Denzel has never been so scary (The Equalizer Best Acting)

- You kill 'em? Do I look like a guy who kills people? I'm warming to the possibility.

Touchet. Like it or not, you're a person of interest. I'm an interesting person.

What else can you tell me? Nothing. And believe me, I wish I could.

Not even a little curious? - About? - How I found you?

Oh, that's easy. You, uh. .

. took the same ferry crossing. You noticed the security cameras on the terminal building.

You rewound two weeks, saw the license plates for the VW, GPS gave you the location. How am I doing so far? Next, you'll, uh, do a deep search on the name.

- Already in the works. - Oh. Good, good.

That should raise your antenna. Why is that? I.

. . don't.

. . want.

. . to.

. . spoil it.

. . for.

. . you.

Stick around. I'm just gettin' started. Me too.

McCall. Ha! Very good.

Two C's, two L's. My brother. He say you can find whatever you wish in Turkey.

Yeah? Uh-huh. How about a man who kidnapped his own daughter and took her away from her American mother?

An abusive man. So not a real man. No love for the child.

Just a need to punish his ex-wife, to take the one thing away from her that meant everything to her, with no intention of returning the child. Do you think that? Excuse me.

Do you think I could find that man in Turkey? Or maybe on his way to Turkey? I, uh would not be looking for such a man.

It would be dangerous. For you. Men like him would think that.

And, God as my witness, I would give him a chance. To stop. To reconsider.

To think about the worst thing that could ever happen to him. To imagine that. There are two kinds of pain in this world.

Pain that hurts. Pain that alters. Testing one, two, three, four.

Pushkin. I need to know everything: who, what, when, where, why. Before you tell me you're not gonna talk.

. . .

You can go fuck yourself, you know that? You're gonna give me what I need. -Or not.

-You're such a fuck. Why don't you get out of here and go fuck yourself, you motherfucker? You know who you're dealing with, huh?

I am a cop, you moron! I swear to God, I'll fuck-- Okay. Open it.

Open the fucking wind-- -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! Motherfucker!

Wait. Wait! Wait!

Hey, Andri. Listen, this location's been compromised. Get all your shit out of here.

You gotta truck it all out. The fuck I'm going to do that. And who's this fucking piece of shit?

Pushkin made the call. I'm just the new guy. -Pushkin.

-Pushkin. I-- Pushkin's money. What the fuck you give a fuck, Andri, huh?

Is that a Heckler Koch? -This? -Yeah.

-What is he saying? -I don't fucking. .

. . -Can I see it?

-Oh, you want to see my gun? Yes and no. -No.

-Oh, fuck! All right, all right, all right! You're so fucking nuts!

Fuck! 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. You like being in other people's business. Trying very hard not to be, but you make it very challenging for me.

You should stay out of things that are not your concern. It's bad for you. Lord knows I'm allergic to bad things.

You know. . .

I believe that everything in life. . .

is about timing. Now, unfortunately for you. .

. yours isn't very good. Three weeks ago we wouldn't be having this conversation, but I'm here now.

I'm really beginning to like this place. . .

and the people. I'm starting to believe, from the bottom of my heart, that this is where I'm supposed to be. So, whatever it is that you and your friends do, please do it somewhere else.

- You warning me? - I'm preparing you. Did you get what he said?

He's getting ready. He's fun! Is that a Timex?

No. It's a Bulgar-- Right there. Right there.

Sit down. Sit! That's the median nerve that I'm compressing.

On a scale from one to ten, that's a two. That's a three. You don't want me to go to four.

I go to four, you'll shit on yourself. You don't want that. I don't want that.

They don't want that. Tell your compadres that they can leave. Tell them to beat it.

Go away! Go away, now! It's called "pain compliance.

" Your brain is telling you to do one thing, but your body's telling you something else. Now, listen to me. Take the gun out of your waist.

Put it on the table. Slowly. Yo, man, elevator's closed.

Listen up, little nigga. You ready to put in work? 'Cause everybody in my camp put in work.

One down little nigga. Ain't no snitchin'. Ain't no bullshittin'.

Clock in, nigga. Yo, what's up with that bitch hit? Yeah, baby, fucking hit that shit.

