02x13 - Broken Dolls

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Shades of Blue.

- I'll do anything for Julia.
- Don't make me choose.

Tom Verco, Internal Affairs.

Keep up the good work.

- I saw the Feds at the dock.
- Feds?

I wanna make sure that
they don't get you.

Sorry, Dad.

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

You better not miss.

Say something nice at his funeral..

The assassination attempt?
It was staged.

Julia knew it was gonna happen

and the sh**ting at my house.

that put my son in the hospital.

I k*lled Miguel.

He threatened me.
He threatened Christina.

And I snapped his neck.

Stahl knows.
Caddie helped me bury Miguel.

I brought some more.

My best friend got k*lled because of me.

If you thought I was watching you before,

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

Robert, your badge.

Your secrets have poisoned you,

but soon, I'm going to heal you.

I still have that chore
to do tonight.

It's handled.
I have your back.

Where did you put the body?

Where we used to take Christina.

That place is too good for Miguel.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[panting]

♪ ♪

[flies buzzing]

[panting]

[tapping]

[flies buzzing]

[clang]

[clattering]

[flies buzzing]

[retching]

♪ ♪

[flies buzzing]

[line trilling]

, what's your emergency?

Yeah, uh, I'd like to report
something strange

on the old abandoned Greenbelt campsite.

Is it an emergency?

I think it's a dead body.

I was hiking, my... my dog
started barking next to

this metal container.

May I ask what is your name, sir?

[beep]

[flies buzzing]

Do you think Wozniak will get
the nod if Ayres becomes Mayor?

Nod for what?

Police commissioner.

I don't think
he has political ambitions.

Mom.

I'll be up in a second.

What's wrong, Cristina?
Why aren't you in school?

He's dead.

Who's dead?

My dad.

♪ ♪

You can't know that.

No, Grandma Lorena, um,
had to go to the morgue.

But that just means
they don't know it's him.

He's a missing person and they
found a John Doe that fits

- his general description.
- No, no, he, um...

He had to get surgery
when he broke his leg,

and there were screws
with serial numbers.

♪ ♪

When did they find him?

When we started this campaign,

no one thought we stood a chance.

To those who said...

Yeah, she always did have
a way with words.

Yeah, not the ones
you can say on television.

Putting taxpayers' money to good use?

Having friends in high places
should come with some perks.

She hasn't won yet.

Don't jinx it.

We've had too many distractions lately.

I don't care what happens at City Hall.

The real work gets done
by us on the street.

And I am here to say
that every vote counts.

So get out and vote.

Hmm.

Your wife, your parents,
neighbors, friends...

[knocking]

♪ ♪

[door slams]

They found Miguel.

An anonymous hiker early this morning.

What... How did they ID him so fast?

He had an orthopedic screw.

Must've broke his leg
when he was in prison.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

I wish we b*rned Miguel in Raul's oven

before they turned off the gas.

You dumped him at an abandoned campsite.

It should've been fine.

So they found him... or, part of him.

So what?

It just means he's dead.

It's not gonna come anywhere near you.

It's away from Saperstein.

Stahl knows.

Stahl suspects.

The lye dissolved any evidence
linking you to the body.

Someone else could put it together.

Miguel's mother knew that
I threatened him.

_

Do you think he told her
that I paid him off?

Listen to me.

You are not on the list of suspects.

Miguel just got out of prison.

He's a career criminal.
Just stay focused, all right?

This is not gonna come back to us.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

Hi, I need a team
to execute a warrant search.

It's an open homicide
involving a police officer.

I should've never entangled
you in this mess.

I entangled myself ten years ago.

And I don't regret a single day of it.

- [knocking]
- I would do...

Go away!

Hey.

Detective Santos, can I please
have a conversation with you

in the interrogation room?

We're in the middle of something.

It was politely phrased,
but it wasn't a request.

It never is with you.

You can come with me
voluntarily and answer

a few questions, or you can both
hand over your badges right now.

