All language subtitles for 18 The sheriff and the satellite kid

Previously on The Equalizer...

What about we spend some
time training together?

And I'm not just
talking about fighting.

Hey.

Where did you come from?

You have to be hyperaware
of your surroundings

at all times.

Situational awareness,
cornerstone of self-defense.

MAN:
Easy, McCall.

Somebody in
this room

led that hit squad
directly to us.

Now, one of y'all
better start talking.

You are Colton Fisk,
aren't you?

You put my life in danger.

You thought I was a mole.

I needed to find out.

Your arrangement
with the Agency

is under my supervision now.

You work for me.

I don't work for anyone.

You almost
got me killed.

I'm tired of you
manipulating me, Fisk.

Until you're ready to
start dealing with me

openly and honestly, this thing,

me and you, it doesn't work.

(gunfire)
(overlapping shouting)

MEL:
Go, go, go!

(men shouting)

We're pinned.

There's no way out.

What are we
going to do?

* *

(grunting softly)

(strains)

(grunting)

Persistence.

That's what
you taught me, right?

(phone rings)

VI: Robyn, can you hear me?
Hey, Aunt Vi.

Sounds like a party over there.
(music playing loudly)

Well, your daughter insists
on bringing me up to speed

on all
the latest hits.

Yeah, and she's
loving it, Mom.

I don't know
about that.

Why it got to be so
all up in your face

all the time?

What ever happened to
the power of imagination

and suggestion,

you know, like
Earth, Wind & Fire?

ROBYN:
Ooh, the elements.

It's hard to compete
with the classics.

Thank you.

ROBYN: But I do remember
Daddy telling me

how Gran-Gran

called your disco
records the Devil's music.

Why you trying to
be so wise, huh?
Ooh.

That's my job.
Hey, Mom, you sure
we can't pry you away

from the Chevelle
to go shopping

and to the movies with us?
I would love to,

but I have to
pick up some air filters

before the auto parts
store closes.

How about dinner?
DELILAH:
Ooh, yeah, we can, uh,

we can try the new
Peruvian spot downtown?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

ROBYN:
Peruvian?

Try not to fill up on popcorn.

Don't worry.
We won't.
Mm-hmm.

* When you said you
live in a dream *

* We can keep that asleep *

* And you gonna laugh
with all your G's *

* Countin' them sheep,
sheep, sheep, sheep *

* Talking about Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z *

(engine idling)

(chatter in Spanish)

I've got a visual.

Vámanos.

I mean, can you believe

the price of eggs?

I mean, unless

the literal golden
goose laid them...

Heads up. Two men. Five o'clock.

Don't look.

You can't say that
and expect me not to look.

Pretty sure they've
been following us

since we went
into the store.

Well, who do you
think they are?
I don't know,

but my gun's in the car.
We're not gonna make it.

(sighs)

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool
playing)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groans)

(shouts)

* Let the bodies hit the floor *

* Let the bodies
hit the floor *

* Let the bodies hit the floor *

* Let the bodies
hit the floor *

* Let the bodies hit the floor *

* Let the bodies
hit the floor *

(grunting)

* *

* One, something's
got to give *

* Two, something's
got to give *

* Three, something's
got to give now *

* Let the bodies hit the floor *

* Let the bodies
hit the floor *

* Let the bodies hit the floor *

* Let the bodies
hit the floor *

* Let the bodies hit the floor *

(shouts)

Vámanos.

¡Vamos!

* Hey! Come! *

* Hey! *

* Come! Hey! *

* Come. *

(sighs)

VI:
So, listen.
Load up on snacks.

I'm not paying movie theater
prices for Twizzlers.

All right, coming in hot.

Mm-hmm.

(grunts)

Life was safer when I was dead.

I got your text.
Everything okay?

Well, we lost a good
can of soup, but yeah.

How about you?
Good, considering

I had to fight off
three assassins.

Three? We only got two.
Now I'm insulted.

So this was
a coordinated attack.

Yes, but
by whom?

Come on, let's go downstairs.

I want to try pulling
footage of the attacks.

HARRY:
What the hell?

MAN:
Nice place.

