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Previously on The Equalizer...

Please. I've got
nowhere else to turn.

What do you wanna do?

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

This is Melody, one
of my oldest friends.

How's it going, Harry? I need those
freaky-ass superpowers of yours.

Got my cape?

I've known for a long
time what you do.

Not specifically. But I've got a
pretty good idea who you work for.

- Where is Carter?
- Let him go.

- You're pissed, I get it, but we...
- There is no "we."

No more cooperation,
no more quid pro quo.

Whatever this
partnership was, it's over.

A collar like that could
make a person's career.

And the next time I see
you, I'm taking you down.

Elias?

Oh, my God. What happened?

It's nothing,
Mandy. Go back to...

- You're hurt.
- It's a nosebleed, all right? It, uh...

We got that new barcode
system at the hardware store.

Being floor manager,
I'm running point,

and I guess the
pressure's getting to me.

Talk to me, Elias. Tell
me what's been going on.

Everything will make sense soon.

Tomorrow night, you're
gonna be real proud of me.

Come on, Mom, it'll be fun.

I'm sorry, Dee, but I can't.

Okay, but it's a "Shake It With
Your Family" dance challenge.

- And you're my family.
- With a job I'd like to keep.

And the last thing my charity clients
need to see is me twerking online.

No, you do not need to twerk,
please. You can Milly rock.

- You want me... You want me to twerk?
- Or do the... Oh, no!

Look, my friends have already posted
their videos, and they all look great.

I'd ask Kelly, but
she's out of town.

You do these videos
with your stepmom?

Yeah, all the time.

But I would rather
do 'em with you.

At least think about it?

Okay, I will hit you back this
afternoon once I see what my day is like.

Cool.

This whole social media thing,

you... you can't afford to have
your face out there, can you?

No. Monitoring what people know about
me online is... it's my big compromise.

I can't put my family in
danger by exposing my identity.

And I thought you
were just camera-shy.

Just careful.

But I miss out on a lot.

It's just a silly video.

Yeah, but I would love to be the
good guy in her life for a change.

- You already are.
- But it's the little things, Aunt Vi.

That's what they remember.

- And all I keep giving her is excuses.
- Stop. She's not gonna disown you.

And she's not gonna write
some kind of spiteful memoir.

Is she really doing these videos
with Kelly? Have you seen 'em?

Mm-hm.

♪ Fun with it Baby girl,
just wanna have fun with it ♪

- What?
- Kelly ain't got no rhythm.

- I mean, like, none.
- None.

Uh-uh. I ain't
worried about that.

I gotta go.
Someone's in trouble.

I've never seen this
knife or this shirt before.

That's a lot of blood. And
you're sure it's not his?

I looked for a wound or an injury when
he was asleep, and there was nothing.

And then when I tried to
talk to him this morning,

he told me that he had to
leave town for a few days.

- Did he say why?
- He said it was for work.

But he didn't bring his phone or his
wallet or his Saint Christopher pendant.

His father gave him that.
He never takes that off.

Has anything happened to him
lately? Any trouble with anyone?

Not that he told me. But he...

he became
secretive ever since...

- Since what?
- Those are our boys, Sammy and Daniel.

Elias lives for them.

And a few months ago,
Sammy had appendicitis,

and there were
complications and surgeries,

but Elias wouldn't leave
his hospital room for days.

How's Sammy now?

He's fine. That's the thing.

But Elias, it's like this
cloud came over him.

He became withdrawn.

He took extra shifts
at the hardware store

to start paying
the medical bills.

And he started taking
work calls at all hours.

My husband, he's a good man. He's
kind. He's never even been in a fight.

But... something's wrong,
and he's not telling me.

And the thing that scares
me most is before he left,

he said that things
would be different soon,

that after tonight I
would be proud of him.

Yeah, there is definitely
something up with this guy.

He deleted all his social
media three weeks ago,

and he's been using a secure
browser to cover his tracks.

- The phone his wife gave us?
- Wiped clean.

It's a lot of cloak-and-dagger for
someone who works at a hardware store.

It gets cloakier. I ran
the family's financials.

And the Wilsons are...
they're basically broke.

A lot of money going
out, not a lot coming in.

I think I know why. I reached out
to his job at Barham's Hardware.

