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Previously on The Equalizer...
Hey, Mom,

is everything okay?
I just got served.

Your father wants sole
custody of you.

Please don't do this.

I will not stand by and watch
you become collateral damage

of your mother's
secret life.

ROBYN:
I'm telling myself
that I'm setting

injustice right, but what
does any of that matter

if doing all of that
makes me lose Dee?

Just won't be
equalizing anymore.

I'm officially retired.

Robyn is out there saving lives.

She's gonna
give all of that up

because you are accusing her
of being a bad mother.

The world
cannot afford

to lose Robyn,
and neither can Dee.

Miles is dropping
his petition for custody.

What does this mean for you now?

Well, it means I get to continue
helping people.

Just need to find
a better balance

between work and family.

(punches landing)
(grunting)

(heavy breathing)

Where are they?

Leave them alone.

My family has nothing
to do... (grunts)

(coughs)

Tell me
where they are.

(groans)
(muffled voices approaching)

(muffled screaming)

(laughs)

(gunshot)
(gasping)

* *

(Delilah sighs)

Morning, all.

You're up early.
Ugh, I am loving

the highlights in those braids.

Thank you. I'm just fired up
for my training session

with Mel.
We're gonna work on

submission holds. (grunting)

Uh, change of plans.
(chuckles)

Mel's doing
a great job with you,

but if I'm gonna
train you, too,

you're gonna have to shore up
your fundamentals.

Okay.

Stamina, patience, technique.

All necessary to build
a firm foundation.

The best discipline
for that

is boxing, so I had Dante

pull a favor
and hook you up with someone.

Boxing coach?
The best in the city.

Trust me,

when he's done with you,
your form will be pristine.

I don't know, "fundamentals"
sounds a lot like starting over.

Is that really necessary?

VI: You know what
my father said,

"If you take shortcuts,
eventually,

you gonna
get cut short."

You hear that?

That's the sound of knowledge
being dropped.

(phone chimes)

I got to go to work.

Knock 'em dead.

Protect yourself at all times.
(chuckling)

You be safe.

He lost his memory?
So he claims.

No I.D.,
no recollection of anything.

So, why's he here
instead of a hospital?

Better to let him explain.

Start at the beginning.

Uh... (sniffs)
Uh, well, that won't take long,

seeing as I woke up
in a dumpster this morning

with, uh, with this grapefruit
on my head

and-and no recollection of how
I got it or anything else.

Uh, I wandered
into a pool hall

to keep warm, and
the bartender heard my story,

told me about your message
board, and, uh, here I am.

So, what can you remember?
I mean,

I can remember basic stuff
like-like how to use a fork,

Nazis are bad, always hold
the door open for a woman.

Did-did I get that wrong?
I got that wrong?

Ugh, maybe I'm worse off
than I thought.

What about the personal stuff?

That's the problem.

I... I don't know
who I am

or where I'm from.

Nothing before
this morning.

So, why not go to the police?

I thought about that,
but when I realized I had

this in my pocket, I...

Are you crazy?
I'm sorry.

I just wanted to show you.

I-I don't think
it's loaded.

Well, it is.

(sniffs) And it's been
fired recently.

Serial number's been filed down.

You care to explain that?
I wish I could, but I...

But you can't remember.

Why-why would I have something
like that on me?

In my experience,
people who have a gun on them

are either in trouble,

or they're looking
to start some.

Any chance there's
a third scenario?

'Cause neither of those
sound great.

Listen,

I know you're in
a difficult position,

but this kind of thing
is not what I do.

On your website, it says,
"You got a problem?

Odds against you?
I can help you."

If that doesn't apply to me,
then I don't know what does.

I have nowhere else
to turn.

Well...

if you're a good guy,
and you're in trouble,

I can't exactly turn you away.

And if you're
a bad guy,

then I definitely can't
turn you loose on the city.

Okay, so you'll help?
I'll do what I can.

We'll start
by running prints.

Maybe that'll
give us the who.

Okay, great, great. Thank you.
Don't thank me yet.

I'm gonna have a friend
run tests on this gun.

But if I don't like
what I find out...

It's okay, it's okay.

I just want to know
because...

the not knowing...

is unbearable.

