02x02 - Eye of the Hurricane

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Shades of Blue":

Come on, almost a year now

we've been together.

I wanna be with you, Matt.

There's something you should see.

- Donnie's dead.
- [g*nsh*t]

Loman k*lled him in self-defense.

Internal Affairs looks after their own.

Same as us.

She's an escort,
she says he calls her Harlee.

Where do you want it?

Camera in the bedroom, I guess.

Who's in charge, Harlee?

You own me.

What is it you want?

I could use a dirty cop.

What did you agree to do?

[groans]

Interesting dining utensil.

Smooth plant, sweetheart.

The Mafia isn't your target.

- Gold star, Detective.
- Then who is?

So what's the occasion?

Have you signed the file on Bianchi?

If you were to drop the charges...

Jules, I can't.

The U.S. Attorney
had his DNA on the w*apon.

Then why isn't he doing life upstate?

Hurricane Sandy.

Evidence was lost in the floodage.

You wore a wire, and you're a rat!

I will never trust you again.

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[water splashing]

♪ ♪

You're a liar, you're a coward,

and you're a rat!

[Sia's "Alive" playing]

♪ I was born in a thunderstorm ♪

I will never trust you again.

♪ I grew up overnight ♪

Ever.

♪ I played alone,
I'm playing on my own ♪

♪ I survived ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ I wanted everything I never had ♪

♪ Like the love that comes with light ♪

♪ I wore envy and I hated that ♪

♪ But I survived ♪

[bell ringing]

I thought I b*at you here.

You want to share a piece
of banana cream?

I'm good.

You got here early.

Won't eat.

Took the seat facing the door.

What is this? A cop meeting?

We're a couple of cops, aren't we?

Well, it doesn't have
to be banana cream.

I'm willing to negotiate.

Just not blueberry.

[bell ringing]

I asked you here so you can translate.

I don't speak rat.

Well, it's nice to see
you two have made up.

I'd hate for bad blood
to come between good people.

There's nothing like a common thr*at

to bring people together.

I'm sorry to upset your common ground,

but you and I are square, remember?

And if you'll excuse us,
my asset and I have a meeting.

You keep his calendar too?
Because it's proven hard

to get an audience for
the past three weeks.

Isn't that right, Lieutenant?

I told you a corrupt politician
was gonna come to you

asking to let the mobster walk.

You and your merry band of
dirty cops are walking around,

breathing free air because
you agreed to deliver

that politician to me.

One bone and rib eye steak,

blueberry pie,

and one child's Wily Smiley Short Stack.

I went ahead and ordered for us.

She was seen entering your
precinct and asking for you

a day after Bianchi's arrest,
and yet I can't seem to get

so much as a return phone call from you.

I'll give you a hint because I can tell

you're having trouble with this.

Give me a name.

I'll give you a name.

Harlee Santos.
Witness for the prosecution,

appearing in court tomorrow
to perjure herself

in a mob case...

- thanks to you.
- We all have our skill sets.

I'm guessing that
Councilwoman Julia Ayres

will be following this hearing closely.

That's Woz-speak for,

"I won't say anything about Julia,

"and I would never
would've made this deal

if you hadn't lied to me."

I did not lie to him;
I offered him a way out.

Of a trap that you set.

Julia's one of us.

You knew that he would never
agree to take her down.

Sounds like you'd rather
see him in prison.

We have already framed

a high-value Mafia target for you.

You're the FBI.

You want to go after our friend Julia?

Do it yourself.

How do you think we at
the FBI do that, Harlee?

Undercover operations, surveillance...

and through informants.

You know what I miss?

Jukeboxes.

Every diner used to have a jukebox.

All the classics for a quarter.

You can go hump your fist
would be my translation.

[chuckling]

You know why diners don't have
jukeboxes anymore, Detective?

- They're irrelevant.
- [chuckling]

Nostalgia's nice,

but it's not gonna help you
escape the present,

and presently, you are an FBI asset

who's made a commitment.

I just like pushing buttons.

I don't need a translation.

Do the job you agreed to do,

or you and your devoted crew
are gonna be strolling down

memory lane from your x cement rooms.

Interpret that.

How long do you think ordering
from the kids menu will work?

Everyone's got a family to protect.

