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Previously on The Equalizer...

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

This is Melody, one
of my oldest friends.

Trouble's my specialty.

How's it going, Harry?
Enjoying being dead?

You got him out
of one life sentence

and straight into another.

Why do I have a feeling
this is not a social call?

I need those freaky-ass
superpowers of yours.

Delilah, no matter what I
do, I'm always your mom.

I know that you lied to me.

Dee, there are
things in this world,

things that no one
should have to experience.

Make sure you send me that.

No!

Call 911!

There's a new cop on you.

Thanks for the intel, Detective.

You knew, didn't you?

That she wouldn't be there.

Never seen unless
she wants to be.

I'm just getting started.

Empty your pockets. Empty them.

Huh?

Show 'em! Wash
them dishes, punk.

Back already, Baby Boy?

- What you need?
- That Molly.

Only five again?

Nah. 25.

Upping your game, son?

You know how it is.

I'm just trying to get paid.

Yeah, say less. We got you.

I'm a dealer, and I'm known

To pull up on
them dealer tags...

Where you at? Hey, give me that.

Man. Hey, get him.

Put your hands down.

- Get your ass back...
- That's what happens

when you steal
from Lamar Starks.

But if you really
trying to get paid,

fall through tomorrow, all right? I
got some people I want you to meet.

- A'ight. Bet.
- A'ight?

You ain't nothing
right now, huh?

Boy, where the hell you been?

I had some stuff
to take care of.

Stuff like what?

You were supposed to
take me to the market.

What's going on
with you? One minute,

everything's fine,
the next minute,

you're sneaking
around, acting all strange.

Everything's fine, Ma. Really.

What's in the bag?

You done lost your damn mind.

Sorry.

- I got to go.
- Where are you going?

- You just got here.
- I'll see you later.

Come back here, Malik.

Malik!

Please, don't even bother.

I read it online already.

Sounds like they still
have no idea who you are.

Yeah, and I want
to keep it that way.

Those rolls. Mmm.

They smell like some of
my sweetest memories.

Grandma's recipe.

She used to make
it for your dad and I

- when we were little.
- Yeah.

I remember he used to light up
every time he talked about them.

Thought maybe they could
help Delilah get through her day.

Mm.

- You set?
- Uh, yeah.

I just...

hope I don't start crying
talking about Jason

in front of the whole school.

Keep thinking about his laugh.

That was the last thing I
heard before the gunfire started.

No shame in how you feel, baby.

Yeah, that's what
memorials are for.

To share your feelings.

Celebrate the ones you love

by keeping them
alive in your heart.

Yeah.

Like how every time you make
these cinnamon rolls, Aunt Vi,

they remind you of
your mom's kitchen?

Yep.

So, when you're up
on that stage today...

Ooh... talking about Jason,

you just remember that
your great-gran, your aunt

and your mother

are right there with you.

Can we go?

I want to get there early.

Yeah, let's do it.

Got somewhere I
got to be, anyway.

Don't touch my
rolls. Go on. Go on.

Malik's a senior this year.

He's got a district science
scholarship to college.

Handsome young man.

Wish the world still
saw him as young.

He's at that age, what
they see is a threat.

How can I help?

He's always been a good kid.

Never been in
trouble a day in his life.

But something's up with him.

He's keeping odd hours.

Jumps when his phone rings.

He's never kept a
secret from me ever.

But now...

You're worried
the streets got him.

I lost his father.

I don't want to lose him.

I know

this may seem like a small
thing to someone like you, but...

It's not small to you.

That's your boy.

I'll see what I can do to help.

Does Malik have a cell phone?

Appreciate the difficult
position this puts you in.

Tracking people like her is
supposed to be your specialty,

but all I'm hearing are excuses.

So, you say you appreciate
the position you're putting me in?

Then do something about it.

Detective.

Little coffee with
your ass chewing?

This wouldn't happen
to do with that article

that dropped this morning?

I don't get you, Dante.

That kind of press,

a vigilante making
reckless choices

and endangering the public,

makes us all look
bad. You especially.

- So why are you okay with it?
- Who said I was?

You. When you let her slip

- through your fingers.
- You haven't even gotten a whiff.

I've only been on it a minute.

But I did figure out
why you came up short.

Do tell.

