All language subtitles for Shades of Blue - (S03E03)

Previously
on "Shades of Blue"...

Part of you is still
trapped in that cabin.

You're seeing things
that aren't there.

You're not gonna shoot me.

I shot an innocent man

because I can't stop
seeing Stahl.

Quince took my mom.

There's the two murders
your dad covered up.

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

I still have the photo
of you and Donnie on the boat.

- Are you gay?
- She's an escort.

- What's your name?
- Harlee.

Agent Stahl had
very clear instructions.

You were his fantasy.
Do you really

wanna hear all this?
Until he's caught.

- I saw him again.
- Stahl?

I swear that he was real.

You can't act as if
it never happened.

No!

No.

The guy who did it...
Cesar Molina...

Is an apparent suicide.
Unless you look closer.

- And if you decide not to?
- I still want Quince.

Not the terms you agreed on?

Nava's dead and his killer
probably wears a badge.

The Intelligence Unit

is more dangerous
than you realize.

I'm glad you got
your revenge, Woz.

I hope that it cures
everything that you need.

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Send that vertebrae
some good thoughts.

It's your new best friend.

Isn't the 11 gonna get jealous?

The bullet is lodged here,
right up against the bone.

You need me to remind you
what happens if it moves?

I feel a tickle?

Try not feeling anything.

From the waist down, anyway.

Judging by the position
of the bullet,

I'd say the epidural veins
are at risk.

Stop me if you've heard this.
I've heard this.

You need to consider
the surgery.

It's a high-risk procedure,

but it's not as high a risk
as walking around

with a sharp piece of metal
playing footsies

with your spinal cord.
It's not my first foray

into high-risk behavior, Doc.

Four months ago,
I gave you a prescription.

Two weeks worth of pain killers.

You haven't refilled it.

I don't like to wait in line.

Why are you doing this?

You lookin' to suffer?

All those nerve clusters
in the vicinity...

Honestly, how are you
walking right now?

Like this.

Well, it's a good thing
you can pull off a suit

'cause we might be
making a late entrance.

I don't think Nava's gonna mind.

I'm doing a piece on his murder

but things aren't
quite adding up

with Cesar Molina.

- The dead suspect.
- Strange.

You were always good in math.

Cesar's father doesn't think
he killed Nava, Dad.

Or that dock worker.

Doesn't believe he was
even anywhere

near that neighborhood
when it happened.

He's playing you.

He's reaching out to you

so you'll reach out to me,

once the investigation reopened.

- I reached out to him.
- Fathers will do or say

anything to protect their boys.

Even in death.

Life is a precious gift.

Delicate and fleeting.

When it's gone, we wish
for just one more moment of it,

like waking up
from a beautiful dream.

When that dream
is taken from us,

we ache for one more chance

to say the things
we wanted to say

to the person who deserved
to hear it most.

James Nava awakened
something in me

that I had forgotten
how to feel.

It's a rare thing

to have someone who...

Someone who...

James made me a better person.

He made me laugh.

He made me wanna build a world
as he saw it.

Through his jobs,
James saw humanity

at its absolute worst

and still believed
in our infinite good.

James couldn't help it.

He didn't try to be noble.

He just was.

I will miss him every day.

Scripture tells us,

"Come, you who are blessed
by my father.

"Says the Lord,

"inherit the kingdom"

"prepared for you from the
foundation of the world."

"For I was hungry
and you gave me food."

Listen to me, I need you to
stand tall right now.

Can you do that?

All right, good man.
I'm on my way.

Hey, new friends, Woz?

I thought everyone you cared
about was inside.

Well, some people appreciate
my help more than others.

Man. She'll come around.

She's just busy being
strong as hell right now.

Do you still take
orders from me?

Till I'm in one of those boxes.

Keep an eye on her.

All right.

Let's look at the bright side.

You got me out of a funeral.

You know I have your back.

That's not why I called.

What, you want me to smuggle
you out in my trunk?

It's my mom.
I think something's wrong.

Hasn't she been by to see you?

She visits on Tuesdays,
Thursdays and Saturdays.

But she missed Saturday
and when I called her back,

she sounded like she wanted
to get off the phone.

Well, I'm gonna stop by
and check on her.

You don't have to worry.

