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Previously on The Equalizer...

X-O-4, possible hit

on that robbery BOLO. 10-6.

NYPD.

Let me see some ID.

Stop! Hands where I can see them.

Let me see them!

Just my phone. I was trying to record you.

He went from charming Captain Curtis

to just another angry cop on the street.

Cops have to make split-second decisions

in very volatile situations.

It's not easy.

So, where do you two go from here?

- This is cute. - Boy, prom dresses

sure have changed since I was in school.

This looks like lingerie.

Ooh, Mom, what about this one?

See? It's giving.

Oh, yeah, it's giving. For 25-year-old Dee.

High school Dee needs to give a little bit less.

Okay.

Vroom! Vroom!

Vroom!

Hello.

Hi.

That is a really cute shirt.

Thank you.

Dylan. Hey, I told you not to

ring the bell inside.

Is he bothering you?

- I'm so sorry. He... - No.

Not at all. I remember my girl when she was that small.

Such a cute age.

Okay. Oh, sorry...

- Bye. - Bye!

Hey, was I really that much

of a handful, mom?

You don't even know the half.

If you had just a little bit of sugar,

you would be swinging from the light fixtures.

- Literally. - Okay, no. I did not.

No, ask Aunt Vi.

- I had to hide the stepstool. - Dylan.

Excuse me.

- I'll be back. - Okay.

- Dylan? - Do you like?

That looks great

to use as a washcloth?

- I mean... - Dylan.

Okay, come on, stop playing around.

We got to go.

Okay, baby?

Dylan! Where are you?

His bike.

Dylan, where are you?

Dylan?

- Did you see him? - No, I don't see him.

Dylan?

Okay, time to come out. Come on.

- Dylan, where are you? - Dylan?

- Dylan? - Dylan?

- Dylan, are you hiding? - Dylan?

Dylan?

Dylan, where are you?!

Dylan?

Dylan?!

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Morning, Viola.

Come on in.

Uh-oh. Your famous scones.

- May I? - Of course.

Amazing, as usual.

You ever think about

- opening up a bakery? - No.

And I'm sure you did not come here to give me career advice.

I want to clear the air after that ride along.

I really hated the way things ended.

Yeah, me too.

I just...

In fact, I've given a lot of thought

- to what happened. - I'm not surprised.

As someone who's not exposed to that kind of violence every day,

I can imagine it's confusing.

- I'm sorry. Confusing? - Well, yeah.

I mean, I did everything by the book.

What you may have found upsetting was when

he refused to follow my orders. Now, that's

when everything went bad.

You actually mansplaining my own perspective to me?

Please.

The boy was scared.

And I don't blame him one little bit.

He said it himself. Young, Black man...

he's got a target on his back

every single time he walks out of the house, and I just thought

you of all people would understand that.

I do. But

he's not the only one.

My badge puts a target on my back as well.

And I don't mean just for the criminals.

These days, cops are guilty until proven innocent,

whatever the facts.

Now, I'm sorry that our date ended like it did.

But I'll be honest with you, Viola.

If the same situation happened again,

I would do the same thing.

I think maybe meeting like this

was a bad idea.

God...

He was just here.

- How can this be happening? - It's okay.

We're gonna find him. He'll be okay.

- Don't worry. - Okay. Okay.

Are-are... are you a cop?

No, but I'm trained in these situations.

More importantly, I'm a mother.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

- He's here now. - Hello, ma'am.

- I understand there's a situation. - Dyl...

My son, Dylan... he-he's only five.

Um, he was right beside me and then the next minute, he...

Yeah, I...

Okay, when the last time you seen Dylan?

He was just here a minute ago, and he...

- Oh, my God. - Okay. Okay.

There's a good chance Dylan wandered off somewhere.

- Do you have a picture of Dylan? - Yes, yes, of course.

You think he just wandered off?

It's possible.

Kids get distracted pretty quickly.

