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Previously on The Equalizer...

Marcus! It's gonna be okay.

I'm here for you.

Whenever you need me.

You know I recently
went through something

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

And you know who
helped me do that?

Your mom.

It's about me and my mom.

I asked her to train me.

You know, how to protect myself.

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

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

And I don't want that for you.

And she said no?

Which is why

I came here to ask:

Will you train me?

She's going to do it

with or without me.

If Delilah is not ready

when the time comes,

that will be my fault.

As much as I might regret it,

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

So...
You'll train me?

Yeah.
Oh, my God.

Taylor?

Hey.

Something smells good in here.

Whoo.

Don't even think about it.

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

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

The only question
to be answered is

what do you want it over,
penne or rigatoni?

You decide.
Pasta's pasta.

It's just a vehicle
for this sauce.

Pasta...

is the foundation
for every respectable

Italian dish.

I don't disagree with you,

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

The sauce is the one
doing all the work.

You know what?
Let's ask Dee.

I bet you she's Team Sauce.

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

hear your crazy talk.

School's not for another hour.

Where'd she go?

I'm not sure.

I didn't ask.

She's gonna be Team Sauce.

I know it.

Hey, it's Dee.
Leave a message.

Hmm.

Went straight to voice mail.

And her notifications
are silenced.

She's a teen.

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

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I got to get to work.

Listen, when you talk
to, uh, Delilah,

can you just tell her

to give me a call later,

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

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

Girl!

Mm!
Get out of my pot.

Mm.

Lord.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

No pasta needed.

It's all about that sauce.

Taylor was 17.

She had her whole life
ahead of her.

You said she died
of an overdose?

That's what the autopsy said.

They told me she took
a pill laced with fentanyl.

Any history of drug use?

Not that I know of.

She was a good kid.

Straight A student.

Played varsity on
the tennis team.

I mean...

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

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

not some club in Brooklyn.

Any idea where she
might've gotten the pills?

Her friend, Sienna,

said some guy at the club
gave them the pills.

We talked about the
dangers of drugs.

She promised me that
she wouldn't do them

and I believed her.

I really thought

she would make good choices,
you know?

Hey, we do the best
we can as parents.

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

Not much.

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

but they're not optimistic.

My younger daughter, Wendy...

is a wreck.

How old is she?

She's 12.

She's not sleeping.

She's not eating.

She misses her sister so much.

I couldn't save Taylor.

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

Please find the man

who killed my daughter.

He needs to pay
for what he's done.

Trust me,

we're gonna get
justice for Taylor.

So young.

She was in a senior
in high school.

It's becoming an epidemic.

We know cartels cut their drugs

with something cheaper
to stretch their supply.

It used to be aspirin,

even baby powder,
and now it's fentanyl.

50 times more powerful
than heroin.

In a single batch of pills,

there can be some pills

that have no trace of fentanyl,

and then still others
that are completely lethal.

Which explains why Taylor died

and her friend Sienna didn't.

Police interviewed
Sienna at the club.

She said some guy
gave them the pills

and they thought it
was just ecstasy.

Club has surveillance,

but it's conveniently
out of order.

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

from watching Keeping Up
with the Kardashians,

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

So, I got some bots

scanning #Club25Hours for
the night that Taylor died.

Maybe something will come
up with her and Sienna

and this mystery guy.

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

Don't be a hater.

You could not pay me

to be a teenager these days.

The stuff we did

as kids was crazy,

but we didn't die over it.

Yeah.

When I think about Dee,

I feel like
I've taught her everything

she needs to know
to make a good decision.

So did Taylor's mom.

Maybe it turns out
she was out here

doing this all
behind her mother's back.

Well, Dee has a good head

on her shoulders.

You don't need
to worry about her.

I got something.

In the background there.

Taylor and Sienna.

Is that our guy?

Run it through
the DMV database...

Got him.

Danilo Jimenez.

I'll reach out to Dante,

see if he can
confirm with Sienna

that this is the guy
who gave them the drugs.

And while you do that,

I'm gonna pay
this Danilo a visit.

You call this in?

No.

But once I heard the sirens,

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

So you think this
Danilo is your guy?

At first.

He only had a small
amount of drugs on him.

Looks like personal use.

Probably to share with

cute girls at the club.

Man, we used to just
buy them a drink.

