All language subtitles for The Equalizer S03E09 Second Chance

Previously on The Equalizer...

I'm not too keen
on private citizens

opening their own branch
of law enforcement.

ROBYN:
Come on, Marcus, imagine

what we can accomplish

if we were on the same team.

It's about Mel.

She's been training Delilah
in self-defense.

Although I expressly
forbade it.

She used O-goshi
on a kid today.

Damn near broke his arm.

She's not ready, Mel.

I decide what is appropriate
for her to learn.

Not you.

One of the most
important things to learn

with this skill
is when or when not

to use it, but you'll get there.

You're still gonna
let me train with her?

There's no better teacher.

DANTE:
You're still upset with her

about the training
behind your back.

It's more than that.
I've always kept

my private and professional
lives separate.

Walls are all down now,
and you don't like it.

I don't know
how I feel about it.

* *

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

Hey, yo, uh, give me five.

Yep.

(sighs)

Randall.

What are you doing here?

Can't stop by
to see an old friend?

You know the drill.

I can't be seen
with nobody from our old crew.

That's part of my
parole conditions.

I do appreciate the way
you did your time like a man.

They don't make 'em
like us anymore, Tim.

These youngins
will snitch in a heartbeat.

Why you here, Randall?
Straight to it.

Always liked that about you.

Something came my way.

I need someone I can count on.

Someone with serious
safe-cracking skills.

Can't do it.

Hey, man, I'm finally
getting my life together

And I got no plans of
going back to prison.

It's an easy job.

Big-time money.

Look, you won't have to...

waste your time
in this place, man.

It's honest work.

So, sorry, Randall,
but I'm out.

Nah, I'm sorry.

For the confusion.

I'm not asking.

I'll send you a note.

Let you know where to meet.

* *

Ah, thanks for
a great breakfast, Aunt Vi.

Really appreciate it.

My pleasure. Oh.

Could you please
give this to Harry for me?

Harry?

Just a little thank-you
for a favor he did.

What favor?

Oh, no big deal.

ROBYN: Ooh!

Mel is taking it easy
on you, huh?

No, it's not the work.
It's these 5:00 a.m. starts

that are killing me.
Be careful what you wish for.

There's no whining in whatever
you're Jeet Kune Do-ing.

Cecil and Kat are
coming over for a rematch

and I need you at your best.

Hit the shower.

Thank you.

Spades with Kat and Cecil
again?

You think they haven't come up
with a new way to cheat?

I'm not worried.
They want more smoke, bring it.

You sure you don't want me
to set up

a surveillance camera
on Kat and Cecil's cards?

I mean, to even
the playing field.

No. Because the beatdown

they're about to get
is gonna be criminal.

I don't need evidence on that.

Touché.

Go ahead,
Aunt Vi.

He's got me
in a bad spot.

What was in the photo?

My little brother, Shawn...

with a gun to his head.

He says if I don't
do this job, he'll kill him.

Do you know
when Randall grabbed him?

When's the last time
you saw your brother?

Four years ago.

It was at my trial.

He never came
to see you in prison?

Nah, I knew he was upset.

It wasn't until months later
when I realized how much.

Right.

That's tough.

Look, you got to understand.

It was just us two.

I mean, our parents died
in a car crash ten years ago.

And I promised Shawn
I would never leave him.

But then we needed
money for insulin.

Among other things.

And that's when I fell in
with Randall's crew.

Look, when I got paroled,
I just wanted to show him

that I had changed, you know?

You know, that-that I had
cleaned up my act.

But, I mean,
he won't talk to me.

Maybe if he sees you've really
changed, he'll come around.

Okay, but that's the thing,
is if I do

what Randall's asking me,

everything I worked for
goes down the drain.

And you can't risk
going to the police

because if Randall finds out...

Yeah.

When's this job going down?

(chuckles softly)

Tomorrow night.

Why you?

Why go through all this
to get you involved?

Surely there's
other safe crackers around.

There are, but I'm the only one
on record who's ever cracked

a C.F. Kane-7 safe.

I mean, it used to be
a badge of honor.

Now it's a curse.

Yeah, life can be ironic
that way.

It's not fair.