Refusing an Internal Affairs
interview is cause

for immediate suspension.
You know that, Lieutenant.

You know what they say about gamblers?

It's not the winning
they're addicted to.

It's the losing.

I have a few questions
for you as well, Lieutenant.

I believe you're both
intimately acquainted

with the recently deceased
Miguel Zepeda.

♪ ♪

I know it's been
a rough few days for you,

but certain evidence has
come to my attention

that I can't ignore.

Has this man ever assaulted you?

Does punching my face in count?

In most states.

At what point did Miguel's habit
of punching your face in abate?

When his habit of
boosting cars relocated him.

Right, six-year stretch
on a grand theft auto,

right back in for a homicide
a month after he was released.

- Sad story.
- Yeah.

And a common one.

Lieutenant Wozniak was
the investigating officer

on that homicide...

about the time you joined up
with the squad.

He's good at what he does.

What's that? Sending the wrong guy up?

I'm not confident he did.

When Miguel's conviction
was vacated, you and Wozniak

- had a big problem.
- How so?

Guy spent almost a decade in a cage.

You don't think he comes out
with a major axe to grind?

That man took a part of me
that I will never get back.

Dwelling on it won't accomplish
anything, so I decided

a long time ago to never let him
steal another moment of my life.

You never spoke in person
after his exoneration?

I had no reason to.

You had one.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

Yeah?

We found something.

In the garage?

Along with a bag of lye.

Back in a blink.

♪ ♪

If you have someplace to be, I can call,

and I can cancel for you.
This could take a while.

Well, I was thinking of
exercising my civic duty.

While they still let you vote.

- You know, felons.
- I get it.

You do much yard work, Lieutenant?

Enough to know when someone's
b*ating around the bush.

[chuckles]

'Cause we found some tools
in your garage so clean

you'd think they'd never
touched a speck of dirt.

As much as I'd love to sit
around here all day and trade...

We found strands of hair in the drain

on your garage floor.

Long, black hair.

Unless it's been down there
a real long time, I think it's

a safe bet they're not yours.

My dog has a great head of hair.

Oh, right, right, well,
I guess we'll know soon enough.

I mean, it's being analyzed right now.

Quick search warrant. Good for you.

Eh, just exercising my civic duty.

The other night, when Bianchi had gunmen

hose down Wozniak's house,
you heroically drove his son

to the hospital, yes?

I mean, I slammed my foot
on the pedal and made

a few sharp turns.
I don't know how heroic that is.

Officers at the hospital
discovered a shovel

and a tarp in your trunk.

♪ ♪

Like I told them, I chip in

at the Brooklyn Community Garden.

One of three things
are gonna happen right now:

You go down, Wozniak goes down,

or you both go down.

It's in your hands.

You forgot option four.

You keep running laps between us,

and we give you nothing.

♪ ♪

All your years grinding
suspects into confessions...

How many times did option four happen?

♪ ♪

[door slams]

Detective Loman.

What's all this?

Verco and his g*ons
are sweating Woz and Harlee

about something.

Something we need to worry about?

I don't know, but Linda called.

Said IA just ransacked their garage.

Thanks, see you tomorrow.

Field awareness ,
not paying attention

to your surroundings
can lead to trouble.

Not as much as violating the conditions

of your suspension.

I'm just doing a little shopping.

How's my Julia Ayres
investigation coming along?

It's not your investigation
anymore, Robert.

You know that.

Taking down the next
Mayor-Elect of New York City,

a big bust like that can put
a woman on the short list

for Assistant Director.

You were the one who stalked
Harlee's teenage daughter.

You can't come back from that.

Unless it became clear that
my actions were about exposing

Harlee for who she truly is,
and that she manipulated

this whole situation
to stop me from doing it.

I gotta go.

A woman's capable of m*rder,
she's capable of

just about anything, wouldn't you say?

♪ ♪

It turns out Harlee is
a pretty scary ex-girlfriend.

