02x06 - Fracture

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

The Internal Affairs guy's
back, taking up residence.

Verco found the freezer

I think he's squeezing one of the crew.

You can play all
the mind games you want.

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

Well, ask what you want
about Donnie Pomp,

and let's get this over with.

The DEA money that was stolen

in the armored truck heist

just showed up at the scene of a bust.

Apparently Donnie Pomp is out there

spending our hard-earned, stolen cash.

Lying to the FBI is a felony.

You told Espada that Donnie's the one

who put it back into circulation.

You and I both know that's impossible.

I was your mom's training officer.

My name's Caddie.

Do you want to leave a message for her?

Delivery, actually.

You've changed the game, Harlee.

Nothing is off-limits now.

You don't have to stay for this.

A young woman
took a single GSW to the head.

The victim was engaged to James Nava.

When was the last time you saw her?

Last night. She came to my apartment.

I need you to stay away from me.

Caroline was k*lled with my g*n.

When I find the guy
that did this to you,

I'm not gonna call the cops.

Now, that clip of yours holds what?

Nine, minus the one.

That leaves a lot more b*ll*ts.

[ambient music]

What is obsession?

I mean, what is obsession?

Infatuation?

Lust?

Delusion?

Something we must consume?

Something, someone that consumes us?

To me, obsession is

an occupation.

It's a relentless occupation of my mind.

And sometimes I welcome that occupation.

Other times that occupation
takes my mind by force.

You ever see those stories,
those news stories?

People... they ignore storm warnings.

And they just walk to the beach,

like, almost expecting, hoping

a tidal wave is gonna hit? [scoffs]

I used to wonder,
what is wrong with them?

Listen to the warning.

Walk away. Be smart.

♪

I get why people are drawn to the shore.

I get why.

They can't turn away
from the wall of water

that's headed right for them...

because the wave is beautiful.

It's intoxicating.

It's seductive.

It's the living embodiment of danger.

♪

Ten minutes.

He'll show.

Nothing good happens
in the woods after midnight.

Julia set the meet. We're solid.

Was that Linda's car
I saw in the driveway?

Don't uncork the champagne.

She needs a fan belt fixed.

Have you asked her to come home?

She said all of ten words,

four of them being, "Fix my fan belt."

[chuckles] You know, she's not the one

who needs to do the talking.

[owl hooting]

[soft music]

You got to believe
that there's a path back.

It runs through...

rough terrain.

♪

And here we go.

♪

Did Julia negotiate a procedure here?

Procedure is get your g*n.

♪

And that moment on the shore

is a chance to flirt with fate...

♪

See if you can stand your ground,

dare danger to come after you,

look it in the face and say,

"I can control you.

"I can best you.

And I can make you bend to my will."

♪

Good evening, detectives.

Put the g*n back
where you found it by morning.

Oh, he gets right to it, doesn't he?

He isn't the in habit
of returning seized contraband.

I'm not in the habit
of negotiating with dirty cops

unless it's to procure services.

Two weeks grace period.

We allow you to operate
your money-laundering scheme

out of the pool hall in our backyard

until you find a new location.

And then I suggest
we give each other a wide berth.

I believe you invaded my space first.

And you got payback.

The game's a draw.

No.

I still have that important
piece of yours in play.

We'll absolve you from the hit
that you did on that girl.

Well, then...

I think we're close to an agreement.

I just need that small piece
of information...

the anonymous tip
that brought you to my door.

Look, we didn't know

you were friends with the councilwoman.

Now we understand.

I'm glad we're all friends.

So then tell me, friends,

who put you up to framing me?

End this now.

Or I promise you and your men

are gonna drown in b*ll*ts and blue.

[scoffs]

♪

I get a name,
or the bodies keep dropping.

♪

I fail.

Every time I tell myself
that I don't need the rush,

that I can control...

that I can fight temptation,

that I can control my desire,

I, uh...

I-I-I fail.

I can't stop my feet
moving toward the shore.

♪

Anyway...

thanks for letting me share.

[scattered applause]

Thank you, Sam.

The first time's always the hardest.

It's a nice way to start the day.

[chuckles] What can I help you with?

You ever seen these two guys?

If I report my g*n stolen,
worst-case scenario,

I get fired.

Worst-case scenario
is another body drops,

and your report looks like
a half-baked alibi.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

You should get some sleep.

We'd all be sleeping easier

if we just gave Bianchi
the name he's looking for.

Woz, we can't.

