All language subtitles for The.Equalizer.2021.S02E08

ROBYN: I serve as an equalizer.

I'm the one you call
when you can't call 911.

Previously on The Equalizer...

Someone's hit my personal
server with a cyber-attack.

HARRY: If Bishop's
top guys couldn't crack it,

who did you tell him
you were bringing this to?

His son's life is at stake.

I can't use my usual team.

No. You're in
enough trouble as it is.

HARRY: He's like family
to Rob. Which means

he's basically our family.

Are you saying you want
him to hack into the CIA?

I'm in. We got a hit.

Go! Get out of there.

- Federal agents! Don't move!
- Go, go, go!

AGENT: You should have never
breached the servers of the CIA.

- Let me talk to him. Harry!
- Mel, I love you.

- Harry!
- It's gonna be all right.

- Harry...
- I love you.

(WHISPERING) Okay.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(SIREN CHIRPS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Señor.
- (DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

We are seeking asylum.

Are you American?

Uh, no.

I'm asking for asylum.

You're crossing illegally.
It's criminal trespassing.

But our life was
threatened. I have proof.

- Take the boy.
- WOMAN: No!

- I have proof!
- ¡Mami!

- ¡Mami!
- You can't take him!

You can't take my son!

- ¡Mami!
- No! What are you doing?

I beg you, please.

Stop. Where are you taking him?

Pedro! Pedro!

(LOCK BUZZES)

Hi.

(SIGHS) Thank
God you're out. How?

They dropped the charges.

McCall and Bishop
pulled some strings.

They even gave the bar back.

Turns out, having you in
custody is all the Feds care about.

- Right.
- But, uh,

the Sanctum, they...

They confiscated everything.

Yeah.

The monitors. The hardware.

The city took back the
space. They walled it up.

It's all right. Really.

Long as you're out.

Plus, all my drives
are encrypted,

so they'll never find a trace
of any of our... activities.

(SOFTLY) I don't care
about that. I care about you.

I'm okay.

Being a traitor has its perks.

Get my own room.
Hand-delivered meals.

So, you know, no getting...
(CLICKS TONGUE)

shanked in a mess hall.

(CHOKED-UP CHUCKLE)

Good. Um...

we're gonna get you
out of here, McCall and I.

Honey, I know
what you're thinking.

Don't.

I can't do that to you.

A life on the run? No.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

I seriously doubt
faking my own death

is gonna fly again, so...

I'm not leaving you in here.

We're gonna think of something.

Okay. But in the meantime,
will you do something for me?

Keep going.

Don't sit around and do nothing.

I know you. It'll kill you.

If you can't help
me, help someone.

Please, don't let everything
we built go to waste.

I can't do it without you.

- Yes, you can.
- (LOCK BUZZES)

GUARD: Keshegian.

- (SIGHS)
- The overlords

are getting antsy.

Listen, just remember to, um...

fix the wall by the
back banquette.

(WHISPERS) Keep going.

Okay.

BISHOP: Robyn, I've
been climbing marble steps

for days now trying
to get him released.

I'm just running into walls.

Hard enough getting Mel cleared.

This is a whole new level.

You talk to leadership?

Both sides.

I even shaved and
put on a suit for them.

He spilled secrets.

The Hill's not
gonna get involved.

You talk to the CIA, you
make any forward motion there?

Offered them just
about everything.

And as much as they'd like to
have me back under their thumb,

even they can't help.

I heard that faking his
death made it worse.

They're embarrassed.

Army JAG's out for blood.

Bish, he got caught
because of us,

and he kept both of
our names out of it.

Didn't even tell them about me.

(SIGHS) We got
to make this right.

I'm on my way to the Pentagon.

I got a card I want to play.

It's my last one.

And I'm not sure if
we can make it work.

We have to.

Any news?

(SIGHS) We're doing
everything we can.

How's Harry?

He, uh, he wants
us to keep going.

He doesn't want me obsessing.

What do you want?

(SCOFFS)

He's right. If I
don't do something.

I'll lose my mind.

Well, Dee's at
her dad's all week,

and Aunt Vi's going
upstate for an art festival.

