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Previously on The Equalizer...

Marcus! It's gonna be okay.

I'm here for you.

Whenever you need me.

You know I recently went through something

I didn't think I'd make it back from.

And you know who helped me do that?

Your mom.

It's about me and my mom.

I asked her to train me.

You know, how to protect myself.

I don't want you to worry about that stuff.

I had to grow up way faster than I should've.

And I don't want that for you.

And she said no?

Which is why

I came here to ask:

will you train me?

She's going to do it with or without me.

If Delilah is not ready

when the time comes,

that will be my fault.

As much as I might regret it,

I'd regret it more if I didn't.

So... You'll train me?

- Yeah. - Oh, my God.

Taylor?

Hey.

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Something smells good in here.

Whoo.

Don't even think about it.

It's a 12-hour bolognese and you are four hours early.

You'll have to wait till dinner to taste it.

The only question to be answered is

what do you want it over, penne or rigatoni?

You decide. Pasta's pasta.

It's just a vehicle for this sauce.

Pasta...

is the foundation for every respectable

Italian dish.

I don't disagree with you,

but sometimes maybe the pasta gets a little too much credit.

The sauce is the one doing all the work.

You know what? Let's ask Dee.

I bet you she's Team Sauce.

And it's a good thing she left early so she doesn't have to

hear your crazy talk.

School's not for another hour.

Where'd she go?

I'm not sure.

I didn't ask.

She's gonna be Team Sauce.

I know it.

Hey, it's Dee. Leave a message.

Hmm.

Went straight to voice mail.

And her notifications are silenced.

She's a teen.

I'm sure she just forgot to turn them back on.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I got to get to work.

Listen, when you talk to, uh, Delilah,

can you just tell her to give me a call later,

- give me a shout? - Mm-hmm. I will.

I'm sure she's gonna be just fine, Mama Bear.

Girl!

Mm! Get out of my pot.

Mm.

- Lord. - Mmm, mmm, mmm.

No pasta needed.

It's all about that sauce.

Taylor was 17.

She had her whole life ahead of her.

You said she died of an overdose?

That's what the autopsy said.

They told me she took a pill laced with fentanyl.

Any history of drug use?

Not that I know of.

She was a good kid.

Straight A student.

Played varsity on the tennis team.

I mean...

It's possible there were things she was keeping from me.

I mean, she was supposed to be at a sleepover that night,

not some club in Brooklyn.

Any idea where she might've gotten the pills?

Her friend, Sienna,

said some guy at the club gave them the pills.

We talked about the dangers of drugs.

She promised me that she wouldn't do them

and I believed her.

I really thought she would make good choices, you know?

Hey, we do the best we can as parents.

What about the police? What do they have so far?

Not much.

They claim they're looking for the man who gave her the pill,

but they're not optimistic.

My younger daughter, Wendy...

is a wreck.

How old is she?

She's 12.

She's not sleeping. She's not eating.

She misses her sister so much.

I couldn't save Taylor.

How do I make sure the same thing doesn't happen to Wendy?

Please find the man who killed my daughter.

He needs to pay for what he's done.

Trust me,

we're gonna get justice for Taylor.

So young.

She was in a senior in high school.

It's becoming an epidemic.

We know cartels cut their drugs

with something cheaper to stretch their supply.

It used to be aspirin,

even baby powder, and now it's fentanyl.

50 times more powerful than heroin.

In a single batch of pills, there can be some pills

that have no trace of fentanyl,

and then still others that are completely lethal.

Which explains why Taylor died, and her friend Sienna didn't.

Police interviewed Sienna at the club.

She said some guy gave them the pills

and they thought it was just ecstasy.

Club has surveillance,

but it's conveniently out of order.

However, if there's one thing I've learned

from watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians,

if it wasn't posted to social media, it didn't happen.

So, I got some bots

scanning #Club25Hours for the night that Taylor died.

Maybe something will come up with her and Sienna

and this mystery guy.

And here I thought your reality TV addiction was a bad thing.

Don't be a hater.

You could not pay me

to be a teenager these days.

The stuff we did as kids was crazy,

but we didn't die over it.

Yeah.

When I think about Dee,

I feel like I've taught her everything

she needs to know to make a good decision.

So did Taylor's mom.