We even whisper Stahl's name to Bianchi,

the Feds' investigation goes belly up,

and you and the crew get rounded up.

Ah, that's a tomorrow problem.

Today we got to focus on
taking Bianchi's leverage away.

I doubt he's playing
hot potato with my g*n.

He probably has
a designated sh**t on standby.

Then back to the morgue...

whoever k*lled Caroline has your g*n.

And the best way
to find a m*rder w*apon...

both: Solve the m*rder.

♪

Funny how they always have
that same expression.

"Thank you for putting me
out of my misery"?

"I've got a secret."

It's usually who k*lled them.

Yeah, it feels like yesterday

I was asked to keep that secret on ice.

Turns out we're on a clock.

We got to find Bianchi's triggerman

before he kills again.

You two ever gonna tell me what you did

to piss off this overstuffed cannoli?

Someday. Not today.

Since I don't deal in tarot cards,

there's not much I can tell you.

We just need a place to start.

Usual suspects are no help...

no ballistics match, no fingerprints,

no trace evidence.

So you got nothing?

Not much isn't nothing.

There's semen present in the body.

No signs of sexual as*ault,
probably consensual.

♪

Was there a match in the system?

So far, no.

Based on specimen life span,
the departed Ms. Winston

had intercourse within
eight hours of her death.

If you'll excuse me,
I have three more autopsies.

♪

So this boyfriend of yours
was either screwing his ex,

or someone else saw her
before the hit man got to her.

Go talk to Nava.

It's got to be you.

Ask him if he was with her.

Look, even if it's a yes,
we all know he didn't k*ll her.

But you'll know if he's lying
or if we have a lead.

We'll stay out of the line of fire.

Meet you at the precinct.

[door opens]

As kids, all we had was each other.

[buzzer sounds in the distance]

Wallace, being the older brother,

he, uh, always looked after me.

He was my dragon slayer.

And in my neighborhood,
they had a whole lot of dragons.

You know, I've been thinking
a lot about family

and loyalty lately...

how important they are...

how fragile they are.

And I think it's about damn time
I pick up a sword

for my brother.

So I will make you this vow.

[soft music]

If you let Wallace out,

I promise he will never be
back in here again.

♪

Parole is about second chances, right?

I'm asking you to give me
a second chance

to be a better brother.

♪

Thank you, Detective.

We'll notify you
once we've made our decision.

[telephone ringing in the distance]

Detective?

[suspenseful music]

♪

[buzzer sounds in the distance]

♪

I know you're not happy
we're rescheduling.

I have to attend a funereal that day.

- I got to go.
- [cell phone beeps]

I thought you might call in sick today.

Starting a trial on a domestic v*olence.

My witness is skittish.
I need to be here.

Can I walk with you?

It's about Caroline's case.

Did you find something?

No, but the medical examiner did.

Something in the autopsy?

There's evidence that Caroline...

was with someone
in the hours before her death.

"With someone"?

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

- You think it was me.
- I didn't say that.

But it's why you're here.

No, I'm here because I'm committed

to finding her k*ller.

I can wait for the DNA analysis.

But that'll take time.

So, if there's anything
you want to tell me...

I can tell you that I'm with you,

or at least I was.

I chose you,

even when she called and called
and begged me to pick her.

You said that she
was upset when she left.

Was it about more than the teacups?

Yeah, I turned her down.

I pushed her out the door,

where some monster
put a g*n to her head...

Look, I didn't come here...

to accuse you of anything.

- Yes, you did.
- [elevator bell dings]

Do you know who this guy might be?

I don't know.

Could be Ethan...

I guess, this... this guy she
started seeing from her firm.

I thought it was for show.

What?

[soft brooding music]

I went to a Super Bowl party
at Ethan's once.

He lives three blocks from her.

That's why she cut through the park.

♪

She almost made it home.

Caroline left, like, : -ish.

She headed that way.

I got an Uber and went to the gym.

You let her walk home alone... at night?

Well, technically, it was morning.

Did you see anything different

when you walked her out,
anyone hanging around?

There were a couple of cars parked here.

I mean, one of them was my Uber driver.

I didn't see anyone
get into the other one.

Did this car follow Caroline?

Have you looked into her ex?

That guy's a real douchebag.

She had just come
from his place all upset

because they had a fight.

How about that vehicle description?

Uh, black, I think.

James Nava, her ex...

one of those square-jaw suits,

probably has whips under his bed.

