Shades of Blue (2016–2018): Season 3, Episode 2 - The Hollow Crown - full transcript
Harlee is on a mission to find a higher level of corruption within in the NYPD. Wozniak tries to protect his crew from escalating threats.
- Previously
on "Shades of Blue"...
- You're not gonna shoot me.
- I shot an innocent man
because I can't stop
seeing Stahl.
- Five victims.
They're all dead.
- Parker?
- You knew him?
- He's my partner.
NYPD Intelligence Unit.
- I think you knew
your partner was in danger.
Do you know
who would want to kill him?
- Parker was meeting
a dock worker named Orlando,
only Orlando
was too scared to show.
- What was Orlando
so afraid of?
- Hello, Matt.
I need a little favor.
Happy to repay it.
- Ramsey has Quince.
- How did Intel know
where to find Quince?
- 'Cause they have reach,
Harlee.
- And you want to deliver
Orlando to them?
- No, I want you to.
- They killed one
of their own men.
I'm not gonna deliver
a man to his death.
- You have to do it.
I'm not starting a war
with the secret police.
I want things back
to the way they were.
- And I don't.
I'll stand alone.
- Seriously, I like it.
It's nice to see you happy
for a change.
- No!
No, no!
Ah, no...
*
- * Oh, no
*
* Ah
- Come on.
- * Ah
- Come on.
*
- * Ah
*
- Harlee.
I know there isn't anything
that I could say
that'll--
- So don't try.
*
- I'm gonna find
whoever did this.
*
- We already know
who did this.
Me.
Okay? I killed him.
- Harlee, no--
- Don't!
- * What a day
- Just let me feel it!
I want to remember
exactly how this feels.
- Trust me, you don't forget.
- Harlee, you don't
got to be strong.
We got that part covered.
- I should've been there.
- Then it'd be you
under the sheet.
- I mean--I mean,
I could've stopped it.
- Harlee, this wasn't
your fault.
- Harlee, you can't
take this on!
- Intelligence already did.
- Look at me.
Look at me.
I'm gonna handle this.
Whatever it takes,
I'm gonna make this right.
*
- Nothing will ever
make this right.
*
Anything on the first sweep?
- Nothing that stands out.
We're still processing
the vehicle for prints.
- Hey, unless you want to be
cleaning carpet stains
for the rest of your career,
the results come to me first.
You got it?
- Yeah.
- Me.
- * Oh
- What would you do, Woz?
*
Would you stand down?
*
- * One lie
- They took him from me.
- And I can't let them
take you too.
Go home.
Cristina's gonna be worried.
- I could take care of her.
- No.
I need to tell her.
*
And then I need to call
Gail Baker.
- What? Why do you want
to involve FBI?
- Because I saw Stahl.
- Harlee...
*
We're not gonna let you
stand alone.
- Yeah, I'll drive you.
- No, I think I want to walk.
*
*
- It's about time.
Shouldn't it be the teenager
stumbling in so late
that it's early?
*
- Cristina.
- It's okay.
I'm cool with
playing responsible
for the day.
Maybe tomorrow,
we can return to
regularly scheduled
programming?
*
It's my way of asking
if I can go out
with Michaela tonight,
but at least I'm asking
with juice.
*
Mom, what is it?
*
- Baby, something terrible's
happened.
- What is it?
*
Nava's dead.
He's gone.
*
- Looks like the party
waited for us.
- I told them to.
This guy's ours.
- So he traveled
all the way from here
to Nava's place
just to mug somebody?
That feel right to you?
- His fingerprints
were at the scene.
That's the only story
I need.
NYPD! Show me your hands!
- I get surprised,
you get shot!
- Cesar, you here?
- Clear.
- Clear.
*
- Surprise.
- Get me an ambulance
out here.
- Forget the pretense.
Call the coroner.
- This is Nava's killer?
I don't get it.
- Hey, Lieutenant Wozniak
in here?
- Five years for assault,
the first thing this guy does
when he gets out
is kill the ADA that put him
away, then hangs himself?
- Bad morning all around.
This guy killed Nava?
- His prints were all over
Nava's car.
Didn't exactly place himself
on the Mount Rushmore of crime.
- Check this out.
Looks like defensive wounds.
And that bruising right there?
Definitely didn't come
from that belt.
- Well, maybe he struggled
when he was hanging there.
- Guess suicide
wasn't his forte either.
- If it was suicide at all.
- "Yes, Lieutenant.
"I'll go round up the neighbors
"and take some statements,
'cause I'm a cop,
"and that's what I do
for a living.
That's how I get paid."
Come on!
This isn't gonna be
a popular call,
but we're not gonna ask
any questions.
- Boss.
This isn't some random case.
If someone killed this guy--
- For now,
they get away with it.
As far as anybody
on the outside is concerned,
Stretch was a troubled
ex-con
who couldn't deal.
- That's not gonna be
good enough for Harlee.
- Harlee's not gonna know.
If she thinks there's a thread
that leads to Intelligence,
she's gonna go
right after Ramsey.
- She won't be going alone.
- She can go
with God's own thunder.
It's not gonna matter.
- The Intelligence Unit
is untouchable. I get it.
Cloaked in blue,
beyond the chain of command.
But do we have to help them
cover up a murder?
- To keep Harlee safe,
yes.
- Detective Santos,
Director Baker
is clearing time for you.
If you'll just have a seat--
- Granting oversight
is not a license to mismanage,
even for y--
- I saw him.
- You know the FBI doesn't have
an open-door policy, right?
- Apparently,
you don't have a policy
on catching rogue agents
either.
- You saw Stahl.
- On the J train to Manhattan.
He's in New York.
- Look, Harlee.
If we had anything new
on Stahl,
anything to put him
in the area,
you would be the first
to hear about it.
- I know what I saw.
He's back.
- At this point, I doubt
he could afford a bus ticket.
- That's not gonna stop him.
- There's been no indication
that Robert Stahl
has come back to New York.
No contact with any
known associates,
no attempt to see his son.
- He's not gonna telegraph
his intentions.
- Even an obsessive
can move on
when his primary fantasy
has been broken.
I believe his
was shattered beyond repair.
- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Special Agent Katie Myers,
Phoenix office.
- Agent Myers has been
tracking Stahl
for four months in Arizona.
- Stahl's clever,
but so are we.
Even former FBI agents
run out of resources.
We burned three different
aliases.
Two in Phoenix,
one outside of Yuma.
Last contact
was on State Route 19,
just north
of the Mexican border.
- And that's where you think
he is, Mexico?
- As far as we know, yes.
- I saw him last night!
I'm not crazy!
- I know what it's like
to be a victim, Detective.
How it plays with your mind.
It's not fair for anyone
to have that power.
Believe me,
I want to find Robert Stahl
just as much as you do.
- Then you have a lot to prove.
*
- Ugh, is this guy
gonna show or what?
What do you think?
Five more minutes?
Yo, Tufo.
- What?
- I know it's a rough day,
but I need you to be focused.
- Just doesn't feel like
the time
to be running protection,
especially with Woz
back to work.
You talk to Harlee?
- I stopped by her house.
She wasn't home.
She knows we have her back.
Oh, damn.
This just got more fun.