Maybe it turns out she was out here

doing this all behind her mother's back.

Well, Dee has a good head on her shoulders.

You don't need to worry about her.

I got something.

In the background there.

Taylor and Sienna.

Is that our guy?

Run it through the DMV database...

Got him.

Danilo Jimenez.

I'll reach out to Dante,

see if he can confirm with Sienna

that this is the guy who gave them the drugs.

And while you do that,

I'm gonna pay this Danilo a visit.

You call this in?

No.

But once I heard the sirens,

I figured I'd better get on out of there.

So you think this Danilo is your guy?

At first.

He only had a small amount of drugs on him.

Looks like personal use.

Probably to share with cute girls at the club.

Man, we used to just buy them a drink.

Yeah, and they didn't die from it.

Looks like candy.

No wonder they're so enticing to kids.

You reach out to Sienna about Danilo's identity?

Her family isn't answering their phones.

If we want answers from her,

we're gonna need to pay them a visit.

Well, this guy was beaten and shot.

Somebody wanted him to suffer.

Drug deal gone wrong?

Maybe.

I found Danilo's phone on a table.

How'd you unlock it?

Used his thumb.

No obvious texts about scoring drugs,

but he did get one yesterday from someone named Blake.

"Keep your mouth shut. Or else."

Sounds like a threat.

Could be his dealer.

Maybe he was worried

Danilo was gonna talk to the cops

and didn't want to go down for Taylor's death.

Well, let's find him and find out.

Looks like you didn't get out

of that apartment fast enough.

A BOLO was just put out

for a woman matching your description

as a person of interest in Danilo's murder.

Someone must've seen me go into that apartment.

You need to lie low until we catch the real killer.

Yeah, I'll try to fly under the radar.

But I need to keep working this.

You get Jimenez?

No, someone killed him before I got here.

Look, I'm here with Dante.

I need you to run a number for me.

212-555 0198.

Well, the bad news is it's a burner.

Good news is,

they weren't smart enough to turn off their GPS.

Great. Send us the location.

Blake.

- Who's asking? - NYPD.

What do you want?

You texted a man named Danilo Jimenez yesterday.

So?

So, he was beaten

and shot to death this morning.

Would you know anything about that?

Danilo's dead?

We have reason to believe he gave ecstasy pills

laced with fentanyl to a girl in this club a few days ago,

and it killed her.

That had nothing to do with me.

I swear. I'm just the bouncer.

Then why'd you send him a threatening text?

Danilo used to slip me some cash

to sneak underage girls in the club.

Like Taylor Schwartz, the girl who died?

I didn't want Danilo telling the police that I let her in.

I need this job.

I take care of my mom, she got dementia.

It's why I hustle here and there, for extra paper.

Okay, so if you didn't give him the drugs,

where'd they come from?

I don't know.

I mean, he said he bought them online.

Where'd the handoff take place? Inside the club?

If it did, I didn't see it.

I'm posted at this door all night.

Y'all can check.

Selling drugs through social media

is a huge problem.

It's almost impossible to track the dealers.

Just when you shut one down,

another one pops up under a different name.

Yeah, so many kids on there. It just makes them easy prey.

My oldest one's on those sites all the time.

I try to tell him about the dangers,

but I don't know if he hears me.

Delilah, either.

I swear, sometimes I wish I could just

take her somewhere in a tower and lock her away.

- Take her phone away. - Exactly.

We got to find these pills and get them off the street

before anyone else dies.

Department finally got ahold of Taylor's friend, Sienna.

I'll see if she remembers anything else.

Maybe she saw someone give Danilo drugs at the club that night.

And I'll have Harry check the phone log and emails.

There has to be some record of the buy.

All right, so Danilo Jimenez

corresponded with his drug dealer

mostly through social media.

It's a good way to do these sorts of transactions.

You know, you don't have to give out any personal information,

and, you know, it feels relatively anonymous.

But there's always a trail.

Yeah, digital breadcrumbs.

Exactly. So, I analyzed how much time

Danilo spent on each app.

And it looks like his go-to was, uh, SnapBlink.

That's probably where he bought the drugs.

It's all written in emoji, it looks like some kind of code.

Yeah, it's easy to deny culpability, you know,

if you don't actually say the word "drugs."

Look at all these DMs.

