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Previously on The Equalizer...
Empty the register.

Nobody's getting out!

I'm Viola.

What's your name? Drake.

VI: Drake, it doesn't
have to be this way.

You still have so much

to offer the world.

Mark Jamison is
giving a speech today.

If he wants to spew his lies,

then I will speak the
truth even louder.

(clamoring)

DELILAH: Aunt Vi? Don't move.

Hands where I can see them.

Dee was determined
to get involved.

What did you want me to do?

Pick her up and drag her away?

You are the adult.
She got arrested.

(panting) (leaves rustling)

MAN: I think I heard something.

(cries out)

MAN: Check over there!

♪ ♪

MAN: She came this way!

There's something over there.

(gasps, panting)

(crackling)

(screaming)

♪ ♪

ROBYN: Morning, Auntie.

VI: Morning.

Architectural books?

Planning on changing careers?

No, they're for Drake,
the unfortunate young man

Dee and I encountered at
the convenience store.

"Encountered"? You mean,
"who held you at gunpoint."

I told you, the gun was empty.

I didn't know you two
still kept in touch.

We exchange letters
every now and then.

He's a good soul.

Seems to have found his passion.

It's hard to find architecture
textbooks in prison...

You thought you'd help him out.

I'm trying to.

I haven't heard
from him in a while.

I was actually gonna
go visit him today, but

he hasn't answered
my last two letters.

Well, give me his name. I'll
see what I can find out.

Thank you.

Okay. Auntie.

Listen.

I owe you an apology.

I'm sorry I took
that tone with you

after Dee got
arrested. No, Robyn.

I'm the one who's sorry.

I think I have steered Dee
in the wrong direction.

Well, you did what
you thought was right.

And Dee has a mind
of her own anyway.

That she does.

Family's never easy.

Speaking of family,

look what I found in
Dee's room, on her desk.

Hudson Military High School?

Yep. They prepare
kids for the service.

She's thinking of
changing high schools?

She's thinking
about leaving home?

I thought this was just a phase.

Yeah, well,

that phase ends today.

DELILIAH: Oh, my goodness.

I hope she's okay.

Yeah, absolutely.

What's going on?

I'm not completely sure, but...

I think my friend
Raya's in trouble.

Her phone's off,

her mom said she didn't
come home last night.

Raya, the dancer
from the talent show?

Yeah, that's her.

Yesterday at the park I saw
her arguing with another girl.

It was getting physical, too.

Why don't you want
to talk about it?

Because it's none
of your business.

Hey. You think you
know what's tea, sis,

but you got no idea.

I said get out of my face.

Hey. Whoa.

RAYA: Let go of me.
DELILAH: Whoa, whoa, hey.

You know the girl? No.

Never seen her before.

I thought I saw her take off,

but maybe she circled
back and then...

DELILAH: Hey. Hey.

What do you guys say we just

take a breath and
talk about this?

Next time,

I promise it's on sight.

DELILAH: Raya, are you okay?

RAYA: Yeah, thanks, Dee.

I gotta go.

(exhales): God, I have a
bad feeling about this.

Do you think you
can talk to her mom?

Sure, baby girl,
anything to help.

Okay. Thank you.

While your mom handles this,
I can drive you to school.

No, I'm not going
to school today.

I'm coming with you
to talk to Raya's mom.

Please, Mom?

JAMILA: Raya and
I are very close.

She wouldn't just not come home.

Do you know who Raya
was arguing with?

It wasn't anyone I've
ever seen at school.

I don't know,

maybe someone from the
kiki house she just joined?

ROGER: A kiki house is like

her chosen family.

My daughter Jamila

thought it'd be good
for Raya to meet people

who understand what
she's been going through.

Changing her name, pronouns,

learning about gender-affirming
care, it's a lot.

So, when she asked to join a
kiki house, I encouraged it.

Which one did she join?

The House of Dubois.

Oh, right. That's where
she learned to dance.

ROGER: My grandchild dreams

of doing it professionally.

She was supposed to walk
her first ball tonight.

She told me she was going

straight from the
park to rehearsal.

Do you know if she
ever showed up?

I've been calling the house
mother Liberté Dubois,

but she's not answering.

Okay, well, I'll
pay them a visit,

see if Raya made it there.

Thank you for helping us.

