The Equalizer

The CIA wants you back, Robyn. You're the best they had.

I don't work for them anymore.

I'm using my powers for good.

Company must be pretty desperate

if they sent your skinny ass up here.

Well, they figured you'd kill anybody else.

You can't buy back trust.

Who do you go to if you can't go to the cops?

This is Melody, one of my oldest friends.

Right now, I need a favor.

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.

My pleasure.

Detective Dante.

I haven't seen you before. You new?

Hey!

Officer.

Here you go. Pulled it from precinct surveillance.

Who is she?

How many others are out there, desperate,

with nowhere to turn?

They have somewhere to turn.

They turn to me. We just have to let them know.

Hey. Everything okay?

No. He's doing decimals.

You know I suck at math.

Okay, sis. Put him on.

Mom, it's almost bedtime.

I really need your brain.

When will you be home?

Mr. Sadler just got back, so soon.

- You promise? - 100%.

And then we'll put those decimals in their place.

Yeah, this homework is doing a serious number on me.

There's the smile I love.

Don't stress, baby. I'll be there soon.

Hi, Mr. Sadler.

Hey, Aliya. How are the munchkins?

Asleep. They were super sweet today.

I left some dinner in the fridge for you.

Oh, you're a lifesaver.

Thanks for staying late.

Of course, Mr. Sadler. See you tomorrow.

Jackson?

Joy?

Jackson?!

Jackson?!

Joy?

What happened?

- Where's Jackson? - They took him.

Two men. With guns.

No! You can't.

They said if you call the police, they'll kill him.

Who won? You or your demons?

Split decision.

What's that, a vision board?

Yep. Now that you're home all the time,

you're gonna need me less.

Time to reassess and manifest.

Go Aunt Vi.

(SCREAMS) Ow. Delilah?

DELILAH (EXHALES): Ooh, okay.

That looks angry.

Um, the red will go away before Thursday, right?

Okay, I'm doing it. No, I'm doing it. Okay.

Okay, one, two...

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

I have to, um, call you back, Maya.

You enjoy that?

Immensely. What's Thursday?

What? Um, nothing. It's just, like, a school thing.

Okay, well, nothing to see here.

You two can go back to doing whatever you were doing.

Okay.

But the next time you cry out in pain,

do not expect us to come running.

A school thing?

You believe her?

Not for a second.

That a "You up?" text?

No, this is one of the charities I consult for.

They need me to come in.

What kind of charity needs a consult

after 9:00 at night?

The international kind.

Now, Vi, while I'm out,

can you try to see if you can get Delilah

to spill what's up?

I mean, she's easier with you.

We've gotten dozens of hits off that message you sent out,

but this one is different. How so?

Hey, have you seen my charger?

Yeah, it's upstairs charging my notebook.

You d... you didn't ask me?

I-I've been looking for it for an hour.

Mel, where are all the other chargers we bought?

Where-where do they go?

He's so cute when he's annoyed.

Sometimes I do it on purpose.

Harry, babe,

just play her the message. All right.

All right, this one came in on our post

from a community crisis board in Queens.

And unlike the others, this isn't some metaphoric cat

in a theoretical tree.

My sister saw your post.

I don't know if you're for real,

but men broke into my apartment and took my son,

and now they're asking me to do something

that I have no idea how to do.

And if I go to the police, they say they'll kill him.

Please, I've got nowhere else to turn.

What do you want to do?

It happened so fast.

I tried to fight, but...

Tell me about the men.

They were white.

One's dark-haired with a short beard.

The other's lighter, with a goatee.

You said they wanted you to do something.

The man I nanny for,

his name is Frank Sadler.

He works for the FBI.

There's a safe at the house. They want what's inside.

And you haven't told him?

They said they had spies in his office.

If we told him or the police,

we'd never see Jackson alive again.

I'd try to open it if I could,

but I don't have the combination, and it's alarmed.

Three wrong tries and the police come.

If I don't get what they want by Friday,

they'll kill my son.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

But there's something I need you to do for me.

It'll be hard.

Go to work, act like nothing is wrong.

As long as you're there,

they'll think you're trying to get into that safe.

You think you can do that?

Good. It'll buy us some time.

I'll get in touch with you.

What are you? Some kind of...

ex-cop?

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

You must hate me.

Someone's grumpy.

"Got a problem?

Odds against you?"

You saw my ad, huh?

Hell yeah, I saw it.

- So did the CIA. - So?

I don't work for them anymore.

Thought you didn't, either.

I don't.

But we have an understanding.

One that keeps them out of my hair.

But their most dangerous asset going freelance?

Did you really think they were gonna look the other way?

What are you doing?

I'm using my powers for good.

Well, they want you to stop.

This new side gig of yours is bringing up questions.

Questions they don't want asked.

They betrayed me.

Tell me why I should care.

This whole world is broken, Bish.

And we helped break it.

The bad guys aren't even afraid anymore.

Because we let them get away with it.

Hell, sometimes we even helped them.

Tell them I appreciate their concern,

but I'm not stopping.

You don't want these people as your enemy.

They don't want me as theirs.

Hey, Dante. The facial rec

on your mystery gal turned up negative.

They said it's like she doesn't exist.

Except she does.

Your client's boss.

Special Agent Frank Sadler, 42.

Lost his wife to cancer a couple of years ago.

Considered a rising star in the Bureau.

His task force broke that al-Shabaab terror cell

in the Bronx last year.

I don't suppose you know what he's up to now?

No, because in order to attain that info,

I'd have to hack into the FBI.

You know I don't like the FBI.

Come on, babe. They think you're dead.

Yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way.

And there's also a little something called reality.

Perhaps you guys have heard of it?

Oh, that thing I bend to my will?

No, it's good, it's funny. Here's the thing, okay?