The Equalizer (2021) s01e05 Episode Script
The Milk Run
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ROBYN: I serve as an equalizer.
I'm the one you call when you can't call 911.
Previously on The Equalizer Work it out What kind of charity needs a consult after 9:00 at night? The international kind.
The CIA wants you back, Robyn.
You're the best they had.
Work it out ROBYN: This is Melody, one of my oldest friends.
- Enjoying being dead? - MEL: You got him out of one life sentence and straight into another.
HARRY: Why do I have a feeling this is not a social call? I need those freaky-ass superpowers of yours.
- My pleasure.
- MAN: We'd be happy to accommodate your new hobby if you came back to the fold.
I'm ready to deal.
Freelance only.
Rest of the time, they can just stay out of my way.
Look what I found.
Give it back! Why? You can't play.
ROBYN: But I can.
One shot.
If I make it, you make the girl a regular in your games.
And if you miss? Well, then I guess I'm buying the girl a new ball.
Yes! (LAUGHING) Hey.
You want to play with us? No.
But she does.
- Horse? - Mm-hmm.
BISHOP: You do bar mitzvahs, too? (CHUCKLES) (SCOFFS) Why'd you want to meet me? Company needs a favor.
A British doctoral candidate on a federal grant overstayed his visa; He's in the wind.
Call ICE.
Dorian Endicott.
College mathematician.
Loudmouth.
Drinks too much.
Could be on a bender.
Call his sponsor.
His family's connected.
They don't want him to embarrass them, so they reached out to MI6 who reached out to the CIA who then reached out to me.
Look, I'm sorry, Bish.
I got a spa weekend with my aunt planned.
So, wait, whoa, whoa.
So grab him.
Drop him off at the British, uh, Consulate, and then go get your broccoli emulsion.
- You know that's not a thing.
- Look, hey.
Company asked for you, Robyn, by name.
Do this, they'll give you some rhythm, at least for a while.
Don't you think I'm a little overqualified for a lost-and-found detail? Well, maybe our friends are just trying to remind you that they're still pulling your strings.
It's a milk run.
Not worth kicking up dust over.
It's the end of the fiscal quarter, and one of the charities I'm consulting for is slammed.
They sent up a flare.
- I understand.
- I'll be there by, like, 5:00.
6:00, latest.
Robyn.
I would feel better if you made me feel worse.
I mean, I-I had a month to plan.
And you're presenting later.
It's a creative visualization seminar, not a gender reveal, and you're my guest, so the room's comped anyway.
Just get there when you get there.
- Tonight.
I promise.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Is that all you're packing? What? I just need my homework.
I've got enough clothes at Dad's.
Well, don't forget about your community service hours this weekend.
Okay.
I only skipped once, all right? Yeah, and lied about it.
Yes, but I was still planning on doing it when I told you I did it.
But if you want to be technical No, I want to be honest.
And every time you lie to me makes me wonder what else you're lying to me about.
So don't.
'Cause I'll find out.
Get a massage, Mom.
Please.
I swear I am.
- Bye.
- Bye.
HARRY: So that doctoral candidate you're looking for I don't think he's just on a bender.
He, uh, deleted all his social media recently.
He hasn't been on his cell phone in three days.
And he hasn't accessed his email.
So he just ghosted? (SIGHS) Yeah, full-on Casper.
It's like the guy suddenly dropped off the face of the earth.
And then he started erasing himself.
Well, I think I know where his grant money went.
Expensive Scotch.
Fine cigars.
What did you say he was studying? Oh, the ushe: Heuristic algorithms as applied to stochastic systems.
English, Harry.
It's a way to account for uncertainty.
It's used for financial modeling, uh, insurance risk assessments.
Random systems.
Sexy.
Yeah, if your idea of sex is Javascript.
I happen to be more of a Python man, but you know that.
Keep your Python to yourself.
Got a letter here from the NSF about his research grant.
I wouldn't be too impressed.
They tend to toss those things around like confetti.
Well, it looks like the party was over for Mr.
Endicott, 'cause it's a notice of the grant's expiration.
Excuse me.
Who are you? Sue Wachtell.
NSF grants committee.
I'm here to get an update on Mr.
Endicott's research.
Phillip Moss.
Chair of the Math Department.
I'll save you some time.
The climate change algorithm you've been funding, I doubt he got off square one.
Why do you say that? He's a unique personality.
Half the time he didn't show.
The other half he Well, here.
His students compiled these for HR.
Anyone? (GROANS) This is completely pointless.
None of you will ever get jobs that don't involve a spatula.
Let me put this in terms you can understand.
You're an imbecile.
Oh, my.
STUDENT: Is he drunk? I'm tasked with notifying him of his suspension.
If I can find him.
Well, he must have friends.
Someone who would send him an orchid? Orchid, no.
Arsenic, yes.
If you find him, send him my way? Who would send flowers to a guy like that? (PHONE BUTTONS CLICKING) (LINE RINGS) (PANTING) FLORIST (OVER PHONE): Violina's.
Hi, my name is Shirley Kane, and my boss got these orchids, but I lost the card.
And so he can't send a thank you note.
And if I don't tell him who sent it, I'm out of a job.
I'm already late on my rent.
- I just, I - Calm down, ma'am.
What's the name of your boss? Endicott.
Dorian Endicott.
ROBYN: The sender was anonymous.
And all that was on the card were these numbers.
Who sends an orchid with a bunch of numbers? Maybe it's a nerd's idea of foreplay.
- Or a code.
- I'm running the three series through a program that matches up the numbers with known cryptographs.
It could be a decimal-based cipher.
A multiple encryption numeric system.
Try dropping a period after the initial two numbers in the first two groupings.
HARRY: Whoa.
What? HARRY: Longitude and latitude.
Here in New York.
Mel, the third grouping.
Military time.
18:30 is 6:30.
ROBYN: Yeah, 03 is March, and 26 is the day that's today.
That's now.
Secret meet.
Already began.
This is about more than just some missing lecturer.
Run those coordinates and get me an address.
HARRY: All right.
Orchid.
(DOOR CLOSES) (FOOTSTEPS NEARBY) (QUIET CHATTER) Welcome to Chef Django's Pop-up Dining Club.
Can I help you? Do you have your orchid invitation? Uh, I believe my party is popped up right there.
Finally.
What do I have to do to get service? Disembowel myself? - I'm sorry? - You should be.
What's this in my consommé? Chervil, meaning it's not consommé.
Take this swill back.
See if there's a dog you want to poison.
Then try decanting something that doesn't come in a box.
That's not chervil.
It's Queen Ann's lace.
Perfect for consommé.
As for the wine, I'm sure you can arrange for a sommelier on your flight back to bonnie old England.
Ah, the Consulate sent you.
Who are you? Some low-rent diplomatic aide? I'm the person who gets you where you belong.
You're an errand girl dispatched by dilettantes to pester a connoisseur.
I paid a ransom for this seat at Chef Django's pop-up.
And I'm not moving until I have tasted the last petit four.
Understand? Perfectly.
Assault.
False imprisonment.
I just ripped your shirt, so add destruction of property.
(GUNSHOT) Get down, get down! (GUNSHOTS CONTINUE) Who are they? - How should I know? - You're lying.
Dorian? Dorian?! Damn.
