All language subtitles for 06. DOA

Previously on The Equalizer... Ah, come on.

You can't just show up
anytime you want.

I was thinking maybe
I could take your boys

to the game tonight.

Dad, where's Grandpa?

Just got a text
from Grandpa.

He's not gonna make it.
His car broke down.

Everything all right?

My parents are fighting
over my custody.

Everything'sawesome.

Are you willing to quit your job
to raise her?

Are you willing to quit doing

whatever the hell
it is you're doing?

See, secrets like this
are exactly why

we didn't work out.

SPORTSCASTOR [over radio]:
...lead with two outs, and

one, two, pitch. Struck him out.

And the inning is over.

Little extra heavy lifting...

Get on the ground.

Don't-don't shot.

Please.
Check the back.

Do you guys even know
what you're stealing?

No, I heard this sound,

and I was,
I was literally snoring

in the movie theater
when Dee woke me up.

- Oh, was she embarrassed?
- Embarrassed? Please.

She laughed at me.
Why would--

What did she expect
taking me to a 8:00 movie

that's four hours long?

Mm-mm. That's too much.

- What's going on, baby girl?
- Nothing.

Just the end
of the world.

Is that teen code for

"the boy I like
doesn't like me back"?

What? No.

I'm literally talking about
the end of the world.

Mark Jamison is
giving a speech today

- at Washington Square Park.
- Oh, is he that guy

that insists that
- climate change isn't real?
- Yes.

Our planet is dying,

and every time he speaks,
he spreads more lies

about how it's all being
blown out of proportion.

Worst part is, is some people
actually believe him.

Some people don't want
to hear the truth.

They just want to believe
what they want to believe.

I know. And look,
I get that he has a right

to speak his mind
or whatever, but...

God, it just,
it makes me furious

that the city would legitimize
him by giving him a platform.

He's allowed
to voice his opinions,

and you have the right
to voice yours

in whatever way
you can.

Mm-hmm. You're right.

You know, in my Berkley days,

I couldn't get to a class
without going through a protest,

and some of those were
pretty effective.

That is a great idea, Auntie.

Oh, my gosh.

You know what? It looks like
people are planning

on protesting already.

Yeah. You know, this guy,
if he wants to

spew his lies,
then I will speak the truth

even louder.

Okay, slow your roll.

Uh, watch yourself.

I'm proud of you
for speaking your mind,

but some of these protests
can get rowdy.

Your mother's right.

And then there's social media.

You spout the wrong phrase,

there's a video,
it gets misconstrued,

it's online forever.

Next thing you know,
you're applying for a job

and it comes back to haunt you.

Look, I-I totally get that,

and I promise I will be careful.

But what if Aunt Vi
comes with me?

And I could probably get
some friends on board.

And we're gonna
need signs, right?

I do have the supplies.

Catchy phrases were
my expertise.

"Love thy neighbor
regardless of flavor."

Oh. Oh.

That's right,
that's right.

Bow down, bow down.

Okay, I am gonna go
text some friends.

Well, I wish I could join
the fun,

but just let me know
how it goes.
Okay.

Be safe.

I saw an article in the paper
about a year ago.

A vigilante trying
to stop a serial killer.

Took me a bit, but I found
your message board.

Hey, are you okay?

Should I call a doctor?

It's too late for that.

I've been poisoned.

Poisoned? By who?

The Chinese government.

That's what they do
to sleeper agents

who don't fall in line.

You're a Chinese sleeper agent?

And why should I help you?

Because I'm trying to help you.

Help this country.

I grew up
in Beijing.

I was tapped
by the MSS

when I was a teenager.

I-I've always had a penchant
for science, so they...

Send you here to go to school.
And you became, what?

A chemist, physicist?

And then told you
one day you'll be activated.

Physicist.

They wanted me to work
in the energy sector.

Nothing for 20 years.

Then they reached out
two days ago.

Summoned me
to receive my orders.

But you refused the assignment?