That's not what you think happened, is it?

Code Adam in sector three. Five-year-old boy

named Dylan, three foot, seven, 40 pounds,

sandy blond hair, brown eyes,

light blue shirt, light blue jacket,

- denim jeans. - Are you the manager?

- Have you found my boy? - We need to lock down this mall.

- And you are? - I'm helping the boy's mother.

Now, please, lock down the building.

We don't just lock down the mall

every time something like this happens.

Kids get lost two or three times a week here,

and they're usually found in minutes.

So what's the protocol?

We sent out alerts to the other guards.

Now we the check bathrooms,

- the indoor playground... - Okay, so,

while you're doing all that,

I need to see the surveillance footage.

You need to let us do our job.

This woman is counting on us to find her son.

- We're on the same team here. - With all due respect, ma'am,

I don't answer to you.

And I don't have time for your ego.

And while we wasting time going back and forth,

if something happens to that child,

do you want that on your conscience?

Come with me.

I'll be back, Dee.

We checked feeds from all the exits.

We see where the boy came in with his mom at 10:39 a.m.

But so far, no one's spotted him leaving.

- What about the bathrooms? - Security is still checking

all the stalls.

These feeds are pretty grainy.

Not the most modern system, but

our security budget hasn't been able

to keep up with the technology.

Keep up... What are you trying to say?

I'm saying that we do the best to cover everything,

but there's not enough cameras.

Some of the employee exits are blind spots, and

some of the cameras may go offline.

Lock down this mall. Now!

Attention, all sectors.

Engage lockdown protocol now!

Now show me the blind spots.

Yes, ma'am.

That was great, wasn't it?

Hot yoga always leaves me feeling invigorated.

Yeah, leaves me feeling hot.

Look, next time, can we swap out hot yoga for hot breakfast?

Do you remember that place with the giant pancakes,

and we swore we'd go back?

- You up for it? - You kidding?

I was up for it three tree poses ago.

Okay. All right.

- Rob, what's up? - Hey.

I just texted you a photo of a boy

who's gone missing at Queens Ridge Mall.

- My God. - Harry, I need you

to hack into the surveillance systems.

How long's he been missing?

Ten minutes.

But I have a bad feeling about this.

Yeah, I hate to say it, but your instincts are usually right.

So what am I looking for... a-a kid getting grabbed?

Yeah. We think it happened in the department store, but

there are a lot of blind spots.

Yeah, cameras might have missed it.

Look for any adult acting suspiciously, there

or anywhere else in the mall.

I'll call you back.

Where does that lead to?

Just a hallway. Wait, now that I think about it, there's

a fire exit back there.

No cameras.

- You check this way. - Okay.

This is his shirt.

They changed his appearance.

There any sign of Dylan?

No. No. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

My baby.

Somebody took my baby!

Okay, okay. Let me just take these for now.

Somebody took my baby.

All right, we're gonna find him.

- I told you. - Oh, my God.

We'll find him. Call the police.

Oh, no.

But if you guys see anything, please just

Yeah, we know. let me know.

- Okay. I'm sorry. - Hey.

Mom, did you find him?

No, not yet.

Okay, I don't get it.

We have searched every corner of this store.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

We think he's no longer on the property.

They're gonna lift the lockdown.

Dee, you should just head home.

What? No.

Why? I want to help.

Baby, you've been great.

But there's nothing more you can do right now.

That's not true. Mom, I can make fliers with Dylan's picture on it.

- Baby... - I-I can get my friends

to post on social media, and I can, too.

All right, I stand corrected.

I'll keep you posted. Do what you can.

'Kay.

Yes, ma'am.

This is all my fault.

I never should have let him out of my sight.

He didn't even want to come to the mall in the first place.

I should have listened.

Francine, don't do that to yourself.

How could I let this happen?

What kind of mother am I?

This could have happened to anyone.

I lost my daughter at the beach.

It was the longest 20 minutes of my life.

