02x12 - Behind the Mask

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

It's one thing running dr*gs;
it's a whole other thing

when you make a little kid do it!

Quince is a street thug
trying to get out of prison.

I'll never trust you again.
I'll do anything for Julia.

I will not let her go down.

When my daughter d*ed,

Nate took a bat to the dealer
who sold her the dr*gs

and left him lying in the street.

Julia covered it up.

- The Feds are chasing Bianchi.
- Feds?

I want to make sure that they
don't get you instead.

[g*nsh*t]

Julia. You hit?

[g*nsh*t]

Woz, get down!

You got to get him to the hospital!

[groaning]

You're gonna hunt these sh**t down.

Where's Bianchi?

- [g*nsh*t]
- All right, I'll tell you!

Bianchi's got dirt on everybody
who's anybody in New York.

- Where does he keep this dirt?
- Lawyer's office.

There's a box locked up there.

Get the box, and we'll get him.

- What's the charge this time?
- Double homicide.

Are you trying to make a career

of losing prosecutions
based on planted evidence?

Why make it quick,

when he can face a lifetime
locked up as a cop sh**t?

Closure.

What made you decide to come in today?

[siren wailing distantly]

Uh... uh...

It wasn't a decision.

Is this a mandatory visit?

Something that happened at work?

Yeah, something like that.

I... I k*lled a few people

recently.

Would you like to talk about that?

I get a lot of cops that come in here

after traumatic experiences.

Let's consider this a preemptive strike.

There's something on the horizon?

Justice.

[pensive music]

I mean, it comes for us all in the end.

The tricky part is keeping it contained

to the people that deserve it.

Not guilty.

And on the second count,
m*rder in the first degree

of Miss Elena Costa, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

Mister Gomez?

Given the brutal nature
of this double homicide

and that Mr. Bianchi
as recently as two days ago

deceived customs officials
into believing

he left the country,
the people request that

the defendant remain detained
without bail.

Mr. Kirschner?

Your Honor, the guilt
or innocence of my client...

I thought Judge Gibson drew the case?

Gibson had some sort of
bizarre fender bender at lunch.

They replaced him with Lowry.

For the arraignment?

The entire case now.

So based on the various attempts

at false convictions,

and the NYPD's continuous
harassment of my client,

I ask the court
to please release Mr. Bianchi

on his own recognizance until trial.

Your Honor,
the NYPD has been a target...

Sit down, Mr. Gomez.

Save your opening statement
for another day.

Bail's set at $ million,

pending the surrender
of Mr. Bianchi's passport.

Thank you very much, Your Honor.

[uneasy music]

I would have led with flight risk.

That's all the court cares about.

So the DA assigned the second best

prosecutor in the office.

The strategy was to hold
Bianchi on the double homicide

while we linked him to the
attempted hit on your crew.

And Caroline?

Even if we could prove
Bianchi ordered her m*rder,

my boss feels it's a separate incident.

So does that mean he's
letting you consult on this?

There's still the issue
of the girlfriend.

What girlfriend?

My conflict of interest.

She's one of the cops
Bianchi went after.

I told my boss about us.

High profile nature of this case,

he needed to know.

Officially.

[soft music]

[kisses]

♪

Let me take you to lunch.

You hungry?

I could eat.

Oops.

What?

It's a good thing that we're official.

I think I just branded you.

I'll meet you out front.

[soft laugh]

Bathroom open?

Yeah, all done.

♪

[phone beeping]

[line trilling]

Harlee. How'd it go?

Bianchi made bail.

Yeah, but I don't like the idea

of him being out and about.

I mean, things could go south fast.

He already sh*t Nate
and kidnapped Christina.

I don't know how much
further south it could go.

Anything in Bianchi's box of secrets

on a Judge Lowry?

Not that I remember.

It's... it's back at the house.

Did Bianchi have anything on us?

Not yet, but there are four thumb drives

that I can't open.

It's... it's some kind of encryption.

