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Previously on The Equalizer...

ROSZAK: Why did you join the military?

Nobody wanted me to.

Who's nobody? My dad and older brother.

Women weren't supposed to choose that path.

ROBYN: If you do like this handsome captain,

don't wait too long.

Let him know.

I could take you to breakfast sometime.

I think I'd like that, Viol.

ROBYN: You're not the only person dating someone.

Marcus is quitting his gig

and moving back to New York.

Which means?

ROBYN: We're gonna give it another try.

(lock beeps)

♪

♪ ♪

Hmm.

(phone vibrates)

Hey, babe.

Give me a sec.

I've been thinking about you all day.

How's my lady?

Really?

What do you got in mind, babe?

Yeah, I like that.

I really like that. (chuckles)

Hold on. (sniffs)

(alarm blaring)

(panting)

♪ ♪

ROBYN: Mm!

Come on, Auntie, work it.

Look at you, baby.

Looking good. I take it you're going to see Captain Curtis?

Yeah. He's taking me on a ride along today.

What? Nothing. It's just

not very romantic.

Says the woman whose first date with her boyfriend was

a training exercise?

Touché. (laughs)

Have fun. Although

you might have to drive.

Because as fine as you look, he won't be looking at the road.

Stop.

(sighs) Morning, fam. VI: Morning, sweetheart.

Where are you off to today?

I'm gonna spend the weekend at Dad's.

A little daddy-daughter time.

That's nice. Got any plans?

No, I think we're just gonna spend some time hanging out.

Watching movies, playing Scrabble.

I think it's really starting to hit Dad

that I'm leaving for school next year.

(sighs)

Yeah.

He's not the only one.

(phone vibrates)

Hey, Marcus.

What's going on? Not a whole lot.

We're at kind of a standstill on the Salazar thing.

Team's chasing down a few leads, but it's pretty quiet.

Good to catch your breath.

You could use a little "me time."

Was thinking more me and you time.

Uh, I have a meeting.

Maybe later?

Hold you to it.

So...

when do I get to meet this

not-so-mysterious boyfriend of yours?

What?

Wait, what are you trying to... No. (giggles)

Don't. Okay. Please, please.

No. You cannot act like your face

does not light up

every time Detective Marcus Dante calls.

Dante is... Detective Dante

is very, Mm-hmm.

uh, good company, Right.

and it's not like... (phone rings)

Oh. Well. (smacks lips) Look who it is.

Cam. Oh. Cam.

I got to take this. Yeah.

But I love you. I love you more.

DELILAH: Bye, Auntie. VI: Bye, sweetheart.

Hey, Cam.

I did not say a word.

How long has she known?

The girl is smart. You are so lucky

you got away with this secret this long.

Please.

(chuckles) Have a good day.

Bye. (chuckles)

ROSZAK: So,

you're back at work. Mm.

No more panic attacks.

How's it feel?

Have to say, it feels pretty great. (chuckles)

You worked hard to get here. Oh, thank you.

I've had great support

every step of the way.

Harry's my rock. Mm.

Rob's amazing. I mean, she's a true friend.

And Dee is why I'm here. And your family?

How do they fit in? Well, my brothers have been great.

My older brother Matt is in the military,

so he gets it.

How about your sister?

Oh, well, Ruby's definitely there for me when I need her.

I mean, her focus is her kids and mom and dad.

You don't say much about your parents.

Where do they fit into your support system?

My parents are great people.

But we don't talk about this kind of stuff.

This kind of stuff?

You mean post-traumatic stress?

Yeah. And therapy in general.

Why not?

I know they didn't love you joining the military,

but I am sure

that they care about your welfare.

W... Yeah, of course they do.

It's just feelings,

psychological issues--

if it's not a wound that they can see or touch...

They wouldn't understand.

Yeah. Yeah. We keep things on the surface.

It's easier that way.

Is that what they want or is it what you want?

I've just accepted it.