Why don't we leave
the profiling to the pros?

Caroline never got over that guy.

Said he was banging
some hot skank from work.

[brooding music]

♪

Congrats, Ethan.

You're not as useless as you look.

And that douchebag ex...

he's the kind of guy
that walks a woman home.

And there's nothing under his bed...

except handcuffs...

occasionally.

You'll tell someone if
it starts talking to you, right?

What?

Man, you staring at the picture

like it's about to say something to you.

It already did.

That's weird.

I didn't think Woz knew
what a selfie was.

Verco gave this to me.

Well, consider the source, Loman.

It's probably photoshopped.

That's why I went to the marina...

[coffee pouring]

Spoke to several witnesses

that put Donnie Pomp
and Wozniak there together

multiple times.

Woz wrote the book on
"keep your enemies close," so...

Looks awfully friendly.

And where I come from,
friends don't force people

to steal for them.

Woz may not always,
you know, fill in the blanks,

but he's always looking out for us.

Yeah? Maybe he was looking

for a payday he didn't
have to split six ways.

All right...

our lieutenant may be a lot of things,

but he wouldn't cheat us.

I trust him, and you should, too.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Hey, Detective Tufo,

congratulations.

Why don't you take off that IA badge,

and let's head to the parking lot

for a little conversation?

What? I'm not always
the bearer of bad news.

Your brother got paroled...
expedited release.

You can pick him up tomorrow.

I-I don't get it. What's the angle?

There's no angle.
I mean, I said a few kind words,

but you're the one who's
responsible for his release.

I didn't ask you for any favors.

So, if you're looking
for one in return, then...

Parole board was very impressed

with your level of commitment.

You did yourself and your brother proud.

I hope you're ready
to make good on that promise.

Second chances are hard to come by.

I don't need you to tell me
how to take care of my brother.

I know. You're well aware of
all the bad elements out there.

♪

Of course, the really bad elements

you need to be worried about
are closer to home.

♪

[blinds rattle]

I got water and ketchup.

Sorry, I'm a bad host.

Trust me, I'm worse company.

- [liquid pouring]
- Water's fine.

I, uh, really appreciate you letting me

come over, man.

You need to hit a meeting?

No.

Well, I know I can't walk in with this.

[tense music]

We need to flush that right now.

No, no. No.

What's going on with you, Sam?

There's this woman.

That's a familiar story.

♪

She drives me to do things
I know I shouldn't do.

People like us... we're drawn to fire...

in whatever form.

♪

I can't, all right? That's just...

I just... I'm still too close, man.

The flame's too hot. I'm sorry, man.

Flush it.

[door opens, closes]

♪

If Caroline had practiced safe sex,

her m*rder may not have been solved.

File that under "crime stories

that I will never tell my daughter."

The security camera
caught footage of a vehicle

matching lover boy's description...

registered to Tanya Nelson.

According to Organized Crime,
she's dating this mope...

Vincent Rossi, lives here.

I've seen him...

lurking around my car
the night Caroline was popped.

Took your g*n without even asking?

Such bad manners.

[knock at door]

Chinese food delivery.

What's the point of busting a hit man

if we know he's not home?

We're not here to bust him.

We're just taking back what's mine.

Retrieve the g*n
and leave this mess behind us.

Justice for you.

Sometimes you fight to win.

Sometimes you fight not to lose anymore.

Feels like we've been having
a lot of those days lately.

Tess, hold up!

[brooding music]

Oh, guess our guy doesn't like visitors.

I've had warmer welcomes.

[windshield wipers scraping]

You know, I actually left
some police work on my desk.

Well, if it's on your desk,
you're not doing it right.

I'm just saying,
if you want to ride around

for miles in silence,

there's other things I could be doing.

Somebody on the inside
ready to talk for a deal?

That's funny that's
where your mind goes.

No, I wanted to show you
what gate to use

when you come pick up your brother.

You heard about Wallace.

Not from you.

Well, I just found out.

I-I haven't had a chance to tell you.

You could have filled that silence

you were just bitching about.

Your mood didn't exactly
pave the way for good news, Woz.

Mood.

Look, I'm gonna be the first
to a raise a glass for Wallace

if he got out the right way.

Meaning what?

Meaning after five tries,

that must be one hell of a story.

Parole approved, the end.

Now tell me the one

about Donnie sailing off
with our payday.

That one remains a mystery.

You guys didn't talk about it?

That's funny. I heard you were close.

Don't trust everything you hear.

