02x05 - Sweet Caroline

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on
"shades of blue"...

- Put your hands up.

- This is not what
it looks like.

- It looks like you're
robbing an armored truck

filled with da money.

- This isn't our heist.
It's donnie pomp's,

the internal affairs officer.

- Wozniak isn't here.

- What were you
doing in his house?

- There's something
you should see.

- It's your dead body.
It's your decision.

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

- Whoa, you're saying that
I would rat out my crew?

- Everybody has their limit.

- Oh, I'm solid.

- What now?
- Behold, your share.

- Cristina.
- Your dad hired his law firm.

- If you hear from miguel,
could you let me know?

- Hi, it's me.

- You have a "hi, it's me"?
- Caroline.

- Ex-fiancйe?
- I don't think

I've seen you before.

Are you new?

- Not that new.

- Politics. There's
always a price.

Take bianchi, it's quid pro quo.

- Hey! Tommy, what the
hell's the matter with you?

- I'm sorry.

- How about the name

of whoever suggested
this little frame-up?

- Anonymous tip.

- Teslin paper.

As close to pvc stock as
you can get commercially.

You know, the trick. - to new
york state is a hologram.

They can't make anything easy.

Scans at all major checkpoints.

- Wow. That's something.

- Good photo to work with. Not
like the back alley sh*ts

we usually get.

Looks official. Who took it?

- New york police department.

- Hey!
- Nypd!

- Nobody get stupid now!
- Let's see hands!

Any other rooms?
- You're the cop.

- Tell me, and I
won't arrest you.

- Serious? Uhh, 12 through 16.

- Thanks.

Espada.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Hey! Hey, you said you
weren't gonna arrest me.

- I'm not. He is.

Tufo. - 12 through 16.

One-man search party.

- Loman, start taking
out the trash.

- I'm on it.
- Espada?

- Yeah?
- Stay here.

- 14 clear!

- All right, let
me lead with this:

I don't like sudden movements.

Are you working with these guys?

- I'm sorry. My
boyfriend said I could

just earn some extra cash
doing photoshop stuff.

- 16 clear!

- Pratt. Good school.

I got to think there's a
better way to make tuition.

- It's not tuition.
I dropped out.

- What, this glamorous
life of crime is worth

throwing all that away for?

- No.

But she is.

It's hard to give her the world

doing late shifts at
a student center.

- Harlee, you good?

- All clear.

I'm gonna be checking up on you,

debbie ramirez.

I want you back in school.

I mean it.

And listen to me very carefully.

Your baby doesn't
need the world.

She needs a mother
she can look up to.

This is your second chance.

Don't blow it.

- Harlee, you're gonna
want to see this.

- So much for the benefits
of an honest day's work.

I mean, there's got
to be 100k here.

- Bag and tag. I'm
gonna go get loman.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hang on.

You know the heist going
south cost us a big pay day.

- No.
- We took risks, all of us.

And we got nothing
to show for it

except b*llet holes
and a lot of heat.

- This is not happening.

- I was gonna open a
bar with my friends.

A family place. Tufo?
- Pay off my mom's mortgage.

- I know you have plans too.

So we need to decide right now.
The three of us.

Are we in or are we out?

- In.

- I said bag it and tag it.

This is evidence.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I hope you left a hell of a tip

for that bartender last night.

- Nobody pressed charges.

- Yeah, well,

the day is still young.

- So, is this an official visit,

or are you just mad that
maybe I cost you a vote?

It's official.

I'm here to talk
to captain mcmanus

about policy changes.

- You're full of it.

- I'm checking up
on an old friend.

- I'm fine.
- I know you better

than to accept
your first answer.

My back hurts.

Linda left me.

The mets are playing
like the mets.

- Linda left you?

- Oh, you don't
care about my back?

Yeah, she found out.

- About what?

- Donnie.

- Did you tell her that...

- no, no, no, no, I didn't
want to twist the Kn*fe.

- Something else
is going on, woz.

I know you. You can tell me.

- This place is falling apart.

- Seven, four, six, eight,

nine, two, b.

- Two, b?

- Yeah. Or not to be.

It says I'm missing a digit.

- K*llers, thugs, and
pervs on every corner,

and you got us doing data entry.

