02x08 - Unpaid Debts

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

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

I'm not the only one that got this.

She's an escort.

- What's your name?
- Harlee.

You called her by my name.

What profile does that fit?

Obsession.

Wozniak isn't the informant.

- I am.
- I have lost track

of what it means to wear that.
I need some time away.

- [g*n cocks]
- Donnie's dead.

It was self-defense.

We all have to carry our own sins...

[screeches]

- Or bury them.
- Tell me what S

has to do with Detective Saperstein.

You botched this operation, Agent Stahl,

and then you have sex with me

already knowing I'd be your fall guy.

[g*nsh*t]

We stick to the assignment.

Julia Ayres got my partner k*lled.

Bianchi took it as a personal challenge.

There's gonna be blood.

They say there's
a b*llet waiting for us all.

You tell Ayres I can call hers in.

You force me to make an enemy tonight.

You and I have different priorities.

Good luck to you, Harlee.

[g*nshots]

[distorted scream]

- [overlapping shouting]
- Julia.

Julia, are you hit?

[overlapping shouting]

[dramatic music]

NYPD. Give me some space.

Is the councilwoman the only target?

Is Bianchi going after anyone else?

[gasps]

[distorted children's laughter]

[distorted lilting music from truck]

♪ ♪

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[keys click]

All units respond Code .

- , sh*ts fired, at WNBC.

Councilwoman Ayres
is secured on the scene.

Repeat, this is a report of sh*ts fired.

- All units...
- [engine turns over]

[sirens wailing]

sh**t's dead.

Croatian national here
on a tourist visa.

Interpol's checking
for any known affiliations.

We both know who set this up.
He just contracted it out.

- And missed.
- This time.

Bianchi must think I'm the one
who put the Feds onto him.

Woz is out looking for him right now.

Harlee, I don't know how we got here.

I would give anything
to go back to start.

Yeah.

Me too.

[knocks on door]

- Yes, come in.
- [door opens]

The press pool is gathering.

Are you sure you don't need
anything else, ma'am?

No, I'm fine, Austin.
Just, uh, put those there,

and tell 'em we'll be down in five.

Thank you.

[door closes]

Yeah.

I think we should keep you
in the blue family.

Well, you can't go on camera
with blood on you.

I came here as your friend, all right?

Not as a stage prop.

Like it or not, this is
the biggest story in New York.

Hell, it's even gone national.

Either you address the media tonight

or you address them
on your front stoop tomorrow.

It's your choice.

[phone ringing]

Hey, I got a call my brother was here.

- Wallace Tufo?
- You're the NYPD officer?

Yeah, that's me.

How bad is he?

[machine beeping]

Who did this?

- Forget about it.
- No, I get a call

that the only family I got left
is busted up in the hospital,

I'm gonna find out who put him there.

Quince.

sh*t caller on Astoria.

Wallace, I left you alone for six hours

and you already back to running?

I had a debt to pay.

Drive a car from here to there.

Old lady runs a red, T-bones me.

Car was hot, so I had to ditch it.

Couple hours later,
Quince and his boys found me.

That's the last thing I remember.

You've been out for one damn day.

- [groans]
- I stood up for you, Wallace.

I owed the man.

- [growls]
- He kept me safe on the inside.

Protection ain't free.

Marcus...

leave it be.

I got an off-the-books situation.

You turned in your badge.

Everything's off-the-books with you.

We're carrying heavy in the a.m.

- On who?
- Some son of a bitch

that has it coming,
and I need all the party favors.

Can you hook me up?

Jack Russell's a fine animal.

Not the biggest,
but they got a lot of spirit.

You pit one of them against a Rottweiler

or German Shepherd,
they'll fight to the death

just to be the alpha.

Must be why Max
took such a liking to you.

You're both all balls, no brains.

I been looking for your boyfriend.

Went to his house,

to his restaurant,

to his clubs.

Where is Mr. Bianchi?

You're him, aren't you?

