All language subtitles for Shades of Blue - S01 E04 - Who Can Tell Me Who I Am (720p WEB-DL)

- Previously on
"Shades of Blue"...

- I heard shots.
They sounded real.

You heard them too, right?
- I'll protect you.

- I don't want to be
this kind of cop.

I got to make this right.

Neighborhood's raising money
to bury the man I killed.

- Funeral's tomorrow.
You can come.

- Son of a bitch is
folded up at 2:00 a.m.

Amber wanted to know if
my husband wanted to have

some late-night fun.

- You're about to move
a lot of illegal cash.

- Meet me at the
marina in two hours.

- I'm wiring you for the meet.

- Are you crazy?

If I'm the mole, I
must have a wire.

- Harlee, stop.

- I'm a little worried
to let you in.

Might cross that line.

- You could kiss me.

Where are the rest
of my clothes?

- I'm lacking any incentive
to answer that question.

- Okay, uh, what time is it?

- I'll have to write an apology
note to the neighbors.

- Huh.

I once arrested a blonde
Caroline from an Occupy rally.

She was from Greenwich.

- It's my ex-fiancée,
from New Canaan.

- I never saw so many white
college graduates in one place.

- I can't say she didn't go.

She's building up her
First Amendment practice.

- She's a lawyer?

- Sorry.

- Why don't you answer it?

- Don't go.

- Take care of New Canaan.

- ♪ What's reality with
all these questions? ♪

♪ Feels like I missed
my alarm and slept in ♪

♪ Broken legs, but I
chase perfection ♪

♪ These wounds are my
blank expression ♪

♪ My mind is a home
I'm trapped in ♪

♪ And it's lonely
inside this mansion ♪

- Sir, please step
down from the railing.

- Don't you ever sleep?

- I couldn't pick up your
Wozniak meeting live,

so I need to download
the recording.

- And that couldn't
wait till the morning?

- Things can go
bump in the night.

- Oh, so now you're
protecting me?

- Your own personal
guardian angel.

- Is that what stalkers are
calling themselves these days?

- Speaking of which, does that D.A.
of yours...

He charge by the hour?

- I got my money's worth,

but I'm guessing you
know that already.

- I'm sorry to disappoint
you, but rules state

we're not allowed to listen
to anything not having

to do with the case.

- It's good to know you're
all about the rules.

Because I did some research,

and FBI regs say that I
don't have to wear a wire

if I don't want to,

especially if it puts
my life in danger.

- I would think
staying out of prison

would be sufficient motivation.

- It was a trap at the marina.

Wozniak's hunch was me.

I was lucky to
walk out of there.

- That doesn't even make sense.

You passed his polygraph.

- Listen for yourself.

He's paranoid now, and
with good reason.

- What did you do?
- I danced.

I backed him off.

But I'm not wearing that thing.

- That wouldn't be a problem,
Harlee, if I could trust you.

But for that to happen, I need
something specific on Wozniak,

something that advances
this investigation.

- Keep the wire off me and
I might have a chance.

- I can give you a ride home.

- Yeah, because you're
all about my safety.

- You mind if I share a little?

- Knock yourself out.

- "Always faithful."

- Did you serve?

- Nah.

I just like military stuff.

- You want to play?

♪ The wolves are in the yard
rolling 'round in the sun ♪

♪ You're locked up
inside my solitary one ♪

- What the hell do you want?

- Damn it, not tonight.

Stop!

- You getting out? Lady,
what are we doing?

Are we going, or are we staying?

- This is Detective Santos,

requesting immediate
backup on 4th and Grant

for a possible armed
robbery in progress.

Police! Hands in the air.

On the ground. On the ground!

Drop the bag.

- Bitch pulled the panic alarm.

- 5-0, man.
- Yo.

- Drop the knife.
- No, we're leaving.

I'll do this fool right now.

- Look, just be cool.
Be cool, all right?

Right now, you're only
looking at armed robbery.

- Hey, get the money.
Get the money.

- Look, how bad do you want
to make this on yourself?

All right, you got
paid, let him go.

- Blue lights coming, man.
We got to bounce.

- No! No!

Don't! Don't, don't.

You're gonna be all right, but
you can't take it out, okay?

I need an ambulance!

Two male suspects, armed,
fled eastbound on 4th!

- It's okay. It's okay.

- It's not what it looks like.

- I'm not an overly
intelligent man,

but if it walks like a duck,

and it talks like a duck,
usually it's a fricking duck.