You snake.
Madam Director.
I see you're still going for the heart.
- I'm a romantic.
- Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) So, how's the gig? You'd have loved it.
Too bad you called the Director of National Intelligence a rock-licking moron.
(CHUCKLES) I like to tell it like it is.
Which makes one of us.
So, that milk run that you sent McCall on turned into a firefight.
As far as we knew, it was a standard retrieval.
And now Endicott's in the wind.
Thanks to McCall.
Is that really how you want to play this, Suri? Who is this guy, anyway? What's going on? You don't know, do you? Look, tell McCall we're sorry how this went down.
Okay? And given the evolving situation, it would be best if she brought Endicott directly to us instead of the Brits.
Yeah.
Okay.
So, Nash says sorry you almost got your ticket punched, but, uh do us another solid.
I think that'll play well.
We'll make it worth her while.
Wait.
So, I bring in Endicott, and my account is squared permanently with the CIA? No more looking over my shoulder? Straight from the director's mouth.
Director Nash is not the type to sweeten the pot.
I think the stakes have changed, and I think something big's going down, but they're not sharing.
I'm in.
Be worth it to have them out of my life.
But I've been burned by Nash before so I'll deliver Endicott after I know I'm not being played.
I still have contacts in British intelligence, so I'm gonna ask some questions, okay? Thanks, Bishop.
Is that the shoot-out? Yeah, from a security cam next door.
Hang on, zoom in on that guy.
That tat.
Sharpen the res? He's Triad.
What are Chinese gangsters doing trying to kill a British math whiz? They're not.
Harry, trace the trajectory of the shots fired Dorian's way.
They weren't shooting at Endicott.
No, they were shooting at me.
They wanted him alive.
Harry, you got to track where Endicott went.
What do you think I'm doing here? It's like Where's Waldo? With smoke, gunfire and low-res video.
Well, that's why you're the best.
Where you going? Chinatown, to see an old friend.
(PHONE CHIMES) (GROANS) Geez, I didn't know people still read newspapers.
What's the latest? "Man's Serenity Shattered by Uninvited Intruder.
" (EXHALES) Well, relax, I won't overstay my welcome.
What do you know about a British mathematician who might've overstayed his? I'm a retired antiques dealer.
Why should I know anything? Because you like to stay out of the headlines, and I know a thing or two about killing a story.
Word is that said mathematician might have discovered something that's a matter of urgent British national security.
How urgent? Such that if someone were to find said mathematician, they would be wise to bring him directly to the British Consulate and leave him in their rearview mirror if they want to see old age.
Now if you'll excuse me, this is my hour of Zen.
- (LIGHTER FLICKS) - You know those things'll kill you someday.
So will associating with you.
It's always a pleasure, Glenn.
(CHINESE HIP-HOP PLAYING) (SIZZLING) Meaning this is not entirely a social call.
What do you need? Intel on the Triads.
Specifically what they want with a British grad student.
Yeah, news of your little escapade is making the rounds.
The Triads don't want him.
The Chinese government does.
Endicott has something they want to buy.
A source tells me the item has national security implications.
Which explains why Beijing farmed it out.
They don't want their fingerprints anywhere near this.
Be careful, Robyn.
Word is, whatever that guy's selling, there are a lot of interested parties.
What kind of parties? The kind that shoot first and ask questions later.
HARRY: Hey, so I was able to track Endicott from the alley, stitching together ATM, traffic cam and satellite footage.
He ducked into this computer store on 54th and Broadway - before I lost him.
- You lost him? He went into the subway.
That's why I'm down here.
It's hard to find me.
You know, you lost him too, by the way.
Well, people were shooting at me.
- Yeah.
- What's he typing? HARRY: I hacked the computer he was using.
But he erased everything Hard drive, metadata.
- There's no protocol - Run back the video.
Why? There's more than one way to hack that data.
Zoom in on his fingers? One of my first assignments was surveilling a Serbian diplomat through his hotel window.
Now, we couldn't get into his laptop, so I had to go old-school.
I learned to copy his keystrokes.
So play that again, and put what I'm typing up on the screen.
So whatever this threat to national security is, he was gonna sell it to the Chinese.
You got in the way and now he's found another buyer.
Yeah, and I got 19 minutes to stop him.
Watching fingers typing? That's analog I don't do analog.
You'll get 'em next time, babe.
ENDICOTT: This is it.
As promised.
Right, yes.
Check it.
(LAPTOP BEEPS) It's good, yes? Da, very good.
The money then? (MUTTERS IN RUSSIAN) (PHONE VIBRATING) (PHONE CHIMES) And the other payment? (MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Nice doing business with you.
(SPEAKS QUIETLY IN RUSSIAN) Who are you meeting with and what did you sell? I don't know what you're (GRUNTS) That's Gregor Shostakovich.
Russian intelligence.
You think you can do business with them and they won't bury you? - (TIRES SCREECHING) - They're coming back for me.
- We have to get - Tell me what you sold if you want my help.
I promise whoever you're working for won't want me dead.
Please, they're coming! (TIRES SCREECHING) - Come on! - Ow! - (GROANS) You broke my clavicle.
- I'll break more than that if you don't tell me what you sold the Russians.
You really don't know anything, do you? I know you're a traitor.
Hardly.
That piece of software they just bought, after I demoed it, I activated a self-delete feature.
So it's software.
Yes, fine.
It's software.
Only what I just sold them no longer works, meaning I just defrauded an enemy of this country.
Which makes me a hero, not a traitor.
You're welcome.
You just ripped off Russian intelligence.
That just makes you stupid.
At least I didn't kill one of them.
I have rights.
I demand to know who you are and where you're taking me.
- (TIRES SCREECH) - (GRUNTS) - (GROANING) - Like I said, I'm the person who gets you to where you belong.
And right now that destination is a toss-up.
'Cause we are equidistant between three places.
A CIA black site, a Triad dogfighting kennel, and a Russian bathhouse.
Take your pick.
Okay.
What I have has to be destroyed.
That's why I swindled those Neanderthals.
So I could get enough money to disappear and protect the world from my discovery.
That's all you need to know.
- Okay, I'm taking you to the CIA.
- No, wait! I can't tell you, but I can show you.
I have a place in Brighton Beach, where I stashed a copy of the file.
Take me there, I'll show you everything.
And then you can decide whether to turn me in.
If I'm lying, it's two hours of your life.
If I'm not, you might just save the world.
(SIGHS) I'm supposed to be having a hot stone massage right now.
(TIRES SCREECH) Figured you'd take the deal You want to know why? Hit 'em with a 20 piece Because your skill set suggests you once were part of the system.
One you're not rushing to return to.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) Your culinary sophistication suggests a degree of worldliness.
And you recognized a Russian operative on sight.
I thus conclude you're a former international operative now plying your trade as some sort of low-rent mercenary.
Quod erat demonstradum.
- My turn.
- Wiz Khalifa, man You're a stone-cold narcissist.
So whatever you discovered is not for the benefit of mankind, unless by accident.
You're well into your 30s and still chasing a doctorate.
Which means you're lazy, undisciplined And if you touch my settings again, I will break your hand.
All that's relevant is my discovery.
A breakthrough even a troglodyte could deploy for world domination.
A weapon any government would kill for.