Come on.

Where are we going?
To that dumpster
you crawled out of.

Maybe you dropped something
that'll help.

At minimum,
maybe it'll jar your memory.

* Yeah, we the best *

* All I do is win, win, win,
no matter what *

Keep those hands up.
* Got money on my mind... *

Yup, the
one-one-two combo.

Keep moving! Keep moving!
* Whenever me and Khaled
do the remix *

Good job! Throw one.
* Everybody hands go up *

* And they stay there... *
Stick and move!

Use your jab.

Don't drop your hands.
Stop headhunting.

Detective Dante?
Hey. I'm here.
Off the ropes!

Morning, Delilah.
Morning.

Hands up.

The one-one-two.
This place is intense.

It is. Spent a lot
of time here myself.

Put that weight on him.
Put the weight on him

I got someone special
I want to introduce you to.

That's Manny. Local legend.
Golden Gloves champ.

Went on to have
a pretty good pro career.

Even got a shot
at the title once.

Come on.

* Up, down *

* 'Cause all I do
is win, win... *

That's it, that's it.
Keep the left hand up.

(grunts)
(bell rings)

All right.

Good work, Jackson.

Hey.

Morning, young lady.
So, is this my, uh,

my new student?

I am.

Manny, meet Delilah.

Daughter
of a good friend of mine.

Well, then I have to give you
the special workout.

You're gonna start her
with that?

You know the drill.

They all go through that.

What's that?

You're about to find out.

All right,
I'll let y'all get to it.

MANNY:
Put your stuff over here.

Okay.

So, the most

important thing in any
discipline of fighting

is the footwork,
okay? So...

You're never gonna be
as strong or as fast

as you want to be
unless you have a

stable foundation.

Now, remember, you got to
keep your feet

shoulder width apart.

Left foot forward,
you're gonna sit down

and move the foot first.
Yeah, just like that.

Left foot first. But don't
drag it. Yeah. Don't drag it.

Lift it. Try again.

There you go.
One big circle.

Keep going. Again and again
and again.
Okay.

How long do I have to
keep doing this?

500 times.

Seriously?
Yeah.

Keep going.
Don't stop

until I tell you.

Now that's it.
Keep going.

Okay.

Don't stop.

ROBYN:
Anything familiar?

It's that one.

Okay, the tiniest thing
can trigger recall.

Sights, sounds,
smells.

You never know.
(phone ringing)

Okay, just keep

looking around.
Maybe you'll find a wallet,

I.D., anything.
(phone beeps)

Hey. How'd it go?

Uh, she's excited
to try something new.

Manny'll take good care of her.

Thank you for setting that up.
DANTE: No problem.

Regarding your mystery man...

ballistics on the gun
are gonna take a minute,

but I did get a hit
on the prints.

His name
is Roy Hayes.

Okay, so his prints were in
the system. Why? Do you know?

Wasn't for a crime, but

prints get logged
for all sorts of reasons.

Company background checks,
teaching jobs, um,

military applications.
Oh, one more thing.

His address is in
a small town in Michigan.

So, what's he
doing here?

Good question.

Okay, do me a favor,

send his name
and address to Harry.

Maybe he can find out
more about our Roy Hayes

by poking around his hometown.

Will do. I'll let you know
as soon as those ballistics

come in.

(grunts)

Well, turns out your name
is Roy Hayes

from Michigan.

Roy.

Roy.

My name is Roy.

(laughs) Roy. Huh.

Huh, that's funny.

I-I-I don't feel
like a Roy.

Any memories
coming back?

Um... Roy. Nothing.

I mean, I'm-I'm glad
I have a name.

(laughs) Oh, I was afraid
I was gonna be

"Hey, you"
for the rest of my life.

And Michigan?
Does that mean anything to you?

No. Nothing.

What about the dumpster? What
do you feel when you look at it?

Scared.

That's good.
Instinct can be a form

of memory recall.

Okay, why would I be scared
of a dumpster?

I mean, if I had to guess,
I'd say you were

running from someone, you

tried to hide in here

and banged your head.

ROY:
Running from who?

(gunshots)
Get down!

Look out!

(tires screeching)

Thank God you're okay.
Who...