It could use
a pool table, though.

ROBYN:
Fisk.

* *

Keshegian.
Taller than I thought.

HARRY:
You're sitting
in my chair.

FISK:
It's comfy.

Mel, right?

Small package,

big punch.

You've got a lot of nerve,

breaking in here.
Yeah,
about that,

you might want to look into
your security measures.

MEL:
Oh, yeah? You might
want to rethink

that stupid grin
on your face

because after everything
you've put her through,

the lies, putting our lives
in danger, I ought to just...

We were attacked,
and then you show up.

What's going on, Fisk?

I picked up some chatter

that someone was
looking for a woman

who fit your description.

That's it?
That's your crack intel?

No, but it piqued my interest.

Is he... Oh, my...
No, no, no, no.

You can't...
No, no, no, no, no.

You got to get out
of the chair.

Okay. Okay, take it easy.
Out of the chair.

So, I did some digging,

and I found
this.

Any idea who's behind this?

FISK:
No.

What about your assailants?
Any distinguishing features?

Masked up.
HARRY: Nothing
that stood out.

MEL:
Well-trained,
that's for sure.

One of them tried
to stick me with this.

Bitter.

I think it's midazolam.

A knock-out drug used on
patients before surgery.

So they weren't
trying to kill us.

They were trying to abduct us.

FISK:
Maybe.

But whatever's
in this serum

is not pure midazolam.

Any idea what else is in it?

No.
I know someone
who might.

Jakob.

Huh?

He runs a
makeshift lab

out of his
basement uptown.

What kind of lab?

The illegal kind,
which is exactly why

he might know what's in that.

Yeah, if he didn't make it
himself.
Yeah.

FISK: I'll check into
things on my end.

Guys, this is right
across the street

from where you were attacked,
at the auto shop.

Yeah, that looks like the van

that was following
me this morning.

HARRY: Okay, all I got to do
is reverse trace it

back to its point of departure.

I can do a little recon
while you guys check out

the pharmacist.
Wait, I don't know, babe.

What? I'll pick up

some cans of soup.
I'm serious.

Okay, if you go, bring a gun,
but don't engage.

Call that Dante.

He can
handle himself

pretty well.
I'll be in touch.

ROBYN: You have
a split second to evaluate

whether that signifies a threat.

(mutters)

We have to go now.

No, relax. We've got 30 minutes

before that movie starts.
I'll explain outside,

but we have to go now.

Are you okay?
Did something happen?

Not yet, but I think
there's a man up front

about to
rob the store.

There's an exit
sign behind you.

It's locked.

There's only one way out.

Okay.

Next.

Is that him?

DELILAH:
Mm-hmm.

VI:
Let's go. Stay close.

Stay calm.

Empty the register.
Empty the register!

Empty the register now!

And the safe.

Anybody moves, people will die!

(bluesy music playing)

(door opens)

Hey, Dante.

Harry.

What are you doing here?

I tried calling you
a bunch of times,

but I, uh, I guess
your ringer was off.

So you tracked my phone.

Yeah, sorry. Desperate times.

Desperation and drinks.

Perfect timing.

Yo.

BARTENDER:
Coming up.

Yeah, I got to say,
it's not exactly

where I expected
to find you at, well,

this early in the day.

It's 5:00 somewhere.
Perks of suspension.

Suspen... What happened?

I was doing my job,
that's what happened.

Wait, is this about
that guy that shot

your pal Manny?
I was
bringing him in,

doing the right thing, you know?

Seems that doesn't
count for much these days.

I'm sorry,
that's super messed up.

I mean, we are
the good guys, right?

Maybe my dad was right.

Things are stacked against us.

Hey, look, I get
you're going through

some tough stuff
right now,

but I-I could really
use your help.

With what?

Some pretty
hardcore mercs came after

me, Mel and Rob this morning.

Robyn?

Is she okay? And you?

Mel?
Yeah. Well,
I mean, we're okay.

That could
change, though,

unless we figure out

who's coming for us and-and why.

Any leads?

I tracked a van to
some spot in Brooklyn,

but, you know,
I promised the ladies

I wouldn't go without backup,
so what do you say?