He's fighting for his kid
in court right now.

Pay the check.

I have played Stahl's game.

He doesn't bluff.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Neither do I.

♪ ♪

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.

[moans]

[both panting]

Detective Santos.

Morning.

[exhales]

Good morning to you, too.

I'll call you an Uber.

[chuckles] Excuse me?

I got a big direct
examination today in court.

Some hard-nosed detective.

How did you and Lieutenant Wozniak

come upon the att*ck?

We were talking to
a confidential informant

in the neighborhood when we heard

the sounds of a struggle.

Does this scar have a story?

Mm, don't they all?

It was, uh...

surgery. I was sixteen.

Cheerleading injury?

[chuckles] Now I wanna call you an Uber.

I was on the field,
not on the sidelines.

Running track.

Were you fast?

I am fast.

We ran to help, and we found Mr. Russel.

What caused you and Lieutenant Wozniak

to enter the restaurant
before patrolmen arrived?

We discovered what
appeared to be fresh blood

on the back entrance.

We entered concerned that
there might be other victims.

Did you find any?

You are looking at the PSAL
Brooklyn Borough Champion

in the and .

Records still stand.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Why'd you hang up the cleats?
- Uh.

That.

My knee was sore. I was stubborn,

and I still had the x relay to run.

Ouch.

You hurt it on the last race?

That's what I told everybody,
but I actually hurt it

during warm-ups.

And you ran anyway?

I was the anchor.

It was my job to bring it home.

Once inside,
you discovered the defendant,

Mr. Bianchi, right?

That's right.

I searched him and I found
the w*apon on his person.

A leather sap with blood on it.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

What about this one?

♪ ♪

Some scars don't have
such a happy story.

No further questions, Your Honor.

I have a question.

Detective, did you or Lieutenant Wozniak

actually see Mr. Bianchi
att*ck the victim?

No, we only saw him enter.

Did the victim himself

give you a description of Mr. Bianchi?

The victim was unconscious.

We didn't have time
to wait for a statement.

Due respect, Your Honor,
the victim's identification

has no bearing on
admissibility of evidence.

I understand the law, counselor.

I also understand that
the blood found on the door,

which detectives cited as justification

for probable cause,

had no direct connection to Mr. Bianchi.

In fact, they lacked
any evidence indentifying

the defendant as a suspect
before they searched him.

- Your Honor...
- Ah!

Which makes the w*apon
they found during their search

inadmissible.

Defense's motion to suppress granted.

[gavel strikes]

♪ ♪

What piece comes next?

Daddy? Hm?

What piece comes next?

Teeter-totter.

Daddy, it doesn't work.

Well, let's see.

Um... [exhales]

Look, here's your problem.

You don't have enough force here...

to get this first piece moving... see?

And that's key.

You need the right amount
of force in the right place

to get all the pieces to move
exactly how you want them to,

and that piece gets the next
one moving, and so on,

and you get the proper reaction,
but you gotta make sure that...

everything's planned out before
you even set things in motion.

You get all the pieces...

perfectly in place,

then you predict exactly...

how they're going to
respond to the pressure.

[clanging]

It works.

Never stood a chance.

times out of a ,
this case goes to trial.

Ugh, I should've been more specific.

No, you were great.

We had solid foundation.

Well, on the bright side,

you stay out of the mob's cross hairs.

And land right into my boss'.

DAs tend to frown on
fumbled-away Mafia cases

during an election year.

I'm not worried.

You're very persuasive.

I could think of at least
one judge who disagrees.

I've appeared in front of
Judge Fowler dozens of times.

Never seen him toss evidence like that.

Or you caught him on a bad day.

You want a lift back to the precinct?

My car's out front.

[elevator doors open]

[thuds]

Going down?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Come on...

You didn't really think
that performance would hold up,

Surely?

Justice can be slow off
the block, but she closes fast.

♪ ♪

She can also be tripped up.

All you need are the right friends.

♪ ♪

You'll have to introduce me.

Well, if we're making the introductions,

how about the name of whoever
suggested this little frame-up.

I don't recall.

♪ ♪

Where do you hide a g*n in that suit?

♪ ♪

Hang on...

It's starting to come back to me.

I thought it might.

Anonymous tip.