You don't chase someone
whose whole M.O. is hiding.

You chase the folks
she's mixed up with.

They're gonna
lead me right to her.

Seem pretty sure of yourself.

Don't take it personally.

Hunting big game,
it's not always easy

to know which weapon to use.

Hey, Malik?

Malik.

Hey. Hey, Malik.

Malik. Malik!

Listen, I just want to talk.

Hey! Hey,

- what are you doing? Stop!
- Come on.

Let's go.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Feel cold air

circulating around my ears.

You said you were tired

- of looking like a caveman.
- No, I know.

I just, you know... No,
it's good. You know,

I want to make sure it was
nice and tight. You know, if I...

- I can go in tighter if you want.
- No, I'm good.

Oh, lookee here.

Well, if it isn't our
mysterious vigilante.

I like the picture.

Not sure I ever noticed the
big question mark on your face.

Look, you can give
me a hard time later.

My client's kid
just got abducted.

Now, his mom said
he might be into drugs,

but these didn't look
like drug dealers.

I need you to
run a plate for me.

All right, what do you got?

Gray van. New York BNQ-1925.

It's registered

to Mike Skocroft.

- Who's Mike Skocroft?
- Whoa.

Looks like someone
who doesn't exist.

- What do you mean?
- Means the registration's a fake.

Even the address
isn't a real address.

Whoever owns this van

really doesn't want anybody
to know who they are.

What the hell is Malik into?

Harry, what about tracking
Malik's phone's GPS?

It's been turned off.

Probably by the person
who grabbed him.

I'm sorry, Rob. Uh, there's
just not much I can do

with a plate registered to
a fake name and address.

Check the DMV
file for that plate.

Maybe there's an alert
flag buried in its code.

Matter of fact, there is.

It's set to send an email
anytime anybody runs the plate.

- How'd you know that?
- Where does the email go?

New York Field Division. DEA.

Ah, so the guys who snatched
Malik were undercovers.

That's why the
registration was fake.

The DEA's always notified

whenever someone
runs their plates.

Right, to let them know if
anyone's poking around their op.

Don't worry. I
was really careful.

What do undercovers
want with Malik?

Shoot me the address for
the nearest DEA field office.

Oh, and, Harry, I need
you to do one more thing.

So, did you hack
into their servers yet?

He's still working on it.

I'm sorry to keep
you waiting, my liege.

As much as I'd like to spend
a lifetime in federal prison,

I'm taking extra precautions
to mask my identity.

He's feeling

extra paranoid today.

That tends to happen
when an article comes out

spotlighting our operations
for millions to read.

Don't worry, there's no
mention of you two in there.

Well, I mean, people
aren't stupid, Rob.

I mean, they know you
couldn't possibly pull off

all that stuff without any help.

Which, the, uh, journalist
failed to mention, by the way.

Are you upset because
the article implies you exist

or doesn't imply you exist?

Yes.

A little anonymous
credit wouldn't hurt.

After five years of being dead,

one tends to feel a
little unappreciated.

I appreciate you, baby.

Thanks, honey.

All right, I'm in their servers.

Huh.

There's no mention
of a Malik Johnson.

Which means they haven't
charged him with anything.

And he's been there for hours.

It doesn't track.

The kid's an honor
student. His mom said

he's never missed a
day of school in his life.

Well, not exactly
DEA's-most-wanted material.

So, why are they holding him?

Hey.

We, uh, have an issue.

Don't move.

I don't give a damn
where I can and can't be.

I'm not leaving
here till you let me

- speak to my nephew.
- Hey.

- What seems to be the problem?
- Well, you tell me

what the problem is.
You're holding my nephew,

Malik Johnson. Why?

How did you know he was here?

How do you think I know?

I followed that
broke-ass van of yours.

What are you holding him for?

What'd he do?

Oh, you don't want to tell me.

Because I can have my
lawyers here within the hour.

Fine. You want to know?

He trafficked drugs
across state lines.

So, go ahead, call your lawyers,

but then we're gonna
have to charge him.

You have him on trafficking,

but you haven't charged him yet?

We don't want to.

Not if we don't have to.
We're trying to help him.

Look, the kid made a mistake.
We're not trying to ruin his future.

We just want him
to help us out a little.