Perks of suspension.

I got nothing
but time.

Besides, I could
use the distraction.

Coffee to go, please. Black.
BARTENDER: Okay.

ROBYN:
Jakob.

What the...

I thought we had a deal.
I made you those paralytics.

In exchange, you don't
come around here anymore.

Yes, but I need to know

what's in
this syringe.
I don't know

what the hell that is
and don't care.

Last time you were here,

I-I was in the
hospital for a week.

I don't think he
wants to help us.

No, and he barely looked
at that syringe,

which means he definitely

knows something
about it.

I don't know what it is,

and I don't care.

Now, for the last time...

Ow!

You remember something now?

The antidote, the antidote,
I need the antidote.

MEL: Oh, I think you
jogged his memory, Rob.

Okay, it's
a mixture.

A cocktail of midazolam
and scopolamine.

Scopolamine. What is that?

Cranks up your autonomic
nervous system

so much, your body
goes on autopilot.

Decision-making is inhibited.

You answer as asked,

you do as
your told.
It's a truth serum.

You become completely
compliant, until...

Until what?
If you don't counteract it,

your nervous system burns out.

Your body literally
forgets how to function.

You can't breathe, your heart
stops beating after 90 minutes.

If those guys this morning

were trying to inject me
with truth serum,

they want some information.
But what?

Well, between your military
and CIA experience,

could be anything.
The antidote,

I need the antidote.
It's in that cabinet

right over there. Please,
MEL: All right.

please, please.
Calm, calm.
You're so emotional.

Give it to me, please.
Wait, wait. This one?
You want this?

Yes.
I'm gonna hang on to it.

Come on.
Shut up.

Who'd you sell it to?

Anonymous buyer.
I swear.

I think he needs another dose.

No, no, no. Okay, okay, okay.

They had some type of accent.

Cuban? South American?
I don't know.

That's all I know.

(crying): Now, please,
I don't want to die.

ROBYN:
Ah, relax.

It's just saline and whiskey.
You'll be fine.

This is the serum
that you made, you genius.

ROBYN:
But if I find out you lied,
I'm gonna come back here

and give you the real deal.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

(police sirens wail)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Nobody's coming in

or getting out.

DANTE:
Looks like you were right.

Here's your van.

So, uh,
what's the plan?

DANTE:
Stay on my six.

Could be squatters.

You recognize that symbol?

No, Rob might,
though.

(phone rings)

What'd you
find, Harry?

HARRY:
Hey, uh, so the van's here,

but the place is empty.
I just texted you

a picture of a symbol.

Does that mean anything to you?

It's the symbol for the
Venezuelan freedom fighters,

soldiers
I was helping

fight Alexander Montilla.

Montilla?

He was a ruthless dictator
and mass murderer,

heinous human rights violations.

And we almost
took him down,

until the U.S. changed its mind,

and the CIA withdrew overnight.

Leaving those freedom fighters
to his mercy.

No equipment, no ammo.

We betrayed them.

Left them there to die.

I lost my whole unit
in the extraction.

Watched two of
my best friends,

Ed and Michelle,
get blown to pieces.

Sorry to hear that.

Michelle and I

came up through
the Farm together.

Thought we could
change the world.

Okay, so if
the freedom fighters

are here,

could this be a revenge mission?

ROBYN:
I mean, I couldn't blame them.

But why now?

And why us?

HARRY:
Yeah, Mel and I
weren't even there.

But Bishop was.

And if Bishop was there,

then his protégée
probably was, too.

Fisk. Which means
he probably

knows more about this
than he's letting on.

One way to find out.

Hey, we'll call you back.

Time to pay Fisk a visit.

Have fun with that.

We better jet.

Last thing I need
is a trespassing charge.

(yells)

Ah!

(grunting)

You okay?

Better than him.

What?

Dante.

Dante. Dante!

HARRY: Can you hear me? Come on.
Okay, we're gonna get you

fixed up. Come on,
we're gonna get you some help.

Just stay awake.
(line rings)

(phone rings)

Hey, babe.
Everything okay?