Quince is not a problem
for either you or your mom

ever again.

They left me alone because
they thought I worked for him.

But now that he's gone...
Look...

you took down one badass cop.

You keep your chin up,

your shoulders back

and I'm gonna come and visit you

in a couple of days.

Okay?

You even look

in this kid's direction again,

the next time
this past head is shaved,

I'm gonna be holding the razor.

And I'm very twitchy.

It wasn't me.
I didn't even touch him.

You make sure nobody does.

She did good in there.

I couldn't imagine.

- I'll go pull the car up.
- Thanks.

Your dad sure knows
how to make an exit.

Lots of practice.

Easy, easy.

Criminals don't work
around holidays or funerals.

Yeah.

Terrible thing to happen.

Hey, you need a ride
to the cemetery?

Hey, you know
the guy that killed him?

Cesar Molina?

His dad talked about
how Cesar found God in prison.

Did you guys
run a profile on him?

You know, Nate, I'm not sure
this is the right time now.

Yeah, but do I have
the right cop?

To comment on an ex-con's
father peddling a story?

If there is a story,
shouldn't someone

be willing to listen?

I cannot wait to see my own bed.

Maybe you should
stay home tomorrow.

Take another day.

So I don't beat up
another cashmere troll?

I will if you will.

It's a deal.

So did you see Uncle Woz
leave the funeral early?

Yeah, he probably got
called away on a case.

You guys aren't fighting?

You barely looked at him.
It doesn't take a genius.

Honey, I'm gonna need you
to go inside, okay?

What? Why? Who is that?

Work stuff, okay?

I'll be right in.

You should've called.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know where to go.

I need some cash.
I need to leave town tonight.

Okay, slow down.
Just tell me what happened.

I was walking home
the night before I went inside.

I saw him.

Saw who?

Stahl.

I saw Stahl, too.

Karen.

Don't make me go to the car
and get my ram.

Come on, open up.

Look, I appreciate you
visiting my son.

But out here, police visits
that don't end in handcuffs

end in body bags, man.

You missed your visit
on Saturday.

Adrian is worried about you.

I had a double shift
packing produce.

Your son shot me in the gut,
but I can still hear.

I heard you cock the gun
that you're holding.

Look, I'm just trying
to make it to next Saturday

- so I can see my baby.
- Yeah.

That's it.

Hazard of the drug trade?

No.

I made a promise
to Adrian and to myself.

I see promises broken
all day long.

You really think I'ma
go back to that life

after what they did to my boy?

Then put the gun away
and open the door.

You always this hospitable?

It's precautions.

My roommate is missing.

She left you to babysit?

No, it was supposed to be
an overnight supply run.

Shauna's been gone
three days now.

Your son is alone and scared

and has seen more than any
nine-year-old should ever see.

You don't think I know that?

He shouldn't have to worry
if his mom's gonna show

because she's out slinging dope.

Yo, I told you.
I don't run for them no more.

Well then,
why all the precautions?

Because they wanted me
for the transport job.

But I passed.

Shauna jumped on the fast cash

so I made an introduction.

Who we talking about?

Eddy Dixon.

- Quince's old crew.
- Yeah.

And if she misses delivery,

I'm on the hook.

Agent Stahl didn't
say anything to you?

He might've called out my name.

You wouldn't
recognize his voice?

By then I was already running.

You've been meeting with her
once a week.

Hypermnesia. Repeated interviews

increase detail recollection.

And you pay her
for these sessions.

Doesn't make her information
any less valuable.

It might.

Either consciously
or subconsciously.

She wants to please you.

Lying to the FBI is a felony.

I doubt she wants
to please me that much.

Did you share with her your
belief that Agent Stahl

is back in the city?

You now have independent
corroboration.

Fear can have a powerful
influence on how we see things.

And eyewitnesses should have
a powerful influence

on the zip codes
of your investigation.

I understand you are
under a lot of stress.

Letting this woman
stay in your home last night...

I have to keep her here.

Right? Stahl is in New York.
Right now.

I promise you, we're taking
this investigation seriously.

Yeah, so where's the MTA footage

of the night I saw Stahl
on the subway?

I told you, the IT Department
is retrieving the data.

The video files were corrupted.

I've been a detective
for over a decade.