♪ ♪

I know everything, Harlee.

I know Miguel came to you angry,
making demands.

You knew he wouldn't leave you alone,

or your daughter.

We'd do anything for our kids.

Sure...

Like cook dinner.

So if you don't have
any more questions...

All I have our questions.

Questions seem to follow you
everywhere you go, Detective.

I have questions about
Bianchi's abrupt ending.

I left them unanswered.

He took a sh*t at cops, after all.

And tried to k*ll an ADA.

Self-defense.

From one human being to another,
I think you could claim

the same thing too.

Self-defense, justifiable homicide,

but know that I have iron-clad forensics

linking Wozniak to that body.

If I don't hear the truth
straight from your mouth,

he's facing an obstruction charge.

♪ ♪

Well...

You're free to go.

As soon as you confirm Harlee's story.

I have four detectives who can testify

that I've cooperated with you
for three hours.

I'm going home.

If you wanna waste more of my time,

schedule a circle jerk
with my union rep.

Give me a minute, Lieutenant.

Miguel came at Harlee.
She defended herself.

Should've called .
Instead, she panicked

and hid the body.

When she thought it was safe,
she moved the remains and

used lye to accelerate nature.

You wanted to help after the fact.

She refused. I'm not exactly buying

the last part, but, you know,
I'll take it with the rest.

Swing and a miss.

Nice playing with you.

If you confirm that Harlee
borrowed your tools,

I will speak to the DA
about mitigating circumstances.

Manslaughter at worst, she's looking at

maybe a dime, less with good behavior.

The offer ends the moment you step

out of that door, Lieutenant.

Of course it does.

'Cause that's the moment
your bluff collapses.

That campsite where they found
what's left of Miguel.

Harlee said you used
to take Cristina there

when she was little
to look at the stars.

What can I tell you?

The lady finally cracked.

The pressure of the last few days.

Can you blame her?

Do yourself a favor.

When I cr*ck, run.

♪ ♪

Hey.

You cleaned the tools
you used at your house?

Cleaning out the drain
must've slipped my mind

once my son was sh*t.

Verco said you cracked.

[chuckles] What a coincidence.

He told me you did.

You didn't say anything to him?

Zero.

- [exhales]
- What?

He knew the spot that I dumped Miguel

was where we went camping with Cristina.

I... In my apartment...

Stahl.

He must have ears in my house.

He's our anonymous hiker and
sent the care package to Verco.

Pasty-ass son of a bitch.
He's gotta go down.

I still need to weigh in
on this election.

Have you talked to Julia at all since...

Hey, just focus on Stahl.

You'll have to draw him in close.

We're gonna get through this. I promise.

♪ ♪

♪ I keep a close watch on
this heart of mine ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I keep my eyes wide open
all the time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I keep the ends out ♪

♪ For the tie that binds ♪

♪ Because you're mine ♪

♪ I walk the line ♪

This is Robert Stahl. Leave a message.

[beep]

I'm ready to give you what you want.

I really don't know
where this road leads,

but I can promise you one thing.

[chuckling]

I will never forget
the people who were with me

from the beginning.

You're the reason that I'm here,
and I am...

I am truly grateful.

So enjoy yourselves tonight,
but not too much because,

hopefully, we're gonna have
a lot of work to do

starting tomorrow morning.

[applause]

[The 's "The Sound" playing]

Hey.

I'm glad you're here.

I was afraid this party would be boring.

We need to talk alone.

Julia, WMBC and the "Post"
want five minutes.

- Can it wait?
- No.

♪ Oh, baby, won't you come again? ♪

You know, I got into this race
to bring up the issues...

all the stuff we used to
talk about during those

endless stakeouts.

And now...

Here we are.

No thanks.

Wow, that's gotta be a first.

[faint sirens]

You know, there are several
hundred people out there

throwing a party for me,
so what are we doing in here?

Bianchi said that there's more to

the story behind the sh**ting.