HARRY:
Well, that depends.

Dante just got
stabbed with a syringe

full of maybe the same stuff

they almost hit Rob with.

Damn. We have the antidote,

but we're already too far away.

(slowly):
Is that Robyn?

Hey, girl.
How you doing?

Robyn has such
a great smile.

Doesn't she have
a great smile, Harry?

HARRY:
Yes, she does.

Uh, hey, what else
was in that stuff?

A very powerful

truth serum.

Okay, that follows.

And her eyes. You could get lost

in those eyes.
Like pools of warm,

soothing water you just

want to dive
right in.
Uh-huh.

What's he saying?
HARRY:
Nothing, it's fine.

Listen, I got to take him
to a hospital, okay?

There's one ten minutes away.

No, no, no, no.
You have to take him to Jakob's.

If Dante doesn't get the
antidote in the next 90 minutes,

his heart will stop.
I'll text you the address.

It's in a cabinet in the back.

Okay, copy that.

Where's Robyn?
Where'd Robyn go?

I want to see her.

Okay. Hold on, Romeo.

(tires screeching)

(ship horn blows)

ROBYN:
What do you know

that you're not telling us?

All right, slow down, mall cop.

What are you talking about?

Dante got hit with
one of those syringes.

It's a truth serum,
and it's lethal,

so I need to know

everything you know about

why Venezuelan
soldiers are here.

Venezuela?

Look, I don't have
all the answers,

but yesterday, my personal
servers were hit

with a cyberattack in
an attempt to smoke me out.

Which you conveniently left out.

I didn't have
all the information yet.

After I repelled the incursion,

my security systems
picked up the chatter

about you
and your team.

So they figured if they grab me,

I could tell them
how to find you.

But what
made them think

I would know where you are?

I'm sorry, McCall,

but I'm afraid I might've

brought this
onto you.

You mentioned
Venezuelan soldiers?

Vargas. God.

Someone want to fill me in?

Enrique Vargas.

He was the leader of
the Venezuelan freedom fighters.

Worked closely with the CIA.

I was his contact.
He trusted me.

Yeah, his first mistake.

We went in with
the right intentions,

but then the orders came in,
and we had to pull out.

Soon after we...

...abandoned them,

Vargas' friends and family,

they... they were
rounded up and executed

by Montilla.

Vargas survived,
and he's been leading

an underground
rebel group ever since,

but he holds me accountable
for the deaths of his people.

(scoffs) Iran, Afghanistan.

How many times
has the CIA done this?

Sounds like this guy
was right to blame you.

CIA only cares about the game,

not the players.

Not even our own operatives
who we've lost down there.

Michelle Chambers and Ed Lee

were outstanding
agents.

I know how you
felt about them.

I'm truly sorry.

But that's not
what's relevant right now.

Vargas is extremely dangerous,
and we need to take him down.

Did you say "we"?

Because this sounds like
a "you" problem.

Vargas will not stop
coming after me. Or you.

You want help?
Call your buddies at the CIA.

The CIA has never acknowledged
what happened in Venezuela,

and they won't start now.

ROBYN:
And that's exactly
why I left.

Either you have
your people's back or you don't.

Good luck, Fisk.

(tires screech)

(grunting)

FISK:
McCall!

ROBYN:
Come on,
they got Fisk.

Get in the back!

(tires screeching)

ROBYN:
I knew something was off.

Fisk rarely leaves
himself this exposed.

You think he got
nabbed on purpose?

You heard him,
he wants me involved.

And he knew I couldn't

stand by and let that happen.

Well, what if he was wrong?
What can I say?

Love him or hate him,

the man knows people.

Rob.
I see it.

Just get me close.

I'll blow
their tires out.
Wait.

If they wanted
him dead,

they'd have killed him by now.

And if we
stop them,

we may never find Vargas.

But if we follow them
to their hive,

we can take them all down.

All right.

You're too good for Fisk.

Hey, Dante. Just hang in there.
Just hang in there.

(echoing): Stay with me.
You're doing great, buddy.

Just stay with me, okay?

You're a good
guy, Harry.

Thanks, pal.

