02x04 - Daddy's Girl

[bunniefuu]

"Shades of Blue"...
I told you a corrupt politician

was gonna come to you asking
you to let the mobster walk.

You and your dirty cops
were walking around

breathing free air because you agreed

to deliver that politician.

- You paid him to go away?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna give you
the money I promised you

- and you're gonna disappear.
- [grunts]

Her daughter d*ed from a drug overdose

right after we had a fight.

Was Donnie the first one?

Tom Verco, Internal Affairs.
Keep up the good work.

Every member of his team has a role.
I think you're the fall guy.

You can play all the mind
games you want.

Doesn't change the fact
that I'm a good cop.

Are you a clean one? Drug test.

If you tap long enough, you will
always find a weak spot.

How else do you think
I found your freezer?

- Do I know you?
- Your dad hired his law firm

to force your mom to let you see us.

Terrence Linklater,
the ghost who masterminded

- the armored car heist.
- [g*nsh*t]

We stick to the assignment. Julia Ayres.

She got my partner k*lled.

I suggest you get rid of the body.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

How did we end up here, Woz?

Practice. And your friend Stahl.

You should have let me
do the world a favor

and dispose of that psychopath

when I had my hands
wrapped around his neck.

Yeah, life in Leavenworth

for k*lling a federal agent
is not a way out.

I don't know,
an eight-by-ten is sounding

very appealing right now.

- Or we could talk to Julia.
- No.

Find out if there's any truth
to what Stahl told us.

- I said no.
- Finally get ahead

of this thing or at least talk to him

so we can understand
what we're dealing with.

There's nothing to understand.

And you're willing to bet
your freedom on that?

Everything you've worked for?

- Everyone who works for you?
- [phone ringing]

What are you doing up so early?

[siren blaring]

Two teenage girls. Opiate overdose.

One DOA, the other in full arrest.

- How old?
- I don't know, maybe?

The paramedics have the scene.

Anyone notify the families?

No, we're still working on IDs.

Tufo and Espada responded to
a : a.m. noise complaint

from our guys at the bakery.

They knocked on the apartment door,

the kids flew out like roaches.

And no one bothered
to call an ambulance?

We wouldn't have even noticed
the victims

had we not done a sweep.

Woz, we got all hands on deck,
you don't need to...

Canvass the area.

It would be admitting weakness.

It's more of a compulsion.

As if reliving his daughter's su1c1de,

he could save her this time.

Well, you go home, change.
Go hug your own.

We got him.

Go.

[indistinct chatter]

[siren blaring]

Buckets of stupid for a Tuesday.

It's hard when they're so young.
No drivers' license.

Looks like pharma was their poison.

It's labeled Oxy.

Loman's over there
sweating the rave host.

Get a confession?

Names of kids at the party.
I'll check social media.

Underage drinking, drug abuse.

Your roof. Your responsibility.

I told him, I just invited
a couple of friends over

- to kick off Ditch Day.
- Ditch Day?

A tradition. Kids at my school
do it this week every year.

We post a few pics
and the party blew up.

Things got out of hand.

I didn't know half the people.

Those girls brought whatever they took.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

Thought you had a late bell today.

Added rehearsal.

When did it become a crime
to get to school early?

I just wanted to be here
before you woke up.

I can make my own breakfast, Mom.

Cereal al dente.

Roll out was that bad last night?

[exhales sharply]

Sorry.

Sometimes it's just hard to keep
work outside the door.

You don't have to. I get it.

Cop jargon, keen observational skills.

Be careful. Uncle Woz might
put you on a stakeout.

[chuckles]

Mom, what is that? What?

You have blood on your neck.
Did you get hurt?

No.

No, somebody else did.

Way before we got there.

You know what?

I'm gonna stay home until second bell.

- I'll take the demerit.
- No, no demerit.

- Just go to rehearsal.
- I can skip.

I totally know my part.

Well, I'm still learning mine, so...

I think you got it covered.

I'm just gonna take a shower
and rush back.

I love you, all right?

Just go make beautiful music.

The city really needs it today.

Morning, Detective.

How many more bodies
can your conscience carry?

Because I've hit max.

Don't mistake me for a priest, Harlee.

And you're a free woman now.

Just don't get into any trouble.

What? Like summarily executing
a suspect?