Yeah, and they didn't die
from it.

Looks like candy.

No wonder they're so
enticing to kids.

You reach out to Sienna

about Danilo's identity?

Her family isn't
answering their phones.

If we want answers from her,

we're gonna need
to pay them a visit.

Well, this guy was beaten
and shot.

Somebody wanted him to suffer.

Drug deal gone wrong?

Maybe.

I found Danilo's
phone on a table.

How'd you unlock it?

Used his thumb.

No obvious texts
about scoring drugs,

but he did get one yesterday

from someone named Blake.

"Keep your mouth shut. Or else."

Sounds like a threat.

Could be his dealer.

Maybe he was worried

Danilo was gonna
talk to the cops

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

Well, let's find him
and find out.

Looks like you didn't get out

of that apartment fast enough.

A BOLO was just put out

for a woman matching
your description

as a person of interest
in Danilo's murder.

Someone must've seen me
go into that apartment.

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

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

But I need to keep working this.

You get Jimenez?

No, someone killed him
before I got here.

Look, I'm here with Dante.

I need you to run
a number for me.

212-555-

0198.

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

Good news is,

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

Great. Send us the location.

Blake.

Who's asking?

What do you want?

You texted a man named
Danilo Jimenez yesterday.

So?

So, he was beaten

and shot to death this morning.

Would you know
anything about that?

Danilo's dead?

We have reason to
believe he gave ecstasy pills

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

and it killed her.

That had nothing to do with me.

I swear. I'm just
the bouncer.

Then why'd you send him
a threatening text?

Danilo used to slip me
some cash to sneak

underage girls in the club.

Like Taylor Schwartz,

the girl who died?

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

I need this job.

I take care of my mom,
she got dementia.

It's why I hustle
here and there,

for extra paper.

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

where'd they come from?

I don't know.

I mean, he said
he bought them online.

Where'd the hand off take
place? Inside the club?

If it did, I didn't see it.

I'm posted at
this door all night.

Y'all can check.

Selling drugs
through social media

is a huge problem.

It's almost impossible
to track the dealers.

Just when you shut one down,

another one pops up
under a different name.

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

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

I try to tell him
about the dangers,

but I don't know if he hears me.

Delilah, either.

I swear, sometimes
I wish I could just

take her somewhere in a tower
and lock her away.

Take her phone away.
Exactly.

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

before anyone else dies.

Department finally got a hold
of Taylor's friend, Sienna.

I'll see if she
remembers anything else.

Maybe she saw someone

give Danilo drugs
at the club that night.

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

There has to be
some record of the buy.

All right, so Danilo Jimenez

corresponded with
his drug dealer

mostly through social media.

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

You know, you don't
have to give out

any personal information,

and, you know,
it feels relatively anonymous.

But there's always a trail.

Yeah, digital breadcrumbs.

Exactly.

So, I analyzed how much time

Danilo spent on each app.

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

That's probably where
he bought the drugs.

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

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

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

Look at all these DMs.

If these are drug transactions,

it looks like he was buying
from multiple dealers.

How will we know

where he got the tainted pills?

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

means ecstasy.

Okay.

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

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

They're constantly changing.

It's another way the dealers
cover their tracks.

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

It's like we've reverted back
to some ancient

form of hieroglyphics.

So, everyday kids can outwit

the CIA's most-wanted hacker?

Sad, but true.

Harry, send me
a copy of those DMs.

I think I know
someone who can help.

May I come in?

Uh, yeah.

You on the phone?

I thought I heard voices.

Oh, uh, no.

It was just, you know,
funny YouTube videos.

But, uh, what's up?

I need your help on something.

Can you tell me
what these emojis mean?

Why are you asking?

It's for a case.

Some guy used them
to buy drugs online.

I need to know which
one means ecstasy.

That one.

You sure?

Yeah, E is a party drug.

So, the star and
the lightning bolt

shows a quick way to blast off.

Should I be worried
that you know this?

Mom...

I'm not doing drugs, okay?

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

Because they're using?

No, not all of them.

Okay, I have like two friends

who bought Adderall
to help them study.

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

Okay. Fine.

Dee...

Some of these... street drugs

are laced with fentanyl.

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

But if there's a tiny amount,

I'm talking about
two grains of sand,

it can be fatal.

I get it, Mom.

I'm not doing drugs.

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

Good.