I'll do what I can. Us
moms got to stick together.

Thanks.

I'll drop you off on the way.

Wait, no, Mom, I need
to come with you.

Missing one class

is one thing, Dee, but...
Mom, I'm begging you.

She's been my friend
since middle school.

Plus, I'm the only one
who can ID the girl.

Raya was arguing with.

(sighs)

All right, this one time.

But if I say go, you
go, no questions asked.

Okay. Thanks, Mom.

HARRY: Yeah, Fisk,
I-I get it's a matter

of national security, okay,
but looking for anomalies

in security-enhanced
user space tools is like

looking for a parking
spot in Midtown Manhattan.

Only, the parking spot would
be a lot easier to find

if I didn't have to
hide it from my wife.

Hey, babe.

Hey.

Um, how was, uh, group?

Uh, any more vets show up?

Uh, yeah, about eight people.

Listen, Rob and Dee
are on the phone.

Apparently, one of Dee's
friends is missing.

Oh, no. All right.
Hey, guys, go ahead,

you're on speaker.

Her name's Raya Cayman.

16 years old,
five-seven, brown hair.

I spoke to Dante, he's
checking for incident reports

that could shed some
light on her whereabouts.

Text me her phone number,
I'll see if her GPS is active.

Sent.

No, it's been off
since last night.

Is it possible Raya ran away?

ROBYN: Not likely.

She seems to have a
great relationship

with her mother and
her grandfather.

We're hearing to meet
with her kiki house

to see if anyone there knows
who she was arguing with.

All right, I'll see if she
had any credit or debit card

she may have used recently
so I can track her location.

Okay. Thank you, guys, really.

Of course, Dee. We'll let
you know what we find.

♪ Like this, watch me go like ♪

♪ Yo, these haters
don't like me... ♪

All right, now.

♪ Excites me ♪

♪ Wanna imitate,
they bite me... ♪

What you got going on here?

♪ It's a joke, you're
a joke, you're a meme ♪

♪ Wanna steal my
style, what thief... ♪

Baby, this is a private
space. Can I help you?

ROBYN: We're looking

for Raya Cayman, she goes
to school with my daughter.

Her-her mother said she
didn't come home last night.

Do you know where she might be?

I don't. Look,

we just want to know if
she passed through here

at any point yesterday.

(whispers): Hey, Mom?

That's her.

That's the girl Raya
was fighting with.

I'm gonna need to talk
to one of your girls.

Again,

this is a private rehearsal,

and you can't just show
up here asking questions.

Please, Ms. Dubois.

Look, Raya's my friend.

We are just trying to figure
out what happened to her.

People like you show
up here all the time

accusing my girls of lying,
fighting and stealing.

But not today.

I will not allow my
children to be scapegoated.

(phone ringing)

Dante, you find anything?

Got a call about a
possible abduction

at a gas station in
Queens, I'm here now.

And you think it was Raya?

I do. The janitor found
her nameplate necklace

on the floor around midnight.

She might have dropped it to
let someone know she was there.

The janitor found
something else.

I'm still gathering evidence,
but one thing's for sure.

Raya's definitely in trouble.

♪ ♪

Raya wrote that?

In blood.

Found at the same gas station

where they think
she was abducted.

Lord have mercy.

Can we please

talk to the girl that she
was arguing with yesterday?

(sighs)

ANGIE: I swear I
didn't do nothing.

Raya and I had words,

but she's still my sister.

Well, what were
you arguing about?

Sounds like it got
pretty intense.

♪ ♪

You want to know what I think?

I think that Raya is pretty

and smart, funny,

nice friends...

What are you getting at?

That sometimes even I can find
it hard not to be jealous.

Me? Jealous? Never.

I get how friendships work.

Do you, though? Angie?

We are not as
different as you think.

I'm Black, trans,
homeless and undocumented.

The definition of different.

And I belong
nowhere, except here.

Ballroom saved my life.

But Raya...

She didn't need saving.

Exactly.

Well, she does now.

Fine.

Maybe I am jealous.

But I would never hurt her.

So what were you fighting about?

I was worried about her, okay?

Her ex-boyfriend
is way too aggro.

Wait. Raya never mentioned
anything about a boyfriend.

Because he made her
keep it a secret.

I see that kind of
crap all the time,

and it never ends well.