- Not for him.
- NYPD! Hands on your head!
- Oh, no,
you guys got me.
- Shut up.
- Yo, what the--
- Ooh.
- Ladies.
*
Man, I should get a discount
for this kind of abuse,
you know?
- Well, we had an audience.
We had to sell it.
- Ah-ah-ah.
Keep it shut.
I do not want to know
what you're transporting.
- All right.
You know, I never thought
that I'd feel so safe,
riding with cops.
Hey, listen, uh...
I got some friends, right?
And I know that they would pay
top dollar
to ride with New York's finest.
- Oh, you got some friends?
Who?
- Uh, it's this fence, right?
And I mean, he moves,
like, a lot of cash.
- Sorry.
Referrals not accepted.
- Right.
We only work with scum we know.
- I'm just trying to contribute
to y'all's retirement fund.
- Oh, yeah?
Because if we hear any talk
on the streets
about this arrangement,
your next ride is free.
And one-way.
*
- You think he was strangled?
- Windpipe looked crushed.
A belt doesn't do that.
- And Harlee
doesn't know anything?
- For her own good. Why?
- She sure looks like
someone who knows something.
I'm just gonna...
- Why wasn't I told?
Espada, why wasn't I
brought into the scene?
- There wasn't much
to be done there.
- Really?
- Look, I swear to God,
it wasn't my call.
- Which part?
The part where you
skipped me on the forensics
or where you ID'd the killer,
found the body,
processed the scene,
and neglected to tell me
any of it?
- Woz thought the case
was too close to home.
He's not wrong.
- You don't get to make
that call.
And neither does Woz.
- Harlee.
Cesar Molina.
His prints were all over
Nava's car.
Nava put him away
five years ago for assault.
He was released
two weeks ago.
- Revenge killing?
- We think so, yeah.
- Then why off himself
right after?
- Maybe he don't want
to go back in.
- Just happened to put
his prints all over the car?
I didn't say he was smart.
*
- No sign of foul play?
- No, nothing.
*
- This is why you lose
at poker.
- Harlee, you want to see him?
I'll take you to the morgue.
They're gonna give you
the same answers.
- You're not giving me answers!
Loman, let's go.
- Uh, go where?
- Like you didn't hear
everything?
You got more tells
than Espada.
- You made a mistake
last night.
- If I made it,
it wasn't a mistake.
- I would have delivered
your witness myself.
We were playing so nice,
till your girl drove off
with my end of the deal.
I only play nice once.
- A good man got killed.
- Then I sincerely hope
she learns from the experience.
Cause and effect.
- I got the guy that did it.
He was hanging
at his house,
an apparent suicide.
Unless you look closer.
- And if you decide not to?
- Then I'd expect a guarantee
of Harlee's safety.
- She could've guaranteed that
herself.
- One thing
I learned overseas--
it's the loose ends
that can come back to bite you.
You're moving so fast,
you can't catch all of yours.
- I'd make sure
I could control my own crew
before I made promises,
Lieutenant.
- I still want Quince.
- I'm afraid that deal
has expired.
- Oh, your witness is dead.
It costs you nothing.
Quince had me shot.
Consider it a gesture
of good faith.
- You want to know
what I learned overseas?
You make your own advantage.
If I have food, I make sure
everyone's starving.
If I have the high ground,
I wait.
And if I have one bullet left
and the enemy is closing in--
- I control my fate.
- Your dealer stays
where he is.
But I'm impressed
that you found me.
*
- Cesar Molina's
being prepped for autopsy.
I'm afraid we can't show you
the body.
- Well, I need the report
as soon as you get it.
- I'll have it sent
to the precinct.
- Just call me directly.
- Will do.
- Wait.
I need to see another case.
*
*
*
- What does he keep
in his safe?
- Case files, as far as I know.
He must have been rushed,
or he would have said more.
- Explains why the phone
was smashed.
He was probably trying
to use it when they attacked.
*
- Try again.
The text said 1-2-4--
- I know the numbers.
*
- Harlee...
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
- I'm fine.
- It's okay.
We'll figure it out.
- The safe was
a shot in the dark.
Those numbers
could mean anything.
Can you just
give me a minute?
I'll meet you down in the car.
- Sure.
*
- You know what I was
thinking?
This would be a great day
to be a criminal.
All the supervision
in one place.
- Thinking of running
a stop sign?
- Or robbing a bank.
Moving somewhere sandy,
just you, me,
the ukulele I'd learn to play.
All the time in the world.
- * Oh, will you never
let me be *
* Oh, will you never
set me free *
* The ties that bound us
are still around us *
* Are still around us,
are still around us *
* Are still ar...
- Your friend didn't tell me
it would be two stops.
- Pssh. What do you care?
We're paying you
twice your rate.
- Keep with the attitude,
you'll be walking
to your next stop.
- Aw. There goes
your five-star rating.
Keep it running.
Oh, man.
Ugh!
*
- Easy.
We just want
the other bag of cash.
- I'm not a big sharer.
- How long has this
been going on?
- Since the demotion.
I needed cash, Woz.
New York is still New York.
- You should've come to me.
- What, after you got shot?
I-I didn't think you needed
another "woe is me" speech
from me.
- And what the hell
were you doing?
- I recused myself.
- Ah, noble.
What were you carrying?
- I don't even know.
Uh, they must have been
fencing something high-dollar,
'cause the runner
had a lot of cash.
- This is why
we don't provide cover
or hold product for anyone.
- It wasn't drugs.
We said no to drugs.
- The streets don't care.
You had their cash
and you lost it.
Now we're all on the hook
for it.
- Yeah, but to who?
- I don't know.
- Well, I bet you
they know who you are.
- I might have a way
to find out.
*
- Then find out.
It's time we got
back on offense.
*
*
- Hard to believe.
I was the first one
to even turn this thing on.
- There's a protocol
with evidence.
I-I'm guessing
you skipped a few steps.
- Yeah, I had to.
You gave up looking!
- Because we found the guy
that did it!
- Oh, that's right.
Convenient suicide.
All wrapped up in a bow.
Question is,
who are you gift-wrapping for?
- Harlee,
this has got to stop.
- No!
Not when every instinct
in me says
that Ramsey's behind this.
- These instincts haven't been
doing you any favors lately.
- Well, thanks for the vote
of confidence.
- Harlee,
sit down, please.
I want to protect you.
- What, you think
it was a coincidence
that hours after Intelligence
loses Orlando,
he winds up collateral damage
in an unrelated attack
on Nava?
- Listen to me.
You killed a man,
thinking that it was Stahl.
You're seeing things
that aren't there, Harlee.
Part of you is still trapped
in that cabin.
It's clouding your judgment,
and I need you to trust mine.
*
- It was a mistake.
He wasn't supposed
to be part of it.
- How would you know that
unless you were there?
- I wasn't.
I wasn't, I swear!
- Who killed Nava?
- I can only tell you
who ordered it,
and he tends to outsource.
- But you knew.
You knew
and you didn't stop it.
- I found out after.
I wasn't involved.
Why would I be here
if I was?
- I don't know.
Death wish?
- I'm trying to help you.
- Help me?
A huge part of my life
died on that sidewalk
last night,
and you let that happen!