I didn't even go to the meeting.

I love this country now
and everything it stands for.

I didn't want any part

in whatever they were
going to ask me to do.

Then yesterday, I started
to feel the symptoms.

Sweating, dizziness,

skin discoloration.

All signs of poisoning.

We should get you
to a hospital.

No. They'll hook me up
to machines,

run a bunch of tests.

We don't have time for that.

Giving how rapidly
my symptoms are advancing,

I don't think
I'll be alive tomorrow.

And what would you
want me to do?

First, my wife and son.

They mean everything to me.

I'm afraid the MSS will
go after them, too.

- Where are they now?
- At a hotel.

Safe for the moment,

but my own family doesn't
know who I really am.

I haven't even told Amy
I'm dying.

How can I?

My entire life
has been a lie.

Yeah, well, keeping things
from family takes a toll.

Truth is,

none of us are safe.

Whatever the MSS is planning,
they're capable of anything.

Do you have any idea
what they wanted you to do?

Not exactly,

but my lab specializes
in nanotechnology.

Nuclear fission, to be precise.

Nuclear fission? As in...

As in the process used

to make weapons of
mass destruction.

You sure we can trust this guy?

Spies are known to kind of fudge
the truth a little bit.

Yeah, well,
the first rule of spy club is,

"don't talk about spy club,"
so...

Well, he's definitely sick.

And he seemed genuinely afraid
for his family's safety.

I mean,
we can all relate to that.

Yeah, it's hard
to do what we do

and not worry about
the consequences.

I've built a lot of walls
to protect Dee and Aunt Vi.

Hasn't always worked out.

Uh, it doesn't seem to matter
how many safeguards we put up.

I mean, every
time you go out,

I worry that someone is
gonna come after you.

You know,
somebody I pissed off

or your brother pissed off,

or your other brother
pissed off.

I'm still here, babe,

and I'm gonna be fine.

We'll all be fine.

And Mike's family deserves
to be safe.

All right, well,
let me text Dante

and ask him to send a uni
over to the hotel.

All right, I'll reach out
to my CIA contacts.

See if any local

MSS activity's popped up
on their radar.

In the meantime,
let's at least

make sure the rest
of his story checks out.

Can you ask M.E.L.
to do a deep dive

into Mike Chen's background?

Ooh, yeah. M.E.L., can you--

Do a deep dive
into Mike Chen's background?

I'll need a little
more information

about which Mike Chen
you are talking about.

I thought it only responded
to your voice.

Apparently,
it's only me

- it ignores.
- Yeah.

I don't know
what's going on there.

I got to look into that.

I think his little
AI girlfriend is jealous

- of her namesake.
- Ha, ha.

Anyway...

We need to figure out
what the MSS is up to.

And stop it.

Chen worked
at a nanotech lab.

That's probably
a good place to start, right?

Okay. I'll go check it out.
Look around.

Must be
a lot of security

- at that lab.
- Oh, yeah.

Surveillance.

Biometric scanner
at the entrance.

Even the bathrooms require
key card access.

You're not gonna be able
to waltz right in there.

I wasn't planning to.

Excuse me,
can I see some credentials?

Quincy Lewis from corporate.

Here to run
a security check.

I didn't hear
anything about that.

Well, you should've.

Frank Peters.

Been with the company
for three years,

and you still don't understand

the importance of
what we do here.

Of course I do.

But--Do these lobby cams work?

Far as I know, they do.

If you want, I-I can
call my supervisor to--

I don't have time.

Some of us have a job to do.

So if you don't mind... Of course.

They stole it. They stole it!

Calm down, stole what?

Hey!

Stop!

Okay, let's stay calm.

Let me go. Please!

You okay?

Got to say,
I never thought

you'd have a foreign
operative as a client.

Neither did I.

But he seems like a changed man.

True patriot,
wants to help any way he can.

So, why steal part
of a microscope?

Said it's the only one
of its kind.