But Raya finally got smart
and dropped that loser.

But he didn't like that.

No. I caught him creeping
outside rehearsal.

I was scared he'd
do something bad,

so I told Raya to
stay away from him.

Okay, so we need
to talk to her ex.

What's this ex-boyfriend's name?

Gabriel Medina.

I think he works
at a bodega uptown.

Thank you.

DELILAH: So, what next?

You tell me.

Okay, well, Harry's
trying to get the address

where Raya's ex works,
so, do we call Dante?

Try to get a warrant
for his arrest?

(chuckles) Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

We need to question him first.

We can't just throw a
man in jail on a hunch.

So, we just wait
for an address? Yes.

And while we're waiting,

I want to talk to
you about something.

I saw the application

for the military high
school in your room.

I can explain...

I know it sounds exciting,

but you are not
changing high schools.

I knew you wouldn't
love the idea,

but, come on, can we
at least talk about it?

I have to make sure you're
headed down the right path.

By controlling everything I do?

Not everything.

But there are some decisions

you're not ready to
make on your own,

and this is definitely
one of them.

I-I don't understand.

You've always encouraged
me to find my own way,

and when I finally
do, you shut it down,

without even an explanation?

I told you.

I joined the service
because I had no choice.

You do.

Sure doesn't sound like it.

Hey. Where are you going?

To check on Raya's mom.

(phone rings) (sighs)

Hey, Harry,

what'd you find out
about the ex-boyfriend?

Well, you were right
to suspect him.

Gabriel Medina has been booked

for petty theft, assault.

In and out of juvie.

His last stay was for bashing

his algebra teacher's
head in with a laptop.

Maybe that new math
really is a problem.

As part of his probation,

he's got to take anger
management courses.

Sounds like a guy who
could've easily snapped

when his girl dumped him.

You got an address?

Yeah, he works at
his parents' bodega

on 157th Street.

Sending you the pin right now.

All right. I'm on my way.

I'll meet you there.

♪ ♪

Here you go.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Hey, Drake.

How are you here?

Someone close to me
pulled a few strings

and got me in to see you.

(chuckles) You must know
some pretty powerful people.

I was, uh, coming to
see you at the prison,

then I learned that
you'd been injured so,

so badly they had
to bring you here.

Got in a fight.

Guy shanked me.

Can I ask you why?

It's prison.

New guy wanted to make
a name for himself.

I spoke to your
doctor in the hallway.

He says you won't
get out of bed,

even though moving around

is really important
to your recovery?

Maybe I don't want to recover.

What's going on?

You said you'd
found your purpose.

You were excited
about fighting for it.

I am fooling myself.

Architecture?

Who's gonna trust a felon
to design their home?

We've talked about this.

You knew it wasn't
gonna be easy.

But you're doing it. You're
making great strides.

And they all amount to nothing.

Thank you for coming, but I...

I want to be alone.

No.

No? No.

I did not just call in a favor

and drive all the way
out here to go back home.

Well, you can't just
barge into some... I

most certainly can.

You listen to me.

When I hit rock bottom,

I told everyone I cared
about to leave me alone, too.

Some of them listened.

But the ones that didn't
changed my life forever.

So you go ahead
and tell that guard

to drag me out of here.

Or

You can do as the doctor says,

and get out of that bed,

and walk.

♪ ♪

Gabriel Medina?

Can we have a word real quick?

Mel.

(dog barking)

♪ ♪

Hey!

(groans)

Get up! Get up. Ow!

I'm sorry, okay? I
didn't mean to miss it.

My dad needed help in the shop!

Miss what?

Anger management.

You're from probation, right?

No. We're trying to
find Raya Cayman.

Why are you looking for Raya?

We're asking the questions here.

Where can we find her?

I don't know. Try her mom.

Get back there.

Her mom hasn't heard from her

since yesterday
before rehearsal.

How about you?

I mean, I-I spoke
to her after that.

You recognize this?

Yeah, I gave that to her.

The police found it

in a gas station
bathroom in Queens.

ROBYN: Along with this.

Raya wrote that?

My God, is she okay?
MEL: You tell us.

We heard you were creeping
around her rehearsal

like a stalker. Hold on.

You think I did
something to Raya?

Did you?

No! She's my best friend.

