Previously on The Equalizer... Empty the register.
Nobody's getting out!
I'm Viola.
What's your name? Drake.
VI: Drake, it doesn't have to be this way.
You still have so much
to offer the world.
Mark Jamison is giving a speech today.
If he wants to spew his lies,
then I will speak the truth even louder.
(clamoring)
DELILAH: Aunt Vi? Don't move.
Hands where I can see them.
Dee was determined to get involved.
What did you want me to do?
Pick her up and drag her away?
You are the adult. She got arrested.
(panting) (leaves rustling)
MAN: I think I heard something.
(cries out)
MAN: Check over there!
♪ ♪
MAN: She came this way!
There's something over there.
(gasps, panting)
(crackling)
(screaming)
♪ ♪
ROBYN: Morning, Auntie.
VI: Morning.
Architectural books?
Planning on changing careers?
No, they're for Drake, the unfortunate young man
Dee and I encountered at the convenience store.
"Encountered"? You mean, "who held you at gunpoint."
I told you, the gun was empty.
I didn't know you two still kept in touch.
We exchange letters every now and then.
He's a good soul.
Seems to have found his passion.
It's hard to find architecture textbooks in prison...
You thought you'd help him out.
I'm trying to.
I haven't heard from him in a while.
I was actually gonna go visit him today, but...
he hasn't answered my last two letters.
Well, give me his name. I'll see what I can find out.
Thank you.
Okay. Auntie.
Listen.
I owe you an apology.
I'm sorry I took that tone with you
after Dee got arrested. No, Robyn.
I'm the one who's sorry.
I think I have steered Dee in the wrong direction.
Well, you did what you thought was right.
And Dee has a mind of her own anyway.
That she does.
Family's never easy.
Speaking of family,
look what I found in Dee's room, on her desk.
Hudson Military High School?
Yep. They prepare kids for the service.
She's thinking of changing high schools?
She's thinking about leaving home?
I thought this was just a phase.
Yeah, well,
that phase ends today.
DELILIAH: Oh, my goodness.
I hope she's okay.
Yeah, absolutely.
What's going on?
I'm not completely sure, but...
I think my friend Raya's in trouble.
Her phone's off,
her mom said she didn't come home last night.
Raya, the dancer from the talent show?
Yeah, that's her.
Yesterday at the park I saw her arguing with another girl.
It was getting physical, too.
Why don't you want to talk about it?
Because it's none of your business.
Hey. You think you know what's tea, sis,
but you got no idea.
I said get out of my face.
Hey. Whoa.
RAYA: Let go of me. DELILAH: Whoa, whoa, hey.
You know the girl? No.
Never seen her before.
I thought I saw her take off,
but maybe she circled back and then...
DELILAH: Hey. Hey.
What do you guys say we just
take a breath and talk about this?
Next time,
I promise it's on sight.
DELILAH: Raya, are you okay?
RAYA: Yeah, thanks, Dee.
I gotta go.
(exhales): God, I have a bad feeling about this.
Do you think you can talk to her mom?
Sure, baby girl, anything to help.
Okay. Thank you.
While your mom handles this, I can drive you to school.
No, I'm not going to school today.
I'm coming with you to talk to Raya's mom.
Please, Mom?
JAMILA: Raya and I are very close.
She wouldn't just not come home.
Do you know who Raya was arguing with?
It wasn't anyone I've ever seen at school.
I don't know,
maybe someone from the kiki house she just joined?
ROGER: A kiki house is like
her chosen family.
My daughter Jamila
thought it'd be good for Raya to meet people
who understand what she's been going through.
Changing her name, pronouns,
learning about gender-affirming care, it's a lot.
So, when she asked to join a kiki house, I encouraged it.
Which one did she join?
The House of Dubois.
Oh, right. That's where she learned to dance.
ROGER: My grandchild dreams
of doing it professionally.
She was supposed to walk her first ball tonight.
She told me she was going
straight from the park to rehearsal.
Do you know if she ever showed up?
I've been calling the house mother Liberté Dubois,
but she's not answering.
Okay, well, I'll pay them a visit,
see if Raya made it there.
Thank you for helping us.