Look, I-I made
a mistake as a kid.

I p-paid my dues.

This is supposed
to be my second chance.

And the world
just sees a criminal.

From my boss taking
a cut of my paychecks

to my P.O. threatening
to send me back

if I don't pay him, but...

but I'm the thief, right?

I understand
getting second chances.

I'll look into it.

Robyn?

Ah, ah, ah.
Here.

Hey.
Hey.

I still feel like things
are a little, I don't know,

off between us.

Because they are.

But it's not
just because of you.

This whole new dynamic

of my professional and
personal life intersecting.

Yeah, I get it,
things are changing, but,

Rob, it doesn't have to
be a bad thing.

I know.

But it's gonna take
some getting used to.

Give me some time.
We'll get there.

Okay.

ROBYN:
Yo.

These are from Aunt Vi.

(laughs): Oh, yeah,

I love surprises.

(hums a tune)

(sniffs)

(gasps)
HARRY: Oh...
MEL: Oh...

(sniffs, gasps) Oh, my goodness.

I mean, who knew
that heaven itself

could be delivered in a box?

Those are Aunt Vi's

"special occasion" brownies.

How did you get her
to make these?

I think it's her way of
thanking me for, uh, showing her

how to exploit certain,
um, you know, some flaws

in the content, uh,
streaming protocols.

He gave her all his
streaming passwords.

Hey, snitches

get, uh...

Brownies, I guess.
MEL: Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm.

(clears throat)

Just talk to me
about Randall Grayle.

Right, okay, so,
according to the FBI

database, Randall
is the prime suspect in a dozen

high-line robberies
across the country.

And despite having
an arrest record

as long as the BQE
and leaving a trail of bodies,

nothing seems to stick.
Airtight alibis

every time.

And his last job, uh,

an NYPD officer got killed.

Okay, what's your gut
on Tim Fells?

I don't know.
I feel for the guy.

I mean, he made a mistake
a long time ago,

but he's still paying for it.

MEL:
Sad truth is ex-cons
face two prison sentences--

one behind bars and one when
they get back on the outside.

It's a scarlet letter.

What about
the brother?

He spent four years in
foster care when Tim was inside,

and now he's on the dean's list

at City College.
As of two days ago,

he's got no new activity on his
credit card or social media.

Cell phone?
HARRY: It's offline.

I got a program running
right now to reconstruct

his GPS from the last few days.

I mean, it should
be ready soon.
The heist is tomorrow.

We don't have a lot
of time to find him.

And Randall has a history
of being calculating

and volatile. If he even
suspects that Tim went

to somebody for outside help...
ROBYN: Well, let's not give him

a reason
to suspect.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

TIM:
So, what's the plan?

'Cause I'll do anything
to save my brother.

Tell Randall you're in.

Wait, you want me to go through
with the heist?

ROBYN:
Of course not.

Just string him along
until we find Shawn.

Randall can smell B.S.
from a mile away.

What if he sees through me, huh?
He'll have Shawn killed

on the spot.
ROBYN: If there was another
option, I wouldn't ask.

We'll pull you out
as soon as we have Shawn.

(sighs) Okay.

I'll tell him I'm in.
ROBYN: Good. And, Tim,

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you or your brother.

Okay.

Oh.

(squeals)

(Vi and Delilah cheering)

Yeah, baby!

Y'all set again.

Oh, yes. Yes.
Ugh, come on.

(laughing)

VI:
Oh, my goodness.

They're mighty quiet, Dee.

Maybe it's all the L's
they've been taking.

That's what it
sounds like to me.

Well, well played, you two.

(laughs)

(sighs)
Let's call it a day.

No, no, no, no, no.
Come on now.

We're just messing with you.
CECIL: No, it's not that.

We're just dealing
with some stuff at home.

KAT: Mm-hmm.
Oh.

Is everything okay?

(sighs) Not so much.

But you know we're planning
on selling our house

and moving to Florida.

To be closer to our grandkids.

But when we had our house
appraised, we were told

that it's not worth
nearly what we thought.

How's that possible?
A place that size with all that

colonial architecture?
I think it'd be worth

a fortune.
Not according to our appraiser.