My father
always said

good was just a construct,

for simple-minded people

who couldn't see shades of gray.

Hmm.
What do
you think?

Uh...
(phone rings)

Ah, saved by the bell. Hey.

MEL:
How's Dante?

Channeling his inner
Jim Morrison.

Look, we're only a few
blocks away from Jakob's.

Did you talk to Fisk?

Yeah, right before
he got grabbed.

Grabbed? (sighs)

What is going on today?
Tracking
the van now.

You focus on Dante,

we'll circle back after.

All right.
Robyn.

She showed me
things about myself

I didn't even
know were there.

Showed me
that justice

wasn't so
black and white.

(sighs) I love her for that.

Did he just say...

HARRY:
No, he's good.
I don't know.

It's just the radio.

W-W-We're two seconds away.
We'll call you back.

(door opens)

HARRY:
Hello? Hello?

DANTE:
Maybe they're
playing a game?
Jakob?

Like hide-and-seek.

Okay. Easy there,
big guy.

We break it,
we buy it.

Jakob?

Anybody there?

You know who's always there?

Robyn.

She's my ride-or-die.

HARRY:
Oh, no. No.

They must have found out
he told Rob about the serum.

Call Robyn,
she'll know what to do.

She always knows.

(police sirens wailing)
(helicopter whirring)

(phone rings)
(gasps)

Who is that?

(rings)
Who the hell is that?

Maybe you should answer that.

It could be the cops.
They probably want to find

a safe way out of this.

Yeah, like hell
they do.

Shut up, stop ringing!

Would you like me
to answer it?

No!
(rings)

Sir, if you don't
answer the phone,

the cops are gonna come in here,

and it's gonna get
a lot worse for you.

I know you don't want that.

None of us do.

But whatever
led you here today,

it's not too late
to turn back.

I promise you, whatever
happened in the past,

you still have
a lot to live for.

You see, I did everything right.

I was loyal and I worked hard,
and you know what it got me?

Discarded like
a piece of trash!

So, don't tell me that I got
something to live for,

'cause I don't.

(police sirens wailing)

(gate opening)

(gate closes)

MEL:
So what's our move?
Try to infiltrate?

No, we're gonna need

backup
for this.
Who?

You heard Fisk, the CIA's
not gonna touch this.

That doesn't mean
we're out of options.

Rob, movement.

We've been made. Hold on.

(coughing)

ROBYN:
Michelle.

Mel? Mel!

Mel, wake up.
(groans)

There you go.

You okay?

Yeah, aside from
being gassed

and, you know,
tied to a chair, I'm peachy.

This is gonna sound crazy, but
I think I just saw Michelle.

Michelle Chambers,

who was killed
in Venezuela?

That's the crazy part.
Back at the car,

right before I passed out...

I think I saw her.

I don't know,

maybe I was hallucinating.

Makes sense, you know?

She was on your mind.

Plus the gas.

It seemed so real.

(man screaming)

Is that Fisk?
Yeah,

and I'm starting to suspect this
is about more than just revenge.

They were using us
to get to Fisk.

Why are we still alive?

I'm not waiting around
to find out.

HARRY:
Okay, okay, okay.

It's got to be here.
Got to be here.

W-Where-- what
did Mel say?

Back wall, back wall, back wall.

How you doing, pal?
You doing good?

(slurring):
I'm not doing so great.

HARRY:
It's not here.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no.

Pal, pal, pal. Wake up.

Wait. Dante.
Come on, come on.

Don't do this.
Okay. Okay. (grunting)

There's got to be a pulse.
There's got to be a pulse.

Oh, come on.

There's got to be
a quick-start guide, right?

I can't read
upside down.

You're good,
you're good, you're good.

You're good, you're good.
Here we go.

Here we go.

Okay, okay. Sorry about this.

No pain,
no gain, right?

Come on, pal.
(thumps)

(high-pitched whining)
Breathe. Breathe.

Come on.
(thumps, heart beats)

(gasps)
Oh, God.
Oh, God.

You okay?

Never better.
Okay.

Yeah. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good. I think
my heart stopped. (laughs)

(distant sirens wailing)

I'm sorry for what you're
going through.