I know when I'm being hustled.

You're being hustled.
Just not by the Bureau.

Thanks for the ride
and the coffee.

Hey, if your job's
half as boring as mine,

you're gonna need it.

Gotta say,

I'm not loving
these seat assignments.

Sorry, little brother.

I swore I'd never
end up back there again.

You rather I make you walk
home after falling asleep

on my couch?
Wallace, don't apologize.

I like him right where he is.

He can't monopolize the radio.

Anything to be of service
to the 64.

Well, make sure you get

to your parole officer meeting
ten minutes early.

Tess, roll my window down.

They notice stuff like that.

Officer, could you please
ask your suspect

if I can go to my actual job?

Don't worry, I got him.
Get out of here.

- You didn't think I saw that?
- What?

Off limits, Tess.

All right, now let me out.

Unlock the door, Tess.

No, no.

Unlock the door, Tess.
Did you say something?

Come on, Tess.

So we have zero connects
to Quince's old crew.

Four months is an eternity
on the streets.

Well, while I'm fighting
for my life,

you let Brooklyn turn into
"Lord of the Flies."

I had to give you
a reason to come back.

Or not. I'll, I'll pull
the phone records

on this missing woman.

Loman, call around hospitals.

See if they admitted
a Shauna Davis

or any Jane Doe, black, mid-20s.

Shauna Davis, got it.
Listen, you got a sec?

When you find my missing person.

After the funeral,
Nate started asking questions

about Nava's murder.

Yeah, Nate's a reporter.

Unfortunately,
a pretty good one.

He's kicking the tires on the
dead suspect, Cesar Molina.

Nate's sole source
is one of 1,000 fathers

who think that their
ex-con son is innocent.

Well, this one is, Woz.

And it's not only Nava
who was killed.

If he starts looking
into Orlando,

that thread could unravel
Harlee's bad shoot

at the Sunrise.
And that leads to you.

Do you want
the Intelligence Unit thinking

you fed information to your son?

- So did you lie to him?
- Well, yeah.

Assured him that
there's no story.

Assured is a strong word.

- On a scale of one to ten.
- On what?

Nate's questioned multiple
police officers.

What are the chances
that he leaves this alone?

- A six?
- Make it a four.

So you know what to do.

Go to the source.

Well, you're not gonna
break my son's kneecaps.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe I should trade my cello
for a nine millimeter.

Slow down, 007.

We're just taking precautions.

You remember how to load it?

You act like it's my first time.

So, um, how long
is Gina staying?

One more night.

She's in some trouble.

So Gina's in trouble
and we're at a gun range.

No connection there, I'm sure.

Look, the man who killed
your father

and then told you he was
a private investigator

is back in town.

I thought you said
he would be stupid

to come back to New York.

Look, I can't guess
what he's thinking.

But if you see him,
you don't hesitate.

Just shoot.

Feels heavier now, doesn't it.

Yeah. A bit.

But it's nice to know
what's going on.

One more time.

And remember, let each shot
surprise you between breaths.

- Empty the clip?
- Until he goes down.

But soon, I'm gonna heal you.

So what's so important
about this drug mule?

She's been missing for 72 hours.

Tufo said you ran
with Quince's crew in prison.

You keep up with Eddy Dixon?

Associating with known felons

would be a violation
of my parole, officer.

That's only if it
makes the paperwork.

Dixon's been in and out
of prison the last decade.

We know y'all did time together.

He recruited me on the inside.

He got out last month.

Real hustler. Always wanted
to be number one.

You know where
he conducts business?

I could find out.

Dixon always said
holler if I needed anything.

Wallace, these grinders
don't work themselves.

This ain't China.

Wallace is still on break.

Right.

I could find that location,.

Look, if you get a bad vibe,

you clam up, you walk away.

Your gut is your best
warning system.

Right about now, it's saying
don't tell my brother.

Well, arrangements like this
are strictly confidential.

I'll hit you up
when I know something.

It's a bad idea.

Tufo's playing helicopter mom

to keep Wallace
out of that life.

Wallace wants to help
find this young mother.

Who am I to deny purpose?

His brother's boss.

Come on.

I've dealt with
a lot of messed up johns.

Some weird stuff.

I've never met anyone
with such...