We at the Bureau are precluded

from discussing ongoing investigations.

Oh, now you're going to read
me the manual after last night?

What happened last night?
Did you have a nightmare?

Yeah. I was caught
in a twisted vengeance quest.

I had to make sure
Wozniak got the message

and started to take me seriously.

So this isn't about your dead partner?

Is there even a dead partner?

Found in a car. sh*t in the head,

and the heart, with his tongue cut out.

Because of Julia Ayres.

You look a little worn out, Harlee.

Why don't you come on up?
I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Maybe you'll learn a thing
or two about your precinct.

Add drug trafficking to death and taxes.

The choices are
willful ignorance or regulation.

Wait, I don't get it. So you
let certain dealers operate?

We control who, what, and where.

But when a -year-old girl
doesn't make it to ,

somebody's not following the rules.

I want you to smack this guy
square in the face

- when I give you the signal.
- Huh?

Lieutenant Wozniak.
I was starting to think

- you took early retirement.
- You're gonna wish I had.

- Who's this guy?
- A disgruntled customer.

Yo, I can't leave
with a half moon in my head.

- Get a hat.
- Get out!

I have a phone, you know.
I could give you my digits.

Did you forget our arrangement?

No slinging near schools.
And absolutely no minors.

That rock you were under
must have bumped your head.

Fentanyl sold as OxyContin.

One girl's in the morgue,
the other's in ICU.

It ain't mine and it ain't new.

Been floating around two weeks now.

Loman?

- Yeah.
- Yo, I respect your rules.

But while you were sleeping,
these guys showed up,

the import the Fentanyl from China,

recut it, and sell it at % profit.

They never got your playbook.

Well, where do I send it?

Do I look like your CI?

You want to control flow,
you gotta stick around.

We've had out hands full.

[scoffs]

The other brother you had was scarier.

Loman, give Devonte a new look.

Something scarier.

Relax, kid. I'm just messing.

And it ain't my problem
if some hopped up gumby

pushes into your safe zone.

It takes a village. Hey, come here.

Now, speak. Talk!

Word is they work a route
at the bodega near th Street.

This is a gentle reminder.

- My problems are your problems.
- [screaming]

Before I developed a taste
for corrupt cops,

I managed operatives for more
traditional criminal syndicates.

Those who can't dance, handle.

Well, I didn't exactly fit the profile

for this particular line
of undercover work, Harlee.

Take a seat. I won't be staying.

Okay.

My partner got cold feet

for months into penetrating
Bianchi's mob syndicate.

Constant pressure, paranoia, you know.

It was your job to talk him down?

I got his head back in the game.

And then I briefed a Brooklyn
Community Crime Initiative Board

and there was this certain councilwoman,

an ex-cop, real law and order type,

kept probing me on my inside guy.

And two weeks later,
his widow got a flag.

And I got a transfer.

You gave up an undercover's identity?

Not his name, no.

All she needed was confirmation

that we had infiltrated
Bianchi's organization.

It doesn't mean Julia fingered him.

You gotta separate personal loss
from circumstance.

Well, sometimes a struggle is so primal

we're compelled to take justice
into our own hands.

Don't you agree?

Are you sure that it's justice
you're seeking?

I know what I want, Harlee,
and what I expect,

and by now I think you'd realize

how committed I am to getting it.

Then let me give you what you want.

There's a reason that Julia
trusts Wozniak.

He doesn't see her the way you do.

Yeah.

How do you see her?

Julia was in my unit.
I put my life in her hands.

But if you're right, if she's changed,

give me a lead so I can see for myself

and convince Wozniak.

Well, Harlee, you know
that I can't explicitly

divulge information regarding
on ongoing FBI investigation.

I can't. But you have a badge,

and you're not my asset anymore.

Campaign contributions
are a matter of public record.

I can't stop you from looking
into your own backyard

or into your own unit's associations.

Perhaps a direct connection

between a certain elected official

and a mafia money-laundering
front can be proven.

Or a conspiracy put to rest.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[intercom beeps]

Incoming call
on your William Clark line.

Mm, put her through to my cell.

Hello?

Hi, uh, this is Cristina Santos.

I'm Miguel Zepeda's daughter.
I met you at my grandmother's.

Right, right, the musician.
Of course I remember.