I figure Bianchi's
biggest fireworks are on that.

Harlee?

Harlee?

[tense music]

[soft chuckle]

A hazard of illicit affection.

[soft suspenseful music]

Take it you brought your passport.

You've taken quite an interest in me,

Counselor.

Homicide tends to get my attention.

Tell me,

which is worse?

The corrupt cop who feigns innocence

or the self-righteous fool
who falls for it?

Don't.

Don't talk to me about innocence.

Why would I slip a bloody Sap

into the pocket of
a Brunello Cucinelli suit

and then sit down at dinner,
especially when

I have guys to handle such
things not three tables away?

Oh, I got a theory.

Oh, so do I.

You've been bewitched, my friend.

[pensive music]

Since I didn't get to try your case,

let's get this on record now.

You're a m*rder*r, and you're a coward.

But I'm not blind.

You got pinched.

Do the time like a man.

Don't go after the family
of civil servants.

Family, is that what
you're calling her now?

The poor girl you left at the altar

just so you could

bang that bitch in blue?

♪

You should be thanking me.

I got rid of your ex.

I can get rid of your current problem

in much the same way.

[dramatic music]

[muffled thudding]

♪

[tense music]

He, uh...

he threatened me. And I just...
I just... I didn't...

♪

I didn't...

♪

Go, get help. We need help...

No, wait, James, wait.

[brooding ambient music]

Can you tell me your name?

[inhales shakily]

I hit him.

He slammed his head against
the sink on the way down.

Squeeze my hand.

[gasps]

Is he moving?

I think his neck is broken.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

[suspenseful music]

You can't be here.

Listen to me.

- He assaulted you.
- No.

He threatened me. I assaulted him.

No, you were defending yourself.

Harlee, we don't have time
to debate this.

♪

He threw you up against this mirror.

Harlee!

And came at you
with this piece of glass.

- I need you to leave right now.
- Not yet.

I'm calling , and
you cannot be a part of this.

I wasn't.

[blade slices] [screams]

I will not let this man hurt you.

Harlee,

I hurt him.

You can either
explain that he stabbed you..

Or I did.

Won't just be me explaining.

Yes, it will.

[strained gasping]

Harlee, what are you doing?

- [strained gasping]
- Harlee.

He was dead when he hit the ground.

That's not true.

[strained gasping]

The truth is in the paperwork.

♪

[uneasy music]

[indistinct chatter]

[breathing shakily]

♪

[inhales deeply]

♪

[dark music]

Oh, my God!

What happened?

♪

James, you're bleeding.

Call security!

Somebody get some help!

[indistinct shouts]

I love you.

Bianchi? Is there a problem?

Somebody att*cked him in the bathroom.

We think they're still in there.

We need backup to the mezzanine now.

There's been an as*ault.

[shoves door]

♪

What have we done?

We protected each other.

[sirens wailing]

So the mobster's not a problem anymore.

What do you care?

Bianchi gets k*lled, we don't
have the satisfaction

of taking him down ourselves.

Well, at least we can
breathe a little easier.

[sighs]

Or not.

Hey, guys, come on.

Can you put a sheet
over these bodies or something?

- Let's go.
- There's kids watching.

[sirens wailing]

Y'all lost the streets.

Hey, Devonte,

these your guys?

Look at those kids.

Weeks of nightmares courtesy of the .

This ain't on us.

All we do is regulate where you deal.

Your personal beefs?
That's your business.

I'm done here.

You didn't see the sh**t?

Huh, no vehicle description? Nothing?

Only thing I can give you

is a motive.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Quince.

Where'd you find this?

Someone put it in his hand.

Guess they wanted to make sure
you got the message.

Quince is coming after you.

It's a personal dispute,

just not with me.

Tell Wozniak he has
a w*r coming his way.

[elevator bell dings]

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Nate said you'd be here soon.

So you're making your getaway?

No, press event.

It's getting close.

You can't play
the underdog card anymore.

We're trending in the right direction.