He d*ed.

I didn't get a chance to hear it.

God, he was just messing with your head.

There's nothing that I'm missing?

Bianchi got what he deserved.

Now come on, let's go out
and eat those canapés

I paid way too much for.

[beep]

Wozniak lives by a code.

If you violate his home, his family,

he'll come after you.

- Are you saying...
- I am saying

you better not miss.

Tell me what I'm missing, Julia?

That isn't what it sounds like.

- Don't.
- Listen, I had to

appease Bianchi, I had to.
It was only meant to

scare you off. Nobody was supposed to

- get hurt, nobody.
- You lie again,

it's gonna be the last thing
that you say to me.

I had to protect myself.

You were gonna let the Feds
take me down.

You did this. You, not me.

You should've come to me
in the beginning.

We could've found a way out together.

I was doing everything I could.

I was risking everything.

But you couldn't save
both of us, could you?

Harlee wouldn't let it go.
I mean, come on, Matt.

I always knew it was gonna
come down to her or me.

She didn't make you do this.

And somehow I knew
it would end up being her.

I would rather die than betray you.

I trusted you.

I loved you.

You still do.

You still do.

Even if you don't know why.

This can stay between us.

It's the best for everyone.

For you, for Nate.

We have all made mistakes.

You know mine. I know yours.

But we can all walk away from this.

It's tempting. It really is.

It's the best way to go, Matt.

It's the easy way.

♪ ♪

Late-breaking story
on this election night.

Recordings have surfaced between
mayoral candidate Julia Ayres

and the recently deceased mafia
boss Michael Bianchi.

"New York Ledger" reporter
Nate Wozniak broke the story.

It alleges Julia Ayres
worked with Bianchi

to stage her own assassination attempt

and to plan the attempted m*rder
of NYPD officers.

I guess Nate didn't trust you
not to lose your nerve.

No, I didn't trust myself.

I gave Nate the nod.

Between the two of us,
he's much braver than I.

Why?

Why didn't you just k*ll me?

Why?

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

♪ ♪

[groans]

♪ ♪

[faint sirens]

♪ ♪

Julia, don't!

I didn't... I didn't know.
I didn't know that Nate

- was gonna be there.
- There's other ways, stop!

If I had known any of it...

You can make a deal

- with the Feds, okay?
- Oh, no, I can't live

- in a cage, Matt.
- Yes, you can, you can survive.

No, I've survived too much already.

I'm so tired of surviving. I'm so tired.

[knocking]

Councilwoman?

Don't make me face them.
Please, don't make me face them.

[knocking]

- Julia, we have a problem.
- Please, Matt.

Please.

Please, forgive me.

[knocking]

Please, Matt.

- [knocking]
- Councilwoman?

♪ ♪

Please.

[knocking]

- Julia?
- [knocking]

The votes have been cast and counted.

Julia Ayres has been elected mayor.

I'm the Mayor of New York.

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

[thud]

♪ ♪

[solemn music]

[camera shutter clicks]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

[muffled voices]

♪ ♪

Lieutenant? Matt?

I tried to stop her.

She was too far away.

They waited to pronounce
at the hospital.

The chief is headed there now
to release the news officially.

Julia's dead.

After hearing that tape,
I suppose there was only one

real likely outcome.

♪ Teardrop on the fire ♪

♪ Of a confession ♪

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ ♪

[knocking]

♪ ♪

I wasn't sure you were going to come.

Well, you and a cryptic invitation.

Tough combination to resist.

Oh, I thought I was pretty clear.

"Give me what I want."

Longer list than you might imagine.

You and I both know what's at the top.

Oh, you must be in a bad way
to make that offer.

Well, you should know.

You seem to have ears everywhere.

How did you hack into my Wi-Fi?

Cristina?

I know that you have to be vigilant

with home networks these days.

There's all kinds of malware out there.

Well, server's down now.

No keepsake recordings tonight.