I'll do what I can. Us moms got to stick together.
Thanks.
I'll drop you off on the way.
Wait, no, Mom, I need to come with you.
Missing one class
is one thing, Dee, but... Mom, I'm begging you.
She's been my friend since middle school.
Plus, I'm the only one who can ID the girl
Raya was arguing with.
(sighs)
All right, this one time.
But if I say go, you go, no questions asked.
Okay. Thanks, Mom.
HARRY: Yeah, Fisk, I-I get it's a matter
of national security, okay, but looking for anomalies
in security-enhanced user space tools is like
looking for a parking spot in Midtown Manhattan.
Only, the parking spot would be a lot easier to find
if I didn't have to hide it from my wife.
Hey, babe.
Hey.
Um, how was, uh, group?
Uh, any more vets show up?
Uh, yeah, about eight people.
Listen, Rob and Dee are on the phone.
Apparently, one of Dee's friends is missing.
Oh, no. All right. Hey, guys, go ahead,
you're on speaker.
Her name's Raya Cayman.
16 years old, five-seven, brown hair.
I spoke to Dante, he's checking for incident reports
that could shed some light on her whereabouts.
Text me her phone number, I'll see if her GPS is active.
Sent.
No, it's been off since last night.
Is it possible Raya ran away?
ROBYN: Not likely.
She seems to have a great relationship
with her mother and her grandfather.
We're hearing to meet with her kiki house
to see if anyone there knows who she was arguing with.
All right, I'll see if she had any credit or debit card
she may have used recently so I can track her location.
Okay. Thank you, guys, really.
Of course, Dee. We'll let you know what we find.
♪ Like this, watch me go like ♪
♪ Yo, these haters don't like me... ♪
All right, now.
♪ Excites me ♪
♪ Wanna imitate, they bite me... ♪
What you got going on here?
♪ It's a joke, you're a joke, you're a meme ♪
♪ Wanna steal my style, what thief... ♪
Baby, this is a private space. Can I help you?
ROBYN: We're looking
for Raya Cayman, she goes to school with my daughter.
Her-her mother said she didn't come home last night.
Do you know where she might be?
I don't. Look,
we just want to know if she passed through here
at any point yesterday.
(whispers): Hey, Mom?
That's her.
That's the girl Raya was fighting with.
I'm gonna need to talk to one of your girls.
Again,
this is a private rehearsal,
and you can't just show up here asking questions.
Please, Ms. Dubois.
Look, Raya's my friend.
We are just trying to figure out what happened to her.
People like you show up here all the time
accusing my girls of lying, fighting and stealing.
But not today.
I will not allow my children to be scapegoated.
(phone ringing)
Dante, you find anything?
Got a call about a possible abduction
at a gas station in Queens, I'm here now.
And you think it was Raya?
I do. The janitor found her nameplate necklace
on the floor around midnight.
She might have dropped it to let someone know she was there.
The janitor found something else.
I'm still gathering evidence, but one thing's for sure.
Raya's definitely in trouble.
♪ ♪
Raya wrote that?
In blood.
Found at the same gas station
where they think she was abducted.
Lord have mercy.
Can we please
talk to the girl that she was arguing with yesterday?
(sighs)
ANGIE: I swear I didn't do nothing.
Raya and I had words,
but she's still my sister.
Well, what were you arguing about?
Sounds like it got pretty intense.
♪ ♪
You want to know what I think?
I think that Raya is pretty
and smart, funny,
nice friends...
What are you getting at?
That sometimes even I can find it hard not to be jealous.
Me? Jealous? Never.
I get how friendships work.
Do you, though? Angie?
We are not as different as you think.
I'm Black, trans, homeless and undocumented.
The definition of different.
And I belong nowhere, except here.
Ballroom saved my life.
But Raya...
She didn't need saving.
Exactly.
Well, she does now.
Fine.
Maybe I am jealous.
But I would never hurt her.
So what were you fighting about?
I was worried about her, okay?
Her ex-boyfriend is way too aggro.
Wait. Raya never mentioned anything about a boyfriend.
Because he made her keep it a secret.
I see that kind of crap all the time,
and it never ends well.
