The Equalizer (1985–1989): Season 3, Episode 1 - Blood & Wine: Part 1 - full transcript

Good evening, New York Times !

This is Alpha.

I have no idea what
he looks like that.

The bastard is killing people
and laughing at us.

Terror has come to America.

We got to stick together.

And we got to work together.

Loeber !

My daughter is in danger.

Go to the window !

Oh my God !



Oh my God !

Oh, Lord, make me an instrument of thy piece

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

In the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour

Hello ***

I found you.

Good evening, New York Times.

This is Alpha.

I have just destroyed
your Harlequin Club,

but that is just the beginning.

Before I leave your fair city

I shall do something so frightened

that none of you will ever forget.

Terror has come to America.



I am the first

but there is a wave coming after me.

We have to bring you.

Freedom the from U.S. suppression.

And a very good night !

Officials are still
investigating the bombing

that killed twenty people
last night in Manhattan's Harlequin Club.

A joint task force of FBI agents and New
York City police department officers

is already at work
attempting to identify Alpha,

the terrorists who took
responsibility for the act

in a call to the New York Times.

FBI special agent Frank Standish
who is the leader of the task force

refused to comment at this time.

It's awful.

What kind of an animal
would do such a thing ?

You're beaufitul when you're terrified.

Hey, no need to be frightened
as long as }'m here, right ?

I love you !

I...

What do you say if we
celebrate today ?

What time do you come home from work ?

I'm *** with the kids at about 14:30.

What's the occasion ?

Being together in two months.

The job I gonna get this afternoon.

Alright !

Let's do it.

Anyway, *** friends of yours, they want
me to get violin lessons to their kids ?

They said they'll let
me know this afternoon.

Good.

Oh, don't !

I have to go to work.

Oh ! I almost forgot.

My mother.

She's home this afrernoon to
pick-up some thing from storage.

You be nice to her, OK ?

I know it's hard.

What time she's coming ?

Two.

***

- You saw the news this morning ?
- Yes.

You think it was him ?

- It could be anyone else.
- Joseph, you don't have to go to Manhattan.

I can call the FBI.
Tell you are not available.

Thank you father, but
that's not the answer.

I want to do something.

Isn't there any way I can help ?

Yes. Yes, there is.

Pray,

that, when I find him,

I have the courage to
do what has to be done.

Goodbye, father.

- Brother Joseph !
- Frank.

I suppose I should be
used to all this by now.

Small precautions can save your life.

You're up to speed on what's happening ?

I've been reading the newspapers.

Then you don't know everything.

People were shotgun murder
before the building blew up.

The victim ?

Rafael Sotti, 22 years
old, Italian citizen.

Sotti...

His father's a journalist in Rome.

Strongly opposed to the brigades.

Herr Loeber promised to kill
every male member of the family.

He's done it. Father, uncle, two cousins,
they were murdered few months ago.

How can I help, Frank ?

I got a car waiting downstairs.

We got to work differently on this.

Can't just be the one on
one like it wasn't the past.

You set up a joint task force,
50/50 my FBI agents and NYPD.

The thing is, Joseph,

nobody knows anything about you
and I'm afraid that's got to change.

In other words, you
throw me to the wolves.

That's right.

But we're going to do everything
in our power to protect you.

I appreciate that, Frank,

but protection is in God's hands.

OK ? Then, I win.

I get to kill up in day or just
hanging up there, understand ?

*** ?

Blow you away !

Georgie, Georgie, now
why do that to you ?

You damn right !

I get to ***

And I get to kill that pig.

I'm afraid the pleasure is all mine.

Sorry, gentlemen,

you're both wrong.

Don't even think about it !

My colleague is quite
proficient with that weapon.

Show them, colleague.

Who the hell are you ?

Sit down.

You been playing poker for
the right to kill this man, hm ?

Let me tell you something.

I've been searching for
this man for sixteen years.

Anybody who's going to
kill him it's gonna be me.

Right ?

You have ten seconds to
get out of this building,

otherwise you're as dead as he is.

No, go ! Go, go !

Now if it isn't Robert McCall !

Hello, Bagler !

Sweating a little, are we ?