You're that crazy cop.

I told him a w*r
with the NYPD was, well...

not a good idea.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

He's been pretty good to me.

I don't care. I don't care.

He took care of my dad when he was sick.

I don't care.

Do you mind if, um...

If I have a smoke?

[groans]

These things will k*ll you.

♪ ♪

[g*n clicking]

[laughs]

- Check the clip...
- [grunts]

Before you pull the trigger, sweetheart.

- Get off me!
- [grunts]

- Get off...
- Tell me! Where is he?

I'm just a good lay to him. I'm nothing.

He almost k*lled
a friend of mine tonight!

- [squeals]
- Come on, one more lie.

- Tell me one more lie!
- [muffled] Italy!

Italy! He's in Italy.

He said he needed to lay low
for a while.

[laughs] The old country?

That's what you're gonna go with?

It's the truth.

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

Please. Please... no, please.

♪ ♪

You're lucky I like dogs.

["Burning Man" by Watt playing]

♪ Oh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Baby, I got the b*at that won't stop ♪

- FBI!
- Get on the ground!

[all shouting at once]

Down on the ground! Spread 'em!

On the ground! Let's go!

All the way! Come on.

♪ Get lost in paradise ♪

♪ This feeling's all we got tonight ♪

All right, get him up. Let's move.

♪ Baby ♪

♪ I'm a burning man, baby ♪

♪ Burning man, baby ♪

♪ ♪

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

[g*n clicking]

♪ ♪

Looks like you're planning
on giving somebody

one heck of a wakeup call.

♪ ♪

Me too.

Detective Carlos Espada,
I'm Robert Stahl.

I'm with the FBI.

You're under arrest.

♪ ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ I'm a burnin' man, baby ♪

♪ Burnin' man, baby ♪

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[metal clangs]

[thumping]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[shower running]

[phone beeps, line trills]

Sorry I missed you. Leave a message.

Caddie, it's Harlee again.

Don't disappear on me. Where are you?

- Call me as soon as you get this.
- [cell phone beeps]

Thought we were past
the walk-of-shame phase.

I just have to go debrief
Captain McManus.

I, uh, felt like
you were having bad dreams.

You're not ready to hear my nightmares.

Try me.

I'm not ready to tell you.

After a sh**ting, it's normal to have

a certain amount of PTSD.

This isn't the first time
I've fired my w*apon.

First time you k*lled someone.

[soft dramatic music]

[machine beeps, whirs]

Could we speed this up, man?

I'd like to make my phone call.

That may take awhile, Detective.

Sunday shift.

Limited resources. You understand.

Yeah, no problem.
I'm happy to reschedule.

Well, I'm afraid I can't
help you there, Detective.

You are, uh, welcome
to use mine if you want.

You assaulted a superior
officer with pocket change?

A roll of quarters balled up
in your fist

inflicts some serious hurt.

Can we go back and start
with how you joined the unit?

- That is how I joined the unit.
- [chuckles]

But you're not interested in all that.

You're here to interview our hero cop.

I'm interested in everybody.

A former member of your unit
is running for mayor,

another member prevented
her assassination.

And you're hoping being the boss's son

- gets you an exclusive.
- [phone ringing]

I'm hoping you finish your story.

Well, I'd just earned my gold shield,

the Manhattan North Homicide
unit was, uh,

needing some estrogen. Hold on.

Detective Santos' desk.

No, no, no, still not back yet.

I don't know.

Anyway, this first grade detective

offered to take me under his wing,

although he was more tormentor
than mentor.

And then when the jokes
escalated to ass grabbing,

I got fed up, and I filed
a sexual harassment complaint.

Up went the blue wall, and fast.

Tess, did you take
an incoming call for me?

Only from every major news
outlet from here to Tokyo.

Back to work less than hours

after taking out an assassin,

- that is impressive.
- Nate.

Are you here for your dad?

Sort of. Except he doesn't know it yet.

Is the old man working this weekend?