But Raya finally got smart and dropped that loser.
But he didn't like that.
No. I caught him creeping outside rehearsal.
I was scared he'd do something bad,
so I told Raya to stay away from him.
Okay, so we need to talk to her ex.
What's this ex-boyfriend's name?
Gabriel Medina.
I think he works at a bodega uptown.
Thank you.
DELILAH: So, what next?
You tell me.
Okay, well, Harry's trying to get the address
where Raya's ex works, so, do we call Dante?
Try to get a warrant for his arrest?
(chuckles) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We need to question him first.
We can't just throw a man in jail on a hunch.
So, we just wait for an address? Yes.
And while we're waiting,
I want to talk to you about something.
I saw the application
for the military high school in your room.
I can explain--
I know it sounds exciting,
but you are not changing high schools.
I knew you wouldn't love the idea,
but, come on, can we at least talk about it?
I have to make sure you're headed down the right path.
By controlling everything I do?
Not everything.
But there are some decisions
you're not ready to make on your own,
and this is definitely one of them.
I-I don't understand.
You've always encouraged me to find my own way...
and when I finally do, you shut it down,
without even an explanation?
I told you.
I joined the service because I had no choice.
You do.
Sure doesn't sound like it.
Hey. Where are you going?
To check on Raya's mom.
(phone rings) (sighs)
Hey, Harry,
what'd you find out about the ex-boyfriend?
Well, you were right to suspect him.
Gabriel Medina has been booked
for petty theft, assault.
In and out of juvie.
His last stay was for bashing
his algebra teacher's head in with a laptop.
Maybe that new math really is a problem.
As part of his probation,
he's got to take anger management courses.
Sounds like a guy who could've easily snapped
when his girl dumped him.
You got an address?
Yeah, he works at his parents' bodega
on 157th Street.
Sending you the pin right now.
All right. I'm on my way.
I'll meet you there.
♪ ♪
Here you go.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
Hey, Drake.
How are you here?
Someone close to me pulled a few strings
and got me in to see you.
(chuckles) You must know some pretty powerful people.
I was, uh, coming to see you at the prison,
then I learned that you'd been injured so...
so badly they had to bring you here.
Got in a fight.
Guy shanked me.
Can I ask you why?
It's prison.
New guy wanted to make a name for himself.
I spoke to your doctor in the hallway.
He says you won't get out of bed,
even though moving around
is really important to your recovery?
Maybe I don't want to recover.
What's going on?
You said you'd found your purpose.
You were excited about fighting for it.
I am fooling myself.
Architecture?
Who's gonna trust a felon to design their home?
We've talked about this.
You knew it wasn't gonna be easy.
But you're doing it. You're making great strides.
And they all amount to nothing.
Thank you for coming, but I...
I want to be alone.
No.
No? No.
I did not just call in a favor
and drive all the way out here to go back home.
Well, you can't just barge into some-- I...
most certainly can.
You listen to me.
When I hit rock bottom,
I told everyone I cared about to leave me alone, too.
Some of them listened.
But the ones that didn't changed my life forever.
So you go ahead and tell that guard
to drag me out of here.
Or...
you can do as the doctor says,
and get out of that bed...
and walk.
♪ ♪
Gabriel Medina?
Can we have a word real quick?
Mel.
(dog barking)
♪ ♪
Hey!
(groans)
Get up! Get up. Ow!
I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to miss it.
My dad needed help in the shop!
Miss what?
Anger management.
You're from probation, right?
No. We're trying to find Raya Cayman.
Why are you looking for Raya?
We're asking the questions here.
Where can we find her?
I don't know. Try her mom.
Get back there.
Her mom hasn't heard from her
since yesterday before rehearsal.
How about you?
I mean, I-I spoke to her after that.
You recognize this?
Yeah, I gave that to her.
The police found it
in a gas station bathroom in Queens.
ROBYN: Along with this.
Raya wrote that?
My God, is she okay? MEL: You tell us.
We heard you were creeping around her rehearsal
like a stalker. Hold on.
You think I did something to Raya?
Did you?
No! She's my best friend.
She's the only person on earth
who doesn't stress me out all the time.