You've accepted that you'll never be able

to talk to your parents about something this important?

Do you think that's healthy?

Well, it doesn't matter what I think.

It's how it is.

Like I said, my parents wouldn't understand.

What if they did?

What if this was the thing

that allows you to break through,

to get closer to them?

Don't you think it's worth a try?

I mean, what do you have to lose?

It's nice to meet you.

Thank you so much for coming to us.

We don't have many employees,

so it's hard for us to leave the restaurant.

How can I help you?

Two nights ago, we lost our entire life savings

in a fire at Guardian Warehouse.

MARISOL: Everything we have is gone.

I'm sorry. I don't know the Guardian.

It's a cash management service.

We thought it would be safe.

I told them not to, but they wouldn't listen, so...

Mr. know-it-all with his degree

in video games from City College in New York.

It's game design, Papa.

ROBYN: Why would you put your money there

instead of a bank? MARISOL: A friend of ours,

another restaurant owner, was held up at gunpoint

while dropping money at a bank depository.

Right on the street, in broad daylight.

ANDRE: With Guardian,

a courier comes to us.

Then they transport our money to a secure warehouse.

Or so we thought.

They told us everything was insured.

But we've been calling and calling

about putting in a claim, and no one's getting back to us.

ROBYN: I know it can be frustrating,

but sorting these things out takes time.

We don't have time.

Our margins are thin and our wholesalers

don't work on credit.

If we don't get that money back by the end of the week,

we have to close our doors for good.

We came from Barbados with nothing.

This restaurant has paid for our home,

put Niko through college.

We're desperate. Please.

Can you help us? I want to help.

I'm just not sure how I can.

We don't know what to do either.

We have nowhere left to turn.

I'll tell you what, I'll talk to the company,

see what I can find out about your insurance policy.

Thank you.

Hey, babe. How'd it go?

Eh. Dr. Roszak thinks I should

talk to my parents about my post-traumatic stress.

Yeah? What do you think?

Well... (scoffs) What do I think? Babe,

you know my parents. They don't know anything

about that stuff. It would be a huge,

frustrating waste of time.

Hmm.

What is it?

What?

The "huh." What does that mean?

Well, you know, I just...

Maybe the waste of time

has been all the years you've spent

n-not talking to them about it.

You know, maybe it's time for a change.

Babe. I'm just saying, how are they supposed

to ever understand it unless you try to explain it to them?

Okay.

Fine. I'll go.

See that, right there? That impish grin?

That's how you talk me into stuff I don't want to do.

Hmm. Reall... Impish?

Really, you gonna go with impish? All right.

Yeah. (phone rings)

Ah.

Hey Rob, uh, when I smile,

does the word-- I don't know-- "impish"

come to mind? ROBYN: No time, Harry.

I need you to find out everything you can

on Guardian Cash Warehouse.

Guardian Cash Warehouse (typing)

is owned by a Luke Wentworth. It's a

money management service, latest in personal banking. They

handle and store cash for restaurants,

bars, strip joints, even some banks.

Looks like two nights ago, they had a fire.

(whistles) Eight mil went up in smoke.

FDNY incident report says it was an accident--

electrical fire. Well, I just met a family

who lost everything in that fire.

These folks came from Barbados with a dream

and they made it come true,

but now it's all going up in flames.

That's terrible. But if it

was an accident, what can we do?

I mean, what about insurance?

They're getting the runaround.

Well, I don't know, Rob, I mean,

what-what are we... Harry,

when my father was killed,

the case went cold pretty fast.

But this one cop stuck with it. Officer Miller.

He'd call me every week with updates.

Sometimes just to check on me.

And you want to be that person for this family.

Well, I was down bad, but even at my lowest point,

just knowing that someone cared

meant the world to me.

All right. Let's do it. Where do we start?

Well, the family said they can't get Guardian

to return their calls.

We go down there and we ask some questions.