He was let go five months
ago. Corporate cutbacks.

Oof. He was fired and
didn't tell his wife? Ugh.

So if he hasn't been going to work
every day, where's he been going?

I bet he didn't know enough
to delete his GPS metadata.

Yeah, I can't tell you where he is,
but I can tell you where he's been.

And he's been... riding the 7 train
back and forth all day, using their Wi-Fi.

That's weird. Cheap
place to work from?

- He ever get off?
- Yeah. Hunters Point.

Five times in the last ten
days, including last night.

- Looks like he went into this alley.
- Can we get eyes on it?

There's a pawn shop
right down the street.

I can probably get the video
off the security cameras.

Speaking of videos, what
do you know about TikToks?

Other than the fact that I consider
them the scourge of Western civilization?

- You think everything's a scourge.
- Everything is a scourge.

I just wanted to know whether I
can post one without it going viral.

Going viral's the point.
That's why it's a scourge.

- You know, people can't turn away.
- And you shouldn't.

Hello? Kittens dressed
up as celebrities?

Come on.

- Jay-Z with the whiskers.
- Yeah, J.Lo with the Versace.

- No. Will Smith...
- In the green!

Ah! That's unbelievable. Yeah,
okay, okay. Okay. Here we go.

- There's Elias.
- He's going to that storage space.

At two in the morning?
That's not suspicious.

Fast-forward.

He was meeting people.

- Oh, we got a bleeder.
- Back up and zoom in.

That guy's wrist is
pretty messed up.

Can't see their faces. But
teapots, just like Elias's shirt.

What are these guys doing?

One way to find out.

Ran that photo you gave me through
the military's facial rec software.

- Nothing.
- Come on, Bo.

I know you didn't come all the way
over from your cushy desk at the DOD

to show me nothing.

We got this software in beta that scans
photos to create a full-body blueprint.

And I found something.

This is from a forward operating
base in Kandahar, circa 2008.

That's her. You
got a name for me?

This woman's not in
any databases by design.

Meaning that picture
slipped through the cracks.

- What's that patch on her sleeve?
- 6-8-3.

Classified unit with
the highest clearance.

- Military intelligence.
- What's this about, Marcus?

Professional curiosity.

Advice from an old
friend? I'd lose the curiosity.

- They hosed it down.
- With bleach.

Like they're trying
to cover up evidence.

Of what? Organ harvesting?
Some kind of fight club?

Got some screws here.

- Some clipped tubing.
- Tubing?

You smell that?

- Almonds? That smells like...
- Homemade C-4.

- That's not tubing.
- It's a detonating cord.

They're building a bomb.

"After tonight, you'll be proud of
me." That's what Elias said to his wife.

Terrorists I profiled, they said
things like that right before an attack.

Which means whatever
they're planning...

Is gonna happen tonight.

So, the little teapot
on their shirts

is a symbol for an alt-right
group called the Truth Trappers.

They've been flagged by
DHS as possible extremists.

They're basically a
QAnon-type group.

Lots of deep state
paranoia, talk of revolution,

and references to an
event called The Reckoning,

which is basically the violent
overthrow of the government

by disempowered "patriots."

Why is it when you wanna
overthrow the government,

you're only a patriot
if you're white?

Elias is a family man. He's
got no history of violence.

I mean, the guy, he
coaches Little League.

He volunteers at a soup kitchen.

How does a guy like that go
down a rabbit hole like this?

All too easy.

Sick kid, no job, no insurance.

Bottom ripped out
from under him.

He's actually the perfect
target for groups like this.

They tell him this is not supposed to
happen to someone who looks like you,

not in their America,

that he's being stolen from,
that someone else is to blame.

They just poison 'em with hate.

- Same way al-Qaeda recruits.
- Yeah, with the same violent results.

Any chatter on the socials,

something that might give
us an indication of a target?

No, but, I mean, with all
the lunacy on these forums,

I mean, the target could be
anything from a water purification plant

to the Statue of Liberty.

- How about his pals?
- Video was too grainy to ID them.

But I was able to run the
numbers on the det cord,

and it matches a
batch sent to the NYPD.

NYPD?

A cop's involved?

We're gonna have to
bring them in on this.

Dante? Robyn, no.