- Darkness?
- Scariest part was

how he could hide it
with that boy scout look.

Not anymore.

Harlee Santos?

Well, look who's big time now,

calling for a patrol car.
Don't get used to it.

We work for the taxpayers. Yeah?

Good thing I pay my taxes.

Need some privacy
to question a witness.

Thomas Molina?

Who's askin'?

Did you contact a Nate Wozniak,

reporter for the
"New York Ledger"?

Hey, register's open!
Just take whatever you want!

We don't want your money.

Or my wine, apparently.

Grand theft auto,
grand larceny, armed robbery.

You, my friend,
need a better getaway driver.

Your son, too.

I paid my debt.

And my son paid with his life.

He had just been
released from prison.

Right?

- Mr. Molina?
- I-I couldn't

recognize him in a good way.

He changed when he was inside.

He found a higher power
that he could respect.

This is his...

This was his.

He was already leading
a Bible study for parolees.

My boy didn't kill those men.

And he sure as hell
didn't kill himself.

I get it.

You wanna protect
your son's memory.

I mean, any father
in your position

would wanna do the same.

And with a rap sheet like yours,

well, assault on a police
officer could land you

back in prison.

Well, with the week
that I've just had,

it's still tempting.

Don't contact Nate Wozniak.

If he calls you, don't answer.

If he won't let it go,
change your story.

Damn, man. You really channeled

Michael Corleone in there.

I didn't know you had it in you.

Yes, you did.

Y'all made sure of it.
Loman, I know it sucks.

But you just protected us all.
Especially Harlee.

You should be proud of yourself.

I just bullied
a grieving father, Tess.

I'm not proud of anything.

Nothing intercepted from DEA
or Homeland.

No arrests under the name
Shauna Davis.

You think she took the money
and ran?

What? With a baby
waiting at home?

It's possible.
I really don't remember.

But this could be him.

You know how many customers
I see a week?

That pay in cash
and didn't give a name.

More common than you think.

Excuse me.

- What?
- What are... you working a case?

No. Following a lead.

Is that how
you take a personal day?

Somebody sent me flowers.
No card, paid cash.

A flower stand in Bed-Stuy
with no video security.

Well, why didn't you say so?

I'll hold down the florist,
you grab a phonebook.

I'd settle for no interruptions.

- You worried it's Stahl?
- Don't say that

like I'm crazy.

I think a little crazy
is normal.

This is how Stahl operates.

All right?
He feeds off your fears

and then he holds on
like a vulture.

I sent the flowers.

I didn't know what to say
on the card.

Your name might've helped.

Is it possible that maybe
you're using Stahl

as a distraction?

What, a distraction
from the fact

that I stood by while
the Intelligence Unit

killed the only decent man
that I ever loved?

Or that you helped
cover their tracks?

See?

Hard to put on a card.

We cleared it up.
You're free to go.

You're not crazy,
you're just overwhelmed.

And now I'm on my way to Jersey

to comb through
a hooker's apartment

in search of a psychopath.

Harlee, listen,
you know deep down

what I did for you, you'd do
the same thing for Cristina.

The same way that you know that

to be free of Stahl, you have
to stop chasing his ghost.

It's up to you how much more
you wanna sacrifice.

What kinda flowers?

What?

What kinda flowers did you send?

I let them choose.

At what point do we call backup?

What'd you leave your balls
in the precinct?

We're picking up a girl.

Damn, y'all got here quick.

You said you had
timely information.

Right. You see that beauty
salon across the street?

That's where Dixon
takes his drug mules.

Normal supply chain
got cut off or something,

so he started improvising.

Take a look around?

It's shut down today
for a reason.

I overheard Dixon on a call.
Something went wrong.

- Shauna?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And he sounded pissed
when he mentioned this place.

Wallace, are you high?

Come on, man! What the hell
is wrong with you?

You over here partying while
some girl's life is in danger.

With Dixon.
I had to gain his trust.

You think he was gonna slip up
about his drug operation sober?

What went wrong with the girl?

He didn't say.
You asked for a location.

There it is.

Police. Open up.

We're closed for the day.

Open the gate.
We're not here for a facial.

Who else is in here?

No one, I promise.

Step aside.

It's all clear here, boss.

Where's the girl?

