The Equalizer

Previously on The Equalizer...

You are Colton Fisk.

Fisk? You mean the guy that got all those agents killed

- the last time you worked with him? - Yeah, that's him.

- What happened? - Fisk happened.

You think I, uh, carry a flamethrower

around with me just in case?

Nothing you do would surprise me.

You may be happy playing those games...

but I'm not.

Mall Cop.

Bring coffee for me?

You call me Mall Cop again, you gonna be wearing this.

Don't be like that.

I got a job for you.

Imagine my excitement.

I think you'll find this worthy of your time.

What do you want, Fisk?

I need you to make contact with an ex-MI6 agent.

Rick Dawson?

As you know, he's been underground the past few years

after going rogue and killing a potential asset.

Yeah, Diego Alcazar.

Well, how am I supposed to find him? From what I hear, this guy's a ghost.

He surfaced once, about six months ago in Brussels.

Got into a street brawl and almost killed four civilians.

That doesn't sound like the Rick I knew.

We have information that leads us to believe

that Dawson is heading to Paris.

- What's in Paris? - An ex-MI6 agent,

Charles Batley. He was recently murdered there.

Batley was one of Dawson's closest friends.

Okay, so you think

Rick is gonna want answers and poke his head out.

Wet work was not in our deal.

We don't want you to kill him. Batley had a file containing

the location of enriched plutonium rings.

They were stolen out of Russia and never recovered.

So you think Rick knows where the file is?

If Dawson does turn up in Paris,

your mission is to enlist his aid to retrieve that file.

What makes you think he would agree to help?

Because you're gonna let him know,

if he helps retrieve the file, the CIA and MI6

are prepared to forgive his past indiscretion.

He can come in from the cold.

One last question.

Why me?

I think we both know the answer to that.

Okay, so where you going?

'Cause that face is beat!

Thanks. I'm, uh, I'm trying some new looks

for my final interview tomorrow at Chevaux Sauvages boutique

for the intern position.

Congratulations. I know how much you want that.

Oh, my gosh, who wouldn't?

I mean, it'll look great on college applications.

Plus, I'll learn a ton about business,

working in the fashion space, marketing.

Employee discount doesn't hurt, either. Ooh, you already know.

Um, by the way, Mom called on her way to the airport.

Apparently, she's...

Going out of town.

Not just out of town, overseas.

Did she tell you what for?

No. Only that it's classified.

I got the same thing.

Mm.

Listen, there's nothing to worry about.

She'll be back before we know it.

Right now, your job is to concentrate

on landing that internship.

Okay.

Wish me luck?

You don't need no luck. Slay.

No way.

Is that our...

Dream Connecticut farmhouse,

aka "the one that got away"? Yes, it is.

And it's back on the market.

Oh, my God.

Remember how badly we wanted it?

We were gonna grow old there.

And I had to go screw it all up by faking my death.

Oh, we didn't need that very, very large deposit anyway.

I'm joking. You were gonna go to prison for life.

Yeah, I know, but, geez, come on,

- look at those views. - Mm.

I don't know, you want to go take a look?

Maybe second time's the charm.

- Is it really back on the market? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, yeah.

Hey, Rob. I got your text.

Yeah, looks like we're chasing a ghost.

So did, uh, Fisk give you any leads

on how you're supposed to track

- this Rick Dawson guy down? - None.

When did you first meet this guy, anyway?

Uh, several years back.

We were both undercover in Panama.

What was the mission?

We were both trying to recruit an asset,

international arms dealer Diego Alcazar.

Oh, that sounds like a treasure trove of intel

- for whatever agency bagged this guy. - Wait a minute,

did you and Rick know you were working the same guy?

I made Rick as MI6 pretty quickly,

but I don't think he ever caught on I was CIA.

But someone did.

One morning, I was recalled

before I could get to Diego.

You don't know what happened?

Not really.

Just that, when I left,

Rick killed Diego.

He killed the guy he was supposed to recruit?

MI6 couldn't have been happy about that.

They disavowed him, and he's been a ghost ever since.

Paris is a big town. Where should we start?

Well, shouldn't be too hard to lure him out.

Every man has needs, babe.

I love how you can reduce all guys to, like, their "needs,"

like we're some sort of primitive, single-celled...

Yours are vintage guitars

and Japanese denim

and sexy, badass bar owners.

Okay, all right. Look, we're not, uh, looking for me.

We're looking for this, uh, Rick Dawson fellow, right?

All right. Any recollection on what Rick liked to eat, drink, any hobbies, meds?

He was very fond of caviar,

aged whiskey, and Kobe steaks.

Add those to my list.

You know, actually,

he would go out of his way

to get these cigars. Um...

Premio De Leon.

Okay. That sounds pretty rare.

Might work.

Yeah. Only one place in Paris

stocks them. Le Fumoir Parisien.

Okay. We'll start there.

Premio De Leon.

Merci.

Good to see you, Rick.

"Good" wasn't the first word that jumped to mind.

You know, from day one, I thought the real estate was beneath you.

It took me a minute, but I finally put together you were CIA.

I take it you knew I was MI6?

I did.

Figured.

Still, I'm a little surprised that they sent you, of all people,

to kill me.

I'm not here to kill you.

That's not why I'm here at all.

Those guys that came after me in Brussels...

They're CIA, too?

I was told they were civilians.

Well, then someone lied.

Like I told you, that's not why I'm here.

Then why are you here?

I need your help.

There's a file that contains the location

of a hidden cache of plutonium rings.

Charles Batley has that file.

And because Charles and I were friends,

you think I have it?

Or know where to find it.

Why should I help you?

Because I have a deal that you definitely can't refuse.

You help me find that file,

all will be forgiven with the CIA and MI6.

You can go home.

In my experience,

when something sounds too good to be true,

it normally is.

You believe me now?

You know, when you vanished without a word that morning,

I feared the worst.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have taken off like that,

but my cover was blown. I was called back to Langley.

There was just no time to say goodbye.

So...

will you help me?

Because I know you.

Deep down, you're a patriot.

And those plutonium rings in the wrong hands

means a global disaster.

I'll help you...

but I don't know where the file is.

Never even heard about it till now.

I just got to town a couple of hours ago

to look into Charles's murder.

Went to his place, it was already being picked over

by police and God knows who else.

Would Charles keep something that valuable

in his place anyway?

Charles kept a secret apartment

under the name of one of his aliases.

I was heading there next.