The product of a lazy and undisciplined mind? I beg to differ.
So it's an easy-to-use piece of software with defense applications that any government would covet.
Check.
I have low blood sugar, so unless you plan on ministering to a diabetic coma Even a condemned man gets a last meal.
Or didn't they teach you that at kidnapper - finishing school? - Fine.
There's a place nearby that has pretty good cuisine.
We'll make a stop.
A mini-mart? You're joking.
The chili dog is aged to perfection.
Oh, pairs nicely with a cherry Freeze.
You'll love the bouquet.
Fine.
I'll take pistachios, unsalted and in their natural state, not dyed that ungodly red.
And a Flake Bar.
And if they don't have Flake, a Curly Wurly will do.
- Or a Yorkie.
- Do I look like your personal shopper? Oh.
(DOOR CHIMING) MAN: Thanks, bro.
Chocolate raisins? Can we at least discuss this like civilized adults? - What, you never had - Mom? Delilah? And Kelly, wow.
Hey, Robyn, uh what a coincidence.
Yeah, Mom, what are you doing here? (EXHALES) Just stopped for some gas.
Well, I-I don't I just, I thought you Uh, Dee told us that you were going on a retreat with Vi, but got slammed on a project? Yes.
(LAUGHS) Um, something popped up with one of my charities.
Gonna introduce us, Robyn? This is my colleague, Frank Brady from accounting.
Frank, this is my daughter Delilah.
And this is my ex's new wife Kelly.
Nice to meet you, Frank.
Oh, the pleasure's all mine.
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) So, we were just, um - Working late.
- Yeah.
Reconciling the books.
A nightmare, but we hacked our way through it.
But wouldn't you know it, my car broke down.
Thankfully, Robyn offered to drive me home.
And she's so kind, so thoughtful.
What brings you to this delightful emporium? Headed to the Knicks game.
Bringing our stash, the good stuff.
(CHUCKLES) Ah, red pistachios, delightful.
Yeah, Kelly, we should go.
You know, we'll miss tip-off.
Yeah, you guys go.
I'll take care of it.
Yeah, I got you.
Yeah, well, um, I'll tell Miles you say hi.
Thank you.
Yeah, nice meeting you, Mr.
Brady.
- See ya.
- Bye.
(DOOR CHIMING) (SIGHS) (DOOR CLOSES) Thank you.
I believe in being courteous even to my captor.
Speaking of courtesy, Robyn, may I use the bathroom? Go ahead.
So you'll uncuff me? Not a chance.
(PHONE VIBRATES) What you got for me? Well, I'm glad you're still alive, McCall.
I wish I weren't.
I just ran into my daughter and almost blew my cover.
That's the dangers of working close to home.
But that's not the only danger.
Your boy was telling the truth.
He ripped the Russians off, big-time.
$50 million.
Wired to his account.
Doesn't make sense.
A guy as smart as Endicott, why didn't he try to hide the proceeds? Greed makes people careless.
And now everybody's hunting for him.
Which means they're hunting me, too.
You know what my advice is? Throw him in the trunk, put a brick on the accelerator, and let him drive into the East River.
Can't.
I owe too much on my car lease.
(GRUNTING) Bad news.
They didn't have anything you'd want.
These are absolutely vile.
Enjoy.
You're a good mum.
Buttering me up won't work.
I don't butter.
Your daughter said it was nice to meet me when it clearly was not.
That's good breeding.
You raised her well.
Kelly's lovely, by the way.
Must be tough being replaced by the newer model.
I can see why your marriage soured, given how controlling and unreasonable you are.
You know, I don't see a ring on your finger.
Which is surprising, considering how much of a people person - you are.
- I don't have time to cater to the sensibilities of my inferiors.
Some of us are too busy trying to change the world.
(PHONE RINGING) Aunt Vi, hey.
- I'm just checking on you, baby.
- I feel really bad that you couldn't slip away.
Oh.
Me, too.
How'd the seminar go? Packed to the gills.
But now that I'm done, I should come back.
Keep my girl company.
No.
No way.
No need to ruin both of our weekends.
Call if you change your mind.
Don't work too hard.
All right.
Lying constantly to everyone you care about must be tiring.
(TIRES SCREECH) (GRUNTS) Oh We're here.
What are you doing? - You don't need that.
- Like you never lied to me before.
Open it.
- (GASPS) - It's okay.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
She's a friend.
This is Anya.
My son, Titus.
You have a son? How did we miss that? I've gone to great lengths to keep this part of my life a secret.
How's my favorite boy? Nice to meet you both.
All right, look.
I got you here, so I kept my end of the bargain.
Time for you to keep yours.
The flash drive with the software on it is here.
The only thing in this apartment is my girlfriend and my son.
And I am keeping you until they get away.
Because you think she has these? (RATTLING) I took the diamonds off you at the gas station, genius.
That pouch you slipped her Gummy bears? How did you The 50 million the Russians paid you it was too easy to find.
You wanted people chasing it while you slipped away.
Because the real payment would be something untraceable.
Something that could be sold anywhere, any time.
Perfect for someone planning to disappear.
Which is why you're going to give them to me.
Not until you tell me what's going on.
You're in no position (ANYA YELPS) This is your last chance, and then I am taking you in.
Please, I beg you.
Just let us go.
You know I can't do that.
Then let them go.
You're a parent, too.
All I want is a future for my child, even if I don't have one.
Lock me up and throw away the key.
Only, please, just leave them out of this.
Whatever it is you're hiding, these people will not stop hunting you for it.
And your family.
You want to save them? Then you need to trust me, because right now, I'm the only one who can help you.
Mummy's the boss, little man.
I love you.
Promise they'll be safe? You have my word.
Now let's talk.
I need a drink.
(SCOFFS) You really shouldn't be out in the open.
You wouldn't begrudge me one last pleasure as a free man.
Start talking.
Now.
I met Anya at an A.
I.
conference a few years ago.
But her father was a prominent Soviet physicist.
I didn't think the U.
S.
would appreciate the relationship, so I kept it secret.
Well, what does the relationship with your family have to do with people chasing you? Nothing.
But it has everything to do with my discovery.
The grant didn't pay enough, so I started a new side project.
And I discovered something big.
Unfathomably big.
Two vodkas.
Mm.
Vodka? Please.
I loathe vodka.
It's tasteless.
It's not for you.
I figured a sophisticate like you would have a more discerning palate.
BARTENDER: There you go.
They're not for me, either.
High off love when you lookin' at me I'm the type of chick you put on repeat I'm a bad girl, I go hard like a freak Trust me, baby, you don't want a problem with me Red octagon when you try to stop me.
(GRUNTS) - Who are they? - Russians.
The word is out.
They're coming for you.
I really am gonna die.
Nowhere's safe.
There's one place.
Come on.
(SNIFFS) A secret lair.
How original.
Who's this? Your Alfred? You're right.
He is an ass.
Yeah, he is.
Sit down.
This is my associate.
And you're going to tell both of us what you discovered.
I'll need a Scotch first.
Now.
Philistine.
Like I told you, living grant to grant wasn't cutting it.
As you now know, I have expensive tastes and costly responsibilities.
Occam's razor.
The most efficient way to make money is to create it.
A cryptocurrency.
Well, he's not as dim as he looks.