You have him working for you?

Let me speak to him.

Just so I can let his
mother know he's okay.

You were the one on the street.

Who are you?

Friend of your mom's.

She was worried about you.

And from the looks
of it, she was right.

Please, don't tell
her. It'd kill her.

And it's not what you think.

Well, you tell me what it is.

They say you trafficked drugs.

No, I...

I went to a party.
Okay? That's all.

At a friend's house in Jersey.

There was this drunk
dude passing out Molly.

He shoved some in my
hand, and it wasn't my thing,

so I stuffed it in my
pocket and I forgot about it.

Taking the PATH train home.

Next thing I know, the
Feds are frisking me.

They were monitoring the party.

Crossing lines back from
Jersey made it federal.

They said it was a slam dunk,

that I'd serve five
years unless...

Unless you helped them out.

- Why didn't you go to your mom?
- How could I?

I mean, she's
worked day and night

making sure that
everything was good for me.

Even if we could afford
a lawyer, which we can't,

it would still cost
me my scholarship.

I'd be throwing away my future.

The only way out was to say yes.

But, uh...

But what?

They got me going
to this stash house.

Making buys off this dealer.

It was only supposed
to be, like, once or twice,

but every time I do it,
they say I got to do it more.

And since you're
not under arrest,

you have no rights.

And it's off-book,

so the agents can change
the deal all they want.

Yeah, well, they
just changed it again.

Now they saying I got to
plant a bug at the house.

I mean, if I get caught...

You won't get caught.

Because you're not doing it.

We will put an end
to this right now.

Okay.

You talked to him. You good?

Actually, I'm not.

Threatening my nephew

over a few tabs of X he
didn't even know he had?

Forcing him to put his
life at risk to do your job?

We're not making
him do anything.

We're giving him a choice.

Ruin his future
or risk his life?

What kind of choice is that?

His.

Your aunt seems to think
we're treating you unfairly.

That what you think?

'Cause you're in control here.

You're free to walk out
that door anytime you want.

But then you know
what'll happen.

I'll do it.

Hmm?

I'll stay.

Well, looks like
we're done here.

Listen,

you stay strong.

That's my new number. You
call me if you need me, nephew.

They were blackmailing
him, and all I could do

was sit there and take it.

Now they have this kid
planting a bug in a stash house.

Why are the Feds
outsourcing an investigation

of a drug gang to a
teen with zero training?

I mean, is-is that
really their best move?

It's their easiest move.

Kids like Malik are free,
expendable and easy to intimidate.

Leveraging teens
for minor infractions

and putting them in
high-risk situations?

That's got to be illegal.

Well, it should
be, but it isn't.

And a lot of them
end up getting killed.

They get away with it because

most of these kids are from
disadvantaged neighborhoods.

Don't have advocates.

Well, this kid's got us,
so what's our best play?

He's going back in today.

We have to find
that stash house.

Keep him from
ending up a statistic.

Look, even if I could
get back into the servers,

this-this operation's probably
off-book because of Malik.

Investigation
into a local player,

DEA would have to
be leaning on cops.

Meaning the NYPD might have
intel on the stash house location.

Spoke to my
friends in Narcotics.

The Feds are being
tight-lipped on this one,

but they did tell
Narcotics to steer clear

of 167th and Douglas in Jamaica.

167th and Douglas.

Any idea whose turf that is?

Yeah. Sixth Street Mafia.

Operation run by a player
named Lamar Starks.

What's his rep?
Ambitious and ruthless.

He makes your kid, he
won't hesitate to smoke him.

Thanks, Marcus.

Listen, watch
your six out there.

'Cause the new guy's digging

into your world. D.A.'s
lit a fire under his ass

because of that article.

Let him dig.

I've been chased by better.

True. But even a blind squirrel
finds a nut once in a while.

Look, don't be so nervous.

All you got to do

is put this somewhere
out of the way

while you make the buy.

What if they see?

Anything goes south,
say the safe word,

and we'll pull you.

"I told my moms
I'd be home soon."

I told my moms I'd be home soon.

I told my moms I'd be home soon.

164th and Douglas. That's
a good spot for dealing.

Easy subway access.
No stores to draw patrols.

Anything stand out?

Look at the three
homes on the corner.

