!

I'm just trying to find her

before it's too late.

It might be too late
already! What did you

and Calista talk about
the night she disappeared?

I didn't talk to Calista

the night she disappeared.

I pulled records from
that phone you have.

You and your sister talked

for 20 minutes three
days ago. What about?

I don't remember
having a phone call

with Calista three days ago.

So you can see into the
future, but you can't remember

a 20-minute call from
a few nights ago?

I take pills sometimes
to help me sleep.

And sometimes, when I'm on 'em,

I do things that
I don't remember.

So either Julien's
lying, and he's involved,

or he's not involved,
and his sister told him

what she was into,

and his drug-addled mind
decided that that was a vision.

Either way, it's
totally explainable,

except for the part where
you guys believed him.

Either way, Dante's
holding him for 24 hours.

And we still have
to find Calista.

Were you able to
backtrack that car?

Yeah, it took a while to piece

the traffic cam
footage together,

but I managed to trace
the car back to a bar.

Now that's our
scar-face with this guy.

I ran him through the database.

This is Milosz Nemanjic.

He's the head of a branch
of the Serbian syndicate.

Milosz Nemanjic.

"MN." Like the initials
in Calista's notes.

She was following him?

Yeah, this is not a guy
you want on your bad side.

He was an orphan
refugee from Belgrade.

He used to run errands for
the local Serbian gangs

here as a kid in New York,
and now, he runs the crew.

Okay, but what is a lifestyle
journalist doing tailing him?

And why do the
Serbs want her dead?

If they are after her, it could
be why she bought that gun.

Well, if she felt she
was in such danger,

why not to go to the cops?

It's time to make
a new acquaintance.

I don't know who you are,
or how you got in here,

but if you wanted to kill
me, I'd be dead by now.

Why are you going after
Calista Thibideaux?

I don't know who that is.

You sent someone to kill
her. Ring any bells?

If I want someone
dead, I do it myself,

up close and, uh,

personal.

What you gonna
light it with? This?

Kneel. Face the wall.

I said kneel.

Oh, I thought you
weren't gonna kill me.

You said that, not me.

You'll never get past my men.

I got in here, didn't I?

If you're gonna do it, do it.

Did you get close enough?

Yup.

Oh, look at that. He's
making a call right now.

Yeah.

Someone's asking questions
about the reporter.

Move everything
out of there now.

Can you get a location on
that phone he just called?

I want to know what
they're moving.

Mm-hmm. Triangulating.

Rob, I'm closer. I'm going.

Okay, let me know when
you got something.

They're definitely
closing up shop.

Can you see what
they're transporting?

I'm gonna take a closer look.

Just be careful, Mel.

Rob, it's guns.

They're moving them
in volume. I also saw

this metallic dust...

Calista? Calista, wait!

Calista? Stay back!

Mel, are you there?

What's happening?

Well, at least we know
Calista's still alive.

Yeah, and terrified
enough to shoot at me.

She's probably in survival mode.

She doesn't know who to trust.

But what was she doing there?

Well, based on those
crates that Mel saw,

I think the Serbians
are dealing guns.

Illegal guns. I mean, the
metallic dust I found?

They were filing off
serial numbers. That's why.

Calista wanted a street piece
that couldn't be traced.

She was buying evidence
for her article.

Except when that hitter found
her, she wound up using it.

Okay, but how did she stumble

across this whole
operation to begin with?

I mean, she's a lifestyle
reporter, right?

I mean, she's not
Woodward and Bernstein.

Well, she was doing a profile
on Rosa Martinez, the activist.

Can we pull up her bio?

Rosa Martinez. Grew
up in the projects.

Graduated from Columbia,

started a bunch of
community outreach projects.

Can we see a list
of the programs?

"Literacy Drive."

"Big Brother Mentorship." There.

She started a gun
amnesty program.

You turn in your weapons, and in
exchange, you're not prosecuted.