My whole crew
thinks I'm crazy.
I think I was better off
before you started helping me.
- Before this is over,
my help might save your life.
- Don't you dare play savior.
If it weren't for--
- For what?
Your own choice
to turn that car around?
The dumb luck that you
showed up at the Sunrise
when you did?
You're not crazy.
It's all connected.
This is what I know.
Ramsey was working
with two longshoremen,
Orlando and Morris,
to smuggle illegal cargo
through the docks.
You took out Morris
at the Sunrise,
so Ramsey needed Orlando.
- Why?
- Because they were trying
to give evidence
to Internal Affairs.
A shipping container
that arrived
the day of the Sunrise--
I think my partner had them
hide it at the yard
and change the ID number.
- But if Orlando
had the number,
then why did Ramsey
have him killed?
- 'Cause it went bad.
Your friend--
he got in the way.
Tried to protect Orlando.
*
- What was in the container?
- I don't know.
Ramsey wasn't sharing.
- Why risk trusting me?
- 'Cause I couldn't save
my partner.
Thought you might
be able to help
expose what he died for.
*
- You want something from me,
you and I need to come
to an understanding.
- The understanding
is simple, Captain.
I do my job,
you take the credit.
- Tempting, but I haven't
risen to this position
by fronting vigilantism.
- Hard work and competency,
no doubt.
- Or tripping over the NYPD's
most powerful entity.
- All our crew wants is
our little corner of Brooklyn.
- That'd be a start.
- Then I need
Detectives Tufo and Nazario
off patrol and back
on my team immediately.
- After their
disciplinary probation,
I'll review their appeal.
- Assurances were made.
- You're not hearing me,
Lieutenant.
Captain McManus
no longer leads this precinct.
I do.
You agree to run anti-crime
with a modicum
of accountability,
I'll be your biggest champion,
but your days
of running roughshod
through this community
are over.
- I built this unit
from the ground up
20 years ago.
You guys come and go so often,
I confuse you
with the furniture.
But the unit always stands,
and you know why?
- Your people skills?
- Commitment.
Commitment and results.
- Results are a team effort,
a team assigned
by this desk.
Anything else, Lieutenant?
*
- Yo, you actually look like
you know what you doing.
- Little brother, all growed up
in his patrol blues.
There somewhere we can talk?
*
How's the job treating you?
- Monotonous as the one
I had in prison,
but feels like
an accomplishment
at the end of the day.
- Well, accomplishment
is a good feeling.
- Yeah.
So is the end of the day.
Yeah.
- Yo, I need a favor.
- Arrest a hooker.
- No, no, I'm above that,
currently.
I was hoping you could
reach out to your old connects.
We need to find a fence
operating off Fulton.
- They're a dime a dozen.
- Yeah, but this one's
gonna be aggravated.
He lost a lot of cash today.
- It must be important,
you want me
to take a step
toward that life.
*
- Only because I trust you
to come back.
*
- It's amazing
you're in school.
I'd be, like, fetal
under my couch.
- I don't really want
to talk about it.
- Oh, my God.
- First the thing
with your dad
and then your mom
in the hospital...
- Low-key, please.
- And now the best thing
to come along in forever,
a really great guy...
It's okay
not to be okay.
- I'm sorry,
is something funny?
- Oh, no.
I love telenovelas.
- One more time?
- Nothing, just
the daddy issues,
the hospital,
the single-mama drama...
- You're such a bitch, Lily.
- No, no.
Let her continue,
since my life is clearly
so interesting to her.
Not really.
Your mom's, though...
damn.
All these men
that keep dying around her...
Scandalous.
- You want scandalous?
- Cristina, no!
- Girls, break it up!
- Where you at?
- Right here, right here!
- You sure this is our guy?
- His name is Handles,
and he's been turning
the streets upside down
for a payment lost in transit.
- It was stolen.
I got the facial trauma
to prove it.
- You wear it well,
like an accessory.
- Shut your mouth,
or we'll see who wore it best.
- Well, I'm not sure
I'm doing you a favor
by making the intro.
This guy's no joke.
This is the part
where you turn back
into a civilian.
- Yeah.
- Woz, we got a problem.
- We're on quite a streak.
A scale from one to ten.
- Harlee had Loman
request a warrant to access
the Red Hook dockyard.
- That's a number
from one to ten?
How'd you find out?
- I saw a copy on Loman's desk.
It's got to be connected.
The longshoreman
who got killed with Nava
worked at Red Hook.
- What's the target?
- It's a shipping container.
The ID code is
1-2-4-5...
- All right, all right.
Just text it to me.
- Trouble at the farm?
- Nothing that Espada
can't get me to fix.
Which one of you guys
is Handles?
- ¿Quien pregunta?
- The guy you're looking for,
only you don't know it yet.
- You got my money?
- I was ambushed,
but this slid under the seat.
It's all yours.
- What about Hector?
- Coroner doesn't think
he's gonna make it.
- I'm gonna need a full refund,
or we start talking
about your car service
to anyone who wants to listen.
$200,000.
- Oh, that's $200,000
too much.
- Plus 10% for Hector.
- Woz!
- Don't put my crew in danger
and then try to negotiate.
It makes me hostile.
- If I had known
this was gonna get violent,
I would've brought
my nine-year-old.
That's you, right?
Cop who got shot
by a third grader?
Word is,
Quince is still out there,
laughing his ass off.
- It's the last laugh
that counts.
You'll know it
when you hear it.
*
- Hard to laugh
with a bad back.
- Have you met Cristina?
Dean's list every year,
straight As,
no truancy, no probation!
- Her record is outstanding.
That's not the issue.
- Then why are we even
talking about suspension?
- I'm aware how difficult
this year must have been
for you,
with the stress of your job,
with everything
that's going on.
A little time off
might be the best thing
we can do for her.
- Maybe I should argue
with my checkbook.
- That isn't what I'm saying.
- Look, no one
understands more than me
that violence
is never the answer,
but neither is taking away
the opportunities
from a girl who already
has to work
twice as hard for them.
She stood up to someone today
who tried to make her
feel small.
You want to blame somebody
for that?
Blame me.
I've been teaching her
how to do that
ever since she could walk.
Should've never let you
come to school today.
- Look, I'm sorry
you had to come.
- Me too.
- Mom, it was Lily Mather.
She said that you--
- I don't care
what she said.
You go to the best school
in Brooklyn, you know that?
You can open any door.
But if you can't
restrain yourself long enough
to walk away
from some entitled bitch,
then you throw
that future away.
- How can you even think
about my future
after everything
that's happened this morning?
- How can I think
of anything else?
- Mom, he's gone.
*
- I can't.
- Okay, well, how about
you buy me lunch?
Burned a lot of calories
kicking that girl's ass.
- I see my warnings
about taking it easy
have gone unnoticed.
- No, my wife knows them
verbatim.
- Maybe she'll have
better luck.
- I don't get paid
to do yoga.
- Last I checked,
the abdominal muscles
are relatively useful
and worth the rest,
and that's if you just
pull them.
- Do you have a diploma
on the wall
that says I should listen
to all this?
- All right, on your back.
Uh, just--just give me
a minute.