Blacked-out windows.
One of them has got to be

- our stash house.
- Check property records.

See if any are abandoned.

What'd you find on Lamar Starks?

Dante was being kind.

Has a dozen aggravated assaults.

Suspect in two homicides.

Deals coke, black tar heroin,

and has been
expanding into opioids.

Set off a turf war with a
rival gang named K-Block.

Malik is not about
that street life.

Starks will eat him alive.

All right, pulled up
the property records.

Looks like you're
going to 824 Douglas.

Condemned three years ago.

Been abandoned ever since.

Easy pickings for a dealer
looking to set up shop.

Yeah, and we got front-row seats

to the action thanks to a couple of
doorbell cams in the neighborhood.

Here comes Malik.

McCall, he's going in.

Damn it.

Baby Boy in the house.

What's up, Devon?

Where is everyone?

Oh, they'll be here.

Have a seat.

So, what's your plan?

What do you mean?

Mean if you don't want your face

on the front of your
homey's T-shirt,

then you need a plan. Feel me?

Don't trip, man.

We got you.

Hey, what up?

Yeah, I got him.

A'ight.

A'ight.

Everything good?

Any reason it shouldn't be?

No.

No, I'm just saying.

What?

Hmm? What you saying?

Just saying.

Robyn, how far away are you?

About five minutes. Why?

Lamar Starks just showed,
and he brought muscle.

Either Malik's
made an impression

- and he wants to meet him...
- Yeah.

Or they're onto him and
Starks is there to end him.

Well, I'm not waiting
to find out which.

As soon as I get there,
I'm pulling him out.

You sure you want
to do that, Rob?

I mean, won't the DEA
step in if there's trouble?

Like I trust them
to look out for him.

They're the reason he's
there in the first place.

This him?

Yep.

Come on, let's go, Baby Boy.

Wait. Wait, wait,
wait. Where we going?

I told my moms I'd be home soon.

- That's the safe word. Let's go.
- No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He's-he's just
panicking. He's fine.

Let's go.

What if they made him?

Look, if we rush in
now, he's dead anyway.

Let's just see where it goes.

What, you want to
blow six months of work?

Hey.

It's that woman, the aunt.

- Hey.
- Where is he?

- Where's Malik?
- He's not inside?

- They're gone. All of them.
- What the hell

- are you doing here?
- You let them take him?

Why didn't you pull him out?

Look, I don't know
who you think you are,

but you're interfering
with a federal investigation

right now. Do you
understand that?

Tell me you put
a tracker on him.

She's right. They're gone.

- What?
- You didn't, did you?

- Do you know where they're taking him?
- Did you hear what I said?

- You're...
- Yeah, I heard you.

You want to haul me in? Do it.

Then I can put on
record exactly how

and why you lost
an 18-year-old kid

you were sworn to protect.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

For all you know, they
took him to kill him.

You better pray he's
unharmed when I find him.

Or you're both gonna answer.

Come on, Harry, tell
me you found them.

I-I don't even know
what I'm looking for here.

I mean, they must have
had a car parked out back.

Look, we're checking
all the traffic cams,

so maybe we'll get lucky.

Yeah, I wouldn't count on it.
There's six freeway entrances

nearby... they could've
taken any one of them.

Come on, Malik, where are you?

Come on, come on, come
on, where the fuzz at...

What's the word
on that thing, man?

Uh-uh, that's not
gonna work, man.

He ain't gonna like that.

Yo, Dominicans say
they need more time.

Yeah, what the hell
I look like, a bank?

Send some hitters.

Make it messy.

Thought it was a game

Got to run up that
bag, I say must, bruh

Putting in that work
don't take much, bruh...

Harry, hold up. It's
Malik... he's calling me.

Malik?

He must have his sound off.

I think he's
trying to signal us.

Can you track his phone?

Uh, his GPS is still off. I
can triangulate his signal

but it’s gonna take a minute.

We're about to pass Frankie's.

Can we grab a
burger or something?

Harry, did you get that?

I'm on it.

Yeah, started as a dream

Yo.

My advice? Shut the hell up.

I'm the man around my way...

There are three
Frankie's in Queens.

There, that's the closest
one to the stash house.

119th and Sutphin, okay.

That'll help us with
the traffic cams.