- Sap, tell your buddy
down at the lab

to rush my prints from
my bodega robbery.

- The lab prioritizes homicides.

If you hadn't saved
your victim's life,

you'd have your prints by now.

What were you doing
in that neighborhood

at 3:00 in the morning anyway?

- First in line for bagels.

- Hamlet here can
go on a bagel run.

According to our
friends at the 5-7,

he claims he dropped his
phone taking a picture

of the Roosevelt Island Bridge.

- No, I'm good to work.

I wasn't trying to jump.

- I'm gonna choose
to believe you,

because we're all
hands on deck today.

Woz got in a car accident.

- When? Is he okay?
- Got a skull like a rhinoceros.

He's fine, but I need you
guys to work my robbery

till I get back.

- Forget the skull,
how's the Cadillac?

- Loman.

Keep your feet on the ground.

- Amber, right?

Hey, how's it going?

You lose a puppy or something?

- I'm filing a complaint.

- Oh, a pot hole in
front of the bar?

- Police brutality.

- That's my specialty.

You have every
reason to be upset.

I think I can help.

- Yo, where you
going, shutter-bug?

- Can we just drop this?

- Oh, the bogus photo-op story?
Yeah, good idea.

- I don't think the man
realizes what exceptional

detectives we are.

- I was trying to ditch
my gun, all right?

- And what is wrong
with your gun?

- Hey.

- Is this the drug
dealer you shot?

They're burying him today.
- A funeral card?

What you gonna do?
Send him flowers?

Hmm? You need to see
somebody, man...

A rabbi, priest,

department shrink, hooker.

- That's the luckiest
gun in the precinct...

Never been fired.

- What, you want to
trade me or something?

- You've proven
yours is accurate.

- Yeah, what do you say, Loman?

Lay this to rest with him.

- All right.

- My work here is done.

- Yeah.

Do what you got to do to
get your head straight.

Don't embarrass us again.

- You gonna die on me?

- Is that what
you're hoping for?

- I haven't decided yet.

- This betrayal, Harlee,

it's really messing
with my head.

Last night, me pulling a gun on
you is like you being the rat.

It's just... I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

I love you.

- I decided I might
want you to live.

- That's good, because
the doctor said a knock

on the head isn't fatal.

Plus I got a favor to ask.

- Oh, now you're pushing it.

- I need you to pick
up an empty van,

move it to the parking spot

that's aside my storage unit.

You'll get a text
with the location.

- What's this about?

- Cristina's future.

- It's just an empty
van, nothing else?

- It's clean.

Nothing that can come
back to us, okay?

We good?

- Surveillance footage
from Harlee's bodega

shows one suspect
wearing a red hat.

And a patrolman recovered this
two blocks from the scene.

- Is it just me, or do criminals
get stupider every year?

- Got his phone number in there?

- Where's Loman?

- He was just here.

Maybe he went to get
his head straight.

- Or to pay his respects.

- We all know my
cousin was no angel.

He had what he called
his "tendencies."

And he tended to them regularly.

But when the kids
needed a coach...

He stepped up.

Now I'm not trying to make him
out to be some kind of a saint,

but he didn't deserve to
get shot down like that.

- Is there anyone else
who would like to speak?

Anyone?

- I got something to say.
- Go ahead, brother.

- If we don't pull
him out, he's dead.

- Go get the car.
- I'll be out front.

- I, uh...

didn't know Jamar that well.

Our, uh...

our paths only crossed once.

- It's the police!

What the hell they doing?
- Oh, my God.

- This wasn't supposed
to happen, all right?

This wasn't right, and I
just want you all to know

that I'm sorry, all right?

I'm sorry from the
bottom of my heart.

- Let's go.
- What are you doing?

Are you seriously doing this?
- Sorry for the interruption.

- Official police
business, sorry.

- You couldn't wait
till you got outside?

- I need you to back up!

Sir, I need you to back up.

- You can get your
hands off me, man,

like, it's not
even that serious.

- Come on, come on. Yo, we
don't have to be like...

You know, we can just...
yo, calm down, man.

It didn't have to be like that.
- Stop resisting!

- Hey, hey, back up! Back up!

- Yo, it's all right. It's
all right, just calm down.

- Come on, man, let's move.

- Carlos, watch your back!
- Let's go.

- Whoa, whoa. Hey! Hey!

You see that? Let's go! Go.

- Shut up. How's your rash?

- You left Loman in the car?

- Yeah. Wozniak got
this one wrong.

- There's no way in hell this
kid should be in our unit.