She's the only person on earth

who doesn't stress
me out all the time.

I love her. MEL:
You love her so much

you made her keep your
relationship a secret.

My parents are from a
different generation.

One that doesn't
understand gender fluidity.

They've sacrificed
so much for me,

and all I do is get in trouble.

If they found out about
Raya, they would disown me.

None of that changes the fact

that you were pissed when
she broke up with you.

We were working things out.

We were supposed to
meet last night to talk,

but my dad made me stay
late to close up the store.

By the time I got
there, she was gone.

Meet where?

At a pizzeria in Bed-Stuy.

Rico's. We were supposed
to meet at 10:00.

HARRY: I sent you the feed
from around 10:00 p.m.

There she is. Yep,
right on time.

Wait, who's that?

Can you make out
the van's plate?

No, no, not from
this camera angle.

Let me try another one.

Looks like they held
her at gunpoint.

Stop.

Zoom in.

It's another girl.

And she doesn't look
like a willing passenger.

If Raya's not the only
one they abducted...

We could be dealing
with traffickers.

The van Raya got
into is registered

to a shell corp overseas.

Now, I can have M.E.L.
track its finances

to see who it belongs to,
but that could take a while.

ROBYN: We don't have a while.

If these are traffickers,
it's a matter of time

before these kids
disappear for good.

Any luck ID'ing
the mystery girl?

All I could pull
was a partial image.

It's not enough for facial rec.

I checked missing persons
reports from the last few days,

and there's no one
with a resemblance.

Which means no one even reported

this girl missing. HARRY:
It's not surprising.

Traffickers target kids

who they think no one
is gonna look for.

Well, they messed up when
they grabbed these two.

Harry, keep going with
those shell corps.

I'll ask Dante to
look for traffickers

known to be operating in
the area. (Phone rings)

Dee, everything all right?

Hey, Mom, I'm at Ms.
Cayman's apartment.

Can you come?

I'm really worried about her.

All of a sudden, Ms.
Cayman started pacing,

then she smashed a
glass against the wall.

Okay, if you feel unsafe, leave.

I'm on my way.

Hey.

Where is Ms. Cayman now?
She's in her bedroom.

She said she had to
go get something.

Stay here.

Jamila, what's going on?

Jamila, give me that gun.

Someone knows where she is.

I'm gonna find them. I'm
gonna make them talk.

Okay.

But I can't have you
waving around that gun

with my child in the next room.

Now please...

♪ ♪

Hey, Ms. Cayman?

Ms. Cayman, where are you going?

To get my daughter.

I can't sit here doing
nothing any longer.

DELILAH: No. You need
to stay here for Raya.

She will need you
when she gets home.

And she is coming home.

We don't know that.

ROBYN: Look.

I know what it's like
to not have control

of anything that's
going on around you.

You want to burn the world
down to find your child.

But there's nothing that
you can do on those streets.

You both don't get it.

I gave Raya all this freedom.

Let her hang out with
whoever she wanted.

Go wherever she needed, and
now she's been kidnapped!

This is all my fault.

DELILAH: No. Ms. Cayman,

look at me.

Look, you supported Raya.

You accepted her
unconditionally.

Not every parent does that.

Delilah's right.

You're an amazing mom.

And it's obvious how much
you love your daughter

and would do anything
to protect her.

Hey.

And more importantly,

you allowed Raya to
forge her own path.

She wouldn't be who
she is without you.

Jamila, the best thing
you can do right now

is sit tight.

My detective friend is out there

looking for Raya right
now, and we will find her.

Can you both stay a bit longer?

I don't want to be
alone right now.

As long as you need.

That's it, you're doing great.

(groans)

All that matters
is the next step.

Oh, it's too hard.

Life is hard. What
can I tell you?

But you already know that.

(groaning) You
haven't quit before,

you're not going to now.

(pained groan) Oh, God.

Okay, okay.

(exhales sharply)

Drake, what's happened?

The warden is changing
my work assignment.

He's transferring me
out of the library

and into the laundry,
which means I'm not gonna

have access to any books.

That's fine. Let
'em transfer you.

I'll just send you more books

directly from the publisher.

(sighs)

Is something else bothering you?

I'm... I'm just afraid.

I'm gonna read all these books,

I'm gonna go in there
to take the ARE,

and I'm just gonna freeze.

