The Equalizer (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - When Worlds Collide - full transcript

Previously on The Equalizer...

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

I serve as an equalizer.

It's what I was put
on this earth to do.

I want you to resurrect me.

You serious, babe?
I just want to live

preferably without being
arrested by the Feds

for leaking military secrets.

That's a tall order, Harry.

Have you ever had an asset

who had to disappear?
A few.



Ever try to bring one back?

Just how deep in the cold
are they?

The Arctic.
From what I've learned,

sometimes there just isn't
a way back home.

♪ Voodoo in my blood is livid

♪ Blood take, I'm chillin'

♪ Chill me got the soul
of a mimic ♪

♪ It's not quite right,
you must be a cynic ♪

♪ Sign of the wars is
my grinning ♪

♪ Come in to my time
and see me ♪

♪ Mm

♪ Hmm...

It's about time.

This guy is smart.



Sophisticated
obfuscation protocol, which...

Did you get it or not?

Yes.

♪ Barely, barely grieving

♪ Keep the front door open

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Okay, you got me up early
on a Saturday morning.

Sorry to cut into
your family time.

Speaking of family,

how's Delilah?

Making progress.

Therapy's helping,

and she wants to
invite you over

for dinner so you could
spill all my secrets.

Hey, you didn't rush me down
here so you could ask about Dee.

Why are you redlining?

I don't redline.

Tell that to your eyebrows.

Someone's hit my personal server
with a cyberattack.

Some hacktivist group.

They want millions,
or they're gonna release

all my files to the dark web.

Well, if your people can't help,

what makes you think I can?
Come on, McCall.

I know he's alive.

Who?

Don't "who" me.

You once asked me to clear
someone's name with the Feds.

And now you're palling
around with his widow,

Mel Bayani.

You're making
a big leap here.

Robyn.

If those files get leaked,

it's not just the end
of my business.

There's intel in there

that could jeopardize
national security.

Blow up alliances.

Unless you're willing
to risk World War III,

I need Harry's help.

Babe, it's McCall.

Hey, Rob, you're up early.

Good morning, Harry.
I need a favor.

For Bishop.

His server's been encrypted
and is being held hostage.

Mm, cyber hooligans,

giving the rest of us
a bad name.

Yeah, I'll be happy
to look into it.

Wait, hold on,
hold on a second.

If Bishop's top guys
couldn't crack it,

who did you tell him
you were bringing this to?

About that.

You're cleaning up for Bishop?

We don't get a lot of
visitors down here.

Besides, he may be
my ticket out.

Harry Keshegian.

Bishop.

Hi.
Harry.

You look pretty good
for a dead guy.

Thanks. Moisturizer.

Oh, hey, Mel.

Bishop.

So, I'm impressed.

This is quite a joint
you guys got here.

You know, as they say,
nice place to visit,

but, uh, eh...

Well,
principles have consequences.

See, that kind of thinking

is exactly
why I don't trust you.

I know how to keep a secret.

Is that right?
Because I thought you were here

because your secrets got hacked.

Not if we get in front of it.

All right, look.

The information you sent
is being processed.

I'm through, uh, most
of the ransomware firewalls.

Robyn tells me you're working
on clearing Harry's name.

How's that going?

Yeah, I've got some feelers out.

You've "got some feelers out"?
What does that even mean?

Uh-oh.
You got something?

Yeah, but you're not
gonna like it.

Encrypting that drive was just
a smoke screen to hide

what they were actually doing,
which was introducing malware

onto the server.

What kind of malware?

It's called a bloodhound virus,

which is pretty much exactly

what it sounds like.

It's designed to seek out
specific targets.

In this case, this file.

No, no, no,
you got to stop that.

Right now.
Yeah, sorry,
maybe I wasn't clear.

It's already been breached.

Bish?

What's on that file?

It's an identity that I've been
safeguarding for 25 years.

It's the name of my son.

♪

Yeah, yeah, got it.
Thanks, Harry.

All right, he tracked
your son's phone.

He's at Claremont and 123rd,
and he's still not answering.

And you have a son?

Zade. His name is Zade.

And he's getting a PhD
in poli-sci at Columbia.

And you kept that from me
for 20 years?

Nobody knows.

Not even him.

We thought it'd be
safer that way.

Who's we?

His mother, Adhara.

We met in Syria
in the '90s.

