02x03 - Ghost Hunt

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on
"shades of blue"...

- What is it you want?
- If you can't get me

the mastermind
behind this heist,

I'm looking at
exactly what I want.

- Where's linklater?

- If the money isn't
deposited in a week,

they'll send those incriminating
photos to the feds.

- Miguel, I'm gonna give you
the money I promised you,

and you're gonna disappear.

- You paid him to go away?

- 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.

- Donnie's dead.

Loman k*lled him
in self-defense.

- I've never risked
what we have.

Not for anything. You know that,

and you know how I
feel about you.

- That's donnie. The first one.

- What?

- I want to be with you, matt.

- Spending time with your rat.

Let him go!

- Whose side are you on?

- I'm on your side!

- ¶ I keep my ears
to the ground ¶

¶ my eyes wide shut ¶ - oh, god.

- ¶ I'm boiling over
baby ¶ - oh, god.

- ¶ Yeah hot to the touch ¶

¶ I dance to the drum
of my own heart ¶

¶ tells me when to move ¶

¶ says it's time to start ¶

¶ listen ¶

- in an effort to put
some room between herself

and her opponent, mayoral
candidate julia ayres

touted her tough-on-crime
position at a local rally.

- I created the community
crime initiative

to continue the sacred mission
I took on as an nypd officer,

and I will keep up that
fight as your next mayor.

- ¶ can you hear it ¶

- working on a new piece
for the next recital?

- Yeah.

- Something you're
excited about?

- Uh-huh.

- Anything you want to share
with interested parties?

Maybe a title?

- Um, the last two pages
didn't print out.

- ¶ Shut up, now I'm
standing tall ¶

¶ gonna make my own luck ¶

¶ listen ¶

¶ can you hear it? ¶

¶ listen ¶

¶ I can feel it ¶

¶ in the air in my veins ¶

¶ in the strength that awakes
when my armor breaks ¶

¶ listen ¶

¶ can you hear it? ¶

¶ listen ¶

- I got to go.

- Break a leg.

- Thanks.
- Love you.

- Love you too.

- Hands!
- Don't move.

Hey, right there. Don't move.
- Keep 'em up.

- Nate?
- Hi, dad.

- A full tactical unit?

I guess if I was you, I
wouldn't like my odds

one-on-one lately either.

- Everything's
risk/reward, harlee.

And lately, you are
not worth the risk.

- Yeah? Let me know when
you really believe that.

- Will you fan out please?
Give us some space.

- So, this is what?
You're letting me know

you're king of the
mountain again?

- No. I'm here to
give you a ride.

- I'm a big girl. I can
get to work on my own.

- No, but then you'll
miss a front-row seat

to the arrests of
detective nazario,

detective tufo...

- you don't want to
do that, all right?

It ends your case.

- Wozniak is a big boy.
He made a deal.

He gives me evidence

councilwoman julia
ayres is dirty,

or your crew goes down.

Last night, he made his choice.

- All right, let me talk to him.

- The man nearly crushed
my windpipe last night.

I think he's beyond
listening to reason.

- Look, if you knew wozniak
the way you think you do,

you wouldn't have gone
full scorched earth.

Deep down, he wants
to forgive me.

Just let me get him
down to a simmer,

and maybe I can fix this.

- Exploiting a man's
attachment to you does seem

to be your specialty.

Speaking of admirers,
when's the last time

you heard from miguel?

- Hasn't bothered me in weeks.

- Just the same, I promised
I'd check up on him

from time to time,
and as you know,

I'm a man of my word.

- When it suits you.

- Miguel dropped off the grid.

He's disappeared.
He's invisible.

And that makes him dangerous.

- Well, maybe he realized
I'm a game he can't win,

and he gave up.

- Hopeful theory.

I can confirm it when
I track him down.

Unless there's some
reason you don't want me

looking into miguel.

- Whatever keeps
you off my block.

- If you see mom's leather coat,
let me know. I'll pick it up.

Whiskey breakfast, huh?

Find any answers at the
bottom of the bottle?

- No, but I've got two more.

- I'll leave you and your
buddy to your search, then.

- Hey, nate?