I hope so.

Hey.

Aunt Vi is cooking her
special bolognese for dinner,

and we got into a debate.

Now, which is more important?

The pasta or the sauce?

Both.

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

Diplomat.

Dinner will be ready soon.

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

I could go out to eat?

With who?

Just friends.

Okay.

Don't be home too late.

I won't. I promise.

According to McCall,

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

Can you ID the dealer?

No.

It's untraceable.

There is one way
to draw him out.

Set up a buy.

Use the app to order
some drugs. Yeah.

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

Look at me, scoring some E.

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

I like you better as a nerd.

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

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

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

Uh, Studmaster528?

Studmaster528? Really?

Yeah, that's me.

Hey, uh, listen.

Uh, we were
thinking about having

a little, uh, party later on.

And I wanted to, uh,

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

Sorry, I can't
help you with that.

I'm just a messenger.

I like that.
I like what you did,

that little play on words.

You a writer in your spare time?

No. I'm a bike
messenger.

Oh, right, right, yeah.

Well, speaking of which,

that is a dope bike.

What is that thing?
That looks like...

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

Ten? Really? That?
Looks powerful.

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

Dude, I got to go.

Oh.

I was wondering
what you were doing.

You cloned his phone,
didn't you?

Oh, hells yeah.

Now we can follow him
wherever he goes,

including back to the dealer.

I love it when you talk nerdy.

Sugar?

I'll give you some sugar.

Mm-hmm.

Studmaster.

Am I in trouble?

No, no.

I just have a few
questions for you

about the night Taylor died.

Here, have a seat.

I've already talked
to the police twice.

I've told them
everything I know.

Twice?

At the club,
and then at my house.

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

Who was that guy?

Let's figure that out.

What did he ask you?

He had a lot of questions

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

His name,

if we knew who he was...

What did you tell him?

I said that we met him.

And then...

Then he showed me a bunch
of pictures on his phone

and asked if

I saw the same guy
in any of them.

Did you?

Yeah.

What else did he ask you?

That was kind of it.

Once I pointed the guy out,
he left.

Can you tell me
what he looked like?

He stopped again.

That's the same place as before.

That's the fifth time today.

That must be where
the dealer lives.

Yeah.

It's an apartment
in Hell's Kitchen.

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

Kyle Howard.

Now he looks dangerous.

I'll tell Rob
we think we found him.

Police! Don't move!

Hands where I can see them!

You're making a mistake.

Put the gun down!

Put the gun down!

Now!

Okay!

The gun is down.

But the real killer
is getting away.

Yeah, right.

Turn around and put
your hands behind your head.

I got eyes on our female
vigilante suspect.

Send back up to my location now.

This is not what it looks like.

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

You had nothing to do
with the guy

this morning, either.

Ahh!

Sorry about this.

Get in.

This is what you call
flying under the radar?

I had a chance to catch the guy.

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

How did he get there
so fast anyway?

Someone saw an intruder

entering the apartment
through a window.

He was there to investigate

when he heard
gunshots and saw you,

standing over a dead body.

NYPD thinks you took out
Danilo and the dealer.

Well, they're wrong about me,

right about the killer.

Same MO as Danilo.

Beaten and shot.

But I think he's escalating.

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

How'd you know?

Taylor's friend Sienna

told me that a man posing
as a detective

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

What is this?

Some kind of vigilante

waging their own war on drugs?

Sure as hell sounds like it.

But all the NYPD

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

Especially after what
went down at the dealer's.

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

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

Hell no.

Well, I can't just walk away.

He needs to be stopped.

Can't have someone out there

taking the law
into their own hands.

New York isn't big enough

for two Equalizers?

He is nothing like me.

He's murdering people
in cold blood.

And the best way to show

the NYPD that
I'm not the vigilante

is by catching the real one.

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

Well, if I can stop him

and get these drugs
off the street,

it's a win-win.

The mask is a nice touch.

Maybe I should
make some changes.

Do like a chambray
cape, perhaps.

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

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

Today he's taking out
drug dealers.

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

he kills them, too?
The guy is unhinged.

No, I know. You're right.

I mean, he's obviously
super dangerous.

So, how do we stop him?

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

Right. So...

Kyle Howard was arrested
for possession

and for dealing, right?

And he was bailed out by

Josef Sidorov, right?