Sweet. Want me to meet you in the field?

Actually, Dante's going to meet me.

Oh, no, I get it. You know,

federal agent, probably better in the field

than, you know, computer guy.

(chuckles) I'm funnier, though.

Right, babe? Yeah, yeah, impish.

(chuckles)

Thanks for meeting me.

Not the me and you time I had in mind,

but I'll take what I can get.

We're closed to the public today.

We're here representing a family

who lost their savings in the fire.

I'm sorry, but like I said, we're closed.

We'd like to speak to the owner, Luke Wentworth.

Mr. Wentworth's not here, but he told me

he's taking care of things. ROBYN: That doesn't seem

to include returning my client's calls.

Were you here the night of the fire?

I was on duty, yeah.

Mind telling us what happened?

I was out doing my rounds.

When I got back, the vault room was on fire

and eight million dollars was going up in smoke.

Inspector said the wiring went awry.

One of those freak things.

Mind if I take a look?

Bad wiring caused all this damage?

DANTE: I don't see how it could have.

This warehouse is pretty new.

Wiring should be as well.

Maybe a spark from that plug?

You think it was tampered with?

Possible.

But no way for me to tell.

Oh, this is strange.

This bill's been stamped with something.

"U"? "N," maybe?

DANTE: There's a stamp on this one, too.

"For L."

Marcus, all these burned bills have a similar stamp.

DANTE: "Unfit... Leg..."

Unfit for something.

"Unfit for legal tender."

Marcus, all of these bills are out of commission.

NICHOLS: That can't be right.

I stacked a lot of these bills myself.

They were all clean when they came in.

Maybe someone managed to swap out the real cash

with these out-of-circulation bills.

Then started a fire so no one would realize what they'd done.

Where are you going with this?

I'm saying I don't think this fire was accidental.

It was cover for a robbery.

All right, so unfit currency

consists of damaged bills pulled out of circulation.

Uh, each one is stamped so it doesn't reenter the cash pool.

I mean, we're talking millions a month in New York alone.

But how'd they get their hands on that much? Well,

ten days ago, there was a burglary

at the Rockford Recycling Center in Red Hook.

That's where the New York BankNote Service

takes the unfit currency to get destroyed.

And no one cared? I mean, they reported it,

but I guess 'cause the stuff's worthless, investigating it

just doesn't go to the top of anyone's to-do list.

So, that's how they got the fake money,

but how did they get into the vault to get the real cash out?

Well, I think it'll be easier if I just show you.

I suspect that the thieves gained access

through this maintenance tunnel.

Runs alongside a underground conduit

so it can be serviced. ROBYN: Yeah, but that much money

would be heavy and extremely hard to move. Yeah,

but the tunnel is wide enough to accommodate two people.

It's equipped with a metal ladder and LED lights.

Where's the tunnel lead? Directly

to the Guardian utility room,

where the thieves could've bypassed the alarm,

pulled off the heist and then reset it on the way out.

But how'd they gain access to the tunnel in the first place?

There are a bunch of points of entry,

but my money's on this one.

It's a red-tagged city engineering building

about 200 yards from the warehouse.

Harry, see if you can track down

Guardian's owner, Luke Wentworth.

Hey, I'm gonna check out this red-tagged building.

You want to come?

Think I'm gonna turn down me and you time?

(doorbell rings)

Hey! I brought you ensaymada.

Oh, my favorite. Hey. Mwah.

I'll brew us some tea. I wish you had

given me a little more notice you were coming. Oh...

Oh, I just came by to say hi. Okay. Sit, sit.

Well, you guys look great. You getting enough exercise?

I still go to Zumba classes.

It's where I shake it out.

(laughs) (laughs) What about you, Daddy?

I swim.

He sits by the pool.

(laughs)

Well, whatever you guys are doing, it's working.

And you? Hmm?

How's work, Melody?

It's good.

The bar's busy, you know.

Things are going well.