Its super twin lenses are
so powerful,

you can manipulate
subatomic particles

with a precision
previously impossible.

And now the Chinese have it.

- And its circuit board.
- Doesn't sound good.

Chen conformed
there are many possible uses.

One of them is making a bomb.

If they're going
to all this trouble,

we must be talking about
one powerful bomb.

As if the world isn't
in enough trouble.

You know, a couple of days ago,

NYPD/FBI Task Force found
an abandoned delivery truck

in Queens.

Driver was unarmed.

Shot point-blank range
in the chest.

You think it had
something to do with this?

Maybe. Ballistics
just came back today...

matching another shooting
in the FBI database.

That suspect is a Chinese
national named Yun Shang.

Reportedly, he's
a senior agent in the MSS.

Well, what was
in the hijacked truck?

Dirty laundry.

Cleaning service
had just picked it up

from a nearby hotel.

So, they stole laundry?

My guess? They were after
the staff uniforms.

Right--

so they could have
operatives already planted.

What do you think
- they're planning?
- Not sure.

I've asked for a list
of high-profile guests

staying at the hotel

or anyone
checking in soon.

Well, let me know
what you find out.

How you doing, anyway?

I mean, how's things
with Big Ben?

Hmm. Exactly how
I knew it'd be.

I gave in, against
my better judgement,

agreed to let him
take the boys to a game.

You know what he did?

Canceled at the last minute,

leaving me
to clean up his mess.

- How'd the boys take it?
- I covered.

And now he has me
wrapped up in his lies.

I'm done.

But you know what?
I can't even be mad at him.

I knew who he was
and I still let it happen.

- This is my fault.
- No.

No, no, no.

I'm not gonna let you
do that to yourself.

You did what
you thought was right

so that the boys could have
something you didn't.

Did it turn out
the way you planned? No.

But the point is
you tried.

There's no regret in that.
Not even a little bit.

Those boys are lucky
to have you as a father.

Appreciate that.

The Chinese government

poisoned you
because you're a spy?

Because I wouldn't do
what they asked me to do.

I'm sorry.

This is crazy, Mike.

I don't understand how
you lied to me every day.

Was anything
you told me true?

Are-are you really
a physicist?

Everything else
I've ever said is true.

Including how much
I love you.

I almost told you
so many times...

and then I stopped believing
that they'd ever come for me.

But they did.

And now we're
in danger, too.

What am I gonna
tell Jack?

Amy, I'm so sorry.

I love you both so much.

We're gonna do
everything we can

to keep you safe.

Starting with finding
out whoever did this.

If we can figure out
when you were poisoned,

it'll help us
- track down who.
- Well, we know

it was after I blew off
that meet yesterday morning.

Okay.

And when did you first
become symptomatic?

- Yesterday afternoon.
- In that time span,

did you have contact
with anyone

outside of your family?

Not that I remember.

I was alone for most
of the afternoon,

driving around,
trying to clear my head.

- Did you stop anywhere?
- Just the ATM,

but I didn't interact
with anybody.

Just parked in the lot,
got the money,

drove back to the hotel.

Your car.

They could have laced
the door handle

while you were at the ATM.

- What time was that?
- Late afternoon.

Around 4:00, I think.

Okay.
Give me the address.

I'll have my team
check it out.

Thank you.

Mike, are you okay?

Isn't there anything
- we can do for him?
- I don't know.

But I'm gonna take him
to someone who might.

I told you, I don't have time
to go to a hospital.

We're not going
to a hospital.

We have recruits!

Yes. Power in numbers.

This is
so exciting.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, wow...

I remember
my first protest march

when I was a freshman.

What were you
- marching for?
- Against--

it was
an anti-apartheid rally.

We were trying to get
the school to pull

its financial investments
out of South Africa.

Well, that was the idea, anyway.

- Wait, what do you mean?
- Well, I showed up
with my sign,

ready to go, and the leaders
started talking about

"Let's storm the dean's office.

We don't care if we get
kicked out of school."