- You want to jump into
these bulgarian passports?

They got to have about ten extra
letters in their alphabet.

- It's four, actually,

but the cyrillic makes
it seem like more.

- Somebody leave
your cage door open?

- Ahh, the garbage unit...

Actually entering
cash into the system.

Have the laws of gravity
been suspended too?

- Nah, but they should pass
a law against that tie.

I see your defense
mechanisms are still intact.

You know, if I didn't know
better, I'd think you guys were

worried somebody's watching.

- Unless somebody wants.
- To grab a keyboard and pitch in,

he should watch from his office.

- Don't worry. I will.

- Whoa, I didn't even
click on anything.

- What did I tell you
about that, man?

No triple x on the work station.

- No... that's a dea alert.

- It says we're in possession
of dea-marked currency.

Case number one, five,
charlie, eight, seven, seven.

- This means more paperwork.

- One, five, charlie, what?

- Eight, seven, seven.

- That face means
more paperwork.

- No, this face is much worse.

- What is it? Who
stole the money?

- We did.

- $500 matched the heist money.

- Got to be donnie pomp.

- I'm not so sure.
If he skipped town,

the money would've, too.

- Currency circulates.

That $12 million could be all
over the northeast by now.

- And if you're looking
for a new life,

isn't a new id first priority?

- But that's the thing.

All the photo ids are backed
up on the computers we seized.

There's no donnie pomp.

- He's internal affairs.

He's not gonna leave
a paper trail.

- Speaking of the rat pack.

- Hey, espada, go head
off that weasel face

and keep him away from the dea.

- Yeah, I'll go tell
him I confess...

To the unfortunate situation
in stall number three.

- I should've just let
those guys have the cash.

- You know, the money I
gave you from the heist was

for cristina's college fund.

- There were other pressing
matters at the time.

Like keeping miguel
out of her life.

All right, so if miguel
left town with the cash,

who the hell's spending it?

Caddie.

He's the only other
person who had access.

- You trusted that junkie?

- I'll tell him to
lay low for a while.

- Junkies don't know
how to lay low.

I'll talk to him.

Believe me, I'll get
my point across.

- No, you don't
know him like I do.

- Exactly, no soft spot.
- I'll deal with it.

- Fine, I'm tired of dealing
with your messes anyhow.

- And what about yours?

You think stahl's gonna lay off

just because you spilled
a little whiskey?

He'll find another angle.

- What do these emojis mean?

- Wtf.

- Six symbols to
represent three letters?

- The point is, I'm asking him
to explain where he's been,

and he won't, or can't.

- Okay, well, "wtf"
notwithstanding,

this is great news.

Congratulations. You
found your father.

- I haven't found him if he
won't tell me where he is.

- He might not understand
these hieroglyphics.

- Could you just tell me
where he sent it from?

The text? - No.

- Aren't you a private
investigator?

- An above-average one,
but I can't retroactively

trace a text message.

However, I was able to scan
those old photos of your father

that your grandmother loaned me.

I thought you might like them.

- Thanks.

I'll get this back to you.

- Keep it. Law firm
has tons of them.

Hey, cheer up.

This is a significant
development.

He tells you he'll reach out.

- Yeah. Eventually.

- ¶ It's just another Monday ¶

- caddie?

- ¶ Boredom make me ill ¶

¶ life can just be fun, babe ¶

- either one of you seen caddie?

- You mother teresa
or something?

- Just a friend.

- ¶ I won't be home till late ¶

- haven't seen him in a while.

Pity. He was a fun dude.

- ¶ I'm too hot to handle ¶

- you probably hocked this
phone I gave you, caddie,

but I need you to call me.

The gift I handed you
isn't safe anymore.

Find me.

- ¶ Blame it on the moonlight ¶

- yeah?
- ¶ Just blame it on my youth ¶

¶ blame it on this star sign ¶

¶ that's our only truth ¶

- what's up?
- Csu found a casing.

.40 caliber.

- Wow, that's a lot of
b*llet for a mugging.

- Yeah, I'd say "execution."

I'm gonna go check in with me.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, this is
your crime scene, detective.

- Who's our vic?

- A young woman took a
single gsw to the head

sometime between
5:00 and 7:00 a.M.