Voters respond to strength.

And I would vote for that boy of yours.

How's he doing?

He has your attitude towards pain.

If you don't acknowledge it,

it isn't there.

[door opens]

[monitor beeping steadily]

Your mother didn't thr*aten
to take those away

so you can get some rest?

She tried.

I convinced her
to go home and get some sleep.

I thought we were

almost out of time there for a minute.

The stubborn gene comes in handy, huh?

[soft chuckle] Yeah.

Do you remember an article
you wrote about a year ago,

hacker culture in Brooklyn?

You read that?

I read everything that
ever had your name on it.

[soft scoff]

There's a cache data on this,
but it's encrypted.

Are you in touch with any of those guys?

Maybe they could help you open it,

without seeing what the content is?

What's on them?

It's recordings that the Mob uses

to blackmail people.

And there might be
some names you recognize.

Yours?

It's possible.

[soft scoff]

[melancholy music]

You know that lyric about
how everything is cracked

because that's how the light gets in?

Can't say that I do.

It makes sense to me now.

Things... break,

and light forces its way
into the dark places

and illuminates what matters.

And what's that?

Forgiveness.

[distant phones ringing]

[indistinct PA announcement]

The man is lucky you like him.

I'm not sure he feels that way.

Bianchi's organization,

they're not gonna hit back.

They know that he went rogue

and that he made this personal.

I should have stayed away from Nava

when he asked me to.

If he really wanted
to stay away from you,

he could have.

The thing that pisses me off

is that he deprived me of the chance

of bashing Bianchi's brains in myself.

It was an accident.

As long as he sticks to that story.

Strange thing is

I almost hope he can't.

[brooding music]

I feel like I dragged him
into this world

and I'm terrified that he won't get out.

[cell phone rings]

[beep]

Hol... hold on.

You did what you had to do.

Most people aren't built like us.

They can't pay the price
for what's necessary.

♪

Yeah?

♪

[exhales]

[sirens wailing distantly]

You didn't take
any painkillers, did you?

No, but I wouldn't mind.

You can't afford to lose your edge.

Not with the questions
you're gonna have to answer.

I won't put you in the middle of this,

but I'm an officer of the court.

I have to tell them what happened.

It was him or you.

That's a fact, James.

It doesn't mean
it has to destroy your life.

He taunted me,

about Caroline.

He threatened me about you. I bit.

I let him get to me.

And that truth can hurt you.

Tell them Bianchi offered you a bribe

to make his case go away,
and you told him to go to hell.

All right, you were defending yourself.

You had no choice.

[pensive music]

♪

Everything is gonna be okay.

Saying it doesn't make it so, Harlee.

I'm... I mean, I know that.

Do you?

'Cause you seem pretty skilled at

creating your own reality.

I was doing what had to be done.

You k*lled a man

with your bare hands and covered it up.

It was like a switch flipped,
and you became a...

What?

A stranger.

[brooding music]

What do you want to do?

Read my diary?

Play truth or dare?

Sure, let's go. Truth.

Truth.

Last month, when all this
started, before Caroline,

before all the madness,

did you plant that w*apon on Bianchi?

What... you're
taking Bianchi's word now?

You're the one
that wanted to play, Harlee.

Is it true?

♪

There's my answer.

Look, it's not that simple.

Yeah?

Then try this one.

Who the hell are you?

♪

Never been in the precinct
without cuffs before.

Figured these would
give me safe passage.

Well, you know, it's a myth
that all cops like doughnuts.

Well, I had to try something.

Wasn't sure that anyone would believe

that my little bro needed help.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

[chuckles]

All right, man,
Devonte's boys got popped.

What can you tell us about how
Quince runs his drug operation?

You can't be serious.

There were b*llet holes
in a jungle gym, Wallace.

I know how this works.

I talk, a bunch of teenage lookouts

ain't even started their lives yet

catch felony charges,

and the sh*t callers skate away free.

Not today.

No pawns off the board today.