ROBYN:
There were two of them.

They must've been circling
the block looking for him.

You were right. Roy jumped
into that dumpster to hide

from those guys.

Harry find out anything else
about Roy Hayes

from Michigan?
Yeah, that he was the solo name
on his lease,

and he works at Home Depot.
Harry left a message

for his manager
to call him back.

Meanwhile,
he's gonna keep digging.

Hey, I, um,

don't mean to be
ungrateful, but, um,

these clothes are...

weird.
Yeah, they belong
to my husband.

Listen, I'm gonna
need you to be careful

with that sweater.
I know it may look like...

...a child knit it,

but it's actually
by a very famous

Japanese designer
who no one is sure

really exists.

Hmm?

It's very expensive,
is what all that means.

Oh, okay.
Is what I'm trying to say.

I'll keep that in mind.
Great.

All right, um, by
the way, I, uh...
MEL: Yeah?

Don't stretch it. Oh, Roy...

Check this out. I have a tattoo.

Think it means something?

That you have a thing for lions?

(phone camera clicks)

We should send it to Harry.
MEL: Mm-hmm.

Maybe if he posts it to one
of his tattoo subreddits,

someone will
recognize the artist.

(laughs) You guys
are really good at this.

Oh, also...

Don't stretch the...

I found this
when I was changing.

That is some confusing
manscaping.

MEL:
Yeah, it is.

Hey. I know this stamp.

It's from Sanctuary 57.

Sanctuary? Like a church?

(chuckles)
More like the opposite.

It's a lounge
on the Lower East Side.

Let's just say their clientele
isn't exactly law-abiding.

Maybe I went there for the
"two for one" drink special?

The point is, you were there.

That means,
if anyone saw you,

they might know
what you were up to last night.

MEL:
Yeah.

Listen, I'm gonna take him
down to the club,

we'll check it out. Okay?

Okay, I'll touch bases
with Harry,

see if he dug up
anything else

about Roy's life
back in Michigan.
MEL: Okay.

Roy, we're going downtown.

* Uh! *

* Yeah! *

* What you heard... *

MANNY:
Keep those hands up.

Keep moving.

* On your own,
X gon' deliver to ya... *

MANNY:
Lean back. One-one-two.

One-one-two.
There you go.

Bring that left hand back.
Guard your face.

All right, all right, all right,
take a break,

take a break,
take a break.

Get a little jump rope in.
All right, champ?

* I'll do it again 'cause
I am right, so I gots to win *

* Break bread with the enemy *

* But no matter how many cats
I break bread with... *

You know your stance
is too wide.

An hour and a half later,
and I still can't get it right.

Who knew something
could be so hard

and so boring at the same time?

Look, I know it's frustrating,
but if you want to get better,

listen to Manny. He's the truth.

Haven't seen you
here before.

My first time.

All right.
You come here a lot?

Yeah, every day,
twice a day.

That's pretty hardcore.

I'm training
for the Junior Olympics.

What?

Wow, no way.

That's so cool.
Yeah, it'd be a whole lot cooler
if I make it.

When you make it. I'm Delilah.

Jackson.

Delilah's a pretty name.

Suits you.

So, you training
for something

or just looking
for some self-defense?

It's a little bit of both.

Well, keep at it.
You got potential.

* First we gonna rock *

* Then we gonna roll,
then we let it pop *

* Go, let it go. *

"Two for one" drinks.

Uh, don't you think
it's-it's a little early?

Roy, before,
you were wondering

if you'd come here for
the half-priced drinks.

You must have
remembered that sign.

That's good.
Look around.

See if there's anything
else you recognize.

I... You could have brought me
to an actual sanctuary,

and this would
all look the same.

Okay? I'm-I'm never

gonna get my mind back, am I?

Hey, hey, hey, Roy.

(sighs)
Chill, Roy. Listen.

I saw a lot of head injuries
when I was in the military.

The most
important thing

is to not get
discouraged.

You never know when
a spark's gonna hit.

WOMAN:
Oh, there she is.

Hey, what's up?

Good.

Like that. Come on.

Please stop. That
looks like that hurts.

I just want to talk.
All out of talk, honey.
Now step off.

Easy, girl,
this is designer.