She got pulled into
a terror cell against her will,

so, uh, I recruited her.

Her people got onto her.

We spent days in hiding together

before I could get us out
to safety.

Just happened.

You loved her.

♪

We got back to the States,

we found out
that she was pregnant.

I was happy.

But let's face it,
who I am and what I do...

that was everything
she was running away from.

She didn't want that
for her kid.

I don't blame her.

So we both decided
that I, uh,

I should stay away.

But you kept tabs.

Every school play,
every baseball game,

I was there.

But never as his dad.

But if no one knows about him,

then why are they going
after this file?

You think his mother knows?
She's dead.

Six months ago, cancer.

I'm so sorry, Bish.

Well, if she's gone, then...

Why don't I call him?

What the hell
am I gonna say?

"Hey, it's your
long-lost dad.

I'm this random guy
you don't even know."

Well, staying away doesn't seem
like an option anymore.

♪

Clear.

Clear.

His phone.

They took him.
Yeah, but who?

They attacked my files.

This is about me.

They're just using him
for leverage.

This is why I stayed away.

Whoever it is,
We'll get him back.

I checked all available footers.

There's no coverage of
the front of the building.

Anything suspicious
in the area?

There was a green van
that was idling

across the street
about an hour ago.

Driver never got out.

Could've been standing watch.
Plates?

Unlisted.
I tried to track it

through street cams,
but I-I lost it in a dead area.

All right, thanks, Harry.

Well, let me know
if you find anything.

You sure

you don't want me to call
a CSU team

for that print?
Oh, no, no.

No cops. I'll put
my people on it.

That's Zade's phone.

Hello?

Yeah.

Okay.

Well, that's not gonna...

They got him.

What do they want?

A meet in an hour.

Ransom demands?

Not yet, just a meet.

Well, if this is about you,
and all they want is a meet

it's probably a trap.

You think I don't know that?

What am I gonna do?

They said if I don't show,
they'll kill him.

Okay. Well, I'm going with you.

No, you can't.

I go alone or he dies.

Well, then I do overwatch.

Look, you've been going through
this by yourself too long.

That ends now.

Aunt Vi, is Mom back yet?

No, she's out.

Another one of her missions.

Hmm.

Think she'd let me borrow
her rose gold hoops?

My darling,
you should never lose

that cheerful optimism,

however untethered to reality
it may be.

You expecting someone?

No.

Hello, may I help you?

I'm looking for Violet Marsette.
Found her.

Ms. Marsette, hi.

Um, I hope I'm
not bothering you.

I have a sketch
I want to ask you about.

I think it might be
one of yours.

I'm Kathy, by the way.

♪

I'm so sorry,
I don't recognize it.

Are you sure?

Aren't those your initials
at the bottom?

I'm afraid you're looking

for a different VM.

I hope you haven't wasted
too much time coming here.

Sorry to bother you,
Ms. Marsette.

Enjoy your day.

You, too.

In case you change
your mind...

What was that about?

Nothing. Just a mix-up.

♪

Anything?

Not yet.
Nothing on my end.

Bishop, black Mercedes,
your six.

Oh, my God.

What? Who is that?

What is he doing
in New York?

Do you know who I am?

Hassan Talib.

They call you the Architect,
responsible for the bombing

of the USS McKinleyand
the American Embassy in Turkey.

I know who you are.

And you are William Bishop,

former CIA station chief,
head of Bishop Security.

And the man who stole my wife.

You didn't just steal her,

but you also sired her child.

And now I have
that child. G.

So, Bishop had a kid

with a terrorist's wife.

No wonder they kept it secret.

I don't know the kid.

What makes you think
I care about him?

You're here, aren't you?

I read the whole file.

Updates from her,
his pictures.

You care.

Kid's got nothing
to do with this.

You want
revenge, right?

Here I am. Take me.

Your death would be a pleasure.

But Allah has different plans.

Your intelligence agencies

just interfered with
a major attack I was preparing,

and I find myself
a hunted man.

My people cannot get me out.

But you can.

How am I supposed to do that?

If they know you're here,

then every bridge, every tunnel,
every airport

is gonna be locked down
as tight as a drum.

There's no way.

I have faith, William Bishop.

After all,
you're good

at spiriting people off in the
dead of the night, are you not?

It's different this time.

You'll find a way.

Get me out
of the country tonight,

or your son dies.