Tell your mom hi
for me, will you?

- What did you do
this time, dad?

You know, I was dating
jay four months

before he finally cornered
me and asked me to tell him

just one story about you
that doesn't end with,

"because my dad is an ass.
That's why."

- and he's still waiting.
I get it. I get it.

- Little league.

I missed a fly ball,

and coach yanked me out.

You and I practiced
pop-ups for weeks.

He still wouldn't
give me another sh*t,

so you...,

you walk me out to left field,

tell the kid out
there to get lost.

- Yeah.

And that cocky little jerk
nearly pissed himself.

- Yeah, and you stayed by
the fence the whole game,

daring coach to take me out.

You know, when there's not a
straight line to something,

you always find another way.

It's the one thing
I like about you.

- I don't think I left myself
a way back on this one.

- So get a bulldozer.

Make one.

- Next time you put
a g*n to my head,

make sure you pull the trigger.

- k*lling a federal officer
is a death-penalty case.

So you're welcome.

- Linda left me.

That spineless albino played
a conversation for her.

From my private life.
Me and donnie.

In my office.

Yeah. That recording.
The one you made.

You could've let me
know about that one.

- I didn't say anything

because it didn't
change anything.

- Doesn't change anything?

You should've warned me, harlee.

- And what was I gonna say?

Stahl has a nuke?

That would've made
you feel better?

- No, what's gonna
make me feel better is

to get everybody off the hook,
and I'm gonna do it my way.

- Woz, there's no
road out of this

that doesn't go through julia.

- Then I'll build a new one.

I'm ending this today.

- Let me watch your back.

- I'll go with somebody who
hasn't plunged a Kn*fe in it.

I got an off-the-books mission.

Right now. No questions asked.

Someone might get bloody.

- Are you buying the coffee?

- I'll be outside.

- All right.

- And I thought kid's puke was a
bad way to start off the day.

- We're on the same sh**ting
re-qualification schedule.

You shouldn't be due
again for months.

- Yeah. It doesn't smell right.
Out of the blue,

they move it up to
this afternoon?

- But you're good to go.

I mean, your shoulder's
holding up, right?

- Oh, yeah, painkillers and rest

are a g*nsh*t wound's
best friend.

- You might want to keep
it down a few decibels.

The internal affairs guy's back,

taking up residence.

- Can he do that?

- How much you want to bet
that ferret's the reason

my re-qual got pushed up?

- Detective espada.

You drew the short one today.

Can I see you in
my office, please?

- Your office, is it?

You know, squatting is
illegal in this city.

- Just 'cause I said "please"
doesn't make it a request.

Detective loman, you too, buddy.

Come on.

- Yeah.

- One, two, three. Come on.

Watch your toes, boys.

There we are.

- Will this be acceptable, miss?

- I haven't been called
"miss" since my debut.

This guy.

- Oh, detective loman,

while I got you back
there, do you mind

if I throw a few
questions at you?

- The rookie was about to
step in on a line-up for me.

- I got a tight schedule.
Find somebody else.

Shut the door behind you.

It's terrible, isn't it?

That feeling that
somebody's lurking,

looking over your shoulder.

Drives me nuts.

- Nah. No, I'm good.

- Do you know why you're
here, detective loman?

- Because you trapped me on
the wrong side of your desk.

Yeah.

No, I mean here here.

On wozniak's aptly
named "garbage unit."

- I was assigned here.
- Hmm.

- After patrol.

- Did you know that he
specifically requested you?

Went over people's heads.
Feelings were hurt.

I don't blame him. You
know, phi beta kappa,

top of your academy class.

I admire you, michael.

May I call you michael?

- If you have to.

- Do you really think you're an
ideal candidate for this crew?

- Yeah.

We take out the trash
no one else can.

- I get the concept. You know,

it's just that every member
of his team has a role.

Right? Harlee is the
surrogate daughter.

Tess is the perp whisperer.
Espada, the heavy lifter.

Tufo, a loyal foot soldier.

Ever wonder what yours is?

- I think I'll go with
paperwork completer.

- Ah.
- You know, they treat my desk

like it's an inbox.