If these are drug transactions,

it looks like he was buying from multiple dealers.

How will we know where he got the tainted pills?

All we got to do is figure out which one of these emojis means ecstasy.

Okay.

Well, don't look at me. I don't speak emoji.

- Well, can't you look it up? - I mean, that's the thing.

They're constantly changing.

It's another way the dealers cover their tracks.

There's got to be some way to figure this out.

It's like we've reverted back to some ancient form of hieroglyphics.

So, everyday kids can outwit

the CIA's most-wanted hacker?

Sad, but true.

Harry, send me a copy of those DMs.

I think I know someone who can help.

May I come in?

Uh, yeah.

You on the phone?

I thought I heard voices.

Oh, uh, no. It was just, you know, funny YouTube videos.

But, uh, what's up?

I need your help on something.

Can you tell me what these emojis mean?

Why are you asking?

It's for a case.

Some guy used them to buy drugs online.

I need to know which one means ecstasy.

That one.

- You sure? - Yeah, E is a party drug.

So, the star and the lightning bolt

shows a quick way to blast off.

Should I be worried that you know this?

Mom...

I'm not doing drugs, okay?

Trust me, most kids at school know what those emojis mean.

Because they're using?

No, not all of them.

Okay, I have like two friends

who bought Adderall to help them study.

I'm not giving you names, so don't ask.

Okay. Fine.

Dee...

Some of these... street drugs

are laced with fentanyl.

Now, you can't look at a pill and tell if it's in there.

But if there's a tiny amount,

I'm talking about two grains of sand,

it can be fatal.

I get it, Mom.

I'm not doing drugs.

Okay? I swear. It's not my thing.

Good.

I hope so.

Hey.

Aunt Vi is cooking her special bolognese for dinner,

and we got into a debate.

Now, which is more important?

The pasta or the sauce?

Both.

I mean, you can't have one without the other.

Diplomat.

Dinner will be ready soon.

Um, actually, Mom, I was wondering if...

I could go out to eat?

With who?

Just friends.

Okay.

Don't be home too late.

I won't. I promise.

According to McCall,

this is the thread that Danilo used to buy the drugs.

Can you ID the dealer?

No.

It's untraceable.

There is one way to draw him out.

Set up a buy.

- Use the app to order some drugs. - Yeah.

When the dealer comes to deliver them, we grab him.

Look at me, scoring some E.

How's it feel to be married to a bad boy?

I like you better as a nerd.

Well, it looks like we've got some company.

Aren't drug dealers supposed to look, like, all dangerous?

The guy's, like, head to toe in spandex.

Uh, Studmaster528?

Studmaster528? Really?

Yeah, that's me.

Hey, uh, listen.

Uh, we were thinking about having

a little, uh, party later on.

And I wanted to, uh,

see if I could score a little extra for my homies.

Sorry, I can't help you with that.

I'm just a messenger.

I like that. I like what you did, that little play on words.

You a writer in your spare time?

No. I'm a bike messenger.

Oh, right, right, yeah.

Well, speaking of which,

that is a dope bike.

What is that thing? That looks like...

- What is that, like a 20-speed? - Ten.

Ten? Really? That? Looks powerful.

Wh-What's the top speed you get on that bad boy?

Dude, I got to go.

Oh.

I was wondering what you were doing.

You cloned his phone, didn't you?

Oh, hells yeah.

Now we can follow him wherever he goes,

including back to the dealer.

I love it when you talk nerdy.

Sugar?

I'll give you some sugar.

Mm-hmm.

Studmaster.

Am I in trouble?

No, no.

I just have a few questions for you

about the night Taylor died.

Here, have a seat.

I've already talked to the police twice.

I've told them everything I know.

Twice?

At the club, and then at my house.

There's no record of a detective coming to your house.

- Who was that guy? - Let's figure that out.

What did he ask you?

He had a lot of questions

about the guy who sold us the pills at the club.

His name,

if we knew who he was...

What did you tell him?

I said that we met him.

And then...

Then he showed me a bunch of pictures on his phone

and asked if I saw the same guy in any of them.

Did you?

Yeah.

What else did he ask you?

That was kind of it.

Once I pointed the guy out, he left.

Can you tell me what he looked like?

He stopped again. That's the same place as before.