See?

We need this.

This came in this morning.

ALMA: That's him.

My son, Pedro.

He's only six.

I mean seven.

He turned seven alone.

And I have no idea where he is.

- When did you last see him?
- A year ago.

At the border.

I thought I did
everything right.

When we crossed, we
presented ourselves to agents,

asked for asylum.

But they took him from my arms
and sent me back without him.

Did you just say "a year ago"?

I left my country
to protect him.

The maras...

gangs...

they demanded my
husband pay the "tax."

We were already
paying two other gangs.

When my husband
refused, they killed him.

If we'd stayed, they
would have killed us, too.

And in all that time, you
haven't seen or heard

- from your son?
- Once.

After I was deported.

I spoke to him over the
phone for ten minutes.

I promised I'd come back.

Where was he then?

He said New York.

I made calls looking for him
as soon as I could afford it.

A lady told me he was
in an emergency shelter.

In Queens.

But when I called, it's
like he disappeared.

And you never got any
information from Immigration?

Nothing.

I tried to get back, but
it took me all this time

to get money to pay a coyote.

I-I'm sorry I don't have more.

You don't have to
apologize for anything.

He's out there,

waiting for me.

He has to be so scared.

Mrs. Castillo, I promise, we're
gonna do everything we can

to get your son back.

In the meantime,

I'll call you on this
when I know something.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ROBYN: Pedro Castillo... he
would have been here a year ago.

VANCE: I'm sorry.

I can't hand over information

- to anyone who asks.
- I'm not "anyone."

I was hired to find
a missing child.

As a lawyer, you
should understand...

Is there a problem?

I was just trying

to explain that we
are not permitted

to share any information from
the children's files with outsiders.

Um, if she had a social worker

- who could vouch for her...
- Why don't we get the detective

from the NYPD on the phone
who's working this case?

He can verify that I'm
representing the family.

Go ahead, call him.

- Let me know what you can find.
- Okay.

(PHONE RINGS)

Detective Dante.

Detective.

Agent Deleo with Immigration
and Customs Enforcement.

I got a woman here

says she's a legal
advocate working with you

on a case involving a
child named Pedro Castillo.

This ringing any bells?

I mean, as caregivers,

temporary or not, we
should be demanding

something better
than mylar blankets.

Pedro Castillo.

Of course. There a problem?

No. Just confirming.

Can't be too careful
when dealing with minors.

Thanks for your time, Detective.

Absolutely.

We good?

She checks.

Uh, here is everything I
have on file for Pedro Castillo.

I can make a copy
of it if you'd like.

What is this?

- His signature.
- His signature?

On a document
waiving his rights?

In English?

Someone would have explained it.

To a six-year-old?

Had he not signed this,

a judge might have
reunited him with his mom.

I don't make the rules.

The government does.

None of us enjoy watching
kids languishing here.

Especially the little ones.

But there are so many
children and not enough beds.

Fortunately...

for Pedro, he was moved
to a shelter after a week.

- Where?
- Safe Cradle Charity.

(THROWS FILE DOWN)

(LINE RINGS)

Detective.

Since we're working together,
maybe you'd like to fill me in.

Pedro Castillo, seven-year-old,

taken from his
mother at the border.

A year later, she still
doesn't know where he is.

(SIGHS) You hear stories.

Hard not to imagine
your own kid out there.

Thanks to you, I got
the name of the shelter

he was transferred to.

I'm on my way there now.

Well, you'll need a
badge to make it official.

Safe Cradle Charity. (SIGHS)

Not exactly what I pictured.

DANTE: Not looking
particularly safe or charitable.

ROBYN: It looks like
it's been abandoned.

(DOG BARKING IN
DISTANCE, BIRDS CHIRPING)

Anything?

Something caught fire here.

Window's broken.

Been broken a while.

Check this out.

Kids were here.

Around Easter.

Almost a year ago.

So where the hell are they now?

House abandoned, missing kids,

and the caseworker
doesn't even know about it?

System's overwhelmed.

Not a lot of oversight
on these charities.