You could have solved that
mystery with one phone call.

I'm writing a piece for the "Post."

I was actually hoping
you'd sit down with me

- for an interview.
- [cell phone ringing]

Exactly what I was trying to avoid.

Gotta warn you, I can be tenacious.

Yeah. Last name Wozniak.

Seriously? Do you not watch the news?

I got a little sidetracked last night.

I didn't realize
you were still on retainer

with this jackoff.

Espada? How did you get this phone?

Where are you?

Hey, wanna hear this or not? Hmm?

Edge of my seat.

So one night,
he tries to unbutton my jeans.

And you introduced him
to a fist full of Washington's.

And I felt pretty damn good
about it too.

Until I was suspended without pay

pending an official review.

- Something wrong?
- And then one night,

I, uh, was sitting
in my apartment stewing,

and there's a knock at the door,

and I had never met your dad before,

but I'd heard about him,
and he'd heard about me now,

and apparently,
I was the kind of stubborn bitch

he was looking for.

When was the last time you saw Tufo?

A heavily connected dealer in Queens.

Who tuned up your brother.

Yeah, put him in Intensive Care Unit,

and I need to have
a conversation with the man.

Are we arresting him
after this "conversation"?

Well, God knows what kind of
illegal activity we'll find

- on the premises.
- So we wait till tomorrow.

- Go in with a warrant.
- Wallace is on parole.

They could put him back in
just for associating.

I mean, normally,
I'd blaze in with the crew,

except there ain't no crew.

And Espada is MIA.

What constitutes "associating"?

Mike, this is personal. This is family.

This is also dangerous
and I need backup.

Man, I'm asking for your help.
Right now.

All right? Right now.

I would like to extend
my deepest gratitude

to the bravery of the NYPD,

and in particular
to Detective Harlee Santos

whose courage under fire saved my life

and the lives of countless others.

Over a three-point bump
in online polls and rising.

Well, we'll see what kind
of figure she cuts

doing a perp walk on the : news.

Every step Ayers takes
closer to the mayor's office

makes the burden of proof
that much higher.

In hours, we should have it
straight from her mouth.

You're confident that Wozniak
will finally surrender?

Well, if not,
our sad little guest over there

will be processed and moved to MCC.

Putting a cop in Metro,

you're throwing him in a shark t*nk.

Let him get eaten.

We'll see how long
Wozniak's crew stands by him.

Where's Stahl keeping him?

Downtown. The FBI detention center.

It had to be the assassination attempt.

He felt Julia slipping away

and he reacted by picking up Espada.

I should have finished him off

when I had my hands around his throat.

- Do we tell the crew?
- Get them more pissed off

and paranoid than they already are?

Let me get Espada first.

You know what that's gonna take.

Stringing Stahl along
wasn't gonna work forever.

Hey, Tufo's not answering.
Do you think he's hot enough

to move against this Quince guy
on his own?

Well, his brother's lying
in Mercy with a cerebral edema,

and he asked Espada for enough weapons

- to fuel a small revolution.
- You know what?

Arrest the dealer
before Tufo gets to him, okay?

Nate. Hey, you okay?

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- I mean, I'm working.
- Is your mom all right?

She's fine, Dad.

I'm writing a freelance on your unit.

How Councilwoman Ayres'
time here saved her life.

Think I can get an interview?

You know, there's nothing
I'd like to do more,

but I just can't do it right now.

I can't. Later?

Scumbags don't keep banker's hours.

- My next tattoo.
- [door opens and closes]

What, are we gonna pretend we're selling

Girl Scout cookies?

Be better if we were in uniform.

I'd prefer Espada's arsenal.
Where is he?

Rough night, rougher morning.

He's in no condition to help anyone,

- including himself.
- Drop the w*apon!

NYPD. I'd listen to him, sweetheart.

You got the AK, Karen. Just smoke 'em.

- g*ns down now!
- Police.

- On the floor!
- Put 'em down!