I build things.

I haven't taken a test since
I've been in high school.

No, no, no, don't do that.

When things get difficult,

it's really easy to start
questioning ourselves.

Did I choose the right career?

Do I have the strength
to see it through?

Do I have what it takes? (Sighs)

Well, you know what
you're asking yourself?

Do the people around you
even need you anymore?

Making poor choices and
shaping their lives.

(scoffs) Dangerous
choices, even.

We talking about me now, or you?

(chuckles)

I'm sorry, I just

have a lot on my mind. (Sighs)

Mm.

You know, I've been
helping my niece

raise her daughter, right?

She just got arrested
because of me.

Don't worry, she's not
gonna turn out like me.

Hey, I met her.

She'll be fine.

And I believe that that
is partly, at least,

because of you.

(indistinct chatter)

Detective Dante.

Captain Watkins. Can I help you?

Can you?

Not sure you have the bandwidth

since you seem to be
helping everyone else.

Queens precinct called

to thank me for your assistance

on the missing persons case.

I don't remember assigning that.

I thought it might be connected
to a homicide I was working.

I'd like to see that case file.

Maybe an extra set
of eyes can help you

crack it wide open. Yes, ma'am.

Detective Dante, I'm
glad I caught you.

Do we know each other?

Addie Stanford. From
Parole downstairs.

Sorry. Thought I knew
everyone down there.

I just transferred in.

Anyway, the request
for your travel pass

came in last minute.

And why do I need a travel pass?

Your father, Ben
Dante, registered you

to accompany him to a
funeral this weekend.

It's across state lines, so
he needs an official escort.

You didn't know?

Right. That funeral.
Thanks, Addie.

(phone ringing)

DANTE: Hey, Harry.

Finally pierced the
shell corp connected to

the kidnapper's van.

What'd you find?

It has dozens of
subsidiaries, mostly overseas.

One of them is a
registered owner

of a warehouse in Queens.

Let me guess.

It's near the gas station
where Raya's message was found.

HARRY: Bingo.

I'll meet you there.

NYPD!

Split up and find the girls.
I'll check out the van.

(grunting)

(cries out)

You okay?

I am now. Find the
girls? MEL: Negative.

Searched every inch of this
place, they're not here.

So where the hell are they?

MEL: Where are they? Someone
came and picked them up.

To take them where?

Hey, man, we just
pick up the kids

and bring them here.

After that, we don't know.

Hey, check this
out. I found these.

That's Raya.

Yeah. I think that's
our mystery girl.

That's a school portrait.

How would traffickers

get their hands on that?

I can think of a few ways.

Either someone at the school
is working with them...

Or someone else who had
access to those photos.

Someone close. Like family.

HARRY: Here, look at
the school uniform.

That's Cranston, on
the Upper West Side.

DANTE: I'll contact them now.

Hopefully they can help ID her.

Yes, that's Stella, but
Stella wasn't kidnapped.

Our child is out of
town visiting family.

Any idea how her school
photo wound up in a van

belonging to some
very dangerous people?

No idea.

But we'll look into it.

You're sure she's fine?

Out of town, with family?

Yes.

I'm sorry we can't help you.

Can you at least call
her to make sure?

Our girls were
last seen together,

and it seemed like they
could be in trouble.

Thank you for your concern,
but that won't be necessary.

And if you don't mind,
we have an appointment.

That's a beautiful picture.

When was it taken?

Uh, about a year ago.

And it's still up?

I'm surprised Stella's
okay with that.

JAMILA: Raya wouldn't be.

Your daughter never
talked about old photos

or how they make her feel?

We don't have a daughter.

We have a son. His
name is Steven.

Stella's not with
family, is she?

Where's your child,
Mr. and Mrs. Binton?

Gayle, please, if
you know anything,

you have to tell us.

These are our children
we're talking about.

I know. And as
parents, it is our job

to guide them.

Steven is sick.

Look it up. Gender dysphoria.

It's a body image condition,
just like anorexia.

My child is not sick.
Sick is a society

that won't let people live.

I need to know where
my daughter is now.

Morris, think about
how your child

must feel right now.

Alone, abandoned, terrified.

Is that what you want for her?

Morris, don't.

Stella is here. (Exhales)

Is this a conversion camp?

It is a counseling service.