[elevator dings]

[bangs]

Anonymity...

it brings out the worst in us.

I prefer people to know my name.

That's because you're a narcissist.

The world stops when you fall asleep.

A lot of things can happen
when you go to sleep.

[elevator dings]

[overlapping chatter]

Remember not to park in front
of your building tonight.

There's street cleaning in the morning.

♪ ♪

Anonymous tip.

♪ ♪

Supervising Judge,
Criminal Division, right?

Yeah,

Judge Fowler. F-O-W-L-E-R.

He's clean, just
a couple of speeding tickets,

and a traffic accident in .

Anyone injured?

Pedestrian broke her leg.

Maria Rojas.

Says here she was
leaving a clothing store

when the accident happened.

Loman.

Customer or employee?

She worked there.
The owners called it in.

I'll text you the address.

- Thanks.
- Yo, Loman.

Is there a responding officer listed?

Yeah, Robert Sadowski,
left the department in ...

- What do you want?
- My usual.

[exhales]

Hey, you wanna tell me
why we're looking at a judge?

Because he just let a mobster go

who knows where I live.

And a tuna fish, extra tomatoes.

Harlee?

[engine roaring]

Yo, that's not my usual.

What do I look like, your girlfriend?

Turkey on what, everything but tomato.

Oh, no tomato, huh?

Too bad. Good source of lycopene.

Prevents heart disease.

- Yeah, I take vitamins.
- As you should.

New York's finest need to
look after their health.

And a Diet Coke, please.

You know I read somewhere
that artificial sweeteners

trigger insulin production.

Look, man, are you trying
to sell me something, or?

- Oh, no.
- No?

In fact, I'd like to buy your lunch.

In appreciation of your service.

[chuckles] We're fine, thanks.

Come on, it's the least
an average Joe like me can do

for the heroes of our city.

You guys have all taken it
on the chin late...

are you staying hydrated, Officer?

Throw in a bottle of water.

Look, I appreciate the gesture,

- but we're not allowed to exch...
- Hey, hey, hey, look, Loman,

you're holding up the line.
Let average Joe buy you lunch.

Matter of fact, Joe, make it two.

My pleasure, gentlemen.

Thanks.

Keep the change.

Oh, I didn't catch your name.

Loman. Michael Loman.

Nice to meet you, Detective Loman.

Tom Verco. Internal Affairs.

Keep up the good work, gentlemen.

[overlapping chatter]

Is there anything you'd like
to say to this nice man

who works hours a day

making an honest living?

I tagged your store, I'm sorry. I guess.

And?

You'd like the opportunity
to repaint it.

Yeah, whatever.

I got paint. Come back at : .

Hey, from now on,
you are personally responsible

for that storefront.
If someone spits on it,

you're out there with Windex.
Do you understand?

[groans]

I thought you were taking it easy.

Uh, it felt okay for a second, I forgot.

How much can I get for this?

On your finger?

All right, we're good.

One seventh grader and
suddenly you're a superhero?

The older kids come in packs.

It's over a carat.

Just needs to be cleaned.

I can't keep an eye on them all,

and I got firearms on display.

All right, I'll put
a blue and white outside

for a couple of days, okay?

For you, sweetheart, $ , .

Joe paid four times that.

I should know, I put up half.

An empty squad car.
That's your solution?

Well, it's like the ring.

Visual deterrent.

And maybe some increased patrols?

Yes, I hear response time
is gonna get better

in this neighborhood.

Good to know.

No, keep it on ice.

I'll be back next month.

What am I? A bank?

Now that's a racket.

We got a deal?

No...

but we have your back.

I'll make this deposit on your behalf.

What happened to next month?

He's not the accountant.

Tess, let's go.

I was just explaining the concept of

visual deterrents.

Your ass is a visual deterrent.

Can you tell me anything about
the accident four years ago?

I was crossing the street,
and a car jumped a...

la luz roja.

- He ran a red light?
- Yes, and he hit me.

Acting weird, you know...

con sus tragos.

[speaking Spanish] _

[speaking Spanish] _


[suspenseful music]

Hurricane Sandy?

♪ ♪

Look, I'm just saying, all right?

It's entrapment.

Textbook.

The guy bought us a sandwich.

Which textbook are you
reading that teaches

sandwich entrapment?