We've already been through that part.

You're in no position
to be laying out terms, hero.

Maybe you ain't notice,
but baby girl here's packing

an a*t*matic. rounds per second.

- Yo, Loman.
- Yeah?

Baby girl blinks,
you drop her ass first.

- Easy, Tufo.
- No need.

Baby girl ain't gonna light up
a room full of cops

with the little man watching,
now, is she?

Adrian, get to your room.

Look, I'm not telling anybody
what to do.

[tense music]

I prefer to lead by example.

Harlee, don't even think about it.

♪ ♪

Now you've got a choice.

♪ ♪

Let's think about what you do next.

You can waste a bunch of cops,

assuming they don't waste you back,

you spend the rest of your life
in solitary,

or we can have a conversation.

Conversation is his dumbass
brother wrecked my delivery car.

Ditched a high-value shipment.

- Where's the car now?
- Where you think?

- The ride was stolen.
- Police impound.

All right, well,
the good news is, we're police.

Why don't you let us help you out.

Can you be more specific, dollface?

We liberate the vehicle,

deliver it to you,

and his brother's debt is paid.

Forever.

Did I have a stroke?
Because it sounds like

you promised to steal a car from NYPD

for the banger
who just tried to k*ll us.

I say we place an anonymous call.

Make sure SWAT finds a pound
of smack in Quince's bedroom.

And he implicates your brother
for trafficking

before the arrest report is filed.

Is that what you want?
I'm looking for payback.

And you thought you'd get it
by banging through the door

with no badge
and a set of brass knuckles?

Loman had a badge. I was an observer.

Wait, wait, wait.
You turned in your shield?

I'm taking some time to evaluate.

How's day one working out?

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, I'm here to see Carlos Espada.

I'm his attorney.

Matt Wozniak, esquire.

You could have
at least worn a suit, Matt.

I wanna talk to him now.

No, not here. There's no visitors here.

Not until he's three hots
and a cot at Metro.

This is what happens when you
don't play ball with me.

The rest of your team gets
to pay for your arrogance.

He doesn't know anything about Julia.

You're drilling a dry hole,

but I'm sure you're used to that by now.

I'm not even looking
for anything from him.

I'm collecting on your debt.

So at : a.m. tomorrow,

Detective Carlos Espada
of the th precinct

is going to be arraigned
in U.S. District Court,

and after that,
it's out of both our hands,

so you should start looking
at group rates

- on a really good lawyer.
- Yeah?

And you're never gonna get
who you're really after.

I'm not getting her now.

So that's it. It's over.

I know it's hard playing the martyr

when you're inflicting all this damage

on everybody around you. So go ahead.

You protect one lousy whore for the mob.

Or... you wear the wire.

You get Councilwoman Ayres on record

and you deliver it to me.

Not in a week, not in a month,

but soon enough for me
to stop Espada's arraignment.

[engine grinding]

Your brother really did
a number on this.

Wasn't his fault.
Some senior lady ran a light.

I'm thinking Tess shows up here

in about an hour with a low-cut blouse,

bats her eyes at our friend at the gate

and then asks for help

with a vehicle
on the other side of the lot.

And when officer slick busts a move,

I drive the Civic through the exit.

Close. I drive it out.

Then I drop it off with you and Loman

at the precinct,

and then you can take it to Quince.

Well, it's my brother,

and just because
you crashed Quince's crib

does not mean you get to call the plays.

I mean, as far as I'm concerned,
you can head back to the bench.

Okay, coach, but unless you know

how to replace a distributor cap
on a ' Civic,

this engine's not turning over.

That's gonna make up
for selling out the people

that risked their lives
for you every damn day?

All I've ever cared about

is protecting this family.

Look I shouldn't have lied to you,

and I'm sorry.

- But consider one thing.
- Oh, this should be good.

If I hadn't of crashed Quince's,

you'd be a Jackson Pollock
all over his wall right now.