- Any eyes on it?

- Nope, appears to have been
a pre-dawn party of two.

An anonymous tip rolled
over from your desk

after you took off.

- Why would a tipster be calling
directly into our unit?

- That's the mystery of the day.

- Csu found a .40-cal casing.

We might be able to get
some prints off it.

- Do you have a b*llet?

- Yeah. In her skull.

Excuse me. I'm gonna
go make myself useful.

- Is there something going
on between the two of you

that I need to care about?

- No cameras, no witnesses.
Got to work pretty hard

to find that kind of privacy.

Kind of thing that
would require a plan.

- Well, probably someone
familiar with her routine.

Followed her, waited for
the right opportunity.

- sh**t goes through
that much trouble,

kills her with a single sh*t,

and then leaves a
shell casing behind?

- Opened like a pro,
closed like an amateur.

- It's caroline.

- Huh?

- I know her. I...

She was nava's ex-fiancйe.

- What?

- James nava, our ada.
Tall, beard.

- The crusader guy?

- He was prosecuting the mob
case before it got thrown out.

Do you think?

- No. No, no, no.
Some low-level da?

He's not even gonna
cr*ck the top ten

of bianchi's enemy list.

Mm-mm.

- The anonymous tip.

And she was k*lled
with a .40 caliber?

- Says the casing.

- What was the wine we spilled
when we arrested bianchi?

- Some expensive red.
- He has my g*n.

My backup piece.

- .40 caliber.

- It's my name on
bianchi's list,

and he signed it all
over this crime scene.

- All right, guys. Let's
get her out of here.

- They should zip
me up with her,

save themselves a bag.

- We can try a new approach

and tell the truth.

Report your g*n stolen.

- Six hours after
the body dropped?

- You didn't know until now.

It's not as if you had motive.

Do you have motive?

- I'm dating nava.

- How come I didn't
know about this?

- Nobody knows. I was
trying to be discrete.

Once those ballistics
come back...

- No, the b*llet's not
your only problem.

Unless somebody else
loaded your g*n,

your fingerprints are
all over the casings.

The good thing is, it's
our tip, our case.

- Finding it a little hard

to see the silver
lining in that one.

- Look. Tess is running point.

We have to get back
to the precinct,

catch everybody up to speed.

- No, woz, wait, slow down.
This has to stay between us.

- If we're gonna b*at
bianchi at his game,

we're gonna need every
player on the field.

- I think we may have a leak.

Verco found the freezer.

He was waiting for me there.

I think he's squeezing
one of the crew.

- How many things have you
been keeping from me?

- I was looking for
something firm.

- Hey, we got a name.

Caroline winston, jsd.

Her prints are in the system
through the bar association.

She's a lawyer.
- Do we have a next of kin yet?

- Espada's headed to her.
- Apartment to look for her phone.

She's about a block from here.

She was probably
headed to the subway.

- Early morning.
- Or late night.

- Team's all set. We
good to take her?

- Yeah, go ahead. I want
the ballistics report

as soon as possible.

Sooner if you want
to impress me.

- I have harnessed the
power of the internet

for good instead of evil.

- You Google something?
- I found something:

An engagement announcement
in the "new haven register"

from last spring,

during our victim's
happier times.

The victim was engaged
to james nava.

- Is that our ada?

Cha!

- What's this?

- Have you ever read about
king umberto I of Italy?

- Yeah, since I'm
clearly italian.

- 1900, king umberto happens
upon a small tavern

whose owner looks so
much like himself,

he could be his twin.

- Ooh, great story.
Tell it again.

- They have a few laughs
about it, a few drinks.

Then they get to talking.

Turns out, the pair were
born on the same day

in the same year
in the same town,

and the owner's name just
also happens to be...

- I think I can guess.

- Umberto!

So, the very next morning,
the king is informed

that the tavern owner
was hit in the neck

by an accidental g*n discharge.

- Oh, should've
kept his safety on.

- Yeah, yeah, so the king asks
when the man's funeral will be,

but before the aide has
a chance to respond,

king umberto is
sh*t in the throat

by an assassin in the
crowd, dies instantly.

True story.

- So, the point behind your
charming little narrative

is what?

Coincidence?