Who's a member of the
Denisova cartel.

Cartels operate like pyramids.

So, at the bottom level
you have dealers

like Kyle Howard.

And then you work your way

towards the top and you have

distributors and suppliers,

until you get to the tippy-top,

and you have the big boss,

Alexi Petrov.

He looks like a Bond villain.

Yeah, well, he's ex-KGB.

Dante says he's been

selling stolen Russian goods

on the black market.
Well, there's still a lot of holes.

We can't tell for sure

who the vigilante
is going after next.

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

from Narco to help
fill the holes.

Okay, so, besides being a tall,

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

what else do we know
about this guy?

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

Sienna Melvin, right?
So, maybe there were cameras

in the area that caught
a glimpse of him.

Can you pull up Danilo's
autopsy report?

Yeah, what are you looking for?

Wounds.

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

Okay.

Wow.

Beaten, stabbed.

Shot. That's a lot of rage.

Seems personal.

He was stabbed
in the back through a lung.

That's a Special Forces move.

Danilo wouldn't have
been able to scream.

This was an interrogation.

Yeah.

That explains the overkill.

The vigilante wanted
to get information

out of him before killing him.

We know he's on the trail

of the drugs that killed Taylor.

Is it possible that
someone in her family

is exacting
their own form of justice?

Well, reach out to Taylor's mom.

Find out if anybody
in the family

had a military background.

Hold on a sec.

Hi, Aunt Vi.

I'm out of fresh cream.

Can you bring some home?

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

Forget it. I'll call Dee.

Okay, yeah, all right,

I'm just kidding.

Hey, Aunt Vi.

Dee mention anything to you
about being mad at me?

No. What makes you think that?

I don't know.
Something in my gut

tells me she's hiding something.

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

everything that's
going on with her.

She's just trying
to become more independent.

And I'm trying to respect that.

Are you really?

Well, what do you want me to do?

Just leave her alone?

Mm-hmm.

One hundred percent.

Honey, she's not the kind of kid

who's gonna go sneaking around.

Thanks, Auntie.

I'll call you back.

And tell Dee to get the cream.

Hey, Harry.

The bouncer at the club
said Danilo

snuck girls in the all the time.

I bet you that Sienna and Taylor

weren't the only girls
he gave drugs to.

Harry, run a list

of all the fentanyl-related
deaths in the city

over the past six months.

Oh, my God.

Unbelievable.

Wow.

Danilo worked at Club 25 Hours.

Focus on that area.

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

Hold on.

Jessica Reid.

Age 20. She died two months ago.

Her body was found
a block away from the club.

Was she at the club
the night she died?

Let me check her social media.

Hold on.

Yeah, she was at
Club 25 Hours that night.

And there's Danilo.

Any military
in Jessica's family?

Her dad. Earl Reid.
Army Intelligence.

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

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

Get this photo to Dante.

See if Sienna Melvin
can identify him

as the man who came to see her.

Did Sienna make a positive ID?

Yes. Earl Reid is definitely
our vigilante.

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

Don't bother.

I already went.

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

Accomplice?

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

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

Yeah, military bonds run deep.

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

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

So he's Jessica's stepfather?

Damn it. Police checkpoint.

Probably looking for you.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm turning around.

Let me know what you find out.

I'm sorry about
what happened to Jessica.

I loved her like she was my own.

But Earl? He took
it especially hard.

He and Jessica were close?

After him and Debra
got divorced,

he had custody every weekend.

Every Sunday was like
Daddy/Daughter Day.

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

When Jessica died,
well, he fell apart.

He lost his job,
he lost his apartment.

All he could think about was
finding the people responsible

and making them pay.

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

in cold blood.
They're not people.

They're scum.

We found these in your trunk.

You're clearly working with him.

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

But now he's out there
flying blind.

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

It'll all be over soon enough.

You learn anything from
the breach plan Dante sent over?

Kind of a crude drawing,

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

uh, single story,
multiple points of entry.

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

It could be an industrial
space, like a warehouse.

Yeah, there's plenty of those

in the tri-state area.

We're gonna have
to narrow it down.

Well, Dante's contact
in Narcotics said

the leader of the cartel,

Alexi Petrov, came
into the States 48 hours ago.

Flew into some private airport
near Hoboken.

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

Yeah, cutting off the head
of the snake.