Are you guys out of your minds?
Hassan Talib, he's got

the blood of more than 200
U.S. citizens on his hands.

Y-You just want to
help him get away?

I'll understand if you
want to sit this one out,

but I can't.

His son's life is at stake.

I can't use

my usual team.

They have too many
intelligence ties.

And something this big
is sure to leak.

Alphabets
get involved,

they won't care
that it's Bishop son.

Right. He's just
collateral damage.

Exactly.

No.

You're in enough trouble
as it is.

You really want to add
aiding and abetting

a terrorist to the list?

And by the way,
who's stupid enough

to steal a terrorist's wife?

He was just a low-level
guy back then.

You want to know why he's
called the Architect?

'Cause he plans the attacks.
No.

Because he studied
architecture in Madrid.

That's where
he met Adhara.

And then his parents were
killed in a bombing.

So then, he goes back to Syria.

That's when he got radicalized.

Adhara wanted nothing
to do with that life.

Look, the point is this:
I agree with you.

We cannot let Talib go.

But I'm asking you

to help me save my son.

So, what's the plan?

Once Zade's free,

we take Talib into custody.

Meanwhile, we act like
we're getting him out. Buy time.

Except the entire city's on
fire looking for this guy.

So we use that against them.

Everyone is looking for Talib,

so we turn him into someone
people aren't looking for.

Once that's done, I'll take
him to a private airport.

Where I'm gonna have a jet
waiting to fly him to Cuba

where his people
are waiting for him.

Hopefully,
we never get that far.

But it all depends

upon you two
helping Bishop find Zade.

Do you have any leads?

Just one.

A fingerprint found
at Zade's apartment.

If we can find out who took him,

maybe it'll lead
to where they're holding him.

Let's say we do
get Zade out in time.

How is Robyn gonna know?

These two watches

are linked.

When I free Zade,
I press this button.

Her watch will flash green.

At which point I know

Talib is fair game.

All right, let's do this.

Robyn.

Anyone catches you with Talib,

even I can't help you.

Well, then,
I better not get caught.

But, Bishop,

what if you can't
get Zade out in time?

Well, then we both know
what you have to do.

Where's Bishop?

He's arranging the plane.
I'm his specialist.

Tell him I want someone else.

Don't like women drivers?

Well, I don't like terrorists
in my car.

So I guess we're all gonna have
to be unhappy today.

He sent me

because I'm the best.

And since you're being hunted
by every Fed in the country,

I suggest you make peace
with that.

But it's your choice.

No. Just you.

Getting you out is
gonna be hard enough.

You'll have to trust me.

Go on.

Trust only goes so far.

And in case you are
under any illusions:

biometric scanner.

If I don't reset it
every 15 minutes,

my men will know
that something has happened,

and Bishop's son will die.

It detects pulse

and fingerprint,

so you can't kill me
and cut my finger off.

Well, I guess I'll just have
to stick with plan A.

And what is your plan A?

To make Hassan Talib disappear.

Okay. She's off and running.

Any progress?

I've been scrubbing cameras
for that green van.

Nothing yet. And no hits
on that print, either.

I've checked AFIS,
DoD, Interpol.

Basically every database
I have access to.

You know, it might be
the time to try

the one you don't have
access to.

Now I see why
you're friends with Rob.

Are you saying you want him
to hack into the CIA?

Listen, just setting aside
how insanely dangerous that is,

I mean, do you realize
how long that would take?

Even for somebody
with my skills.

Not as long as you think.

What if I told you

that I left a backdoor
in the system,

in case of emergencies?

I'd say you were insane.

They have a sentry system, okay?

Which can identify incursions
within minutes.

Even with a backdoor,
I would have to be

in and out of there
in under two minutes.

And that's all the time
you need.

If Harry does this,
do you promise

you'll clear his name?

I'm trying,
but it's complicated.

That's not a promise.

If I could get him
out of there I would.

So you're saying you can't?

I'm saying that Harry pissed off
a lot of important people.

And right now, those people
aren't in the forgiving mood.

Sorry, Harry,

that's just the truth.

Where'd you hide the backdoor?

Babe, no. No.

He's like family to Rob.

Which means
he's basically our family.

And in spite of what
the Feds say,

I released that classified intel
for one reason:

I actually love my country.

So if finding

Bishop's son means
stopping a terrorist,

it's really not a--
it's not a choice.

You know? It's an obligation.