I sent an email to myself, Harlee.

It said that I was meeting you
here... time, date, and location,

just in case you were planning
on solving this problem

the same way you solved Miguel.

This isn't about payback, okay?

No g*n.

This is about me asking you
to make it go away.

♪ ♪

This is what you wanted.

If it isn't, why hold onto
the silver b*llet?

You must have a recording of everything

Wozniak and I said here last night.

That's enough to put me away
for a very long time.

But you didn't use it,
'cause you don't want me

to go away.

You want me right here
in front of you, needing you.

If you want something from me,
Harlee, then say what you mean.

I'm gonna go to prison
for k*lling Miguel,

but we both know you can
stop that from happening.

How exactly would I do that?

Help me put the body on someone else.

[thud]

[faint sirens]

And it's just that easy for you, huh?

Frame someone else for m*rder.

Ruin another life.

His life is already ruined, like mine,

so none of it matters.

"His"? So you've already got

- someone in mind then?
- Caddie.

I don't know if you
sh*t him up intentionally,

or you gave him the dr*gs
to do it himself, but you and I

both know that his death is on you.

That's how you found Saperstein's grave.

Caddie's death falls at
the feet of his own addiction.

Well, that's not a denial.

[faint sirens]

Just walking through the door
gave me the creeps.

Yeah, be careful
not to touch any surfaces,

especially if there's a picture
of Harlee nearby.

This laptop is full of 'em.

This FBI guy has a real stalker vibe.

♪ ♪

Framing a man for m*rder
requires evidence.

I've got that covered.

After I found Caddie's body,
I searched his place.

For any dirt that might
come back on you.

You're always looking out
for number one, aren't you?

Says the guy who k*lled Caddie
to gain control over me.

He still had the boots that
he wore to the cemetery.

♪ ♪

The chisel that made dental
identification impossible.

Caddie was there for me, and if he could

help me right now, he would.

So where's this evidence?

I assume you want me
to place it somewhere

it can be found, transfer
any suspicion away from you.

That's exactly what needs to happen.

Video file deleted.

Let's get out of here, man.

♪ ♪

I get?

Whatever you want.

I know that you hate me
just as much as you want me.

That's why you dimed me out to Verco.

So I would need you to save me.

[sighs]

Maybe I just decided it was
finally time you paid for

all the things you've done, Harlee.

It's a long list of desperate acts.

If it keeps our little secret
between us, I'm willing

to add to it.

♪ ♪

Once you go down this road,
Harlee, there's no stopping.

Be sure.

I've made my choice.

♪ ♪

This is surrender.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

You forget how well I know you, Harlee.

[exclaims]

[yells]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[clack]

I accept your surrender.

The NYPD has confirmed
that Mayor-Elect Ayres

was declared dead at
New York Presbyterian Hospital

with what's been reported as
a self-inflicted g*nsh*t wound.

Earlier tonight, the "New York Ledger"

broke the news of a secret recording

between Ayres and the recently deceased

head of the Bianchi crime family.

Oh, my God, Woz, what happened?

Did Julia really k*ll herself?
Were you there?

I just drove past her block.

Harlee's light is still on.

Yeah, she hasn't contacted us.

Well, how long does it take
to make a guy pass out?

She's not answering her phone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
we can't just storm in.

Look, if Stahl makes us,
this whole thing's a bust.

That's why we parked out of sight.

Who said anything about storming in?

[thud]

Harlee? Harlee?

♪ ♪

She didn't get his fingerprints on it.

We don't have anything to plant
at the crime scene.

Nothing for the campsite.

This is the only scene
I'm concerned about.

♪ ♪

Clothes are missing.

♪ ♪

I was wondering when you were
gonna come out of it.

You okay?

You feel sick?

I'll get you some water.

♪ ♪

What did you do to me?

Your clothes got a little
dirty when I moved you.

I would never take advantage like that.

And you've always looked great in black.

They're gonna come looking for me.

Come on.