ROBYN: So this whole thing is about cryptocurrency? No.
See, the trick to crypto is making sure the encryption can never be broken.
My day job is basically machine learning applied to random systems, like climate.
So you modified the software to test the encryption.
Yes.
And it decoded it instantly.
I assumed the currency was a flop until I ran the software test against Bitcoin.
It decrypted it instantly, too.
No.
That's impossible.
No, it's reality.
I wanted to create a new currency.
Instead, I made the most powerful decryption tool known to man.
A master key that can access any information on any network anywhere in the world.
I call it the God Algorithm.
(SCOFFS) Because what, you're God? Well, it is my creation.
So you're saying you can hack into any network, anywhere? Nuclear codes, world banking systems? I'm not "just saying.
" It's a fact.
Well, if that's the truth, then anyone who owns that key owns the world.
Which is why I erased it, and why people - are trying to kill me.
- Oh.
Yeah, I-I'm not buying it.
Uh, you destroyed your masterpiece? I mean, DaVinci would never destroy the Mona Lisa.
He would if he kept a copy.
And the most important copy is right here.
Okay, so, you made it, you're gonna recreate it.
Want me to risk my life to save yours? I want to know who and what I'm protecting.
(TYPING) (TYPING CONTINUES) Done.
What do you want me to hack into? Try the Fed.
ENDICOTT: Okay, the Fed.
- (TYPING) - Don't worry, it's the most secure financial system in the world.
There's no possible way he could No.
No, that's just - that's just not possible.
- Shall we see how America's strategic reserves are doing? Get off that site, now.
Like I told you, we're untraceable.
Hey.
How about a real challenge? Assuming you have the imagination.
Yeah, maybe.
Uh NORAD.
Hack NORAD.
It's the most firewalled security network on the face of the earth.
Not even a coordinated cyber (ROBOTICALLY): Shall we play a game? Oh, my God.
ENDICOTT: Now you're getting it.
The God Algorithm can decrypt anything.
And anyone who has it can play God.
Yeah, making it the ultimate weapon.
Which is why I tried to keep it a secret.
But given my obvious bona fides, I was probably being monitored.
And once word of my pièce de résistance got out, my fate was sealed.
So I drank some great wine, ate some great meals, and prepared for the end.
No one can have the algorithm.
Ever.
Which means no one can have me, because, like it or not, I'm the most dangerous man in the world.
Guess we better get you that Scotch now.
- What do you think? - What do I think? I mean, do you have any idea of the ramifications of this? This is Oppenheimer territory.
"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
" I mean, he's right.
We can't let anybody have this.
Or him.
I mean, there is only one logical conclusion.
Which is? (WHISPERS): He has to die.
No one's dying, not on my watch.
(PHONE VIBRATES) You back? BISHOP: Yeah, and the CIA knows you have Dorian.
She's got a red letter out on you.
So do the British.
So do the Chinese.
Not to mention that Russian kill team.
Especially after that little tea party you had with Gregor Shostakovich.
Don't worry about it, though.
I cleaned it up like I always do.
But now everyone knows what he has.
I can manage the situation.
Well, maybe you shouldn't.
What are you suggesting? That I turn him over to Nash? We both know what she'll do to him.
Well, it's better than leaving Endicott with that algorithm.
- He won't use it.
- Well, not today.
What about tomorrow? You know what they say about absolute power, don't you? No.
He has a son he loves.
He'll do anything to make the world safer for him.
And you're basing this on what? - His say-so? - On 20 years of betting my life on my ability to read people.
I'm not feeding him to the machine.
Listen, you play ball, and you can put the Company behind you forever.
- But then what does that make me? - The whole world is looking for this guy, Robyn.
How're you gonna hide him? Same as the Clockmaker.
We get him across the border.
Set up his family.
Keep him off-line.
Weekly touch-ins.
And if he even tries to pull anything, I will find him and press the button myself, but I need your help, Bish.
I need your resources.
So are you in or are you out? You know, this humanistic streak of yours is gonna get me killed someday.
I'm in, damn it.
Goodbye.
You sure about this? I trust him with my life.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING) Bish? I'm sorry, Robyn.
Too much at stake.
It's got to be this way.
Thank you, William.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING) Let's go.
So, where you taking him now? Not your concern.
ROBYN: To a black site? To all those dirty tricks I walked away from? Just like Ed and Michelle in Venezuela.
Ends justify the means.
Everyone's expendable.
Including you.
Hold it.
We had a deal.
She walks away from this.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN) Russians.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) (SHOUTS) - (SPEAKING RUSSIAN) - Will! No! No! - (SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN) - (TIRES SCREECH) Get these cuffs off me! You just executed an innocent man.
You knew what he had.
We couldn't afford to let anyone else have it, especially the Russians.
(SIGHS) There was another way.
You think that, you've gone soft.
I'm off your call list.
I'm done.
- Finished.
- The hell you are.
This whole thing imploded because you went rogue.
Meaning you still owe us, and we intend to collect our debt.
(HANDCUFFS CLATTER) Clean up this mess.
(QUIET CHATTER) (CHUCKLES): Nice, fellas.
(LAUGHTER) Oh, that was awesome.
I have to admit, that was kind of fun.
ENDICOTT: Fun? A dislocated rib cage is fun? Not to mention the fact I could've been What's the term of art? Killed.
Nope.
Double-tap to the chest, her signature, just like I told you.
My field involves the study of randomness.
Variables you can't control.
I could've been shot in the head.
Hey, take it easy.
- Everybody thinks you're dead.
- Ow.
No one's gonna be hunting you anymore.
Operational incompetence.
How you lot ever won the Cold War So, anyway, how long do I have to stay mad at you for, uh, "betraying me"? Give it a couple months.
ROBYN: This is my friend Lou.
He'll take you across the Saint Lawrence into Canada.
Friend of mine will meet you there, set you up.
Take you to the Yukon.
And you and your family can disappear.
Oh.
You're gonna need these.
Ease up on the cognac.
It should last the three of you.
Who are you, Robyn? Like I said I'm the one who gets you where you belong.
I could always look you up.
I have a pretty good program.
If you reconstitute that algorithm, I'll find you.
And I'll kill you.
I believe you.
Take care of your family, okay? Nothing is more important.
God, I hate this country.
Good luck, Dorian.
(ENGINE STARTS) Good luck, Canada.
(KEYS JINGLE, DOOR OPENS) - (DOOR CLOSES) - (ROBYN SIGHS) So, I hear you had quite a weekend.
(CHUCKLES) Delilah? Got an earful when I picked her up from her dad's.
How she busted you on a date.
Robyn.
Now, look, if you'd rather hang - with some guy, you know, just - Hang? - Hang? I wasn't hanging.
- Just tell me next time.
I'm a big girl.
I can handle it.
It's nothing to handle.
Okay? He was just a colleague.
An annoying one.
We spent the whole weekend crunching numbers.
Is that what the kids are calling it now? Listen, I'm just glad you had some fun.
- [LAUGHING.]
- I did not have any fun.
I had no fun.
Mmm.
But you may want to connect with Delilah.
After all those lectures on lying you gave her, she is not as understanding as I am.
[KNOCKING.]
Well, that was awkward.
You want to talk about it? Nope.
Just makes me wonder, Mom.