We should've never
been separating these kids

from their families
to begin with.

Even with the zero
tolerance border policy lifted,

it's still a nightmare for the kids who
may never see their families again.

Can you make a call?

I want to know
who owns this place.

Okay.

But you don't normally
need help with stuff like that.

My computer's down.

Okay, Harry.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

Hey, babe.

If you're seeing
this, then, um...

something went wrong.

Or I messed up.

Guess that's possible.

And, um, I may not be
around anymore, so...

on this drive is everything
you need to keep going.

Where all the money is.

Who you can trust in my world.

I know you know the password,

'cause I made you
say it a million times.

I left you a guide
and some tools,

in case you want
to keep helping Rob.

So, basically, I get to geek
out and, uh, you have to listen.

What sucks is...

I won't be there to see
it. (CHUCKLES WRYLY)

I guess what I really
wanted to say is, um...

is that you can do this.

You're incredible.

I probably didn't say it enough.

But you are.

One last thing.

It's really important.

For the love of God,

don't accept any cookies.

(LAUGHS)

(EXHALES)

House belongs to a guy
named Rodrigo Perez.

He owns a gym in Bushwick.

What's his relation
to the charity?

From what I can tell,
he doesn't have one.

He emigrated from
Mexico as a teen

as a part of the El Yermo gang.

My guess is that the gym he
owns is a front for something else.

Wait. So...

ICE snatches Pedro
away from his mother,

deposits him in the
home of a street gang?

He could be
trafficking these kids.

Bet we can find him at his gym.

No.

I roll solo on this one.

A guy like this warrants
a real conversation.

Rodrigo.

Hey!

(RODRIGO GRUNTING)

- Who are you?
- I'm asking the questions.

And you can start by telling
me what happened to those kids

that were at your place.

You people.

You never stop.

Isn't it enough
what you've done?

Firebombing my house.

What people?

You closed-minded
neighborhood watch jack-holes.

I don't know anything
about neighborhood watch.

What I do know
is that I'm looking

for a kid who was sent
to a jacked-up house

owned by a member of El Yermo.

I ain't no banger.

I left Mexico to
escape El Yermo.

Crossed the border alone at 15.

Did what I needed to survive.

You still didn't
answer my question.

That house? That's my house.

I was trying to help those
kids, 'cause I know what it's like.

So I gave the charity
use of my home.

Then word spread on the block
that there were illegals in the house.

Some racist nutjobs
tried to set it on fire.

Made the house unlivable.

All the kids were transferred.

What about this kid?

- You see him?
- Yeah. Pedro.

Said his mom was
coming to get him.

Could never find her.

Do you know where
he was transferred to?

Yeah. Shelter in Brooklyn
called Crestfield's Group Home.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Hey.

Good luck finding him.

(BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hola.

Uh, did you find him?

No, not yet, but we're
making progress.

Was Crestfield's Group Home
one of the shelters that you called?

No, I don't know it.

Do you think my Pedro is there?

He might have been sent
there. We're gonna check it out.

If he's there, I need to come.

No. I know it's hard, but
just hang in there, okay?

I'll call you the
minute I have more.

(KNOCKING)

WOMAN: Go right ahead.

Thank you.

If it isn't the man who
poached some of my best.

I think Langley was a better
fit for them. (CHUCKLES)

I know why you're here, Bill.

You know my answer has to be no.

(GROANS) Oh, come on.

Henry, how far do we go back?

Not long enough.

Not for what he did.

It's not like he revealed
troop movements.

He exposed war crimes: torture,

- prisoner abuse.
- He went

outside the circle.

You have any idea
how much damage

he did to our relationships?

Did he do the damage?

Or did our country?

Look,

Henry, I understand if you
don't want to let him go free,

but bring him
back into the fold.

He's one of the best
hackers in the world.

You want us to recruit him?

It's a high-stakes world.

Put him in cyber intelligence.

That's precisely
what we offered him.

Here's what he said.

HARRY: You're not
offering me freedom.

You just want to put me in
another cage to do your bidding,

no matter how corrupt. No,
I'm not... I'm not gonna trade

my soul to become a
mindless instrument of the state.