[man speaking indistinctly
over PA system]

I'll go find you that distributor cap.

- [door closes]
- Good news:

you got a gluten-free option
on the menu.

Just took a dump
in front of two meth heads

and you're over here cracking jokes?

This is on you.

Oh, because you're such a choir boy?

You've made choices too, my friend.

I thought you and Harlee
made a deal with the Feds.

- We did.
- But what?

You had to give up a pound of flesh,

- and I was the most disposable?
- What?

You're lucky I can't come over there

and slap that sourpuss
right off your face.

[soft dramatic music]

Anyone ever tell you that
you blow at giving pep talks?

Listen, keep your shoulders back.

You're a cop on the inside.

Stop sulking
and don't show any weakness.

They arraign me in the morning.

Even if I b*at the charges,
my career's over.

I'm figuring out a play
to get you out of here,

but in the meantime, stand tall.

Figuring out?

As in you don't have one.

You're walking out of here
a free man tomorrow.

You have my word.

Home safe.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Damn it! [muttering]

♪ ♪

Indisputable fact, Harlee.

Nobody knows where
a man's skeletons are buried

like the woman in his life.

That doesn't mean
she has something to say,

and I don't think Stahl
lets people in like that.

He compartmentalizes.

Maybe now.

But there has to be a reason for that.

He didn't turn into a psycho overnight.

You learn how to hide
'cause someone's chasing you.

If anybody knows
who's chasing Stahl, it's her.

Look, if I'm wrong, I'm wrong,
but if I'm right,

we're having Bloody Marys
with Espada tomorrow morning.

I'll punch through
the final bell with you, Woz.

I will, but you have to realize

that Stahl has you locked in a corner.

We're not there yet.

Well, then I think
that you have the best chance

with the former Mrs. Stahl.

I mean, you helped her secure
full custody.

Yeah, but you share a common problem.

[knocking]

We don't want any. I only answered

'cause I have a sick kid napping.

Wait, Marta Stahl?

I owe you an apology.

I'm the woman from the video.

The whore?

I need your help.

I'm worried that he's gonna k*ll me.

♪ ♪

Your ex-husband follows me.

Sometimes every day.

I'll come out of a store,

and he'll just be standing there.

Watching. He doesn't say a word.

He's just taunting me.

Did you call the police?

He looks like an altar boy
and works for the FBI.

How does that play out?

What is it you want from me?

He did that?

And worse.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Winning really matters to Robert.

It's the only reason he wanted
joint custody of Justin.

But he lost.

♪ ♪

He lost because of that video.

Are you saying you did me a favor?

I'm... I'm saying that...

that now I need something like that,

and I'm praying that
you can give it to me.

Look, you don't owe me anything,

but I'd appreciate any information

that could give me a fighting chance.

You know, you might have mentioned

that I was a lone badge
before we kicked the door down.

Would it have made a difference?

- Maybe.
- Listen, man.

I'm grateful, all right?
And if you ever need anything,

you just let me know.
I'll be the first one in.

No questions asked.

But you gotta stop pretending

like you're a victim of circumstance.

Nah, I was a victim
of a half-baked plan.

You're a grown man.

You knew what we went there to do.

To take down a criminal.
Not do his work for him.

A man's survival depends
on his ability to adapt.

You could justify just
about anything with that.

Take a stand or get out the way.

- Okay.
- Okay.

But I'm looking at that trunk
before we deliver anything

to that son of a bitch.

Third option.
I send your ass back to church.

- And where is Harlee?
- On assignment.

I'm the designated car thief.

Well, I wasn't looking
to involve you, Woz.

First in a moron-a-thon of misjudgments.

My brother is busted up,

in debt to this drug dealer.

I mean, I didn't have a lot of options.

- [cell phone ringing]
- Nah, you probably wouldn't

when you turn your back on your friends.

- [cell phone beeps]
- Hey, yeah, I got the car.

- What do you got?
- It's still a Hail Mary.