Harry.

You're a good man.

Yeah, sometimes I hate
how good you are.

Yeah, sometimes I do, too.

For instance, now.

As-salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam,sister.

Yusuf has all the documents
ready inside.

Come in. Come in.

Thank you for your help,

especially on such short notice.

Of course.

I just need a name
for the passport.

And the picture.

Stand down.

Now.

How can you bring
this monster to my house?

I mean no disrespect...

...but it's complicated.

It is not complicated.

The man is a murderer.

You're not wrong.

But I need you
to finish that passport.

You are no longer my friend.

After this, do not
ever come back here.

I understand.

Rahima, I'm sorry,

but I'm gonna need
your help, too.

To change your face,

we must take off the hair.

Not the beard.
You heard her.

She said you must
become unrecognizable.

No. It is sunnah.

You are not Salafi.

Shaving is not haram.

It pleases Muhammad.

It's my faith, my strength.

It'll be your death
if someone recognizes you.

They're looking for a man
with a beard.

So what pleases Muhammad most?

Your beard or your life?

Hey.

Need any help?

I'm good.

You sure?

Okay, spill it.

Okay. I know
that was your portrait.

It was your style,

your signature.

So why'd you say it wasn't?

This is a story
I only want to tell once.

The woman in that portrait

was a friend from college.

Actually...

...she was more than a friend.

So what happened?

Eventually, school ended and...

we went our separate ways.

We just
thought that

it wasn't something that could
survive the real world,

as the world was then.

Tricia went on to marry.

A man.

I haven't seen
her since.

Story over.

No, no,
because who was that woman

who showed up this morning?

Based on the resemblance?

I'd say it was
Tricia's daughter.

You think her mom
sent her to find you?

Maybe there's a reason.

Dee, don't try to make this

into something that it isn't.

For better or for worse,

I put all of this

behind me a long time ago.

Still,

aren't you even a little curious
to find out what she's like now?

What's the harm?

Okay, I think we're set.
You want us to wait?

I'm 30 minutes out.
We're running out of time.

You sure you want to do this?

No.

But I'm gonna do it anyway.

Okay. Starting the timer now.

I'm in.

Locating the database.

Running the print.

We got a hit.

Who?

Hadid Bashir. Do you know him?

Ex-foreign intelligence.

Worked closely with the CIA

until he had a beef about money.

Went independent
about five years ago.

Always works
for the highest bidder.

So Talib hed him to grab Zade?

Where is he keeping him?

One minute, 30. Harry,
you got to get out of there.

All right, now, wait,
Harry, generate a list

of decommissioned
CIA safe houses in the area.

Anything over five years old.

Bashir would know
about those properties.

One minute, 54. Harry?

Okay, I got three. Now can I...?

Go, go. Get out of there.

Harry, is there any way
we can get a live feed

of those addresses?

No problem.

Okay. I got street cams
on all three.

That green van is parked down
the street from one of them.

That's where
they're holding him.

If it's a safe house,
it's a fortress.

How are you gonna get in?

Every safe house
has a back way out,

in case it gets breached.

That's how I'm going in.
Send me the address.

You know what, Bishop?

A "please" would be nice.

Please?

Sure.

You should have killed them.

For helping you?

They're planning to alert
the authorities.

By the time they get out
of those restraints,

you'll be long gone.

Enough innocent people
have died because of you.

I'm not adding to that number.

Despite what your
government and media

would have you believe,
I do not kill innocent people.

They were casualties
of a war we did not start.

But because
I look different,

because my skin is different,

because my faith
is different,

I am the terrorist.

Put that gun under the seat.

There's a
checkpoint ahead.

They're going
car by car.

Do you want to get caught?

Don't do anything stupid.

If I was gonna do that,
you'd be dead already.

Stop right there, please.

License and registration.

Of course, Officer.

Unlock your tailgate, please.

Sure.

Have a good evening.

Thank you, Officer.

Don't get cocky.

There'll be FBI at the airport.

And they'll be looking
much closer.

We're here.

Bishop's reputation
is well-deserved.

It's a private flight,

so no metal detectors.

But let me do the talking
with passport control, okay?

The last thing we need
is your accent raising flags.

My passport?

What's the second one for?

I was hired to deliver you
to Cuba.

That's exactly what
I'm going to do.

You want to go by yourself?

Fine.

But I don't
know this pilot,

nor his intentions.