I love her. MEL: You love her so much
you made her keep your relationship a secret.
My parents are from a different generation.
One that doesn't understand gender fluidity.
They've sacrificed so much for me,
and all I do is get in trouble.
If they found out about Raya, they would disown me.
None of that changes the fact
that you were pissed when she broke up with you.
We were working things out.
We were supposed to meet last night to talk,
but my dad made me stay late to close up the store.
By the time I got there, she was gone.
Meet where?
At a pizzeria in Bed-Stuy.
Rico's. We were supposed to meet at 10:00.
HARRY: I sent you the feed from around 10:00 p.m.
There she is. Yep, right on time.
Wait, who's that?
Can you make out the van's plate?
No, no, not from this camera angle.
Let me try another one.
Looks like they held her at gunpoint.
Stop.
Zoom in.
It's another girl.
And she doesn't look like a willing passenger.
If Raya's not the only one they abducted--
We could be dealing with traffickers.
The van Raya got into is registered
to a shell corp overseas.
Now, I can have M.E.L. track its finances
to see who it belongs to, but that could take a while.
ROBYN: We don't have a while.
If these are traffickers, it's a matter of time
before these kids disappear for good.
Any luck ID'ing the mystery girl?
All I could pull was a partial image.
It's not enough for facial rec.
I checked missing persons reports from the last few days,
and there's no one with a resemblance.
Which means no one even reported
this girl missing. HARRY: It's not surprising.
Traffickers target kids
who they think no one is gonna look for.
Well, they messed up when they grabbed these two.
Harry, keep going with those shell corps.
I'll ask Dante to look for traffickers
known to be operating in the area. (phone rings)
Dee, everything all right?
Hey, Mom, I'm at Ms. Cayman's apartment.
Can you come?
I'm really worried about her.
All of a sudden, Ms. Cayman started pacing,
then she smashed a glass against the wall.
Okay, if you feel unsafe, leave.
I'm on my way.
Hey.
Where is Ms. Cayman now? She's in her bedroom.
She said she had to go get something.
Stay here.
Jamila, what's going on?
Jamila, give me that gun.
Someone knows where she is.
I'm gonna find them. I'm gonna make them talk.
Okay.
But I can't have you waving around that gun
with my child in the next room.
Now please...
♪ ♪
Hey, Ms. Cayman?
Ms. Cayman, where are you going?
To get my daughter.
I can't sit here doing nothing any longer.
DELILAH: No. You need to stay here for Raya.
She will need you when she gets home.
And she is coming home.
We don't know that.
ROBYN: Look.
I know what it's like to not have control
of anything that's going on around you.
You want to burn the world down to find your child.
But there's nothing that you can do on those streets.
You both don't get it.
I gave Raya all this freedom.
Let her hang out with whoever she wanted.
Go wherever she needed, and now she's been kidnapped!
This is all my fault.
DELILAH: No. Ms. Cayman,
look at me.
Look, you supported Raya.
You accepted her unconditionally.
Not every parent does that.
Delilah's right.
You're an amazing mom.
And it's obvious how much you love your daughter
and would do anything to protect her.
Hey.
And more importantly,
you allowed Raya to forge her own path.
She wouldn't be who she is without you.
Jamila, the best thing you can do right now
is sit tight.
My detective friend is out there
looking for Raya right now, and we will find her.
Can you both stay a bit longer?
I don't want to be alone right now.
As long as you need.
That's it, you're doing great.
(groans)
All that matters is the next step.
Oh, it's too hard.
Life is hard. What can I tell you?
But you already know that.
(groaning) You haven't quit before,
you're not going to now.
(pained groan) Oh, God.
Okay, okay.
(exhales sharply)
Drake, what's happened?
The warden is changing my work assignment.
He's transferring me out of the library
and into the laundry, which means I'm not gonna
have access to any books.
That's fine. Let 'em transfer you.
I'll just send you more books
directly from the publisher.
(sighs)
Is something else bothering you?
I'm-- I'm just afraid.
I'm gonna read all these books,
I'm gonna go in there to take the ARE,
and I'm just gonna freeze.
I build things.