All right? I would
rather rot in here.

AGENT: Do you
understand the implications...

(CLICK)

You really want to help a guy
who won't even help himself?

Henry, look, please, there
has got to be a pathway.

There's not. And you should
be grateful we're not asking

who gave him
help all these years.

My advice, drop it.

Because at this point...

only an act of the Almighty
himself can help him.

(SIGHS)

- Pedro...
- Ma'am,

can you please just calm down.

- ALMA: Where is he?
- Please, I told you,

Where's my son? I don't
know the boy you're looking for.

ALMA: I don't believe you.

- Step into my office...
- Alma.

You said he might
be here, but he isn't.

Let me talk to them.

I'm an advocate
for Mrs. Castillo.

Her son's been missing
in the system for months.

As I told her, if
Pedro was here,

he's no longer in our care.

We know he was here.

Six months ago.

Castillo. C-A-S-T-

I-L-L-O.

I'm sorry. He's
not in our records.

ROBYN: This is a child

we're talking about,
not an Amazon package.

How do you lose a human being?

(SIGHS) A vendor for CBP inadvertently
purged data from their system.

Now, we're in the process

of trying to recover it
from hard files, but...

You must remember him.

We've had a lot of turnover.

You said he was here months ago.

I just started last month.

ROBYN: Well, what
about these kids?

Where do they go from here?

If he didn't have anyone
to claim him in the States,

he'd either be transferred
to a foster facility,

or he'd be deported.

Deported? Without
telling his mother?

Sometimes ICE isn't
able to reach the parents

if they're not documented.

And they ship them back anyway?!

To where? He's seven years old!

This country is not
what they say it is.

- You said there were hard files.
- When I got here, it was a mess.

We're trying to sort
through it now, but...

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Nate.

This is Nate Yardley.

He's the one working to
update the database for us.

Nate, this woman is
trying to find her son.

I could try doing a specific
search for your son's file.

What's his name?

Pedro Castillo.

Really? You can do that?

We're doing our best to reunite
children separated from their families.

Just... the number of
cases can be overwhelming.

Give me your number, and
I'll call you if I find anything.

Please, the minute
you find something.

You got it.

NATE: A woman just stopped
by asking about her kid.

Definitely an illegal, but she
had a legal advocate with her.

Yeah, I know it's bad.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

I swear, librarians do
more to keep track of books

than Immigration
did with these kids.

Well, there is some good news.

Pedro isn't on
deportation records.

I checked Customs and
Border Patrol servers.

Nothing.

He must still be in the country.

You're a quick study.

Yeah, Harry's instructions
were mind-numbingly detailed.

Hey, you okay
doing this right now?

Yeah.

I mean...

what else am I gonna do?

He's not dead, right?

We'll figure something out.

Yeah. We will.

Well, then, in the meantime,

there's a little boy
out there lost, so...

we have to find him.

If he hasn't been deported,
he must be in the foster system.

Dante identified half a dozen agencies
that work with Crestfield's Home.

He and I are going
to canvass them now.

I'll stop back after?

Thanks, Rob. Love ya.

(CHUCKLES) You, too.

(CALL BEEPS OFF)

- (DOOR OPENS)
- We're closed!

Yeah, I know.

I got to talk to you.

You don't like me, do you?

Yeah. Well, what
I'm about to tell you

isn't gonna change that.

I've done everything
I can think of,

and I can't get him out.

But there is a path
if he would choose it.

You want him to go back
to Military Intelligence?

I am confident that
if he would do that...

He won't.

Then convince him.

To be someone he's not?

To go against every fiber

of his moral being
because it's convenient?

Mel, this is his last shot.

All this martyrdom stuff,
"values his soul over his freedom."

I don't even know
what that means.

- It's foolish.
- Don't.

It's not foolish.

Not to him.

It's who he is. It's the reason

why he took the risk to
help you in the first place.

It's why I love him.

Well, I wish I could
help him, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me, too.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hola.

Ms. Castillo, this is Nate
from Crestfield's Group Home.

Yes, yes. Uh, did
you find Pedro's file?