CECIL:
What burns me up
is this house

down the block-- same square
footage, but a smaller yard--

is on the market for double
what they say ours is worth.
KAT: Mm-hmm.

Let me guess, the owners
of that property are white?

(chuckles) Mm-hmm.
DELILAH: That's not right.

VI:
I've heard about
this kind of thing.

I've got a friend
in real estate,

she says that time
and time again that

minority-owned homes
come in far less

than comparable
white-owned homes.

Well, that goes back
to Jim Crow,

redlining and white flight
in the 50s.

It's government-sanctioned
racism.

What can we do? When we pressed
the appraiser about it,

all we got
was a runaround.

What's the name
of the appraiser?

Potter. Wallace Potter.

Why?

It's good to see you still have
a good head on your shoulders.

Well, I, uh, thought
about what you said.

You know, me
busting my ass

on a loading dock--

that ain't the move.

Intel was spot-on.

Randall Grayle's back in town.

Should we move in?

No. Grayle's slippery.

We need more evidence
to send him away for good.

But the moment he steps
out of line, he goes down.

That's Tim Fells.

If he's here,
then Randall's

getting the band
back together.

Set up the shotgun mics.
I need to hear

what these guys are saying.

Yes, sir.

DANTE:
Whatever Randall's planning,

he's not getting away with it
this time.

What do you know
about Randall Grayle?

I can tell you he's bad news.

In fact, we have information
he's planning something.

The second he moves,

we're taking him down.

Can you press pause on that?
Absolutely not.

Randall's slipped through
our fingers in the past. This is

the first time he's shown his
face in New York in three years.

We may not get another chance.

(sighs) Well, the problem is

he kidnapped
my client's brother.

He's forcing him
to pull a heist.

I just need to some time
to get the kid back.

I don't know what to tell you.

The only reason we haven't moved
on Grayle already

is we want to make sure
we have concrete evidence

and do everything by the book.

All I need is one,
two days, tops.

You got to
understand,

Randall Grayle is a cop killer.

I personally
had to tell

a fellow officer's
four-year-old daughter

that her father
wasn't coming home

after he clashed with Randall.

I promised that officer's wife

I would bring Randall down,

and that's exactly
what I'm going to do.

If you move on Randall,

he'll assume
our client sold him out.

He'll kill his brother for sure.

Let me guess,
Tim Fells is your client.

I can't let Randall walk.
I'm not asking you to.

We can work together
to take him down.

As soon as I

know the brother's
out of danger.

I don't know, Robyn.

Randall's slippery.
The longer I wait...

Look, have I ever let you down?

You got to trust me on this one.

Can Fells tell us where
that heist is happening?

What he knows, we'll know.
Okay.

The moment you find
the brother...

We'll help you
take Randall down.

TIM:
So, uh...

rare coins?

Lost gold from Napoleon
or something.

All I know is we're
talking eight figures.

I got a fence lined up
and everything.

What'd I miss?
Talking about the score,

but no details
of where it's happening.

TIM:
It's, uh...

it's cool.

What's going on with you, man?

What do you mean?
I mean, I'm dropping
a life-changing gig

in your lap,
and you're acting like it's

no big deal.

I'm just worried about
my brother, you know?

Look,

I'm here, I'm down.
Like, can't you

let Shawn go?
Nah.

You don't seem down, man,

so I'm gonna hold on to baby bro

until I get what I want.
(phone rings)

Yeah.

Uh, I think
we should call it off.

The old man
is getting suspicious.

Then calm him down.

You can't play your role,
I don't know what good you are.

Handle your uncle, man,

or I will.
I want a trace on that call.

That about the job?
Don't worry about it.

All you need to be concerned
with is doing your job.

Crack that safe when I tell you.

Do that, your brother lives.
You don't...

Look, Randall, I swear...
Come back in three hours when

the rest of the crew's here.
We'll go over the particulars.

He's talking a lot
about this job, but still not

a damn thing about
the when or where.

I want to know the second

he gets into the specifics.

(doorbell rings)

Mr. Potter. Please,

come in.

Thank you for
coming on such

short notice.
You were a
little insistent, ma'am.