Harlee, take it. dr*gs dehydrate you.

♪ ♪

Harlee, you were the one
with the loaded syringe.

Not me.

I just followed your lead.

Now come on, you gotta drink.

There we go. Good girl.

- [clears throat]
- Good.

- [coughs]
- Good girl.

Where are we?

It's nice, right?

The owner bought this as
an investment property.

Mostly vacation rentals now.

I'll tell you, when the season's over,

this place is so quiet and solitary.

Wozniak knew I was meeting you.

Harlee, you had a lot of heat
coming down on you

from Internal Affairs.

Pending DNA results,
it was just a matter of time.

I think Wozniak will
understand why you ran.

And left my daughter behind?

I know, I know that was hard,

but it's better that she's abandoned

than living some life on the run.

Right now, she has a chance
at a good life, and I think

that's noble, Harlee.

That's a noble sacrifice. I admire that.

That's the kind of loving mother
I always knew you were.

♪ ♪

Espada's back at
the precinct scanning through

traffic cam footage.

He'll let us know when he's got a hit.

There's a city-wide APB out on her car.

State Police and Highway Patrol
are on the lookout as well.

It's been hours. They could be anywhere.

- Packed her clothes, car's gone...
- But Woz, she would never run.

- She would never do that.
- He's trying to make it

look like she did.

I mean, he needs a place that's remote.

So he's thinking on the fly,
so he's probably gonna want

something that's familiar to him.

So we'll pull his financials,
and we'll see if he has

any real estate nearby.

What makes you so sure he...
he took her somewhere?

'Cause I don't think
he wants to k*ll her.

He wants her all for himself first.

Hey, everybody, did I miss roll call?

You know, if you're planning
to escape, Lieutenant,

I suggest losing the entourage.

Harlee is missing.

Probably figured the DNA
results would be conclusive

and decided to run,
but we will find her.

For now, I'm gonna have to
detain you, Lieutenant.

He's not going anywhere.

Finally drank the Kool-Aid, I see.

You guys are hell-bent
on sharing a cell block, huh?

You a quick draw, Detective?

♪ ♪

Maybe I was wrong about the entourage.

If you wanna solve
Miguel Zepeda's m*rder,

look into Robert Stahl.

He's a former FBI agent.
He's obsessed with Harlee.

He k*lled Zepeda, and now he has her.

I bet he washed his tools
in your garage.

He needed me out of the way.

He knows I'd do anything to get Harlee.

So I should just take your word for it.

After all, you've been
so stand-up with me, right?

If you did five minutes
of actual detective work,

you wouldn't have to take
anyone's word for it.

You get in the way of us finding Harlee,

one of your Internal Affairs
cronies is finally gonna

get the chance to arrest me
for what I do to you.

Hard to eat with no hands.

The last time your hands were free,

you tried to jab a needle in me.

[chair squeaks]

Seriously?

Remember your scenario training, Harlee.

Survival first.

- Open.
- No.

Fine, suit yourself,
you'll get hungry eventually.

Woz and Linda are Cristina's guardians

if something happens to me.

If Miguel's m*rder gets put on him...

I know that Cristina
is the most important thing

in your life, Harlee.

I'll always look out for her. I promise.

I guess that means
we're not going far, then.

How does this end?

Robert?

♪ ♪

Well, if you are not
gonna eat, you should rest.

Close your eyes for a while.

Wait, I think I am a little hungry.

♪ ♪

Now that's my girl.

Here we go.

Open.

[chuckles] Oh, sorry.

Whoops, I'm new at this.

Now let's try that again.

♪ ♪

[overlapping voices]

[radio transmissions]

[sirens blaring]

Found this under his bed.

And a pair of muddy boots in the closet.

Have CSU dust for fingerprints
and check for our victim's DNA.

[sirens blaring]

♪ ♪

Tony, put out a BOLO
on FBI Agent Robert Stahl.

He's to be considered armed, dangerous,

and likely holding a hostage.