That was damn *** hurts, you know.

Mickey, meet Rudy Bagler.

Agency reject con artist failed.

General nuisance

Mr. Bagler's great claim to fame

is the fact that he never could make
up his mind which side he was ever on.

And he was also the best network
man that the Agency of ahead.

Which is why Control wants him alive.

Apparently he has further
use for your services.

Good for me, huh ?

Yeah...

Alright, let's get him.

Anybody home ?

Hello ?

Hello, Elizabeth !

Brad !

I didn't hear you come on.

I rang the bell.

Did you find what you were
looking for in the basement ?

I was looking for some tablecloths.
They weren't there.

Perhaps, you and I,
we cam look together.

No, that's all right.

Want some champagne ?

No, I really have to go.

Tell Linda I'll call her later.

- Mother, you're imagining things.
- I'm not.

Keep your voice down.
I know what I saw.

That was a gun.

Brad would never had a gun in the house.
He knows I can't stand them.

Linda, this man is a stranger.
You only met him two months ago.

Already you hate him.

Just like you hated every man
that's ever meant anything to me.

Even my father.

- That's very cruel.
- it's the truth.

You father has been
dead less than a year.

I don't want to talk about him.

Why not ?

You forgot about
them long before he died.

While I was growing up he was the
only one that was there for me.

- You were too busy
- Linda, how can you say that ?

Your father committed suicide.
Was that love ?

I've got to go.
I've got to teach a music class in an hour.

I want you to leave us alone !

And I don't want you snooping
around my things anymore.

Snooping ?

That house is mine.
I have the right to be in it.

You only living there
until it can be sold.

I'll move out immediately.

Oh, please ! What am I saying !

That house is yours too.

Everything I have is yours.

Linda, can't you see
what's happening to us ?

There is something wrong with this man.

- You've totally changed...
- Don't !

I'm gonna marry him.

Oh God !

Look, why don't we end
this once and for all ?

You think you saw a gun in the drawer ?

Show it to me !

Linda...

Is that it ?
Is that it ?

Linda...

Linda, don't ! Wait !

Linda ! Linda, stop it !

Stop it !

That isn't what I saw.
He moved it.

Get out of here !

- Linda, that gun was there.
- Get out of here ! Leave us alone !

Hello, Elizabeth !

Anything wrong ?

That gun was there, Mr. McCall.
I sought it.

Mrs. Thomas, forgive me,
but I can hardly expect it

to track down every person in New
York City carrying Illegal firearm.

It's not just the gun,
it's the man himself.

My daughter is in danger.

But you will not go to the police.

I can't. Brad Hartman is very clever.

They wouldn't find anything.

And Linda would never forgive me.

Or is it, Mrs. Thomas, that
you are afraid the police

might decide that your daughter is
involved in some sort of criminal activity.

- She is not a criminal !
- I didn't say...

Right.

- Tell me where they met.
- It was in Europe.

They were on a tour in the same group.

He made her fall in love with him.

He knows exactly how to manipulate her.

Mrs. Thomas, you've already told me
that you know so little about this man.

Don't you think this is
a rather harsh judgment ?

She's so vulnerable.

Her father committed suicide
ten months ago. She adored him.

I'm sorry.

Well, tell me what you
do know about this man ?

I mean, where does he come from ?
What does he do ? You know ?

He told Linda he was a music
teacher from Philadelphia.

I don't believe that.
There is something about him.

There's something in his eyes.

Mrs. Thomas, forgive me, but../

You know what I think ?
I think that you are overruled.

And, nothing you have told me, seems
in any way particularly threatening.

Why don't you go home and let these
two get on with their own lives.

Looking out for themselves.

I see. I made a mistake in coming to you.

Mrs. Thomas !

Perhaps I can help you after all.

What ? But, I thought
you just said that...

Oh, I know. I changed
my mind, that's all.

Gentleman's prerogative.

Why don't you show me
where you saw this gun ?

I just hope they don't come
back while we're down here.

Your daughter's not at the
theater by the chance, is she ?

No.

She's a music teacher.

She plays the piano.

And Mr. Hartman ?

Not that I know.
What did you find ?