I had some questions, and,

well, I was thinking maybe
I could, you know,

help you with information
to track down my dad.

If you have time, at some point,

maybe we could meet up today.

Absolutely.

That... Cristina,
it would be my pleasure.

[monitor beeping]

Tox screen confirms Fentanyl

and they were able to stabilize her.

She's unconscious, but we got an ID

off of her swim team photo.
Straight A student.

Her parents there yet?

On a train back from an
overnight in Connecticut.

It took some convincing
for them to believe

that we had the right girl.

Deep down, they knew.

Stay there until they show.

What for? It's a waiting game now.

Hospitals are cold places.

I don't want her there by herself.

You just asked me to go get coffee.

To make sure you don't have
a hearing problem.

When I tell you
to do something, you do it.

No hesitation.

You talking about the barbershop?

We have enough heat
from Internal Affairs

on us right now.

And the guy already gave us
what we needed.

We control the streets
because they believe we do.

If they stop believing,
it stops being true.

Why did you pick me to be in this squad?

What are you writing a memoir?

I'm curious.
Of all the recruits, why me?

I didn't pick you. You picked us.

Nah. I heard that you hand
pick every member of your crew.

- [chuckles] Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- And where'd you hear that?
- Internal Affairs.

When you sh*t that drug dealer
playing video games,

we saved you.

When it came time to save us,

you came through.

That's how you get on this team.

I'm barely spoken to as is.

And when I am spoken to,
it's somebody telling me

that I gotta punch somebody in the face.

Or I gotta keep my mouth shut, Loman.

Makes you wonder what my role
really is here, Woz.

Your role is to stop leaving
dead bodies in your wake,

keep your eyes open, and to get coffee.

Inconclusive? What does that mean?

I think it means not conclusive.

Only you're conclusively on dr*gs.

Can I remind you
that I was sh*t, Espada?

Thank God for lab error.

Who's side are you on anyways?

Would you rather I got suspended?

So what now?

Internal Affairs gonna hand you
another pee cup?

Think the whole concept
of random drug testing

is you don't know when it's coming.

You don't really believe that.

Look, I'm better at this game
than Velcro,

Verco, whatever his name is.

I don't know. He seems pretty attached.

I went painkiller free
last night, cold turkey.

So aside from the five alarm
fire burning a hole

through my shoulder, I'm good to go.

Not if you don't button it up.

[groans] A feel a wave
of nausea coming on.

Tess cleared an IA drug test?

About time she caught a lucky break.

She took the test yesterday?

And they're not gonna follow up
with another test?

Not for now. But the rat
squad's not done packing up yet.

All the more reason
to keep our own house in order.

Feel like doing a wellness check?

Not the old lady on Fulton.

There's never anybody
outside her window.

No. This one's been under our protection

for a couple of years.

Terry running book out of the pool hall?

I think Terry's upgraded.

He's been making serious
political contributions

over the past six months, all cash.

Well, what are we looking at him for?

I saw him driving a new Acura.

You think he's tapped
a new revenue stream?

I think we should know
what our connections are into,

you know,
with Internal Affairs hovering.

And approaching for landing.

Crime lab fast-tracked
your drug analysis.

Pills at the OD'd girls' scene,
counterfeit.

Fentanyl repackaged as OxyContin.

Harlee, do I look like this guy?

More hair, better manners.

'Cause I'm fairly confident
I requisitioned that analysis.

My name's right here: Carlos Espada.

Yeah? I find any piece of evidence

with your names on it fascinating.

Like the fact that dispatch sent patrol

after your crew had already showed up.

Bakery next door has Espada's card,

- called him direct.
- Interesting again.

There's no record of your crew
responding to that call.

You guys have a real talent
for being the first

to show up at crime scenes.

You haven't tried their sticky buns.

You know what I mean?

I helped my abuela write up a list

of my father's friends and relatives.

You have a future as a detective.

[scoffs] Not if I can help it.

Well...

look, the truth is, Cristina,

I've run into a bit of a dead end here.

My client, the law firm,
they've dropped the search.

There's nothing I can do

to convince you to continue looking?

Maybe your mom can help with the search.

Maybe hell will freeze over.

You'd be surprised.

Despite estrangements,
co-parents are bonded for life.

And by you, in this case.