- Yeah.

I hope you're right.

See, I have a different
theory, michael.

I think you're the fall guy.

- You keep popping those pain
pills like they're breath mints.

- Well, it's not
about willpower.

Once I get through this
sh**ting re-qual today,

I'll go cold turkey.

- Dozen cream-filleds.

On a scale of one
to somebody d*ed,

how bad is it?

- A strong eight. And rising.

We have a new guest.

Tom verco.

Ia bloodhound who brought
down half the 42 precinct

on that payola scam.

He's here sniffing
around about donnie.

- And you guys are
just sitting here

while loman gets in
the ring with him?

- I tried to chaperone.
Invitation only.

- Then you get one.

Sorry to interrupt. I
need detective loman.

- Ah, detective santos.
We haven't met yet.

I'm tom verco. Internal affairs.

- I know. String of
high-value burglaries

that loman's been working.

That longshoreman that
we talked to last week,

he called... he said he
might have some information

on the caruso shipment,

but he leaves for
virginia in two hours.

- Yeah. Cargo containers
on the docks.

I mean, commissioner's office
has been all over us on it.

- Far be it for me to
keep a case closure

off the compstat report, huh?

May I see that?

Have you seen detective
tufo, by the way?

I still haven't
had the pleasure.

- You working a case
or running for office?

- No, no, I don't have the
stomach for politics.

I am formally opening a file

on donnie pomp's
disappearance, though.

I look forward to
interviewing you.

- I'm ready whenever you are.

- You'll know when I'm ready.

- Hold up. Donnie pomp
had an inside man?

- Posed as a dea agent
named linklater.

- And this guy helped
donnie rip us off?

- Well, linklater's an alias.
The guy's a ghost.

- Who do you think
haunts this chop shop?

- I looked through three
years' worth of mug sh*ts

before I found this messenger.

- We don't do walk-ins, yo.

- Make an exception, yo.

Hard to forget a pretty
face like this, isn't it?

- Look. You and me,
we got no beef.

- Oh, we have a big, juicy
porterhouse, my friend.

No, no, no.

- This is the part
where you tell us

where you stashed our money.

Linklater.

How do we find him?

- You don't. Linklater
ain't even his name.

- I don't care if his
name is rumplestiltskin.

He's your boss. How does
he reach out to you?

- He's not my boss. I
run errands for him.

Look. I get a call. I get paid.

Come on, man. I'm
telling you straight.

I do a job. I get paid.
I've never even met him.

- I hope you can stroke
with your other hand,

or else you're in
for a dry spell.

- There's a dummy phone number.

You leave a message.
Maybe he calls you back.

Aah! Aah, please! Aah!

Hey.

You got a search
warrant for that?

Going through my desk?

- Wozniak got locked out
of murphy's tavern.

He needs the master keys.

- He's hitting the bar
before it even opens?

That's a cry for help.

- Did he call a freezer meet?

- No. He wasn't filling
in many blanks.

- All right, well,
I'll drop them off.

I need to fill him in on our
little house mouse anyway.

- Mrs. Zepeda?

- I'm not buying anything, and
I already know my savior.

- I'm not selling anything.
I promise.

William clark.

I was hoping I could
talk to miguel.

- Men who get in
fights aren't the kind

I want talking to my son.

- Oh, no. This...

This is from a parent upset
over his visitation schedule.

I'm an investigator working
with baron and rosenberg,

attorneys-at-law.

Your son paid my associates
a visit last month.

He's looking to establish
paternity for his daughter.

- He's fighting for
custody of cristina?

- I thought you needed the keys.

- Patience ain't
one of wozniak's

more pronounced virtues.

- Ugh. Looks like our bar
tab just got bigger.

- We got a lead on
the heist money.

Turns out donnie was
working with a partner.

Some dude by the
name of linklater.

- I doubt he's using
murphy's tavern

as a secret hideout.

- We found the guy's errand
boy, made him place a call.

Holding him in the freezer
till his boss hits him back.

- Head back to the precinct.
I'm tapping you out.

- You get a new set of it
stripes when I wasn't looking?

There has to be some
sugar back here, right?