You gonna eat that?

Yeah.

I'm destroying the evidence.

Espada, meet Tess at the motor pool.

I need you to drop off a sled.

You sure? 'Cause Loman's
gonna wanna keep me here

on the case of mysterious
sandwich entrapment.

What? Go! She's waiting, come on.

All right.

What's he talking about?

Look, this guy approached us
at the hoagie stand,

insisting on buying me a sandwich.

I tell him no, he throws
his money on the counter,

wants to honor New York's finest...

This riveting story
better have a twist real soon.

He's Internal Affairs.

All right, so, Internal Affairs

bought you a hoagie?

Detective Tom Verco, do you know him?

[phone ringing]

Don't lose sleep over this.

- Hey.
- None of them

are working, Matt.

And now, I can't get any cash

so the driver thinks that I am a thief,

and is threatening to call the police.

What driver?

The taxi cab driver.

I'm gonna be arrested.

No one's gonna arrest you,

tell them you're on the phone
with the police now.

Yeah, I told him. He doesn't care.

He just wants his money.

Have you tried all the cards?

Yes!

Then maybe it's his system.

Put this guy on the phone.

Matt, I thought of that.
That is why we went to the ATM,

and that's not working either.

Woz, I think this guy is targeting me.

Close the door.

Matt, are you listening to me?

Yeah, yes, yes, sorry.

All right, where are you now?

Sixth and Flatbush.

I'm gonna send Loman with some cash,

then I'm gonna call the credit
card companies, okay?

I did that already, and
then they told me that someone

had put a freeze on our account.

They gave me an number to call.

All right, what's the number?

, um...

Woz, do you know him?
Detective Tom Verco?

No!

Matt!

Sorry. Sorry, nothing, nothing, nothing.

I got it.

If a patrolman shows up
before Loman gets there,

just give him my name.

All right, sweetie.

I don't know every
Internal Affair officer

in Brooklyn, okay?

Take my car to my wife, pay the fare,

and I'll reimburse you.

Woz, this guy came straight to me.

- You think he knows something?
- I don't know.

Look, one of theirs
up and disappeared...

so it was only a matter
of time before they started

asking questions.

That's the thing,
he didn't ask any questions.

Don't get rattled.

You're giving them
exactly what they want.

Don't do that.

[line thrilling]

Afternoon, Lieutenant.

Apparently you're having
some financial difficulties?

FBI authority has quite a reach, huh?

I guess you don't have to be
competent to abuse power.

Guess I like pushing buttons, too.

You feeling any more
inclined to cooperate?

[glass shatters]

hour police presence,
delivered free of charge.

Yeah, no kidding.

When do you think Woz is gonna
let us turn the spigot back on?

Collections?

I don't know, I was hoping soon

since we didn't take
any heat from the heist.

But now Internal Affairs
might be bird-dogging us.

You gotta be me.

- IA?
- Don't worry,

this guy's a dial tone.

I gotta stop making decisions.

I'm on a bad streak.

Technically, deciding
not to make decisions...

is making a decision.

Yeah, thanks, Socrates.

Meanwhile, I'm running up
credit card debt,

and I can't pay my bills.

Throw in a white picket fence,
you've got the American dream.

Seriously...

I might be tempted to...

To what?

Pack it all up and
run away with the circus.

You've got a clown phobia.

See? Another bad decision.

What happened to your window?

Your link is broken.

What link?

The link, the video.

Your feed from Stahl's apartment.

It's giving me "Error. No server found."

It's probably expired.
I mean, I sent it to you

the night he picked you up.
Then unexpire it for me.

What do you need it for?

I'm not gonna explain myself!

No, of course you're not.

You know, the past three weeks,
you've had two modes

of expression with me.

Silence and rage.

Okay, all right,
let's express ourselves.

The judge dismissed Bianchi's case.

Yeah, three hours ago, I know.

Now what about your modes of expression?

Omission and lies.

- What about that?
- Want some truth?

Bianchi b*at a m*rder rap
four years ago...

when evidence went missing
during Hurricane Sandy.

I think the judge escaped his DWI

and vehicular as*ault charge
the same way.

Weren't you the one crying
about a world of hurt?

That was before Bianchi
threatened me today.

