The Equalizer

Previously onThe Equalizer... The CIA wants you back,

Robyn. I don't work for them anymore.

How many others are out there,

desperate, with nowhere to turn?

I'm the one you call

when you can't call 911.

What do you need? I need those freaky-ass superpowers

of yours.

My pleasure.

I set you two up and it was love at first sight.

Well, for him. For her.

What kind of charity

needs a consult after 9:00 at night?

The international kind.

I was trained by the best. Damn right you were.

I trust him with my life.

I've seen her methods. She's a danger.

To herself and the people she thinks she's helping.

She needs to be stopped.

Collar like that

could make a person's career.

Do we understand each other?

Yes, ma'am.

So, there I am,

at this hole-in-the-wall bar,

singing at the top of my lungs. Wait,

they-they actually thought you were Billie Eilish?

You? It's Morocco. My hoodie was up.

She wears her clothes so big, nobody could tell the difference.

Yeah, you are a crazy person. You know that, right?

That is exactly what I love about you.

I love you, too, babe.

Ah. Great.

Are you speeding?

I don't think so.

I bet you were speeding.

Pretty sure it's fine.

Probably just a routine check.

Okay. Be right back.

Go! Get her!

Okay! We see you.

Ladies night. That's what I'm talking about.

Hey, Ma.

Hi, Ms. McCall. Thanks for letting me sleep over.

Oh, please. Nicki.

Glad to have you.

Ooh, Mom. Put this on.

"M-S-L-H"?

McCall, Strength, Love and Honor.

Dee. I love that.

Thank you, babe.Yeah.

What you got going on, Auntie?

Oh, you gonna have to wait till dinner to find out.

Oh, it's like that? It's just like that.

Well, I think your roux is burning.

What?

Girl, get out of my food.

That's gonna be good.

This is McCall.

The police killed my boyfriend and they're chasing me.

He said to call this number if anything happened.

Oh, God, they're gonna... Who is this?

Where'd you get this number?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, guys, I got to leave

for a little bit.

What about dinner plans?

Work emergency.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Talk to me, Harry.

Call came from a prepaid phone.

I was able to trace the credit card they used

back to a Kevin Taylor.

An American in the State Department.

Caller said she was with her boyfriend.

Could be him.

I don't know him.

The only people who have this number

are my CIA inner circle.

That way if any of us got

in a jam, we could send up a flare.

It came in from a rural area outside of Les Mureaux, France.

France? Yeah. It's also where

Kevin Taylor rented a car two days ago.

Most European rentals have dashcams

for insurance purposes. Harry's been scrubbing

through the rental company's cloud account

to see what he could find.

You want us to call the local authorities

in Les Mureaux? No. She said her boyfriend

was murdered by the police, so they might be in on it.

Did you call her back? I tried, no answer.

I mean, she could be running, hiding or worse.

Play the message again?

The police killed my boyfriend and they're chasing me.

He said to call this number if anything happened.

Oh, God. They're gonna...

Who the hell is "he"?

I got it. Dashcam footage

from the rental car. Here.

Stop. Go back.

Freeze on the girl.

Carla. You know her?

No, but I watched her grow up

through photos her father showed me.

He was a CIA operative... My mentor, David Henson.

He saved my life.

He must've given her the number in case of emergency.

Where is he now? Killed, two weeks ago.

Ukraine terroristbombing.

I got to figure out a way to help her.

Well, you have to call her back.

If she's hiding, a ring might expose her.

You could try texting. It would make less noise.

Okay. Can you route my satellite phone through your system?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, I got it.

Text her.

"Are you okay?"

At least we know she's alive.

Or the bad guys have her phone.

I need eyes in that area.

We need to see what we're dealing with.

Tried that, but it's a rural area, you know?

I mean, there's no traffic cams, there's no surveillance.

There's nothing.

You know, a military satellite would give us visuals.

Uh, okay, let's just put aside the fact that that's a major

breach in national security that could lead me

to being tortured in an undisclosed black site.

Even if none of that did happen, a hack

of this magnitude would take days, Robyn.

You're right.

I'll ask someone else to do it.

I know what you're doing.

And it's working.

Okay. There might be a way.

I can't guarantee it.

What you got going?

Apparently,

Carla was an up-and-coming conflict journalist.

She was in some real hot spots.

Yeah, it got me thinking,

maybe she's being chased because of something she covered?

Or maybe because of something her father did.

Hard to tell until we learn more.

But as far as Henson goes, I doubt it.

I mean, we took special care to make sure

our personal lives were firewalled.

Okay. Then maybe it's about the boyfriend.

Haven't found him on any social media.

I mean, he works for the State Department,

but we both know that could be code for CIA.

Hmm.

Who you calling? Bishop.

Maybe he can give us some insight on the boyfriend.

What's up, McCall?

Got a problem.

Odds against you?

Funny.

Remember David Henson?

Yeah.

KIA a few weeks ago. He was a good man.

Well, his daughter's in play.

What? Carla?

Last time I saw her, she was, like, five years old.

Well, now she's 25. Her boyfriend was executed

in front of her and now the killers

are after her. What do you need?

He had classified designation at the State Department

under Kevin Taylor.

The State Department or the "State Department"?

That's what I need you to find out.

Maybe it'll help put faces on the men chasing her.

All right. I'm gonna make a few calls.

You can't possibly expect... Okay, okay, fine.

You win. We good?

What happened? Freakin' Sergei, man.

Everything's on the barter system.

But we'll have a satellite soon.

What? How did you pull that off?

Well, I can't hack a satellite,

but Sergei's ex-Russian intelligence,

so he has multiple back doors into their system.

So there happens to be a Russian satellite

passing over France, and with Sergei's help...

What'd it cost you?

I have to send him my one-of-a-kind.

Oishi-san selvedge denim

with the natural indigo warp and the kakishibuweft.

But Oishi-san gave you those personally. You love those.

I know, and the dude can't even wear them.

He's five-three, he's pushing 250.

He's just punishing me

because I blocked him from stealing Bitcoin.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Okay. Here it is.

Now remember, this is temporary.

As soon as the satellite moves, we lose the image.