It smels like ***

I don't know where that
could have come from.

*** I'm gonna meet your daughter.

Can she could get an hour out
of work this afternoon ?

She teaches private lessons aftr
school but, it might be possible.

If she's still speaking to me.

If you can arrange a meeting,
i'd like to see her alone.

And, don't tell her who I am.

We don't wanna fright her away.

Thank you.

Gentleman, I called this meeting
to introduce an important visitor.

This his brother Joseph Heiden.

He's a member of the
Order of St. Alexander,

and he's also the world's leading expert

in the target of our
investigation, Martin Loeber.

Light !

Well if, while I'm talking, you have any
questions, please, feel free to ask them.

Here.

Now this is the latest
photograph of Martin Loeber,

taken from the files of Interpol.

It's worthless.

I know Martin Loeber long time,
but if he was sitting in his room,

I wouldn't be able to recognize him.

You see, after each major assignment,

he have his features
altered by plastic surgery.

Now, you have his
resume in front of you.

Summa cum laude in physics, he
speaks English, French, German, Russian,

and one thing to remember about him,

he's a brilliant tactician.

Yes ?

What motivates him ?
What's his ideology ?

Well, that's a very difficult question.

He was a radical Marxist
but he went beyond that.

To what ?

Hate.

Pure hate.

What does he hate and why ?

Well, I have to go back.

When Martin Loeber was five years old, his
father, a very brilliant late theologian,

Was excommunicated from the
Church for desecrating the host.

He lost his teaching
position, the father,

and sometime later,
he committed suicide.

This is one wound for Loeber
that of never healed.

But to answer your question,

who did the hate ?

It may sound very strange,

but he hates God.

Hello !

I've made a terrible mistake
involving you in all of this.

When Linda founds out,
she'll never speak to me again.

Just try not to worry, Mrs. Thomas.

I have a certain amount of experience
of calming down angry people, believe me.

My daughter is already
suspicious of everything I do.

And now this.

She wanted to know why
we are meeting here.

What did you tell her ?

Nothing. I just asked her to come
alone, straight from work, like you said.

Why are we meeting here ?

I just wanted to make sure
we are not being followed.

Listen, when she does arrive,
let me do the talking, alright ?

Oh my God !

Oh God !

You didn't find anybody else with her ?

No. So far we've got to deaths.
The truck driver and the woman.

You're there was
somebody else in the car ?

Officer, I was standing at the
exact moment it happened

I saw somebody on the passenger side.

Well, our divers are still
working in the bottom.

They'll find him,
if he hasn't swept out to see.

Thank you, officer.

I appreciate your taking
the time to let us know.

Sorry for the loss.

Linda ?

They found the body of the
man that was was your mother.

He was some kind of private
investigator, named Robert McCall.

Did you know him ?
Linda, did you know him ?

No.

So, that's what you wanted.

She just couldn't trust
me to run my own life.

Well, why she called a man like that ?

It is ridiculous. She thought
she found a gun in the drawer.

And that was yours.

I don't have a gun.

I don't even like guns.

****

I know that.

But, why didn't she asked me ?
I would have told her that.

That's why I wanted you to meet us.

I knew I couldn't
talk with her alone.

I didn't know she called
a private investigator.

- I feel responsible for the whole thing.
- No.

You've nothing to do with this, Brad.

My mother and I fought five years.

She broke my father's heart.

I'm responsible for her death.

You're not !

I don't know what I do without you.
Now you're all I have left in the world.

I behave like a damn novice.

I should have smelled something.
I should have felt it coming.

It coming.

Robert, you're not God. You're going
to lose a client once in a while.

It's the Law of Avereges.

Hell with the Law of Averages !

All right, all right !
Look, I did what you wanted me to do.

My friends in the police
department are reporting your death.

It's gonna be a little problem
with the coroner's office.

How long you're gonna keep this up ?

As long as it takes.

Do you suppose, Robert, you're
overreacting just a little bit.

I mean, truck drivers do
have hart-attacks, you know.

This was not a hart-attack.

If I ever saw a professional hit,
this was a professional hit.

So, you mean some girl hires a professional
assassin to killer her mother ? Really ?