- I...
I think we have
a chain-of-command issue here.
- Uh, I just need some time.
- Oh.
*
Uh, don't worry about it.
It happens.
- When you got Helen of Troy
over there
doing her flexibility
exercises,
it kinda makes it...
- Uh, why don't you take a few
minutes, and I'll come back?
*
- * It's getting hot in here
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How'd it go?
- Uh, it's good.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Did he tell you
to listen to your wife?
Hmm?
- Let's get out of here.
- Guess he took my side, huh?
There's a definite caveman vibe
going on here.
- Just go with it.
- Uh-huh.
- * On fire
- * Fire
- * Fire
* I'm on f-f-f-f
- I guess there are exceptions
to taking it easy.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- * Fire, on fire, on fire
- * Fire
- I hope that didn't set back
your recovery schedule.
- Ha!
If it did, it was worth it.
- You know, if there is
a silver lining
to--to what happened,
it's that it kept you home.
- Hey, you should've shot me
years ago.
- It'll get easier.
- More months of foam rollers
and painkillers.
- You're not taking
the painkillers, Matt.
I see you.
I see the war going on
in your head.
I know that bullet
broke things
that can't be fixed
with foam rollers.
- Mm, maybe I broke myself.
- Well, you have always
been able
to put it back together again.
- I don't know.
I've been gone a long time.
The crew had to go
and find their own things.
- There's no crew without you.
They may not appreciate it,
but they need their leader.
- What if he died
on the precinct floor that day?
- Then you do what it takes
to revive him.
*
- Still got that number?
- Memorized.
Head on a swivel, Loman.
- They don't know
we're here.
That warrant is classified.
- It's Intelligence
we're talking about.
Nothing's classified.
- So maybe we should
radio it in.
- No.
I don't want to call
any unwanted attention.
- You trust this guy?
Cole?
- I didn't say that.
- You're acting
on his intel.
- Intel he didn't know
he was spilling.
He doesn't know
about Nava's last text.
- You sure about that?
Look, I looked this guy up.
A lot of black-op stuff,
files I couldn't access.
Doesn't seem the kind of guy
to ask for help.
- Here it is.
Nava sent those numbers
for a reason,
and I don't need
to trust this guy
to use what he knows.
All right.
Pull, Loman.
Let's see what was worth
killing for.
Not exactly the lead
I was hoping for.
Come on, Harlee,
let's go.
There's nothing here.
*
God, when does it stop?
*
I can't.
I can't.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do it anymore.
I can't...
He was wrong.
- No, don't say that.
- You can't save me.
There's no forgiveness.
There's no going back.
- Harlee, don't say that.
- Harlee, stop.
- Everything!
Everything that I touch!
Everything!
- Stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
Stop!
Stop. Stop.
*
*
How did you get my cell?
- The container was empty,
wasn't it?
- What, are you following me?
- No, I was following
the person who got there first.
- Ramsey didn't have
the number.
- He got it.
Wozniak made a deal.
- No, Woz wouldn't do that.
- You sure?
There's no limit
to what my boss would do
to get what he wants.
*
Okay.
And what did he get
for his services?
- Closure.
*
Say hello, Quince.
Why bring him to me?
- I convinced Ramsey
that it would divide your crew.
Between you and me...
I thought you should know.
*
The game is rigged, Harlee.
Two solo acts
are not gonna cut it.
*
- I'd have to trust you.
- Well, we're halfway there.
Now I know
I can trust you.
We're in the same position,
and the sooner
you realize that,
the better.
- You don't know anything
about my position.
Right? Or me.
- I know one thing:
we're both tied to men
who make us do things
like this.
- What the hell are you doing?
- What I'm told!
I'm sure you know
how that feels
and why doing the right thing
is a luxury better left
for other people.
Second leg of the delivery
is yours.
*
- Son of a bitch!
- They're not the terms
you agreed on?
- No, I didn't know
I had to specify "breathing."
- Yeah, I'm running low
on sympathy.
- Hey, how about some sympathy
for the nine-year-old kid
whose life was ruined
because of this guy?
I went to see Ramsey
to make sure
that you were safe.
He had requests.
I had requests.
- That's right,
keep defending yourself.
Double down on the betrayal.
- You really wanna
go down that road, Harlee?
- I needed you today.
Everything that I know
is broken.
I'm broken.
And you made me think
that I was crazy!
- Yeah, but at least
you get to go home tonight.
Whether you want
to admit it or not,
trauma has its fallout,
and until you're right again,
I had to get the target
off of your back.
- Oh, so this had
nothing to do
with you and your
vengeance quest?
- This is about you
getting to see
Cristina grow up.
Ramsey's more dangerous
than you realize.
- Than I realize?
Nava's dead.
And his killer
probably wears a badge.
- Until I take it from him.
- You know what
the real tragedy is here?
That the next time
you're actually
trying to protect me,
I'm gonna wonder
if I'm being played.
- Won't stop me
from doing it again,
so take your grief
and your guilt
and take it all out on me.
At least it keeps you alive.
*
- Give me your keys.
*
I'm taking your car.
*
I'm glad you got
your revenge, Woz.
*
I hope that it cures
everything that you need it to.
*
- I have a speech prepared.
Do you want to hear it?
- Uh, I think it's more
of a Cliff Notes night, baby.
- At its core,
it's an apology, but...
I still effectively maintain
that family is worth defending.
- I agree,
but what some girl says
at school
is not something you have
to defend me against.
I've gotten through worse.
- Do you think
you're gonna get through this?
- Well, I got a pretty
damn good reason
to make sure that I do.
Look, I know
this hasn't been easy.
You've had to deal
with things that...
most people would
never even understand.
You must feel...
- Frustrated.
A little.
It's mostly just because
I can tell
that there's something
going on beneath the surface.
*
You don't always
have to be strong for me.
It can work both ways.
We're a team.
- A pretty damn good one.
- Always will be.
- I can handle the truth.
I'm not a kid anymore.
- Truth about what?
- Why Nava was killed.
*
Do you know?
*
- It was a revenge killing.
*
Ex-con who just got released.
Nava was the prosecutor
who secured his conviction
five years ago.
- I'm so sorry, Mom.
They get the guy?
*
- Woz got him.
- Where you at, man?
- Right here,
right here, right here!
- Not bad for a grandma,
my man.
- There, get his side, now!
- All right, all right.
All right.
- Yo, you need to--
- Yo, Hobo.
Right on time.
Beautiful night for a refund.
You got my $200K, right?
- I always deliver.
Come on, let's take a walk.
- Facing reality.
Good on you.
- I knew this kid
from the projects of New Lots.
Grew up with
absolutely nothing.
He didn't have
a pot to piss in.
But eventually,
he crawled himself
out of that poverty.
He did whatever
he had to do,
built himself a kingdom,
and then once he got on top,
he got cocky.
He got lazy.
Foolish.
He made a bad choice.
- Hold up. Is that Quince?
- Yeah, he went up against
the wrong adversary.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- I think our debt is paid.
Unless you have any objections.
- No, we're cool.
Forget the cash.
- * Inside us
* Is like fire
- You want a turn?
- Nah, twice dead
is good enough for me.
- Thanks for the assist
today.