That's the fifth time today.

That must be where the dealer lives.

Yeah.

It's an apartment in Hell's Kitchen.

According to public records, it's owned by...

Kyle Howard.

Now he looks dangerous.

I'll tell Rob we think we found him.

Police! Don't move!

Hands where I can see them!

You're making a mistake.

Put the gun down!

Put the gun down!

- Now! - Okay!

The gun is down.

- But the real killer is getting away. - Yeah, right.

Turn around and put your hands behind your head.

I got eyes on our female vigilante suspect.

Send back up to my location now.

This is not what it looks like.

I had nothing to do with this man's death.

You had nothing to do with the guy

this morning, either.

Ahh!

Sorry about this.

Get in.

This is what you call flying under the radar?

I had a chance to catch the guy.

I had him dead to rights until that cop showed up.

How did he get there so fast anyway?

Someone saw an intruder entering the apartment through a window.

He was there to investigate

when he heard gunshots and saw you, standing over a dead body.

NYPD thinks you took out Danilo and the dealer.

Well, they're wrong about me,

right about the killer.

Same MO as Danilo.

Beaten and shot.

But I think he's escalating.

Blue-eyed white male, six four, muscular build?

How'd you know?

Taylor's friend Sienna

told me that a man posing as a detective

tried to get her to identify the man who gave them the drugs.

What is this?

Some kind of vigilante waging their own war on drugs?

Sure as hell sounds like it.

But all the NYPD

is going to think is that you're the vigilante.

Especially after what went down at the dealer's.

Well, can the D.A. do me a solid?

Give you a pass on a double homicide in an election year?

Hell no.

Well, I can't just walk away.

He needs to be stopped.

Can't have someone out there

taking the law into their own hands.

New York isn't big enough, for two Equalizers?

He is nothing like me.

He's murdering people in cold blood.

And the best way to show the NYPD that I'm not the vigilante

is by catching the real one.

Well, it looks like you and this guy are on the same path.

Well, if I can stop him, and get these drugs off the street,

it's a win-win.

The mask is a nice touch.

Maybe I should make some changes.

Do like a chambray cape, perhaps.

You're joking, but this guy's no superhero.

Getting rid of drug dealers is kind of like a public service.

Today he's taking out drug dealers.

Tomorrow, what? If somebody cuts him off in traffic,

he kills them, too? The guy is unhinged.

No, I know. You're right.

I mean, he's obviously super dangerous.

So, how do we stop him?

We stop him by finding who he's targeting next.

Right. So...

Kyle Howard was arrested for possession, and for dealing, right?

And he was bailed out by Josef Sidorov, right?

Who's a member of the Denisova cartel.

Cartels operate like pyramids.

So, at the bottom level you have dealers

like Kyle Howard.

And then you work your way towards the top and you have

distributors and suppliers,

until you get to the tippy-top,

and you have the big boss,

Alexi Petrov.

He looks like a Bond villain.

Yeah, well, he's ex-KGB.

Dante says he's been selling stolen Russian goods on the black market.

Well, there's still a lot of holes. We can't tell for sure

who the vigilante is going after next.

No, I know. Dante's still waiting for more intel

from Narco to help fill the holes.

Okay, so, besides being a tall,

blue-eyed white male who's obviously a ruthless killer,

what else do we know about this guy?

All right, well, we know he paid a visit to

Sienna Melvin, right? So, maybe there were cameras

in the area that caught a glimpse of him.

Can you pull up Danilo's autopsy report?

Yeah, what are you looking for?

Wounds.

You can tell a lot about someone by how they kill.

Okay.

Wow.

Beaten, stabbed.

Shot. That's a lot of rage.

Seems personal.

He was stabbed in the back through a lung.

That's a Special Forces move.

Danilo wouldn't have been able to scream.

This was an interrogation.

Yeah.

That explains the overkill.

The vigilante wanted to get information

out of him before killing him.

We know he's on the trail of the drugs that killed Taylor.

Is it possible that someone in her family

is exacting their own form of justice?

Well, reach out to Taylor's mom.

Find out if anybody in the family

had a military background.

Hold on a sec.

Hi, Aunt Vi.

I'm out of fresh cream. Can you bring some home?

Sure. Only if you can agree that the sauce comes first.