The ex-wife gave me
the name of the woman

at the center of Stahl's career issues.

What, a psychiatrist?

The widow of his dead partner,

the dead partner that
has him so focused on Julia.

The partner k*lled while undercover?

That's the story.

- Well, what's the address?
- And that's the hiccup.

The widow was offered
witness protection.

- Witness protection?
- [overlapping shouting]

What the hell did she do?

I guess when your husband gets whacked

while undercover with the mafia,

the Bureau offers you protection.

Witsec is more than a hiccup.

I mean, we have less than hours.

Where do we even get started?

I think I might know.

- You're telling me that?
- You can't just...

Ours is not the only house divided.

Let me remind you why we're here.

- Why we... okay.
- We're stealing a car

from police impound

- for a drug dealer!
- Shh.

All in a day's work for this unit.

Or an hour and a half.

Okay. We're doing this one thing for me.

We're looking in the trunk.

It's a shipment of Rolexes
for all we know.

Or a shipment of g*ns. Or a dead body.

Well, we're never gonna find out

'cause I'm not gonna open
the damn thing.

So you don't care who gets hurt?

Of course he does.
Especially if it's his brother.

Who all of a sudden
canonized you, Loman?

I just wanna do the job
that I signed up for.

We're a team!

We're supposed to be looking out
for each other.

If that's broke,
then nothing else works.

Why is that so hard
for you to understand?

If people get hurt
in service of our needs,

then we're the broken ones.

You really think you're better than us?

Let me remind you of something.
I saved your ass.

I saved your ass twice.
Covering up my mistake,

an honest mistake,
that was you saving me?

What do you mean "an honest mistake"?

You k*lled a man.

You k*lled a man and you're still a cop.

When was the second time, Woz? Hmm?

Tell me. When was it?

'Cause I forget.
You know, don't tell me.

Tell them.

♪ ♪

You can whine,

you can sulk,

you can lecture,

you can make all the judgments you want.

It doesn't change the fact
that you're a dirty cop.

Ever since you k*lled
that unarmed black man

and lied about it,

you became a dirty cop.

[tense music]

Detective Loman?

Are you Detective Loman?

- Who's asking?
- I'm Nate Wozniak.

- I'm Matt's son.
- [scoffs]

That's some bad luck.

I'm interviewing his crew
for a news article.

Can you spare a few minutes?

New guy on the squad, huh?

You still learning the ropes?

You know, some days I feel like

I'll never get a full grasp.

Yeah.

You okay if I record this?

Why not?

- [recorder beeps]
- Okay.

Uh, I don't want this
to be a puff piece.

- I'd love some texture.
- Mm.

Interesting cases, unusual stories.

Warts and all. [chuckles]

Can you think of any?

Well, there's the two murders
your dad covered up.

Or the multimillion-dollar heist
of federal money

he orchestrated with a missing
Internal Affairs officer.

[chuckles]

Why don't we just start with
where the bodies are buried.

b*rned.

Not buried.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

You really don't know your dad, do you?

♪ ♪

The tikka masala and a side of dal.

Intimidation of a federal
officer is a class C felony.

We just wanna have
a conversation with you.

Thanks, but I prefer my own company.

I imagine it gets lonely
when you're the scapegoat.

You disappeared right after

the FBI heist investigation
went sideways.

Your skill sets do extend

beyond extortion and grand larceny.

- [cell phone beeping]
- What backwater place

did the FBI ditch your career in?

- Mail fraud.
- [line trilling]

And you have until dispatch answers

to convince me not to report you.

Molly, we have a serious problem.

This is Agent Molly Chen.

Violent Crime desk,
Brooklyn-Queens, please.

It's Stahl. He's unstable.

He's become obsessed with me
and none of us feel safe.

You've met his boss. File a complaint.

The Feds don't care
how the sausage is made.

- They just want the results.
- They're transferring me now.

Molly, we watched him k*ll a man

right in front of us, cold blood.