We're gonna go for the king.

Quince is already in jail.

We're not talking about court justice.

Quince buys his own credit,

depends on sales to pay his debt.

Now, we take his product,
he has no means to survive.

What you need?

All right, you drove a shipment

for Quince before, right?

Yeah.

Was it headed to the stash house?

Yeah. One of three.

He has three?

And guards each like a fortress.

Woz, I think we should
talk to Narco about this.

No.

This is between us and Quince.

We don't have enough man power

to bust three stash houses.

Then we'll get him to consolidate.

[school bell ringing]

I'll take it from here, Lewis.

You got it.

Same time tomorrow, Christina.

No, you're back on roll call tomorrow.

The thr*at has been
officially neutralized.

Peace of mind meant a lot. Thank you.

- Yeah, thanks.
- You bet.

What, no armed escort today?

Oh, just an armed mother.

A good excuse for me to leave early,

spend some time with my girl.

That's what house arrest is for.

You're officially up for parole.

Seriously?

I get the car back?

- For now.
- [Car beeps]

Bad guy that I was worried about

got into a... fatal accident.

What happened?

Call it justice.

The main thing is
we get to have our lives back.

Well, good,

because that ferry ride
to Jersey makes me so seasick.

I would rather supervise

a night of truffle fries
with you and James.

Oh, I can deliver on the fries.

I don't know about the rest.

What?

Mom, already?

Too nice?

- Liked you too much?
- [Soft scoff]

I-I just don't think
I'm the one for him.

Well, did he say that?

No, he didn't have to.

He thinks I'm somebody I'm not.

Don't do that.

Mom, you have to give him a chance.

[tender music]

Show him the real you.

♪

[door buzzes, clanks]

Lieutenant.

You got my invitation.

I did, Quince.

Came to pay my respects to the dead.

A little early for that.

You see, prison
is kind of like Monopoly.

I'm safe and sound
and still collecting money.

Luck changes very quickly in our game.

Don't matter.

Can't stop the trade.

But maybe we can both profit.

That boat's already sailed.

Arrest warrants for your
people and your stash houses

is happening as we speak.

You got to find them first.

Ashland,

Flushing.

We identified them both.

[brooding music]

What you offering?

A warning.

Learn to suck real good,

because once you're out of business,

the protection that you get in here

is gonna dry up very fast.

♪

Yeah, I'd say he was rattled.

I'd put the dr*gs moving
within the hour,

all headed to the third stash house.

Yeah, okay.

[monitor beeping steadily]

[keys clack]

[computer softly whirs]

[computer beeps]

[suspenseful music]

[rapid beeping]

Ellen.

[dramatic music]

[monitor beeping rapidly]

How you feeling?

Wait, what?

Your heart rate is elevated.

Not what we like to see in patients

recovering from major surgery.

Wait, I need that.

What you need is rest.

You want to go home
eventually, don't you?

[exhales]

If you need me, you know
where the button is, okay?

Try to sleep.

♪

[beeping]

[line trilling]

Wozniak.

- Don't ruin my day.
- [Beep]

Dad, when you get this,
come to the hospital.

There's something you got to hear.

So what's on your mind,
Lieutenant Peters?

Right now? Get them out oThat picture.

[distant traffic honks]

It's got to have a bigger meaning to you

to have these poor saps
just staring at it for an hour.

A bridge.

You're here, you want to get there,

so you build a connection.

Yeah, mental health
has never been my thing.

But today was different.

I got surprised.

You don't strike me as a person

that gets surprised very often.

Are you?

[somber music]

[monitor beeping steadily]

Got your message.

What'd you find?

Guess you didn't get
my last two messages.

It was a...

false alarm.

No, I got them.

But when you leave two messages

saying that something's a false alarm,

it's not a false alarm.

What did you find?

A voice I recognized.

Whose?

I'm sorry, Dad.

♪

[clicks]

All this heat,

why not get out of the city?

If you abandon your kingdom,

you give up control.