Attaboy, Malik.

Dee? Hey! Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What's going on? Why
aren't you in school?

Aunt Vi, no disrespect,

but you probably don't
want to talk to me right now.

Dee.

Dee!

Harry, any updates?

I had 'em... they're in a
black SUV, but I lost coverage.

- What?
- Hey, don't shoot the messenger, man!

They made a left a few minutes
ago on 51st and Thompson.

I-I haven't been able to
pick 'em back up since.

We still have audio on
Malik's phone, though.

Let's hear.

Yo, young blood, out the car.

Come on, come on.

Heard you trying to get paid.

If that's the case, you need
a family to watch your back.

Know what I mean?

You see that barbershop?

There's a fat-ass
lame named Simms.

Gets a shave there every week.

He been trying to
muscle in on our territory.

Now, fat man get a chicken
parm from Mamma C's

delivered every time he there.

But today there's gonna
be a new delivery boy.

I-I-I don't think
I'm the one for this.

I don't think you understand.

It's not like you have a choice.

How's the kid?

He got in a car with Lamar
Starks. We were tracking him.

Last seen at 51st and Thompson.

Thompson Street?

What's Starks doing
all the way over there?

That's K-Block turf.

We got audio
through Malik's phone.

Something about sending
him into a barbershop

just before we lost signal.

Does that mean anything to you?

Wait... a barbershop?

Hold up, bruh.

Delivery from Mama C's.

Thanks.

Uh, delivery from Mama C's?

- For Simms.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow your roll. I'll take that.

Yo, hold up.

Your tip, Lil Man.

Thanks.

Yo, G.

What happened to Frito?

Uh, he's out today.

Yeah, I ain't seen you
before. Papa Tony hire you?

Yeah. Yeah.

That's interesting.

'Cause Papa Tony
passed away last year.

Clean.

Check the bag.

Bomb!

- You gonna die! I didn't know!
- I'm telling you I didn't know!

Easy! Everybody just chill out.

Take the bag out
back. Put it in a sewer.

Carefully.

Won't mess nothing
up down there.

Water will disable it.

- No, no...
- Yeah.

You in a world
of hurt, little man.

Malik!

Get in!

Detective Mallory,
what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same.

I'm responding to an incident.

Someone used the K-Block
guys for target practice.

Any idea who?

A rival dealer was
seen leaving the area.

Lamar Starks.

Head of the Sixth Street Mafia.

Interesting. From what I caught

on the scanner, a witness
description of the shooter

sounded an awful
lot like our vigilante.

She taking sides
in a turf war now?

I don't know
anything about that.

You sure? Because it
seems like wherever she is,

you're not far behind.

You were first on
the scene here, right?

Just doing my job, Detective.

Of course.

I'm gonna do mine.

It's Mallory.

I want everything we
got on Lamar Starks,

head of The Sixth Street Mafia.

Hey.

This is my friend Mel.

- She's gonna take you somewhere safe.
- Hi.

Hey, uh, but...

what about my mom?

What if Lamar
finds where I live?

We've made
arrangements for her, too.

My baby!

Mom, I-I messed up.

- I let you down.
- Look at me, Malik.

The only way you
could ever let me down

was if you didn't come home.

Whatever this is, we'll
get through it together.

Come here.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Thank you.

Thank God he's okay.

But by my math,
including the Feds,

he now has three
gangs after him.

Yeah. Just get 'em
to the safehouse.

Keep 'em secure until we
can figure out what to do.

Okay.

Hey, Auntie.

What happened?

Aunt Vi told me
about the memorial.

You okay?

Well, according to every kid

who got up to speak,
they were all Jason's best

and closest friend.

Meanwhile, 90% of them
never even spoke to Jason

when he was alive.

And so you walked out.

And you tossed your eulogy.

I didn't want to be one of them.

I mean, they were using
my friend... who died...

To make themselves
more important.

For some people,
tragedy's a magnet.

A chance to say they
escaped a brush with danger

and lived to tell the tale.

Okay, but they didn't.

They have no idea
what it was like.

What he was like.

So I am putting them on blast.

Okay, the whole school is
gonna know how full of it they are.

And that'll make
you feel better?

Yes!

For how long?

Do you think you're
gonna change them?

No.

