The Equalizer

I serve as an equalizer.

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

Previously on The Equalizer...

Does the name Mason Quinn mean anything to you?

I was promised that he would spend

the rest of his miserable life locked up.

Who promised you that?

How could you lie to me,

when you knew I should have known?

Well, when it comes to Quinn,

you're just a little bit obsessed, aren't you?

Good to know you're still in play.

I'm gonna get you again.

And this time, I'm gonna kill you.

Everything I could dig up on Mason Quinn

since the CIA let him go.

Uh, word of advice: don't open it.

It's not your problem anymore.

I'm looking for Viola Marsette?

I have a sketch I want to ask you about.

The woman in that portrait,

she was more than a friend.

It wasn't something that could survive

the real world,

as the world was then.

I don't know you,

but if Marcus trusted you,

then I trust you, too.

Please find him.

Yes! I need a airlift. Officer down.

You are a good cop.

I can't be a good cop if I don't know why I'm doing it.

Because if I don't, I'm afraid of who I might become.

Ooh.

Aren't you looking all dapper, Aunt Vi?

Spending the day with Tricia in Connecticut.

Ah.

And how's that going?

We're not asking any questions right now.

Just simply enjoying each other's company.

Well, you think you could drop Dee off

on your way to your rendezvous?

- Of course. - Mom?

Do you know about this?

Yeah. He's gonna be fine.

You're not the one who shot him, are you?

No.

Just glad he's gonna be okay.

He was so kind to Dee when Jason was shot.

Well, he's at home recovering.

Wait.

Are you guys friends now?

Aren't you gonna be late for school?

Aunt Vi's gonna drop you off.

That is not an answer.

Maybe it was.

Come on, girl. Let's go.

Vanessa.

I thought you'd be back at work by now.

I am. I'm just pitching in with the kids while Marcus recovers.

He's in the middle of a physical therapy session.

He's gonna be a while.

Oh. How y'all doing?

Kyler and Stefon don't want to let him out of their sight.

We're all appreciating

he's still with us and that you brought him home.

Well, we got lucky.

I have a feeling luck has nothing to do with it

where you're concerned.

How's he doing?

Shoulder and knee are healing.

But he won't talk about the rest...

Turning in his badge.

Seems more worried about how all this

is affecting the kids than himself.

I get it.

But in times of stress,

it's like being on a plane.

When the oxygen masks drop,

parents have to be the one to put it on first.

I told him pretty much the same thing.

Great minds.

- I gotta take this call. - Yeah.

I'll-I'll let him know you stopped by.

Thank you.

Hello?

This is red flag. 6343.

Open source. Requesting ghost render.

Location: songbird, Alpha-Theta, six.

So, I just got an interesting voice mail.

- Yeah? From who? - From your old buddy Paulie Schinzel.

Mm. What'd he want?

To tell me that he's completely freaked out,

because he was walking around the East Side

and he thought he saw a ghost.

You. He said he tried to catch up,

but you vanished behind a bus.

And now he thinks he's losing his mind.

- Good. - Honey...

What? I mean...

that guy's entire thing was

how important a friend I was to him.

Meanwhile, he doesn't even go to my own funeral.

- You're still holding that against him? - Yeah.

There are plenty of reasons why

people don't go to funerals.

Yeah, but it was a perfect metaphor

for our entire relationship.

You know, the only time I ever heard from that guy

was when he wanted something from me.

You know, a favor, advice, a shoulder to cry on.

I was always there for him.

The one time I die? Dude couldn't be bothered.

You need to let this go.

Oh. Hey, Rob.

- What's up? - I just got a strange call.

Schinzel?

Who?

Ignore that. What was the call?

An SOS call from a CIA agent

asking to meet at specific coordinates.

Why is a CIA agent calling you?

I have no clue.

I haven't seen or spoken to her in ten years.

Do me a favor, dig into her.

Her name is Marcela Mendez.

See what you can find out

about what she's been up to lately.

Mendez. All right.

Any idea what she was calling about?

No. But a red flag code...

You don't send one of those up unless it's life or death.

You move, you die.

Hands up, nice and easy.

Wait!

You're...

Robyn McCall.

I suppose that makes losing my gun a bit less embarrassing.

Who are you?

Carter Griffin. CIA.

I worked support roles on a few of your missions.

- Do you mind? - Not until you tell me

what I just walked into.

I wish I could. I got here a minute before you.

I'm Marcela's handler.

She missed her check-in, so I came to find her.

In case you're thinking this was me,

the shot came through there from a distance.

Your turn. Why are you here?

Thought you were out.

I am.

Marcela called me.

With a red flag code.

She called you?

If she was in trouble, why didn't she call me?

Good question.

Was she on-mission?

No, just came off.

What was it?

Defection.

Three weeks ago, a Chinese translator at the U.N.

named Chen Ying reached out.

Wanted to trade sensitive information

in exchange for U.S. protection.

But last week, before Marcela could bring her in,

the translator was pulled back to China.

Days later, she was found in Beijing with her throat slit.

Beijing is sending a message.

Thanks.

I'm confused.

How did you know Marcela?

She was my student.

Come on, what do you have?

What do you have?

Breathe it. Breathe it.

Parry, parry, parry.

Drop. Let's go.

Release!

That's three submissions in a row.

He's bigger, stronger.

"There are no limits."

Bruce Lee.

He was your height,

not much heavier than you, but he could deliver

a punching power of 350 pounds. Why?

Because he spent hundreds of hours

with singular purpose

until he perfected his technique.

The reason you keep losing on the mat is you.

You're sloppy. You're unfocused.

You're not working hard enough.

Come on, girl.

Again!

Single shot to the T-box.

Bullet severed her spinal column.

At least she didn't suffer.

Which means whoever did it was a pro.

Better.

Better? That's it?

What, you want a trophy for staying alive?