- It's complicated.

- Then you explain
that crazy-ass move.

Suicide by angry black mourners?

- Look, he's not crazy.

He's... he feels guilty.
- Hell, everybody's guilty.

He put down an
armed drug dealer.

Get over it.

- It wasn't a clean shoot.

- Hold up, the
dealer shot at you.

- No, he wasn't armed.

He was playing a video game.

- And Loman covered it up?

- No, I covered it up for him.

- Well, damn, Harlee.

- I would've done
it for any of you.

- Well, he's not one of us.

Well, he is now.

Look, I gotta make
a run for Woz.

Can you keep him on ice?

- Yeah, we'll do more than that.

- Play nice, all right?

Use your words. - Yeah.

- Got a DNA match from a
hair follicle in the red hat

at Harlee's bodega, and an
address on our suspect.

Let's roll.

- Nah, we need to settle
this Loman thing first.

- I say we just cut him loose.

- If Loman opens his mouth
to Internal Affairs,

he's gonna bring
Harlee down with him.

- If he's suicidal,
we need to know.

Can't be riding around
with a time bomb.

- What do you got in mind?

- A little detour.

- Incoming phone call,
that's a milestone.

- I told you I'd
get you something.

Wozniak sent me
to pick up a van.

- Oh, yeah? What's it for?

- I don't know.

He wasn't in a place where
he could get into it.

Industry terminal parking lot.

- We'll meet you there.

And Harlee, good work.

- Any altered or
diminished sensations?

- You don't get your
fingers out of my face,

I'll give you an
altered sensation.

What about this?

Does this hurt? - No, it's fine.

- It's Linda. Uh, no, he can't.

He's in the middle of an exam.

- Here, let me get... here.

- It's Harlee.

- Hey, what's up?
- What have you gotten us into?

I'm looking at counting
machines and explosives.

You said the van was empty.

- Yeah, it's supposed
to be empty.

- I'll be back on
my next rotation.

- No, no, you're not going anywhere...
hold on.

- He was just trying to help.
- Yeah, on his schedule.

Please just get him back here.

What now?

- You lied to me.

- I didn't lie to you.
I wouldn't do that.

- Either you lied or you
don't know what's going on.

Which is it?

- I didn't know anything was
gonna be in the van, Harlee.

That's the truth.

- Well, then, you're
in way over your head.

- Look, if you want to leave,

I can't stop you, and
I don't blame you.

You know what? Just stay there.

I'm coming over there now.

- No.

Look, stay, all right?

I'll take care it.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Hey! Okay, okay,
okay, I get you.

All right, I hear your point.

- You know, guilt's screwing
with your head, Loman.

We got to silence it.

- I'm not playing this game.

- The voices in your head
don't go away on their own.

- Look, you guys got
this all wrong.

I wasn't trying to kill myself.

- No, now you want to repent?

So here's your chance.

And this is your priest.

- Take the gun, Loman.
- No!

- Take it!
- No, no, no... hey.

- Man, you almost got us killed
in that church back there.

You understand me?

- I didn't ask you to come!

- No, you didn't
ask for our help,

but we gave it
'cause we're family.

Now, you want to off
yourself, do it.

But your lame-ass cries aren't
only going to end your career.

You're pissing
away Harlee's too.

And that ain't happening.

- You know what they say, right?
A bullet never lies.

So you take the gun, and
you let fate decide.

- No.
- I were you,

I'd take my chances
with fate, Loman.

- No. No, I won't do it.

- Pull the trigger and
get this over with!

- No! No! No!

- Guess he's not suicidal.

- Turns out you
want to live, huh?

- Come on, get up, man.

Get up!

Put your hands behind your back.

- You already take
a look inside?

- It's empty.

- What'd Wozniak say?
- He said there'd be a van.

He didn't say there'd
be anything in it.

- Something off with this floor.

- Anything under here?

- I don't know.

- False bottom.

- Wozniak say anything
about this compartment?

- No.

- He just sent you out
to pick up an empty van?

- Maybe they're
planning to fill it.

- Yeah, and maybe you emptied
it before we got here.

- I got here a
minute before you.

- Found something.

- Hey, what's this plug into?

- What am I, Radio Shack?

- You're like a battered woman.

I listened to that
recording last night,

and Wozniak was ready to
put a bullet in your head,

until you talked him out of it.

Look at you.

You're still trying
to protect him.

Open the trunk.

- Seriously?

- Yeah. Keys.

You know, if Wozniak wasn't
reaching beyond simple graft,

neither of us would
be in this position.