No.

Come on, come on, you know damn well.

You can buy a hit like
that on a street corner.

Girl obviously has no
idea what's going on.

Alright.

If I can play devil's
advocate for just a moment,

this makes absolutely no sense at all.

As a matter a fact, it does.
It make a lot of sense.

A young woman...

Her father dies.

Very shortly after,

she meets this man, fortuitously.

Man *** her,

for his own reasons.

She falls in love.

She knows anything about this man.

As nobody does.
When ihe comes from.

What his professions is.

Turns out the man is a professional killer.

Now, why should a man like that choose
a music teacher from Manhattan, hm ?

Why ?

You actually believe
that this guy

for some specific purpose, picked this
particular music teacher ? Is that it ?

Specific purpose.
Keyword.

Yes, I do.

And what's more,

if I'm right,

well, he hasn't finished with her yet.

Does he ?

I'll be very interested in
hearing what specific purposes is.

Makes two of us.

Robert, what a pleasant surprise !

Girls, meet Robert McCall.

Come on, Bobby. Drop
your pants and join us.

I'm on bussiness.

This is bussiness.

This Is Gretchen and this is Lorna.

They're my vice-presidents.

Hello !
Go !

Alright ! Come on, board
meeting's adjourned.

Now, that's the trouble
with you, Robert.

You never learned to relax.

What can I do for you, Robert ?

I need access to your Manhattan network.

Action or reformation ?

The identity of a certain hitman
professional, specialist.

Where would I go ?

You got a picture to show me ?

No, I don't recognize him.

All I can do is to keep
our ears to the street.

Cheated, just like all times, won't it ?

Won't it.

Get dressed, I'll be outside.

I'll be right there.

We've been to fifty places, McCall,
and nobody knows this Turkey.

If the guy is a professional
hit, we have been ID him by now.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I
didn't mention the whole thing.

Here.

Yeah ?

Hello, Bagler, this is Control.

Hello, Control.

Let me talk to McCall.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's for you.

Bagler, this is going to be a private called.
Could you move away from the car ?

- It's my car.
- Move from the car !

- This is a dangerous neigborhood...
- Move !

Yeah, hello ?

Yeah. Robert...

I own you an apology.

Two pieces of information.

First, about the truck driver.

It was a heart attack, alright,

but was drug induced, very professional.

No normal autopsy ever
would have found it.

What else ?

Brad Hartman, a report that
came through, was a loner,

a part-time music
teacher from Philadelphia.

Went on a European vacation.

His home town was never seen him since.

They won't anymore, would they ?
The real one is obviously dead.

Listen, you better tell your friends at
the department that the charade is now over.

Tomorrow I rise from the dead.

How about in here, Joseph ?
Do you see him anywhere here ?

You can find him this way, Frank.
I told you, he had plastic surgery.

I have no idea what he looks like.

This bastard is killing
people and laughing at us.

Well, you got to do
the way I suggested.

I don't have to do anything of the kind.

I am not going to be
responsible for your death.

I can walk out of here right now,
and do that on my own.

I don't want to talk
about this anymore, Joseph.

This discussion is ended.

Joseph, I'm sorry.

Look, Frank, I understand.

What you want to do

it's committing suicide.
If you walk out from under our protection,

you're as good as dead.

How does he going to die ?

Somebody's got to something.

So, what am I supposed to do ?
Just let you become a piece of human bait ?

If he gives us the
opportunity to catch him,

yes.

The FBI disclosed today the idenity of
the the man who they believed to be Alpha.

A terrorists responsible for
two bombs in the past week,

which claimed more
than eighty two lives.

The suspect's name is Martin Loeber,
a west German national.

Today's announcement
was extremely unusual

since it was made by Joseph Heiden,

and FBI consultant on terrorism,

who is also a monk with
the order of St. Alexander.

Give us any more details...

Hello, Brother Joseph.

I wondered when you might show up.

We do that know his whereabouts.

I fear we don't have any *** description.

But we do believe he is
still in New York City,

All I can say, he's an
extremely dangerous man.

If he's watching this news cast,
I urge him to give himself up

because he can't escape forever.