And some things you need
to see with your own two eyes,

like you and Verco sneaking around

like some middle-school couple.

No, I think you got the monopoly

on secret relationships
with Internal Affairs.

[tense music]

I'll find my own ride back, all right?

♪

What, Internal Affairs
didn't send you a car?

You didn't negotiate
some perks in your deal?

I never known you to be a p*ssy, Woz.

You want to accuse me of
something, come out and say it.

You sold us out.

You way off your game.

You want to find the son of a bitch

who's been lying to our crew?

Go find yourself a mirror.

You sold out the freezer!

After everything we've done for you!

The only thing I gave up
was being lied to!

[groans]

I don't rat...

not for anything or anyone.

♪

I followed you through fire, Woz.

And I never blinked.

[spits]

♪

[spits]

♪

Well, his sock drawer is color coded.

And kid you not.

No gunmetal, though.

Well, OCD is probably
an asset in his line of work.

Probably under his special skills

in his Linkedln bio.

He's methodical, organized.

W . J. C.

What's that... some sort of code?

Like I said, methodical.

More like a magician,

considering how hard he's
making it to find your g*n.

Well, he must have it
on him wherever he is.

C Spring.

Willoughby number one...
that's Nava's address.

Well, that makes sense,

considering that he followed
Caroline from there.

Jay.

Centre.

Oh, my God.

What?

Downtown courthouse...
C train at : to Spring.

It's the route Nava takes every morning

to go from home to court.

Nava's his next target.

[suspenseful music]

♪

What court's he in?

Judge Bailey, third floor.

That's a pretty major escalation,

taking out an ADA.

My guy, my g*n...
name a better way to get to me.

♪

Find security.

♪

Harlee.

Have you seen this guy?

I don't think so. Who is he?

Part of a bigger problem.

Am I supposed to know what that means?

Stay here.

♪

[horn blaring]

[grunts] Hey!

Oh, I've been looking for this.

Ah, you ought to thank me.

He wasn't done with that blonde.

Shut up! Don't make me improvise.

All right, you got what
you wanted... now let me walk.

Get back to the boyfriend while
he still has his carotid artery.

[pained groans]

[groaning] Let me go, bitch!

[train horn sounding]

♪

Help!

No!

[train whooshing]

[microwave beeps]

Hey, Espada, I need you to take a break,

go over to the butcher's over on Canda.

You sending me on a rib run?

No, there's a bunch of lowlifes there.

I need you just to
get them away from there.

- On the books or off?
- Off.

[yelps]

That's what you get for lurking!

Most accidents happen... ah...

because people exercise poor judgment.

Go get some cold water on it,

'cause someone's where
they shouldn't be!

[groaning]

- Go wash it off!
- Yeah, thanks!

[suspenseful music]

Ah! [grunts]

♪

[cell phone beeps]

[cell phone beeps, clicking]

[camera shutter clicks]

[door opens]

Better watch where you're going.

Those posts don't yield.

You know that b*llet in the blonde's

gonna tell a story
you don't want anyone to hear.

Oh, depending upon the author,

a story can change.

Last I checked,
an arrest wasn't on the agenda.

Vincent Rossi...

Bianchi's hit man.

He went after Nava in public.

I couldn't let him walk.

Or a dark corner
and a b*llet in the head

would have solved the problem.

Caroline's family
deserves actual justice.

Justice wasn't a priority yesterday.

Priorities change.

And I guess where you spend your nights

has nothing to do with it, huh?

I'm gonna need that drop g*n of yours,

the one that actually makes a set

with the official ballistics.

So you're gonna frame
the actual m*rder*r.

That's rich.

Do you have it?

You think Bianchi's gonna come up

and shake your hand and
congratulate you for the win?

Do you know how much fuel
you're throwing on the fire now?

I swore to protect and serve.

[chuckles dismissively]

Is that him?

James, if you go anywhere near him,

you'll give his lawyer leverage.

I just want to ask him a few questions.

And you know better.

We're building our case.

You got to have a theory.

Come on, Harlee, he was coming after me.

I got a right to know.

He works for Michael Bianchi.

It's not your fault.

Caroline was gunned down by an associate

of someone I prosecuted.

It's sure as hell not a coincidence.

I know you prosecutors
have a God complex,

but you can't control fate, all right?

And if you try to
make sense of everything,

you're gonna make yourself crazy.

What about you?

Too late. I'm already crazy.

No, no, you testified against Bianchi.

