The Equalizer

I serve as an equalizer.

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

What kind of charity needs a consult

after 9:00 at night?

The international kind.

The CIA wants you back, Robyn.

You're the best they had.

This is Melody, one of my oldest friends.

- 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.

We'd be happy to accommodate your new hobby

if you came back to the fold.

I'm ready to deal.

Freelance only.

Rest of the time, they can just stay out of my way.

Look what I found.

Give it back!

Why? You can't play.

But I can.

One shot. If I make it,

you make the girl a regular in your games.

And if you miss?

Well, then I guess I'm buying the girl a new ball.

Yes!

Hey.

You want to play with us?

No.

But she does.

You do bar mitzvahs, too?

Why'd you want to meet me?

Company needs a favor.

A British doctoral candidate on a federal grant

overstayed his visa; He's in the wind.

Call ICE. Dorian Endicott.

College mathematician.

Loudmouth. Drinks too much.

Could be on a bender.

Call his sponsor.

His family's connected.

They don't want him to embarrass them,

so they reached out to MI6 who reached out to the CIA

who then reached out to me.

Look, I'm sorry, Bish.

I got a spa weekend with my aunt planned.

So, wait, whoa, whoa. So grab him.

Drop him off at the British, Consulate,

and then go get your broccoli emulsion.

You know that's not a thing. Look, hey.

Company asked for you, Robyn, by name.

Do this, they'll give you some rhythm,

at least for a while.

Don't you think I'm a little overqualified

for a lost-and-found detail?

Well, maybe our friends are just trying to remind you

that they're still pulling your strings.

It's a milk run.

Not worth kicking up dust over.

It's the end of the fiscal quarter,

and one of the charities I'm consulting for is slammed.

They sent up a flare.

I understand. I'll be there by, like, 5:00.

6:00, latest.

Robyn.

I would feel better if you made me feel worse.

I mean, I-I had a month to plan.

And you're presenting later.

It's a creative visualization seminar,

not a gender reveal, and you're my guest,

so the room's comped anyway.

Just get there when you get there.

Tonight. I promise.

Is that all you're packing?

What? I just need my homework.

I've got enough clothes at Dad's.

Well, don't forget about

your community service hours this weekend.

Okay. I only skipped once, all right?

Yeah, and lied about it.

Yes, but I was still planning on doing it

when I told you I did it.

But if you want to be technical...

No, I want to be honest.

And every time you lie to me

makes me wonder what else you're lying to me about.

So.

Don't.

'Cause I'll find out.

Get a massage, Mom. Please.

I swear I am.

Bye.Bye.

So that doctoral candidate you're looking for

I don't think he's just on a bender.

He, deleted all his social media recently.

He hasn't been on his cell phone in three days.

And he hasn't accessed his email.

So he just ghosted?

Yeah, full-on Casper.

It's like the guy suddenly dropped off

the face of the earth.

And then he

started erasing himself.

Well, I think I know where his grant money went.

Expensive Scotch.

Fine cigars.

What did you say he was studying?

Heuristic algorithms

as applied to stochastic systems.

English, Harry.

It's a way to account for uncertainty.

It's used for financial modeling,

insurance risk assessments.

Random systems.

Sexy.

Yeah, if your idea of sex is Java script.

I happen to be more of a Python man,

but you know that.

Keep your Python to yourself.

Got a letter here from the NSF about his research grant.

I wouldn't be too impressed.

They tend to toss those things around like confetti.

Well, it looks like the party was over for Mr. Endicott,

'cause it's a notice of the grant's expiration.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Sue Wachtell.

NSF grants committee.

I'm here to get an update on Mr. Endicott's research.

Phillip Moss. Chair of the Math Department.

I'll save you some time.

The climate change algorithm you've been funding,

I doubt he got off square one.

Why do you say that?

He's a unique personality.

Half the time he didn't show.

The other half he...

Well, here.

His students compiled these

for HR.

Anyone?

This is completely pointless.

None of you will ever get jobs that don't involve a spatula.

Let me put this in terms you can understand.

You're an imbecile.

My.

Is he drunk?

I'm tasked

with notifying him of his suspension.

If I can find him.

Well, he must have friends.

Someone who would send him an orchid?

Orchid, no.

Arsenic, yes.

If you find him, send him my way?

Who would send flowers to a guy like that?

Violina's.

Hi, my name is Shirley Kane,

and my boss got these orchids, but I lost the card.

And so he can't send a thank you note.

And if I don't tell him who sent it,

I'm out of a job. I'm already late on my rent.

I just, I... Calm down, ma'am.

What's the name of your boss?

Endicott.

Dorian Endicott.

The sender was anonymous.

And all that was on the card were these numbers.

Who sends an orchid with a bunch of numbers?

Maybe it's a nerd's idea of foreplay.

Or a code. I'm running the three series

through a program that matches up the numbers

with known cryptographs.

It could be a decimal-based cipher.

A multiple encryption numeric system.

Try dropping a period after the initial two numbers

in the first two groupings.

Whoa.

What?

Longitude and latitude.

Here in New York.

Mel, the third grouping.

Military time.

18:30 is 6:30.

Yeah, 03 is March, and 26 is

the day... that's today.

That's now.

Secret meet. Already began.

This is about more than just some missing lecturer.

Run those coordinates and get me an address.

All right.

Orchid.

Welcome to Chef Django's Pop-up Dining Club.

Can I help you?

Do you have your orchid invitation?

I believe my party is popped up right there.

Finally.

What do I have to do to get service?

Disembowel myself?

I'm sorry? You should be.