But you know what?

We found her.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm just so scared.

I know, but blaming yourself won't help.

The most important thing right now

is getting your boy back.

And that's exactly what we're gonna do.

Okay?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Thanks for coming, Marcus.

I got here as fast as I could. What's the latest?

Well, Harry and Mel are going through surveillance feeds,

trying to find anything that can help us.

Great. Precinct is prepping an Amber Alert.

In the meantime, I'll get them to check the tip line.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hello? Yeah. Listen, I need you to look into a missing kid.

Harry, tell me you got something.

Maybe. We've been scrubbing through the feeds,

and this one guy sticks out.

He was using his phone

to record kids at the indoor playground,

trying to be sly about it.

We even saw Dylan

cross through frame on his tricycle.

When was this?

About an hour before he went missing.

And this guy left the playground 30 minutes

before Dylan disappeared.

- Were you able to track him? - No.

But we've been checking the footage from the past few days

and we saw the same exact guy doing the same exact thing.

Recording kids with his phone.

Yeah. Two times in the last week alone.

He was planning this.

He was waiting for the right moment.

Can you ID him?

We're running him through facial rec right now.

All right, we have to move quickly.

Every second counts at this point.

No, we know. The chances of finding a missing child alive

plummets after just three hours.

It's already been, what, 30 minutes?

You know, when you asked to come over here today,

I was fully prepared

to put this to rest and move on.

And I came here to give you my point of view

based on my experience.

Okay, then you tell me this.

What happened to your motto "Observe, protect, connect"?

It's the goal, Viola.

It's always the goal.

Unfortunately, it's not always possible.

Then how do you make it possible?

How else is anything going

- to change? - I don't know.

But...

I'm open to suggestions.

I don't know either.

All I know is this, Curtis...

that I am tired of it.

I am so tired

of turning on the news and hearing about yet another

unarmed Black man being killed by the police.

You think I'm good with it?

I cannot tell you how many times

I get called an Uncle Tom by my own people.

I got into policing to help my community,

not to hurt it.

And, in the meantime,

when I'm out of uniform,

sometimes I fit the description.

Yes, but the difference is that you can still flash your badge

and that is that.

There is nothing that that young man could have said

or done to make you back off.

Do you have any idea how terrified

and helpless he must have felt?

Believe me,

I hate that part of this job.

But it is the job I signed up for.

And I have to stay alive

in order to do it.

- Dee? - Hey, Auntie.

And hi.

You, uh, you must be Captain Curtis.

I've heard a lot

- of wonderful things about you. - Likewise.

It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady.

Sweetheart, is everything all right?

Why are you back so early?

Little boy went missing at the mall.

Mom thinks it's an abduction.

- Oh, dear God. - I know.

Uh, I'm gonna call the precinct, see if I'm needed.

- Where's your mother? - She stayed

back at the mall to help.

I am literally just here to grab my laptop,

make some fliers, and then I'm headed back.

- Do you need help passing 'em out? - No.

I've already texted all my friends.

They are literally on their way.

Um, I better hurry.

Precinct's fine.

But I'm gonna drive around anyway

because it doesn't feel right

just to stay here and not help.

Do you need another set of eyes?

Couldn't hurt.

Come on.

We can fight later.

Thanks.

Amber Alert's been sent out.

Doing okay?

I'll be a lot better when we find this kid.

It's Harry.

- Hey, you got an ID on our suspect? - Yeah.

His name is Carl Vega.

He lives just two miles away from the mall.

All right, text me a pic and that address.

No, he's not at home. We pinged his phone.

He's hanging out at a park.

That's him.

Stop!

Where's the boy?

Where's Dylan?!

Where is he?!

You got 30 seconds

- to tell us where Dylan is. - You got the wrong guy.

I didn't do anything.

Funny thing, Carl...

innocent people don't usually run.

I ran because I thought you were a cop.

And the cops warned me to stop doing what I do.