That's wonderful.

So...

Okay, I didn't come here to just say hi.

There is something that I wanted to talk to you both about.

Um...

I've started going to therapy

for... some post-traumatic stress

from my time in the military.

Uh, I'm fine.

It's... Uh, there was an incident

back when I was a sniper.

I had to do some awful things.

And then something happened recently that brought

those memories back,

and I started having panic attacks.

I didn't say anything

to you before. I'm sorry.

But going to therapy has helped me realize

that it's important to discuss things,

and I'm-I'm at the point where I want to share...

Excuse me. Uh...

(sighs)

Your father gets uncomfortable.

I'll make that tea.

This place has been offline for over a year.

ROBYN: Looks like someone's been here more recently than that.

Okay, so where's the entrance to the tunnel?

Looks like a rough schematic

of the cash warehouse interior.

This is where they planned this thing.

Over here.

Harry was right.

This was how they got in.

These guys were smart.

Smart

but sloppy.

Guess we're looking for a blond.

All right, I got a blond woman

arriving at Guardian at 11:00 p.m. the night before

the heist. In fact, she's been making regular appearances there

for the past few weeks, always after hours.

Any chance she works there?

The employee logs don't look like

they've been updated in a while,

but judging by the short shorts

and the platforms, uh,

I'd say probably not. Can you ID her?

The plate on her Nissan Sentra

is registered to a Molly Kane,

32. Sending you a photo.

I've been trying to gain access to her e-mail

and photo records, but her social media

is littered with selfies with her

and some guy.

Looks like it goes back about two months.

That's the guard we met at the warehouse.

He was on duty the night

of the fire. Kurt Nichols.

Phone records are coming in.

Uh, she was on the phone with

one Kurt Nichols for 44 minutes that night.

So, she wasn't there.

Yeah, but she kept him on the phone.

Distracted him while the robbery was taking place.

Been using him to gain access.

Getting a lay of the land for whoever she's working for.

Harry, send me the addy. We need to talk to this woman.

(car alarm chirps)

Molly Kane?

Can I help you?

We're looking into the fire at the Guardian Warehouse.

Because your phone records have you talking

to Kurt Nichols that same night.

Who are you again?

That fire was cover for a robbery.

We know you started dating Kurt Nichols a few months ago

and you've been making

regular trips to visit him at the warehouse.

So you could scout the place for your accomplices.

Come on, Molly. We found one of your hairs

on the stolen money.

I can explain that. Yes,

I've been seeing Kurt at the warehouse

because... it's my thing.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

We hook up in the vault room, okay?

On top of the money.

And that's how your hair wound up on the stolen cash?

If there was a robbery,

I would talk to Luke Wentworth.

Guardian's owner? Why him? Kurt says

he uses the place like his personal piggy bank.

If you're lying... I'm not.

If you want to know who stole that money, ask Wentworth.

We will.

If we can find him.

Thanks for inviting me to ride along.

I can certainly say this is a first.

It's "bring a beautiful woman to work" day.

So,

turned out well for both of us. (laughs)

Yo, Captain.

How you doing, Ray? What's going on, boss?

Hey, I see you've been working out.

All right now. Watch yourself.

Say hey to Frankie for me. RAY: Aiight, will do.

VI: Look at you.

You are like the mayor.

Well, it's important to have people see me.

Get comfortable with my face.

Gives me a chance to see them, too.

Observe, protect, connect.

Oh, I see you were paying attention in class.

I don't miss a thing, captain.

(chuckles)

DISPATCH: African-American male, mid-20s,

blue jeans, black T-shirt, suspect

in an attempted carjacking near Atlantic and Grand.

Possibly armed and dangerous.

10-4. Keeping an eye out.

Do you need to take me back to the precinct?

Nah. Happens all the time. Don't worry.

I'd never put you in harm's way.

All right, Luke Wentworth founded Guardian Cash Warehouse

six years ago.