Where did he tell you
to take the van?

We'll follow you.

- Here they come!

5-0! Police!

- You guys gonna leave me here?
- Sit tight.

We got real criminals
to tend to.

- All right, get set.

Ready? Hut, hut, hike!

Come on, let's do another one.
Ready? Hut, hut!

- You touched the car.
- No, I didn't.

- He's out of bounds.
- I didn't touch it.

- You saw it.

He touch the car or not?

- Car's out?

- Why do you think I'm asking?

- Yeah, he brushed it a little.

What'd they get you for?

- Killed a man.

- Did he deserve it?

I'm innocent, man.

Hey! Come on!

- Get out of the way.
- Marvin.

Marvin!

Get your ass in here.

You want to get shot out here?

You steer clear of police.

Do you hear me?

- Aah!

Ow! Come on, man.

- There you go, Ricky.
Was that so hard, huh?

Let's go, let's go.

- Night driving at your age?

You might want to
invest in a pair

of those drugstore spectacles.

- What are the explosives for?

- To think I was worried you
might've actually gotten hurt.

- What are they for, Donny?

- It's better for you
if you don't know.

- Tell me now or I'm walking.

- You want to help me up?

It's a controlled
explosion, all right?

An old warehouse scheduled for demolition.
Nobody gets hurt.

- Pick-up, delivery, security.
That's what the deal was.

- You want to explain to me
what happened with Harlee?

- I told you, I was wrong.

- Hey! I need to know
if you're still in.

- Yeah, you do.

- Wozniak owns this place?

- The shed, not the marina.

His uncle left it to him.

- You met him here last night?

- How many fishing boats
do you think he has?

- And he sent you back
here the very next day?

That's messed up.

- You're wasting
your time searching.

- Grunt work like this is
what led me to you, Harlee.

- Yeah, and now you're
wasting my time.

- Well, Agent Chen can give
you a ride back to your car.

Anna Kate?

- Wozniak's daughter.

- Right, suicide.

Can't be easy having
Wozniak for a father.

- She was clinically depressed.

- Proving my point.

- You suck at
foreplay, Saperstein.

Move it. I got to pick
Troy up from practice.

- How'd it go with Loman?

- He wants to live.
We confirmed it.

- He's cooling off,
taking a shower.

Shouldn't you be convalescing?

- Listen carefully.

Don't freak out.

But that waitress you assaulted
the other night at the bar,

she came in to file a complaint.

- That slut's
complaining about me?

- I talked her down, sort of.

- What do you mean you...
sort of?

- Now all she wants
is an apology.

Need someone to play bad cop.

- All right, listen up. I am bloated.
I'm cramping.

My shoes are killing me, and
my husband's cheating on me.

And I have to go
apologize to the bitch

that he's been screwing.

I'm gonna kill someone
before this day is over.

- Bernard did it.

- It wasn't right, what he
said about Wozniak's daughter.

My cousin committed suicide.

- I'm sorry.
- His father was a tough guy,

loyal, and a little scary.

- You gonna ask me if I
know any men like that?

- Do you?

- Look, you want to know why
I've been loyal to Wozniak?

It's simple.

I owe him everything.

I trust him.

- Does saying it out loud
help you believe it?

- They were never gonna let you
pull the trigger, you know.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Loman.

You screwed up.

You know it, I know it,

and now the crew knows it.

Don't make this worse by
not burying this thing.

Time moves in only
one direction.

- With all due respect, sir,

I don't get to move
on the way you do.

- Loman, I've done the same
thing and then some...

Justified shootings, but
a killing just the same.

- It's not the same.

You're a white cop.

On average, how many white
perps do you lock up?

- I don't know. I
don't keep a log.

- We're picking up
people who look like me

eight times more than
people who look like you.

- Last I checked,

we're picking up
criminals, not crayons.

- Sir, you pick up any crayon
in the box, it's expected.

I pick the same one,
and I'm a Tom, right?

I'm a sellout.

This is my neighborhood,

and to them, it looks like I
chose to side against my own.

- Loman, Loman...

We're "your own" now.

What happens to you
happens to all of us.

Not some black guy
that gives you

an extra dirty look
when you book him.

Who cares? - I can handle him.

What I can't handle are these
kids scattering in the streets

terrified that the police
are gonna shoot them.

Taught to be that way.

Nah, someone's got to show them

that being a good cop isn't
the exception to the rule.

- What, are you saying
I'm not a good cop?

- I'm a black cop

that shot a black man
playing a video game.