After what happened with the serial
killer, you know he's hunting you.

Then let's give him
something else to hunt.

- Yeah?
- Look up.

I told you, we're not
doing this anymore.

Check your passenger seat.

You should find a det
cord and a flash drive

containing video from a garage

at 1722 Pearson Place.

And this should interest me why?

Because I have intel that
the four guys in that video

plan on detonating a bomb
somewhere in the city tonight.

And one of them is a cop.

- And you know this how?
- The intel is solid.

They belong to some
right-wing conspiracy group

called the Truth Trappers.

If there really is a bomber out
there, let alone if a cop's in the mix,

you need to stay
the hell out of it.

You do your job. I'll do mine.

So how long were you
military intelligence?

- Come again?
- Kandahar's a long way from New York.

But not long enough to keep
me from picking up your trail.

You still too blind to see
we're on the same side, huh?

Not even close. You're on one
side of the street, I'm on the other.

The dirty cop, the bomb.

If I were you, those are the
only things I'd be on the trail of.

This just doesn't
make any sense.

The man I fell in love with
would never hurt anyone.

Did he visit any places
that struck you as odd,

or tell you he was
going somewhere new?

That's the problem. He
didn't tell me anything.

Anybody you didn't
recognize come to see him?

- No.
- Strange emails?

Conversations you may have
overheard that didn't make any sense?

No, but I did wake up a few
times in the middle of the night

and catch him on some website.

He said he was catching up on
inventory, but if he wasn't working...

Do you recall the
name of the site?

I didn't see a name, but
there was this weird symbol.

A megaphone
with a giant S on it.

The site is called Squawkist.

It's an ultra-secure
messaging platform

catering to alt-rights who
wanna fly under the radar.

Founded by a guy
named Cody Beamon.

College dropout, pretends to
be some kind of libertarian icon.

But it's a front. He's
desperate to cash in.

He's looking for investors
to fund him to an IPO.

What's Elias's
presence like on the site?

A bunch of posts in the last
few weeks alone. Dozens of DMs.

But I can't access the server.

If Elias and his crew are planning
an attack, it could be in those DMs.

- We got to get in there.
- Yeah, I... I know.

But the whole point of
Squawkist is its secrecy.

You know, there are layers
and layers of encryption.

- Okay, so how much time do you need?
- If the bombing is tonight, too much.

All right, well, Beamon
wants money, huh?

If we can't hack in,
we can get invited in.

Mel, you wanna take a meeting?

So, your vigilante,
was she right?

Yes, ma'am. CSU confirmed
evidence of bomb-making material.

- Who owns the garage?
- Tri-Borough Storage.

Took a six-month cash advance from
a guy with a baseball cap and a fake ID.

Video's too low-grade
to ID any of them,

but... the det cord is
from our supply room.

I'm getting the names of every cop who
had access to it the past three months.

Keep the circle tight.

The last thing we need is the public
panicking about a cop with a bomb.

And, plus, if word got out we were
hunting him, he might go to ground.

Did your Equalizer
happen to mention a target?

No. I have counterterrorism
generating a list, but it's New York.

There will be
hundreds of targets.

Do whatever it takes
to stop this thing.

Even if it means
working with her?

Two birds, Detective.
Keep her close.

Once you've stopped
the bomb, arrest her.

Squawkist had almost
330,000 unique users last month.

Up 140% year to date.

And 245 million DMs.

That growth is what piqued
my fund's interest, Mr. Beamon.

Okay, bait the hook, all
right? A little skepticism.

Look, the high-net-worth
investors I represent,

they don't have political concerns,
but they do have legal ones,

and being exposed by extremist views
expressed by some of your subscribers...

Oh, no, we have no liability
as a third-party publisher.

That's black-letter law.

Did he just ogle
you? Is he ogling you?

Did you just mute me?

We are no more morally
responsible for our users' speech

than a burger joint is for
their customers' health.

All we do is provide a platform.

We enfranchise
the disenfranchised,

and, in return, my
proprietary algorithms

are able to target our
users based on their DMs.

And division drives profits.

The angrier they are,
the more they buy.

We get 'em coming and going.

You have access to their DMs? I
thought your site was all about privacy.

Well, from the government. But
not our marketing department.

That's the genius
part. And it's all legit.