You stood us up the other night.

The campaign takes priority.

I can't control last-minute changes.

Once I reach the top,

I can make sure we're untouchable.

I know.

That's why I promise to get you there.

The assassination attempt

did well for you.

Six points.

I should have had her graze my shoulder.

The sling would have played
so nicely in photo ops.

I admire the instinct.

Always looking for an edge.

Just like I have the instinct now

to know this isn't why
you called me here.

I don't think you missed our meeting

because of the campaign.

I think you were warned off

by Wozniak.

I also think you know
who put him onto me.

If I knew, I...

No, don't try and spin this one, Julia.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

The FBI.

They have their hooks in him deep.

The FBI?

And you didn't want
to share this before now?

I wasn't sure.

Wozniak's more of an ally
than you realize.

He will never let the Feds get to me.

Maybe not.

But he has got no qualms about
leading them to my doorstep.

I wouldn't be here
if it weren't for him.

I wouldn't be anywhere.

Well, that's heartwarming,

but he's the biggest liability you have.

Well, there's you.

I hope you consider me

more of a, um,

a sponsor.

Aligned interests.

And you can't keep us both.

He is a good man.

Say something nice at his funeral.

[thunder rumbles]

Oh, come on, Julia,
you know it has to be done.

So what?

You brought me here
to ask for my approval?

No.

I'm giving you a heads-up.

I know all about your
occasional late-night visits.

Don't find yourself
at Wozniak's house tonight.

His house? He doesn't live alone.

Oh, he signed up for collateral damage

a long time ago.

Wozniak lives by a code.

If you violate his home,

his family,

he'll come after you.

Are you saying

that you choose him?

I am saying...

♪

You better not miss.

♪

Mr. Nava, thanks for coming in.

I know it's been a rough day.

For the record,
you're waiving your right

to have your attorney present.

I don't need an attorney
to tell you what happened.

Your prior contact with Michael Bianchi,

that was in the context
of your job as an ADA?

Yes. Prosecution for as*ault.

The case was dismissed.

Your ex-girlfriend was gunned down

by a man allegedly
working for Mr. Bianchi.

Is that correct?

Caroline Winston. We'd been engaged.

Did Bianchi seek you out
in the courthouse,

or did you make contact with him?

He came looking for me.

Was it to discuss that prior incident?

[siren wailing distantly]

Come on, James. You can do this.

Mr. Nava?

Did Bianchi say why he wanted
to speak to you in private?

[suspenseful music]

He, um...

he offered me a bribe,

help make this latest charge go away.

♪

And what was your response?

I told him to go to hell.

He att*cked me.

He stabbed my arm.

Came at me again, I pushed him back.

So much v*olence.

His head hit on the sink.

Then what happened?

I went to get help.

- I-I-I tried saving him.
- [Pen clicks]

Taking notes on how to be a detective?

I was defending myself.

Are you currently in a relationship

with Detective Harlee Santos?

What?

Law enforcement is a small town.

Hard to keep things quiet.

Yes, we're dating.

Was Detective Santos
present at the courthouse?

She was, for the arraignment.

Did she go in the bathroom?

[soft suspenseful music]

No.

She ran over when I called for help.

[pen clicks]

Learn anything?

Always.

[door opens, shuts]

Uh, Loman said Quince took the bait.

His other two stash houses
are cleaned out.

They're following the carrier here.

- Are they close?
- Couple streets away.

And Wallace is sure the
runner's gonna come this way?

As soon as the house spots police, yeah.

Smart system.

Unless some detectives are waiting to

take your entire supply.

Yo, pipe down up there, Woz.

Huh?

What?

[brooding suspenseful music]

♪

Hey, yo, you lost?

Actually, yeah, maybe
you could help. Sorry.

- Is this address right?
- [g*ns cock]

Police. On the ground.

Yo, five-O! Police, five-O!

[tires squeal]

Okay, Espada and Loman
announced themselves.

