All language subtitles for SHADES of BLUE - S02 E02 - Eye of the Hurricane (720p Web-DL)1

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- Previously on
"Shades of Blue":

- Come on, almost a year now

we've been together.

I wanna be with you, Matt.

There's something
you should see.

- Donnie's dead. [gunshot]

Loman killed him
in self-defense.

- Internal Affairs
looks after their own.

Same as us.

- She's an escort, she
says he calls her Harlee.

- Where do you want it?

- Camera in the
bedroom, I guess.

- Who's in charge, Harlee?

- You own me.

- What is it you want?

- I Could use a dirty cop.

- What did you agree to do?

- [groans]

- Interesting dining utensil.

- Smooth plant, sweetheart.

- The Mafia isn't your target.

- Gold star, Detective.
- Then who is?

- So what's the occasion?

- Have you signed the
file on Bianchi?

If you were to drop
the charges...

- Jules, I can't.

- The U.S. Attorney had
his DNA on the weapon.

- Then why isn't he
doing life upstate?

- Hurricane Sandy.

Evidence was lost
in the floodage.

- You wore a wire,
and you're a rat!

I will never trust you again.

[dramatic music]

*

[water splashing]

*

- You're a liar,
you're a coward,

and you're a rat!

[Sia's "Alive" playing]

- * I was born in
a thunderstorm *

- I will never trust you again.

- * I grew up overnight.

- Ever.

- * I played alone, I'm
playing on my own *

* I survived

* Hey

* I wanted everything
I never had *

* Like the love that
comes with light *

* I wore envy and I hated that

* But I survived

[bell ringing]

- I thought I beat you here.

You want to share a
piece of banana cream?

- I'm good.

- You got here early.

Won't eat.

Took the seat facing the door.

What is this? A cop meeting?

- We're a couple of
cops, aren't we?

- Well, it doesn't have
to be banana cream.

I'm willing to negotiate.

Just not blueberry.

[bell ringing]

- I asked you here so
you can translate.

I don't speak rat.

- Well, it's nice to see
you two have made up.

I'd hate for bad blood to
come between good people.

- There's nothing
like a common threat

to bring people together.

- I'm sorry to upset
your common ground,

but you and I are
square, remember?

And if you'll excuse us, my
asset and I have a meeting.

You keep his calendar too?
Because it's proven hard

to get an audience for
the past three weeks.

Isn't that right, Lieutenant?

I told you a corrupt politician
was gonna come to you

asking to let the mobster walk.

You and your merry band of
dirty cops are walking around,

breathing free air because
you agreed to deliver

that politician to me.

- One bone and rib eye steak,

blueberry pie,

and one child's Wily
Smiley Short Stack.

- I went ahead and
ordered for us.

- She was seen entering your
precinct and asking for you

a day after Bianchi's arrest,
and yet I can't seem to get

so much as a return
phone call from you.

I'll give you a hint
because I can tell

you're having trouble with this.

Give me a name.

- I'll give you a name.

Harlee Santos. Witness
for the prosecution,

appearing in court tomorrow
to perjure herself

in a mob case...

thanks to you.
- We all have our skill sets.

- I'm guessing that
Councilwoman Julia Ayres

will be following
this hearing closely.

- That's Woz-speak for,

"I won't say anything
about Julia,

"and I would never
would've made this deal

if you hadn't lied to me."

- I did not lie to him; I
offered him a way out.

- Of a trap that you set.

Julia's one of us.

You knew that he would never
agree to take her down.

- Sounds like you'd
rather see him in prison.

- We have already framed

a high-value Mafia
target for you.

You're the FBI.

You want to go after
our friend Julia?

Do it yourself.

- How do you think we at
the FBI do that, Harlee?

Undercover operations,
surveillance...

and through informants.

- You know what I miss?

Jukeboxes.

Every diner used
to have a jukebox.

All the classics for a quarter.

- You can go hump your fist
would be my translation.

- [chuckling]

- You know why diners don't have
jukeboxes anymore, Detective?

They're irrelevant.
- [chuckling]

- Nostalgia's nice,

but it's not gonna help
you escape the present,

and presently, you
are an FBI asset

who's made a commitment.

- I just like pushing buttons.

- I don't need a translation.

Do the job you agreed to do,

or you and your devoted crew
are gonna be strolling down

memory lane from your
6x8 cement rooms.

Interpret that.

