The Equalizer

This equalizing you're doing,

if you don't stop, I have to come after you.

I'd be disappointed if you didn't.

Previously on The Equalizer...

You like me?

How can I like you when I hardly know you?

I'm not too keen on private citizens

opening their own branch of law enforcement.

How's your aim these days?

You're gonna set a trade with the guy who's hunting you?

Who's to say he doesn't draw you in,

and then arrest you when your guard is down?

Why would I do that?

District Attorney Grafton.

I still wonder how you managed

to unravel a decade-old conspiracy

single-handedly.

Guess I owe you one.

So, then, at least the files have to... Madam D.A.

The answer's "no comment," Harv.

I haven't even asked my question yet.

Well, see? I saved us both some time.

Now, if it's about the Mendoza case,

the press will get a statement tomorrow.

Not here about Mendoza.

Just wondering if you had anything

to say about the rumors.

Which rumors?

About the vigilante helping people.

Doing what the cops can't.

Not only is it true

but whispers are growing louder. NYPD has a file on her.

Still no ID.

If word of this goes wide...

It'll undermine public confidence in our police.

Not to mention your image.

It'll be an issue for your reelection.

My mother said,

"Every problem holds the key to its own solution."

I don't follow.

What better way to demonstrate the firm hand of law and order

than bringing a vigilante to justice?

Get me

everything the NYPD has on her.

Aunt Vi!

Not sure what's going on here, but it looks like trouble.

It's good trouble. I decided to try one of these

online dating sites.

I'm helping her with her profile. Okay,

how's this? "Artistic, free-spirited woman"

"who loves good conversation, a nice glass of wine, travel

"and spontaneity looking for a partner

in fun."Your daughter's nothing less than brilliant.

You sure you want to do this? I mean, you can't trust

what people say about themselves on those sites.

You don't know who they really are.

And people at singles bars are so honest.

Gender. Looking for a man.

No, no. Why limit it?

Baby, I was at Berkeley in the '70s.

You kids didn't invent free love.

You know what? Go, Aunt Vi.

Okay, how serious are you thinking?

True love or a hit it and quit it

- kind of deal? - Hey.

You gonna be the one getting hit

if you don't quit talking like that.

And not too much info, Berkeley.

There's no such thing as privacy online.

We don't want some creep knowing our phone number and address.

You're such a cynic.

You know, you could use a little bit of that free love

- yourself. - I'm late for a meeting.

I love you all.

- Bye. - Bye.

Her name is Nia.

She's been missing for days.

- You two are roommates? - And best friends.

We met at a bus stop in the rain.

Just started yapping.

She's different. She's one of those people

who wears their soul on the outside, you know?

- When's the last time -you saw her? - Five days ago.

She left for work but never got there.

She work most days?

Two or three jobs at a time.

She's saving up for nursing school.

You file a missing persons report?

I tried.

But people like us,

we're invisible until we break a law.

In my neighborhood, folks don't call the cops.

- We just know -it won't do any good. - Yeah,

I know what it's like not to have the police

take you seriously.

Been through that, myself.

But you are not invisible here.

So,

can you think of anyone

who might have a grudge against Nia?

Anyone who might want to hurt her?

Yeah.

She told me about some Latino guy

that was following her who she owed some money to.

She ducked off into a store and lost him,

but she was still pretty freaked.

Did you get a name?

Benny.

He was tall with blue eyes.

And I think he might've hurt her.

Getting real tired of having this conversation, Mike.

Where's my money?

What the hell is your problem?

This is not the talking part.

People don't really like you, Benny.

Made you real easy to find.

Nia Edwards. You were following her. Why?

- Now talk. - It's... It's my job.

To hurt people?

No, I work for a payday loan company. Eastway Pay.

They hire me to pressure delinquents.

That's funny. I have a similar skill set.

When's the last time

- you saw her? - Tuesday.

No, no, no, no, Wednesday. Wednesday.

Same day she went missing.

Missing? I don't know nothing about that.

Look, I never even spoke to her. She bounced.

I went after her, but she jumped into some dude's car.

- Where? - It was over there

on, um, Herkimer.

Come on, Nia. Where are you?

Never thought I'd see the day

- you were swiping right. - And you won't.

Dee's got my aunt on this dating app. Can you believe that?

Yeah. If I was single, I'd be on, like, ten of them.

Dating is a numbers game, girlfriend.

It is.

And my number is one.

It's-it's just you,

my Harry McBeary.

Okay, that's not a name we agreed upon.

I mean, Aunt Vi doesn't need this. Heck,

I could set her up with a nice guy.

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

- Well, for him. - For her.

Don't listen to this man.

He pursued me like his hair was on fire.

You sent me flowers

every day for a month.

It was a credit card snafu.

No, alpha guys don't need to chase.

- We just put out our pheromones -and wait. - Okay, alpha.

Well, your pheromones were Axe body spray

and printer toner before I got a hold of you.

Yeah, I think you mean denim and sweat.

Okay, I got it.

Looks like a gray Camry.

That's Nia.

She got in willingly.

Check the plate.

It's blank.

Must have a Photo Blocker coating on it.

It prevents cameras from reading it.

That's one creepy red flag.

Darn.

I got to pick Dee up from school. She's having

one of those inexplicable half-days.

Hey, McBeary,

can you poke around the NYPD database

and see if you can find any crimes involving a gray Camry

with unreadable plates?

Not a name we agreed upon.

Guess who drove through the drive-through

without hitting a pole!

You know, that's supposed to be the norm.

Guess who got a date.

Ooh! Let me see.

I told you he was the one.

Looks totally distinguished,

- right? - Right?

Chase Lammens? Aunt Vi,

you can't really want to date a guy who has a boat.

Plays his cards right, he can be "O Captain! My Captain!"

We need to get into your closet

and see what you're working with.

- Yeah, let's go. - Nothing too

frisky.

Hey, Harry. What's up?

Hey. You need to get back here.

Right now.

So, what'd you find?

Nothing good.

Search triggered a second missing persons case.

Another woman got into a car

with an unreadable license plate.

Only one week after,

she was found dead.

And whoever murdered her

caused facial trauma and then used makeup