You just bought me some sleep.
- What?
- It's good to be back.
- * Hey, hey,
watch how we do this *
on "Shades of Blue"...
- You're not gonna shoot me.
- I shot an innocent man
because I can't stop
seeing Stahl.
- Five victims.
They're all dead.
- Parker?
- You knew him?
- He's my partner.
NYPD Intelligence Unit.
- I think you knew
your partner was in danger.
Do you know
who would want to kill him?
- Parker was meeting
a dock worker named Orlando,
only Orlando
was too scared to show.
- What was Orlando
so afraid of?
- Hello, Matt.
I need a little favor.
Happy to repay it.
- Ramsey has Quince.
- How did Intel know
where to find Quince?
- 'Cause they have reach,
Harlee.
- And you want to deliver
Orlando to them?
- No, I want you to.
- They killed one
of their own men.
I'm not gonna deliver
a man to his death.
- You have to do it.
I'm not starting a war
with the secret police.
I want things back
to the way they were.
- And I don't.
I'll stand alone.
- Seriously, I like it.
It's nice to see you happy
for a change.
- No!
No, no!
Ah, no...
*
- * Oh, no
*
* Ah
- Come on.
- * Ah
- Come on.
*
- * Ah
*
- Harlee.
I know there isn't anything
that I could say
that'll--
- So don't try.
*
- I'm gonna find
whoever did this.
*
- We already know
who did this.
Me.
Okay? I killed him.
- Harlee, no--
- Don't!
- * What a day
- Just let me feel it!
I want to remember
exactly how this feels.
- Trust me, you don't forget.
- Harlee, you don't
got to be strong.
We got that part covered.
- I should've been there.
- Then it'd be you
under the sheet.
- I mean--I mean,
I could've stopped it.
- Harlee, this wasn't
your fault.
- Harlee, you can't
take this on!
- Intelligence already did.
- Look at me.
Look at me.
I'm gonna handle this.
Whatever it takes,
I'm gonna make this right.
*
- Nothing will ever
make this right.
*
Anything on the first sweep?
- Nothing that stands out.
We're still processing
the vehicle for prints.
- Hey, unless you want to be
cleaning carpet stains
for the rest of your career,
the results come to me first.
You got it?
- Yeah.
- Me.
- * Oh
- What would you do, Woz?
*
Would you stand down?
*
- * One lie
- They took him from me.
- And I can't let them
take you too.
Go home.
Cristina's gonna be worried.
- I could take care of her.
- No.
I need to tell her.
*
And then I need to call
Gail Baker.
- What? Why do you want
to involve FBI?
- Because I saw Stahl.
- Harlee...
*
We're not gonna let you
stand alone.
- Yeah, I'll drive you.
- No, I think I want to walk.
*
*
- It's about time.
Shouldn't it be the teenager
stumbling in so late
that it's early?
*
- Cristina.
- It's okay.
I'm cool with
playing responsible
for the day.
Maybe tomorrow,
we can return to
regularly scheduled
programming?
*
It's my way of asking
if I can go out
with Michaela tonight,
but at least I'm asking
with juice.
*
Mom, what is it?
*
- Baby, something terrible's
happened.
- What is it?
*
Nava's dead.
He's gone.
*
- Looks like the party
waited for us.
- I told them to.
This guy's ours.
- So he traveled
all the way from here
to Nava's place
just to mug somebody?
That feel right to you?
- His fingerprints
were at the scene.
That's the only story
I need.
NYPD! Show me your hands!
- I get surprised,
you get shot!
- Cesar, you here?
- Clear.
- Clear.
*
- Surprise.
- Get me an ambulance
out here.
- Forget the pretense.
Call the coroner.
- This is Nava's killer?
I don't get it.
- Hey, Lieutenant Wozniak
in here?
- Five years for assault,
the first thing this guy does
when he gets out
is kill the ADA that put him
away, then hangs himself?
- Bad morning all around.
This guy killed Nava?
- His prints were all over
Nava's car.
Didn't exactly place himself
on the Mount Rushmore of crime.
- Check this out.
Looks like defensive wounds.
And that bruising right there?
Definitely didn't come
from that belt.
- Well, maybe he struggled
when he was hanging there.
- Guess suicide
wasn't his forte either.
- If it was suicide at all.
- "Yes, Lieutenant.
"I'll go round up the neighbors
"and take some statements,
'cause I'm a cop,
"and that's what I do
for a living.
That's how I get paid."
Come on!
This isn't gonna be
a popular call,
but we're not gonna ask
any questions.
- Boss.
This isn't some random case.
If someone killed this guy--
- For now,
they get away with it.
As far as anybody
on the outside is concerned,
Stretch was a troubled
ex-con
who couldn't deal.
- That's not gonna be
good enough for Harlee.
- Harlee's not gonna know.
If she thinks there's a thread
that leads to Intelligence,
she's gonna go
right after Ramsey.
- She won't be going alone.
- She can go
with God's own thunder.
It's not gonna matter.
- The Intelligence Unit
is untouchable. I get it.
Cloaked in blue,
beyond the chain of command.
But do we have to help them
cover up a murder?
- To keep Harlee safe,
yes.
- Detective Santos,
Director Baker
is clearing time for you.
If you'll just have a seat--
- Granting oversight
is not a license to mismanage,
even for y--
- I saw him.
- You know the FBI doesn't have
an open-door policy, right?
- Apparently,
you don't have a policy
on catching rogue agents
either.
- You saw Stahl.
- On the J train to Manhattan.
He's in New York.
- Look, Harlee.
If we had anything new
on Stahl,
anything to put him
in the area,
you would be the first
to hear about it.
- I know what I saw.
He's back.
- At this point, I doubt
he could afford a bus ticket.
- That's not gonna stop him.
- There's been no indication
that Robert Stahl
has come back to New York.
No contact with any
known associates,
no attempt to see his son.
- He's not gonna telegraph
his intentions.
- Even an obsessive
can move on
when his primary fantasy
has been broken.
I believe his
was shattered beyond repair.
- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Special Agent Katie Myers,
Phoenix office.
- Agent Myers has been
tracking Stahl
for four months in Arizona.
- Stahl's clever,
but so are we.
Even former FBI agents
run out of resources.
We burned three different
aliases.
Two in Phoenix,
one outside of Yuma.
Last contact
was on State Route 19,
just north
of the Mexican border.
- And that's where you think
he is, Mexico?
- As far as we know, yes.
- I saw him last night!
I'm not crazy!
- I know what it's like
to be a victim, Detective.
How it plays with your mind.
It's not fair for anyone
to have that power.
Believe me,
I want to find Robert Stahl
just as much as you do.
- Then you have a lot to prove.
*
- Ugh, is this guy
gonna show or what?
What do you think?
Five more minutes?
Yo, Tufo.
- What?
- I know it's a rough day,
but I need you to be focused.
- Just doesn't feel like
the time
to be running protection,
especially with Woz
back to work.
You talk to Harlee?
- I stopped by her house.
She wasn't home.
She knows we have her back.
Oh, damn.
This just got more fun.
- Not for him.
- NYPD! Hands on your head!
- Oh, no,
you guys got me.
- Shut up.