- How long do you think ordering
from the kids menu will work?

- Everyone's got a
family to protect.

He's fighting for his
kid in court right now.

Pay the check.

- I have played Stahl's game.

He doesn't bluff.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Neither do I.

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- Do you swear to
tell the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

- I do.

[moans]

[both panting]

- Detective Santos.

Morning.

- [exhales]

Good morning to you, too.

- I'll call you an Uber.

- [chuckles] Excuse me?

- I got a big direct
examination today in court.

Some hard-nosed detective.

- How did you and
Lieutenant Wozniak

come upon the attack?

- We were talking to a
confidential informant

in the neighborhood
when we heard

the sounds of a struggle.

- Does this scar have a story?

- Mm, don't they all?

It was, uh...

surgery. I was sixteen.

- Cheerleading injury?

- [chuckles] Now I wanna
call you an Uber.

I was on the field,
not on the sidelines.

Running track.

- Were you fast?

- I am fast.

We ran to help, and we found Mr.
Russel.

- What caused you and
Lieutenant Wozniak

to enter the restaurant
before patrolmen arrived?

- We discovered what
appeared to be fresh blood

on the back entrance.

We entered concerned that
there might be other victims.

- Did you find any?

- You are looking at the PSAL
Brooklyn Borough Champion

in the 100 and 400.

Records still stand.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Why'd you hang up the cleats?
- Uh.

That.

My knee was sore.
I was stubborn,

and I still had the
4x200 relay to run.

- Ouch.

You hurt it on the last race?

- That's what I told everybody,
but I actually hurt it

during warm-ups.

- And you ran anyway?

- I was the anchor.

It was my job to bring it home.

- Once inside, you
discovered the defendant,

Mr. Bianchi, right?

- That's right.

I searched him and I found
the weapon on his person.

A leather sap with blood on it.

[somber music]

*

- What about this one?

*

- Some scars don't have
such a happy story.

- No further
questions, Your Honor.

- I have a question.

Detective, did you or
Lieutenant Wozniak

actually see Mr. Bianchi
attack the victim?

- No, we only saw him enter.

- Did the victim himself

give you a description of Mr.
Bianchi?

- The victim was unconscious.

We didn't have time to
wait for a statement.

- Due respect, Your Honor,
the victim's identification

has no bearing on
admissibility of evidence.

- I understand the
law, counselor.

I also understand that the
blood found on the door,

which detectives cited
as justification

for probable cause,

had no direct connection to Mr.
Bianchi.

In fact, they lacked any
evidence indentifying

the defendant as a suspect
before they searched him.

- Your Honor...
- Ah!

Which makes the weapon they
found during their search

inadmissible.

Defense's motion to
suppress granted.

[gavel strikes]

*

- What piece comes next?

Daddy? - Hm?

- What piece comes next?

- Teeter-totter.

- Daddy, it doesn't work.

- Well, let's see.

Um... [exhales]

Look, here's your problem.

You don't have
enough force here...

to get this first piece moving...
see?

And that's key.

You need the right amount
of force in the right place

to get all the pieces to move
exactly how you want them to,

and that piece gets the
next one moving, and so on,

and you get the proper reaction,
but you gotta make sure that...

everything's planned out before
you even set things in motion.

You get all the pieces...

perfectly in place,

then you predict exactly...

how they're going to
respond to the pressure.

[clanging]

- It works.

- Never stood a chance.

- 99 times out of a 100,
this case goes to trial.

- Ugh, I should've
been more specific.

- No, you were great.

We had solid foundation.

- Well, on the bright side,

you stay out of the
mob's cross hairs.

- And land right into my boss'.

DAs tend to frown on
fumbled-away Mafia cases

during an election year.

- I'm not worried.

You're very persuasive.

- I could think of at least
one judge who disagrees.

I've appeared in front of
Judge Fowler dozens of times.

Never seen him toss
evidence like that.

- Or you caught
him on a bad day.

- You want a lift
back to the precinct?

- My car's out front.

[elevator doors open]

[thuds]

- Going down?

[tense music]

*

Come on...

You didn't really think that
performance would hold up,

Surely?

- Justice can be slow off the
block, but she closes fast.

*

- She can also be tripped up.

All you need are
the right friends.

*

- You'll have to introduce me.

- Well, if we're making
the introductions,

how about the name of whoever
suggested this little frame-up.

- I don't recall.