His business took off, he was bringing in

more cash than he had shelf space.

Lots of money, little oversight. Never a good thing.

Yeah, I see you've been reading ahead.

His personal financials were a hot mess.

He's being sued by three credit card companies and BetWave,

a pay service for online gambling.

Molly said he would take stacks of cash from the warehouse.

So, he was "borrowing" from his own customers

to cover his debt.

Probably realized that strategy wasn't sustainable,

decided to go big, take off with all the cash.

That's a pretty big swing.

Must have an exit strategy.

Well, he's got a 45-foot cabin cruiser named Cash Flow,

and he just made a slip reservation in the Caymans.

He's running. HARRY: Yeah, or about to.

I just pinged his phone to his address in Tribeca.

Luke Wentworth.

Federal agents.

Looks like he didn't finish packing.

(clattering)

Wentworth! Special Agent Marcus Dante.

Put down your weapon and come out

with your hands on your head.

WENTWORTH: Show me your badge.

Come out here with your hands on your head and I will.

Drop your weapon.

(grunts)

(groans)

Don't lie to us.

We know the money was stolen, not burned.

Where is it? I don't have it.

We know about your gambling debts.

I swear to you, I don't have it. Believe me, I wish I did.

Then why are you running? Because there are

some very bad people coming to kill me.

I thought you were them.

Who's coming for you?

A-Akim.

Akim Sorokin. He's a Guardian client.

He owns a string of strip clubs in Brooklyn and Queens.

That's Russian mob territory.

He had millions in my warehouse.

Dollars and euros.

Another satisfied customer.

I told him the money was stolen,

I told him I had nothing to do with it.

Bet he wasn't too keen on waiting

on an insurance settlement.

There's no insurance.

I'd let it lapse. I-I...

I never expected to be robbed.

You do understand how insurance works, right?

So now all these people who trusted you

are just out of luck,

including a hard-working family

who's not gonna make it without that money.

It was dumb. I-I'm sorry.

So you have no clue who pulled off this robbery?

None.

Please, just

let me go?

Oh, I think we should leave you here,

the same way you left all your clients out to dry.

Please. Sorokin's a psycho.

He-he won't stop till I'm dead. Don't worry.

We'll find you a nice, safe holding cell.

Sounds like whoever took that money are left

with a bunch of euros they can't spend.

Currency exchange can fix that.

It's worth looking into.

CURTIS: I look

for patterns.

What's changed, who's struggling,

what-what they're going through.

Take her.

She looks like she could be running from something.

Means someone might be chasing her.

Actually,

looks like she's the one doing the chasing.

Excuse me. You dropped your wallet.

Oh, thank you very much.

Have a nice day.

Okay.

You're a natural at reading people.

Remember, I live with a teenager.

(chuckles)

Control, X-O-4.

Possible hit on that robbery BOLO.

10-6. DISPATCH: Copy.

(siren chirps)

Stay here.

Excuse me.

Captain Curtis, NYPD.

What's your name, young man?

Darius.

Where you coming from, Darius?

Okay. Let me see some ID.

It's in my book bag.

Then open it. Slowly.

Nah. I don't have to.

I didn't do anything wrong and I know the law.

Man, why you over here bothering me anyway?

You fit the description of a suspect.

Yeah, I woke up fitting that description.

Okay, you refuse to show me your ID,

I have the authority to detain you.

Let's try this again, son.

(people murmuring) Open...

your bag. MAN: He's just a kid.

Stop! Hands where I can see them.

Let me see them!

Just my phone. Was trying to record you.

Hey, can somebody get this punk-ass cop

trying to violate my rights?

MAN: Kid didn't do nothing wrong!

DISPATCHER: 10-80 on that BOLO.

Suspect has been apprehended.

Okay. You're free to go, Darius.

WOMAN: That cop is messed-up.

Let's get out of here.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah.

Um, I'm fine.

But what about that young man?