You were lying about that what else are you lying about?
I'm the one you call when you can't call 911.
Previously on The Equalizer Work it out What kind of charity needs a consult after 9:00 at night? The international kind.
The CIA wants you back, Robyn.
You're the best they had.
Work it out ROBYN: This is Melody, one of my oldest friends.
- Enjoying being dead? - MEL: You got him out of one life sentence and straight into another.
HARRY: Why do I have a feeling this is not a social call? I need those freaky-ass superpowers of yours.
- My pleasure.
- MAN: We'd be happy to accommodate your new hobby if you came back to the fold.
I'm ready to deal.
Freelance only.
Rest of the time, they can just stay out of my way.
Look what I found.
Give it back! Why? You can't play.
ROBYN: But I can.
One shot.
If I make it, you make the girl a regular in your games.
And if you miss? Well, then I guess I'm buying the girl a new ball.
Yes! (LAUGHING) Hey.
You want to play with us? No.
But she does.
- Horse? - Mm-hmm.
BISHOP: You do bar mitzvahs, too? (CHUCKLES) (SCOFFS) Why'd you want to meet me? Company needs a favor.
A British doctoral candidate on a federal grant overstayed his visa; He's in the wind.
Call ICE.
Dorian Endicott.
College mathematician.
Loudmouth.
Drinks too much.
Could be on a bender.
Call his sponsor.
His family's connected.
They don't want him to embarrass them, so they reached out to MI6 who reached out to the CIA who then reached out to me.
Look, I'm sorry, Bish.
I got a spa weekend with my aunt planned.
So, wait, whoa, whoa.
So grab him.
Drop him off at the British, uh, Consulate, and then go get your broccoli emulsion.
- You know that's not a thing.
- Look, hey.
Company asked for you, Robyn, by name.
Do this, they'll give you some rhythm, at least for a while.
Don't you think I'm a little overqualified for a lost-and-found detail? Well, maybe our friends are just trying to remind you that they're still pulling your strings.
It's a milk run.
Not worth kicking up dust over.
It's the end of the fiscal quarter, and one of the charities I'm consulting for is slammed.
They sent up a flare.
- I understand.
- I'll be there by, like, 5:00.
6:00, latest.
Robyn.
I would feel better if you made me feel worse.
I mean, I-I had a month to plan.
And you're presenting later.
It's a creative visualization seminar, not a gender reveal, and you're my guest, so the room's comped anyway.
Just get there when you get there.
- Tonight.
I promise.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Is that all you're packing? What? I just need my homework.
I've got enough clothes at Dad's.
Well, don't forget about your community service hours this weekend.
Okay.
I only skipped once, all right? Yeah, and lied about it.
Yes, but I was still planning on doing it when I told you I did it.
But if you want to be technical No, I want to be honest.
And every time you lie to me makes me wonder what else you're lying to me about.
So don't.
'Cause I'll find out.
Get a massage, Mom.
Please.
I swear I am.
- Bye.
- Bye.
HARRY: So that doctoral candidate you're looking for I don't think he's just on a bender.
He, uh, deleted all his social media recently.
He hasn't been on his cell phone in three days.
And he hasn't accessed his email.
So he just ghosted? (SIGHS) Yeah, full-on Casper.
It's like the guy suddenly dropped off the face of the earth.
And then he started erasing himself.
Well, I think I know where his grant money went.
Expensive Scotch.
Fine cigars.
What did you say he was studying? Oh, the ushe: Heuristic algorithms as applied to stochastic systems.
English, Harry.
It's a way to account for uncertainty.
It's used for financial modeling, uh, insurance risk assessments.
Random systems.
Sexy.
Yeah, if your idea of sex is Javascript.
I happen to be more of a Python man, but you know that.
Keep your Python to yourself.
Got a letter here from the NSF about his research grant.
I wouldn't be too impressed.
They tend to toss those things around like confetti.
Well, it looks like the party was over for Mr.
Endicott, 'cause it's a notice of the grant's expiration.
Excuse me.
Who are you? Sue Wachtell.
NSF grants committee.
I'm here to get an update on Mr.
Endicott's research.
Phillip Moss.
Chair of the Math Department.
I'll save you some time.
The climate change algorithm you've been funding, I doubt he got off square one.
Why do you say that? He's a unique personality.
Half the time he didn't show.
The other half he Well, here.
His students compiled these for HR.
Anyone? (GROANS) This is completely pointless.
None of you will ever get jobs that don't involve a spatula.
Let me put this in terms you can understand.
You're an imbecile.
Oh, my.
STUDENT: Is he drunk? I'm tasked with notifying him of his suspension.
If I can find him.
Well, he must have friends.
Someone who would send him an orchid? Orchid, no.
Arsenic, yes.
If you find him, send him my way? Who would send flowers to a guy like that? (PHONE BUTTONS CLICKING) (LINE RINGS) (PANTING) FLORIST (OVER PHONE): Violina's.
Hi, my name is Shirley Kane, and my boss got these orchids, but I lost the card.
And so he can't send a thank you note.
And if I don't tell him who sent it, I'm out of a job.
I'm already late on my rent.
- I just, I - Calm down, ma'am.
What's the name of your boss? Endicott.
Dorian Endicott.
ROBYN: The sender was anonymous.
And all that was on the card were these numbers.
Who sends an orchid with a bunch of numbers? Maybe it's a nerd's idea of foreplay.
- Or a code.
- I'm running the three series through a program that matches up the numbers with known cryptographs.
It could be a decimal-based cipher.
A multiple encryption numeric system.
Try dropping a period after the initial two numbers in the first two groupings.
HARRY: Whoa.
What? HARRY: Longitude and latitude.
Here in New York.
Mel, the third grouping.
Military time.
18:30 is 6:30.
ROBYN: Yeah, 03 is March, and 26 is the day that's today.
That's now.
Secret meet.
Already began.
This is about more than just some missing lecturer.
Run those coordinates and get me an address.
HARRY: All right.
Orchid.
(DOOR CLOSES) (FOOTSTEPS NEARBY) (QUIET CHATTER) Welcome to Chef Django's Pop-up Dining Club.
Can I help you? Do you have your orchid invitation? Uh, I believe my party is popped up right there.
Finally.
What do I have to do to get service? Disembowel myself? - I'm sorry? - You should be.
What's this in my consommé? Chervil, meaning it's not consommé.
Take this swill back.
See if there's a dog you want to poison.
Then try decanting something that doesn't come in a box.
That's not chervil.
It's Queen Ann's lace.
Perfect for consommé.
As for the wine, I'm sure you can arrange for a sommelier on your flight back to bonnie old England.
Ah, the Consulate sent you.
Who are you? Some low-rent diplomatic aide? I'm the person who gets you where you belong.
You're an errand girl dispatched by dilettantes to pester a connoisseur.
I paid a ransom for this seat at Chef Django's pop-up.
And I'm not moving until I have tasted the last petit four.
Understand? Perfectly.
Assault.
False imprisonment.
I just ripped your shirt, so add destruction of property.
(GUNSHOT) Get down, get down! (GUNSHOTS CONTINUE) Who are they? - How should I know? - You're lying.
Dorian? Dorian?! Damn.
You snake.
Madam Director.
I see you're still going for the heart.