What kind of counseling
service abducts children?

MORRIS: They didn't abduct her.

They require written permission,

and we gave it to them.

Who in your family would

sign Raya over to
a conversion camp?

My God, Dad!

A conversion camp?

This world is dangerous, Jamila.

If you weren't protecting
my grandson, I had to.

You don't have a grandson, Dad,

you have a granddaughter,

who you just handed
over to lunatics.

I interviewed the
camp thoroughly.

They're good, caring people.

How'd you find this place?

There's no contact
info on that pamphlet.

A friend at church.

He knew someone who
went through it.

How did you reach them?

I had an email address.

After watching the online video,

I paid the tuition,

and arranged a pickup.

I can't believe you did this.

They assured me that
you'd be thankful

when you got Randy back.

Raya! Her name is Raya.

And do you know what
goes on in these camps?

They starve them, beat them.

Please, we need
to find this camp.

They keep that a secret.

You put my baby in
the hands of strangers

with no clue about
where they took her?!

Sorry for upsetting you.

Get out.

Jamila...

I mean it.

Now!

Here at Camp Fresh Awakening,

every child matters.

Using love and the latest
therapeutic methods,

we have redirected
hundreds of souls

who have somehow lost their way.

If this has happened
to your child,

we can get them back on track.

Not one mention of
conversion therapy.

Harry, we gotta figure
out where this camp is.

From the looks of the video,
this place could be anywhere.

HARRY: Doesn't mean
we can't find it.

M.E.L., take stills
from this video.

Use the background topography
to get its geolocation.

What do we know
about Cunningham?

Well, we've been
looking into that. Um...

So, Child Services shipped
off ten-year-old Duncan

to a Delaware psych institute

after they discovered
burns all over his body.

Even though he spent years
there, the records are sealed.

After which he was let
loose unto the world.

He became a
"small-business" owner.

He ran a camp in Alabama
that was shut down

after abuse allegations
started surfacing.

Campers complained
that he was using

extreme aversion therapy.

Drugs, electroshock
therapy, hot metal coils.

A bunch of the kids went
into cardiac arrest.

It gets worse. A
few of the campers

committed suicide
after their stay.

HARRY: Looks like he got
hit with a couple lawsuits.

And then he moved
on, to Mississippi,

South Dakota, Iowa. I
mean, wash, rinse, repeat.

Why hasn't this guy
served any jail time?

Because conversion therapy is
still legal in those states.

But it's not in New York.

Harry, where the
hell is this guy?

M.E.L.: Harry, I've
pinpointed a location.

Staten Island.

Let's go.

Good job, today.

(distorted): Sleep tight.

We'll continue this
in the morning.

♪ ♪

Stella?

Are you okay?

(distorted chatter) (sniffles)

Have a seat.

Time for therapy.

(breathing heavily)

Howdy. Camp Fresh Awakening?

You guys are hard to find.

GPS, uh, sent us
to Amazon Fresh.

(both laugh)

Can I help you?

We've got a package for you.

We're not expecting a delivery.

Oh, well, it says it was
ordered by a Duncan Cunningham.

It's marked "urgent."

I mean, it took us four hours

to get here, but I mean, if
you think he doesn't want it...

Okay. Leave it with me.

Uh, well, it's in the
back. The door's unlocked.

Knock yourself out.

(grunting)

GUARD: We have two runners, sir!

Something's happening.

CUNNINGHAM: I want a full
sweep of the grounds.

No one leaves. Understood?

Gather the children. Yes, sir.

So much for a
stealth in and out.

Same plan, just faster.

CUNNINGHAM: Go down by
the lake. GUARD: Yes, sir.

(distant shouting)

(distant shouting)

(grunting)

MEL: Oh, my God.

(all gasping)

Don't worry, no. We're
here to help you.

I don't see Raya or Stella.

Does anyone know where
Raya or Stella are?

They made a run for it.

Go, go, go.

♪ ♪

RAYA: Come on, Stella.

We got to keep going.

♪ ♪

CUNNINGHAM: What do you
mean you can't find them?

How far can they get?

GUARD: They can't be far!

(distant shouting)

Come on, Stella, we
got to keep moving.

(shouting continues)
I'm sorry, I can't.

Just go on without me.

That's never gonna happen.
GUARD: I heard something!