*

- Where do you hide
a gun in that suit?

*

- Hang on...

It's starting to
come back to me.

- I thought it might.

- Anonymous tip.

[elevator dings]

[bangs]

- Anonymity...

it brings out the worst in us.

I prefer people to know my name.

- That's because
you're a narcissist.

The world stops when
you fall asleep.

- A lot of things can happen
when you go to sleep.

[elevator dings]

[overlapping chatter]

- Remember not to park in front
of your building tonight.

There's street cleaning
in the morning.

*

Anonymous tip.

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- Supervising Judge,
Criminal Division, right?

- Yeah,

Judge Fowler. F-O-W-L-E-R.

He's clean, just a couple
of speeding tickets,

and a traffic accident in 2012.

- Anyone injured?

- Pedestrian broke her leg.

Maria Rojas.

Says here she was leaving
a clothing store

when the accident happened.

- Loman.

- Customer or employee?

- She worked there. The
owners called it in.

I'll text you the address.

- Thanks.

- Yo, Loman.

- Is there a responding
officer listed?

- Yeah, Robert Sadowski, left
the department in 2013...

- What do you want?
- My usual.

- [exhales]

- Hey, you wanna tell me why
we're looking at a judge?

- Because he just
let a mobster go

who knows where I live.

- And a tuna fish,
extra tomatoes.

- Harlee?

[engine roaring]

- Yo, that's not my usual.

- What do I look like,
your girlfriend?

- Turkey on what,
everything but tomato.

- Oh, no tomato, huh?

Too bad. Good
source of lycopene.

Prevents heart disease.

- Yeah, I take vitamins.
- As you should.

New York's finest need to
look after their health.

- And a Diet Coke, please.

- You know I read somewhere
that artificial sweeteners

trigger insulin production.

- Look, man, are you trying
to sell me something, or?

- Oh, no.
- No?

- In fact, I'd like
to buy your lunch.

In appreciation of your service.

- [chuckles] We're fine, thanks.

- Come on, it's the least an
average Joe like me can do

for the heroes of our city.

You guys have all taken
it on the chin late...

Are you staying
hydrated, Officer?

Throw in a bottle of water.

- Look, I appreciate
the gesture,

but we're not allowed to exch...
- Hey, hey, hey, look, Loman,

you're holding up the line. Let
average Joe buy you lunch.

Matter of fact,
Joe, make it two.

- My pleasure, gentlemen.

- Thanks.

- Keep the change.

Oh, I didn't catch your name.

- Loman. Michael Loman.

- Nice to meet you,
Detective Loman.

- Tom Verco. Internal Affairs.

Keep up the good
work, gentlemen.

[overlapping chatter]

- Is there anything you'd
like to say to this nice man

who works 12 hours a day

making an honest living?

- I tagged your store, I'm sorry.
I guess.

- And?

You'd like the opportunity
to repaint it.

- Yeah, whatever.

- I got paint.
Come back at 7:00.

- Hey, from now on, you are
personally responsible

for that storefront. If
someone spits on it,

you're out there with Windex.
Do you understand?

[groans]

- I thought you were
taking it easy.

- Uh, it felt okay for
a second, I forgot.

How much can I get for this?

- On your finger?

- All right, we're good.

- One seventh grader and
suddenly you're a superhero?

The older kids come in packs.

- It's over a carat.

Just needs to be cleaned.

- I can't keep an
eye on them all,

and I got firearms on display.

- All right, I'll put a
blue and white outside

for a couple of days, okay?

- For you, sweetheart, $1,200.

- Joe paid four times that.

I should know, I put up half.

An empty squad car.
That's your solution?

- Well, it's like the ring.

Visual deterrent.

- And maybe some
increased patrols?

- Yes, I hear response
time is gonna get better

in this neighborhood.

- Good to know.

- No, keep it on ice.

I'll be back next month.

- What am I? A bank?

- Now that's a racket.

- We got a deal?

- No...

but we have your back.

I'll make this deposit
on your behalf.

- What happened to next month?

- He's not the accountant.

- Tess, let's go.

- I was just explaining
the concept of

visual deterrents.

- Your ass is a
visual deterrent.

- Can you tell me anything about
the accident four years ago?

- I was crossing the street,
and a car jumped a...

la luz roja.

- He ran a red light?
- Yes, and he hit me.

Acting weird, you know...

con sus tragos.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

[suspenseful music]

- Hurricane Sandy?