Well, at that time, I cared.

A lot.
Yeah.

Expelled for a protest?
That would suck.

Yeah.

Progress comes
at a cost,

and we made real progress.

So, what do you say
we get started?

Yes.

Hey, can I, uh, talk to you?

Yeah. What's wrong?

I just don't think
I'm ready to do this.

Vera, no. You know this
guy is bad news, right?

Okay? We have
got to stand up.

No, I know.
It's just...

I keep thinking about
how angry my parents are

gonna get
if they find out

that I went to a protest.

And after
Aunt Vi's story, I...

I get it.

I totally understand.

I'm really sorry.

I know we were trying
to make some noise.

Don't worry, I got you.
You know what?

I will just shout
twice as loud.

Thanks, Dee.

Bye.
Bye.

She just wasn't ready.

Yeah. Well, protesting
isn't for everyone.

That's why it's so important
that the rest of us

show up.

Come on.

Grab a brush.

I got to tell you,
I feel bad for our client.

I mean, can you imagine knowing
that you had 24 hours to live?

And I say, as-as someone
who was officially dead

for, you know, five years,
there's a lot of living

I'd like to do before
I bite the dust for real.

- Carpe diem, huh?
- Carpe diem.
Tempus fugit, you know.

The Romans really had

that whole mortality
thing dialed in.

Okay, so what's
on your bucket list?

No, wait. I know.
Ballroom dancing...

Check.
What else?

Um, you know, we never took
that trip to the Seychelles

- we always talk about.
- Oh, you mean
our honeymoon?

That would be so nice.

Yeah.
What else?

Uh, making
- the perfect brisket.
- Mmm.

Running a marathon.

You drive two blocks

to the deli for coffee
in the morning,

and now you're gonna run
26 miles for fun?

I didn't say it was
- at the top of the list.
- Ha!

Hello there. Hey.

Wondering if, uh, you were
working here yesterday.

- Yeah, why?
- Well, we parked here

at around 4:00 p.m.
and our Lambo

got broken into and we're
trying to figure out,

- you know, who did it.
- I don't remember a Lambo.

Yeah, well, do
you remember, uh,

seeing, uh, you know,
anybody suspicious

around, I don't know, 4:00
in the afternoon yesterday?

Nope. Sorry.

I told you not to leave
my bag in the car!

Did you even
lock the door?

No. Why bother?

Oh, I'm just an idiot.
I'm an idiot.

It-- It was vintage.

The bag was vintage.

It was irreplaceable.
Unlike you.

- I said it. Yeah.
- Oh. Wow.

Dude, you gotta...
you gotta help me out.

Uh...
Okay, let me think.

Uh...

I could look through
the credit card receipts,

that's almost everyone
who came through.

- Okay.
- Except for the guy
who paid cash.

Cash?

Your sign says "credit only."

It was some guy
on a dirt bike.

Zipped in and out,
but he didn't have

a credit card on him,
so I let him pay cash.

Do you remember
what he looked like?

Uh, wore a helmet.
Couldn't see his face.

What about the bike?

That I remember--
Honda CRF, bright red.

250. Sweet ride.

Okay.
Thanks, pal.

- Thank you.
- Come on, honey.

- Lambo? Really?
- It's on the bucket list.

Miles...

sorry to just
show up like this,

but I need your help.

He's in bad shape...

...and we don't have
anywhere else to go.

Okay. Come on.
Let's get him inside.

- Thanks, Miles.
- Really.

Okay, M.E.L. says
according to the traffic cams,

motorcycle went down
this block and headed east.

- Well, if M.E.L. says so.
- Hang gliding.

What do you think
about hang gliding?

I think you're gonna
kill yourself

while trying to live
your best life.
Mm.

Bike turned left here.

Well, this is helpful.
There's... what?

300 apartments attached
to this alley?

Well, hold on a second.
M.E.L. says that

because these two buildings
have service entrances

that go out into the alley,
there's a high probability

that the biker went
into one of them.