But somehow, the Serbs
get a hold of them,

strip off the serial numbers

and then put them
back on the streets.

So that's why she didn't
want to go to the cops.

Since the cops collect the guns,

she thought they
might be involved.

Mel, this gun you took...

Does it still have
its serial number?

Yeah. Why?

You were right.

It was turned into the
amnesty program a week ago.

Which means someone in that
program is funneling these guns

to the Serbian mob.

You don't think any cops
are involved, do you?

No, but I can't swear to it.

What's the chain of
custody for the weapons

after they're turned in?

Looks like volunteer NYPD
officers collect the firearms.

Then they're picked up by
an armored car and taken

to a foundry, where they're
melted down into scrap.

And who arranges
that? Rosa Martinez?

No.

They just put her
name on the program

because it means something
in that community.

All the details, the contract,

this whole program
is the brainchild

of Councilman Joe Silva.

Councilman Joe Silva? CJS.

Councilman Joe Silva.
Former gang member.

Got into politics later
in life. Said he wanted

to serve the community
that he once harmed.

Now he's running for borough
president under a platform

of "ridding the streets of
senseless gun violence."

If he's taking a
cut from the Serbs,

he's definitely taking
money to run his campaign.

While stoking the gun problem
he's promising to fix.

In order for Silva to do
this, he would need someone

helping him from inside
the chain of custody.

Well, I compiled

everybody from armored car
company and the smelting plant.

See if any of them have a
connection to the councilman.

A deep dive into all of them?
I mean, it would take weeks.

The Serbs are still
after Calista.

She doesn't have weeks.

No.

What?

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

What? Third row.

Second from the right.

That's the guy I saw

on Julien's stakeout.

Ponytail guy.

He works for the
smelting company.

Want to start with him?

Just want us to review the
press release for tomorrow,

make sure I... Hey!

Calista.

Thank God.

Are you okay?

Can we talk?

Alone?

It's about your gun
amnesty program.

I think Councilman Silva is
selling the guns to traffickers,

who are putting them right
back onto the streets.

Are you sure? I will be

if you can help me get
access to some records.

I got it.

Two months ago, Ponytail,

aka Deke Hartley,

was in a lot of debt... till
suddenly, he just wasn't.

It was all just
paid off at once.

Looks like we got our
guy. So you're saying

that your stakeout with
Julien wasn't a waste of time?

You can torture me later. Right
now, we have bigger issues.

Like connecting those
payments to the councilman.

Well, doesn't look like
there's a money trail.

Must've been cash deposits.

We need a link, Harry.

I think I got one.

But it's not to the councilman.

You guys, it's to Rosa Martinez.

What? Two years ago,

Hartley worked
directly for Rosa.

And then, six months
ago, after he got a job

at the smelting factory,
suddenly, his daughter

got a full scholarship
to private school

funded by one of
Rosa's programs.

That was a payoff.
He's her inside man.

Councilman Silva isn't
the one giving guns

to the Serbs.

Rosa is.

Don't worry. I got you.

Excuse me. Is Rosa
Martinez here?

We need to speak to her.

I'm sorry. She's
gone for the day.

It's an emergency.

Where can we find her? Not sure.

We were heading to an event,

but she had to cancel
to meet with a reporter.

They left together.

Is this the reporter?

Yeah.

Harry, we got a problem.

Rosa has Calista. We need to
find out where she's taking her.

I think I got a pretty
good guess. You know,

I've been trying to figure
out what the connection

is between Rosa
and the Serbians.

And then it hit me.

Rosa spent time in foster care,

and Milosz Nemanjic

was an orphan.

Don't tell me.

I did some research,

and they were both placed
with the same family.

Rob, I mean, they're
essentially siblings.

Okay, I'm Rosa, and I want
to get rid of someone,

I don't do it myself.

No, I take her to my
sociopath foster brother.

Harry, you still have
his phone cloned.

Can you get a location? Yup.