Won't be long now.

[Nothing But Thieves'
"Ban All the Music"]

There it is.

Police! Drop the bag!

Drop it right now!

♪ It's my addiction

♪ It turns me on...

[grunting]

- Yo, Woz.
- All right, Woz, that's enough.

[grunting]

[office phones ringing]

You know, my buddy's a lawyer?

He specializes in workplace harassment.

Says office romances
paid for his summer house.

Yeah, can I get his number?

There's this creep
who hangs out at my desk.

Hey.

I'd like to talk to you
about what happened.

Not the day, Verco.

Mills was supposed to leave me a file.

Oh. Hell of a read.

You know, I studied forensics

before I joined Internal Affairs.

Turns out I prefer dealing with folks

that are still alive, you know?

Yeah. You're a real people person.

It's amazing what you can
learn from the smallest things.

For instance,

fabric fibers.

If everything Nava's saying is true,

Bianchi's jacket should be covered

in fibers from Nava's vest.

It's all in the details, right?

Right.

But...

I guess we'll have to
wait until tomorrow.

The M.E. won't get to
the autopsy until morning.

Why are you telling me this?

Because details matter.

You're right about that.

The rest is just a scare tactic.

Good luck, Detective.

Rough collar?

The runner resisted.

Resisted what? Running into your fist?

No, that he was unsuccessful.

What's going on with Julia?

What?

I'm gonna go see about some loose ends.

Hey.

You, um,

think you can lend a girl a scotch?

[distant traffic honking]

Thought you'd be acquiring
the taste of champagne.

It's not what you drink.

It's who you drink it with.

No need to butter me up, Julia.

We've known each other too long.

Yeah, we have.

Are you okay?

I thought I'd get a chance
to off Bianchi myself.

[soft scoff] Yeah.

That ADA sure did us all a service.

Well, you're out from under his thumb.

Mm-hmm.

Let's just say

I haven't had to reach for any tissues.

[soft somber music]

I was thinking...

about Anna Kate today.

About the time that
she tried to sneak out.

She was .

The screen from the window
was outside on the ground.

And she had mud all over her shoes.

Hmm.

The kid forgot that her dad's a cop,

a cop who's seen

what could happen when a kid sneaks out.

Mm, yeah.

We've all seen that.

♪

I told Linda I was gonna strangle her.

But I didn't get the chance because...

[soft chuckle] She came down,

and she admits everything.

She had these tears in her eyes,

and all the... the... the...

anger inside

just melted away.

♪

She came clean

without knowing that she was caught.

She really was a great kid.

Yeah.

♪

So...

♪

What do you need?

There was a, uh, break-in

at Bianchi's lawyer's office
two days ago.

Thieves cracked the safe,

made off with a box
that belonged to him,

totally clean.

Sounds like a, uh,

a pro job.

Bianchi kept dirt on
pretty much every player

in the city.

I need to know if there is anything

on my opponent.

So you could feed it to the press.

This race is gonna be
one of the closest in history,

so what benefits me benefits you.

It benefits everyone.

[soft dramatic music]

There's nothing on Daniels.

What about me?

♪

I'll take care of it.

[pounding on door]

[breathing shakily]

Harlee, what are you doing?

Please just don't stop me,
or I won't be able to do this.

You want the truth.

Yes.

I planted that w*apon on Bianchi.

And Caroline got k*lled because of it.

I asked my friend Caddie
to keep a secret for me,

and he got k*lled because of it.

Harlee, what...

There's more.

Miguel came to my house.

Miguel, he's back in town?

No.

The night before I told you he left,

he came to my house.

[soft suspenseful music]

And he said he was gonna hurt Christina.

He held a g*n to my head.

And he kissed me so hard that I...

That I tasted blood.

He forced himself on me.

And then he started to...

You don't have to say anything else...

No, you need to hear this.

♪

I let him...

do what he was doing.

And then when he dropped his guard...

♪

I snapped his neck...

with these two hands.