I haven't taken a test since I've been in high school.
No, no, no, don't do that.
When things get difficult,
it's really easy to start questioning ourselves.
Did I choose the right career?
Do I have the strength to see it through?
Do I have what it takes? (sighs)
Well, you know what you're asking yourself?
Do the people around you even need you anymore?
Making poor choices and shaping their lives.
(scoffs) Dangerous choices, even.
We talking about me now, or you?
(chuckles)
I'm sorry, I just...
have a lot on my mind. (sighs)
Mm.
You know, I've been helping my niece
raise her daughter, right?
She just got arrested because of me.
Don't worry, she's not gonna turn out like me.
Hey, I met her.
She'll be fine.
And I believe that that is partly, at least,
because of you.
(indistinct chatter)
Detective Dante.
Captain Watkins. Can I help you?
Can you?
Not sure you have the bandwidth
since you seem to be helping everyone else.
Queens precinct called
to thank me for your assistance
on the missing persons case.
I don't remember assigning that.
I thought it might be connected to a homicide I was working.
I'd like to see that case file.
Maybe an extra set of eyes can help you
crack it wide open. Yes, ma'am.
Detective Dante, I'm glad I caught you.
Do we know each other?
Addie Stanford. From Parole downstairs.
Sorry. Thought I knew everyone down there.
I just transferred in.
Anyway, the request for your travel pass
came in last minute.
And why do I need a travel pass?
Your father, Ben Dante, registered you
to accompany him to a funeral this weekend.
It's across state lines, so he needs an official escort.
You didn't know?
Right. That funeral. Thanks, Addie.
(phone ringing)
DANTE: Hey, Harry.
Finally pierced the shell corp connected to
the kidnapper's van.
What'd you find?
It has dozens of subsidiaries, mostly overseas.
One of them is a registered owner
of a warehouse in Queens.
Let me guess.
It's near the gas station where Raya's message was found.
HARRY: Bingo.
I'll meet you there.
NYPD!
Split up and find the girls. I'll check out the van.
(grunting)
(cries out)
You okay?
I am now. Find the girls? MEL: Negative.
Searched every inch of this place, they're not here.
So where the hell are they?
MEL: Where are they? Someone came and picked them up.
To take them where?
Hey, man, we just pick up the kids
and bring them here.
After that, we don't know.
Hey, check this out. I found these.
That's Raya.
Yeah. I think that's our mystery girl.
That's a school portrait.
How would traffickers
get their hands on that?
I can think of a few ways.
Either someone at the school is working with them...
Or someone else who had access to those photos.
Someone close. Like family.
HARRY: Here, look at the school uniform.
That's Cranston, on the Upper West Side.
DANTE: I'll contact them now.
Hopefully they can help ID her.
Yes, that's Stella, but Stella wasn't kidnapped.
Our child is out of town visiting family.
Any idea how her school photo wound up in a van
belonging to some very dangerous people?
No idea.
But we'll look into it.
You're sure she's fine?
Out of town, with family?
Yes.
I'm sorry we can't help you.
Can you at least call her to make sure?
Our girls were last seen together,
and it seemed like they could be in trouble.
Thank you for your concern, but that won't be necessary.
And if you don't mind, we have an appointment.
That's a beautiful picture.
When was it taken?
Uh, about a year ago.
And it's still up?
I'm surprised Stella's okay with that.
JAMILA: Raya wouldn't be.
Your daughter never talked about old photos
or how they make her feel?
We don't have a daughter.
We have a son. His name is Steven.
Stella's not with family, is she?
Where's your child, Mr. and Mrs. Binton?
Gayle, please, if you know anything,
you have to tell us.
These are our children we're talking about.
I know. And as parents, it is our job
to guide them.
Steven is sick.
Look it up. Gender dysphoria
It's a body image condition, just like anorexia.
My child is not sick. Sick is a society
that won't let people live.
I need to know where my daughter is now.
Morris, think about how your child
must feel right now.
Alone, abandoned, terrified.
Is that what you want for her?
Morris, don't.
Stella is here. (exhales)
Is this a conversion camp?
It is a counseling service.
What kind of counseling service abducts children?