Can I at least have her
narrow down the search?

Sure.

Okay. Uh, M.E.L.,

generate a list
of all tenants

that live in 5456
and 5458 Fenimore,

with background checks.

Task completed.
- Huh, that was fast.

Anyone interesting pop up?

A known secret agent, perhaps?

Not exactly,
but look at this.

There's a tenant--
Myrtle Foster-- in apartment 8.

She's been dead for
12 years, only somebody

with her social security number
has been paying her rent.

Mm-hmm.
Okay, fine.

So it's not
- totally useless.
- Right?

- Yeah.
- And we get to spend more time
in the field together.

Yay, just the three of us.

- What?
- Nothing.

Clear.
Yeah.

Wow. This gives new meaning
to the word "minimalism."

Yeah. I think it's
less a design style

and more of
an occupational choice.

Yeah. A safe house.

The question is,
who was using it?

You know, I-I didn't see
any security cams,

but there was
a-a doorbell cam

at one of the neighbors'.

Hey, M.E.L., can you hack
into the doorbell cam

on Apartment 6?

Show me all the footage

starting from yesterday,
at around 4:30 p.m.

Look at that.
Our guy's not alone.

Mm-hmm.
We're dealing with pros.

They know how to hide
their face from the camera.

Well, maybe we can catch them
leaving the apartment.

There's got to be
a street cam-- Oh.

Task completed.

Uh, got to say,

it's a little creepy
that it didn't wait

for you to ask it.

Yeah? Creepy or cool?

It's starting
to anticipate my needs.

I'm gonna stick
- with creepy.
- Okay.

Oh, there they are.

Faces hidden
from the camera. Again.

They might be able
to avoid cameras,

but nobody can escape
NYC potholes.

M.E.L., enlarge
that reflection.

That's Yun Shang.

The laundry thief.

M.E.L.--

Wait a second.

Mike Chen's wife?

What is she doing here?

And what the hell
is she doing

with Yun Shang?

An MSS agent isn't bringing

just anyone to his safe house.

Maybe she's a spy?

A sleeper agent, like Mike?

If she is, and she knows
that he refused that assignment,

she could have been
the one that poisoned him.

Oof. I mean,

if the poison doesn't kill him,
that sure might.

The sent Chen's own wife
to poison him?

Are you really that surprised?

The MSS has zero chill.

What do we know about Amy Chen?

Well, her father was a member of
the American Communist Party.

He was blackballed
because of his involvement,

like a lot of people.

Lost his job, his career.

Died young from a heart attack.

I guess Amy took that
pretty hard.

That's one way to put it.

In college,
she double-majored

in Communist Studies

and Mandarin.

Then she spent her junior year
studying in China.

That's got to be when
they recruited her.

She's exactly
who they'd approach.

Young, vulnerable,
and angry at America.

Yeah, the MSS trifecta.

It's probably her I crossed with

at that lab.

Same height and weight
as the thief

who stole the lens.

Harry, we need
to bring her in now.

I mean, we don't
have much to go on.

Guys, I might have something.

Looks like something was here.

A router, maybe.

Dust is fresh.

Yeah, they just took it down.

If they just folded up
their tent

and are going home,
then, uh...

They might be in the endgame.

Which means we don't have
much time to stop

whatever they're planning.

Harry, can you find out

who they were
communicating with?

Without a router,
trying to find an IP

among millions
of communications is like,

you know, trying to find
a needle in a digital haystack.

Good thing you got M.E.L.

Hey, guys, I got Dante calling.
Keep me posted.

Well, did you hear that, M.E.L.?

The gauntlet has been thrown.

Let's see what you got.

Are you, like,
giving it a pep talk?

She likes the encouragement.

Looks like Chen's wife is
working for the MSS as well.

She might even be
the one who poisoned him.

That's gonna be one hell of
a therapy session.

I'll contact the uni
posted at their hotel

and have 'em bring her in.

Thanks, Dante.

Whatever you need.
I got you.