You're getting anxious.

Well, don't worry, he'll be patient.

I'll get to you in my own good time,
in on my own terms.

You are so beautiful !

What's that ?

Open it.

Just a minute !

Just a minute !

Wait a minute ! Wait a minute !
Wait a minute !

For tommorow.

We mend our sister Elizabeth to You, Lord,

and now that she has
passed from this life,

she'll live in your presence.

Your mercy in love, forgive whatever
sins she may have committed in weakness.

Jesus, our redeemer,

willing to gave Yourself up to death.

so that all might be saved
and pass from death to life.

*** Elizabeth *** by Your glorious power,

give *** joy and peace in Heaven,

where You live for ever and ever.

All right, Mickey, get ready.

Hi name is Robert McCall.

Until two years ago he was
a top agent for the Company.

Here's a complete
report on the man.

So, that explains it !

They consider *** dangerous.

They want to know what
you awaken his interest.

Anyway, Peter instructs you
to leave New York immediately.

New passport airline tickets.

Nobody instructs me to do anything.

I came here to carry out a mission
and I will not leave until I finished.

Peter thinks you're
going beyond your mission.

He thinks you're jeopardizing your cover
by carrying out personal vendettas.

The suitcase, Kroslick !

It came from the
crematorium a few hours ago.

Good.

As soon I shall be rid of all
unwanted attention including yours.

What are you doing ?

Robert McCall saw me in to your shop.

But you told me nobody followed you.

I lied.

A homing device it's in my car.
How original !

I don't think you know
who I am, Mr. McCall.

But you are just what
I've been looking for.

So, what do you think
this guy is, McCall ?

Well, he's a professional assassin
and he's trying to lose us.

When he finds ***

it is some isolated location
and then attack, I presume.

Doesn't look like an
isolated location to me.

I don't like this at all.

Mickey, what's your latest clearance ?

Zero Zero One Four Eight.

Operation. Yes, sir ?

Hello. Clearance Zero Zero One Four Eight.
I want to check an address.

205 Rugby Road, Brooklyn.

Names and occupations, please.

Stand by...

Dear God !

So, who lives in there ?

A man called Standish,
FBI special agent.

Mickey, get up on the porch, the roof.

Okay.

Federal Baureu of Investigations.

Hello. My name is Robert McCall.

I want to speak to special agent Standish.
It is urgent.

Yes ?

A call for agent Standish. It's urgent.

It's Robert McCall on the line.
He says it's urgent.

McCall, it's been years.

I haven't got much time to talk.

I've been tracking
a suspected hitman

and he has just
gone into your home.

Good God !

I think he's maybe your Alpha.

My wife and children are in there.

Any security ?

One agent I got, that's all.

Don't do anything.
I'm on my way.

What's wrong ?

Loeber's got my family.

Hello ?

I'm watching every move you make.

Relax, sit back and pace forward.

Put your gun in the
middle of the dashboard.

Right ! Get out of the
car and walk to the porch.

I'd like to talk to you first.

No, no talking.
You move now.

Alright, I'm on my way.

Stay there, McCall !
Righ there.

Alright, now you. Go to the rail.

Go to the rail.
Put your hands on the rail.

- Keep your hands on the rail !
- All right.

McCall, tell your friend on
the roof the throw it out.

Now !

Throw it down, Mickey !

All right, throw the keys.
Throw the keys !

Throw the keys.

All right, my friend,

pick up the keys, get in the car,
turn it on.

Here we go !

Here we go !

Back in the grass.

Go !

Back in the grass !
On the grass !

On the grass.

Now back to the steps !
To the steps !

OK.

Two minutes. It's nitro.

Anybody follows me,
this man's dead.

Get away, children !
Go !

Mickey !

Mickey !

- I'm scared, mommy !
- You can go, McCall.

I can handle this.

You go straigh on.

Straight on.

Straight on, okay ?

Alright, go to the left.

Go to the left !

To the left.

Your wife, is she all right ?

She's fine, thanks.

Is Loeber in there ?

I can't answer that.

They crashed before I got here.

It's to hot to approach it.

Let's pray to God he didn't get away.

Transcribed by Adr1an