Our terms of service give
us access to everything.

These wing nuts are
gonna make me rich.

But if you have access to their
DMs, how can your users feel secure?

Because what they don't
know won't hurt them.

We tout two layers
of encryption,

but I can get through the
firewalls with the stroke of a key.

Behold.

Okay, yes, thank
you for the unmute.

Now get... get in closer.

Good, good, good. Yeah.

Yes!

I'm in.

All right, later, babe.

Hey, Murtaugh.

My son's Scout troop's selling
raffle tickets if you're interested.

Hmm. It's not my kind of prizes.

I'll pass.

Not a problem.

Have you seen these
message boards?

Politicians owning sex slaves.
Nukes stored in preschools.

How do you even begin
to believe this stuff?

The human mind is designed
to see patterns in the world.

Helps us to survive.

But sometimes it sees
patterns that aren't there.

It's called apophenia.

The tendency to draw connections
between unrelated phenomena.

Oh, the crops aren't growing.
Blame the lunar eclipse.

Except in this case, the
whole setup is predatory.

It drives me crazy, to see these
otherwise reasonable people

sucked in by these hate-mongers.

They use the same technique
as role-playing games.

Participants are intrigued by the
clues, you know, the sense of belonging

to a secret community railing
against a corrupt system.

So the more they play,
the more obsessed they get.

It's insidious. It's a feedback
loop designed to hijack the brain.

- Oh, man.
- What?

Elias's DMs. Nothing specific
about the bomb or the target.

But this is from
this morning, okay?

He gets a message
from username FP99.

"We still on?"

"Yes, but trouble at home.
Staying at 2167112 now."

"Sit tight. I'll bring you
the package at 4 p.m."?

Harry, that's 40
minutes from now.

I mean, that number could be a
mnemonic, it could be a secret code.

Homegrown extremists don't
tend to be so sophisticated.

Why don't you try an address?

2167112. It doesn't correspond
to any relevant locations.

Break it up. 21,
67, 112th Street.

Okay. We got three locations.
One is a chicken joint in Brooklyn.

One is a car
dealership in Manhattan.

And the other is Mike's
Motor Lodge in Queens.

My money's on the motor lodge.

What are you up to, Murtaugh?

Dispatch, this is
Two Lincoln Five.

Bombing suspect just
entered the premises

to meet with at least
one coconspirator.

I'll need immediate
backup at this location.

Copy.

This is the trigger.

All you gotta do is plug it into the
detonator on the bomb and walk away.

- You sure about this?
- What do you mean?

Just maybe... maybe
there's another way?

To stand up for ourselves,
you know, make our point?

You're scared.

I get it. Fighting for
our rights is scary.

But having our country stolen right
out from under us is even scarier.

How long has society
crapped on guys like us?

But no more. They'll
write about this moment.

When patriots fought back against
the system that ruined our country.

You saying you don't have the
balls to take back what's ours?

No, no, no.

- Yeah?
- Sorry to bother you. I'm the manager.

I got a call from the
room below about a leak.

- I gotta check it out.
- There's no leak.

Well, I got multiple calls,
so I have to confirm that.

Look, lady, I said there's no...

Damn it.

- Pick up the gun, Elias!
- Don't do it.

I'm a friend, and you haven't done
anything you can't walk away from yet.

You can still make
the right choice.

Get out of here, Elias! Now!

Don't...

Freeze!

- Freeze.
- Easy, Dante.

Hands behind your
back, Murtaugh.

Seal it off!

Harry, it's me. Elias took off,
and I think he has the bomb.

- I grabbed the plate off his car.
- Yeah, what have you got?

Late-model Ford
pickup. License: XJ43724.

It's a rental.

But insurance companies require
active GPS to guard against theft.

- Can you get me a location?
- Stand by.

Guess I should have
bought that raffle ticket, huh?

- Tell me about the Truth Trappers.
- Never heard of 'em.

I got you meeting with a terrorist
suspect at that motel room.

You mean my CI.

Got you signing out the det
cord we found in that garage.

Requisitioned it for
a training exercise.

Got you with the same injury as
the bomb maker in that picture.

Yeah, I don't know
anything about any of that.

But I do know that... you
just arrested another cop.

Meaning you turned
on one of your own.