- Whose bad heroin
killed two people...

The people that you're
trying to protect.

- I didn't know that.
I didn't know that.

We don't get to fight
a preemptive war.

We don't get to pop people
because of what we think

they're gonna do, but it
happens all the time.

And that's why they're afraid.
That's why they don't trust us.

- Yes, we do not get to
shoot people in the head

before we know that
they're bad guys.

But make no mistake
about this, Loman.

We are absolutely fighting
a preemptive war.

That's what policing is.

Now, you're in this for
the right reasons.

You've got heart, and
you've got balls.

But listen to me.

Sometimes the right
decision isn't in the book.

- Thought somebody
might be following me,

so I parked the van at the
marina instead of your storage.

- I got it from here.

- What are we doing, Woz?

- Preparing for a rainy day.

- Yeah, well, the
clouds are rolling in.

FBI's on our tail.

We go from taking
tribute and, what,

keeping peace on the streets,
to vans with explosives?

And you're not being
straight with me.

- It's a security job, some fat
cats moving cash offshore.

It's four hours, one
night, in and out.

That's it.

- It doesn't fit our criteria.

It's not small.
It's not simple...

- All we have to worry about
is finding the informant.

That's it.

- What we were doing before...
Before the FBI...

That was enough.

- Cristina's college
is gonna be $250,000.

You're a single mom
on a cop's salary.

It's not enough, Harlee.

- Don't pretend like
this is for me.

- Well, it's for all of us, yes.

I've got five years
left till retirement.

I've seen these pension-strapped
mopes working security

in parking garages.
I'm not gonna do it.

I've worked too hard for that.

- Yeah, well, if we do this,

you won't have to worry
about your pension.

You'll be spending your
twilight years in prison.

- Harlee, I put you
through a lot last night.

And I'll make it up
to you, I promise.

- This isn't about that.

- Look, the crew's got a line on
the knifeman from the robbery.

Guy's got a history
of domestic abuse.

You take Loman, you
go talk to the ex.

Make him feel useful. - Woz.

- Then you can clock
out after that.

- Woz!

- Thank you.

- So, different bar job, same
skanky little getup, huh?

- Is that crazy person
for "I'm sorry?"

- So let me get this straight.

Your life can't go on
without an apology?

- You could have
blinded me, bitch.

- No, no, honey,
you're already blind,

prancing around in your
little mini skirt,

ruining people's lives 'cause
you're dumb and horny.

- You can blame me all you want,

but your husband came after
me, not the other way around.

- You are nothing but sweat and friction...
a blow-up doll.

You realize that, don't you?

He used you.

- Yeah, over and over again,

and I loved every
sweaty minute of it.

This isn't an apology.

I'm pressing charges.

- Just, just...

- Do you know how hard
I've worked to keep

my marriage afloat?

- No, and I don't care.

But if it's that hard,
maybe it's broken.

- Unbelievable.

You're right. You're right.

- About what?
- Don't you worry about it.

You want an apology?
Here you go.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry
that I kicked your ass.

- All right, whatever.
Just leave.

- I'm not done. I'm sorry
for more than that.

I am sorry that someday
you're gonna be struggling

to keep that body of yours.

And you're gonna be buying
miracle creams and bras,

just to prove that the kids
didn't suck the bounce

out of you, doing everything
you can to keep your husband

still interested.

And then some dumb little girl's

gonna come along and
prove just how desperate

you've become and just how
much time you've wasted.

That is really gonna
suck for you.

- Oh, sorry.

Am I early?

- No.

Come in.

- This is the most orderly
male apartment I've seen.

Are you OCD?

- The marina shed was clean.

Did Wozniak's uncle
own anything else?

- Passed away in 2008.

No other properties or
rentals in his name.

I did make progress
with Harlee, though.

Got her to talk about Wozniak.

Nothing we didn't know,
but it's a start.

- How'd you get her to open up?

- I told her my cousin
committed suicide.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- It's not actually true.

I've just found that
empathy building

is the most successful...

- His daughter.

- What?

- His daughter, Anna Kate.

You checked out the
rental history

of the wrong dead relative.

We should search for storage
units under her name.

- The knifeman from
the robbery used to

live with this woman.

- You think she'll help us?
- Hope so.

Used to punch her too.

You ready for this?

- I'm ready to do my job.

- Silvia Johnston, we're
looking for Bernard Perkins.

- Bernard's not here. I-I
don't know where he is.

- That golf ball under your
eye suggests differently.