Because what you do is depraved

- and disgusting. - What?

You think I'm a pedophile?

Drop the act, Carl. We know you were filming kids at the mall

- and at this playground. - Not kids.

I'm filming the adults in the area.

Anybody acting weird.

I'm gathering evidence,

so if anybody has bad intentions, I can...

expose 'em before they hurt anyone.

So you're a...

pedophile hunter?

I guess

you could call it that.

He might be telling the truth.

These videos are all of adults.

And you're in trouble with the cops. Why?

Last week, I caught this sicko

trying to lure a kid into his van.

I called the cops. But when they didn't show up fast enough,

I tried to stop him myself.

He had a gun. I almost got killed.

Cops tend to not like it

when civilians take matters into their own hands.

Well, what am I supposed to do,

just let the girl get into his van?

I don't care what happens to me.

No way I'm gonna let another kid go through what I...

You're an abuse survivor.

It's what drives me. But I-I don't...

I don't let it define me.

Carl, what exactly do you do with these videos?

I watch the watchers.

They're not hard to spot.

When I find something,

I-I turn the evidence over to the cops.

I also post the videos on my YouTube channel,

in case it can...

help someone, anyone.

Can you send me the video you took at the mall earlier?

Maybe you caught something the mall cams didn't.

- Have you seen this child? - No, sorry.

Um... hi.

Have you seen this child? He was at the mall earlier.

Uh, sorry.

I hope you find him.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Have you seen this child?

Hey. I'm almost out.

Also, thank you again for helping.

Are you kidding? Of course.

Oh. Excuse me.

Hi. Have you seen this boy?

He was taken from the mall earlier this morning.

You recognize him, don't you?

Maybe.

Hey, Dee. I know I promised to keep you up to date,

but I don't have anything concrete yet.

I might.

I've been passing out those fliers with Dylan's picture.

And someone recognized him?

Yeah.

A woman thinks she saw him being taken away.

Stay with her.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Hi.

Hi. Hi. Mom, this is Elita.

She was here earlier, before the lockdown,

and just came back to return something.

Can you tell my mom what you told me?

Sure. As I was leaving this morning,

I think I might have seen Dylan in the parking garage.

Tell me what you saw, exactly.

This couple was taking a kid to their car.

He was crying and carrying on.

I didn't think much of it.

Seeing a child cry at the mall? Everyday.

But you think it was Dylan Baker?

Pretty sure.

Um...

can you describe this couple to me?

Not really. Like I said,

I-I didn't think much of it at the time. I'm sorry.

What about the car?

Can you tell me what it looked like?

Maybe it was silver?

That's right.

A silver sedan. Kind of beat-up.

I noticed it in a handicap spot,

which I thought was odd,

since this couple didn't seem like they'd qualify.

But they had handicap tags on their plate.

Do you remember what the plate number was?

No.

How about the approximate time they left?

Well, I can give you the exact time I left.

If I find the ticket from that machine.

Is Dylan's mom still in the department store?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Last I saw, she was talking to the police.

Okay. When she finds that receipt, take a picture of it

and send it to Harry.

- Okay, will do. - And Dee...

...I'm proud of you.

Thanks, Mom.

Thank you.

Hey, what's up, Rob?

We got a description of the car that took Dylan.

A beat-up silver sedan with handicap plates.

You want me to have Dante send out a BOLO?

Already did.

But I'm hoping you can get the license plate number.

The car was seen leaving the mall's garage.

And they take pictures of plates going in and out.

That's a lot of cars.

Dee's gonna send you a receipt from a witness

that should approximate the time the car left.

Okay, great.

This could be the break we need.

Look, Viola,

I admit...

I don't always get it right.

I do try.

I understand that the NYPD's relationship

with the community needs improvement.

I mean, that's...

that's the reason I was so excited to take your class.

That's why I volunteer to teach it.

I'm trying to bridge the gap.