- Hey!

The dea money that was stolen
in the armored truck heist...

That you reported...

Just showed up at
the scene of a bust

that you participated in.

What are the chances?

- I think I'll leave
my safety on today.

- Be a fall guy if
you want, loman,

but don't make it so damn easy.

- Come on, give it up.

- Whoa, whoa. Easy.

It responds to kindness.

- It responds to nothing.

- Hey, listen. Did
you log in that cash

from the forgery mill?

- Yeah. Thanks for your help.

You missed the dea
rectal examination.

Hey, give me another
dollar, would you?

- Verco seems to think
it's the same cash

from the armored truck heist.

- Apparently donnie
pomp is out there

spending our hard-earned
stolen cash.

- We don't know it's donnie.
- Who else would it be?

- Did anyone from the
crew know him well?

Donnie pomp?

- Internal affairs?
Are you kidding?

- No need to volunteer
information.

Answer yes or no when possible.
Don't elaborate.

- But his questions are
implying that I...

- I know what his questions
are implying, but...

What a defense attorney
says isn't testimony.

Detectives?

- Your office told us
you were in court.

- Short recess.

- Do you have a
minute, counselor?

- Not the best time.
- It's important.

- Seriously, if I wanted
to be this bored,

I could go to grandma's.

- I'm almost done.

Hey, since when does
toby have a motorcycle?

- It's old. He just
finished fixing it up.

We raced his brother down
flatbush last night,

took a turn so low I could've
touched the pavement.

- Sounds safe.

- Eh, maybe not, but
it made me feel alive.

You know those moments
when it's like time stops

and nothing matters
except the here and now?

- Yeah, no, with my mom
always on my back,

I never really get a chance
to ignore the consequences.

- Well, we can fix that today,

if you're interested.

- Where? Where did you find her?

- West prospect park,
near 7th avenue.

- I told her a hundred times
not to cut through there.

- I'm so sorry.
- When did you break off

the engagement?

- Um, couple of months ago.

Did you say sh*t in the head?

- Yes.

- One b*llet?
- Does it make a difference?

- I'm asking if it was su1c1de.

- No, it was a m*rder.

One b*llet to the head,
execution style.

- Tess.
- Who would do that?

Random psychopaths
aren't roaming around

executing women in the park
at 7:00 in the morning.

- Did caroline have any enemies?

- Is this a police interview?

- When was the last
time you saw her?

- Last night.

She came to my apartment.

- Doesn't sound
like a clean break.

- We were together a long time.

She wanted to believe
it was temporary.

- Did you guys fight about that?

I mean, you mentioned that
she could've been suicidal.

- It wasn't a fight.

She saw two teacups on the
table, she got upset.

- Who did the other
teacup belong to?

- No one.

I set my cup down
somewhere, grabbed another.

Where is she now?

- Most likely on her
way to the morgue.

- What time did she leave there?

Your apartment.

- James, we're back.

- Start without me.
- It's your witness.

- Excuse me.
- I have to request a continuance.

- Well, do you mind stopping
by the precinct after that?

Help us with some
details, timeline?

- Yeah. Okay.

- Well, I hate to say it,

but I think that's our guy.

- Bianchi. Tell me where he is.

- Ma'am, please
lower your voice.

This is a tranquil space.

- It's a front for the mob.

- I'm sorry, but
you need to leave.

- Not till he gets
his ass out here.

- I'm calling the police.

- Good news. They're
already here.

Bianchi.

- Detective santos.

I'm afraid this establishment is

a little above your price point.

- You want to come after me?
Let's go.

At least I can defend myself.

- Well, you do seem
to be carrying

a little extra tension today.

How about a deep tissue massage?
On the house.

- Tell him to get
his hands off me.

- Or what? You'll...

- okay, okay. Stop.

Now you're just making a scene.

- It's got nothing on the
one you made this morning.

- How's it feel, detective,

to have your face
stamped on a charge?

- That woman had nothing
to do with you and me.

- But that's the problem.
- With the dirty end of the field.

Isn't it?

A lot of collateral damage.

Now, that clip of
yours holds what?

Nine, minus the one.

That leaves...

That leaves a lot more b*ll*ts.

- Well...

house is still standing.