Yeah, well, he's lucky.

I mean, what was he thinking?

Going inside his pockets while engaged with a cop?

That's incredibly dangerous.

I need to leave.

Wait, you okay?

Yeah, I-I just...

I just need to go.

I can take you back. I'll get home faster

on the train. Viola, there something

we need to talk...

Viola.

Akim Sorokin.

This is the guy that Wentworth is so afraid of,

and for good reason, too.

Sorokin's strip clubs are fronts for the Russian mob,

moving dirty money through the system. Racketeering,

extortion, an attempted murder charge here or there.

Doesn't look like the face of a man

who walks away from his money.

Means whoever took it will want to clean it quick.

Any luck tracking those euros?

Yeah, possibly. I breached

a currency monitoring site,

and there was an exchange of 30,000 euros into dollars

about three hours ago at Citywide Currency.

That could be our man. Probably didn't use his real name.

Probably not, which is why I'm hacking the security cam

at Queens Global as we speak.

And what do we got? Let's see. All right, we got a male,

twenties, could definitely use more time in the sun.

Running facial rec.

All right, Jimmy Talbot, 25.

And... Well, look at this.

He's a junior engineer for the city of New York.

Which explains why he knew about that red-tag substation.

So who was he working with?

This was at least a two-person job.

Well, sounds like a question for Mr. Junior Engineer.

Harry, see what you can find in his emails and phone records.

And send us his address. You know,

if we found Talbot so easily... Yeah.

Sorokin can do the same.

And if he gets to that money before we do, then

my clients can say goodbye to their savings.

Jimmy Talbot.

(whispering): One, two...

He's not here.

Yeah, which means the money isn't, either.

What?

CCNY.

Same school Niko Espinosa went to.

It's the son of the couple I'm working for.

CCNY's a big place.

Probably nothing.

Then there's this.

Looks like Talbot is a hardcore gamer.

Niko got his degree in game design.

You thinking that might be the connection?

Let's see what Harry can tell us.

Jimmy Talbot and Niko Espinosa not only knew each other

in college, they were gaming partners.

Could Niko Espinoza really have been in on this robbery?

I mean, it's looking more likely by the minute.

I-I don't get it, though.

Why would this kid steal from his own family?

Hard to say, but Niko watched his parents

eke out a living for years.

He probably thought college would be his way out,

but then his gaming degree lands him

right back at the restaurant.

He sees the Guardian driver

picking up cash every week.

Realizes how many other businesses

must store cash there.

Maybe he thought the place had insurance,

his parents would get their money back,

nobody loses.

Two well-educated guys, both resentful

about being stuck in low-paying jobs.

This was their chance to press fast-forward

and skip all the hard work.

Yeah, look, I hate to bring down the room, but if Sorokin gets

to Niko and Talbot before we do...

Then the Espinosas lose a lot more

than just their money.

You stashed the truck, right?

(quietly): 'Course I did.

Chill, bro. We have this.

What about the money? We can't just let it sit there.

No, we'll move it this weekend.

No, no, no, we-we have to move tonight.

Okay, okay, tonight.

I get my parents' money back to them, okay?

Then we're golden.

Living like we got millions on repeat.

Hey, whoa! Get off me, man! (exclaims)

Get in the car!

And then he just walked out, Harry. He just got up and

he walked out like I wasn't even there.

And I know I'm repeating myself and I'm rambling

and you're probably not even listening

to this message anymore, but the point is

it was a bad idea to come here.

And I knew that.

But this was... this was worse than I've even imagined.

It's better if we keep... I got to go.

(clears throat)

Your tea. (sighs)

Thanks, Mom.

Can I? Sure. Yeah.

Oh, here.

Thank you. Sure.

That man can be so difficult.

You think?

Well, I don't mind

that he's quiet or that he keeps to himself.

He's an introvert.

It's just when he refuses to communicate.

Your father is like an old TV.