Is it?
Okay... W...

It's a-it's a
damn good knockoff.

I don't want
any trouble.

All right?

What's your name?

Nina.

Okay, Nina,

you saw this guy, and you ran.

Why?

You can tell me or

I can call my friends
at the NYPD

and they can make this block
their new hangout.

I may or may not

have taken his money clip
last night.

That's why you're here, right?

Uh... y-yeah, yes.

Abs... Totally.
Just tell me everything

you know about last night.

How did you meet him?

I was at the club,
I was doing my thing,

and he-he waved me over.
Said he wanted some company,

but... barely
paid attention to me.

I had to do all of the talking,
which, normally, I don't mind.

But, suddenly,
he gets up and tries to leave

before we could
conduct business.

Wait a second,
wait a second. Okay.

You told me
you were in love with me

and you wanted to get married.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

(laughs)
I remember something.

Do you remember
anything else?

No.
MEL: Okay.

Keep trying. You, money clip.
Hey, hand it over.

Come on.
I don't have it anymore.

You know what
a cavity search is, right?

Okay, fine.

I may have spent
some of the money already.

Valor Motel.

You're visiting
from out of town.

This might be where
you're staying.

Thank you.

Come on.

(dishes clattering)
Damn.

You good?
You seem a little off.

I just keep having
these crazy nightmares.

Oh, yeah. I get those.

I get this one recurring one
where I'm on a cooking show,

and I'm right
in the middle

of making a perfect beef
tenderloin wrapped in bacon.

Speaking of tenderloin,
I look down, totally nude.

I mean, I'm wearing an apron,
but, you know, it's too short.

You remember that conversation
we had about oversharing?

I do. I'm sorry.

T.M.I.
Got it.

I think I'm just
stressed out.

Well, don't discount
your dreams, you know?

They say it's your subconscious
trying to tell you something.

Maybe.

I just came to see
if you found out

anything else on Roy.
Yeah, well,

at first, not very much.

Some community
college credits,

rescued a Pekingese,

zero social media presence.
So, I decided

to dig a little deeper,
and the deeper I went,

the more I became
convinced that his

electronic footprint is fake.

What?

Yeah. Something
about the specificity

and the pattern
of the spending.

Normal spending
is more random.

It's, like, too perfect.

You know,
like it's been manufactured.

Based on that
and some other matrixes,

I'm 99% sure that his footprint,

his identity,
was totally invented.

He's not really Roy Hayes.
(phone rings)

Dante, what do you have for me?

This is it.

Number 24.

All right, something in here has

got to tell us more

about me, right?
Why I came to New York.

That's right.

Stay positive.
(phone rings)

Hey, Rob, we just got
to the motel. What's up?

Nothing good.

Ballistics just
came back on Roy's gun.

It was used in a murder
five days ago.

Interesting.
I checked in

with the front manager
on the way in.

Apparently, Roy got here
six days ago.

We going in?

Yeah.

I wouldn't jump to conclusions.

He could have gotten
that gun yesterday.

Having a gun doesn't mean
he's a murderer.

Maybe, but a blood-stained

motel room might.

(exhales) Look at this.

Is Roy Hayes
a killer?

Rob, I hate to say it,

but maybe it's time
we bring him in to Dante.

I'm not so sure.

But what I am
certain of

is your name is not Roy Hayes.

It's an alias
you likely came up with
What?

four years ago
when you turned up in Michigan.

So, okay, so on top
of all this, I'm a fugitive?

This just keeps getting
worse and worse.

Okay, I...
I'm a terrible person.

What other explanation
could there be?

I know all the evidence
is pointing the opposite way,

but my gut is telling me
there's more to this.

Hey, I just got
a hit on Roy's ink.

Uh, there's a guy on a forum
here who says he recognizes

the style and thinks
the artist works in a shop

in Ditmas Park in Brooklyn.

That's less than a mile
from here.

ROBYN: Mel, you take Roy
to the tattoo parlor.

See if anyone can tell you
who Roy was

before he became Roy Hayes.
And Harry and I

will try to get surveillance
footage from the motel.

Maybe it can tell us exactly
what happened in that room.

Keep it nice and loose,
turn the wrist.