- You're not one of my own.
- Damn straight.

I'm a decorated police officer
being set up by a desperate detective.

That bomb goes off,
anybody dies, breaks a nail,

you'll pay for it
the rest of your life.

Give up the names
of your coconspirators,

the time and place
of the bombing.

Lawyer.

Union rep.

I got a date.

Talk to me. What have you got?

Okay. Someone's stressed out.

Oh.

Hey, babe. Sorry. Just, um...
Just waiting on a work thing.

So, our video. I found
an amazing song.

- Yeah, about that...
- Here, I'll play it for you.

Dee, I'm really in the middle
of something right now.

Okay. Um, well,
then, I'll play it later.

I promise, you'll love
it. It's perfect for us.

Good. That sounds
great. I can't wait.

- Talk to me, Harry. What have you got?
- He's downtown. Financial district.

Parked right by the entrance
to an electrical substation.

Downtown. I'm on my way.

Record's clean.

And I ran him through our
counterterrorism database.

No links between him
and the Truth Trappers.

So you're sure he's the right guy?
It's not your vigilante playing you?

Not her style. He's the guy. He
just knows how to cover his tracks.

Can you fast-track a
warrant for Murtaugh's place?

I can reach out to Judge
Yoshida. Because you're sure.

Yes, ma'am.

I know why you're having
second thoughts. Makes sense.

Because you know what
you're doing is wrong.

Who are you?

Amanda sent me. To help you.

She doesn't wanna lose you.

You blow the relay,

Lower Manhattan goes dark,
maybe you kill a bunch of people.

What do you accomplish?

It'll make them see us.

The banks, the...
the hedge funds,

forcing people like
me from our jobs

so they can squeeze
out a few more bucks.

I can't put food on
my family's table.

They're making billions.

Yeah. I get it.

You're angry.

So, why don't you put
that detonator down?

Let's me and you
talk about that.

I'm done talking.

You're one of them. I knew it!

I had to stop you, Elias,
even if you don't know why.

You haven't stopped anything.
We're just getting started.

Yo, Suarez. Tell me
you found something.

Nothing. Tossed every inch
of the place. Murtaugh's clean.

- There's gotta be something.
- Clean, Marcus.

I gotta say, going after our
own, that's not good for any of us.

- Yeah?
- Where you at with the cop?

Dead end. Which is on you
for blowing my surveillance.

Now I got you for
obstruction, conspiracy...

- I stopped the bombing.
- How?

It doesn't matter, but the
guy I'm grilling admitted

that it was just a diversion

to draw the cops and the
FDNY away from the real target.

Wait. You have one of them?

- Listen to me.
- Hand him over right now.

If you think you know
anything about me,

then you know I have
advanced interrogation skills.

I can't serve him up to someone
who does not do the job as well.

40,000 cops in this city, but
you're better than all of 'em, right?

Wake up, Dante. I'm
saying there's another bomb.

So forget your manual for
ten seconds and help me.

I sent you something. I
need you to pull prints.

And don't worry. I
removed the detonator.

Get forensics up here right now.

He's ready.

How you gonna reach a victim of
mind control? Of big-data manipulation?

He's never gonna tell you
where that second bomb is.

I mean, you can't reason
with a crazy person.

Not crazy. Lost.

You know, we had this suspect
in Kabul once. We brought him in.

He was all wild-eyed and ranting
about snakes crawling all over him.

And you convinced him
there weren't any snakes.

No.

I took the snakes off of him.

I'm not your enemy, Elias.

I am your way out.

But you gotta talk to me.

You'll hear what I have to say in a
few hours when the other bomb goes off.

You're NSA, right?

Like I told you, Amanda sent me.

You left your Saint
Christopher medal at home.

Scared her to death.

She told me you're a good dad.

How you would never leave
Sammy's bedside when he was sick.

What do you know about it?

I know what it's like
to almost lose a child.

When your kid has pneumonia

and you rush her to the
hospital in your pajamas,

because they swore that
the fever was gonna break,

but it's now hitting 105,

and you're praying that
you make it to the ER in time.

All you wanna
do is protect them.

And when you can't,
you just feel like...

Weak.

Like you failed
this innocent child.

And your only job
was to protect them.

And then the medical
bills start coming in.