- There's an ia detective.
Verco.

He's kicking up dirt
on donnie pomp.

- My phone ain't ringing.

- That's not how
this guy operates.

Go push paper around on
the cargo burglaries.

Back up how I sprung loman.

- Yo, are we worried
about this guy?

- Yo, where am I?

Freezing.

- Cold's good for the swelling.

- Nice.

I'm dying, and you got jokes.

- I've seen dying, cal.

You ain't there yet.

- Got a minute, boss?
- Haven't you learned anything

from gym class?

When you don't get picked,

be a big girl... Stay
on the sideline.

- And the game is linklater?

- The fbi has priorities.

He's higher than julia
on their wish list.

- If you can flush him
out, if you can catch him.

- See? This. This is
why I didn't tell you.

- You should have. This guy
operates on a whole other level.

And even if I thought this
was a su1c1de mission,

and I do, I would've helped you.

And then tufo
wouldn't be involved.

- Tufo does what he's asked.

And he protects the family.

- Making things right is
on me, is on my shoulders.

Not tufo's. Not the crew's.

- You want to be a martyr?

Make yourself comfortable.

- Yeah. We only met once,

but I was very impressed
with miguel's courage

and his resilience after being
wrongfully incarcerated.

But we need more
information from him

if we're gonna take
that next step.

And I just... I haven't
been able to reach him.

- Miguel's out of town.
He sent me a text

that an opportunity came
up he couldn't say no to.

- Well, that's exciting.

Did he say where he was headed?

- Oh, no, no. But that's my son.

Before he went to prison,
he'd come, he'd go.

Sometimes months in between.

Monica!

Apurate.

- You can't rush
beauty, grandma.

- And you're late
again for choir,

solving the mystery of why
you can't get a solo.

You forget this part
between raising your own

and having grandchildren.

Yeah. I'll bet.

Cristina.

- Do I know you?

- Um, mr. Zepeda
showed me a picture.

- Your dad hired his law firm

to force your mom
to let you see us.

- Well, he hasn't hired us yet.

Just the initial meeting.

- He's trying to get custody?

- Yeah. You almost
sound disappointed.

- He sees lawyers and
then leaves town

without saying good-bye?

That makes zero sense.

- Well, custody can be a
very emotional issue.

He's probably just taking some
time to think it through.

- Do you always pay house calls
to clients you've only met once?

- Is that a book on
cross examination?

- Hey, cuz, I'm running late.
You got wheels, right?

- Yeah. I'll give you a ride.

I should get going anyways.

Hey, if... if you

happen to hear from miguel...

Could you let me know?

Would it be unethical
to let me know?

- Not at all. I'll
absolutely be in touch.

It's really nice to
meet you, cristina.

- I hope we can stay on
the same page after this.

- One cold cup of coffee
doesn't fix everything.

Showtime.
- What if he doesn't buy it?

- Just take a breath and
stick to the script.

- No. He's too smart. I
can't convince him...

- can't is not an option.

- Thanks for hitting
me back, sir.

- This channel flows one way.

I'm not in the market for any
assistance at the moment.

- Yeah, that's actually
not why I'm calling.

Some fbi agents
showed up at my place

asking questions
about the heist.

Hello?

- How did they find you?

- Like they'd tell me.

Look. I didn't
give them nothing.

Look. I've been dependable.

You say jump, I'm
through the roof.

I need cash and ids

to disappear for a while
before they come back.

- That's a reasonable request.

What are their names?
- Whose names?

- The agents who
paid you a visit.

- All I heard was
"heist" and "feds."

I didn't listen for names.

- You should pay
closer attention.

- Stahl. One of them
was agent stahl.

- Riverside park in brooklyn.

By the baseball diamond.

Park bench near the
third base line.

Give me your description.

You there?

I need to know what you look
like so I can identify you.

- 5'11".

Black. Grey camo jacket.

I'll see you soon. Peace.

- Just described tufo.

- Yeah. Wish your
buddy luck for me.

- What the hell?
- Funny you say that,

detective tufo.

I've been chilly in
here all morning,

but everybody that comes in
complains about the heat.