Boom, boom, right come through,
turn that hip.

Keep working on that.

You got this.

Hey, young lady,
break is over.

You stop when you're finished,
not when you're tired.

* When this all came along
I starting keeping my eye *

* On the prize money hunt,
I know it's played *

* Soon I was back at square one,
hear what I'm saying? *

* Now I'm back in the ring ready
to fight and I'm staying... *

You know what
to do, man.

* Back in the ring,
back in the ring... *

You saw that?

Hey, it's none of my business.
Yeah, you're right.

It's none of your business.

Sorry for snooping.

It's not like
it's a full-time hustle,

all right?
Every now and again I get paid

to deliver these packages.
It's cash.

Fast and easy.

And I get it. I do.

But?

It's just that, I mean...

you seem like a pretty big deal
around here.

Everyone thinks you really
have a chance to make it.

It'd just be a shame
to watch you jeopardize

what looks like
a really bright future.
That's the thing--

it might not be a future.

Without the cash,
I can't get

the right training,
the right gear,

the right diet...
I understand you got to do

what you got to do,
but there is always another way.

It's not that simple.
I know.

But like someone told me
this morning...

...when you take shortcuts,

eventually you get cut short.

Doesn't matter anyway.

They won't let me stop
if I wanted to.

Look, just, just don't
tell Manny, all right?

I won't.

But maybe you should.

He might be able to help.

HARRY:
Hey.

I got a couple of decent angles

of Roy from
the motel cams.

I found this.

That guy dead or unconscious?

I don't know. His
face is too obscured

so I can't get any facial rec.

Zoom in on that plate.
Yeah.

Okay.

Uh, looks like
the car's registered to

Pedro Martinez.
Wonder if it's

the same guy that just
got tossed in the trunk.

We need to find that car.
It's an older model,

no GPS or roadside assistance.

But let's see
if Pedro left his phone on.

Yep, he did.

Looks like Pedro is stopped
on the side of the road.

Okay, send me that location
and let me know

if that phone moves.
Yep.

Well, I'm... I'm back
to square one. Okay, my name's

not Roy, I'm not from Michigan.

What I do know is that
I'm a murderer.

We don't know that for sure.
What other
explanation is there?

There was a gun.

The blood in
the hotel room?

I did something bad to someone.

Look, if it makes
you feel better,

not everyone thinks
you're capable of murder.

My friend wouldn't
be helping you if she did.

Oh, good, we're here.

And it's closed.

Great. Uh, well,

that was a bust.
Uh, where you going?

The car's this way.
I'm-I'm not...
I'm not sure.

It... Something's familiar

about this neighborhood.
It's like, okay, it's like

my head knows where it's
headed, even if I don't.

Okay, good, uh,
don't think about it.

Just go with it.

Turn left here.

Across?

Think so.

Something about
this neighborhood.

I remember this street.

It feels like I've
been here before.

It's-it's very strong.

I remember it, I re...

Wait!

(kids laughing)

Here.

This is a crime scene.

You know this house?

Yeah.

There's a bedroom in the back.

And-and there's a door
to the kitchen on the side.

I know that, but I...

I have no idea how.

(dialing)

(phone rings)

Hey, Mel.

Something tells me
this isn't a social call.

Unfortunately, no.
I'm at a crime scene.

I just texted you
the address.

Can you tell me
what happened here?

Give me a sec.

Homicide.

Brutal one.
Man was shot.

And the tongue was cut out.

Ten days ago.

Geez.

Could you send me a picture

of the victim's
driver's license

and anything else
you got on him?

This have to do
with your new client?

Maybe. Why?

The number of murders
he's connected to

keeps growing. When am I gonna
get to talk to this guy?

Soon. I promise.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Oh, come on, come on, come on.

(phone chimes)

Roy.

Do you recognize this man?

That's...

that's my father.

Th-that's my father.

If anyone can tell us
who I am, it's him.

Roy, I'm so sorry, I...

your father was killed here

ten days ago.

What?

Wait, wait, my father
was murdered ten days ago?

And four days after,

you came to town and
you bought a street gun.

Do you think...

Yeah.

I think you came
to town for revenge

and, judging by the blood

in that motel room,
I think you got it.