I mean, but...

what do I do, Mom?

I mean, just let them
get away with it?

I have to stick up for Jason.

Of course you do.

I'm just wondering...

is that the way Jason
would want to be defended?

What do you mean?

I mean,

what you decide to do is
part of Jason's legacy, too.

How do you want him
to be remembered?

By those words?

Or by these?

Baby, some people's minds
aren't worth trying to change.

Not once they've
shown you who they are.

Okay, so they've

shown us who they are.

How's that gonna save Malik?

Greed.

These gangs
aren't much different

than the warlords in Mogadishu.

They all had one
thing in common.

They all wanted more.

Made 'em blind.

So when the CIA sent me in, I
used that greed against them.

The Feds used Malik because
they were greedy for the bust.

Lamar moved on Simms
because he's greedy for territory.

And Simms wants
to expand his empire.

We can use that.

What are you thinking?

Something risky.

But if we pull it
off, we can end this.

But I'm gonna need your help.

You had me at risky.
What's the plan?

Have to admit, I'm
surprised to see you, Miss...

You don't get my name.

And I'm not here
to answer questions

about the barbershop or Malik.

Feel free to run prints.

You won't find anything.

Who are you?

Let's say I'm an
interested party.

With a lot of people
interested in you.

What's to stop us from
calling the NYPD right now?

You want Sixth Street Mafia.

And I can help.

Not just them.

K-Block, too.

That'd be a pretty solid flex,

busting Lamar Starks
and Charles Simms.

No way you can deliver that.

You read that article.

That only scratches the
surface of what I'm capable of.

What do you get out of it?

Malik.

If I succeed, you cut him loose.

Permanently.

And if you fail?

Then I'm out of your hair.

Permanently.

You win either way.

So...

what do you say?

Here's everything Narcotics
has on Lamar Starks.

- Locations?
- A complete work-up.

Thanks.

Yeah, happy hunting.

Hello, Lamar.

DEA.

Up against the car.

What you want with
me? I ain't did nothing.

Oh, you've done plenty.

Dominicans still trippin'?

Cap another one. Yo, Devon,

bring those keys in here.

DEA's had a bug in your
stash house for months.

You're looking at a long
vacay at the Rikers B and B.

Lucky for you,

it's not you we're after.

We want Charles Simms.

I ain't got nothing to
do with the fat man.

Oh, I wouldn't call a botched
barbershop hit nothing.

Looks to me

like you're as anxious to
get rid of Simms as we are.

Simms made a mistake.

He didn't stay in the hood.

He started moving
on zip codes that, uh...

certain people care about.

We can't have that.

Help us take him down

and we'll look the other way
as you soak up his territory.

You must think I'm a fool.

I thought you were
a businessman.

Look, we put Simms away, we
know someone's gonna take his place.

Might as well be someone
that we have a deal with.

Snitch?

Nah, you got me twisted.

Do you want to level up?

Be a kingpin?

'Cause this is how it happens.

We help each other.

And we both get paid.

So you in the game?

Yeah, you think I do
this for my pension?

Give a taste, get a taste.

There's no reason
we can't all win.

What you got in mind?

I just need you...

to make a call.

Killing each other don't
do either of us no good.

So not only am
I offering a truce,

but I propose we
combine our crews

and take over the city.

Look, I know it sounds crazy,

especially after the barber
shop, but the big homies

sat me down, told
me I was wildin'.

So as a show of good faith,

I'm offering a bag and
that black to go with it.

That ain't nothing.

It's enough to
make your life hard.

But this is not about you.

We've been onto
Starks for months.

DEA sees this peace offering

as a chance to take Lamar down.

With the amount of cash
and product he'll be bringing,

we'll have everything we need

to put him away
for a very long time.

Lady, Starks
doesn't want a truce.

He wants to smoke me.

Well, we know that.

But what he doesn't know
is that we're on to him.

And we're backing you.

What?

You didn't know that?

Why do you think you're sitting
here instead of in the yard?

We like how you do business.

With minimal violence.

The DEA would rather
have someone with restraint

sitting at the top
of the pyramid.

Or you could not play ball

and we'll come after you, too.

Unless Lamar gets to you first.

Starks, it's Simms.

I accept your offer.

Yeah, bet.