That was a coin flip.

- Hey.

You back?

- Suitcase needs restocking.

- Well, why don't you
lose the suitcase?

- The house may still
be standing, matt,

but some things are
beyond repair.

- Like my office window.

Today it just... Shattered.

- I-I was always good at that
"no questions asked" part.

Too good, as it turns out.

So, should I ignore
the g*n in your hand?

- I need to protect somebody.

- You always do.

- Yeah, except this time,
I don't know if I should.

- Just fix your window, matt.

It's a good place to start.

- Most hard evidence
in a case is gathered

in the first 24 hours.

Why don't you try
gathering some?

- I can walk and
chew gum, james.

- I know what this is, and
you can always find me.

Please, go do your job.

I thought we said 2:00.

- Do me a favor. No more
questions for a while.

- Is there an issue?

- I said all I'm
gonna say today.

- If you have anything
else you want to share,

you know where to find us.

He's lawyering up.

- Well, he's an ada.

You come at him
with klieg lights,

what do you expect?

- I have enough
experience with lying men

to know when one's
hiding something.

- I'm sure he's seen his
share of false arrests.

You know, it's a reflex action.

- Crimes of passion
are always sloppy.

I don't care who you are.

- Are you familiar with the
term "rush to judgment"?

- Can we go back to this morning
when you and I weren't speaking?

- I just want to make sure
you don't miss anything.

- It's not my first
barbecue, harlee.

The search warrant is
being issued as we speak

for the security footage.

- Which security footage?

- Nava's apartment building.

Got to build a timeline,
verify when the victim entered

and exited his
building last night.

- Promise you won't
k*ll the messenger?

- No.
- Like, a general assurance?

- At this rate, I might k*ll you
before you give me the message.

- Crime lab misplaced
your shell casings.

- Define misplaced.
- No damn clue where it is.

- Did they at least
dust it first?

- Logged on scene,
not in the kit.

- Who's the crime tech?
- Tuscano.

If you want to berate directly,
he's on hold at my desk.

- Unbelievable. What line?
- Three.

- I'll check and see if they
broke down the perimeter.

- Hey, this is tess
nazario at the 64th.

I was waiting on a
residential search warrant.

- Tuscano, you can map the
genome off a saliva swab,

but you can't hold on
to one metal object?

- Can you hold onto it
for me for a minute?

We might expand it to
the adjacent apartment.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Nope, we'll re-file.
Cleaner paperwork.

Thank you.

- It's like incompetence is
contagious or something.

Who was that?

- Oh, drunk and disorderly
at the 3rd street cleaners.

I'll take it.

And I wouldn't worry
about that shell.

You've still got ballistics.

- That guy's not winning
any arm wrestling matches

anytime soon.

- Oh, he was wearing a vest.

- What about that one?

- Got tired of his mouthing off.

Yeah, listen.

The cash from the
heist showed up

at the forgery mill.

- We got a lot of
cases to clear,

so if you're gonna
ask a question,

don't take the scenic route.

- You told espada
that donnie's the one

who put it back
into circulation.

- I told him he might have.

- You and I both know
that's impossible.

- Would you rather me tell
him donnie couldn't do it

because you k*lled him?

It never stops, does it?

- Every lie I tell
is for the family.

We're gonna get through this,

but you're gonna have
to take my lead.

Now, are you with me, loman?

- To the end of the
line, lieutenant.

- All right.

Let's get back to work.

- Hey. That's not
your service w*apon.

- This, well,

you got to be able to sh**t
whatever you can find.

They use this a lot
on the street.

Easy to hide.

- Nine millimeter?

- Nah, it's a 40-cal.

- Nice.

- Yo, what's the holdup?

- I don't know. The clerk
was sitting on it.

He said he thought you wanted
to expand the search warrant.

- No.

Why is it everybody
wants to do my job,

but all they do
is get in my way?

- I'll drive if you want.

- Hey, I got it,
detective espada.

Why don't you sit this one out?

- Last time I checked,
you're not my co.

- Gonna make me pull rank? I'm
getting cabin fever in here.

I could use a field trip.

- Like I said.

- Don't worry. I won't
get out of the car.

- Beautiful throw by garcia.

- what are you doing?
Don't swing at 3-0!