So it turns out our amnesiac--
the artist formerly known as

Roy Hayes--
is actually Eric Davies.

His mom died when he was young.

He grew up with his father,
Arthur Davies.

ROBYN:
I see.

So after Eric's father's killed,

he comes to town
looking for revenge.

Any suspects in the murder?

HARRY:
Yeah, a good one, actually.

Sending you a pic now.

(beep)

Rodolfo Martinez.

That's the shooter who tried
to take us out this morning.

Well, the guy's
a total psychopath.

He's got a history
of violent crimes.

He went upstate three years ago
for murder

after a gunfight
with a rival went awry

and he killed a passerby.
And the witness

was...
Eric Davies.

That explains the fake ID.

He must have been put into
WITSEC after he testified.

Yeah, well, Rodolfo
should still be in prison

but his sentence was vacated

after a tainted
chain of custody evidence.

So Rodolfo gets out,

he murders Eric's father,

and then he cuts his tongue
out to send a message

to Eric about snitching.

Wait.

The guy Eric stuffed
into that car--

what was his last name?

Martinez.
Same as Rodolfo.

Wait, you think Eric got
the revenge that he wanted

by killing Rodolfo's brother?

I just found the car.

I think we're about to find out
whether Roy-slash-Eric

is a nice guy-slash-killer.

(muffled grunting)

Pedro Martinez?
Yes, let me out!

Now!
Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

Get me out of here!
You know, if it was me

tied up in a trunk all night and
someone found me,

I'd try honey, not vinegar.

Do you know who my brother is?
Yeah. Rodolfo.

Now, unless you want
to spend another night

tied up in this trunk,

tell me about Eric Davies.

How'd it go down?

Okay, have it your way.

W-Wait, wait, wait!
Okay, okay, okay.

I was at Sanctuary
57 Club last night.

Soon as I left, Eric
appears out of nowhere,

Shoves a gun in my face.

Makes me drive us
to this crappy motel.

Why'd he kidnap you?

How the hell should I know?

Okay! Okay, okay.

He took me up
to his room,

took my phone, told me
to call my brother.

I tell him go to hell,
I went for the gun.

It goes off and I got
shot in the leg.

Not your lucky day, huh, Pedro?

So the guy actually
bandaged me up.

Then he makes me call Rodolfo,
tells him he just wants to talk.

Meeting place must've been
around here somewhere, 'cause...

Eric parked the car
and never came back.

My brother take care of him?
No.

But not for lack of trying.

Looks like Eric did a pretty
good job with your tourniquet.

I would thank him.

No, no, no, no, wait!
Come on, come on!

Come on! Let me out
of here, come on!

ROBYN:
Well, at least we know

Eric's not a killer.

Why else would he rendezvous

with his father's
murderer?

Wait a minute.

Eric's bizarre chest hair.

He was wearing a wire.

He was trying
to get Rodolfo to confess.

Wow, that's...

the dumbest idea
I've ever heard.

I mean, you got to
hand it to the guy.

He's got nerve.
Yeah.

So they meet, things
go sideways, Eric has to

run for his life,
then he gets concussed

diving into
a metal dumpster to hide.

The guy's lucky to be alive.
Yeah, well, it's

only a matter of time before
Rodolfo catches up with him.

Where is he now?

MEL:
Eric was so emotional.

He wouldn't leave the house.

So I called Dante
to send in a uniformed cop

to let him inside. I figured
it would spark more memories.

* *

(laughs)

(sniffles, cries)

* *

DISPATCHER:
David 83, we have an officer

in need of assistance.
10th and Broadway.

Report immediately.
This is David 83.

On my way.
ETA five minutes.

Hey, Eric, I have
an emergency call.

Sit tight. I'll have a
patrol car swing by ASAP.

ERIC:
Okay.

It's me.
He's in the house, alone.

RODOLFO:
Don't let him leave.

I'm on my way.

Listen, stay out here.

Keep watch.

(soft clattering nearby)

I've been waiting for this
the last three years.

Turn around.

I want to see your face

when I end you.

What...

Let's you and me
hang out for a bit.

Toss that piece.

Now, normally,
this would be

the point where
I say "don't move."

But in your case, I
kind of wish you would.