So was he really looking to get custody?

Fathers who want a relationship

with their children never give up.

What if they were offered
an entirely new life?

Well, a new life would be very
hard to come by for an ex-con.

What if he had a lot of cash?

That would require a sizeable amount.

Hard to acquire
without committing a crime,

and that would leave a trace.

Unless someone were to...
give it to him, right?

Right, but then there's
a question of motive.

Why would someone give him
that kind of cash

and what would they expect in return?

That he'd be out of our lives
without even saying good-bye.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, that... that was one
of the first things

that caught my attention.

He sent me a weirdo text.

Didn't even really sound like him.

He sent you a text?

Can I see it?

If Terry's suddenly flush,

you'd think he could afford
a can of paint.

So we turn him upside down

and see what loose change falls out.

Think Terry's into that much trouble?

I think nobody likes to be shaken down.

♪ It's my turn to love and be loved ♪

♪ It's my turn ♪

Thought you guys were out
of the game for a while.

What, no hello? We missed you, Terry.

Figured we'd come by, sh**t a few racks.

I'd tell you to put your hips into it,

but that seems to come natural.

We hear you're into
current events, Terry.

Pouring money into city politics
like you're a Rockefeller.

I'm a sucker for worthy causes.

How much small book does it
take to cover

- that tricked out Acura?
- What Acura?

Ow!

Foul. Respot.

Gotta watch where you put those fingers.

Terry, I forget,

where do you keep your numbers' stash?

Okay, my great aunt Sandy d*ed.

Crazy old bat didn't trust banks.

They found a hundred G's
in the mattress.

Jesus! Crazy bitch.

Try again, Terry.

I'm just a facilitator.

Cash filters through the bar,
I let it happen.

You don't say no to these guys.

Look, I get it.

All right, you needed cash,

you got in with the wrong people.

Tell us who they are
and we can protect you.

Well, who's gonna protect you?

Eight ball, corner pocket.

As a friend, I'm telling you,

forget the last five minutes
of your life

and walk away. Trust me.

There's gotta be grand there.

Tell your friends they can
claim this within hours,

or I give it to charity.

You can tell them in person
when they catch up with you.

You lost, sweetheart?

Hey. s worth.

s worth of directions?

How about directions to
someone who can help me score.

Okay, all right, now we're talking.

How much and of what?

, Oxy.

- I need a smile.
- [sighs]

Done.

I'm not running a drive thru.

You gotta step out to get served.

You know, guys usually open
the door for me.

I'm setting expectations
so you never say

I don't treat you like I used to.

That's charming.

Slip the cash in that cup.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Up against the car. Up against the car.

What, you're not gonna smile for me?

Come on, Skippy.

It's a younger demo out there.
It might be smart to sympathize.

And sympathize I do,

but a "casualty" happens in a w*r.

Let's go with "casualness"
and avoid contributing

to the death of the English language.

Julia.

- Got a minute?
- Harlee?

Unless you have a pitch
on affordable housing,

this is a bad time.

I thought that was an oxymoron
in this town.

See if you can fit that in.
Type quickly.

I see time hasn't eroded your tenacity.

No, but it's given me
an appreciation for discretion.

Austin, make sure the revisions

get to the teleprompter this time.

- Thank you, and thank you.
- You're welcome.

Walk with me.

Looking into one of your major donors.

Terry Nabb. Owns Sharky's
Billiards on Bushwick.

- You know him?
- I have a lot of donors.

This one's been getting
a lot of attention lately.

Then I hope he has my poster
in his window.

Espada and I had a run in
with him today.

We confiscated large amounts
of illicit cash on site.

You know I've always attracted
guys with rough edges.

I think we have that in common.

Thing change.

Yeah, on the outside.

Enough to convince most people.

All right, I will refund
Mr. Nabb's generous donation,

okay?

If I enter this into evidence,
someone less friendly

might offer Mr. Nabb a deal
to develop a bigger conspiracy.

Mafia investing in local politics.

I wanted to make sure
that didn't smear an old friend.

You know, maybe we should
catch up over a drink

before you get too busy
down in that evidence room.

: , our place?

That works.

Oh and, Harlee?

We really have to stop meeting
like this.

And now, please give a warm welcome

to your next mayor, Julia Ayres.