He basically said he has
the judge in his pocket.

Just leave him alone.

♪ ♪

I'm trying to track down

Judge Fowler's arresting officer.

A retired cop named Sadowski.

If there is corruption in the courts,

then we have a responsibility.

There's corruption everywhere, Harlee.

And I'm not taking another step
for that son of a bitch.

Who?

From your FBI boyfriend!

It starts and it ends with him.

If you wanna handle Stahl, I just...

I know how to handle Stahl.

And I only have minutes.

To do what?

Just give me your link.

[overlapping chatter]

- [groans]
- Do they get along?

I can't tell.

Mm, we're a passionate bunch.

- [groans]
- Angry drawer?

Are you lost or something?

No, but it's a common assumption.

Are you feeling okay?

You know, my brother's a chiropractor.

If I make a call, he could
probably squeeze you in.

And do I pretend that I know you?

Almost every accusation
of neglect by your ex-wife

can be explained by
dedication to your job,

which doesn't usually
garner much sympathy.

But this is the FBI.

Patriotism, service to country...

Exactly, work those words,
service and sacrifice,

into every answer you can.

You think we got a sh*t
at joint custody here?

What?

- Who's in charge, Harlee?
- You know you are.

Never forget that.

Turn around.

I'm not the only one that got this.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

She was a cop...

before you made her a rat.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

♪ ♪

The Palace Hotel.

Yep, yep, no, that's
very helpful, thank you.

Yes, I won't forget who told me.

I promise.

Your phone kept ringing and ringing.

It's a PR guy from Veritas Security.

He seemed very excited to call you back.

I may have flirted a little.

Yeah, I got that impression,

so I did one of you.

Your retired Officer Sadowski

works their personal security service.

He's on a detail,
assigned to the Palace Hotel

for the next hour and a half.

Swanky.

Hey, do you mind if I ride along?

It's nothing exciting,
I'm just chasing down

a missing report.

Well, it beats staring at a desk.

You okay?

Nothing a fancy hotel can't fix...

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[banging]

♪ ♪

[banging continues]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music swells]

[overlapping chatter]

I'm a man of no debt.

And neither is my crew.

"Owe no man anything,
but to love one another,

for he that loves one another
has fulfilled the law."

[chuckles]

Big Bible fan, are you?

Especially when a man
puts his hand on it,

and swears to tell the truth.

Yeah, how about the part that says...

"Don't covet thy neighbor's desk."

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

It was empty.

So is the holding cell.

You know, some weeks ago,
you violently pulled

one of my associates,
Detective Donald Pomp,

out of a deposition.

Is there a question?

He's been missing for over three weeks.

I might've lost my temper a little.

He openly questioned
some of my more effective

policing techniques without
allowing me the opportunity

to defend my actions.

Hm.

Were they defensible?

Absolutely.

From what I can determine,
old Donnie spent a lot of time

- around here.
- Yeah...

I don't wanna insult
your policing technique,

but there aren't a lot
of places for a man to hide

- in this building.
- [chuckles]

Well, you know,
I'm an explorer by nature,

and...

beyond Detective Pomp's disappearance,

I believe there are
some fascinating frontiers

yet to be discovered in this precinct.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

It's rough terrain.

Be careful you don't lose your way.

I think you're right;
I may have to procure

an experienced guide.

Perhaps somebody from your crew?

Good luck with that.

They're a loyal bunch.

♪ ♪

This Officer Sadowski?

I volunteer to grill him mercilessly.

What's our interest, exactly?

Say you're a patrolman.

You show up at a car accident,

there's one victim and the
driver at fault is belligerent

and slurring. First, you...

Cuff him harder than usual,
then send the scumbag

to the hospital for a blood test.

Right, which should
yield a lab report...

- Every time.
- Except one.

Sadowski let Judge Fowler go.

Now he's gonna tell me why.

You can't park there, valet only.

Make an exception.

Wanna tell me what's eating you?

I don't know,
I might've made a bad call.

On the job or personal?

Both.

I took an envelope.

A couple of bucks.

Two month's protection
from Gaines Pawn Shop.

Woz asked him to hold it for us.

Tess, we stopped
collections for a reason.

You don't think I know that?

I don't even remember
making the decision.