Forget it. I'll call Dee.

Okay, yeah, all right,

I'm just kidding.

Hey, Aunt Vi.

Dee mention anything to you about being mad at me?

No. What makes you think that?

I don't know. Something in my gut tells me she's hiding something.

She's a teenager. Of course she's not gonna tell you

everything that's going on with her.

She's just trying to become more independent.

And I'm trying to respect that.

Are you really?

Well, what do you want me to do? Just leave her alone?

Mm-hmm.

One hundred percent.

Honey, she's not the kind of kid

who's gonna go sneaking around.

Thanks, Auntie.

I'll call you back.

And tell Dee to get the cream.

Hey, Harry.

The bouncer at the club said Danilo snuck girls in the all the time.

I bet you that Sienna and Taylor

weren't the only girls he gave drugs to.

Harry, run a list

of all the fentanyl-related deaths in the city

over the past six months.

Oh, my God.

Unbelievable.

Wow.

Danilo worked at Club 25 Hours.

Focus on that area.

That dot, near the club. Who's that?

Hold on.

Jessica Reid.

Age 20. She died two months ago.

Her body was found a block away from the club.

Was she at the club the night she died?

Let me check her social media.

Hold on.

Yeah, she was at Club 25 Hours that night.

And there's Danilo.

Any military in Jessica's family?

Her dad. Earl Reid. Army Intelligence.

Well, that explains how he's been ahead of us the whole time.

White, six four, blue eyes. Could be our guy.

Get this photo to Dante.

See if Sienna Melvin can identify him

as the man who came to see her.

Did Sienna make a positive ID?

Yes. Earl Reid is definitely our vigilante.

Great. I'm on my way to Reid's house now.

Don't bother.

I already went.

Reid's not there, but I got his accomplice in the box.

Accomplice?

Frank Metcalf. Ex-Army buddy. They were a team.

Sniper/spotter. We found weapons and a breach plan in his car.

Yeah, military bonds run deep.

I think Frank's got some skin in the game, too.

He was married to Earl Reid's ex-wife.

So he's Jessica's stepfather?

Damn it. Police checkpoint.

Probably looking for you.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm turning around.

Let me know what you find out.

I'm sorry about what happened to Jessica.

I loved her like she was my own.

But Earl? He took it especially hard.

He and Jessica were close?

After him and Debra got divorced,

he had custody every weekend.

Every Sunday was like Daddy/Daughter Day.

They'd do something special, just the two of them.

When Jessica died, well, he fell apart.

He lost his job, he lost his apartment.

All he could think about was finding the people responsible

and making them pay.

I understand he's in pain, but Earl is killing people

- in cold blood. - They're not people.

They're scum.

We found these in your trunk.

You're clearly working with him.

I was going to be his eyes and ears on this mission.

But now he's out there flying blind.

You can help him by telling me where he's going.

It'll all be over soon enough.

You learn anything from the breach plan Dante sent over?

Kind of a crude drawing,

but, uh, basically it looks like a-a large building,

uh, single story, multiple points of entry.

I mean, that's about as much as I can tell.

It could be an industrial space, like a warehouse.

Yeah, there's plenty of those in the tri-state area.

We're gonna have to narrow it down.

Well, Dante's contact in Narcotics said

the leader of the cartel, Alexi Petrov,

came into the States 48 hours ago.

Flew into some private airport near Hoboken.

Well, that's who Earl's going after.

Yeah, cutting off the head of the snake.

His buddy Frank did say it would all be over soon.

Does Petrov own any property in New Jersey?

Um...

There's nothing registered under his name,

but, you know, those oligarchs like to fly under the radar.

Okay, this is where he flew into.

Lots of warehouses near there in Jersey City.

Frank said he was going to be a spotter for Earl.

That means he would need higher ground.

Can you isolate the ones

that are close to multi-story buildings?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Okay, uh, that leaves us with these two.

- Who owns them? - One is, uh, owned by a trust.

It's called "White, Red and Blue."

- Colors of America and Russia. - Yeah.

Ironic, right?

Uh, and the other one is owned by a shell corporation.

It's called Nasiliye Corp.

Nasiliye is Russian for "violence."

Okay, so both could be tied to Russia.

Question is, which one is Petrov's?

Well, I'll take one.