You got it, little man. Pass that bump. Let me get that, man.

Hey, you all right, little nigga? Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Good? You sure? It's all that.

A'ight. Listen, man. You know you gotta spin the bend tonight, right?

You know you gotta spin the bend. Yeah. Didn't them niggas kill your brother?

You gotta empty the whole thing on 'em. Yeah. Right.

You gotta go take care of that tonight. Run down on them niggas. Make sure you kill one of them ill niggas tonight.

Make sure you empty that whole thing. Yo, listen. Your mother already buried your brother.

Don't have her bury two sons. You hear me? Yeah.

Don't come back without it empty. That's a fact, B. Shit.

Let's go, Miles. Holy shit. Sit down.

Sit down. Sit down. Sit down.

Who the fuck is this nigga? McCALL: I'm your father. Your mommy just didn't tell you.

Let's go, Miles. Let's go, Miles. Let's go, Miles.

Do you know this nigga? Yo, where you going, B? Yeah?

Shit. Bam. Yo, who the fuck was that, yo?

Yo, what the fuck happened, yo? What the fuck is going on, yo? The fuck happened to you?

Come on. Yo, get the fuck off of me, man. Huh?

Do you know where the fuck we at? I know. Do you?

I know where we are. This what you want? Is it what you want?

I thought you wanted to draw. Isn't that what you said? Drw?

Yeah. Paint? Yeah.

What the fuck is that gonna get me? That shit about to put food on my fucking ma's table? Huh?

That shit gonna pay the fucking bills? You need to be a gangster. You need to be a killer.

Little Yummy, huh? You need them. Okay, if that's what you want.

If that's what makes you feel like a man, then be a real man. Let's get jumped in right now. Here.

Start with me. No. No, start with me.

Here. Start with me. No.

No, take it. No, no. Come on, killer.

Come on, killer. Come on, killer. Put it right there.

No. You know how to hold it? You know what you're doing?

Come on, killer. There you go. There you go.

There you go. Five pounds of pressure that's all it takes. Come on, gangster.

Five pounds of pressure that's all it takes. Five pounds of pressure. Fuck.

That's all it takes. All right. Come on, give it to me.

You don't want it. Give it to me. Come on, give it to me.

I ain't gonna do nothing to it. See? You know what they are up there?

They're liars, and so am I. Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. See?

See what happens when you deal with a liar? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Huh?

You see what happens when you deal with a liar? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I lied to your little punk ass. A'ight. Now I'm a kill you.

What do you see when you look at me? Tell me. You better give me a right answer.

I don't know. I don't know. What you see when you look at me, killer?

I don't know! What you see, Yummy? I don't know.

You don't know? I don't know. I don't know.

All right? "Man" ain't spelled G U N, son. You got a choice.

You got talent. You got a chance, and I don't want to hear about your environment and what your mama didn't give you and the white man won't give you no shot. You got a chance.

Use it while you still alive. You don't know what death is. You have no idea what death is.

Make a decision. All right. Hey, yo, Mr McCall.

Why me? Why not you? But but why me?

Let's find out together. 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? 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. -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? Gentlemen. Mac.

You look pretty good for a dead guy. We all want you to know none of this is, uh, personal. McCALL: What you do, what you become is not my concern.

The world is full of so called men like you. And in a perfect world, everything we do comes with a price, but this ain't a perfect world. People do bad things.

If you're lucky, you get a chance to set it right. But most of the time, it goes unpunished. This ain't one of them times.

The mistake you made was you killed my friend, so I'm going to kill each and every one of you, and the only disappointment in it for me is that I only get to do it once. Train's gotta go. Alice has music practice at 7:45.

Hey, Ari, fellas. Hey, Carol. Robert, hope to see you again.

Nice to meet you, too. Uh Dave said you could give me a lift to the, uh, station? Bye, Daddy.

Bye, Dad. Help and company? Let's go.

See? Help and company. You take the little one.

McCALL: Okay. Come on. McCALL: See you at work.

Who are you? You have less than six minutes before the pills stop your heart. Who are you?

♪ So I know ♪ ♪ It was the blood ♪ ♪ For me ♪ ♪ One day when I was lost ♪ Marco! Marco! Who are you?