- Yo, what the--
- Ooh.
- Ladies.
*
Man, I should get a discount
for this kind of abuse,
you know?
- Well, we had an audience.
We had to sell it.
- Ah-ah-ah.
Keep it shut.
I do not want to know
what you're transporting.
- All right.
You know, I never thought
that I'd feel so safe,
riding with cops.
Hey, listen, uh...
I got some friends, right?
And I know that they would pay
top dollar
to ride with New York's finest.
- Oh, you got some friends?
Who?
- Uh, it's this fence, right?
And I mean, he moves,
like, a lot of cash.
- Sorry.
Referrals not accepted.
- Right.
We only work with scum we know.
- I'm just trying to contribute
to y'all's retirement fund.
- Oh, yeah?
Because if we hear any talk
on the streets
about this arrangement,
your next ride is free.
And one-way.
*
- You think he was strangled?
- Windpipe looked crushed.
A belt doesn't do that.
- And Harlee
doesn't know anything?
- For her own good. Why?
- She sure looks like
someone who knows something.
I'm just gonna...
- Why wasn't I told?
Espada, why wasn't I
brought into the scene?
- There wasn't much
to be done there.
- Really?
- Look, I swear to God,
it wasn't my call.
- Which part?
The part where you
skipped me on the forensics
or where you ID'd the killer,
found the body,
processed the scene,
and neglected to tell me
any of it?
- Woz thought the case
was too close to home.
He's not wrong.
- You don't get to make
that call.
And neither does Woz.
- Harlee.
Cesar Molina.
His prints were all over
Nava's car.
Nava put him away
five years ago for assault.
He was released
two weeks ago.
- Revenge killing?
- We think so, yeah.
- Then why off himself
right after?
- Maybe he don't want
to go back in.
- Just happened to put
his prints all over the car?
I didn't say he was smart.
*
- No sign of foul play?
- No, nothing.
*
- This is why you lose
at poker.
- Harlee, you want to see him?
I'll take you to the morgue.
They're gonna give you
the same answers.
- You're not giving me answers!
Loman, let's go.
- Uh, go where?
- Like you didn't hear
everything?
You got more tells
than Espada.
- You made a mistake
last night.
- If I made it,
it wasn't a mistake.
- I would have delivered
your witness myself.
We were playing so nice,
till your girl drove off
with my end of the deal.
I only play nice once.
- A good man got killed.
- Then I sincerely hope
she learns from the experience.
Cause and effect.
- I got the guy that did it.
He was hanging
at his house,
an apparent suicide.
Unless you look closer.
- And if you decide not to?
- Then I'd expect a guarantee
of Harlee's safety.
- She could've guaranteed that
herself.
- One thing
I learned overseas--
it's the loose ends
that can come back to bite you.
You're moving so fast,
you can't catch all of yours.
- I'd make sure
I could control my own crew
before I made promises,
Lieutenant.
- I still want Quince.
- I'm afraid that deal
has expired.
- Oh, your witness is dead.
It costs you nothing.
Quince had me shot.
Consider it a gesture
of good faith.
- You want to know
what I learned overseas?
You make your own advantage.
If I have food, I make sure
everyone's starving.
If I have the high ground,
I wait.
And if I have one bullet left
and the enemy is closing in--
- I control my fate.
- Your dealer stays
where he is.
But I'm impressed
that you found me.
*
- Cesar Molina's
being prepped for autopsy.
I'm afraid we can't show you
the body.
- Well, I need the report
as soon as you get it.
- I'll have it sent
to the precinct.
- Just call me directly.
- Will do.
- Wait.
I need to see another case.
*
*
*
- What does he keep
in his safe?
- Case files, as far as I know.
He must have been rushed,
or he would have said more.
- Explains why the phone
was smashed.
He was probably trying
to use it when they attacked.
*
- Try again.
The text said 1-2-4--
- I know the numbers.
*
- Harlee...
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
- I'm fine.
- It's okay.
We'll figure it out.
- The safe was
a shot in the dark.
Those numbers
could mean anything.
Can you just
give me a minute?
I'll meet you down in the car.
- Sure.
*
- You know what I was
thinking?
This would be a great day
to be a criminal.
All the supervision
in one place.
- Thinking of running
a stop sign?
- Or robbing a bank.
Moving somewhere sandy,
just you, me,
the ukulele I'd learn to play.
All the time in the world.
- * Oh, will you never
let me be *
* Oh, will you never
set me free *
* The ties that bound us
are still around us *
* Are still around us,
are still around us *
* Are still ar...
- Your friend didn't tell me
it would be two stops.
- Pssh. What do you care?
We're paying you
twice your rate.
- Keep with the attitude,
you'll be walking
to your next stop.
- Aw. There goes
your five-star rating.
Keep it running.
Oh, man.
Ugh!
*
- Easy.
We just want
the other bag of cash.
- I'm not a big sharer.
- How long has this
been going on?
- Since the demotion.
I needed cash, Woz.
New York is still New York.
- You should've come to me.
- What, after you got shot?
I-I didn't think you needed
another "woe is me" speech
from me.
- And what the hell
were you doing?
- I recused myself.
- Ah, noble.
What were you carrying?
- I don't even know.
Uh, they must have been
fencing something high-dollar,
'cause the runner
had a lot of cash.
- This is why
we don't provide cover
or hold product for anyone.
- It wasn't drugs.
We said no to drugs.
- The streets don't care.
You had their cash
and you lost it.
Now we're all on the hook
for it.
- Yeah, but to who?
- I don't know.
- Well, I bet you
they know who you are.
- I might have a way
to find out.
*
- Then find out.
It's time we got
back on offense.
*
*
- Hard to believe.
I was the first one
to even turn this thing on.
- There's a protocol
with evidence.
I-I'm guessing
you skipped a few steps.
- Yeah, I had to.
You gave up looking!
- Because we found the guy
that did it!
- Oh, that's right.
Convenient suicide.
All wrapped up in a bow.
Question is,
who are you gift-wrapping for?
- Harlee,
this has got to stop.
- No!
Not when every instinct
in me says
that Ramsey's behind this.
- These instincts haven't been
doing you any favors lately.
- Well, thanks for the vote
of confidence.
- Harlee,
sit down, please.
I want to protect you.
- What, you think
it was a coincidence
that hours after Intelligence
loses Orlando,
he winds up collateral damage
in an unrelated attack
on Nava?
- Listen to me.
You killed a man,
thinking that it was Stahl.
You're seeing things
that aren't there, Harlee.
Part of you is still trapped
in that cabin.
It's clouding your judgment,
and I need you to trust mine.
*
- It was a mistake.
He wasn't supposed
to be part of it.
- How would you know that
unless you were there?
- I wasn't.
I wasn't, I swear!
- Who killed Nava?
- I can only tell you
who ordered it,
and he tends to outsource.
- But you knew.
You knew
and you didn't stop it.
- I found out after.
I wasn't involved.
Why would I be here
if I was?
- I don't know.
Death wish?
- I'm trying to help you.
- Help me?
A huge part of my life
died on that sidewalk
last night,
and you let that happen!
My whole crew
thinks I'm crazy.
I think I was better off
before you started helping me.