I know you do.

One more thing.
I have an update

on that laundry truck robbery.

No one of note currently
staying at the hotel,

but some VIPs checked out

the same day
the truck was robbed.

What kind of VIPs?

Foreign dignitaries.

Apparently there was
an event at the U.N.

a couple of days ago.

Uni at the hotel just texted.

Amy Chen gave him the slip.
She's gone.

We have to track her down fast.

I'll put a BOLO out.

Think the husband can help us?

I'll find out soon.

I'm taking his bloodwork
back to Miles,

who's checking him out.

Miles your ex-husband?

He helps out sometimes.

Wasn't aware.

Okay, ladies, here we go.

Yes!

Dee. Hey.
Hey.

Are you guys still planning
to protest?

Uh, yeah, we're
headed there now.

Are you leaving?

It's heating up,

and the crowds are
getting rowdy. Look.

Looks intense.

It's too intense for me.

Uh, one second, sweetheart.

Dee, can I talk to you a minute?

Yeah.

You know I'm proud of you,
right, for doing this?

But I think
we need to rethink it.

Wait, what?

No, we've been thinking
- about this all day.
- I know.

But this has now turned
into an angry crowd

looking for a fight.

Okay, so you think
we shouldn't go?

Baby, I don't think
it's worth the risk.

Auntie, someone needs
to stand up in this guy's face

and say no.

That is worth it to me.

I understand,
and I even agree,

but you know what
we talked about this morning?

Yeah, I know. Social media posts
can hurt my future,

but that does not scare me.

If this is a choice between
my future or my principles,

I'm sorry,
I choose my principles.

My darling, this has nothing
to do with social media.

If this gets rough,
someone can get hurt.

You can get hurt.

I get what you're saying.

But if his message
continues to grow,

and I didn't do anything,

then how can I expect others
to do something?

Please. We can stand
in the back,

and-and if it gets too rowdy

then we can leave right away,
I promise.

Do you have any idea
where your wife might have gone?

I don't.

Does she have any family
in the area?

Any friends
she might go to?

I honestly have no idea.

I'm sorry, I-I can
barely think straight.

Look, I know this is hard, Mike.

My entire marriage was a sham.

I might have
lied to her,

but I really do love her.

Hey, Rob?

Excuse me a sec.

You figure out
what they hit him with?

Well, I thought it might
have been thallium sulfate,

but the bloodwork shows
it's likely a hybrid substance.

Anything you can
do for him?

I've tried.

Nothing's working.

His systems are
shutting down.

Best I can do is
keep him comfortable.

You know him well?
No.

But I know what it's like to
regret some of the same choices

he's had to make.

Like keeping secrets from
the people you love the most.

Look, I know
we've clashed on this,

but you've always done
what you thought was best.

I respect you for that.

Still, you always said secrets
are why we didn't work.

Can't say I'd do things
a whole lot differently.

But there are times
I wish I would have been

more open with you.

I'm trying to be
more open these days.

Well, I'm happy to hear that.

And listen, I apologize

for how I acted
over Dee's custody.

Rob, I was frustrated
and concerned.

But still, it's no excuse.

I was wrong.

I appreciate that.

- Miles, I have to take this.
- Yeah, yeah.

What do you got, Harry?

Good news. I got a hit
on the safe house router.

M.E.L. traced every IP address
that made contact,

but there was one
that stood out.

It belongs
to an apartment in Queens

owned by a Gene Yuan.

He's a professor of genetics.

Mel's on her way over there
right now.

Well, send me a pin,
I'll meet her there.

Hey, just one thing, though.

If the Chinese are
building a bomb,

why do they need
a geneticist?

I was thinking that myself.

There's something we're missing.

Aunt Vi? Aunt Vi?

Come on, Auntie, come on.

Come on, pick up, pick up.

Come on, come on.
Please, please.

Don't move.

Hands where I can see them.

Wait. Wait.

Why are you-- why are
you cuffing me? What did I do?