You just arrested one of his guys.

- I was doing my job.
- So was I.

Now Caroline's dead.
A gunman came after me.

I'm not supposed to worry
about what happens next time

you're alone somewhere?

Look, you got enough to carry
without worrying about me.

[dramatic music]

I got a feeling
I signed up for that job...

permanently.

♪

[dial tone drones]

[number pad beeping]

[line trilling]

Federal Bureau of Investigations.

How may I direct your call?

♪

I'd jump.

Drowning's much more pleasant
than what I have planned.

And here I thought your reaching out

was a sign of progress.

You target Julia. You att*ck my family.

You ruin me and Harlee.

And now you're messing
with me and my people.

As usual, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You're feeding information
to Internal Affairs

about my crew.

Internal Aff...

Why would I talk to Internal Affairs?

I quit trying to figure out

your methods with dressed-up hookers.

Try thinking further

than six inches in front
of your face, Lieutenant.

I don't need Internal Affairs
to take you down.

And there's only one thing

that's keeping me from doing it myself.

I know for a fact it's an FBI source.

Let me be very clear about something.

I will dismantle any part
of your life I need to

to get what I want, but on this,

I'm not your guy.

You've lost control...

'cause somebody in your sandbox

is trying to bury your investigation.

[ominous music]

♪

You send me on a cleanup

while you're out busting mobsters.

Sounds like you've been plenty busy.

I got a tip. I called Harlee.

- What's the tip?
- Is this an interrogation?

Seems like you two
were working on a case all day,

keeping it from the rest of us.

Two girls busting assassins
is a thr*at now?

You pick up a mob enforcer,

you put a target on all our backs.

It'd be nice to at least get a heads-up.

What happened to your lip?

Nothing these walls want to hear.

You solved the m*rder?

I got to take this down to evidence.

Tell me a story?

How do you feel
about unsolicited advice?

Keep in mind, I am wiser
and have more experience.

Depends on the arena.

Is it about being a cop?

If you have to think about something

for more than five minutes,
you already know the answer.

Did you know Woz
and Donnie Pomp were friends?

Where's this coming from?

It's coming from me, asking you.

All I know is that Donnie was dirty.

Pulled us into a job.

That doesn't sound like friendship.

Well, I've seen evidence
that suggests otherwise.

Check your source.

It's a force of habit.

You know, I believed everything
that man ever told me,

just accepted it as fact.

But outside of what he told us,

what do we really know about
what went down with Donnie Pomp?

Well, Donnie's in the wind,
and the money's gone.

And Woz loves you. Those are the facts.

So, whatever else
is messing with your head,

let it go.

Here you go. And sign here.

[line trilling]

Hi. You've reached Linda Wozniak.

- Please leave a...
- [cell phone beeps]

Hi. You've reached Linda Wozniak.

Please leave a message.

[dialing]

[line trilling]

Matt, I-I can't talk right now.

Just... just listen.

I'm in a bookstore.

People listen in bookstores.

O-okay, please?

I'm listening.

Remember the apartment a-at Park Slope?

I think Nate was, like, five or six?

What about it?

I was remembering the, um...

the window above the bedroom.

And...

I used to look back at it
when I was on my way

off to the night shift.

Yeah, I remember.

I didn't sleep for a year.

You never really had
anything to worry about.

I used to watch...

you and Nate reading to each other.

And...

there... there was just no way

that I was not coming home.

Well, that was a long time ago.

Look, Linda...

[sniffles] We're... we're family.

That's what I was remembering.

It... it's not me against the world.

[sniffles] It's us.

And I should have told you this...

[gasps]

I should have told you this before.

[sniffles]

I-I don't know why I didn't, but...

I-I-I love you.

I...

That's it.

- Bye.
- [cell phone beeps]

[dial tone drones]

[cell phone beeps]

Thinking of escaping?

[suspenseful music]

Excuse me?

[chuckles]

Travel section.

Oh, right. No, no.

I was, uh... dreaming.

♪

You should make your husband
take you someplace warm...

Before the weather takes a brutal turn.

♪

I'm a half a block from my house.

David Zachariah's a
Does it have to be tonight?

You can tell Christina
I'll have you home early.

Be there in an hour.

We need to clear the air around us

before we choke on it.

I can think of more secure
locations than the freezer

for this mysterious powwow...
like pretty much anywhere.

It passed inspection.

We're solid on that front.

Always bombs going off somewhere.