Uh, before we begin,

is there anything

I should know
about the-the house,

the property?
No, no, no, just that

I'm-I'm considering a re-fi,

and I-I just want to know
what I'm looking at.
Ah.

Please.

ROBYN:
Harry, I just left
Shawn's apartment.

Spoke to some of his neighbors.

No one's seen him in days.

That lines up
with what we found.

Harry reconstructed
Shawn's movements

using his cell phone's GPS data.

Yeah, so, two days ago,
he left his night class,

then his signal disappeared.

Briefly popped back up again
at around 11:00 p.m.,

and then it vanished for good.
Where?

Near a Dino's Pizzeria

in Canarsie.
There aren't any working
street cams in the area, but

check this out. I did a little
recon on the pizza joint

owner, one
Dino Garruzzo.

And turns out he did five years
on a RICO charge,

and that wasn't his first
brush with the law, either.
Wait a minute.

Dino and Randall Grayle
got arrested together

when Randall
was 18.

That can't be
a coincidence.

You think that's where Randall
could be holding him?

MEL:
It's worth taking a look.

But we can't go in
guns blazing.

They could kill Shawn
before we get there.

I have an idea. Harry,

do you own a sport jacket?
HARRY: Uh...

yeah. Maybe.

I mean, I might have
something better.

(door opens)
(entry bell jingles)

Hello.

Hi. Can I help you?

Yeah. Richard Hagen.
Health inspector.

Oh, come on.

You guys were just here
last month.

Yeah, well,

Maybe we should
step it up to weekly.

Can you at least come back?
I'm the only one here.

Yeah, including,
uh, the customers.

You think the low foot traffic
might be attributed

to the "B" hanging
in your window?

Which I'm starting to think

was... (clicks tongue)
graded on a curve.

Do you think maybe
we could, um...

work something out?
Young lady,

are you offering me a bribe?

Because that is a nasty

infraction of public corruption,

Code 387 subsection 2,

punishable by up to...
No, okay, no.

I was just... thinking
maybe you might want a slice

before you start inspecting.
(laughs)

Look, this face might scream
"thrill-seeker," but there are

some risks I'm just
not willing to take.

I'll start in the basement.
Uh...

No, I'm good.
I got it.

MEL (on comms):
How's it going?

HARRY:
He's not here.

Maybe we got it all wrong.

Hey, wait a minute.

Just found an insulin pen.

Didn't Tim say Shawn
was diabetic?

Sure did.
Shawn was in that room.

Wait, whoa, hold on.

Mel, there's another exit.
Down the block.

What? Where?

(grunting)

I see 'em.

(engine starts)

Damn it.

(sighs)

Rob, Shawn was here.

We just missed him.

Damn. Any idea
where they're taking him?

No, but I got the plates
off the car he took off in.

Hold on, Tim's calling.

Tim.

Listen, we got some news.

Please tell me you found Shawn
because we out of time.

What are you talking about?
TIM: He-he moved up the heist.

It's going down tonight.

(sighs) Okay.

We have a lead on Shawn,
but I need a little more time

to find him.
What am I supposed to do?

You're gonna
have to stop pretending

and actually
go through with the heist.

Was just about to call you.
What's up?

ROBYN:
Hey, I just got a panicked call

from Tim about the heist.
DANTE: What about it?

It's going down tonight.

(sighs) Thanks for the heads up.

I'll tell my team to be ready
to take Randall down.
No.

We still don't have Shawn.

Are you any closer
to finding him?

Harry's tracking
a lead right now.

I just need a little more time.

Robyn, this man is a killer.

It's irresponsible to let him
get away with this heist.

People will get hurt.

Not if we play this
the right way.

Which is?

Have Tim go along for the heist.

What?
At the same time,

we infiltrate Randall's crew,

that way we control
the situation.

I don't like it.

Feels like we're playing
roulette on this one.

I know it's risky,

but it gives us a chance
to save them both.

Or lose them both.

If Tim's exposed,

then both brothers die.

Well, you go in now,

you lose lives for sure.

Okay.

How do you want to play it?

This the whole crew?

That we know of.

HARRY:
So if we want to infiltrate

Randall's operation,
we got to create an opening,

put one of these
three on ice.