Room four.

Police.

If I let go, she'll bleed out.

She swallowed all of these?

She was impacted.
I told them I couldn't

safely extract the drugs,
but one of the bags ruptured.

She was ODing.

- Mom?
- It's just me.

Your mom's not home yet.

- Are those my clothes?
- Yeah.

I saw you had
some laundry in the dryer.

I figured I'd help out
wherever I can.

While you're at it,
do you wanna clean my room?

Yeah, careful.

I didn't clean my room
as a teenager,

and look where that got me.

Yeah? Where's that?

Hotel hospitality.

How do you know my mom again?

We, um, share a common admirer.

Yeah, he's so unpredictable.

It's a good thing you're here.

Well, that butcher
did something right.

He gave her Narcan to counter
the effect

of the ruptured bag of heroin
in her stomach.

Well, you'd expect a drug
smuggler's doctor

to have plenty of that on hand.

Blood pressure's dropping.
She's going into shock.

We gotta roll.

Street value
of a quarter million.

There's no way Quince's
old muscle's bankrolling

a smuggling operation like this
on their own.

Ooh, one of us has gotta
give Wallace a ride home.

Look, I'll drive. You tell Tufo.

There's nothing to tell.

We found a mystery supplier,
Wallace saved the girl's life.

Two more hours
and she wouldn't have made it.

Great. Then you go tell Tufo
his brother's a hero.

Hey, Wallace.

Your car service is here.

Damn. I forgot
my PO meeting today.

I'll handle it.

You go home, make sure
your brother doesn't see you

until you come down.

Come on. Let's go, Rick James.

Hey, Wallace.

You did a good job.

Is it here?

The Bureau sent a secure link.

You need to log into
the FBI mainframe

for the MTA security footage.

Can you take this
to the lab for me?

Tell them to cross check
for Robert Stahl.

He's in the system.

You got a fingerprint?

Yeah, off of a reformed
prostitute's intercom button.

We'll see.
Agent Myers' assistant

also told me to tell you
she's sorry.

Any reason why
the FBI's apologizing to us?

Okay.

It's not him.

You were kidnapped?

Kidnapped.
Held hostage in the woods.

That's an important detail,
don't you think?

I told you we set up a sting.

Do you remember that?
You didn't tell me

that he drugged you
and tied you up.

I said he got the upper hand.

You know, I thought
we were making progress,

that you were
being honest with me.

But you started lying to me

while you were still
in the hospital, Mom.

I didn't lie.

Okay, I just...
I didn't share details

that you didn't need to know.
Let me guess,

you were protecting me, right?

As a matter of fact, yes.

That's your answer
for everything, Mom.

- And my job.
- No!

Your job is to be
honest with me.

I'm not your girlfriend,
Cristina.

Okay, you're my daughter.

And one day, when you're lucky
enough to have a child,

you'll realize that
part of being a mother

is not burdening them
with your problems.

Our problems.

They're our problems, Mom.

But instead of being straight
with me so I can support you,

I had to find out
from a stranger.

What do you wanna hear,
Cristina?

You wanna hear how this psycho
is obsessed with me?

How he stalked me? How he
stalked my teenage daughter?

He invaded my life.

Tied me and gagged me
and dressed me up.

You wanna hear how he was gonna
rape and kill me

out in those woods if I hadn't
slit my own wrists?

Is that what you wanna hear?

Help me!

Help me!

Somebody!

Nate.

What are you doing?

Changing a tire.

- Take it down.
- It's Mom's orders.

- She would've asked me.
- She did. Two weeks ago.

She decided she was ready to
move on from that eyesore, Dad.

It's a reminder.

Of what? The mess that seems
to follow you around?

Of why I do what I do.

Forgive me if it gets old,
standing in the path

of the hurricane, Dad.

The dead suspect's father
retracted his statement.

Yeah, my follow up calls

are going straight to voicemail.

Funny how you're not surprised
about that, though.

Not everyone enjoys
talking to a reporter, Nate.

Even a good one.

I know you did this.

God forbid, the NYPD

should wanna take
a second look at something.

Second looks are for people

who don't do it right
the first time.

Yeah, you think
you're doing everything right.

You won't even really admit
who you are.

Put my tools back
where you found them.