I'm gonna hand it back to the owner,

I just gotta come up with
a good cover story.

No, you need to come clean.

Uh, I've already been
sh*t once this year.

Woz will understand.

Money's tight right now,
we're all feeling it,

but if he thinks you went
outside his trust...

Early retirement.

Tell him.

Trust me.

I know from experience.

[sighs]

Can we just find your guy?

Ask the front desk for
a list of private events.

All right.

[gentle piano music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Harlee?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for you.

You got a minute, or
do I need to buy a table?

Um, individual donations
are always welcome.

[both chuckle]

Um, it's about Woz.

You know, he's...

He's been under a lot of heat lately...

so, you know, I just thought
I should let you know.

You know, for his protection...

and yours.

He sent you?

Well, he wouldn't exactly
fit in a place like this,

- would he?
- [chuckles]

Yeah, he just thinks that
he should keep his distance.

You know?

That's why he refused your favor.

Favors are like handshakes,

it's hard to keep track of them all.

I was in court today.

Glad that went your way.

It's good to see you, Harlee.

I gotta get back to the grip and grin,

but grab some food on your way out.

♪ ♪

Huh?

Yeah, you got nothing to worry about.

Yeah, I'm aware it's a hurricane,

but you don't have to evacuate.

You're five miles from the flood zone.

Ma? Ma?

Well, look who's all cozy and warm.

Captains, good to see you.

th hasn't been the same without you.

Yeah, fewer dirty jokes?

By half.

[chuckles]

Aren't you guys
supposed to be out on patrol?

I'm taking off,
emergency vehicles are all

prepped and placed for evacuations.

Uh, a shelter at a church
on th just got overrun.

May need assistance.

We just got here, like,
soaking wet just got here.

Why waste a good towel?

- Woz?
- Don't look at me.

She outranks us all now.

Yeah, I think I liked her better

when she was just one of us.

All right, Sap. I'll tell you what.

If I'm still here when you get back,

drinks are on me.

We're gonna hold you to that, Captain.

Okay.

Now we got a good reason to leave.

How're we doing, Woz?

All right.

How's he doing?

It's the anniversary
of his daughter's death.

Not the day to look
for justice in the world.

Excuse me.

All this footage of rushing water...

[thunder cracks]

You know, you're not
fooling anybody, Woz.

Lots of little glasses make a bottle.

Huh.

You know, the last six years,

every October th...

it's been nothing but sun.

And now...

now, I think, God's got the idea.

[thunder booming]

We've got flooding
in four precincts now.

They need some leadership,
and I've just run out of excuses

why it shouldn't be me.

So I'm putting you on Woz duty.

Make sure he gets home safe, okay?

- You bet.
- Thanks.

All right.

You do what she says, okay?

[groans] Keep your powder dry.

Will do.

[thunder rumbling]

You know, I-I...
I don't need a babysitter.

You could just go home.

I'm doing just fine without you today.

Uh-huh? And with that last trick,

ladies and gentlemen,

we end our entertainment
for this evening.

Last call.

Uh, I need to cut back
on our bar nights.

Cristina just took up the cello,

and a good one's gonna
set me back a grand.

You know, Cristina's...

she's a bright light.

You'd move heaven and earth
for that girl.

And hell, too, if she asked.

You know what?

What?

I'd do the same for you.

[Bruno Mars' "It Will Rain" playing]

♪ When you walk away ♪

♪ Everyday it'll rain ♪

♪ Rain, ra-a-a-ain ♪

[police sirens wailing]

Good, you're still here,
I need to talk to you.

- No.
- Look, the mob doesn't

own the judge, Julia does.

She made his DWI go away.

Took care of the arresting officer.

Sadowksi... gave him a cushy job.

Tess, I need a ride home.

Harlee's car is right here.

I didn't ask Harlee.

He'll be right there.

Look, when you didn't
help her with Bianchi,

she went to the judge.

She's trading favors, Woz.

Using evidence she stole
during Hurricane Sandy.

All right, good to know.

Come on!

Leave it alone, Harlee.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Hey, are you really hocking your ring,

or was that just general grumbling?

You know, they make
diamonds in labs now.

Real diamonds.

Suddenly, the one you have
doesn't feel so special.

Linda and I have hit
potholes along the way;

you just have to keep on swinging.