Okay, you'll come.

But I'll take your gun.

You'll just have to trust me.

Wow.

Lot of security tonight.
Something up?

I need to see
your passports, please.

What was the purpose of
your visit to the United States?

Business.

Mr. Machado here was part

of a special envoy to the U.N.

from Cuba.

I'm Maxine Holt

from the State Department,
his escort.

Mr. Machado,
what kind of work do you do?

Mr. Machado is a specialist

in global warming.
I'm asking him.

Well, he doesn't speak English.
I'm sorry.

In Cuba?
Everyone speaks English.

In Havana, maybe.

But Mr. Machado here
is from Viñales.

You ever been?

Checks out.

Says Manhattan will be
underwater in ten years.

You're all set.
Have a safe flight.

Thank you.

How did you know I was fluent?

Four years in Madrid,
I figured you could get by.

Hey. Hey.

Good. You're not dead.

Zade?

You know my name?

Who are you?

I'm an intelligence operative.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

How's that working out for you?

Actually,

I got caught on purpose.

Easier to find you that way.

Who sent you?

Why did those guys grab me?

I know you got a lot
of questions,

but we're on a clock,
and we're running out of time.

First thing I got to do,

is find out how many guys
we're dealing with.

There's seven.

The three who grabbed me,
four other voices.

Three of them speak Arabic,
one speaks Pashto.

Oh, every hour, one of them
opens up the door

to check up on me.

Pretty impressive.

Where'd you learn to do that?

My mother. She always said
we had to be on guard.

She never said why.

I guess today I found out.

What's your name?

Bishop. You can call me Bishop.

Hmm.

Your mom teach you
how to fight, too?

I can handle myself.

Yeah?

Good, 'cause next time

these guys come to check on us,

we're gonna take them out.

With what, exactly?

We don't have weapons.

Sure we do.

They're just keeping
them warm for us.

Uh, I don't know

if you've noticed,
but we're duct-taped.

I've already checked.

There's nothing sharp enough
to cut through the tape.

Yes, there is.

Tell me,

when were you
intending to kill me?

No more need to lie.

We have Bishop.

On the contrary,

most agreements
are made

with a gun to someone's head.

You just
haven't noticed,

because for a hundred years,
the West have held the gun.

I studied to be an architect

because I wanted
to build a future.

I was naive.

When bombs fall

on our buildings--
American bombs--

killing my parents, my family...

...what kind of future
can we have?

I am no longer naive.

What happened to your family
was wrong.

But it doesn't make
what you do right.

No.

But it makes it necessary.

That's funny.

That's just what Americans say.

Don't worry.

I'll free the son as promised.

And Bishop?

He wasn't part of the deal.

How's it look?

Still a ways to go.

What?

Nothing.

You look a lot like your mother.

You knew her?

I helped her out
a long time ago.

You helped her out of Syria?

Did you know my father, too?

She didn't tell you about him?

Just that he was the love
of her life.

I asked,
but she said

it would be too dangerous

for me to know
anything about him.

I never understood
what that meant, but...

I think I know now.

How's that?

I was going through
a box of her old photos,

and I found some pictures of her

with a man I recognized
from the news.

It was the terrorist
Hassan Talib.

That's why she had
to leave Syria.

I think Talib is my father.

But you got that from looking
at a bunch of old photos?

Why else would she have
a picture with him?

It explains a lot.

Why she trained
me for trouble.

Why those men kidnapped me.

And why she didn't
want to tell me.

That my...

'Cause my father is a monster?

That part may be true.

Listen. Talib's not your father.

Your mother hated him.

If you know it's not Talib,
do you know who my father is?

Tell you what.

When we get out of here,

I'm gonna help you
find some of those answers.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

I bet you will.

My men will be here soon.

I got you here,
now make the call to free Zade.

I'll make the call
when I'm safe.

Not before.
What about the timer?

I'll reset it
when it reaches zero.

I want to see you do it.

You're in no position
to make demands.

How do I know you won't let it
run out once you're outside?

You don't.

Now, you're gonna
reset that timer.

No.

You're going to let me go.

You know I can't do that, Talib.

My orders are to take you
into custody.

Then you're going to have
to shoot me first.

And if you shoot me,
they will die

in less than a minute.

Now, unless
you let me go,

I will not reset it.

Lower the gun!

You care too much.

It's your weakness.