What do you know about it?

I know you're hurting.

The clothes,

the nonperishable items
in your-in your basket.

Wool socks

that you took.

Keeping your feet
warm and dry is...

...is important when
you don't have...

...when you don't have
a home to sleep in.

Yeah.

I'm homeless.

So?

You think that makes you
better than me?

No.

Nothing
could be

further from the truth.

You have a wife.

Your ring.

Had.

You spend your whole
life at the plant,

and you're making
the steel beams

for the buildings and the
bridges all over the city.

And then suddenly,

almost overnight,
everything changes.

It becomes more automated.

Suddenly they don't
need so many guys

with my skill set.

So, you lost your job?

What am I gonna do?
Too old to learn a new trade.

So, yeah,

she left me.

But I don't even blame her.

I couldn't take...

I couldn't take care
of her anymore.

But she believed in me.

Kind of like I believed in
the American dream.

So, it turns out
we were both fools.

I spent my life doing
everything right.

People act like I'm invisible.

(sighs)

I see you.

I'm Viola.

What's your name?

Drake.

I'm sorry, Drake.

You deserve better.

OFFICER (over loudspeaker):
To the man inside

holding hostages,
we have tried to make contact.

Come out now and surrender,
or let the hostages go free.

Sir, please consider
surrendering.

They might shoot
you if you don't.

Maybe that's for the best.

Help! Please, help!

She's not breathing.

Help!

I don't know what the hell
you people did to her.

You have to
help her.

She...

Mel, the knife.
Okay.

(grunts)

Why do I feel like
you've done this before?

(grunting)

This reminds me
of Catholic school.

You could learn
a thing or two

from Sister Mary Catherine...

Yes!

Better!

Much better!

Everything's a big
joke with you.

Were you laughing when you
and your CIA abandoned us?

You got a raw deal,
I will not deny that,

but I had nothing to do with it.

Pulling out

was not my call.

MAN 2:
Fisk.

Sticking to
the same story, I see.

Enrique.

Still not taking responsibility.

I lost a lot of good men
when you Americans pulled out.

Men who were
tortured for sport.

And then killed.

And their families?

Montilla and his men
did far worse to them.

I trusted you.

I took your word.

I'm sorry, Enrique.

If I could've done
something, I would have.

We were comrades in arms.

If it weren't
for that,

you'd already
be dead.

Tell me
everything

I need to know
to make this right.

Drake, it doesn't

have to be
this way.

You wouldn't understand.

You're right,

I can't imagine
what you're going through.

But I do know
what it is

to live paycheck-to-paycheck.

When an unpaid parking
ticket doubles,

gets your car impounded,
so now you can't get to work.

Lose your job,
no job, no rent.

Next thing
you know, you've got

an eviction notice
pinned to the door.

And then things get really
desperate

'cause now you're doing
whatever it takes to survive.

I know that fear,

and it ain't pretty.

I didn't even know
who I was anymore.

I didn't... I didn't think
I had anything left

to contribute to this world.

But thank God I had a net.

My family.

I was able
to move in

with my niece,
to help raise

her wonderful daughter.

That gave me purpose again.

And bought me time, time to
figure out what to do next.

So...

what'd you do?

Believe it
or not,

I started painting again.

Like my life depended on it.

Yeah? How'd that
work out for you?

It worked
out great.

I-I showed at
an art gallery,

and now...

I teach art to kids.

Drake,
I promise you,

if I can do it, you can, too.

I think the world's gonna
look at us a bit differently.

I think you're wrong.

The buildings,
the bridges

that you built
with your hands,

they're
still standing.

You did that.

They make a
difference in our lives

every single day.

You're right about that,
but here I am.

They may
be able to

take away your pension, but they
cannot take away who you are,

and what you've achieved.

You can do this again.

You still have so much

to offer
the world.

(door crashes open)
OFFICER:
He's got a gun.

Take him down!
Take him down!

(grunts)

Drop the weapon!

His gun is empty!

Please, no!

His gun is empty.
It's empty!

It's empty.
Dee.

She's right.