MORRIS: They didn't abduct her.
They require written permission,
and we gave it to them.
Who in your family would
sign Raya over to a conversion camp?
My God, Dad!
A conversion camp?
This world is dangerous, Jamila.
If you weren't protecting my grandson, I had to.
You don't have a grandson, Dad,
you have a granddaughter,
who you just handed over to lunatics.
I interviewed the camp thoroughly.
They're good, caring people.
How'd you find this place?
There's no contact info on that pamphlet.
A friend at church.
He knew someone who went through it.
How did you reach them?
I had an email address.
After watching the online video,
I paid the tuition...
and arranged a pickup.
I can't believe you did this.
They assured me that you'd be thankful
when you got Randy back.
Raya! Her name is Raya.
And do you know what goes on in these camps?
They starve them, beat them.
Please, we need to find this camp.
They keep that a secret.
You put my baby in the hands of strangers
with no clue about where they took her?!
Sorry for upsetting you.
Get out.
Jamila...
I mean it.
Now!
Here at Camp Fresh Awakening,
every child matters.
Using love and the latest therapeutic methods,
we have redirected hundreds of souls
who have somehow lost their way.
If this has happened to your child,
we can get them back on track.
Not one mention of conversion therapy.
Harry, we gotta figure out where this camp is.
From the looks of the video, this place could be anywhere.
HARRY: Doesn't mean we can't find it.
M.E.L., take stills from this video.
Use the background topography to get its geolocation.
What do we know about Cunningham?
Well, we've been looking into that. Um...
So, Child Services shipped off ten-year-old Duncan
to a Delaware psych institute
after they discovered burns all over his body.
Even though he spent years there, the records are sealed.
After which he was let loose unto the world.
He became a "small-business" owner.
He ran a camp in Alabama that was shut down
after abuse allegations started surfacing.
Campers complained that he was using
extreme aversion therapy.
Drugs, electroshock therapy, hot metal coils.
A bunch of the kids went into cardiac arrest.
It gets worse. A few of the campers
committed suicide after their stay.
HARRY: Looks like he got hit with a couple lawsuits.
And then he moved on, to Mississippi,
South Dakota, Iowa. I mean, wash, rinse, repeat.
Why hasn't this guy served any jail time?
Because conversion therapy is still legal in those states.
But it's not in New York.
Harry, where the hell is this guy?
M.E.L.: Harry, I've pinpointed a location.
Staten Island.
Let's go.
Good job, today.
(distorted): Sleep tight.
We'll continue this in the morning.
♪ ♪
Stella?
Are you okay?
(distorted chatter) (sniffles)
Have a seat.
Time for therapy.
(breathing heavily)
Howdy. Camp Fresh Awakening?
You guys are hard to find.
GPS, uh, sent us to Amazon Fresh.
(both laugh)
Can I help you?
We've got a package for you.
We're not expecting a delivery.
Oh, well, it says it was ordered by a Duncan Cunningham.
It's marked "urgent."
I mean, it took us four hours
to get here, but I mean, if you think he doesn't want it...
Okay. Leave it with me.
Uh, well, it's in the back. The door's unlocked.
Knock yourself out.
(grunting)
GUARD: We have two runners, sir!
Something's happening.
CUNNINGHAM: I want a full sweep of the grounds.
No one leaves. Understood?
Gather the children. Yes, sir.
So much for a stealth in and out.
Same plan, just faster.
CUNNINGHAM: Go down by the lake. GUARD: Yes, sir.
(distant shouting)
(grunting)
MEL: Oh, my God.
(all gasping)
Don't worry, no. We're here to help you.
I don't see Raya or Stella.
Does anyone know where Raya or Stella are?
They made a run for it.
Go, go, go.
♪ ♪
RAYA: Come on, Stella.
We got to keep going.
♪ ♪
CUNNINGHAM: What do you mean you can't find them?
How far can they get?
GUARD: They can't be far!
(distant shouting)
Come on, Stella, we got to keep moving.
(shouting continues) I'm sorry, I can't.
Just go on without me.
That's never gonna happen. GUARD: I heard something!
GUARD: There's something over there!