MEL:
Question is, which one?

First up is the wheel woman,
Lane Carter, master

at grand theft auto.
Yeah, but then I'd be stuck
on the perimeter.

I need to be close
to watch Tim's back.

Okay. All right.

Who's next?
Hasan Abbas.

Arrested a half dozen times

for cybercrimes.

He's their Harry.

(laughs) As though

I'd get caught six times.

I've been arrested once.

Granted, it was by the CIA.

You're very handsome, though.
Okay.

Thank you. I... The point is

is I that could do this one
with my eyes closed.

Good, but then who would be here
helping Rob track Shawn?

Okay, true.
Uh, what about the third guy?

What's his deal?
Carmine Nolfi.

Ex-military. Proficient
in close quarters combat.

Okay, so their tough guy,

security, breaking-
and-entering expert.

MEL:
He's our in.

Okay, but who's
taking his place?

Dude.
It's... He just...

Relax, honey, he's just
getting to know you.

Mighty fine house you have here.

Especially given
your lack of upgrades,

I think you'll find
that I've been

quite... generous.

Thank you.

Are you quite sure?

Because the family
across the street

sold their home for
almost twice as much as this.

I didn't appraise
that property, ma'am,

but perhaps
they did a-a remodel?

A new kitchen?
No, no, nothing like that.

(doorbell rings)
You know what?

I'd like a second opinion.

Mrs. Scott?

What are you doing here?
Investigating.

I got a call saying
one of our appraisers

was intentionally
lowballing clients.

And here's
the proof.

STELLA:
Is this really your work?

How do you explain this?
I-I ran the numbers and...

Like hell you did. I was here
earlier and, unlike you,

did a thorough assessment
of this property.

But, ma'am...
STELLA: But nothing.

You're gone.
Effective immediately.

Not only are you done
in this business,

but I will
pursue charges.

Now get out of my house.

(door opens, closes)

All right, guys, listen up so
you understand tonight's plan.

Wait, where's Carmine?
He's late.

And he better have a damn good
excuse. Okay. Once we're through

the perimeter fence,

there's a
surveillance system

that blankets
the facility.

Hasan?

Malfunction or make us ghosts?
Ghost.

Less of a trail the better.

LANE:
What about a security patrol?

Small group of rent-a-cops.

They're armed
but spread thin at this hour,

so I've timed
their routine.

Ten minute coffee break,

then they alternate at the john
for the next five

and then they're back on patrol.

Reliable as a Rolex.

That only gives us a 15-minute
window to get in and out.

14.5, and not a second extra.

After that the main
shift clocks in

and the place is
crawling with them.

Lane,

you're on overwatch.
Copy that.

Once we get to
the target location,

there's an industrial padlock,
which is on Carmine...

if he ever gets here.

And then all that stands
between us

and sitting on a beach in Fiji

is a C.F. Kane Mark 7 safe.

It's no sweat.

You'll have less than
five minutes to crack it,

so I hope you're right.

(knocking)

Tim, let Carmine in.

Keep your eyes
peeled on this guy.
(door opens)

(door closes)

Whoa!
Whoa!

Ooh... (scoffs)

Who the hell are you?

Angela Yeung.

Carmine sent me.
He didn't call you?

No, he didn't.

Easy, all right?
Carmine called me,

said he was in a jam,
needed someone to cover for him.

Said you needed muscle on a job.

So he sent you?

All right.

Where the hell's
Carmine anyway?

Look, I am just trying
to do him a solid,

but if you don't need my help,

I could just jet.
RANDAL: No, no, no.

It's okay.

You're not leaving.

Not until I get some answers.

HARRY (on comms):
We got it. His phone is cloned.

(phone rings)

Randall, my bad for bailing
the last minute,

but I got to go down to Florida.

My mother's not doing well.

RANDALL:
You're leaving me
in a very bad position here.

(sighs) I'm sorry, man.
I'll make it up to you,

but Angela is top-notch.

You can trust...
(hangs up)

I don't care
what Carmine...

(grunting)

(groans)

RANDALL:
Okay. You'll do.