You're under arrest
for disorderly conduct

and disturbing the peace.

Anything you say can
be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Move! Get against the wall.

Where's that microscope lens?

What are they using it for?

I'm not telling you anything.

What are you
doing for them?

I'm not
telling you a thing!

Oh!

Oh! God...

- What was he trying to burn?
- Research papers.

And... sheets.

Those were stolen
from that laundry truck.

What would a geneticist
want with bedsheets?

And what does this have to do
with a microscope lens?

Geneticists work with
gene sequencing. DNA.

They don't want the uniforms.

They wanted the linens,
specifically what was on them.

DNA. They were
collecting samples

of the dignitaries
that stayed at that hotel.

All the VIP suites have
a unique style of bedsheets,

easy to identify.

They're not using that lens
to make a bomb.

No, it's scarier.

They're making
a bioweapon

that can target individuals
using their own DNA.

Designer poison tailor-made
to someone's gene sequence.

I've heard rumors
about countries

trying to make a weapon
like that, but,

so far, they haven't
had the technology.

Until now.

I'm gonna ask you again,

where's that lens?

Ask all you want,
I'm not talking.

That's what they all say.

Hey, Harry.

I'm at the location
Yuan gave us.

Mel stayed behind to
press him for more info.

Copy that. Let me know
if you find them.

Harry, I got 'em.

I don't have
time to argue.

Stop!

- Where is it? Where's the lens?
- I don't have it.

I gave it to Shang.

Damn it.

- Where's he taking that lens?
- Out of the country.

I don't know how or where.

Now is not the time

- to lie to me.
- I'm not lying.

I'm not the horrible person
you think I am.

Doubt it.

I admit my marriage started off
as a way for the MSS

to keep an eye on Mike, but then
I fell in love with my husband.

Well, you got a funny way
of showing it.

You think I'm the one
who poisoned him?

I would never do that
to him. In fact,

I was trying to trade the lens
for an antidote,

but Shang double-crossed me.

- Because there is no antidote.
- No, there is.

The poison they use
is synthetic.

They make the antidote
at the same time.

So they can use the antidote
for leverage,

- if necessary.
- I've seen it.

Shang keeps the doses
in a black Pelican case.

Let's go.

What's up, Rob?

Harry, Shang got away
and we have no idea

where he's going
with that lens.

Find anything that might help

in those papers
Yuan was burning?

I mean, most of the documents
were just dealing with

this DNA bioweapon
he was working on.

There was also a photo
of an office building.

Another safe house?

I mean, I thought so, too,

until M.E.L.
located the building.

It's in Brooklyn, abandoned,

not to mention it's nowhere near
a shipyard, airfield, bridge...

Not a spot you'd choose if
you were planning to leave town.

No, probably a decoy.

MSS's way of sending us
on a wild goose chase.

Then why was Yuan
trying to destroy it?

Harry, did you enlarge
that photo?

Of course.

Have M.E.L. go deeper.

All right.

Well, look at that.
There's a prize at the bottom

of that Cracker Jack box
after all:

a bunch of numbers embedded
in the pixels.

Run them as coordinates.

Nice, Rob.

It's a private airfield,
20 minutes away.

Sending you the location.

Tell Mel to meet me there.

He might not be alone.

Don't move.

He's making a run for it!

I need to stop that plane
from taking off.

Go. I'll cover you.

Gotcha.

Got the antidote.

I-I don't know how to thank you.

What is it?

There's someone
you should talk to.

Mike...

I'm so sorry.

For everything.

I never thought that
they would hurt you.

I want to believe you.

I know, I lied to you

about who I am,
for all those years.

I may not
love America,

not after what happened
to my father, but...

...but I love you.

What's this?
Your hands.

They, um...

They wanted me to kill you

and I refused.

There's not enough
antidote for the both of us.

You're going to take it.

No.

It should be you.

Jack needs his mother.

I can't be there for him.

If I live, I'm going to prison
for the rest of my life.