(wings fluttering) (distant shouting)
(panting)
You're becoming a real headache.
(crackling) (screaming)
(grunting)
You're pathetic.
You guys all right? Yeah.
You guys are okay. It's okay. Okay.
MEL: I've got Raya and Stella. Moving them to safety now.
Copy you.
So I'm gonna need you and big boy here
to take all these records
and box them up and put them in my car.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the end. (door opens)
Of you.
And this whole nightmare.
You think you can just walk in here with no repercussions?
There will be repercussions.
Just not for me.
I'm about to repercussion this whole place.
(grunting)
(shouts)
(grunts)
Now...
about those records. (crackling)
Screw you. (grunts)
I was hoping you'd say that.
(siren wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
Watch your head.
Thanks to you, Cunningham won't be starting up
another one of those house of horrors for a while.
ROBYN: 16 countries ban
conversion therapy, but in America,
26 states still consider it legal.
Just got to keep fighting then.
You know I will.
Not a doubt in my mind.
Baby?
Raya! Mom?
Oh, my God! Mom!
Are you okay? Are you okay?
("Believe" by Blessing Offor playing)
♪ ♪
♪ So you catch me when I fall, right? ♪
♪ And you hear me when I call cryin' ♪
♪ And you fix me when I'm broke, right? ♪
♪ And that's all I need to know ♪
♪ So the storm is gonna break, right? ♪
♪ And the sun is gonna start shinin' ♪
♪ And everything is gonna go right ♪
♪ And that's all I need to know ♪
♪ Do I love you? Do I love you? ♪
♪ Do I love you or what you can do for me? ♪
♪ Sometimes I don't know ♪
♪ But all I wanna do is ♪
♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe in your love ♪
♪ Yes, I do ♪
♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe in your love ♪ ♪ All I wanna do ♪
♪ All I wanna do is believe ♪
♪ Believe, believe ♪ Yes, I do ♪
♪ Believe, believe in your love ♪ ♪ Let me believe ♪
♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe in your love ♪
♪ Believe in your love ♪
♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe in your love ♪ ♪ Oh, let me believe ♪
♪ Yes, I believe ♪
♪ Believe, believe, believe, believe in your love ♪ ♪ I believe, I believe ♪
♪ I believe ♪
♪ In your love, in your love ♪ Believe, believe, believe ♪
♪ Believe in your love ♪ In your love. ♪
Raya was right about her house mother.
She took Stella in, no questions asked.
Good.
And Raya, how's she doing?
You know what, she killed it
at her first ball tonight. All right, hey now.
Yeah. Okay.
In spite of the ordeal that she's been through.
A strong one, that girl.
She really is.
That's what happens when people believe in you, Auntie.
(chuckles softly)
I love you.
I love you, too.
(keys jingling)
I didn't want to interrupt your love fest.
I didn't hear you come in. (laughs)
How'd it go with Drake?
It went well. Yeah.
Auntie stayed way later than she expected.
What'd you two talk about?
This and that.
Changes life puts you through.
It was good.
But...
it wore me out, so...
ladies, I will see you in the morning.
Good night, Auntie.
We need to talk.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
I should not have walked off today
or spoken to you like that.
You're right, you shouldn't have.
But you're also right.
I owe you an explanation.
No, it's okay. I fully get
why you see the military differently than I do.
Dee, you can't possibly get it.
Because you haven't lived it yet.
The people who serve
in our armed forces are heroes.
But it comes at a cost.
Every time you lose someone,
the world gets a little darker and it gets harder
to see the good in it.
Did that happen to you?
16 times.
The hardest was Bishop.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
Baby girl, you got a light in you
that is so beautiful.
I know you want to serve your country,
but you are already doing it.
I am?
(laughs)
Yes, you are, every time you...
organize a protest, uh,
every time you speak out
against injustice.
But you can't do that in the service.
Because you have to follow orders.
(exhales softly)
To the letter.
And I don't want to see that light go out for you.
But that being said...
...this is your decision.
So whatever you choose, I support you 100%.
Really?
Hell yeah.
I got your back no matter what.
(chuckles)
Thanks, Mom. Yeah, yeah.
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