You launched a pretty big one
at Bianchi.

Look, I know it's not
a play you would have called,

but I appreciate you having my back.

I just got tired
of dancing with the Devil.

At least when we're dancing,
you know where his hands are.

Yeah, I thought if I got
my hands on my g*n,

that would be enough,
but now I realize it's not.

Bianchi will keep coming
until he gets what he wants.

You can handle the heat.

Just keep your head on a swivel.

The music's still playing.

[dog barking in the distance]

[dramatic music]

♪

[siren wailing in the distance]

♪

Drop it, or I drop you!

I'm sorry! Please, don't sh**t.

Mom! Oh, my God.

- Get back inside!
- Put your g*n down!

God, are you okay, Monica?

You weren't answering your phone.

Wait. You know her?

She was at the window. I thought...

Are you serious?
You could have hurt someone!

[breathing heavily]

[door slams]

You want to tell me what that was?

That was my friend from school!

- That's your story?
- What?

What, you think I don't know that Miguel

has a niece named Monica?

- Do not do that thing.
- What thing?

The thing where you spiral
out of what we're talking about

and you put me on the
defensive for something else.

Okay, all right, all right.
It was a mistake!

I...

I overreacted, okay?

I...

[sighs]

You know what? No.

No, I'm...

I'm not gonna put you
in the middle of this.

In the middle of what?

I solved a m*rder case today.

Okay.

Isn't that your job?

Yes, but sometimes me doing my job

makes other people angry.

[scoffs]

Mom...

♪

Are you in danger?

I'm... I'm taking care of it, okay?

[sighs]

Which is why you freaked out?

Which is why I freaked, yeah.

Look, Christina, baby, I...

I hate that I have
to ask you to do this,

but I have no choice, all right?

You're gonna have...

You need me to go to Aunt Gemma's.

Yes.

I'll take care of this
as quickly as I can.

I promise, but if there
is even the slightest chance

- that something could...
- Mom, Mom, it's okay.

It's okay.

I get it.

You need me to be safe,

but I really need you to be safe, too.

You got to come with me.

This is my responsibility.

And I can't hide.

I have to stay here and take care of it.

What about taking care of yourself?

Please.

Please, Mom.

You got to come with me.

♪

[moody rock music playing over stereo]

♪

Hey.

Hey, you're two drinks late.

I was on time when I parked.

Just couldn't seem to get out the car.

I'm not complaining.

The Greeks had this tradition.

When they landed on an enemy's shore,

they b*rned their own boats.

Why's that?

No turning back.

The only thing you could trust

is the man that was next to you.

No turning back.

♪

Come with me. Kevin, keep it.

♪

You want to tell me what this is about?

Here, until you get one of your own.

It was Saperstein's.
He won't mind, I promise.

I'm good.

Suit yourself.

Who's the tough guy with no coat?

What is this, the popsicle heist?

Inner sanctum.

Crew business only.

Away from prying eyes and ears.

And hostile parties.

Sorry. It was almost like trying

to park in New York out there.

Put this on.

I'm not cold.

Hey, don't be a hero.

It's called being numb.

Don't worry. We won't be here that long.

Man, you just got here,

and you're already laying out
the agenda, huh?

What are we doing here?

Um...

I-I-I was never big on confessionals.

You need to get right with somebody,

you have a face-to-face.

Now, Internal Affairs
has been everywhere,

making us think that they're
looking around the corner.

It got to my head.

And I thought somebody was talking.

[dramatic music]

It turns out
that it was smoke and mirrors,

but the damage was done...

as soon as I started doubting
the people in this room.

♪

It won't happen again.

So we're supposed to what?

We're all supposed to
hold hands and sing Kumbaya,

pretend like everything's okay?

Families fight.

They fight, and then they move on.

Or they don't make it.

You're right, Lieutenant.

I mean, you're not big on confessionals,

but then again, I don't think
you understand how they work.

- Loman...
- One of us is talking.

And it's not Internal Affairs
who's listening.

[tense music]

Our fearless leader...

a man so obsessed

with loyalty and obedience...

Is working with the FBI.

♪

I saw you meeting with the Feds...

same agent who picked me up
after the heist.

I followed you.

Lieutenant Wozniak is the rat.

♪

What's he talking about, Woz?

Loman, don't burn the boat.

Answer the question, Woz.

It's not true.

- Yes, it is, Harlee.
- No.

Harlee, don't.

Wozniak isn't the informant.

♪

I am.