I mean, what's your kid to them
then? Just a debt to be collected?

A debt you can't pay because they
rewarded your loyalty with a pink slip.

- What is she doing?
- She's taking off the snakes.

Well, she better take 'em off a
little faster. We're running out of time.

My daughter's into
these TikTok videos.

I don't know if you've seen these
things. Are your boys into 'em?

Have they gotten
you to do one yet?

You did one. I can... I can
tell you've already done it.

See, those are the good things.

You know, the moments
that make all the fights

and the yelling and
the homework and...

It's all worth it.

I just wanna give 'em joy.

I mean, that's what
it's about, right?

Now imagine they're gone.

Your boys.

Or worse.

Imagine they are in a hospital

with their limbs blown away.

Because that's what bombs do.

They don't care who's a
patriot, who's deep state.

And they sure don't care
who's an innocent child.

Is that how you wanna
be remembered?

As someone who did that to kids?

Kids like yours.

No. That's...

I am a patriot,
and this is a war.

And in a war, there
are casualties, all right?

- We are taking our country back.
- Are you?

Or is that what they
want you to think?

You're right.
There is conspiracy.

Just not the one you think.

You're being
manipulated for money.

My proprietary algorithms are able to
target our users based on their DMs.

And division drives profits.

The angrier they are,
the more they buy.

We get 'em coming and going.

The owner of Squawkist
getting rich off of you.

No. That... That's a
fake. That's a deepfake.

No. And there's more.

CSU found two sets
of prints off the bomb.

Ed Burton, a high-school gym teacher,
and Tim Fogel, a short-order cook.

Both guys called in sick today.

These are worker bees,
not strategic thinkers.

Murtaugh's the only
one with tactical training.

So that's our ringleader.

And he has SWAT training, which
means he would have cased a target.

Which could be anything.

Check his radio logs. See where
he's been the past few months.

You're trying to get in my head

and manipulate me,
but I know what's real.

You know what's real?

But what if you're wrong?
What does that make you then?

A patriot... or
just a terrorist?

Is that the legacy you
wanna leave your boys?

What will you mean to Sammy
and Daniel when you're gone?

Because with that bomb out
there, that's what you need to decide.

Right now.

And you can't
take it back, ever.

So who are you, Elias?

Loving father? Protector?

Or a murderer?

Where is the second bomb?

Murtaugh never... told
us the second target.

Said it was for our safety.

Well, what did he say?

He was always talking
about immigrants.

Immigrants ruining the
country, cutting in line,

taking jobs from real Americans.

He said tonight was payback.

Murtaugh was out
of his beat's perimeter

a dozen times the
past few months.

Midtown, the substation
and Brooklyn Heights.

Could have been targeting
anything in the surrounding blocks.

Searching the other
areas could take weeks,

and that bomb's
going off tonight.

Notify the local precincts.

- Dante.
- Immigration.

It was Murtaugh's obsession.

We've narrowed his target
area to 35th and 10th in Midtown,

Henry and Clark
in Brooklyn Heights.

Stand by, Dante. Harry?

There. Hudson University
International Housing.

That school's a magnet
for foreign students.

Building's hosting a big
outreach mixer there tonight.

Lots of leading immigration
advocates. It's the perfect target.

Hudson University International
Housing in the Heights.

I know that building. Been a
ton of security there since 9/11.

Be hard to smuggle a bomb in.

You don't need to. It sits on top
of a subway maintenance tunnel.

- You blow the tunnel...
- The building comes down.

Please remain calm and
move towards the exits.

Guess we're on the same
side of the street now.

So tell me what
we're looking for.

Well, if it were me,

I would go for something that would
compromise the whole structure.

Like a strut or a beam?

Or a pillar.

Clear the room.
Check those corners.

Cell phone trigger.
Could go off any second.

All they have to do
is call, and boom,

this tunnel, the building,
everything will be rubble.

Bomb squad's ten minutes
out. We need to fall back.

Well, how long before
they evacuate the building?

15, but that's optimistic.

No time. We'll have
to do this ourselves.

Okay, I've seen
this trigger before.

It's got a backup
lithium battery.

You cut one of the wires
from the cell to the detonator,

the lithium battery kicks in
and completes the circuit,

blowing the C-4,

vaporizing us.