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

Does Petrov own
any property in New Jersey?

Um...

There's nothing
registered under his name,

but, you know, those oligarchs

like to fly under the radar.

Okay, this is where
he flew into.

Lots of warehouses near there
in Jersey City.

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

That means he would
need higher ground.

Can you isolate the ones

that are close
to multi-story buildings?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Okay, uh, that leaves us with

these two.

Who owns them?

One is, uh, owned by a trust.

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

Colors of America and Russia.
Yeah.

Ironic, right?

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

It's called Nasiliye Corp.

Nasiliye is Russian
for "violence."

Okay, so both could
be tied to Russia.

Question is,
which one is Petrov's?

Well, I'll take one.

Mel, you take the other.

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

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

We'll be careful.

Earl Reid is a dad
who lost a daughter.

It's grief that's
driving this rampage.

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

Including his.

Yeah.

Okay.

I got nothing. You?

A lot of activity outside.

This is definitely the place.

But Earl is already here.

Back door was jimmied open.

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

All right,
don't get yourself killed.

Copy that.

Not planning to.

Stop right there.
Who are you?

Drop your weapon.

Rob?

Rob.

Rob. What's going on?

Who are you?

What do you want?

Well, I heard you guys
had a Russian Costco

going on over here.

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

You have a death wish?

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

It's yours.

There's a man in this
building right now

who's here to kill you.

A man whose daughter died

because of tainted drugs

you put on the streets.

Ah.

You came to save me?

I don't give a damn about you.

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

Thank you for your concern.

Shoot her.

But do it outside.

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

Copy that.

All clear so far.

Please.

Do you think
your pain matters to me?

You're gonna pay
for all the pain and suffering

you've caused.

Please, tell me what you want.

I want you to suffer
like my daughter did.

Earl, stop!

Who are you? A cop?

I'm someone you call
when you need justice.

I'm getting my own justice.

This is not the way.

Red light!

Bad sitrep.

You're a soldier?

Ho or ah.

This piece of trash
killed my daughter.

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

I know you're hurting, Earl.

You're living every parent's
worst nightmare.

Then you know
he deserves no mercy.

Enough bloodshed!

Killing Danilo Jimenez
and Kyle Howard

didn't bring your daughter back.

Neither will this.

I have to finish what I started.

You know what he stole from me?

She was gonna go to law school.

Now I'll never get
to see her graduate.

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

See her become a parent herself.

He stole all that from me.
From her!

Earl. Earl, I hear you.

But this is not
how you get justice

for your daughter Jessica.

You kill him

and another snake will
replace him tomorrow.

Send him to prison.

We make an example out of him.

Come on.

You made your point.

Now put the gun down.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

No!

You don't get to die today!

Hold on, Earl. Hang on.

Hang on, brother.

Hang on.

Hold on, okay?

Promise me he'll pay.

No other kids will die
because of him.

Hey. Hang on, Earl.

It's okay.

I want this.

There's no life
without my little girl.

Earl?

You all right?

Yeah.

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

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

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

Good.

That man destroyed
a lot of lives.

At least now that Earl Reid's

been identified
as the vigilante,

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

Exactly where I want to be.

You still knocked out
a cop, though.

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

I owe you one.

I'm keeping a tally.

Oh, yeah? What's the score?

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

You a pasta or a sauce guy?

That depends.

I like pasta.

But it's all about the sauce.

Good to know.

That a yes?

Thank you... for everything.

I know it doesn't
take the pain away,

but at least the streets
are a little safer.

For now.

It's only a matter of time

before someone else
picks up where they left off.

Then we keep fighting.

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

Absolutely.

I heard about Earl Reid

and what happened
to his daughter.

I thought maybe we could
light a candle

to honor their memory as well.

That's a great idea.

Move a little.

Okay, right.

Good jab.

Jab, jab.

Nice. It's jab, jab.

Jab, jab.

Uppercut, uppercut.

Uppercut, uppercut.

Right. Elbow.
Elbow.

Right. Aim this up.

Elbow.

Elbow.
Nice.

Knee.

Right. Higher.

Harder.

Nice.

Uppercut, uppercut.

Uppercut, uppercut.
Right.

Grab my wrist.

Okay.
If somebody grabs you,

don't think, just act.

And then you pull.

Ow.
Right, sorry.

You got that, though?
Yeah.

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