But if I smell anything rotten,

I'm gonna put a bullet
in your pretty face

before you can blink.

Thank you for calling me pretty.

Hasan, get the hell up.
Lane, collect everyone's phones.

Make sure we're completely
dark on this.

Hey, Rob? Good news.

Were you able to track
that car that took Shawn?

No. Uh, there was no LoJack
or OnStar, but Mel and I were

able to clone Randall's phone.

He received an incoming call

five minutes after we missed

Shawn at the pizza place.

That's got to be the kidnappers.

Yeah, the phone
is in Long Island City,

just under the
Queensboro Bridge.

Send me the coordinates.

If I can get there in time,

I can pull Tim
before Dante moves in.

(tablet beeps)

Randall, I'm getting
a strange frequency.

Some kind of
communication signal.

It's coming from

inside the loft.

Are all the phones off?

Just like you asked.
RANDALL: Scan everybody.

Tim, if you're wearing a wire,
so help me God...

Mel?

Mel!

(indistinct chatter)

* *

Hey.

Who the hell are you?

Hey,

I-I... I don't
want any problems.

I'm from the National Grid.

Yeah. That don't explain
you nosing around.

I was coming back
from another job, and I saw

the lights were on,
and I thought to myself,

"We cut the power off
there months ago."

Yeah, well, you thought wrong.

Inside, now.

Um, I just...
Let's go.

(knocking)

What's the latest?

A woman joined the crew

a little while ago,

and it's been 15 minutes
without any noise.

(phone rings)

Hey, Harry. How's Mel doing?

HARRY:
I don't know, man.

Her comms went down.

She's flying blind.

It's gonna be okay.

If anything bad had happened,
I'd know about it.

Okay, all right.

But is there any way
to get eyes on her?

HARRY:
What do you mean, gone?

DANTE:
There was no one
inside the loft.

Come on, Dante. I thought
you had eyes on the place.

So did I. Look, I don't
like this any more than you.

Oh, please, come on.

She's my wife, Dante.

Randall needs her, Harry.
He didn't kill her.

Okay, fine,
but w-where did they go?

H-How did they just disappear
into thin air?

I don't know,
but there's no world

where this guy gets away again.

(phone vibrates)
Hold on a sec, Harry.

Harry, we just got an ID
and addy on the man

Randall spoke with
earlier on the phone.

Name's Yves

Ballentine.
He's connected to this somehow.

I'm sending a unit there now.

So, uh, why all the effort?

You got some reason
to believe the cops are onto us?
Always

assume the cops are watching
or listening.

Why do you think
I haven't been caught?

Lane, head over

to the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

So, that's where the coins are?

In a shipping container
that leaves in the morning.

Only when it does,

those coins won't be on it.

He doesn't look so good.

Can you at least
take out the gag?

He can barely breathe.

Hey, hey, what
are you doing?

She's right.
He doesn't look that good.

Why you listen to her?

(grunting)

Aah!

Get this off you.

(grunts)

Hey...

I-I... I don't feel...

Just hang on, hang on. We're
gonna get you to a hospital.

(groans)
Let's go. Come on.

(indistinct conversation)

Get us to shipping
container RKO 281.

We got 90 seconds
before it resets.

All right, we got
to hustle. Let's go.

What's this all about?

I know you're mixed up in
Randall Grayle's latest score.

Where's it going down?
Before you lie to me again,

keep in mind you're working
with a cop killer.

Any bodies drop tonight,
you're an accessory to murder.

Unless you start
talking now!

When we get there,
what am I doing?

Inside the container
is a former SAS operative

protecting the coins,
as in Great Britain's SAS.

They train specifically
in close-quarters combat.

Yeah, it's not my first
rodeo. I got it.

Boom. There it is.

87 seconds. Not bad, Hasan.

All right, hot shot.

Open it.

(grunting)

Whoa! You want
a body on this?

'Cause I didn't sign up
for that kind of manhunt.

All right.
Tim, let's go. You're up.

(Mel groans)

What's wrong? Get to it.
This is a Mark 9.

You said it was the Mark 7.
This ain't the right safe.

Please tell me
that's not a problem.

It's a completely different
mechanism on the Mark 9.