Eric!

Whoa, whoa, Eric, Eric!
Hold up a second.

He killed my father.

Cut out his tongue.
I know.

And he will pay, but if you
end his life, you end yours.

I don't care anymore.

Eric, I called your job

in Michigan. I-I asked them
to reach out t-to anybody

who might know you.

That date on your arm--

that's your son's birthday.

Eric, this
is your girlfriend, okay?

You two have a child together.

I have a son?

Yeah.

I love you, Daddy.

Please come home.

(both laughing)

(panting)

Come home, baby.

I remember them.

(grunts)

Thanks for moving.

* *

MANNY:
Think about it.

Before you make a move.

(indistinct chatter)

* You're the love of my life *

* I'm-a push you down,
I'm-a push you down... *

I got some trash I need
to throw out, give me a sec.

* I'm gonna make a foe,
I'm gonna make a foe... *

Hey, my man.

So, I've been
around this neighborhood

about 40 years.

Not too many people
around here I don't know.

So, you're new.

And?

I'm gonna explain
something to you.

I suggest you open up your ears.

No business

is conducted near my gym.

Ever.

That right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, you know what I think?

Sounds like an old rule
from an old man.

Yeah, well...

I suggest
you step back 'cause...

you might find out
just how old I am.

(grunting)

You want some more
of the old man combo?

Is that what you want?

This ain't over, old man.
Yeah.

Just remember what I told you.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Now, you did the right thing,
coming to me.

Now, you need to stay
focused on your training.

Got that?

Get back in there.

You got work to do.

I got you.

* *

(coughs)

Looking good. Just remember,
keep your feet shoulder-width

apart and li...
Listen to Manny.

He's the truth.
(chuckles)

(chuckles)
Yeah.

* *

(indistinct radio chatter)

Watch your head.

(sighs)

Thanks for your help.

And calling your officer away

sealed it.

I'm just glad Rodolfo is
going back where he belongs.

Third strike means he's
in for a long stay.

Hey, and thanks for hooking
Dee up with Manny.
Ah,

he's gonna be good for her.

Yeah, I think so, too.

She's an impressive
young lady.

That's because of you.

The job you've
done raising her.

Thanks, Marcus.

WOMAN:
And he's reading
about his daddy.

Tell big man when he wakes up,

I'll see him soon, all right?

WOMAN: Love you.
Bye.

Mr. Eric Davies.

Turns out you're
a pretty good guy after all.

It was, uh,
it was a little dicey there

for a second, wasn't it?

Thank you for everything.

Thank you for believing in me.

So, what now?

I am on the first flight
back to Michigan.

Well,

Mr. Roy Hayes...

has a great life to go back to.

VI:
Absolutely.

"Deciduous,"
that was good.

DELILAH: Deciduous?
That's exactly right.

(indistinct conversation)

(Delilah laughs)

I feel like
I'm getting better at this.

VI:
You're getting amazing, Delilah.

Can't believe
you tried to slip

"yo-dell" by me.
Yo-dell?

What the heck is "yo-dell"?

DELILAH: I almost got you.
Hey.

VI: Hi, honey.
DELILAH: Hey.

Hey, we're starting a new round.
You want to play?

Just opened a bottle of the good
stuff. Come relax, hang with us.

There is literally
nothing I would rather do.

Ooh, yeah.

So, Dee.

How's the new training going
with Manny?

Oh, my God.
It was so repetitive.

It was just...

(laughing)

No, I'm serious.

But... you were right.

I mean, Manny
is the perfect person

to train with.
Yeah?

You know he once fought for
the welterweight championship?

You know I once saved
five Afghanistan villages

from being bombed?

(laughing)

I can't top that.

So tell her
what else happened today.

Oh, um...

I met a boy.

And there it is--
the real reason

you want to go back
to Manny's gym.
No...

Okay, tell me everything.

Let's go.

Okay.
(laughs)

Um, so his name is Jackson.
Mm-hmm.

And he's a boxer.

A good start.
He's tall and smart.

Smart is good.
Smart is good.

Brown eyes.
Mm-hmm.

Brown hair.
He's really sweet.

He better be.

Sweet?
Yeah, he's sweet.

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