*

- Look, I'm just
saying, all right?

It's entrapment.

Textbook.

- The guy bought us a sandwich.

Which textbook are you
reading that teaches

sandwich entrapment?

- You gonna eat that?

- Yeah.

I'm destroying the evidence.

- Espada, meet Tess
at the motor pool.

I need you to drop off a sled.

- You sure? 'Cause Loman's
gonna wanna keep me here

on the case of mysterious
sandwich entrapment.

- What? Go! She's
waiting, come on.

- All right.

- What's he talking about?

- Look, this guy approached
us at the hoagie stand,

insisting on buying
me a sandwich.

I tell him no, he throws
his money on the counter,

wants to honor New
York's finest...

- This riveting story better
have a twist real soon.

- He's Internal Affairs.

- All right, so,
Internal Affairs

bought you a hoagie?

- Detective Tom Verco,
do you know him?

[phone ringing]

- Don't lose sleep over this.

Hey. - None of them

are working, Matt.

And now, I can't get any cash

so the driver thinks
that I am a thief,

and is threatening
to call the police.

- What driver?

- The taxi cab driver.

I'm gonna be arrested.

- No one's gonna arrest you,

tell them you're on the
phone with the police now.

- Yeah, I told him.
He doesn't care.

He just wants his money.

- Have you tried all the cards?

- Yes!

- Then maybe it's his system.

Put this guy on the phone.

- Matt, I thought of that. That
is why we went to the ATM,

and that's not working either.

- Woz, I think this
guy is targeting me.

- Close the door.

- Matt, are you listening to me?

- Yeah, yes, yes, sorry.

All right, where are you now?

- Sixth and Flatbush.

- I'm gonna send Loman
with some cash,

then I'm gonna call the
credit card companies, okay?

- I did that already, and then
they told me that someone

had put a freeze on our account.

They gave me an 800
number to call.

- All right, what's
the 800 number?

- 800, um...

- Woz, do you know him?
Detective Tom Verco?

- No!

- Matt!

- Sorry. Sorry, nothing,
nothing, nothing.

I got it.

If a patrolman shows up
before Loman gets there,

just give him my name.

All right, sweetie.

I don't know every
Internal Affair officer

in Brooklyn, okay?

Take my car to my
wife, pay the fare,

and I'll reimburse you.

- Woz, this guy came
straight to me.

You think he knows something?
- I don't know.

Look, one of theirs
up and disappeared...

so it was only a matter of
time before they started

asking questions.

- That's the thing, he
didn't ask any questions.

- Don't get rattled.

You're giving them
exactly what they want.

Don't do that.

[line thrilling]

- Afternoon, Lieutenant.

Apparently you're having
some financial difficulties?

FBI authority has
quite a reach, huh?

- I guess you don't have to
be competent to abuse power.

- Guess I like pushing
buttons, too.

You feeling any more
inclined to cooperate?

.

- 24 hour police presence,
delivered free of charge.

- Yeah, no kidding.

When do you think Woz is gonna
let us turn the spigot back on?

- Collections?

I don't know, I was hoping soon

since we didn't take any
heat from the heist.

But now Internal Affairs
might be bird-dogging us.

- You gotta be me.

IA? - Don't worry,

this guy's a dial tone.

- I gotta stop making decisions.

I'm on a bad streak.

- Technically, deciding
not to make decisions...

is making a decision.

- Yeah, thanks, Socrates.

Meanwhile, I'm running
up credit card debt,

and I can't pay my bills.

- Throw in a white picket fence,
you've got the American dream.

- Seriously...

I might be tempted to...

- To what?

- Pack it all up and run
away with the circus.

- You've got a clown phobia.

- See? Another bad decision.

- What happened to your window?

- Your link is broken.

- What link?

- The link, the video.

Your feed from
Stahl's apartment.

It's giving me "Error.
No server found."

- It's probably expired.
I mean, I sent it to you

the night he picked you up.
- Then un-expire it for me.

- What do you need it for?

- I'm not gonna explain myself!

- No, of course you're not.

You know, the past three
weeks, you've had two modes

of expression with me.

Silence and rage.

- Okay, all right, let's
express ourselves.

- The judge dismissed
Bianchi's case.

- Yeah, three hours ago, I know.

Now what about your
modes of expression?

Omission and lies.

What about that?
- Want some truth?