You have four minutes
and 36 seconds

before those guards walk by
and see that lock on the floor.

That's how much time you have

before your family
bloodline ends tonight.

Dante, I just saved Shawn.

I'm on my way to you.
Can you reach Mel?

We lost contact with her
a while ago,

but Randall is making his play
at the navy shipyard right now.

My team is on their way.

Well, can you hold back
for 15 minutes?

And risk losing them?

That's not happening.
I'll be there soon.

Just don't arrest Tim.

I'm taking Randall down.
I'll do what I can,

but I can't guarantee
Tim won't wind up in custody.

RANDALL:
Lane, how's it going out there?

LANE:
Quiet, but not for much longer.

Yo, Tim.

MEL:
He's working
as fast as he can.

RANDALL:
He needs to work a lot faster.

(indistinct whispering)

Damn.
Okay, okay, come on, come on.

We're not gonna make it.
He's taking too long.

Damn it, Tim.

Time's up.

We're out of time!

(beep, lock clicks)

TIM:
Yes.

RANDALL:
Beautiful.

Let's go. Let's go.

(laughs)
Get out of the way.

(sirens wailing in distance)

LANE:
The cops are here. Get out now.

The cops shouldn't
be on us already.

Someone
alerted them.

I knew you couldn't be trusted.
I knew it.

* *

(grunting)

(grunting)

Go get Randall!

Stop! NYPD!

Aah!

Aah!

(Mel continues yelling
in distance)

(groans, gasps)

(Mel groans loudly)

(gunshot)
(groans)

(panting)

(grunting)
Aah!

(grunting)

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.
Oh.

Where's Randall?

You let him go.

To save me.

Tim Fells.
(groans)

NYPD.

(grunts)

Your brother is safe.

Thank you, man.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Where's Randall?

Dante...

You said you'd be here.

I had him.

He was right there,
but I let him get away.

I should have taken him down
when I had the chance,

but I let your needs get
in the way of me doing my job.

Dante, I promise,
I will help you find Randall.

Sooner or later, he's gonna have

to resurface
to sell those coins.

Don't you get it?

We'll never see Randall again.

Dante, wait.

Be seeing you.

Dante!

(indistinct conversations)

Are you sure there isn't
any way I can repay you?

Pay it forward.

MEL:
Try to be there

for the next person

who needs a second chance.

ROBYN:
And make good use

of the one you'll get
with your brother.

Hey.

Shawn.

I'm sorry, man,

for everything. No, no, no, no.
Tim...

I-I don't blame you
for not talking to me.

I told you I would be there
for you, and I wasn't.

All right? That's on me.

She told me you
risked everything

to save me.

Man, after all
I put you through?

I couldn't lose you again, man.

Thank you.

VI:
Thanks again. Bye-bye.

Hey.

Everything okay?
Better than okay.

Cecil and Kat's appraiser's

gonna get his license revoked.

Oh, my gosh. Wait!

Uh, look, I want to say
I feel bad for him,

but it serves him right.
Unfortunately,

there are a lot more like him
out there, but at least

we got rid of one bad one.

Yeah.

True.
Well, what about Kat and Cecil?

They're going to get
a new appraisal

at no charge.

So they can finally move
to Florida like they planned,

and we don't got to take 'em

all the way back to Boston,
am I right?

We made 'em walk
to Boston last night.
Yeah, we did.

(both laughing)

Good morning.
Morning.
Oh, morning.

What you two
so excited about?

Ah, well,
you should have seen it, Mom.

Aunt Vi took no prisoners
yesterday.

She put Cecil and Kat's
appraiser on blast

and got them the appraisal
they needed so they can

sell their house and move.

Oh. It's good
to have a friend like you.

Is everything good?

(sighs)
Honestly, no.

You want to talk about it?

It might help.

A friend trusted me to come
through for them yesterday...

...and I let them down.

I'm sure they'll understand.

Maybe you can
make it up to 'em.

That's the plan.

But in the meantime, I have
to live with these feelings.

And they're not good.

Mom.

It's gonna be okay.
(laughs)

It's not the end
of the world.

I'm sure you're right.

But it sure does feel like it.

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