[thwack]

Any luck with the real estate?

No dice, Stahl doesn't own any
property outside of the city.

Woz, Woz, you got any idea
what the hell Gail Baker's

doing in your office?

How sure are you that Stahl has her?

You don't have time
to cover your ass, Gail.

I heard Harlee was a person
of interest in a homicide, Matt.

From who? Stahl?

Harlee wouldn't go anywhere
without Cristina.

You know that.

[sighs] I can assign an HRT team

to assist in the search.

You run deep background checks
on your employees, correct?

Does Stahl have any property?

Not that I'm aware of.

What about his dead partner?

Do you want me to run
every property owned by agents

in New York, Matt?

Gail, you're too good
at your job not to know

that Stahl was screwing
his partner's wife

- while he was undercover.
- If I had known that,

he would've been gone a long time ago.

You've been doing damage control for him

since you picked me up!

I'd check your sources on that, Matt.

And you've been feeding
information to Internal Affairs

so one of us gets pinched so
Stahl's investigation blows up,

and you can cut him loose!

I'm not gonna let you do
the same thing to Harlee.

Where was Stahl screwing his mistress?

They met somewhere upstate.

It was her place. That's all I know.

Do you have an address?

I can get it.

You wore a wire.

You gave me enough evidence
to convince the highers up

this wasn't a colossal waste of time.

That terminates your obligation
to the bureau, Matt.

I wish I could say "congratulations."

[grinding]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Oh, God, I love this time of year.

The smell of cedar.

My father taught me the trick

to starting a good fire

is you gotta split the wood first.

The cracks expose it to the heat.

♪ ♪

[creaking]

Have you ever watched a moth
circle around a flame, Harlee?

It's pure instinct.

It's a desire that's
so consuming you just cannot

fight it with logic or reason.

Why would you want to?

It's a beautiful thing,
just kind of dancing

on the edges of survival.

The danger, the pain,
none of that matters.

It doesn't mean anything.

And once you get close enough,
actually feel the heat,

the burning, and you realize

it's been your entire purpose,
and that's why you don't let go.

That's why you push yourself
further into the flame,

giving up all resistance,
consumed entirely.

♪ ♪

Never more alive.

♪ ♪

You have got goosebumps.

♪ ♪

We're both getting warmer.

♪ ♪

Oh, Harlee, all I ever
wanted to do was help you.

You said you were gonna heal me.

I tried.

You weren't ready.

I am now.

Prove it.

If you really love me...

♪ ♪

Save me.

[yells]

God... [gasping]

Damn it, Harlee!

[gasping]

♪ ♪

Why would you do this to yourself?

Help me.

I can't... I can't stop it.

Help me. I need you.

Help me!

[gasping]

♪ ♪

That's better.

[gasping]

If you thought I was gonna let
you go that easily, Harlee...

And if you thought I would
ever let you touch me

you're crazier than you seem.

- [grunts]
- [yells]

[exclaims]

[grunting]

[g*n clicks]

We've got our location.
Let's go get our girl.

- Where is she?
- It's a drive.

[grunting]

[exclaims]

[grunting]

[yells]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

Lieutenant, I need to talk to you.

Adrian, I can't talk right now.

I have an emergency.

Quince took my mom.

You were supposed to keep her safe.

[grunting]

[thud]

[gasping]

[grunting]

[gasping]

♪ ♪

[panting]

- [grunts]
- Oh!

[grunting]

♪ ♪

All right, look, look,
go upstairs, talk to

anybody in a uniform, okay?
They'll help you.

Come on, Woz, we gotta go!

We'll get your mom back, I promise.

I'm sorry.

[g*nsh*t]

Woz!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Somebody!

[gasping]

♪ ♪

We need medics here!

Hold on, boss, hold on!

Oh, my God, don't talk.
Don't try to talk, okay?

Stay with us!

[laughter]

Come on, boss, stay awake!

♪ ♪