- Before this is over,
my help might save your life.
- Don't you dare play savior.
If it weren't for--
- For what?
Your own choice
to turn that car around?
The dumb luck that you
showed up at the Sunrise
when you did?
You're not crazy.
It's all connected.
This is what I know.
Ramsey was working
with two longshoremen,
Orlando and Morris,
to smuggle illegal cargo
through the docks.
You took out Morris
at the Sunrise,
so Ramsey needed Orlando.
- Why?
- Because they were trying
to give evidence
to Internal Affairs.
A shipping container
that arrived
the day of the Sunrise--
I think my partner had them
hide it at the yard
and change the ID number.
- But if Orlando
had the number,
then why did Ramsey
have him killed?
- 'Cause it went bad.
Your friend--
he got in the way.
Tried to protect Orlando.
*
- What was in the container?
- I don't know.
Ramsey wasn't sharing.
- Why risk trusting me?
- 'Cause I couldn't save
my partner.
Thought you might
be able to help
expose what he died for.
*
- You want something from me,
you and I need to come
to an understanding.
- The understanding
is simple, Captain.
I do my job,
you take the credit.
- Tempting, but I haven't
risen to this position
by fronting vigilantism.
- Hard work and competency,
no doubt.
- Or tripping over the NYPD's
most powerful entity.
- All our crew wants is
our little corner of Brooklyn.
- That'd be a start.
- Then I need
Detectives Tufo and Nazario
off patrol and back
on my team immediately.
- After their
disciplinary probation,
I'll review their appeal.
- Assurances were made.
- You're not hearing me,
Lieutenant.
Captain McManus
no longer leads this precinct.
I do.
You agree to run anti-crime
with a modicum
of accountability,
I'll be your biggest champion,
but your days
of running roughshod
through this community
are over.
- I built this unit
from the ground up
20 years ago.
You guys come and go so often,
I confuse you
with the furniture.
But the unit always stands,
and you know why?
- Your people skills?
- Commitment.
Commitment and results.
- Results are a team effort,
a team assigned
by this desk.
Anything else, Lieutenant?
*
- Yo, you actually look like
you know what you doing.
- Little brother, all growed up
in his patrol blues.
There somewhere we can talk?
*
How's the job treating you?
- Monotonous as the one
I had in prison,
but feels like
an accomplishment
at the end of the day.
- Well, accomplishment
is a good feeling.
- Yeah.
So is the end of the day.
Yeah.
- Yo, I need a favor.
- Arrest a hooker.
- No, no, I'm above that,
currently.
I was hoping you could
reach out to your old connects.
We need to find a fence
operating off Fulton.
- They're a dime a dozen.
- Yeah, but this one's
gonna be aggravated.
He lost a lot of cash today.
- It must be important,
you want me
to take a step
toward that life.
*
- Only because I trust you
to come back.
*
- It's amazing
you're in school.
I'd be, like, fetal
under my couch.
- I don't really want
to talk about it.
- Oh, my God.
- First the thing
with your dad
and then your mom
in the hospital...
- Low-key, please.
- And now the best thing
to come along in forever,
a really great guy...
It's okay
not to be okay.
- I'm sorry,
is something funny?
- Oh, no.
I love telenovelas.
- One more time?
- Nothing, just
the daddy issues,
the hospital,
the single-mama drama...
- You're such a bitch, Lily.
- No, no.
Let her continue,
since my life is clearly
so interesting to her.
Not really.
Your mom's, though...
damn.
All these men
that keep dying around her...
Scandalous.
- You want scandalous?
- Cristina, no!
- Girls, break it up!
- Where you at?
- Right here, right here!
- You sure this is our guy?
- His name is Handles,
and he's been turning
the streets upside down
for a payment lost in transit.
- It was stolen.
I got the facial trauma
to prove it.
- You wear it well,
like an accessory.
- Shut your mouth,
or we'll see who wore it best.
- Well, I'm not sure
I'm doing you a favor
by making the intro.
This guy's no joke.
This is the part
where you turn back
into a civilian.
- Yeah.
- Woz, we got a problem.
- We're on quite a streak.
A scale from one to ten.
- Harlee had Loman
request a warrant to access
the Red Hook dockyard.
- That's a number
from one to ten?
How'd you find out?
- I saw a copy on Loman's desk.
It's got to be connected.
The longshoreman
who got killed with Nava
worked at Red Hook.
- What's the target?
- It's a shipping container.
The ID code is
1-2-4-5...
- All right, all right.
Just text it to me.
- Trouble at the farm?
- Nothing that Espada
can't get me to fix.
Which one of you guys
is Handles?
- ¿Quien pregunta?
- The guy you're looking for,
only you don't know it yet.
- You got my money?
- I was ambushed,
but this slid under the seat.
It's all yours.
- What about Hector?
- Coroner doesn't think
he's gonna make it.
- I'm gonna need a full refund,
or we start talking
about your car service
to anyone who wants to listen.
$200,000.
- Oh, that's $200,000
too much.
- Plus 10% for Hector.
- Woz!
- Don't put my crew in danger
and then try to negotiate.
It makes me hostile.
- If I had known
this was gonna get violent,
I would've brought
my nine-year-old.
That's you, right?
Cop who got shot
by a third grader?
Word is,
Quince is still out there,
laughing his ass off.
- It's the last laugh
that counts.
You'll know it
when you hear it.
*
- Hard to laugh
with a bad back.
- Have you met Cristina?
Dean's list every year,
straight As,
no truancy, no probation!
- Her record is outstanding.
That's not the issue.
- Then why are we even
talking about suspension?
- I'm aware how difficult
this year must have been
for you,
with the stress of your job,
with everything
that's going on.
A little time off
might be the best thing
we can do for her.
- Maybe I should argue
with my checkbook.
- That isn't what I'm saying.
- Look, no one
understands more than me
that violence
is never the answer,
but neither is taking away
the opportunities
from a girl who already
has to work
twice as hard for them.
She stood up to someone today
who tried to make her
feel small.
You want to blame somebody
for that?
Blame me.
I've been teaching her
how to do that
ever since she could walk.
Should've never let you
come to school today.
- Look, I'm sorry
you had to come.
- Me too.
- Mom, it was Lily Mather.
She said that you--
- I don't care
what she said.
You go to the best school
in Brooklyn, you know that?
You can open any door.
But if you can't
restrain yourself long enough
to walk away
from some entitled bitch,
then you throw
that future away.
- How can you even think
about my future
after everything
that's happened this morning?
- How can I think
of anything else?
- Mom, he's gone.
*
- I can't.
- Okay, well, how about
you buy me lunch?
Burned a lot of calories
kicking that girl's ass.
- I see my warnings
about taking it easy
have gone unnoticed.
- No, my wife knows them
verbatim.
- Maybe she'll have
better luck.
- I don't get paid
to do yoga.
- Last I checked,
the abdominal muscles
are relatively useful
and worth the rest,
and that's if you just
pull them.
- Do you have a diploma
on the wall
that says I should listen
to all this?
- All right, on your back.
Uh, just--just give me
a minute.
- I...
I think we have
a chain-of-command issue here.
- Uh, I just need some time.
- Oh.