We still have a long way to go.

Maybe I've been too hard on you.

I want you to express your opinion.

I like how you...

keep me on my toes.

You know, I've been thinking about why I reacted

to this whole situation so strongly.

Yeah?

When my brother was in high school,

he had a part-time job.

One night he was coming home late from work

and got pulled over by a cop.

My brother did everything that he was told

but the cop escalated the whole situation.

He put a gun to his head, he cuffed him,

threw him face-down on the ground.

My brother came home bruised,

just physically and emotionally.

That should have never happened to him.

Instead of that incident making him bitter...

...he decided to make a difference.

Looking out for the whole neighborhood, giving kids

"the talk," not if,

but for when they got stopped by the cops.

And then he started using that old hooptee

to give... to give kids rides late at night

so they wouldn't be harassed like he was.

Sounds like he was a good man.

He was the best.

And he passed all of those great qualities

on to his daughter.

My niece, Robyn.

I see some of those same qualities in you, Curtis.

Okay.

Ma'am, we need you to come down to the precinct.

It's important that we take your fingerprints.

No, I'm not leaving. Not without Dylan.

We're checking your son's items for prints... his shirt,

his bike. We need to be able

- to rule yours out. - But I...

Just wait one second.

You found him? Please tell me

- you found him. - Not yet.

- But we have some leads. - Ma'am, you really

need to come to the precinct.

No! I'm not leaving this mall!

Not without my baby!

I won't leave. I can't.

No, Francine... Just give me a minute.

Francine, I understand

why you don't want to leave this place without Dylan.

- Feels like you're giving up. - Yeah?

I would feel the same way if my daughter were missing.

But listen to me.

Dylan is not at the mall anymore.

So it is very important

that we do whatever we can

to help the police

find him.

I promise you, no one is giving up.

Not the police and definitely not me.

I won't give up until I find your boy.

- Thank you. - Delilah?

Go with Miss Francine to the police department.

My daughter knows how to reach me

if you think of anything that can help.

And I promise to call you both if I find something.

- Thank you. - I got you. Now you go.

- Come on. Let me... - Okay. Okay.

Harry, tell me you got something, anything.

I got it. I got the car.

It's a 2017 Silver Camry, handicap plates.

Registered to a lowlife named Sam Buntley.

He and his wife Lola have been arrested

multiple times, mostly for narcotics possession.

Never enough to put 'em away for long.

Nothing for abduction, trafficking?

No.

Nothing they've been caught for, anyway.

Hold on. Dante's calling.

I-I'll conference you in.

Dante, you're on with Harry and Mel.

We caught a break.

An officer just responded to that BOLO.

A silver sedan with handicap plates

heading east toward the river.

Trouble is, that's all the way across town for me.

Not for me.

Harry, is there any way you can track them? Ping their phone?

Uh, n-neither of their numbers are listed.

What about their car?

It's a 2017 Camry. Wouldn't it have an SOS

- emergency button? - Yeah.

Which means a signal we can track.

Okay, I-I got it.

I got it. They're still heading east.

Sending you the coordinates.

Rob, I'll meet you there.

Rob, you should be coming up on him.

Got you now.

Don't shoot! Come here.

Hands up! Hands up! Hands up! Up against the car!

Come on!

Don't shoot! Get over here. Get over here.

The car.

- He's not there. - Pop the trunk.

Nothing!

Where's Dylan?

Uh, I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you do.

And you're gonna tell me exactly where he is.

Where's the boy?

You think I'm playing with you?

- Just tell her. - Okay! Yeah.

We took him. Yeah.

We needed the money. Somebody gave us a phone number

of a guy who pays for...

Pays for what? Say it.

Pays for children. You sold a child!

Okay! We sold a child.

We owed someone and we ran out of time.

It's not like we're perverts or anything.

Just stop talking.

- Where is he now? - I-I... We don't know.

You don't know?

Then I guess there's no reason to keep you alive.