Gun's not loaded.

Delilah, what
are you doing?

Come on.

Don't move.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything
you say can

and will be
used against you

in a court
of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

I meant what I said.

You can do it.

(handcuffs click)

OFFICER:
Let's go, buddy.

Come on.

(grunting)

Your goon can hit me

as much as you want.

I can't tell you

what I don't know!

Then I guess we'll have
to try something else, hmm?

ENRIQUE:
Give me the
information I need.

FISK: You're wasting
your time, Enrique.

(whispering):
That's Fisk.

I was hoping to avoid this,

but you give me no other
choice, yeah?

These side effects
are rather unpleasant,

but...

it seems war

has made us both monsters.

What do they
want with Fisk?
I don't know,

but if they gave
him that drug,

we've got 90 minutes
to get him out of here.

We've got company.
(men shouting)

(gunfire)

Go, go, go!

We're pinned.

There's no way out.

What're we
gonna do?

MAN:
Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

(gunfire stops)

MAN:
We need them alive!

(shouting in Spanish)

Mel?

(shouts in Spanish)

Where are they
taking her?

If anything happens to her...

WOMAN:
It's not
your friend

you should be
worried about.

Michelle?

I thought you were dead.

I thought I was, too.

Many times over.

But do you know
what got me through?

Was waiting...

for this moment.

What the hell, Michelle?

You left me for dead.

Because I thought you were dead.

We were overrun.

I saw the IED
level that building.

Bishop had to
pull me out of there...
You were supposed

to be my Bishop.

But do you know who was?

Enrique Vargas.

I need that info.

I can't help you, Enrique,

even if I wanted to,

which I don't.

Give him another
shot of the serum.

He'll break
eventually.

(groaning)

Michelle, you know me
better than anyone.

I would never have left you
if I had a choice.

Did you know that the IEDs

that took out that
building were armed

with an incendiary
component?

Ed and I had no way out.

We took
shelter

in a below-ground
supply room.

When the IED detonated,
the blast was so severe

that it blew out
my ear drums.

And Ed?

We were separated
when the roof caved in

from the blast.

Literally folded between us.

I found a small hole
to the other side.

Ed put his
hand through

and reached out for me.

You know,
I remember thinking,

"Thank God he made it,"

as I held his hand
around my arm.

Only...

it turns out among the supplies
on Ed's side of the room

were a dozen drums of kerosene.

And the blast ignited them.

Yeah.

The collapsed roof
protected me,

but not Ed.

Michelle...

He held on to me
the entire time.

Even as the flame
engulfed his body

he never let me go.

You know, I would've died myself
from smoke inhalation

if Vargas hadn't pulled me out,
nursed me

back to health,

saved my life.

We were
two survivors

with a common hatred of the CIA,

both victims of their betrayal

and broken promises.

He's using you.

Oh, like the Agency
is using you?

I left the Agency
after Venezuela.

(laughs) And yet, here you are,

still at their beck and call.

Michelle, I'm so sorry. Truly.

"Sorry" won't bring Ed back.

(guns cock)
Put them down.

I'll take care of this myself.

I'm not going
to fight you.

I'm not going to fight you.

Why, because violence is wrong?

You're like the CIA now.

You're morally superior

to the rest
of the world.

You don't want to fight me,
that's fine. You can sit there

and watch your team die
like I watched Ed

after you abandoned us.

I don't get it. All of this
to get revenge on me?

You would
think

this is only about you.

But you're just the appetizer.

Do you guys smell something?

Yeah, it smells like...

Accelerant.

We got to get out
of here.
Okay.

(door opens)

Light it up.

HARRY: No, no, no, no.
You don't want to do that.

No.

No, no, hold on!

HARRY:
No!

No!

Wait, wait!
(groans)

Michelle, no. They had
nothing to do with any of this.

Unfortunately for them,
it's the best way to hurt you.

Come on.

(gunshots)

(men shouting)

Freeze!
(excited chatter)

Don't move!

(man shouts in Spanish)

There's no way
around it, McCall.

(coughing)

You're going to watch them burn.

And then I'm going to kill you.

(all yelling)

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