Yeah, I know.

You hold on. Hold on.

Hold on. Don't you die yet.

Come on. Reset.

Get us out of here, now!

Rob, what's going on?

Talib's dead.

So Bishop and Zade are safe?

No. They're still being held.

Wait, I-I don't understand.
Doesn't that mean...?

Bishop and I had an arrangement.

We couldn't let Talib walk,
no matter what.

So when I did it,
I signaled Bishop with my watch.

He and Zade have 15 minutes
to get out of there,

otherwise I just signed
their death warrant.

Almost. Almost. Come on.

You got this.

Come on. Yeah.

How long has this been flashing?

I don't know. What's it mean?

It means we've got to move fast

if we're gonna get
out of here alive.

That signal was a warning.

Those guys out there are about
to receive a kill order.

Can't we just grab them when
they come in, like you said?

We've lost the element
of surprise.

We got to get out
of here right now.

Door's bolted shut.
Not for long.

What are those?

It's an old spy trick.

Put these together,
chemical reaction-- boom.

Get back.
All right.

Know how to use this?

Let's go.

This way.

♪

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

I'm still pissed at you.

You're always pissed at me.

Come on, get in.

Nice shot.

Looks like I've got
some cleaning up to do.

Well, that can wait.

All right, here's what
I want you to do.

Go grab some of your stuff,
but just enough for a few days.

I thought you said
Talib was dead.

Yeah, Talib is d...

Talib is dead.

And his men are in custody.

But we want to get you
somewhere safe

until we know
the threat's eliminated.

Who is "we"?

If Talib

is just some guy my mom
knew a long time ago,

what does this
have to do with me?

I can't tell you that.
It's classified.

Sorry.

Come on, get your stuff.
We haven't got all night.

Hey, Bishop.

Who are you, really?

You didn't tell him?

After everything
that kid's been through?

He's not ready.

He wasn't ready,

or you're not ready?

So how did you
answer his question?

I did what I'm really good at.

I lied.

I spent 25 years wondering what
I'd feel like when I met him.

And?

Well, you should've
seen him in there.

Definitely my son.

Then tell him.

I will.

When the time's right.

If he's anything like you,

you sure he doesn't
already know?

♪

♪ Put your arms around me

♪ And steady my wings

♪ I've been running
from the best things... ♪

And look what the cat
dragged in.

Aunt Vi.

I heard you had a pretty
interesting visitor today.

And which little birdie
told you that?

Ooh, that girl loves some drama.

You want me to see what's up
with your old friend?

No. You have much better
things to do with your time.

Besides, I haven't given it
a second thought.

Okay, I might have
looked her up on Facebook.

She lives in Connecticut,
an hour from here,

and split from her husband
a few years ago.

That's probably
less than an hour on the train.

I don't know, Robyn.

From what Dee said,
it sounds like this woman

was pretty important to you.

I have always wondered
what would've happened if...

Well...

why wonder when you can
pick up the phone and call?

Night night.

♪ We are making all things
new again ♪

♪ We are making all things new

♪ We are making all things
new again ♪

♪ We are making all things new

♪ We are searching
for the difference ♪

♪ We are making all things new

♪ Brick by brick...

♪

Hey. Good news.

I found a place
that sells your oolong,

but they don't have much left,

so I'm gonna run over there

and buy them all out.

Aww, you're a sweetie pie.
Thank you.

Okay, what's the matter?

I'm never getting out of here,
am I?

I don't believe that.

We just haven't
figured out a way yet,

but we will.

Sometimes I think
it would just be easier

just to accept it,
because it's the hoping

that makes it
so damn exhausting.

Well, if you like,
I can be in charge

of the hoping for a while.

You're better at it.

And you know what?

Whatever happens, we will deal.

Together.

I don't know what I did
to deserve you,

but I must have
hella good karma.

You must have.

What was that?

I-I don't know.
Get out of here.

No, I'm not leaving you.
Mel...

Federal agents!

Don't move!
Okay.

Show us your hands!
Don't shoot.

Harry "Keys" Keshegian,

you are under arrest
for espionage,

theft of
government documents...No.

...and disclosure
of classified information.

How did you find me?

You should've never breached

the servers of the CIA.

Wait. Just let me talk to him.
Harry!

Harry!
Mel. Mel, I love you.

Harry!
It's gonna be all right.

Harry.
Mel, I love you.

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