You've got that tinge
in the pit of your stomach

because you've seen flashes
of what I'm talking about.

The ego, the recklessness,

the sadism.

Stahl's dead partner,

his wife is in
the witness protection program.

We need to talk to her.

Witsec files are sealed and top secret.

But not if you have clearance.

Which I don't. Not anymore.

Well, maybe you know somebody who does.

Even if I could pry one open,
it's a federal crime.

Look, Stahl doesn't even feel like a man

unless he's manipulating a woman.

He crawls inside your head
to all the places you feel safe,

and he takes them.

But you know that
because he's done it to you.

You're right, Harlee.

He's cutthroat and erratic,

which is exactly why
I don't want back on his radar.

Duck and cover. The FBI way.

We're not gonna mention your name.

But Stahl's getting
more cutthroat by the hour.

- You need to help us stop him.
- [bell dings]

Molly, if we don't stand up to him,

nobody else will.

You ever approach me again,

I'll call Gail Baker directly.

We pull the transport over.

We say that we're U.S. marshals,

and that we made a mistake.

And then we just pull Espada out,

and... and then we just take him.

What? It worked for Rossi.

You have that friend,

that counterfeiter.
She owes you a favor.

Just get her to make us some badges.

What do you really wanna do?

Woz, look at me.

You gotta make a decision.

You said it yourself,
we don't do something now,

Espada's done.

Everything that Julia's done for us?

I understand.

But just so you understand that
not making a choice is a choice.

I-I can't choose to be a rat.

Just like I can't choose
to... to breathe underwater.

That's just not gonna happen.

We've reached the last stop on the line.

Wh... what's this "we"?

You made your deal.
You're free and clear.

So why don't you just go, and I'll...

Because I love you!

And selfishly, I want us all together.

You, me,

Espada, Tess, Tufo.

Safe.

And whole.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

H-how?

How did you do it?

Wear a wire? How do you do that?

♪ ♪

Threw up.

I never felt so alone in my life.

But then I reminded myself
what I have to live for,

and I focused on that and nothing else.

♪ ♪

You just have to remind yourself
what you have to live for.

♪ ♪

I'm not sure anymore.

Look, I won't lie.

It'll be the hardest thing you ever do.

You'll never be able
to look at yourself the same.

♪ ♪

It's a terrible choice,

one I don't envy.

But when I look at the scales,
I see them tipped one way.

Now, you may see them different,

but I know what decision I'd make.

♪ ♪

["FML" by K. Flay playing]
♪ I need to stop ♪

♪ I been doin' too much ♪

♪ I been runnin' too fast ♪

♪ I been testin' my luck ♪

♪ I been livin' cloud nine ♪

♪ I been at it all night ♪

♪ I been spillin' my guts ♪

♪ I been feelin' so blessed ♪

♪ But stressed all day ♪

♪ So what? ♪

♪ I'm living out my dreams ♪

♪ Night, every night ♪

♪ I love my life ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But when I open up my blurry eyes ♪

♪ It's not as nice ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My life ♪

♪ ♪

[door opens]

♪ ♪

♪ My life ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My life ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My life ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ah, I need to chill ♪

♪ I been gettin' my fill ♪

♪ I been sweatin' that sex ♪

♪ I been feelin' so blessed ♪

[knocks on door]

♪ But stressed all day for real ♪

Latest numbers. Congratulations.

You just became
the dark horse candidate.

♪ My life ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My life ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My life ♪

[machine beeping]

Your debt is paid.

["To the Wire" by Gaz Coombes playing]

♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ I wanna cut myself ♪
- [sighs]

♪ Cut myself down ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ Before it's too late ♪
- [sighs]

♪ I wanna touch solid ground ♪

[sighs] Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ I wanna talk myself ♪

♪ Talk myself around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But all the words fail ♪

♪ They don't make a sound ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ A hangin' photograph ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Edge of the trees to California ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Ooh, you were the star ♪

♪ Above us all ♪

♪ A battle cry for... ♪

Pour it like you mean it.