At least you'd be alive.

But you wouldn't. And...

I couldn't live with that.

Amy, no.

You deserve to live.

To see Jack grow up...

Just...

Just promise me
you'll hold him close.

I want to show you
something.

Oh, babe, it's a little late.

I don't think I'm up for another

Jorma Kaukonen
concert video right now.

No, no, no, that's not it.

This is only gonna
take a second.

M.E.L...

...you are about to hear a voice

and I want you
to learn it well

so you always
recognize it.

It belongs to the
most important person

in the world to me.

And whenever
you hear it...

...I need you
to respond to it.

Ready for input, Harry.
I'm listening.

Okay.

Hello, M.E.L.
This is very weird.

Pleased to meet you.
I'm Mel.

I'm Harry's better half.

Hello, Mel,

Harry's most important person
and better half.

If you ever need anything,
just ask.

I will.

Thank you.

I just didn't want the day to
end without putting that to bed.

Speaking of which,

we haven't finished talking
about your bucket list.

Hmm. Yeah, I don't know.

I kind of feel like, uh,

you know,
we covered everything.

Except for not dying.

Can we throw that on there?

You really are fixated
on this today.

I mean, have you met me?

Why should today
be any different?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

W-What about your bucket list?

I feel like I don't even have
any idea what's on it.

Does that make me
a terrible husband?
No.

The truth is, I'm content.

I don't have one.

I don't really
think about death.

- You don't, do you?
- Mm-mm.

I'm so jealous.
No.

I imagined it
plenty of times,

back when I was deployed.

You know,
ready for combat every day,

death felt...

...tangible most days.

But you get used to it.

And then it doesn't
scare you anymore.

So you just...

...appreciate every day,

knowing that, when it's time...

...you're just... ready.

You really are
the most remarkable person.

Actually, I do have something.

Aha. Let's have it.

I want to go before you.

Is that selfish?

Come here.

But then, like,
60 seconds later, you die, too.

Okay. That sounds--
Well, we'll work it out.

Okay.

Hey, Mom.

Last thing I thought I had
to worry about today.

Are you both okay?

- We're fine.
- Yeah.

Look, I know
you must be mad.

And I know how this might
affect my future, but...

if no one stands up
to these people,

then there might not
be a future.

For me or anyone else
on this planet.

You took a stand for something
you feel strongly about.

And I respect that.

You do?

Yes, I do.

But it won't always work out
the way you think.

Isn't that what
you do every day?

Go out and try
to make a difference?

I just thought you
wanted me to do the same.

Isn't that why you let me train?

Training with Mel
is for your protection.

Just because I opened up
about what I do

does not give you a free pass
to go out and do the same.

I get it.

Really.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Good.

Dinner's ready, so just go
get yourself cleaned up.

Okay.

Aunt Vi...

...please explain.

Robyn, Dee was determined
to get involved.

What did you want me to do?
Pick her up and drag her away?

She is the minor
in this situation.

You are the adult.
She got arrested.

The moment the cops moved in,
I got her out of there.

But there
was tear gas

and everybody
started panicking.

I got knocked
down and,

by the time I found her,
she was...

she was getting arrested.

I tried calling you.

When I couldn't reach you, I...

I reached out to Dante.

Too late by then.

Robyn.

Miles.

Dee called you about the arrest.

I'm sorry?

You have no idea
what I'm talking about.

I don't.

But we will definitely
get to that.

I'm actually here to talk
about what happened today.

Yeah, thanks again
for helping out.

Ready to help whenever I can.

In fact, I miss the work
we used to do together.

Yeah. It did kind of
feel like old times.

It did.

Look, you said you're trying to
be more open these days, right?

To varying degrees of success.

Doing what
we did today

made me realize that...

I want to do more of it.

I want to do more
of what we used to do.

And...

I'm hoping
you'll be open to that.

I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

Look, I still don't know exactly

what type of operation
you're running, Robyn.

But whatever it is...

I want in.

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