Do you know where he is?

I do, and I can take
you to him, but...

I could lose my job here.

Please. I have to find him.

I won't tell anyone.

I need you to
promise not to tell.

Not even your friend.

I promise.

Good.

I'll explain everything
when I see you.

Okay.

Where do I meet you?

Ms. Castillo?

Why bring me here?
And where is my s...

- (GASPS)
- Keep quiet.

Walk to that car over there.

(GRUNTING)

Did you really think she'd be
stupid enough to come alone?

- Wait. I wasn't gonna hurt her.
- Oh, yeah?

Then why'd you bring
the gun? Where's the boy?

I don't know.

This is not the day.
Where is the boy?

Okay. Look, I can
take you to him.

He's safe. I swear.

Give me the address.

Okay, okay. Uh, 1137 Bedford.

You're gonna take
us to him right now.

Get up. Get up.

- (GUNSHOTS, NATE GRUNTS)
- MEL: Down. Down.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(SCREAMS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

ROBYN: Mel? Alma?

What happened?

Shooter took him out
and tore off that way.

You get a look at him?

- Just taillights.
- Thanks for covering.

Good thing I was close
by or she'd be dead.

Any luck in Long Island?

Struck out.

Which means he's our best lead.

I'm beginning to see

- why you two are friends.
- MEL: It was a setup.

He pulled a gun on her
the minute she showed.

And when it went sideways,

his partner wanted to
make sure he didn't talk.

DANTE: If they were trying
to make her disappear,

this is a whole lot bigger
than just a missing kid.

ALMA: Why did they kill him?

Because he told
us where my son is?

MEL: He gave an address.

1137 Bedford. He
said the kid was there.

(SIREN APPROACHING)

We should get out of here.

I'll leave the mother
out of the report for now.

But I'll need you to fill me in.

I'll be fine. Go to the address.

- (DOORBELL RINGS)
- Find her son.

Yes?

Is there a Pedro Castillo here?

Who's asking?

I'm his mother.

I don't understand... Pedro
said his parents were killed.

The agency confirmed it.

We... we just adopted him.

- You can't adopt my child.
- MRS. HOBSON: The consultant

we're working with finalized
the paperwork last week.

Is this the consultant?

Yeah.

How much did you pay him?

Ten thousand dollars.

He works data entry
at a children's shelter.

I think he's part of an
illegal adoption ring.

No. You're lying.

- Gail...
- No. A stranger shows up

at our doorstep, and we're just
supposed to hand Pedro over?

Show me a birth certificate

- or a passport.
- We don't need you to hand him over.

- We just want to speak with him.
- Mm-mm.

No. I want them out of my house.

- I'm not leaving without my son.
- Alma...

Mr. and Mrs. Hobson, please.

Either you bring Pedro out now,

or we call Social
Services, let them sort it out.

- I'll get him.
- N-No.

- Gail, honey...
- No. No.

If she really is Pedro's mother,

what kind of people are we if
we take him away from her?

It's okay.

That's not him.

That's not my Pedro.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

It's okay.

Manny Emmanuel Garcia.

Sweetie, why did you
pretend to be Pedro?

He asked me to.

He heard they were going
to find a home for him,

and he was afraid if he went,

his mami wouldn't
be able to find him.

But I wanted a home,
so we switched names.

(SNIFFLES SOFTLY)

That sounds like my Pedro-ito.

The story you told
us about the storm

and the rest of your family,

was that true?

My family...

they're gone.

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Will I have to leave now?

No. No. You're our son.

We love you.

MR. HOBSON: We're
gonna fight to keep you. Huh?

I hope you find your boy.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I thought I'd finally found him.

Hey, we'll keep at it.

We'll go back to the group
home, and we'll find "Emmanuel."

I went room to room.

Then we'll keep looking.

(PHONE RINGING)

(QUIETLY) Please
tell me something good.

Wish I could.

There is no Emmanuel Garcia
at the group home anymore,

and any record of him
was lost in that data purge.

I'm circling back
with foster agencies

and OCFS, but... nothing so far.