GUARD: There's
something over there!

(wings fluttering)
(distant shouting)

(panting)

You're becoming a real headache.

(crackling) (screaming)

(grunting)

You're pathetic.

You guys all right? Yeah.

You guys are okay.
It's okay. Okay.

MEL: I've got Raya and Stella.
Moving them to safety now.

Copy you.

So I'm gonna need
you and big boy here

to take all these records

and box them up and
put them in my car.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the end. (Door opens)

Of you.

And this whole nightmare.

You think you can just walk
in here with no repercussions?

There will be repercussions.

Just not for me.

I'm about to repercussion
this whole place.

(grunting)

(shouts)

(grunts)

Now

about those records. (Crackling)

Screw you. (Grunts)

I was hoping you'd say that.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

Watch your head.

Thanks to you, Cunningham
won't be starting up

another one of those house
of horrors for a while.

ROBYN: 16 countries ban

conversion therapy,
but in America,

26 states still
consider it legal.

Just got to keep fighting then.

You know I will.

Not a doubt in my mind.

Baby?

Raya! Mom?

Oh, my God! Mom!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

("Believe" by Blessing
Offor playing)

♪ ♪

♪ So you catch me
when I fall, right? ♪

♪ And you hear me
when I call cryin' ♪

♪ And you fix me when
I'm broke, right? ♪

♪ And that's all
I need to know ♪

♪ So the storm is
gonna break, right? ♪

♪ And the sun is
gonna start shinin' ♪

♪ And everything
is gonna go right ♪

♪ And that's all
I need to know ♪

♪ Do I love you?
Do I love you? ♪

♪ Do I love you or what
you can do for me? ♪

♪ Sometimes I don't know ♪

♪ But all I wanna do is ♪

♪ Believe, believe, believe,
believe in your love ♪

♪ Yes, I do ♪

♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe
in your love ♪ ♪ All I wanna do ♪

♪ All I wanna do is believe ♪

♪ Believe, believe ♪ Yes, I do ♪

♪ Believe, believe in your
love ♪ ♪ Let me believe ♪

♪ Believe, believe, believe,
believe in your love ♪

♪ Believe in your love ♪

♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe
in your love ♪ ♪ Oh, let me believe ♪

♪ Yes, I believe ♪

♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe
in your love ♪ ♪ I believe, I believe ♪

♪ I believe ♪

♪ In your love, in your love
♪ Believe, believe, believe ♪

♪ Believe in your
love ♪ In your love. ♪

Raya was right about
her house mother.

She took Stella in,
no questions asked.

Good.

And Raya, how's she doing?

You know what, she killed it

at her first ball tonight.
All right, hey now.

Yeah. Okay.

In spite of the ordeal
that she's been through.

A strong one, that girl.

She really is.

That's what happens when
people believe in you, Auntie.

(chuckles softly)

I love you.

I love you, too.

(keys jingling)

I didn't want to
interrupt your love fest.

I didn't hear you
come in. (Laughs)

How'd it go with Drake?

It went well. Yeah.

Auntie stayed way later
than she expected.

What'd you two talk about?

This and that.

Changes life puts you through.

It was good.

But

it wore me out, so

ladies, I will see
you in the morning.

Good night, Auntie.

We need to talk.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

I should not have
walked off today

or spoken to you like that.

You're right, you
shouldn't have.

But you're also right.

I owe you an explanation.

No, it's okay. I fully get

why you see the military
differently than I do.

Dee, you can't possibly get it.

Because you haven't
lived it yet.

The people who serve

in our armed forces are heroes.

But it comes at a cost.

Every time you lose someone,

the world gets a little
darker and it gets harder

to see the good in it.

Did that happen to you?

16 times.

The hardest was Bishop.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

Baby girl, you
got a light in you

that is so beautiful.

I know you want to
serve your country,

but you are already doing it.

I am?

(laughs)

Yes, you are, every time you

organize a protest, uh,

every time you speak out

against injustice.

But you can't do
that in the service.

Because you have
to follow orders.

(exhales softly)

To the letter.

And I don't want to see
that light go out for you.

But that being said

this is your decision.

So whatever you choose,
I support you 100%.

Really?

Hell yeah.

I got your back no matter what.

(chuckles)

Thanks, Mom. Yeah, yeah.

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