Are you a mets fan, marcus?

- Queens. Born and raised.

- I'm from flushing. Had some
lean years, but now that we

got cйspedes, everybody
wants on the bandwagon.

- I'll stop you there.
I ain't your buddy,

and there sure as
hell ain't no "we,"

so ask what you want
about donnie pomp,

and let's get this over with.

- I'd rather talk about you.

About your devotion
to your fellow cops.

I get the sense that you'd take
a b*llet for any one of them.

Most of them, anyway.

- They gave you a
detective badge

for all those keen
observational skills?

- Here's a question:

Prison sentence.
25-to-life variety.

Would you be willing to take
one of those for your unit?

Oh, that reminds me.

Here we go.

You recognize this man?

- He's my brother.

- Wallace tufo.

Street name crazy eight.

Banger doing year 5 of a 12-year
bit on aggravated as*ault.

You know, I know a guy
who works g*ng unit.

Says crazy eight was a good kid

till he got six months
on a grand theft auto.

15 years old. Might've
had a future.

But he got jumped in in juvie.

- Wallace is a good man.

Made some bad friends is all.

- Did you know that the
original suspect in that gta

was a 13-year-old hopper
named marcus tufo?

Wallace doesn't cop
to that joyride,

save his baby brother,

man, your life takes a whole
different trajectory.

Your brother's been up for
parole, what, three times?

- Four.

- Up again next month.

I'd be willing to make
a call on his behalf.

- Oh, here we go, huh?

- We got an id on one
of the cargo thieves.

- Detective santos,

do I need to hang a
tie on my doorknob?

- You want privacy? Go
back to your ia hole.

We do real police work here.

We're gonna set up at
the suspect's place,

hope to make a bust.

- Well, as much as I
hate to cut this short,

you heard the lady.

Duty calls.

- Something calls.

- Aren't you gonna be, like,
super late for choir?

- I haven't been to
choir in, like, a week.

This boy I've been talking to,
toby, balls down at the courts.

I told him we'd stop by.

- You're sloppy. You
know, sooner or later,

grandma lorena's
gonna figure it out.

Go to choir,

tell the teacher you
feel really sick.

It's a free pass all day.

- Look at you, bad girl.

Who have you been
sneaking out to meet?

- Grandma lorena. And you.

- You have to lie to your
mom about seeing family?

That's messed up.

- If you met my mom,
you'd understand.

- Well, I'm glad you're taking
a walk on the wild side.

It's cool to hang with
my long-lost cousin.

- Did you ever think about,
you know, reaching out to me?

- Every time anyone
mentioned you,

grandma would
change the subject.

Said you lived out in florida.

- So, she basically
pretended I didn't exist.

- I guess it's just how
she dealt with it...

Miguel in jail, and hating
your mom for keeping you away.

No offense.

- God, 15 years, and I've
been 15 minutes away.

- Just means we've got
time to make up for.

- Yeah.

Do you have a fake or something?

- No. But I've got two hands
and a baby-faced cousin.

Be cool, okay? The trick is
to just buy everything else.

- $4.35.

- What's in the bag?

- It's my books.

- It's not too late
to call this off.

- No, it ain't stage
fright that's eating me.

- Then what?

Internal affairs?

- I'm good.

Ten minute warning.

Tufo, wait another five,

and then head to the
middle of the bench

by the baseball field.

When linklater comes,
we'll box him in.

- Copy that.

Those gears grind any louder,

I'm gonna have to
turn up my walkie.

- In my old hood, there was
this guy at the courts.

Rick.

Mean as he was big,
and the dude was big.

One day, this young punk
decides to step to.

- How'd that work out for you?

- Yeah, rick is about
to cr*ck my skull

when my brother
wallace shows up.

The thing about wallace is
he was the only brother

in queens playing tennis.

He wanted to be the
next arthur ashe.

He's standing there
with his racket

and his little short shorts

and these goofy
wrap-around glasses.

- Rec-specs.

- Yes. Rec... Rec-specs.

He warns rick not
to touch me again.

And rick just laughs.

And wallace goes buck wild,

breaks his racket
on the dude's neck.

Rick never touched me again.