*
Uh, don't worry about it.
It happens.
- When you got Helen of Troy
over there
doing her flexibility
exercises,
it kinda makes it...
- Uh, why don't you take a few
minutes, and I'll come back?
*
- * It's getting hot in here
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How'd it go?
- Uh, it's good.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Did he tell you
to listen to your wife?
Hmm?
- Let's get out of here.
- Guess he took my side, huh?
There's a definite caveman vibe
going on here.
- Just go with it.
- Uh-huh.
- * On fire
- * Fire
- * Fire
* I'm on f-f-f-f
- I guess there are exceptions
to taking it easy.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- * Fire, on fire, on fire
- * Fire
- I hope that didn't set back
your recovery schedule.
- Ha!
If it did, it was worth it.
- You know, if there is
a silver lining
to--to what happened,
it's that it kept you home.
- Hey, you should've shot me
years ago.
- It'll get easier.
- More months of foam rollers
and painkillers.
- You're not taking
the painkillers, Matt.
I see you.
I see the war going on
in your head.
I know that bullet
broke things
that can't be fixed
with foam rollers.
- Mm, maybe I broke myself.
- Well, you have always
been able
to put it back together again.
- I don't know.
I've been gone a long time.
The crew had to go
and find their own things.
- There's no crew without you.
They may not appreciate it,
but they need their leader.
- What if he died
on the precinct floor that day?
- Then you do what it takes
to revive him.
*
- Still got that number?
- Memorized.
Head on a swivel, Loman.
- They don't know
we're here.
That warrant is classified.
- It's Intelligence
we're talking about.
Nothing's classified.
- So maybe we should
radio it in.
- No.
I don't want to call
any unwanted attention.
- You trust this guy?
Cole?
- I didn't say that.
- You're acting
on his intel.
- Intel he didn't know
he was spilling.
He doesn't know
about Nava's last text.
- You sure about that?
Look, I looked this guy up.
A lot of black-op stuff,
files I couldn't access.
Doesn't seem the kind of guy
to ask for help.
- Here it is.
Nava sent those numbers
for a reason,
and I don't need
to trust this guy
to use what he knows.
All right.
Pull, Loman.
Let's see what was worth
killing for.
Not exactly the lead
I was hoping for.
Come on, Harlee,
let's go.
There's nothing here.
*
God, when does it stop?
*
I can't.
I can't.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do it anymore.
I can't...
He was wrong.
- No, don't say that.
- You can't save me.
There's no forgiveness.
There's no going back.
- Harlee, don't say that.
- Harlee, stop.
- Everything!
Everything that I touch!
Everything!
- Stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
Stop!
Stop. Stop.
*
*
How did you get my cell?
- The container was empty,
wasn't it?
- What, are you following me?
- No, I was following
the person who got there first.
- Ramsey didn't have
the number.
- He got it.
Wozniak made a deal.
- No, Woz wouldn't do that.
- You sure?
There's no limit
to what my boss would do
to get what he wants.
*
Okay.
And what did he get
for his services?
- Closure.
*
Say hello, Quince.
Why bring him to me?
- I convinced Ramsey
that it would divide your crew.
Between you and me...
I thought you should know.
*
The game is rigged, Harlee.
Two solo acts
are not gonna cut it.
*
- I'd have to trust you.
- Well, we're halfway there.
Now I know
I can trust you.
We're in the same position,
and the sooner
you realize that,
the better.
- You don't know anything
about my position.
Right? Or me.
- I know one thing:
we're both tied to men
who make us do things
like this.
- What the hell are you doing?
- What I'm told!
I'm sure you know
how that feels
and why doing the right thing
is a luxury better left
for other people.
Second leg of the delivery
is yours.
*
- Son of a bitch!
- They're not the terms
you agreed on?
- No, I didn't know
I had to specify "breathing."
- Yeah, I'm running low
on sympathy.
- Hey, how about some sympathy
for the nine-year-old kid
whose life was ruined
because of this guy?
I went to see Ramsey
to make sure
that you were safe.
He had requests.
I had requests.
- That's right,
keep defending yourself.
Double down on the betrayal.
- You really wanna
go down that road, Harlee?
- I needed you today.
Everything that I know
is broken.
I'm broken.
And you made me think
that I was crazy!
- Yeah, but at least
you get to go home tonight.
Whether you want
to admit it or not,
trauma has its fallout,
and until you're right again,
I had to get the target
off of your back.
- Oh, so this had
nothing to do
with you and your
vengeance quest?
- This is about you
getting to see
Cristina grow up.
Ramsey's more dangerous
than you realize.
- Than I realize?
Nava's dead.
And his killer
probably wears a badge.
- Until I take it from him.
- You know what
the real tragedy is here?
That the next time
you're actually
trying to protect me,
I'm gonna wonder
if I'm being played.
- Won't stop me
from doing it again,
so take your grief
and your guilt
and take it all out on me.
At least it keeps you alive.
*
- Give me your keys.
*
I'm taking your car.
*
I'm glad you got
your revenge, Woz.
*
I hope that it cures
everything that you need it to.
*
- I have a speech prepared.
Do you want to hear it?
- Uh, I think it's more
of a Cliff Notes night, baby.
- At its core,
it's an apology, but...
I still effectively maintain
that family is worth defending.
- I agree,
but what some girl says
at school
is not something you have
to defend me against.
I've gotten through worse.
- Do you think
you're gonna get through this?
- Well, I got a pretty
damn good reason
to make sure that I do.
Look, I know
this hasn't been easy.
You've had to deal
with things that...
most people would
never even understand.
You must feel...
- Frustrated.
A little.
It's mostly just because
I can tell
that there's something
going on beneath the surface.
*
You don't always
have to be strong for me.
It can work both ways.
We're a team.
- A pretty damn good one.
- Always will be.
- I can handle the truth.
I'm not a kid anymore.
- Truth about what?
- Why Nava was killed.
*
Do you know?
*
- It was a revenge killing.
*
Ex-con who just got released.
Nava was the prosecutor
who secured his conviction
five years ago.
- I'm so sorry, Mom.
They get the guy?
*
- Woz got him.
- Where you at, man?
- Right here,
right here, right here!
- Not bad for a grandma,
my man.
- There, get his side, now!
- All right, all right.
All right.
- Yo, you need to--
- Yo, Hobo.
Right on time.
Beautiful night for a refund.
You got my $200K, right?
- I always deliver.
Come on, let's take a walk.
- Facing reality.
Good on you.
- I knew this kid
from the projects of New Lots.
Grew up with
absolutely nothing.
He didn't have
a pot to piss in.
But eventually,
he crawled himself
out of that poverty.
He did whatever
he had to do,
built himself a kingdom,
and then once he got on top,
he got cocky.
He got lazy.
Foolish.
He made a bad choice.
- Hold up. Is that Quince?
- Yeah, he went up against
the wrong adversary.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- I think our debt is paid.
Unless you have any objections.
- No, we're cool.
Forget the cash.
- * Inside us
* Is like fire
- You want a turn?
- Nah, twice dead
is good enough for me.
- Thanks for the assist
today.
You just bought me some sleep.
- What?
- It's good to be back.
- * Hey, hey,
watch how we do this *