The Equalizer Page #5

Before you tell me

you're not gonna talk...

You can go f*** yourself,

you know that?

You're gonna give me what I need.

Or not.

You're such a f***.

Why don't you get out of here and

go f*** yourself, you motherf***er?

You know

who you're dealing with, huh?

I am a cop, you moron!

I swear to God, I'll f***...

Okay. Open it.

Open the f***ing wind...

Huh?

I'm Boston P.D.

I don't have a lot of time.

Which means you don't have any.

Look, you are in a lot of trouble.

Just let me go. Just let me go.

I'm gonna let you go.

I'm gonna let you go.

I'll be back.

No!

Motherf***er! Wait.

Wait!

Wait!

We're here to see Andri.

Hey, Andri. Listen, this

location's been compromised.

Get all your sh*t out of here.

You gotta truck it all out.

The f*** I'm going to do that. And

who's this f***ing piece of sh*t?

Pushkin made the call.

I'm just the new guy.

Pushkin.

Pushkin. I...

Pushkin's money. What the f***

you give a f***, Andri, huh?

Is that a Heckler Koch?

- This?

- Yeah.

What is he saying?

I don't f***ing...

Can I see it?

Oh, you want to see my gun?

Uh, yes and no.

- No.

- Oh, f***!

All right, all right, all right!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're so f***ing nuts!

F***!

All right.

Everybody settle down.

Frank tells me

you're the man, Andri. Yeah?

He says your guys

are incredibly loyal toward you.

If you tell them to put their

guns down, lay down on the floor,

they'll do that, won't they?

Indulge me, Andri.

Tell them to lay down.

There you go. Thank you very much.

There you go.

Mr. Pushkin thanks you very much.

We're going out of business.

Closing down shop.

Mr. Pushkin thanks you very much.

There you are.

Here you go. You're welcome.

Accept these parting gifts on behalf of Mr.

Pushkin. There you go.

Three, two...

Look at that, perfect... one.

Thank you. Thank you, sweetheart.

Right around to the right.

Call it in.

Boston P.D.

Detective Frank Masters.

I am 10-13 at 155 Warren Street,

rear entrance.

Repeat:
Detective Frank Masters, 10-13,

155 Warren Street, rear entrance.

Anything else I can do for you?

You tell me, Frank.

I know you got an escape plan.

Where do you keep it?

Heh. Yeah? What's

your escape plan, huh?

Not about me. It's about you.

Where do you keep it?

F*** you, you motherf***er.

You have f***ed me

so f***ing bad!

You did this!

Do you hear yourself?

You did it to this badge, Frank.

You disrespected this badge.

You understand me?

F*** you, you motherf***er.

I got nothing, all right? You hear me?

I got nothing because of you!

You think they're not coming for you,

you're not f***ing next?

I am a dead man!

Do something about it.

You don't know

who these people are!

I'm a f***ing dead man.

I won't last a f***ing week.

Then do the right thing.

Motherfu...

Do the right thing, Frank.

Police officer for 22 years, I know you

didn't get this far and not have an out.

Where do you keep it?

I was a f***ing good cop.

I was.

I understand.

Do the right thing.

Do it for the good cops, Frank.

Where do you keep it?

Just let me know when you're done,

detective.

This guy here.

He was cuffed to the pipes back here,

200,000 in the trunk of his car.

Recording of the whole deal

with these guys on the seat.

Crazy. And that was tacked

to his jacket.

That's not the best part.

We're on scene for the duration.

Get IDs on all those guys.

Check this out.

Holy sh*t!

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Who's gonna f***ing count this?

We've searched the city.

No sign of him.

McCall has disappeared.

Mr. Pushkin has been notified.

My men will find him.

Good.

I got to piss.

He's not coming back.

Had enough?

You certainly have my attention.

Because I can keep going.

Brick by brick. Dollar by dollar.

Body by body.

Or you can call your boss and tell him

to shut down his operation.

Tonight.

That's not much of an offer.

Only one you're gonna get.

When you pray for rain,

you gotta deal with the mud too.

When you look at me...

what do you see?

Hm?

The answer's nothing.

I have no feelings about you

one way or the other. You're like...

Like lint or a bottle cap.

You're just a thing to remove.

I knew a Russian police captain

back in the day.

He told me about a case he worked on.

Can't remember the guy's name.

He was a famous scholar,

lived in Moscow.

He was a humanitarian,

an author.

Anyway, he decided to share his

abundance with someone less fortunate.

And even though he had five children,

he opened his home to a sixth.

An orphan, 12-year-old boy.

Kid had been pounded

by the system from an early age.

Troubled.

Prone to violence.

A lost cause.

Stop me if you know this one.

Oh, no. Carry on.

Okay. So this good man

opened his home to this boy.

And when the boy stole from him,

this good man loved him anyway.

When the boy failed in school, this man

showed understanding and patience.

When the boy lied and cheated

and clawed and fought,

this good man showed compassion

and love

until the boy, who had never felt

anything like being wanted or loved,

he finally did.

The man had broken through.

It was a miracle.

One week later, intruders broke

into the man's house.

Killed the man and his wife in bed.

They said some small things

were stolen,

things a child might steal.

No one knows for sure.

The man's children

were sent off to relatives.

The boy, the orphan,

shipped back to hell.

Just when he finally had a chance at life,

it was snatched away by two bullets.

It's a well-known story.

Mm. They ever catch who did it?

Did they?

Maybe they didn't look

in the right place.

Sometimes the answer's

in front of you.

I think the boy killed them.

I think the boy did it.

The boy was scared his foster parents

would wake up one day

and realize he wasn't worth it,

like all the others had.

And he couldn't bear the thought

that this good man would do that to him.

Would throw him away...

like a piece of lint or a bottle cap.

So...

he decided not to find out.

What do you think, Nicolai?

You think you know me?

You strike me as

a sentimental man, Mr. McCall.

That's surprising.

I...

I don't possess that chip.

I never could understand what comes

from feeling that way

except weakness.

The men I killed, your men,

I gave them a chance.

They made their decision.

I'm giving you

the opportunity to make yours.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You let me know...

when you decide.

Of course.

I've done some bad things

in my life, Nicolai.

Things I'm not proud of.

I promised someone

that I love very much

that I would never go back

to being that person.

But for you...

I'm gonna make an exception.

You asked me what I saw

when I looked at you.

What do you see when you look at me?

FBI. How can I direct your call?

Agent Mosley, please.

Agent Mosley.

Heard you found some money today.

Who is this?

Concerned citizen.

Check your personal e-mail.

Make sure you're sitting down

when you do.

He hit my tankers.

And you tell me not to worry?

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