Mel, you take the other.

Harry, you'll have to be our eyes and ears.

And whichever one it is, it's gonna be heavily guarded.

We'll be careful.

Earl Reid is a dad who lost a daughter.

It's grief that's driving this rampage.

Let's find him before any more lives are lost.

Including his.

Yeah.

Okay.

I got nothing. You?

A lot of activity outside. This is definitely the place.

But Earl is already here.

Back door was jimmied open.

I'm gonna see if I can stop him before he gets hisself killed.

All right, don't get yourself killed.

Copy that.

Not planning to.

Stop right there. Who are you?

Drop your weapon.

Rob?

Rob.

Rob. What's going on?

Who are you?

What do you want?

Well, I heard you guys had a Russian Costco

going on over here.

So, where's the vodka? Where's the caviar?

You have a death wish?

It's not my life I would be worried about.

It's yours.

There's a man in this building right now

who's here to kill you.

A man whose daughter died

because of tainted drugs you put on the streets.

Ah.

You came to save me?

I don't give a damn about you.

I'm just here to stop a mistake from happening.

Thank you for your concern.

Shoot her.

But do it outside.

I don't want to get blood on my Persian rug.

_

Copy that.

All clear so far.

Please.

Do you think your pain matters to me?

You're gonna pay for all the pain and suffering

you've caused.

Please, tell me what you want.

I want you to suffer like my daughter did.

Earl, stop!

Who are you? A cop?

I'm someone you call when you need justice.

I'm getting my own justice.

This is not the way.

Red light!

Bad sitrep.

You're a soldier?

Hoorah.

This piece of trash killed my daughter.

He put those drugs on the street and he needs to die.

I know you're hurting, Earl.

You're living every parent's worst nightmare.

Then you know he deserves no mercy.

Enough bloodshed!

Killing Danilo Jimenez and Kyle Howard

didn't bring your daughter back.

Neither will this.

I have to finish what I started.

You know what he stole from me?

She was gonna go to law school.

Now I'll never get to see her graduate.

I'll never get to walk her down the aisle.

See her become a parent herself.

He stole all that from me. From her!

Earl. Earl, I hear you.

But this is not how you get justice

for your daughter Jessica.

You kill him

and another snake will replace him tomorrow.

Send him to prison. We make an example out of him.

Come on.

You made your point.

Now put the gun down.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

No!

You don't get to die today!

Hold on, Earl. Hang on. Hang on, brother.

Hang on. Hold on, okay?

Promise me he'll pay.

No other kids will die because of him.

Hey. Hang on, Earl.

It's okay.

I want this.

There's no life without my little girl.

Earl?

You all right?

Yeah.

We found a mountain of evidence in Petrov's office here.

We'll be able to shut down his organization for good.

He'll be in prison till the day he dies.

Good.

That man destroyed a lot of lives.

At least now that Earl Reid's

been identified as the vigilante,

you're back to flying below NYPD's radar.

Exactly where I want to be.

You still knocked out a cop, though.

Cost me an expensive bottle of Scotch to smooth that over.

- I owe you one. - I'm keeping a tally.

Oh, yeah? What's the score?

I'd say letting me take you to dinner might make us even.

You a pasta or a sauce guy?

That depends.

I like pasta.

But it's all about the sauce.

Good to know.

That a yes?

Thank you... for everything.

I know it doesn't take the pain away,

but at least the streets are a little safer.

For now.

It's only a matter of time

before someone else picks up where they left off.

Then we keep fighting.

Make it harder for these dealers to get to our kids.

Absolutely.

I heard about Earl Reid

and what happened to his daughter.

I thought maybe we could light a candle

to honor their memory as well.

That's a great idea.

Move a little.

Okay, right.

Good jab.

Jab, jab.

Nice. It's jab, jab.

Jab, jab.

Uppercut, uppercut.

Uppercut, uppercut.

- Right. Elbow. - Elbow.

Right. Aim this up.

Elbow.

- Elbow. - Nice.

Knee.

Right. Higher.

Harder.

Nice.

Uppercut, uppercut.

- Uppercut, uppercut. - Right.

Grab my wrist.

Okay. If somebody grabs you,

don't think, just act.

And then you pull.

- Ow. - Right, sorry.

- You got that, though? - Yeah.