Bianchi beat a murder
rap four years ago...

when evidence went missing
during Hurricane Sandy.

I think the judge
escaped his DWI

and vehicular assault
charge the same way.

- Weren't you the one crying
about a world of hurt?

- That was before Bianchi
threatened me today.

He basically said he has
the judge in his pocket.

- Just leave him alone.

*

- I'm trying to track down.

Judge Fowler's
arresting officer.

A retired cop named Sadowski.

If there is corruption
in the courts,

then we have a responsibility.

- There's corruption
everywhere, Harlee.

And I'm not taking another
step for that son of a bitch.

- Who?

- From your FBI boyfriend!

It starts and it ends with him.

- If you wanna handle
Stahl, I just...

- I know how to handle Stahl.

And I only have 45 minutes.

- To do what?

- Just give me your link.

[overlapping chatter]

- [groans]
- Do they get along?

I can't tell.

- Mm, we're a passionate bunch.

- [groans]
- Angry drawer?

- Are you lost or something?

- No, but it's a
common assumption.

Are you feeling okay?

You know, my brother's
a chiropractor.

If I make a call, he could
probably squeeze you in.

- And do I pretend
that I know you?

- Almost every accusation
of neglect by your ex-wife

can be explained by
dedication to your job,

which doesn't usually
garner much sympathy.

- But this is the FBI.

Patriotism, service
to country...

- Exactly, work those words,
service and sacrifice,

into every answer you can.

- You think we got a shot
at joint custody here?

- What?

- Who's in charge, Harlee?
- You know you are.

- Never forget that.

Turn around.

- I'm not the only
one that got this.

[tense music]

*

- She was a cop...

before you made her a rat.

*

[chuckles]

*

- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

*

- The Palace Hotel.

Yep, yep, no, that's
very helpful, thank you.

Yes, I won't forget who told me.

I promise.

Your phone kept
ringing and ringing.

It's a PR guy from
Veritas Security.

He seemed very excited
to call you back.

- I may have flirted a little.

- Yeah, I got that impression,

so I did one of you.

Your retired Officer Sadowski

works their personal
security service.

He's on a detail, assigned
to the Palace Hotel

for the next hour and a half.

- Swanky.

- Hey, do you mind
if I ride along?

- It's nothing exciting,
I'm just chasing down

a missing report.

- Well, it beats
staring at a desk.

- You okay?

- Nothing a fancy
hotel can't fix...

[suspenseful music]

*

[banging]

*

[banging continues]

*

.

[overlapping chatter]

- I'm a man of no debt.

And neither is my crew.

- "Owe no man anything,
but to love one another,

for he that loves one another
has fulfilled the law."

- [chuckles]

Big Bible fan, are you?

- Especially when a man
puts his hand on it,

and swears to tell the truth.

- Yeah, how about the
part that says...

"Don't covet thy
neighbor's desk."

- Oh, I hope you don't mind.

It was empty.

- So is the holding cell.

- You know, some weeks
ago, you violently pulled

one of my associates,
Detective Donald Pomp,

out of a deposition.

- Is there a question?

- He's been missing
for over three weeks.

- I might've lost
my temper a little.

He openly questioned some
of my more effective

policing techniques without
allowing me the opportunity

to defend my actions.

- Hm.

Were they defensible?

- Absolutely.

- From what I can determine,
old Donnie spent a lot of time

around here. - Yeah...

I don't wanna insult
your policing technique,

but there aren't a lot of
places for a man to hide

in this building. - [chuckles]

Well, you know, I'm an
explorer by nature,

and...

beyond Detective
Pomp's disappearance,

I believe there are some
fascinating frontiers

yet to be discovered
in this precinct.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- It's rough terrain.

Be careful you don't
lose your way.

- I think you're right;
I may have to procure

an experienced guide.

Perhaps somebody from your crew?

- Good luck with that.

They're a loyal bunch.

*

- This Officer Sadowski?

I volunteer to grill
him mercilessly.

What's our interest, exactly?

- Say you're a patrolman.

You show up at a car accident,

there's one victim and the
driver at fault is belligerent

and slurring. First, you...

- Cuff him harder than
usual, then send the scumbag

to the hospital
for a blood test.

- Right, which should
yield a lab report...

- Every time.
- Except one.

Sadowski let Judge Fowler go.

Now he's gonna tell me why.

- You can't park
there, valet only.

- Make an exception.

- Wanna tell me
what's eating you?