Dante's calling. Hold on.

Hey, Dante. What's up?

Is there something going
on with Julien's sister

that I should know about?

Detective! Let me go,
man! I have to save her!

Why?

Because out of nowhere,

the guy just freaked.

Started yelling how his
sister was about to die.

He may be right.

I'll call you later.

This is my sister, man!

Are you sure the evidence
points to Councilman Silva?

I am. I just need a paper
trail to confirm it.

Have you shared any of
it with your editor yet?

No. I haven't told anyone.

What are we doing here?

No! No!

Why are you doing this, Rosa?

Putting all those guns
back on the streets?

Because if it wasn't me,
it'd just be someone else.

So the programs, the
neighborhood outreach...

It's all a lie? No.

We still build rec centers,
support communities,

but we're just also
taking care of ourselves.

We always have.

I'm sorry, Calista.

The way we grew up, we both know
it's survival of the fittest.

Oh!

Mel, get Rosa!

Hey!

How's that for getting
guns off the street?

You okay?

A little shaken up, but... yeah.

I can't believe I
looked up to her.

It was brave of you, taking
this on, risking your life.

After what happened
to my parents,

I couldn't sit back
and do nothing.

The truth needs to get out.

Well, thanks to you, it will.

Only 'cause you showed up.

How'd you find me?

We wouldn't have been looking
if it weren't for your brother.

Hey, Calista.

I know you told me
not to follow you

up here, but... Oh, God.

I'm glad you came.

I'm so happy you're okay.

What made you bring Julien?

I had a hunch it was
the right thing to do.

You had a hunch, huh?

Call it a cop intuition.

Hey. Did you see this?

Calista's article
came out already.

Oh, great.

Uh, what about Julien, though?

I mean, clairvoyant or not,
that guy is kind of a mess.

Yeah, well, Calista asked
him to move to New York.

She wants to keep an eye on him.

And he promised not to
interfere in her life.

Does that include, uh, swearing
off the creepy premonitions?

Okay, Mr. Cynical,
you have to admit

those creepy premonitions
helped us solve the case.

I will admit
nothing of the kind.

Calista confirmed
that she told him

that she was in danger on that
telephone call, all right?

That accounts for his "visions."

Well, what about the stakeout?

You saw the ponytailed man.

How do you explain that?

With a single word: Coincidence.

So you do not believe
that, sometimes,

someone can get, like, a
little glimpse of the future?

Like, even just a
little bit? I do not.

You know, when Rob set us up,

I almost canceled
our first date.

No, I did. I had the phone
out, ready to call you.

But at the last minute,
I got a sense that

something really important
was gonna happen,

that, like, my life maybe
was about to change.

Can we just agree

that that was the luckiest,

most magical night of my
life, and just move on?

Okay. I'll allow it.

Mm.

Hey.

I thought you could
use a cup of love.

So, where did you land

with the premonitions?

His sister's safe,
family's reunited.

I don't know what I believe, but

when brother and
sister finally met up,

their connection

you could feel it.

Kind of like you

and Daddy.

Do you have any idea

how much your father adored you?

I know you think what
happened that night

was your fault,

but it wasn't.

Am I interrupting something?

No, baby girl.

What's going on?

Uh, Mom, can we...

I mean, do you have a minute?

Of course.

I, um...

I need to tell you

that I haven't been
completely honest.

Everything isn't okay.

I had a sense.

It's like

all the questions that Dad
keeps asking me, it's like,

he doesn't believe me anymore.

And he shouldn't,
because I am lying.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

The worst part of my life

is knowing that I
have to be dishonest

with the people I love.

Lord knows I wish that didn't
have to be a part of yours.

Well, there's-there's
something else.

Because of what you do, I

keep getting these

random feelings of dread

like something horrible
is going to happen and...

Dee, Dee. Dee.

Listen to me,

I would never let
anything happen to you.

Mom, it's not me that
I'm worried about.

It's you.