- I'm a romantic.
- Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) So, how's the gig? You'd have loved it.
Too bad you called the Director of National Intelligence a rock-licking moron.
(CHUCKLES) I like to tell it like it is.
Which makes one of us.
So, that milk run that you sent McCall on turned into a firefight.
As far as we knew, it was a standard retrieval.
And now Endicott's in the wind.
Thanks to McCall.
Is that really how you want to play this, Suri? Who is this guy, anyway? What's going on? You don't know, do you? Look, tell McCall we're sorry how this went down.
Okay? And given the evolving situation, it would be best if she brought Endicott directly to us instead of the Brits.
Yeah.
Okay.
So, Nash says sorry you almost got your ticket punched, but, uh do us another solid.
I think that'll play well.
We'll make it worth her while.
Wait.
So, I bring in Endicott, and my account is squared permanently with the CIA? No more looking over my shoulder? Straight from the director's mouth.
Director Nash is not the type to sweeten the pot.
I think the stakes have changed, and I think something big's going down, but they're not sharing.
I'm in.
Be worth it to have them out of my life.
But I've been burned by Nash before so I'll deliver Endicott after I know I'm not being played.
I still have contacts in British intelligence, so I'm gonna ask some questions, okay? Thanks, Bishop.
Is that the shoot-out? Yeah, from a security cam next door.
Hang on, zoom in on that guy.
That tat.
Sharpen the res? He's Triad.
What are Chinese gangsters doing trying to kill a British math whiz? They're not.
Harry, trace the trajectory of the shots fired Dorian's way.
They weren't shooting at Endicott.
No, they were shooting at me.
They wanted him alive.
Harry, you got to track where Endicott went.
What do you think I'm doing here? It's like Where's Waldo? With smoke, gunfire and low-res video.
Well, that's why you're the best.
Where you going? Chinatown, to see an old friend.
(PHONE CHIMES) (GROANS) Geez, I didn't know people still read newspapers.
What's the latest? "Man's Serenity Shattered by Uninvited Intruder.
" (EXHALES) Well, relax, I won't overstay my welcome.
What do you know about a British mathematician who might've overstayed his? I'm a retired antiques dealer.
Why should I know anything? Because you like to stay out of the headlines, and I know a thing or two about killing a story.
Word is that said mathematician might have discovered something that's a matter of urgent British national security.
How urgent? Such that if someone were to find said mathematician, they would be wise to bring him directly to the British Consulate and leave him in their rearview mirror if they want to see old age.
Now if you'll excuse me, this is my hour of Zen.
- (LIGHTER FLICKS) - You know those things'll kill you someday.
So will associating with you.
It's always a pleasure, Glenn.
(CHINESE HIP-HOP PLAYING) (SIZZLING) Meaning this is not entirely a social call.
What do you need? Intel on the Triads.
Specifically what they want with a British grad student.
Yeah, news of your little escapade is making the rounds.
The Triads don't want him.
The Chinese government does.
Endicott has something they want to buy.
A source tells me the item has national security implications.
Which explains why Beijing farmed it out.
They don't want their fingerprints anywhere near this.
Be careful, Robyn.
Word is, whatever that guy's selling, there are a lot of interested parties.
What kind of parties? The kind that shoot first and ask questions later.
HARRY: Hey, so I was able to track Endicott from the alley, stitching together ATM, traffic cam and satellite footage.
He ducked into this computer store on 54th and Broadway - before I lost him.
- You lost him? He went into the subway.
That's why I'm down here.
It's hard to find me.
You know, you lost him too, by the way.
Well, people were shooting at me.
- Yeah.
- What's he typing? HARRY: I hacked the computer he was using.
But he erased everything Hard drive, metadata.
- There's no protocol - Run back the video.
Why? There's more than one way to hack that data.
Zoom in on his fingers? One of my first assignments was surveilling a Serbian diplomat through his hotel window.
Now, we couldn't get into his laptop, so I had to go old-school.
I learned to copy his keystrokes.
So play that again, and put what I'm typing up on the screen.
So whatever this threat to national security is, he was gonna sell it to the Chinese.
You got in the way and now he's found another buyer.
Yeah, and I got 19 minutes to stop him.
Watching fingers typing? That's analog I don't do analog.
You'll get 'em next time, babe.
ENDICOTT: This is it.
As promised.
Right, yes.
Check it.
(LAPTOP BEEPS) It's good, yes? Da, very good.
The money then? (MUTTERS IN RUSSIAN) (PHONE VIBRATING) (PHONE CHIMES) And the other payment? (MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Nice doing business with you.
(SPEAKS QUIETLY IN RUSSIAN) Who are you meeting with and what did you sell? I don't know what you're (GRUNTS) That's Gregor Shostakovich.
Russian intelligence.
You think you can do business with them and they won't bury you? - (TIRES SCREECHING) - They're coming back for me.
- We have to get - Tell me what you sold if you want my help.
I promise whoever you're working for won't want me dead.
Please, they're coming! (TIRES SCREECHING) - Come on! - Ow! - (GROANS) You broke my clavicle.
- I'll break more than that if you don't tell me what you sold the Russians.
You really don't know anything, do you? I know you're a traitor.
Hardly.
That piece of software they just bought, after I demoed it, I activated a self-delete feature.
So it's software.
Yes, fine.
It's software.
Only what I just sold them no longer works, meaning I just defrauded an enemy of this country.
Which makes me a hero, not a traitor.
You're welcome.
You just ripped off Russian intelligence.
That just makes you stupid.
At least I didn't kill one of them.
I have rights.
I demand to know who you are and where you're taking me.
- (TIRES SCREECH) - (GRUNTS) - (GROANING) - Like I said, I'm the person who gets you to where you belong.
And right now that destination is a toss-up.
'Cause we are equidistant between three places.
A CIA black site, a Triad dogfighting kennel, and a Russian bathhouse.
Take your pick.
Okay.
What I have has to be destroyed.
That's why I swindled those Neanderthals.
So I could get enough money to disappear and protect the world from my discovery.
That's all you need to know.
- Okay, I'm taking you to the CIA.
- No, wait! I can't tell you, but I can show you.
I have a place in Brighton Beach, where I stashed a copy of the file.
Take me there, I'll show you everything.
And then you can decide whether to turn me in.
If I'm lying, it's two hours of your life.
If I'm not, you might just save the world.
(SIGHS) I'm supposed to be having a hot stone massage right now.
(TIRES SCREECH) Figured you'd take the deal You want to know why? Hit 'em with a 20 piece Because your skill set suggests you once were part of the system.
One you're not rushing to return to.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) Your culinary sophistication suggests a degree of worldliness.
And you recognized a Russian operative on sight.
I thus conclude you're a former international operative now plying your trade as some sort of low-rent mercenary.
Quod erat demonstradum.
- My turn.
- Wiz Khalifa, man You're a stone-cold narcissist.
So whatever you discovered is not for the benefit of mankind, unless by accident.
You're well into your 30s and still chasing a doctorate.
Which means you're lazy, undisciplined And if you touch my settings again, I will break your hand.
All that's relevant is my discovery.
A breakthrough even a troglodyte could deploy for world domination.
A weapon any government would kill for.
The product of a lazy and undisciplined mind? I beg to differ.