What about our data entry clerk?

His apartment was ransacked.

I'm thinking whoever
he was working with

got to it before we did.

Yeah, most likely partners
in the adoption ring.

(SIGHS)

God knows how many
kids they've already sold off.

And with no records...

we have no way of
finding any of them.

Wish I had more.

Yeah.

Me, too.

(SIGHS)

Must have been terrible for
Alma to think she found her son.

Sad part is, I know Harry
could probably restore that data

and find those kids.

I don't care what Bishop said,

we're not giving up just yet.

Look...

I know Bishop didn't
start with General Ryland.

And I know you've
done everything you can.

How did we run
out of options, Rob?

We're never out of options.

(SIGHS)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Aunt Vi? I thought
you left already.

I can't leave until I find the
keys to my art storage cabinet.

(CLOSES DRAWER)

(SIGHS) The pieces I'm
supposed to be showing

for this damn art
festival are in there.

Well, I can pop
that open for you.

(SIGHS)

You got home late last night.

Heard you banging
around the kitchen.

Couldn't sleep?

Sorry, I didn't
mean to wake you.

Want to talk about it?

I solve people's problems.

It's what I'm good at.

But right now, I have a
close friend who I can't help

and a lost child I can't find.

(SIGHS)

I don't like feeling like this.

It feels like I'm...

Powerless?

Honey, that just means
that you're human.

You have been fighting

ever since you let
out that righteous cry

the day you were born.

And you usually win.

Not this time, Auntie.

(SIGHS) I don't know what to do.

That's just how
you feel right now.

It'll come to you.

Trust yourself.

You can do it.

I know what I can do.

I can pop that lock and
get you on your way.

Ooh. Can you show me
how to use those sometime?

(CHUCKLES)

I know it's here somewhere.

I know that key did not just get
up and walk out of here by itself.

Uh, Vi, I'll be
there in a second.

I got to make a
quick phone call.

(QUIETLY) Ain't no way in hell
you walked away by yourself.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- (CHUCKLES)

Hello?

Hi. I'm sorry to bother
you. I know it's early.

But I need to ask Manny
one more question.

Okay.

Here.

- Hola.
- Manny,

the day you left Crestfield's
Group for your new home,

who walked you out?

Some man.

Do you remember
what he looked like?

He had hair on his face.

Did he have a badge?

A gun, too.

What color was his uniform?

Black.

ROBYN: He was
describing an ICE agent.

There's no way Pedro could
have walked out of that group home

by himself.

He had to be escorted out.

And Yardley didn't
have the authority.

- But an ICE agent does.
- And I'm willing

to bet that he's
Yardley's partner.

I saw one fitting that description
at the emergency shelter.

I think I found him.

Agent Ike Deleo.

- That's him.
- Crestfield's Group Home

is in his jurisdiction.

All he'd have to do is produce
papers saying a kid was being deported.

Director wouldn't give
it a second thought.

Then he could just walk out
with a kid, no questions asked.

Okay. So how do we figure
out where Deleo took Pedro?

We track his movements.

Well, that might be a little
bit above my skill level.

This isn't.

- A flash drive?
- Not as cool

as hacking traffic cams,
but... it'll do the job.

I'll look at it when I get home.

Oh, damn it.

No. My tire's flat.

Can I call you back?

- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)
- (CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

Come on. Seriously?

- You need any help?
- I can't find

- my jack.
- Ah.

Good thing I was in the area.

Oh. This is electric.

You plug it in the cigarette
lighter, it does all the work for you.

- This open, right? Okay.
- Oh, yeah.

(SIGHS)

All right...

No, I got it from here.

- You sure?
- Come on, save me some dignity.

All right. (CHUCKLES)

(ELECTRIC JACK WHIRRING)

- Hey.
- Yeah.

Thanks for the help.

My pleasure.

(JACK WHIRRING)

MEL: All the info
from his nav system.

Our low-fi scheme worked.

GPS tells the tale.

He's been to that group
home multiple times.

Seems like most of the time he drove
straight to a building in Sunset Park.

The building is owned by a
clothing manufacturing company,

XLBR Fashions.