Then I wrapped his body

in a shower curtain,

and I buried him.

♪

[exhales]

Now every time I cook
breakfast in that kitchen,

I see his face.

I feel his breath on my neck.

And every lie I have to tell...

no matter how much it costs me,

no matter how much it kills me inside,

if I can be telling the truth

when I tell my daughter

that she is safe...

[tender music]

Every lie is worth it.

♪

Every little bit of hope

that I have...

is here with you.

My future...

is here with you...

♪

If you want it.

You wanted to know who I am.

♪

Well, now you see me...

all of me.

Your move.

You have a family, Lieutenant?

I have a wife

and two kids.

Do they know you're here?

My wife stopped
asking me to talk to someone.

How long has she been asking you?

Ten years.

That's a long time.

So what happened ten years ago?

I lost my daughter.

[distant sirens wailing]

I'm sorry.

You sold her

ten Oxy pills.

[brooding music]

She took nine.

And she d*ed.

But here's what you don't know,

is when my son

was b*ating you half to death...

he did you a favor.

He saved your life...

'cause I was waiting for you
in your apartment.

If you knew who I was,

why didn't you...

Why haven't I k*lled you yet?

[music builds]

My anger

is the bridge that connects me
to my daughter.

So, if I was to k*ll you,

it would be letting go of my daughter.

♪

If anybody comes to you

and asks you about what happened...

I have nothing to tell them.

[soft crying]

I never even saw
the person who did this.

Now you have.

This is my son.

If anyone asks you

about who did this to you...

I need a denial.

This wasn't the guy.
Looks nothing like him.

♪

[siren wailing distantly]

Then I guess our hour's up.

[dark pop music]

♪ Ain't no salvation here

♪ Only ghosts

♪ And the things they know

♪

♪ Whispers feed the fear

♪ The secrets grow

♪ Hope has flown away

[music builds]

♪ Here it goes

♪ The tidal wave

♪ There's no escape

♪ Nowhere to run

♪ Oh, here it comes

♪ We can't erase

♪ The things we've done

♪ Here it comes

[door shuts]

Hell of a day.

Hell of a night. [Exhales]

Nobody's home.

I hadn't even knocked.

Why not?

I wasn't sure how to say

what I need to say.

Well, you're in good company.

I spent half the day
trying to figure that out.

So Quince won't be
getting much sleep tonight?

[chuckles] No.

No, but the...

The streets of Brooklyn
will get some rest.

Look away for one minute,

and everything changes.

[soft grunt]

Open your eyes,

and you see something
for the first time.

[soft music]

Like her.

Her who?

Julia.

Bianchi...

kept a recording.

[soft dramatic music]

What'd you hear?

I didn't see it.

I didn't want to see it.

But I covered Nate just in case.

Woz, what didn't you see?

She doesn't exist, the Julia I knew.

♪

The assassination attempt,

it was staged.

She knew it was gonna happen

and the sh**ting at my house.

♪

No.

No.

I mean, J... Julia may cross some lines,

but she would never do that.

She loves you.

So did you.

[sighs]

And now she's gonna be the mayor

because "Julia wouldn't do that."

But I heard it.

I heard everything.

♪

Does she know you know?

She will.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna forgive.

Before you even talk to her?

Not Julia.

She made choices to serve her ambition.

You made yours...

to protect your little girl.

[tender music]

♪

[sniffles]

[crying] I'm sorry.

[crying] Sometimes...

when everything's cracked...

that's how the light gets in.

And it shows you the way
out of the darkness,

if you let it.

You think we can make it out?

I think we already have.

[exhales deeply]

[sniffles]

I know it's crazy, but...

sometimes I feel like
he's still out there...

like Miguel is waiting to find me.

Where did you put his body?

You know that abandoned camp up ...

where we used to take Christina
when she was little

to look at the stars?

That's where I left him.

That place is too good for Miguel.

I didn't have a lot of time.

I couldn't remember a place so quiet.

[laughs]