[cheers and applause]

So what, yo, bitch picked up
a burger bag

with some dope in it.

Any junkie could have put it there.

Yeah, tell that to the crime lab techs.

Nobody read me my Miranda's, so...

Whoops, watch your step.

Loman, warm him up in the box.

The Lieutenant will be right there.

No, I'm right here now.

We have a serious problem.

We got three serious problems.

I got a dead girl, I got one
who's barely breathing,

and you're standing between me

and the guy who sold them the dr*gs.

Sharky's Billiards.

I did a little recon on our friend.

Loman, put him
in the interrogation room.

Oh, I see how it is.

So b*tches be calling
all the sh*ts around here, huh?

You want to redeem yourself with me,

start by following orders.

Orders like, "Hey, Harlee,

"pool hall down on Bushwick
is running small book and dice.

Go down there and sign them up
for protection."

- What's your point?
- It's not small book.

It's a money laundering drop.

, that Espada and I just
confiscated from Terry's bar.

Fine. Now you know
who to bring it back to.

It's mafia money.

Flying under our protection
straight into Julia's pocket.

You really need her
to be worse than you, don't you?

It's public record.

Terry's broke, but he's donating
the maximum to her campaign.

What the hell are you running with her?

I'm not running anything.

Well, somebody is.
And you cannot tell me

that it's a coincidence that
a mafia drop ties back to Julia.

Julia is one of our own.

Is she? Because this is not
the Julia that I know.

You don't know her like I know her.

Parents make it to the hospital?

Well, she'll never know.

Woz, listen, um,

the paramedics resuscitated her on site,

but she had been deprived
of oxygen for too long.

CT scan confirms the girl is brain dead.

The doctors knew it all along, but...

Parents have to be
the first ones notified

of a child's death.

[door buzzes]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You just graduated to double homicide.

You better get me that lawyer then.

I know somebody
smarter than you packaged this,

so I want to know their names

and the location of the rest of it.

And I want a chick
with big hands and no teeth.

Loman, leave the room
and close the door.

♪ ♪

They say one of these pills

takes away all the pain.

Now if that were true,

you wouldn't need two.

You have God himself
cradling you to sleep.

And then you reach for another one.

Now that's not numbness.

It's v*olence.

What's the saying?

"Never get high from your own supply."

- Isn't that what it is?
- Yo!

Get this psycho away from me!

I knew a girl.

She took nine of these.

How do you think that feels?

I don't know.

I don't mess
with the synthetic stuff, so...

I need to know...

for sure.

And I need you...

to show me.

[screaming]

Better hope the dude isn't a bleeder.

- Rookies always get clean up.
- [banging]

Seriously? Look, I get it's personal,

but when does one of us go in there?

Let Woz exorcise his demons,

quickest way to the dr*gs.

Anybody, get me out of here!

Remodeling or is someone
starting a drum circle?

No, it's a mouthy dealer,
our LT's just playing bad cop.

Anything that will make my job harder?

- [screaming]
- [banging continues]

Last thing I want is you
doing any more overtime.

[screaming]

Bad luck. The show's sold out.

Yeah? What's playing?
I think I heard a femur cr*ck.

Well, some prefer a casual,
seemingly innocuous approach

to interrogation,
others prefer to sell danger.

I'm familiar with the concept.

That's what keeps
Internal Affairs in business.

This isn't some
off-site freezer, all right?

There's cop etiquette.

You don't jump another
detective's investigation.

Your crew is my investigation.

All right, if you're gonna go in there,

you gotta know what you're walking into.

Loman, you got the file on this guy?

- Hey, hey!
- Woz, what are you doing?

Testing his product,
that's what I'm doing.

- How many?
- Well, I don't know,

to tell you the truth.
Maybe we should start again.

- Open that door.
- Call the paramedics.

- Open...
- Occupied.

- I need my stomach pumped.
- She's not gonna bail you out.

She took your paperwork.
Ask her if she processed it.

- Open the door!
- Still on my desk.

No record that you're
even in this place.

And I'm sure no one's
gonna be missing you.

My chest, man! Uncuff me!
I need to throw up!

Where'd you get these beauties?

Tell me where you get these beauties.

Your blood pressure is dropping.

Without medical treatment,
you're looking at organ failure.