So it's an easy-to-use piece of software with defense applications that any government would covet.
Check.
I have low blood sugar, so unless you plan on ministering to a diabetic coma Even a condemned man gets a last meal.
Or didn't they teach you that at kidnapper - finishing school? - Fine.
There's a place nearby that has pretty good cuisine.
We'll make a stop.
A mini-mart? You're joking.
The chili dog is aged to perfection.
Oh, pairs nicely with a cherry Freeze.
You'll love the bouquet.
Fine.
I'll take pistachios, unsalted and in their natural state, not dyed that ungodly red.
And a Flake Bar.
And if they don't have Flake, a Curly Wurly will do.
- Or a Yorkie.
- Do I look like your personal shopper? Oh.
(DOOR CHIMING) MAN: Thanks, bro.
Chocolate raisins? Can we at least discuss this like civilized adults? - What, you never had - Mom? Delilah? And Kelly, wow.
Hey, Robyn, uh what a coincidence.
Yeah, Mom, what are you doing here? (EXHALES) Just stopped for some gas.
Well, I-I don't I just, I thought you Uh, Dee told us that you were going on a retreat with Vi, but got slammed on a project? Yes.
(LAUGHS) Um, something popped up with one of my charities.
Gonna introduce us, Robyn? This is my colleague, Frank Brady from accounting.
Frank, this is my daughter Delilah.
And this is my ex's new wife Kelly.
Nice to meet you, Frank.
Oh, the pleasure's all mine.
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) So, we were just, um - Working late.
- Yeah.
Reconciling the books.
A nightmare, but we hacked our way through it.
But wouldn't you know it, my car broke down.
Thankfully, Robyn offered to drive me home.
And she's so kind, so thoughtful.
What brings you to this delightful emporium? Headed to the Knicks game.
Bringing our stash, the good stuff.
(CHUCKLES) Ah, red pistachios, delightful.
Yeah, Kelly, we should go.
You know, we'll miss tip-off.
Yeah, you guys go.
I'll take care of it.
Yeah, I got you.
Yeah, well, um, I'll tell Miles you say hi.
Thank you.
Yeah, nice meeting you, Mr.
Brady.
- See ya.
- Bye.
(DOOR CHIMING) (SIGHS) (DOOR CLOSES) Thank you.
I believe in being courteous even to my captor.
Speaking of courtesy, Robyn, may I use the bathroom? Go ahead.
So you'll uncuff me? Not a chance.
(PHONE VIBRATES) What you got for me? Well, I'm glad you're still alive, McCall.
I wish I weren't.
I just ran into my daughter and almost blew my cover.
That's the dangers of working close to home.
But that's not the only danger.
Your boy was telling the truth.
He ripped the Russians off, big-time.
$50 million.
Wired to his account.
Doesn't make sense.
A guy as smart as Endicott, why didn't he try to hide the proceeds? Greed makes people careless.
And now everybody's hunting for him.
Which means they're hunting me, too.
You know what my advice is? Throw him in the trunk, put a brick on the accelerator, and let him drive into the East River.
Can't.
I owe too much on my car lease.
(GRUNTING) Bad news.
They didn't have anything you'd want.
These are absolutely vile.
Enjoy.
You're a good mum.
Buttering me up won't work.
I don't butter.
Your daughter said it was nice to meet me when it clearly was not.
That's good breeding.
You raised her well.
Kelly's lovely, by the way.
Must be tough being replaced by the newer model.
I can see why your marriage soured, given how controlling and unreasonable you are.
You know, I don't see a ring on your finger.
Which is surprising, considering how much of a people person - you are.
- I don't have time to cater to the sensibilities of my inferiors.
Some of us are too busy trying to change the world.
(PHONE RINGING) Aunt Vi, hey.
- I'm just checking on you, baby.
- I feel really bad that you couldn't slip away.
Oh.
Me, too.
How'd the seminar go? Packed to the gills.
But now that I'm done, I should come back.
Keep my girl company.
No.
No way.
No need to ruin both of our weekends.
Call if you change your mind.
Don't work too hard.
All right.
Lying constantly to everyone you care about must be tiring.
(TIRES SCREECH) (GRUNTS) Oh We're here.
What are you doing? - You don't need that.
- Like you never lied to me before.
Open it.
- (GASPS) - It's okay.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
She's a friend.
This is Anya.
My son, Titus.
You have a son? How did we miss that? I've gone to great lengths to keep this part of my life a secret.
How's my favorite boy? Nice to meet you both.
All right, look.
I got you here, so I kept my end of the bargain.
Time for you to keep yours.
The flash drive with the software on it is here.
The only thing in this apartment is my girlfriend and my son.
And I am keeping you until they get away.
Because you think she has these? (RATTLING) I took the diamonds off you at the gas station, genius.
That pouch you slipped her Gummy bears? How did you The 50 million the Russians paid you it was too easy to find.
You wanted people chasing it while you slipped away.
Because the real payment would be something untraceable.
Something that could be sold anywhere, any time.
Perfect for someone planning to disappear.
Which is why you're going to give them to me.
Not until you tell me what's going on.
You're in no position (ANYA YELPS) This is your last chance, and then I am taking you in.
Please, I beg you.
Just let us go.
You know I can't do that.
Then let them go.
You're a parent, too.
All I want is a future for my child, even if I don't have one.
Lock me up and throw away the key.
Only, please, just leave them out of this.
Whatever it is you're hiding, these people will not stop hunting you for it.
And your family.
You want to save them? Then you need to trust me, because right now, I'm the only one who can help you.
Mummy's the boss, little man.
I love you.
Promise they'll be safe? You have my word.
Now let's talk.
I need a drink.
(SCOFFS) You really shouldn't be out in the open.
You wouldn't begrudge me one last pleasure as a free man.
Start talking.
Now.
I met Anya at an A.
I.
conference a few years ago.
But her father was a prominent Soviet physicist.
I didn't think the U.
S.
would appreciate the relationship, so I kept it secret.
Well, what does the relationship with your family have to do with people chasing you? Nothing.
But it has everything to do with my discovery.
The grant didn't pay enough, so I started a new side project.
And I discovered something big.
Unfathomably big.
Two vodkas.
Mm.
Vodka? Please.
I loathe vodka.
It's tasteless.
It's not for you.
I figured a sophisticate like you would have a more discerning palate.
BARTENDER: There you go.
They're not for me, either.
High off love when you lookin' at me I'm the type of chick you put on repeat I'm a bad girl, I go hard like a freak Trust me, baby, you don't want a problem with me Red octagon when you try to stop me.
(GRUNTS) - Who are they? - Russians.
The word is out.
They're coming for you.
I really am gonna die.
Nowhere's safe.
There's one place.
Come on.
(SNIFFS) A secret lair.
How original.
Who's this? Your Alfred? You're right.
He is an ass.
Yeah, he is.
Sit down.
This is my associate.
And you're going to tell both of us what you discovered.
I'll need a Scotch first.
Now.
Philistine.
Like I told you, living grant to grant wasn't cutting it.
As you now know, I have expensive tastes and costly responsibilities.
Occam's razor.
The most efficient way to make money is to create it.
A cryptocurrency.
Well, he's not as dim as he looks.
ROBYN: So this whole thing is about cryptocurrency? No.