You have to smack him a few times to get the signal.

(chuckles softly)

Ugh.

I don't know why I thought

this time would be different with him.

You and your father are like puzzle pieces that don't fit.

Mm. Because you're so alike.

We are nothing alike.

Well, you're both proud,

you are stoic,

there's nothing you can't handle.

And you-- when you're in pain, you keep it to yourself.

Your father had a hard time

when you joined the military.

He never said anything, but he had his reasons.

And, you, Melody.

I didn't have any idea you were suffering like this.

Well, I'm working on it in therapy.

What makes me sad is that you're both missing out

on a wonderful relationship.

Well, so, how do I get through to him?

Just do what I do.

What's that? Call him

on his BS.

Don't give up on him, Melody.

Our Niko? No, he'd never

steal from us, never.

Why are you saying this about our son?

I hope I'm wrong. But if I'm right,

Niko is in a lot of danger.

You have any idea where he might be?

No. He's late for his shift.

And he's phone is going to voicemail.

Why would he do this?

Is there anywhere he might have gone?

Anywhere he would have hidden the money?

I don't know.

DANTE: I can't stress enough how important it is

that we find him.

That photo of you two on the roof.

Why are you wearing gloves?

Those are roosting gloves. They're for our pigeons.

Where do you keep pigeons?

On the roof of my mother's building, Niko's gran.

There's two coops up there.

Are they big enough to hold a large sum of cash?

(cooing)

Fill this with every dollar you stole.

You're gonna kill us, huh?

(scoffs)

Your life is not important to me.

I simply want my money.

Get to work. You don't have much time.

(thug mutters)

(quietly): How many?

I count three, could be more.

Okay.

Come out.

Now! Or the kid dies.

One,

two!

Take them. Take them!

Okay. All right.

You don't want to do this.

Finish it. I'm going as fast as I can.

SOROKIN: Move faster!

(grunting)

Keep my money safe.

Aah!

(screams)

(thud)

(commentator speaking indistinctly)

Waiting for the inside!

There he is with the header! Oh...

I'm gonna talk,

and I want you to listen.

Okay.

Okay.

It took a lot for me to come here

and reveal what I've been going through.

And the way you walked away was hurtful.

I'm in therapy for post-traumatic stress,

and I'm making progress.

I thought it was something you'd like to know.

Or at least something I should share with you.

And when you walked away,

it made me feel like you were ashamed of me

or...

that you didn't care.

And... (chuckles)

frankly, I don't know what's worse.

What is it? What's wrong, Dad?

(sighs)

Dad, please talk to me.

It's not your shame.

It's mine.

The Japanese occupied the Philippines

during World War II.

They did terrible things to us.

They starved our children.

Separated our families.

Killed our babies.

When I was of age,

I, uh, joined the Philippine Army, and, uh,

an insurgent group,

the Moro National Liberation Front,

took me and several others hostage.

I was held for nine days.

I was beaten, starved,

and every morning, they told me I was going to die.

(inhales, exhales)

I was finally rescued,

but I still bear the scars.

When you told me what you were going through...

It triggered you.

(breath trembling)

My scars...

are the same scars my father had from the war.

We fought so you wouldn't have to.

Daddy...

why didn't you tell me this before?

Uh...

The men in our family, we...

we don't talk about these things.

Well, maybe it's time you start.

(police radio chatter)

ANDRE: Where is he? He's safe.

Niko, why?

The way you work all the time,

you're like a prisoner.

All I wanted to do was get you money

to buy your freedom. We've never

been afraid of hard work, son.

I've tried to teach you that.

OFFICER: Let's go, kid. In the car.

Well...

they're gonna get their money back.

At least their restaurant gets to stay open.

DANTE: Small consolation for losing your son.

Can you imagine how truly awful they must feel?

Watching your child get sent away?

And I gave Delilah hell just for taking out my dad's car.

Maybe I overreacted.

You reacted just right.