♪ ♪

♪ Stay ♪

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Detective Harlee Santos.

I have a delivery
for Special Agent Robert Stahl.

Criminal Investigations. Can I help you?

[tense music]

th hour.

I was already prepping Espada
for transfer.

Where's Wozniak?

- He wasn't up for it.
- That doesn't surprise me.

Even Napoleon was a no-show surrender.

Too proud to hand over
his sword, I guess.

At least he fought his own battles.

So she's on here?

Loud and clear.

Indictable evidence?

You have it.

All right.

[exhales]

Well, I guess now that Wozniak
has fulfilled his contract...

[speaker buzzes]

Our relationship is going
to have to evolve into something

a little more civil.

It's not a relationship

if only one person has a choice in it.

You always had a choice, Harlee.

You just didn't make
the right choice until now.

We can finally agree on something.

♪ ♪

[recording device beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

[bar music playing]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music builds]

♪ ♪

I appreciate you talking to me.

You were there?

Hard place to find.

I always knew someone would come asking.

Who told you about us?

Robert's ex-wife.

Robert tried to convince me
that she didn't know.

- She knew.
- An affair?

Yes.

She's in witness protection.

I am a very good detective.

And that's what you knew

someone would come asking about?

I knew someone would come asking about

how Robert got my husband k*lled.

[recording device clicking]

♪ ♪

I thought you enjoyed eavesdropping

on my conversations.

She is not well, Harlee.

She doesn't know what she's saying.

I think you should hear her out.

I mean, I traveled all night
to bring that here for you.

I'm sending Espada to Metro.

He'll be arraigned by noon.

I made copies on the train.

♪ ♪

[dramatic percussive tones]

- [breathing heavily]
- [cell phone ringing]

[tires squeal, engine revs]

[cell phone continues ringing]

♪ ♪

Julia Ayres didn't
get your partner k*lled.

- You did.
- I told you.

Julia Ayres outed my partner,

an FBI agent,

to her mafia benefactor.

Two days after I briefed her,

his tongue showed up here

in a gift-wrapped box.

Only he shouldn't have
still been undercover.

You kept him there because
you were obsessed with his wife.

That had nothing to do with it.

We were on the verge
of the biggest mob bust

- since John Gotti!
- That's not how she puts it.

She says you took advantage,

emotionally manipulated her,

and how she tried to end your affair

when her husband told her he was
punching out of his assignment

and coming home.

The job wasn't done.

Yeah, but you were already hooked,

and you and I both know
nothing gets in between you

and your desires.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

You extended your partner's
undercover assignment

over and over again,
playing the sympathetic friend.

Bucking him up and
putting him back in the ring

with no end in sight.

Alan was my friend.

I didn't play anybody.

I didn't play anything,
and he knew the risks!

This isn't just
dressing up some prost*tute

and calling her by your asset's name.

This is criminal negligence.

Julia Ayres exposed him.

She is the villain here.

Is that what you tell yourself?

Because somewhere
underneath all that rage

and twisted passion,

there's a real person
trying to reconcile

what happened to his partner.

My arrest, getting Wozniak,

pursuing Ayres,

it's not vengeance.

You screwed us
so you could save yourself!

Make a call.

I want Espada out
by the time I get downstairs.

And then I never hear from you again.

♪ ♪

[horn honking]

["Wasn't My Time" by Arum Rae]
♪ Great God almighty ♪

[cell phone ringing]

♪ I made it out alive,
I made it out alive ♪

♪ Great God almighty ♪

♪ Ooh, lord ♪

♪ I knew it wasn't my time ♪

♪ I knew it wasn't my time,
it wasn't my time ♪

♪ Great God almighty ♪

♪ It wasn't my ♪

♪ It wasn't my, it wasn't my ♪

♪ Great God almighty ♪

♪ It wasn't my time ♪

- ♪ It wasn't my time ♪
- ♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Great God almighty ♪