- Here's the pitch.
Swing and a miss.

Throws back to the pitcher.

- come on, not in the ninth.

- Can I help you with something?

- It's okay. Nypd.

This is evidence in a
m*rder investigation.

- A badge isn't a warrant.

- Got it right here. Sorry.

My partner got ahead of herself.

- Jesus, harlee, why don't you
just throw me down the stairs,

save us both the trouble?

- I might... what are you
doing bringing verco here?

- I can't seem to
shake either of you.

I have been scratching my
head as to why I can't

get any traction on this case.
- Lower your voice.

- And the reason is standing
right in front of me.

I'm sorry. Lower my voice?

- Surveillance footage
from this building is not

gonna tell you anything
about that woman's m*rder.

- So why the rush to
get your hands on it?

Okay, I'll figure
it out for myself.

Tess, I'm on the tape.

- What?
- I was here last night.

I passed caroline on my way out.

- Wait, wait, wait.
You're the teacup?

- I'm the girlfriend.

- Ugh, even more reason for
you to stay out of this.

You are never gonna see
this guy straight.

- It is him who doesn't
see me straight.

- Your judgment is clouded.
- It's not.

On him, on this, I
promise you, it is not.

- You care about this guy.
- More than I'd like.

- Enough to cover for him?

- He has nothing
to do with this!

- Harlee, did you
lift my shell casing?

- My fingerprints are on it.

- That's why we
don't touch them.

- No.

Caroline was k*lled with my g*n.

It was stolen.

I can't tell you how.
I can't tell you why.

You're just gonna have
to trust me on this.

- You want me to trust you?

You all but accused me of
snitching to internal affairs,

and you're asking
me to submarine

an entire m*rder investigation

just 'cause you asked me to?

- Yes.
- You want me to go

to this woman's parents and
say, "sorry, m*rder unsolved.

There will be no justice
for your daughter"?

Yes.

- And expect me
to sleep tonight?

- Look, do it or don't
do it, tess, okay?

It's your call!

But I am asking for your help.

- There you are.

Didn't realize there
was a planned detour.

- Just needed to look at
things with fresh eyes.

- Security footage?

- Right here.

- Lieutenant wozniak?
- Yeah.

- I was told you
wanted to see me.

- Yeah, I want to see
caroline winston.

- I know you wanted
this one fast-tracked.

I was just prepping the body
for autopsy when you came.

- Well, I really appreciate it.

Can I have a minute
alone with her, please?

- I haven't... I mean, in
terms of cleaning her up.

- Oh, no, that's... that's okay.

She's not my grandmother.
I-I can handle it.

Never put much thought
into this old...

Heart-to-heart with
a corpse routine.

But I'm supposed to say...

I'll find the person
that did this to you.

This one's gonna be...

A little different.

See, I know who did this to you.

You didn't deserve it.

But I'm not gonna
solve this case.

I'm sure you probably would
much rather be someplace else.

That makes two of us.

But I promise you this...

That when I find the guy
that did this to you...

I'm not gonna call the cops.

- Well, if you get
anything else...

- What slug did you think
you were gonna use?

- I was just following
napoleon's playbook:

Show up and see what happens.

- Amateur hour.

Hey.

You didn't think I'd
have you covered?

- Thank you, woz.

- If anyone's gonna make you
pay for your screw-ups,

it damn well better be me.

- Looks like bianchi got
away with m*rder today.

In a way, so did I.

- For now.

I don't break promises
to dead people.

- I paid bianchi a visit today.

Traded threats over
cucumber water.

I tell him who put you
and I onto him, or...

- or he empties your clip
one b*llet at a time?

- I can't take any more
blood on my hands.

- It's your g*n, but I gave you
the w*apon to plant on bianchi.

We both have blood on our hands.

- Uh, I think you have
the wrong apartment.

- Cristina? I'm a
friend of your mom's.

Can I talk to her?

- She can't come to
the door right now.

- Smart. She taught you well.

You probably don't remember me.

I think last time I saw
you, you were five or six.

I was your mom's
training officer.

My name's caddie.

- You don't look like a cop.

- I'm retired.

- Do you want to leave
a message for her?

- Delivery, actually.