- At least it has
a happy ending.

- The b*at-down wallace
gave rick was nothing

on the hurt he gave
me when we got home.

Said it was to
teach me a lesson.

No one can save you from
what you've got coming.

I told myself what we've
been doing is right.

Bending the rules to
fight the bad guys.

But with sap and
everything, I...

I don't know.

I wonder if we've been the
bullies all along, harlee.

I can't shake the feeling that
somebody's about to give us

what we got coming.

- You need to relax.

Internal affairs is
setting up shop in there.

Look, the only way he gets
anything is if we let him.

- Four o'clock.

And I hate to keep the
douchebags waiting.

- Ugh!

- I know.

You're shocked.

- Nice.

Is that 15 rounds, center mass?

Good to see your arm
didn't slow you down.

- You can play all the
mind games you want.

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

- But are you a clean one?

Drug test. A female detective
will meet you in the bathroom.

- Is this guy coming or what?

I'm getting sideways looks
from the mommy and me crowd.

- Just keep your hands
out of your pockets.

- Our ghost's a no-show.

I'm switching to plan b.

- Want to tell me what that is?

- You want to sound
check your mic first?

- You know what? Throw
all the bombs you want.

I'm not going anywhere.

- The recording
of me and donnie.

Is that the only other one?

- No.

The night that you first told me

that there was a
rat in the crew.

- Harlee, I swear to god,
if I hear something else,

I'm gonna... - no, that's it.
That's it.

- I'm gonna leave a
message for linklater.

Myself. He'll pop his
head out for that.

I'll call you when he does.

And get that idiot
out of my freezer.

Hold on, linklater. I have
trouble avoiding potholes.

- I'm serious. Are you
sure he said four o'clock?

Harlee?

- Hold on, tufo.

Detective santos.

Shoplifting 40s.

That will look great on your
application to juilliard.

- Oh, 'cause musicians who drink
never get anywhere in the world?

- You know, you're lucky
that that officer called me

instead of booking you.

- I'm the one who convinced
him to call you.

- Well, am I supposed to be
impressed by that, cristina?

- I don't know.

God, I don't know.
But at some point,

you're gonna have to let me
out of the bubble wrap, mom.

- And don't think I don't know
whose neighborhood that was.

- You mean miguel's?

Yeah. That's how family works.

His family is my family.

- Baby,

they are from a different
world than you.

I don't want you making
the same mistakes I did.

- How much?

How much did you pay
him to go away?

I mean, how much was his
only daughter worth to him?

- Baby, I'm so sorry.

- That's the thing, mom.

You're not sorry.

- Keep the doors locked.

- Oh, so miguel's
neighborhood is too sketchy,

but I can just wait
outside a bar.

Got it.

- Tommy was looking for you
about your guy in the freezer.

- Don't worry. I'm getting him
out of your hair right now.

- I told you I'd find
you when I was ready.

Were you expecting to find
somebody else back here?

- Yeah. Tommy, the owner.

He special orders this
from cuba for me.

Can't get it in the store.

- You know, the strangest
thing happened to me

when I flashed my
badge out front.

Your friend tommy
told me to wait.

Then he scurried back here
and he escorted a man out.

A man with a severely
damaged hand.

- Can be a rough place.

- And yet here you are.
- Yeah. Not for long.

My daughter's
waiting in the car.

- Before you go, I've
been meaning to ask:

The morning after detective
pomp was last seen,

you showed up at the precinct
with a cut under your eye.

- I hope you stretched
before a reach like that.

You're gonna pull something.

- I know. I know. Normally
I would agree with you.

But here's where it gets spooky.

Lieutenant wozniak showed
up on the same day

with gashes on the
left side of his face.

- I box. Local gym.

Guys there don't know
how to treat a lady.

You want to know what
happened to wozniak?

Knock on his office door.

It's the one right
across from yours.

- If you tap long enough,

you will always
find a weak spot.

How else do you think
I found your freezer?

- You were in the corps.

I was a ranger myself.

But we had a lot of
respect for you fellas.

Marines, first in, last out.

- I read the manual too.

Establish a rapport
with your captor.