Two words, Woz.

Irreconcilable differences.

[sighs]

A few weeks ago,
I was reading bedtime stories

and excepting windfall.

Now I haven't seen my kids in two days;

I'm running protection for
free, and then, oh, oh, yeah,

somewhere in the middle
of there, I got sh*t.

I know the weather's been rough lately,

but we'll ride it out.

I promise.

Woz, Woz, wait.

I gotta tell you something.

It's stupid, it's no big deal.

I don't even know why I did it.

This wouldn't happen to be
about the pawn shop, would it?

You saw me take the envelope?

Don't sugarcoat it with
soft words like "take."

You stole that money against my orders.

We share everything.

Why didn't you say something?

I was...

waiting to see how long
you'd live with it.

I was hoping for three minutes.

I'll take six hours.

I'm sorry, Woz.

Just take the money.

Enjoy it.

But it is a big deal.

Loyalty is everything.

Especially now.

We have to stick together.

♪ ♪

Hey, Linda?

Linda, what's with the mood lighting?

Did Con Ed flag us, too?

Ah, no.

Linda?

Hey...

I'm sorry about earlier.

Those credit card companies
are a pain in the ass.

I did get an apology from
the bastards, so...

we can consider that a...

a minor victory.

How you doing?

Hey... wha...

What? I told you I'll take care of it,

I'm gonna take care of it.

Was Donnie the first one?

What?

Donnie who?

Matt...

L-Linda, I can't fix what's wrong

unless you tell me what's going on.

[beeps]

I would never risk what we have,

not for anything, and you know that.

You know how I feel about you.

Come on, almost a year now
we've been together,

hiding in hotel rooms,
hiding our feelings.

I wanna be with you, Matt...

♪ ♪

I don't like being lied to.

Okay, I got it.

Do you?

Yeah...

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

[distant thud]

Cristina?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Cristina?

Is that you?

♪ ♪

We all have secrets, Harlee.

I also have a phone.

Yeah, and no home security.

That's my home security.

Anybody tries to break in...

He doesn't walk out?

Yeah, I'll bet.

What do you think?

You think you can get to that
before I draw mine?

Holster's still strapped,
that's not good.

♪ ♪

Look, I have something
for you on Julia Ayres.

The judge who released Bianchi...

You had something
for Wozniak, too, though,

didn't you, Harlee?

Playing both sides is over.

Then stop putting me in the middle.

[bangs]

♪ ♪

I...

♪ ♪

I found your camera.

I know you're resourceful, Harlee.

You don't profile as a voyeur.

- You do.
- Yeah.

You thought I was spying on you?

- Invading your space?
- Weren't you?

If you thought
I was watching you before,

you're not gonna believe
how close I'm gonna get now.

Do you have any idea
what you cost me today?

Now you have a problem...

because I've lost my best reason...

to behave.

No more secrets.

No more boundaries.

♪ ♪

You called her by my name.

What profile does that fit?

How many times did you watch?

Afraid to turn that
analytical mind against itself?

Why would you put a camera
in the bedroom, Harlee.

You're obviously gonna get
more actionable intel...

- 'Cause there's always...
- Out of the living room.

A weakness, a defect.

If you were looking for leverage...

I was looking for control!

That's the spirit.

♪ ♪

What did you uncover, Detective?

♪ ♪

You know, you're the profiler.

What's your expert opinion
based on the evidence?

♪ ♪

Obsession.

♪ ♪

You've changed the game, Harlee.

Nothing is off limits now.

♪ ♪

Harlee, you know what my problem

with her imitation of you is?

Cuts into your bank account?

She gives it up too easy.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[distant barking]

♪ ♪

[car beeps]

Spending time with your rat?

Ah! [groans]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[both straining]

♪ ♪

[thuds]

♪ ♪

When I find you in hell,
I'm gonna do this again.

[growling]

[g*n cocks]

Woz, let go.

- Let him go!
- Who's side are you on?

I'm on your side!

You k*ll him, the world
comes crashing down on us all.

Go inside!

Please...

♪ ♪

Cristina's inside.

♪ ♪

[police sirens]

It's too late, Harlee.

♪ ♪

The world's already crashing down.

[siren wailing]

[somber music]

♪ ♪