Do me a solid and give her this.

Tell her I'm laying low
a while like she asked.

And don't open that.

- I never took you for
a wine connoisseur.

- Oh, yeah. Are you kidding me?

For example, this here...

This is a red.

Is that a
do-it-yourself project?

- Well, with everything
that's going on around here,

I need a clear view.

- No cracks in the window,
no cracks in the team.

Don't work too hard trying to
convince yourself otherwise.

- We're good with your
m*rder investigation?

- What started out as
an afternoon lay-up

is now a full-blown whodunit.

- Sometimes these things
get away from you.

Anybody need a paperweight?

- Whoa, that's evidence.
You break it, you buy it.

- Take up a collection.
Thing's busted.

Never recorded a frame,

as if it's been wiped clean.

- Well, this whole precinct's
been jinxed recently,

as if we picked up an albatross.

- cr*ck team you got
here, lieutenant.

- Yep.

Except no carpenters.

- Well, you never
know about people.

For instance, donnie pomp.

Even when I first saw the file,
I thought it was a misprint.

What kind of name
is donnie pomp?

And then I come to find
out that he has this...

This knockout of a girlfriend.

- Will you hand me the
nails there, please?

- And then, you know, as
I'm turning over rocks,

things get interesting fast.

- I wish you'd start
getting interesting fast.

- It got awkward talking
to the girlfriend.

I mean, how does this
dumb bitch not know

the guy's smoking
pole on the side?

I man, blissful
ignorance, I guess.

Well, I got to find him anyway.

- Figured you didn't
eat much today.

- I should just get you a key,

save you the trouble of a
search warrant next time.

- You know the ex is the first
place a good cop looks.

- And you distanced
yourself pretty fast.

- I didn't want to
complicate things for you.

- So, nothing from ballistics?
No witnesses?

James, I'm sorry.

It doesn't look promising.

- So look harder.
- We will.

But you know the odds, right?

I mean, I'm sure there's a
stack of open, unsolved files

on your desk right now.

- This is the woman
I was gonna marry.

She's not a file.

- None of them are.

- In your job,

you ever have an instinct,
follow a gut feeling?

- All the time.
- Yeah.

Me too.

- Which is?

- Nothing good has come
out of you and me.

- ¶ When did we lose our way? ¶

Look at me when you
say the next part.

- I need you to
stay away from me.

- ¶ Go ¶

¶ so many can't tell anybody ¶

¶ harder to let you know ¶

- you know, all the
way to this door,

I thought you might stop me.

- ¶ Call me when you made up
your mind but you won't ¶

¶ caught up in the way... ¶

- so did I.

- ¶ Only love could
ever hit this hard ¶

- I keep the rye just for you.

- So nice to know.
- That one's vices are remembered.

As well as my phone number.

- ¶ The way it made you feel ¶

- that girl was not a
part of this, julia.

It has to end.

- From where I'm sitting,
it never should've started.

But here we are.

- I need you to
stand down bianchi.

- Put out a fire kindled
by matt wozniak?

Ooh, that's been a while.

- Well, if you can't
broker a peace,

then at least give me a w*r
without collateral damage.

- I will do what I can, but I
don't have a leash on bianchi.

- ¶ No one needs to know ¶

- and harlee needs her g*n back.

- ¶ Call me when you
made up your mind ¶

- and I need to know where all
this interest is coming from.

- You should understand

that by not telling you,

I'm protecting you.

- Matt, this is not
an interrogation.

- Everything's an interrogation.

That's the world we play in.

- It's a world I'm
trying to change.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Where are you gonna start?

With yourself?

You know what I'm asking.

- ¶ Call me when you made up
your mind but you won't ¶

- how much have you
changed, julia?

- ¶ Only love could
ever hit this hard ¶

¶ ohh don't be scared about it ¶

¶ don't forget it was real ¶

I still remember what you like.

- ¶ Do you remember the
way it made you feel? ¶

¶ do you remember the
things it let you feel? ¶

- I'm not gonna be gentle.

- I don't deserve gentle.

- ¶ Oh when you think about it ¶

¶ do you remember me? ¶

¶ oh-oh, do you remember the
way it made you feel? ¶

- ¶ do you remember the
things it let you feel? ¶