- He didn't do this.

I haven't seen him in months.

- Look, I'd feel better
if you'd open the door

and let us take a look.

- You got a warrant?

- Didn't think to get one.

- Then get your foot
out of my house.

- He's in there.

Yep.

This is Detective Santos

requesting forcible
entry warrant.

- Where are you going?

- Best case, this
takes till tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? Did
you see her face?

- Yeah, and I also
heard what she said.

Probably the TV.
- You saw her eye.

He's knocking her around.

- Look, by law, there's
nothing we can do.

- This is ridiculous.

- Unless...

- What?

- You heard a cry for help.

- Oh, come on, Harlee.

- Did you hear a cry
for help, Loman?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

You understand what
I'm asking you?

- Yes, I heard a cry for help.

- All right, then.

Loman...

don't blow anybody's head off.

- Right.

- Don't worry.

Your story plus my story
puts him away easy.

- What are you looking at?

You want to go another
round, bitch?

- You didn't hear, Bernard?

That bitch tapped out.
I'm in the ring now.

You ain't stabbing
people at the bodega.

You in my house.
- Can't hide behind you forever.

That punk's gonna have
to see me on the block!

- In the cell block, then you're
headed for the other one.

- Didn't your mother tell
you not to stab people?

- My mama did.

- She's scared.

You know, he's a
paycheck with a fist.

I suggested she find
one without the other.

- What's Wozniak's
daughter's birthday?

- 02-19.

- It's macabre,

renting a storage unit in
your dead daughter's name.

- Guess it makes sense if
you're building a shrine.

Hang on. I got something here.

- Four counting machines.

- How much cash are
they expecting?

- Each counts close to
1,000 $100 bills a minute.

- Boom.

- Hi.

- You came to
return my bakeware?

- Please tell your daughter
she's a culinary genius.

Is that her playing? - Yes.

- Wow. Bakeware aside,

I came to tell you I looked
into the case you mentioned...

The guy you dated,
Miguel Zepeda.

- How strong is his appeal?

- I'm waiting to hear
back from his lawyer,

but they don't have to tell us
anything until the hearing,

which is set for
ten days from now.

I thought you'd want to know.

- Yeah, thank you for
the information.

You want to come in and
have a glass of wine?

- Yes.

Which is why I shouldn't.

- Oh. Is the weather getting
better in New Canaan?

- Look, if I would've known
that you and her were still...

- We're not.

But based on what
happened last night,

I should probably not come in.

- Well, then, I'm
gonna come out.

Give me a sec.

- She's just a kid.

- She's ballsy.

I was like that 20 years ago.

I want to know why he needs her,

and why I'm not enough.

- Look, I got a lot of reasons
to hate your husband,

but even I don't think
that's what he'd say.

- Well, you've never
been married.

You don't know how
bad it can get.

- What do I know?

All I know is, a woman like you,

you're worth all the
bad in the world.

- Yo.

- Hey.
- Sup?

- Nothing much. How you doing?
- I got you something.

Boom.

Yeah, now you can do some
reading after lights out.

- That's what's up!
How much it cost?

- Hey, you know you don't
ask that about a gift.

- Sorry. This is awesome.
Thank you.

- Why don't you run down
the hall and show Marcus?

- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You know, I can show you
how to borrow some e-books

from the library.

- Oh, my God.

What did they do to you?

- It's nothing.

- Come on.

- You, uh... you cold?

- Mm, do you throw your cloak
over mud puddles for ladies

to walk across?

- My cloak... if I wore a cloak,

I don't think any ladies would
be sitting anywhere near me.

- So, this type of hearing
that Miguel has...

Do people ever get released
after one of them?

- Not often.

The convicts rarely meet
the burden of proof.

But we'll bring up his criminal
record, his history of violence.

Look, I know you were young
when you got together,

but I don't know how a
woman like you would ever

be with a guy like that.

- He was a big deal
in the neighborhood.

Ran his own crew.

He had power.

- And he made me feel safe.

- Hey!

- At first.

Like nothing bad
could happen to me,

'cause I was under
his protection.

I don't know.

Why do we do any of the
messed up things we do,

and tell ourselves it's okay?

Who we think we are and
who we turn out to be...

Are they ever the same?

Best we can hope for is another
day to try to get it right.

- So you gonna tell me?

- What?

- Why did the police drag you
out of the funeral like that?

- I did things.

Bad things.

- Haven't we all?

Crooked-ass police,

running around like a
bunch of murderers.

- Yeah, murderers.