I swear. Please.

He texted us about 40 minutes ago,

told us to meet him in an alley,

he'd be wearing a, um, a blue baseball cap.

He gave us cash.

What'd he look like?

I think he was white. Uh...

- Maybe five, nine... six feet? - You think?

Maybe?! I... It was a dark alley.

His brim was down low, the whole thing took 15 seconds.

- Is this what you used to contact him? - Uh-huh.

Give it to Harry. Maybe he can use it

to track this guy.

Maybe we can get prints off the cash.

We, uh, we don't have it. We spent it.

All of it? Already?

It wasn't that much. Only $3,000.

You sold a human life for $3,000?

A precious child?

Turn around.

I'll call Dante, I'll have the cops pick them up.

- You're calling the cops? - You right,

I should just shoot you.

But you're not worth the bullet.

Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

You'd better pray nothing happens to him.

Because I personally guarantee you,

whatever happens to that boy is gonna happen to you.

Come on.

Move.

Thank you, Marcus.

Please let me know.

Dante says the NYPD is canvassing the area

where the Buntleys dropped off Dylan,

but so far, no one saw anything.

And there are no cameras in the area. I already checked.

And there was nothing on Sam Buntley's phone?

Just these texts that they sent back and forth on the burner phone,

you know, but it's, uh, it's already been deactivated.

In other words, we're nowhere.

Hey, Dee. What's up?

Hi. Hi. Uh...

Dylan's mom really wants to speak with you.

Is now a good time?

Sure. Put her on.

Okay.

Hold on.

Hi.

I-I know if you had news, you would call.

Only, um...

...it's been hours now.

And I know that the more time that passes,

the less of a chance...

that if he's not found soon...

Francine.

I told you I would not stop looking

until we find him. I meant that.

Thank you. It's just...

Last night, Dylan begged me

to read him a second bedtime story,

but I was too tired.

- It's okay, it's okay. - I...

I need to read him another story.

Francine...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I know you're doing everything you can.

I'm so sorry to bother you. Just...

please.

- It's... - No, it's-it's okay.

There's got to be something we're not thinking of.

Something we missed. I wish there was.

I mean, it's been over an hour

since the Buntleys dropped him off to that guy.

He could be anywhere.

But he's probably not anywhere.

He probably took Dylan somewhere he feels safe,

in control, like... like his home.

Wait a minute. Must be something

I was reading today about predators hunting

close to their home.

You think he lives near the mall?

Yeah, maybe.

But the Buntleys grabbed Dylan.

He wasn't doing the hunting.

Technically. But they met here.

I just don't think it's an accident

that these two places are so near each other.

If we consider that home is

a three-mile radius, that gives us

this circle right here.

That's a pretty big area.

Okay, but...

if we superimpose a map of all the sex offenders

from the national registry in the area...

That's got to be, what...

30 people all living within the same three-mile radius.

- We've got to narrow the list. - All right, to get

a smaller circle, we-we need more data points.

And unfortunately, we just don't know

where this guy likes to hunt.

Or maybe we do.

Rob, didn't you say

Carl Vega uploads all of his videos online?

Yes. And if we spot that blue baseball cap

- in any of them... - We can narrow

the area in play.

I'm running a program looking for blue caps.

Hold it.

One, two,

- three hits. - Yes.

And it looks like the same guy in all of them.

- Is that enough for a facial rec? - Doesn't look like it.

This guy appears to be white,

uh, between five, nine and six foot.

And if we plug in

the three places

where these were taken,

this is what you get. Narrows the area even more.

Can you pull up their mug shots?

Two of them match the Buntley's description.

Okay, I just got to say, there are a lot of hypotheticals

in this equation.

You know, for instance,

if, uh, the guy that we're looking for

has never been caught, he's not gonna be on the registry.

Well, it's something to go on.

Which is better than just sitting here.

Mel, you and I'll take Jerome.