- A garment factory.
- It's been flagged

multiple times for
labor violations,

unsafe work conditions, abuses.

Yeah, in other
words, a sweatshop.

You hear "sweatshop," and you
think Bangladesh, India, China.

No, they still exist here.

Doesn't get much attention,
because the workers

are mostly undocumented.

Okay, but the
factory can't be putting

undocumented children
to work, can they?

(SIGHS)

(PHONE BUZZING)

It's Harry's lawyer.

Yes?

Hi.

Tomorrow? Why-why so sudden?

Yeah. O-Okay.

Th-Thanks.

What is it?

Mel?

They're sending Harry
to Leavenworth first thing

tomorrow morning... his
lawyer says if I want to see him,

I have to go now.

Go.

Yeah.

Um, what about
the garment factory...

I got it.

Now, go.

Okay.

My God.

(LINE RINGS)

BISHOP: Leave a message.

(BEEPS)

Hey, Bish. It's me.

They're shipping Harry out.

Please tell me you have
a miracle up your sleeve,

because I'm all out.

I can't let it end like this.

Hey.

I guess you heard.

Yeah.

I don't suppose you have
any, uh, any good news?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(MEL SHUDDERS)

We tried, honey. We just,

um...

Honey, it's okay.

I knew the risk I was taking
when I leaked those documents.

Oh, sweetie... if
there were some way,

if there was just some way
I could spare you all this...

No. Don't you dare
apologize to me.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud to be your wife.

Okay?

- Time's up.
- Hold on. Just one sec.

I love you, okay?

- I know.
- Okay?

- I know.
- I love you.

- I love you, too.
- No matter how far away I am,

- I love you.
- I'm not giving up, ever.

(MUFFLED) It's not
over. It's not over.

I love you.

I know.

- (LOCK BUZZES)
- (EXHALES)

(METAL DOOR CLOSES)

(MUFFLED SOB)

(EXHALES)

(BEEPS)

Sir... (CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY)

It's William Bishop.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(CREAKING)

(GUN COCKS)

Don't move.

At the emergency shelter,
you called yourself a lawyer.

I'm guessing that was a lie.

Who are you, really?

I'm an angry mother,
looking for justice.

Where is Pedro Castillo?

He's here, isn't he?

Look, I'm trying to
give you a chance

to do the right thing here.

Take it.

Take her to the back.

Hand over your gun.

Hurry it up.

("ALL EYES ON ME" BY
DOUBLE DUCHESS PLAYING)

(GUNSHOTS, GRUNTING)

(SINGING) All eyes on me

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

Aah!

(YELLING)

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SNIFFLING)

(GIRL SOBBING)

Pedro.

(SIGHS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING,
SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Pedro...

¡Mami!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LAUGHS)

I can't believe it.

I've arranged for you to meet
with an immigration lawyer.

You're gonna get
a three-year visa.

So we can stay?

Yes.

It's a special visa for victims
of the border separation policy.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Gracias.

MEL: Rob!

What's up?

They're releasing him.

- How's that possible?
- (LAUGHS) I don't know.

I just know that
Harry's coming home.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SINGING) I know there's
gonna be some brighter days

(LOCK BUZZES)

I swear that love will
find you in your pain

Oh, oh, oh

I feel it in me

Harry!

Like the beating of life

In my veins

I know there's gonna
be some brighter days

I know there's gonna be

Some brighter days

So, I heard it was the
president who intervened.

Bish, you didn't.

You made the call?

Your golden ticket?

My one and only "get
out of jail free" card.

You did that for Harry?

No, I did that for you.

Thank you.

Well, don't get too excited...
There are conditions.

Harry can never
touch a computer again.

(CHUCKLES) You can't be serious.

It was the one
condition of his release.

That will never stand.
You know that, right?

He so much as checks
his bank account online,

he's back in Leavenworth.

Still, I can't
believe you did that.

Yeah, well, don't
tell him about it.

I don't want him to
think I'm going soft.

Going?

I know there's gonna be some

Brighter days

I know

I know there's gonna be

Some brighter days.