See, the trick to crypto is making sure the encryption can never be broken.
My day job is basically machine learning applied to random systems, like climate.
So you modified the software to test the encryption.
Yes.
And it decoded it instantly.
I assumed the currency was a flop until I ran the software test against Bitcoin.
It decrypted it instantly, too.
No.
That's impossible.
No, it's reality.
I wanted to create a new currency.
Instead, I made the most powerful decryption tool known to man.
A master key that can access any information on any network anywhere in the world.
I call it the God Algorithm.
(SCOFFS) Because what, you're God? Well, it is my creation.
So you're saying you can hack into any network, anywhere? Nuclear codes, world banking systems? I'm not "just saying.
" It's a fact.
Well, if that's the truth, then anyone who owns that key owns the world.
Which is why I erased it, and why people - are trying to kill me.
- Oh.
Yeah, I-I'm not buying it.
Uh, you destroyed your masterpiece? I mean, DaVinci would never destroy the Mona Lisa.
He would if he kept a copy.
And the most important copy is right here.
Okay, so, you made it, you're gonna recreate it.
Want me to risk my life to save yours? I want to know who and what I'm protecting.
(TYPING) (TYPING CONTINUES) Done.
What do you want me to hack into? Try the Fed.
ENDICOTT: Okay, the Fed.
- (TYPING) - Don't worry, it's the most secure financial system in the world.
There's no possible way he could No.
No, that's just - that's just not possible.
- Shall we see how America's strategic reserves are doing? Get off that site, now.
Like I told you, we're untraceable.
Hey.
How about a real challenge? Assuming you have the imagination.
Yeah, maybe.
Uh NORAD.
Hack NORAD.
It's the most firewalled security network on the face of the earth.
Not even a coordinated cyber (ROBOTICALLY): Shall we play a game? Oh, my God.
ENDICOTT: Now you're getting it.
The God Algorithm can decrypt anything.
And anyone who has it can play God.
Yeah, making it the ultimate weapon.
Which is why I tried to keep it a secret.
But given my obvious bona fides, I was probably being monitored.
And once word of my pièce de résistance got out, my fate was sealed.
So I drank some great wine, ate some great meals, and prepared for the end.
No one can have the algorithm.
Ever.
Which means no one can have me, because, like it or not, I'm the most dangerous man in the world.
Guess we better get you that Scotch now.
- What do you think? - What do I think? I mean, do you have any idea of the ramifications of this? This is Oppenheimer territory.
"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
" I mean, he's right.
We can't let anybody have this.
Or him.
I mean, there is only one logical conclusion.
Which is? (WHISPERS): He has to die.
No one's dying, not on my watch.
(PHONE VIBRATES) You back? BISHOP: Yeah, and the CIA knows you have Dorian.
She's got a red letter out on you.
So do the British.
So do the Chinese.
Not to mention that Russian kill team.
Especially after that little tea party you had with Gregor Shostakovich.
Don't worry about it, though.
I cleaned it up like I always do.
But now everyone knows what he has.
I can manage the situation.
Well, maybe you shouldn't.
What are you suggesting? That I turn him over to Nash? We both know what she'll do to him.
Well, it's better than leaving Endicott with that algorithm.
- He won't use it.
- Well, not today.
What about tomorrow? You know what they say about absolute power, don't you? No.
He has a son he loves.
He'll do anything to make the world safer for him.
And you're basing this on what? - His say-so? - On 20 years of betting my life on my ability to read people.
I'm not feeding him to the machine.
Listen, you play ball, and you can put the Company behind you forever.
- But then what does that make me? - The whole world is looking for this guy, Robyn.
How're you gonna hide him? Same as the Clockmaker.
We get him across the border.
Set up his family.
Keep him off-line.
Weekly touch-ins.
And if he even tries to pull anything, I will find him and press the button myself, but I need your help, Bish.
I need your resources.
So are you in or are you out? You know, this humanistic streak of yours is gonna get me killed someday.
I'm in, damn it.
Goodbye.
You sure about this? I trust him with my life.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING) Bish? I'm sorry, Robyn.
Too much at stake.
It's got to be this way.
Thank you, William.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING) Let's go.
So, where you taking him now? Not your concern.
ROBYN: To a black site? To all those dirty tricks I walked away from? Just like Ed and Michelle in Venezuela.
Ends justify the means.
Everyone's expendable.
Including you.
Hold it.
We had a deal.
She walks away from this.
(TIRES SCREECHING) (MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN) Russians.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) (SHOUTS) - (SPEAKING RUSSIAN) - Will! No! No! - (SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN) - (TIRES SCREECH) Get these cuffs off me! You just executed an innocent man.
You knew what he had.
We couldn't afford to let anyone else have it, especially the Russians.
(SIGHS) There was another way.
You think that, you've gone soft.
I'm off your call list.
I'm done.
- Finished.
- The hell you are.
This whole thing imploded because you went rogue.
Meaning you still owe us, and we intend to collect our debt.
(HANDCUFFS CLATTER) Clean up this mess.
(QUIET CHATTER) (CHUCKLES): Nice, fellas.
(LAUGHTER) Oh, that was awesome.
I have to admit, that was kind of fun.
ENDICOTT: Fun? A dislocated rib cage is fun? Not to mention the fact I could've been What's the term of art? Killed.
Nope.
Double-tap to the chest, her signature, just like I told you.
My field involves the study of randomness.
Variables you can't control.
I could've been shot in the head.
Hey, take it easy.
- Everybody thinks you're dead.
- Ow.
No one's gonna be hunting you anymore.
Operational incompetence.
How you lot ever won the Cold War So, anyway, how long do I have to stay mad at you for, uh, "betraying me"? Give it a couple months.
ROBYN: This is my friend Lou.
He'll take you across the Saint Lawrence into Canada.
Friend of mine will meet you there, set you up.
Take you to the Yukon.
And you and your family can disappear.
Oh.
You're gonna need these.
Ease up on the cognac.
It should last the three of you.
Who are you, Robyn? Like I said I'm the one who gets you where you belong.
I could always look you up.
I have a pretty good program.
If you reconstitute that algorithm, I'll find you.
And I'll kill you.
I believe you.
Take care of your family, okay? Nothing is more important.
God, I hate this country.
Good luck, Dorian.
(ENGINE STARTS) Good luck, Canada.
(KEYS JINGLE, DOOR OPENS) - (DOOR CLOSES) - (ROBYN SIGHS) So, I hear you had quite a weekend.
(CHUCKLES) Delilah? Got an earful when I picked her up from her dad's.
How she busted you on a date.
Robyn.
Now, look, if you'd rather hang - with some guy, you know, just - Hang? - Hang? I wasn't hanging.
- Just tell me next time.
I'm a big girl.
I can handle it.
It's nothing to handle.
Okay? He was just a colleague.
An annoying one.
We spent the whole weekend crunching numbers.
Is that what the kids are calling it now? Listen, I'm just glad you had some fun.
- [LAUGHING.]
- I did not have any fun.
I had no fun.
Mmm.
But you may want to connect with Delilah.
After all those lectures on lying you gave her, she is not as understanding as I am.
[KNOCKING.]
Well, that was awkward.
You want to talk about it? Nope.
Just makes me wonder, Mom.
You were lying about that what else are you lying about?