Get him to lower his guard.

Just save it.

- I thought we had an
understanding, marine.

I didn't come after you.
You didn't come after me.

- You thought wrong, ranger.

- Fbi picked you up right
after the heist, didn't they?

They must have ambitious
plans for you

since they let you walk away.

- They're not driving
the bus anymore.

I am.

- And you never wondered
why I didn't even blink

when you cost me $12 million?

It's because I'm a man who can
afford to lose $12 million.

You have no idea how
much I would pay

for a man with your skill set.

- Not being a rat
is payment enough.

- Agent stahl.

How's your face?

- Little on edge tonight?

Put the piece away, harlee,

unless you're gonna sh**t
me on your front stoop.

- Come at me when
my daughter's home.

Find out.

- Oh, I know what you're
capable of, harlee.

That's why I'm here.

Wozniak called for an emergency
meet at a warehouse.

Is it an ambush?

- He doesn't share his
playbook with me anymore.

You made sure of that.

- You and I are gonna open
his surprise together.

Would you holster your
w*apon, and let's go.

- Let me say good-bye
to cristina.

- Two minutes.

- You have him, don't you?
Linklater?

- Did stahl call you with
a knot in his shaft?

- I thought we
took a step today.

But you were playing
me the whole time.

- The only one I
played was linklater.

Whichever way this goes,
you're in the clear.

- Yeah, not so much. Stahl
is bringing me with him.

For some reason,
he's wary of you.

Woz?

- Can I count on you to back me?

- You know, there was a moment

when wozniak was
choking me to death

when everything went dark.

There's no white lights.
There's no tunnel.

There's nothing.

I don't think there's
anything more after this.

- Maybe there is, and you're
just not going there.

Maybe none of us are.

- At times, I've been cavalier
in my approach to you, harlee.

And I'm sorry that
things have gotten so...

- Disgusting? Pathetic?
- Out of hand.

That was never my intention.

- Yeah, I've seen the videos.

I know all about
your intentions.

- My feelings for you are nuanced.
I'll admit that.

But watching you
these past months,

watching you fight to
keep your life whole,

no matter how bad the
deck's stacked against you,

I admire you.

I hope we can at least be civil
to each other from now on.

- Let's just get this over with.

- Leave it to wozniak
to call a meet

on the set of a horror movie.

If it looks like a setup
and feels like a setup...

- You got no choice
but to go in anyway.

You brought your mommy along

to hide behind her skirt again?

- Who the hell is this?

One of your, uh, flings?

- Ha, ha.

Meet the artist formerly
known as terrence linklater,

aka the ghost who masterminded
the armored car heist,

in the flesh.

- Linklater was not
your assignment.

- No. It was yours.

And you said so yourself

the night that you
brought me in.

Deliver the guy who
masterminded the heist,

and my debt is paid.

- That was when I thought
it was impossible.

- Well, be careful who
you ask for the moon.

Some maniac just might
bring it to you.

- Yeah, well, too bad
this maniac didn't

read the fine print.

- Yeah, I'll show
you the fine print.

I'll stick my foot so
far up your ass...

- okay, woz, easy.

All right, stahl
is gonna fix this.

Because like you said
to me this morning,

you're a man of your word.

- This is out of
my hands, harlee.

And it's not the agreement
wozniak signed onto.

- Then why don't we
just call gail baker,

see who the bigger
prize to the fbi is?

A crooked councilwoman
or an enemy of the state

who's already humiliated
the bureau once.

- I'd weigh my options
if I were you,

but you don't have anything
to put on the scale.

- Except proof of the
dirt that you and you

and your crew has done

that I can submit to the nypd.

- Don't forget I've got
your greatest hits

that I can deliver to the fbi.

Mutually assured destruction.

You want to play?

- It's a win-win, stahl.

This is a career-maker for you.

Take the bust and the. - corner
office that goes with it,

and leave us the hell alone.

You know something? You two...

You do make one hell of a team.

We stick to the assignment.
Julia ayres.

She got my partner k*lled.

Your dna is gonna
be all over that.

I suggest you get
rid of the body.

You know how to do
that, right, harlee?