Tell me there's a work-around.

Yeah, I just have to
find the right wires.

Been about eight years.

Okay. These two.

- You sure?
- We'll find out soon.

We have to cut 'em
at the exact same time.

I can't do it alone.

All right.

I'll give you a count. On three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Boom, you son of a bitch.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

- And I'm sorry.
- For what?

- For placing you under arrest.
- Seriously?

After all the lives
we just saved?

You don't wanna do this.

It's not about "want."
It's about the law.

Then I'm sorry too.

The law's not always right.

Hands up. Don't shoot.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
- She found you. Thank God.

Amanda, a lot has happened,

things that I did
and was a part of.

I should have told you.

I need to own it now, all of it.

You should have trusted me.

What happens now?

I found a lawyer that'll
negotiate his surrender.

Of course, he's gonna have to
testify against the other Truth Trappers,

pay for what he's done.

I may need to go away from
you and the boys for a while.

Maybe for a long while. If not
for you, it would have been worse.

I don't even know
what's real anymore.

Daddy!

Hey, I am going to
make this up to you guys.

I promise. No matter
how long it takes.

Time to go.

The coconspirators have
been taken into custody.

So the cell is
officially defunct?

Yes, ma'am.

Nice work, Detective.
The city is very grateful.

It'll be even more grateful

now that you can focus all your energies
on the apprehension of the vigilante.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

- I thought we had an understanding.
- We did.

I was going to use my connection
to the vigilante to compromise her.

I've done that. My affidavit.

It sets out my testimony that she
resisted arrest, assaulted two officers.

Evidence which allows for the
immediate issuance of an arrest warrant.

One that, given your
unique relationship,

you're in the best
position to execute.

I was also in the best
position to end this today,

once and for all, because
I had a clean shot.

But I didn't take it.

Meaning perhaps I'm the
one who's been compromised,

and this matter
should be reassigned.

I'll call if your statement
needs amending.

Oh, hey.

Bad news.

Somehow audio of Mel's
conversation with Cody Beamon

got leaked to the media,

and Squawkist has gone practically
dark the last couple of hours.

Which means Cody
Beamon's dreams of an IPO?

Are dead. It's tragic.

- Only you're not smiling.
- Well, it's just a Band-Aid.

There'll be another Squawkist,
another Truth Trappers.

- You take down one cell...
- Another one pops up.

It's whack-a-mole.

Yeah, until we deal with
the greater social issues.

But that's tomorrow's problem.

Tonight, my job is to make a
dance video with my daughter.

- Hey!
- Oh, come on!

What about the viral
scourge? Scourgey virus?

You know why they
call it TikTok, don't you?

Because its time is almost up.

Why are you laughing?

Hello?

- Okay, so, it's about synchronization.
- Synchronization.

- Yes, that's the key, okay?
- The key.

- Mom. Listen.
- We got it.

Just go and set up everything
so we can get into character.

- Okay, okay.
- Thank you.

How's my bruise?

Bruise is concealed. Some of my
best work. Are you sure about this?

I never been more
sure about anything.

This is the good stuff in
life. I'm not gonna miss it.

Gotta fight all that
darkness out there with joy.

- That's how we win.
- I just hope your idea works.

- Ready?
- She too cool.

- Okay!
- She too... All right.

- Okay, let's do it.
- Okay.

- Yo.
- All right?

- Uh-huh.
- We've got this.

♪ If you wanna run away
with me I know a galaxy ♪

- ♪ And I can take you for a ride ♪
- Whoo!

♪ I had a premonition
that we fell into a rhythm... ♪

What is it with cats?

♪ Glitter in the sky
Glitter in my eyes... ♪

- Seriously?
- ♪ Just the way I like it... ♪

Come on.

- Harry, come on, let's go.
- Oh, come on.

Mm-hm. Come on, dance
with me, Harry. Come on.

- Don't tell anybody, okay?
- Okay.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ I got you, moonlight ♪
- Yes!

♪ You're my starlight... ♪

Show 'em how you
get them boat guys.

♪ All night Come
on, dance with me ♪

- ♪ I'm levitating, you, moonlight ♪
- Oh!

♪ You're my starlight ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ All night ♪

♪ I'm levitating. ♪