- I don't know, I
might've made a bad call.

- On the job or personal?

- Both.

I took an envelope.

A couple of 100 bucks.

Two month's protection
from Gaines Pawn Shop.

Woz asked him to hold it for us.

- Tess, we stopped
collections for a reason.

- You don't think I know that?

I don't even remember
making the decision.

I'm gonna hand it
back to the owner,

I just gotta come up
with a good cover story.

- No, you need to come clean.

- Uh, I've already been
shot once this year.

- Woz will understand.

Money's tight right now,
we're all feeling it,

but if he thinks you went
outside his trust...

- Early retirement.

- Tell him.

Trust me.

I know from experience.

- [sighs]

Can we just find your guy?

- Ask the front desk for a
list of private events.

- All right.

[gentle piano music]

*

*

- Harlee?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

- I was looking for you.

You got a minute, or do
I need to buy a table?

- Um, individual donations
are always welcome.

[both chuckle]

- Um, it's about Woz.

You know, he's...

He's been under a lot
of heat lately...

so, you know, I just thought
I should let you know.

You know, for his protection...

and yours.

- He sent you?

- Well, he wouldn't exactly
fit in a place like this,

would he? - [chuckles]

- Yeah, he just thinks that
he should keep his distance.

You know?

That's why he
refused your favor.

- Favors are like handshakes,

it's hard to keep
track of them all.

- I was in court today.

Glad that went your way.

- It's good to see you, Harlee.

I gotta get back to
the grip and grin,

but grab some food
on your way out.

*

- Huh?

Yeah, you got nothing
to worry about.

Yeah, I'm aware
it's a hurricane,

but you don't have to evacuate.

You're five miles
from the flood zone.

Ma? Ma?

- Well, look who's
all cozy and warm.

- Captains, good to see you.

64th hasn't been the
same without you.

- Yeah, fewer dirty jokes?

- By half.

- [chuckles]

- Aren't you guys supposed
to be out on patrol?

- I'm taking off, emergency
vehicles are all

prepped and placed
for evacuations.

- Uh, a shelter at a church
on 14th just got overrun.

May need assistance.

- We just got here, like,
soaking wet just got here.

- Why waste a good towel?

- Woz?
- Don't look at me.

She outranks us all now.

- Yeah, I think I
liked her better

when she was just one of us.

- All right, Sap.
I'll tell you what.

If I'm still here
when you get back,

drinks are on me.

- We're gonna hold you
to that, Captain.

- Okay.

Now we got a good
reason to leave.

- How're we doing, Woz?

- All right.

- How's he doing?

- It's the anniversary
of his daughter's death.

Not the day to look for
justice in the world.

Excuse me.

All this footage of
rushing water...

[thunder cracks]

- You know, you're not
fooling anybody, Woz.

Lots of little glasses
make a bottle.

- Huh.

You know, the last six years,

every October 28th...

it's been nothing but sun.

And now...

now, I think, God's
got the idea.

[thunder booming]

- We've got flooding
in four precincts now.

They need some leadership, and
I've just run out of excuses

why it shouldn't be me.

So I'm putting you on Woz duty.

Make sure he gets
home safe, okay?

- You bet.
- Thanks.

All right.

You do what she says, okay?

- [groans] Keep your powder dry.

- Will do.

[thunder rumbling]

- You know, I-I... I
don't need a babysitter.

You could just go home.

I'm doing just fine
without you today.

- Uh-huh? And with
that last trick,

ladies and gentlemen,

we end our entertainment
for this evening.

Last call.

Uh, I need to cut back
on our bar nights.

Cristina just took up the cello,

and a good one's gonna
set me back a grand.

- You know, Cristina's...

She's a bright light.

You'd move heaven and
earth for that girl.

- And hell, too, if she asked.

- You know what?

- What?

- I'd do the same for you.

[Bruno Mars' "It
Will Rain" playing]

- * When you walk away

* Everyday it'll rain

* Rain, ra-a-a-ain

[police sirens wailing]

- Good, you're still here,
I need to talk to you.

- No.
- Look, the mob doesn't

own the judge, Julia does.

She made his DWI go away.

Took care of the
arresting officer.

Sadowksi... Gave
him a cushy job.

- Tess, I need a ride home.

- Harlee's car is right here.

- I didn't ask Harlee.

- He'll be right there.

Look, when you didn't
help her with Bianchi,

she went to the judge.