I didn't get a name, okay?

I got a supply of sample product.

That's gonna be your last words? Huh?

That's your last words?

A mystery man gave you a free supply?

Where is it? I don't feel so good.

Where is it? Where's the stash?

- I don't feel so good.
- Where's the stash?

- Felix, tell him!
- Where's the stash?

- This isn't worth dying over!
- Where's the stash?

Hegeman Ave. Hegeman Ave.

[distorted] Wake up.
I need an EMT in here!

Suspect tried to commit su1c1de!

Hegeman. Bring me back every pill.

Come on.

Come on, stay awake.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groans]

♪ ♪

- Hey. Have you seen my mom?
- Hey.

No, we had a medical emergency
with one of the suspects.

She's with the EMTs.
You want me to radio her?

No. No, it's okay.

Just thought she might want a ride home.

I heard it's been a long day.

Will you hang out at my house some more

so my kids can grow up
to be as sweet as you?

[chuckles]

Why are you still here?
Draw the short straw?

Oh, logging overtime.

Trying to make sure
there's a comma in my paycheck.

You didn't get any of that money?

- What money?
- It's okay. My mom told me.

Told you what?

About what you guys did for us.

I know you were trying to help.

I get it. I'm not sure I do.

What are you asking me, honey?

Hey.

Loman, uh, find the stash?

Yeah, over counterfeit pills.

Testing them for Fentanyl.

Good. That dealer got amnesia
once I promised him

that Wozniak wouldn't pay him
another visit.

How'd you come up
with enough cash to pay Miguel?

Where'd you hear that?

Oh, you just missed Cristina.

She stopped by hoping to say hi to you,

but she had to split to do her homework.

Cleaned out my emergency fund.

Really? Because she seemed concerned

that we were all going to get arrested.

I think she's just confused
and hurt right now.

[exhales sharply]

So before the heist,
how come no one thought

to give me a head's up that I
might never see my kids again?

We all knew the risks.

You sent Cristina

to your sister's, Harlee.

You knew something that we didn't.

That seems to be going around lately.

Oh, yeah? How do you figure?

You couldn't sh**t a parked truck

three feet away
without those painkillers.

And it's becoming clear
you're the reason

I need them in the first place.

But somehow you pass a weapons requal

and a drug test shortly after?

What, you think I'm talking
to Internal Affairs?

That I would rat out my crew?

Everybody has their limit.

We're under a lot of pressure right now,

and I just want to make sure
we don't have any cracks.

Oh, I'm solid. Like I've always been.

Can the same be said about you?

Like I've always been.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[knocking]

Hey. Is Nate here?

Oh, yeah.

Hold on.

- Who is it?
- It's your dad, I think.

Mom's not here.
She went upstate for a few days.

It wasn't your fault.

No, this is squarely on you, Dad.

I'm not talking about your mom.

I'm a good cop.

Yeah, I know.

Made your grandpa proud.

He told me that himself.

But I haven't...

always been the perfect husband.

Look, Dad, I got risotto
on the stove, okay?

I'm a good friend.
I've been a good boss.

I've been a good soldier.

But I haven't been a good father.

Annie was crying for help...

and I missed it.

And then after she took the pills,

the silence, it w... it was deafening...

that I-I didn't...

I didn't hear you.

I'm so sorry..

I'm sorry, son.

I'm really sorry.

You'll...

you'll never forgive me

for what I did to your sister, will you?

I don't think you want to be forgiven.

Hey, Dad.

Home safe.

[dramatic music]

Safe tomorrow.

Sure I can't offer something stronger?

Something that may keep you
from being able to drive home?

[chuckles] I'm still on the clock.

About what you saw earlier today, um,

I know it wasn't pretty,
but it was time sensitive.

Your boss interrogating
a suspect into cardiac arrest?

By-the-book doesn't always
assure the best outcome.

Yeah. Throwing it out would
make all our jobs easier,

wouldn't it?

Look, I didn't come here...

I just... I just didn't want you
you think...

That you paint outside the lines?

Shocking.

I just can't catch a break.

I can't do it.

No matter how hard I try, I just...

I can't protect the people that I love

without...

hurting other people.

Maybe...

maybe you don't need to work so hard

to save them from themselves.

You're a bit of a hypocrite
in that sense, huh?