I'll be in touch with
when and where.

He buy it?

Doubt it.

Fat man is smart.

He'll try something.

Make sure the boys is ready.

What about the Feds?

All I know is we gonna
finish what we started.

Feds can arrest a
corpse, all I care.

I give the signal,

the boys take out Simms.

And anybody else can get it
as long as my hands stay clean.

The boys in position?

Yeah, you know it.

You give the signal, they
gonna light it up out there.

Appreciate you coming out.

You got nerve, Starks.

What you pulled
at the barber shop.

Yeah, that's why we here.

To make that right.

See, that's the problem
with you youngsters.

You don't respect...

How the hell did she get
them both to wear wires?

You got to give
respect to get respect...

How's it going?

Almost too well.

Wish I could see their
faces when they realize

that they've totally
incriminated themselves

and they don't actually
have a deal with the Feds.

Davis, it's me.

I followed Starks to
some kind of meet.

Probably a drug exchange.

I'm gonna need
all available units.

453 Industry.

No sirens.

You got it. You
find the vigilante?

No, but if she's
working with Starks,

she'll be here somewhere.

I want checkpoints
on all roads leading in

and out of this location.

What the...

Be careful what you ask for.

Hang up.

Your phone.

Weapon.

I thought you were
smarter than this.

You know what the sentence
is for threatening an officer?

Yeah, zero days in jail
if you can't bring me in.

You're making a huge mistake.

Maybe. But I'm stopping you
from making an even bigger one.

Trust me when I say
you don't want any part

of what's going
down here tonight.

Call your guy.

Call off the backup.

Now.

You got the stuff?

Or we just out here jawin'?

I got it.

You agree to terms?

Smart choice.

DEA! You're under arrest!

Move this way!

Do not move!

Hands up where I can see them!

Behind your back now!

All right, let's move.
Come on, man.

You were right
about Lamar's guys.

Thanks for the tip.

And thank you for the
heads up on Mallory.

I owe you.

That was all my pleasure.

I know it was.

But I got you a little something
anyway just to show my appreciation.

Big game hunting, huh?

Shut up, will you?

Just uncuff me.

Not much fun when the
lion's got the gun, is it?

Good thing she
stopped you, though.

You almost blew a
major federal operation.

So,

thanks to overwhelming
evidence, Starks, Simms

and their organizations

are no longer a threat
to Malik or the city.

Not bad for the vigilante

and her nameless,
unrecognized team.

You still on that article?

Little bit.

I just wish more had changed.

We may have saved Malik, but
the DEA is gonna keep extorting kids.

More lives will be
lost and there's nothing

we can do about it.

Maybe not.

But maybe we can shine a light.

So shine a light on me

Shine a light on me...

Excuse me, I'm supposed
to meet someone.

You're looking
for the vigilante?

The one you wrote
the article about?

She's not coming.

But she thinks we have
a story you'll want to hear.

Burn, let it burn

Make it bright so
they all can see...

Director wants to see you guys.

What about?

I'm guessing your jobs.

Wild boy trying to
keep it in control...

Detective Mallory.

Give us a minute, Lou.

Oh lord...

Did I choose the wrong
man for this job again?

No, ma'am.

Then convince me otherwise.

She's slippery.

But last night
proved me right...

The way to find her is by
looking into her associates.

My mistake...

I've been looking
at the wrong one.

Make it bright so
they all can see

Shine a light on me.

Can I tell you a secret?

We had a game...

where we thought up ways
we could save the future.

It could be serious or...

or silly, but...

one of the things
Jason really believed

was that an act of caring
can change someone's world.

A smile...

A smile can change
someone's day.

But so can a bullet.

The last thing...

Jason did before
he was shot was...

turn to me and smile.

It was always there
when I needed it most.

And it was always...

impossible not to smile back.

He believed the
best about people...

and life and he was smart.

But he never put anyone down
for not knowing what he knew.

You know, he actually made
you feel better about yourself.

And I was so lucky...

so incredibly lucky

to call him my friend.

And in all the versions of...

the better world
that we imagined...

Jason and I were best friends.

But one thing we never imagined

was... a world where
Jason wasn't in it.

And I miss him.

I miss him every day.

And...

I just wanted you all to know

who he really was.

My girl.