Thank you, Marcus.

And thank you for saving my life on that roof.

Don't mention it.

Wouldn't be me and you time without some chaos, right?

(laughs)

Yeah, but how about we just

go out for some nice, quiet, danger-free dinner?

How about you lead the way?

(indistinct chatter)

I just can't believe that your dad has been struggling

with the same thing this entire time.

And that he actually shared it with me.

Mm. That's 'cause of you.

You brought that out of him.

Well, it's a start. And I owe it all to you.

I mean, I wouldn't have gone over there

if you hadn't pushed me.

I'm just glad it worked out.

You know, would've been

a very different conversation a few hours ago.

(clears throat) Much louder, I'm guessing.

(chuckles) Well, I'm gonna start spending

more time with my parents.

Ooh, maybe we can have them over,

and then they can have a chance

to hang with their amazing son-in-law.

Yeah? This guy? Yeah. Yeah.

Mr. Impish Grin? Yeah? Oh.

That gets me every time. (laughs)

ROBYN: So,

now that you've had some

time to think...

...how you feeling?

Disturbed, confused.

He went from charming Captain Curtis

to just another angry cop on the street.

Well, he didn't get physical, did he?

No, no,

but his tone was immediately threatening.

I mean, he...

he intimidated that young man for absolutely no reason.

(sighs)

It's kind of tricky, Aunt Vi. I mean,

cops have to make split-second decisions

in very volatile situations.

I understand that, I do, but...

I just can't help thinking about that young man.

What happened just... wasn't right.

No.

But the problem is the whole world isn't right.

I was talking to Harry earlier.

Do you remember that police officer

that stepped up to help me out after Daddy was killed?

Yeah, Officer Miller. Good man.

Yes, he was.

He was killed during a traffic stop.

No.

When?

About eight years ago.

He was looking for a suspect,

just like Captain Curtis.

You think I'm being too hard on him?

I didn't say that.

I'm just saying, either way,

it's not easy.

So, where do you two go from here?

Honestly...

I'm not sure.

(door opens)

Hello, all.

ROBYN: What are you doing home?

Thought you were staying at your dad's tonight.

I was.

But, uh, I honestly could not take it anymore.

I mean, all Dad wants to talk about is college.

It's essays

and scholarships, early decisions,

on and on and on and on.

Oh, Dee, he just wants what's best for you. And all I want

is to enjoy my last year of high school.

Dee, your dad didn't exactly have it easy.

You know, his parents couldn't afford

to send him to an Ivy League school.

He had to work two jobs on top of loans

to pay for his degree.

But now that he can afford to give you

an Ivy League education,

he just wants to see you take full advantage of it.

I get that.

But I want to be respected

for what I accomplish,

not where I went to school.

Oh, you will be.

Believe me, I have no doubt about that.

VI: So, what excuse did you

give him to leave?

I told him that I had to go because

Mom was having problems with her brand-new boyfriend.

What?

You did not tell him that.

Please tell me you didn't... (laughing)

I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

(laughing): Your face...

No, okay, I-I just...

I told him that, uh, I just wasn't feeling well.

I-I literally had to stop him

from getting the medical bag, okay?

(laughing): I'm sorry, I know... I know that I lied, but...

Ooh, the truth is usually better.

And that's why I probably

should've been straight with you this morning.

Oh?

Wait, so you are dating Detective Dante.

Ye... We are Instagram official.

(laughing)

I mean, if either one of us had a Instagram,

it would be official.

Mom, I am so happy for you.

Yeah. I am, too.

And when the time is right,

I would love to bring him by to meet you.

Well, we have met, but I would love that.

Me too.

I will make him a dinner he will never forget.

(phone rings)

Oh...

Oh, dear. Okay, now.

I'm sorry, did you just start lighting up just now? That'd be...

It's like she's all of a sudden, glowing, right?

Hi, Marcus. (chuckles)

Hey. Yeah.

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