There was a story here, Dad.

I just wish you woulda
helped me tell it.

There'll be another story
tomorrow.

At least you got your whole crew

toeing the line this time?

You corrupt everybody
that comes this close to you?

You know why I keep
these bullet holes untouched?

Because it reminds me of how
close I came to losing you.

I look at it every day.

And I make the same promise
that I made

when I first held you
in my arms.

To keep you safe.

I failed at a few promises.

But that one I intend to keep.

From the highest shelf
there is, Chicken Little.

Take a breath, man.

No, top shelf
is a waste of money.

- I'm angry drinking.
- Ooh!

What's her name?

Wallace. My brother missed
his parole meeting today.

- Rescheduled.
- Same difference.

To a PO, it's strike one.

Whoa, whoa, you think he's
dipping a toe in his past life?

I don't know.

But I won't let him
go down that road again.

Maybe the train was delayed.
It's Brooklyn.

No, I should've
driven him myself.

Complements of the brunette
in the corner booth.

Now'd be a good time to explain.

Pull up a chair.

I have a seat already, thanks.

Now wouldn't you prefer
diners to bars?

We felt you deserved a thank you

for tying up loose ends.

Your bill's been taken care of.

- Loose ends?
- Tomas Molina.

The liquor store owner.

That's effective intimidation.

Wozniak made a deal
with your boss.

You can stop following me.

I respect a man
who doesn't need to brag.

You're talented.

The way you snapped into action
and covered up that shooting

at the Sunrise.
Face it, Michael.

You're a natural.

We like naturals. You're smart.

You deserve more.

I'm good where I'm at.

Thanks for the drinks, though.

Don't fight your ambition,
detective.

It'll give you headaches.

Making new friends?

- I handled it.
- You handled it.

Is that what you do now?

Woz, come on. We need backup.

Start without me.

I got something
I need to handle.

I'm gonna ask you a question
and I want a straight answer.

Why did my son come to you?

- What?
- At the funeral.

Why you, Loman?
Why did my son come to you?

- Woz, you had left.
- He'd already talked to me.

You were there, surrounded by
all the people

who've known him
since he was a little kid.

And yet he came to you.

What made him think he could
get secrets out of you?

I was straight with him
last time.

Last fall, when he was writing
that piece on Julia Ayers.

And you shared what with him,
exactly?

Finer points of police work?

How I run my crew?

Your son knows who you are.

It's no secret.

What's no secret?

- You know.
- No, I don't know.

You tell me.

That you can be a hard-nosed
son of a bitch

when it comes to
getting results.

Did you tell him anything
about Donnie Pomp?

I told him I got grilled
by an Internal Affairs officer

that you didn't tell me
was your friend.

I don't remember you asking.

I told him that I killed him
in your kitchen.

And that you protected me
by burning the body.

Why would you tell him that?

Because not all of us
can carry around this...

madness like you can, all right?

Sometimes the truth just
crawls out.

Next time you feel like
confessing,

you find a priest.

What are you doing in here?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

What? Go through my stuff,
try on my clothes?

I... I didn't bring any
clothes. Sorry.

I should've asked
before borrowing anything.

Maybe you should
go back to your place.

No, please, I...

I'm sorry, I just...

After pretending to be you
for so long,

and... and seeing how obsessed
Stahl was with you,

I guess I... I was curious
or... or jealous.

I don't know, I just...

I needed to know
what it was like.

Okay. You need to go.

Harlee, please.

I promise,
it won't happen again.

I know, because you're gonna
get out of my house

right now.

He'll come after me.

You know that.

What's your drink?

You got any Drano back there?

Close enough.

You're not drinking that
for the taste.

A friendly ear beats
80-proof Drano.

Don't get too close to me.

Anybody who gets too close
gets hurt.

They get hurt, I end up here,

trying to forget.

I know a better way to forget.

All business tonight?

- Don't talk.
- Relax.

I won't bite.

What's your problem?

Why would I wanna
be touched by some.

Williamsburg hipster fairy?
Let me go!

You son of a bitch.

You're dead.

You should've run.

You don't know me very well.

I'm not gonna steal anything.

Did you ever really see him?

I wouldn't lie to you.

But you're not sure.

I thought I was.

No.

No more.

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