[chuckles]

Yeah, in one particular case,

but, wow, is she worth the exception.

[buzzer buzzing]

Oh, buzzer interrupts.

I'll rip that thing off the wall.

[chuckles]

Hello?

Hi, it's me. Can I come up?

You have a "hi, it's me"?

- Caroline.
- Ex-fiancée?

Uh, actually, now is not a good time.

You didn't pick up your phone.

I just want to talk.

Caroline, I don't think there's anything

left to be said.

Don't... don't leave.

Would you rather I come by the office?

Oh, it looks like
you got your hands full.

And I gotta go meet up with a friend.

- Thought you were on the clock.
- I am.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles] Lost my key.
- Maybe for the best.

I don't think I've seen you before.

- Are you new?
- Not that new.

Hope your night gets better.

♪ ♪

Chilly night.

Season's changing.

- [beeps]
- Testing, one, two, three.

- Testing.
- [beeps]

- [beeps]
- Testing, one, two, three.

- Testing.
- [beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

Now that's the Julia I know.

Yeah. Vintage me seemed
more appropriate for the venue.

Not the fanciest joint,

but at least you can
let your guard down.

Yeah.

'Cause I'm not sure I've ever
seen you let yours down.

Scotch rocks and rye neat for Her Honor.

- Hey, don't jinx me, Tommy.
- [chuckles]

So drinks are on you, right?

That's the rule when you stumble
into a bucket of money.

It was a bucket of something, all right.

You know, you were lucky
it was me that found it.

Harlee, you don't need me
to explain to you

how my world works. You're smart.

It's not so different from yours.

But we're a little bit more selective

who we let in the tent.

You mean like dealers,
pimps, and bookies?

Remember, I used to run the door
of that tent.

Then you remember that
the only reason we do it

is to keep our backyard safe.

So here's to the greater good.

To the greater good.

Who are we toasting to?

- Oh, good, you made it.
- Hey, where's my drink?

Oh, we didn't want your
Shirley Temple to get all warm.

Didn't think you'd be
in a social mood tonight.

And miss chatting with my favorites?

So, what are we chatting about?

Harlee's showing some
real interest in politics.

- Really?
- Mm.

You thinking of leaving the squad too?

Smart, tough, and camera ready.

You ought to keep your eye
on this one, Woz.

I roll better with a crew.

Not as glamorous,
but we watch each other's backs.

And forgive our faults.

Tommy! How about a whiskey?

I was just offering Julia
some scandal insurance

for her campaign.

And I was about to explain

that I don't have the luxury
of being picky

about who joins my fan club.

Look, the wrong cop gets wind of this,

and you're on the front page of
"The Times" doing a perp walk.

Harlee, I keep my house in order.

Doesn't seem that way.

Took me less than hours

to stumble across two loads
of dirty laundry.

And not the kind that leads to scandal,

but to some serious charges.

Politics at this level,
there's always a price.

I mean, take Bianchi.
It's quid pro quo...

Tommy! What the hell's
the matter with you?

Sorry, I didn't know
you were gonna reach...

Oh, it's my fault. It's my fault.

She's gonna be the next mayor!
What's the matter...

Hey, it's okay.

Get your hands off of me!

All right. Tommy, he's had a rough day.

Get out.

Hey. Yeah?

You should go home.

Yeah, okay. All right.

Hey, Harlee, it was nice
catching up with you.

Yeah.

You're making progress.

I know you can't see it, Woz.

No. You can't see it.

When my daughter d*ed, I spun out,

and I tore the city apart

looking for the dealer
who sold her the dr*gs.

Nate found him, took a bat to his head,

and left him lying in the street.

Julia covered it up.

Don't make me choose.

[door opens]

Busted.

You're the one that's busted.
Found my brown boots

and blue sweater
that Tess got me for Christmas.

Well, sharing is caring.

Yeah. Not when it's one-sided.

It doesn't count
if you didn't know about it.

[exhales deeply]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [beeps]
- I know you can't see it, Woz.

No, you can't see it.

When my daughter d*ed, I spun out,

and I tore the city apart

looking for the dealer
who sold her the dr*gs.

Nate found him, took a bat to his head,

- and left him lying...
- [static]

[phone chimes]

Who's texting you so late?

It's no one you know.