Send Dante the other address. Let's move.

Got it.

Let's go.

You hear that? He's here.

Mel.

There are cameras throughout the house.

He knows we're here.

Is that smoke?

He's destroying evidence. Including Dylan.

It's locked.

Get back.

Must be bolted on the inside.

We got to get him out of there.

Dylan, hang on!

Mommy!

Mommy! Help!

He's in here.

Dylan.

Hi. Hey, hey, come here. Come here.

Come here. Come, come, come. Come here.

- Hi. - We're gonna get you back

to your mommy, okay?

- Get him out of here. - Okay. All right, okay.

- Mommy! - What about you, aren't you coming?

No, I'm gonna make sure there are

- no other kids in there. - Okay. Hurry.

Dylan, I need you to close your eyes,

hold your breath as long as you can, okay?

Ready?

Okay, good job. Hold your breath,

hold your breath, hold your breath.

You're too late.

The hell I am!

I took them all.

- You're not getting off this easily. - I'm sick.

- Just leave me here. - Sit down.

You deserve to burn.

But I'll let the afterlife handle that.

Spit that! Spit it out!

Why-Why'd you do that?

I'm-I'm ready to die!

'Cause it's not your choice!

It's mine! And I choose prison justice.

Mommy!

My baby!

- Mommy! - Come here, baby!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God. Thank you, God.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Thank you. Come here, sweetie.

Oh, my God. Come here, sweetie. Come here.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my gosh.

I don't know what I would have done

if we didn't get that boy back.

I don't know how you guys do it.

Mothers.

Even with a kid as self-sufficient as Dee, I...

How do you ever stop worrying?

You don't.

That's the price of admission.

But it is so worth the ride.

Mommy's got you, okay?

Mm.

I'm gonna go call Harry.

I promised to let him know

the minute Dylan was back with his mom.

Well, make sure he knows how happy he made this mother today.

I will.

Congratulations.

Thanks to you, the good guys won this time.

For now.

He'll get out, eventually.

Then what?

I wanted to hurt him so bad, Marcus.

I've wrestled with that same urge myself.

When the FTF took down a nationwide predator ring,

there was this one guy...

How do you look pure evil in the eye and let it live?

I know this.

There is no line

I wouldn't cross to keep my family safe.

Hmm. Hey, Mom.

Hey, baby girl.

You okay?

I know today must have been rough on you.

Yeah, well, it could have been way worse if you didn't

go back to the mall and hang up those flyers.

Well, I'm glad it helped.

Mm-hmm.

Dylan's mom really appreciated it.

She said, "You have an amazing daughter."

And she was right.

Can I remind you of that next time I do something stupid,

like try to take your car out without telling you?

- Nope. - Okay.

Don't take my car.

I want you to know that no matter

how old you get,

you'll always be my baby girl.

And I'll always be here to protect you.

Thanks, Mom.

Are those police lights?

- Hello! - Auntie?

Auntie, did you get yourself arrested?

No.

But I did spend

some very quality time

with the good captain.

Go on.

When Captain Curtis and I found out

that, you know, that boy was safe,

we decided that it was reason for celebration.

So he took me for a spin in his cruiser.

- Mm! - Aunt Vi...

joyriding at your age?

Joyriding is not just

for the young. It is for the young at heart.

He even let me play with his lights.

Just to make sure they were working, of course.

Okay, I really hope that's not a euphemism.

Delilah! Really?

No.

Okay.

No, but...

We did reach an understanding about that incident

last week with that young man.

So, does that mean...

We're gonna give our friendship another try.

- That's great, Aunt Vi. - Well...

...you know.

Significant others are...

they're cool, but...

Gosh.

Nothing beats what we have right here, right now.

- We're fam. - I love you.

I love y'all.

We love you, too.

- Okay... - Girl, that car was going fast.

- Oh, my goodness. - Oh, Lord.

I mean, it was, like,

going up the Jersey Turnpike...