She's trading favors, Woz.

Using evidence she stole
during Hurricane Sandy.

- All right, good to know.

Come on!

Leave it alone, Harlee.

.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Hey, are you really
hocking your ring,

or was that just
general grumbling?

- You know, they make
diamonds in labs now.

Real diamonds.

Suddenly, the one you have
doesn't feel so special.

- Linda and I have hit
potholes along the way;

You just have to
keep on swinging.

- Two words, Woz.

Irreconcilable differences.

- [sighs]

A few weeks ago, I was
reading bedtime stories

and excepting windfall.

Now I haven't seen
my kids in two days;

I'm running protection for
free, and then, oh, oh, yeah,

somewhere in the middle
of there, I got shot.

- I know the weather's
been rough lately,

but we'll ride it out.

I promise.

- Woz, Woz, wait.

I gotta tell you something.

It's stupid, it's no big deal.

I don't even know why I did it.

- This wouldn't happen to be
about the pawn shop, would it?

- You saw me take the envelope?

- Don't sugarcoat it with
soft words like "take."

You stole that money
against my orders.

We share everything.

- Why didn't you say something?

- I was...

waiting to see how long
you'd live with it.

I was hoping for three minutes.

I'll take six hours.

- I'm sorry, Woz.

- Just take the money.

Enjoy it.

But it is a big deal.

Loyalty is everything.

Especially now.

We have to stick together.

*

Hey, Linda?

Linda, what's with
the mood lighting?

Did Con Ed flag us, too?

Ah, no.

Linda?

Hey...

I'm sorry about earlier.

Those credit card companies
are a pain in the ass.

I did get an apology
from the bastards, so...

we can consider that a...

A minor victory.

How you doing?

Hey... wha...

What? I told you I'll
take care of it,

I'm gonna take care of it.

- Was Donnie the first one?

- What?

Donnie who?

- Matt...

- L-Linda, I can't
fix what's wrong

unless you tell me
what's going on.

[beeps]

- I would never
risk what we have,

not for anything,
and you know that.

You know how I feel about you.

Come on, almost a year
now we've been together,

hiding in hotel rooms,
hiding our feelings.

I wanna be with you, Matt...

*

- I don't like being lied to.

- Okay, I got it.

- Do you?

- Yeah...

*

- Oh, my God.

*

[distant thud]

- Cristina?

[suspenseful music]

*

Cristina?

Is that you?

*

- We all have secrets, Harlee.

- I also have a phone.

- Yeah, and no home security.

- That's my home security.

- Anybody tries to break in...

- He doesn't walk out?

Yeah, I'll bet.

What do you think?

You think you can get to
that before I draw mine?

Holster's still strapped,
that's not good.

*

- Look, I have something
for you on Julia Ayres.

The judge who
released Bianchi...

- You had something for
Wozniak, too, though,

didn't you, Harlee?

Playing both sides is over.

- Then stop putting
me in the middle.

[bangs]

*

- I...

*

I found your camera.

I know you're
resourceful, Harlee.

You don't profile as a voyeur.

- You do.
- Yeah.

You thought I was spying on you?

Invading your space?
- Weren't you?

- If you thought I was
watching you before,

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

Do you have any idea
what you cost me today?

Now you have a problem...

because I've lost
my best reason...

to behave.

No more secrets.

No more boundaries.

*

- You called her by my name.

What profile does that fit?

- How many times did you watch?

- Afraid to turn that
analytical mind against itself?

- Why would you put a camera
in the bedroom, Harlee.

You're obviously gonna get
more actionable intel...

- 'Cause there's always...
- Out of the living room.

- A weakness, a defect.

- If you were looking
for leverage...

- I was looking for control!

- That's the spirit.

*

What did you uncover, Detective?

*

- You know, you're the profiler.

What's your expert opinion
based on the evidence?

*

- Obsession.

*

You've changed the game, Harlee.

Nothing is off limits now.

*

Harlee, you know what my problem

with her imitation of you is?

- Cuts into your bank account?

- She gives it up too easy.

*

[tense music]

*

[distant barking]

*

[car beeps]

- Spending time with your rat?

- Ah! [groans]

- [grunting]

*

[both straining]

*

[thuds]

*

- When I find you in hell,
I'm gonna do this again.

[growling]

[gun cocks]

- Woz, let go.

Let him go!
- Who's side are you on?

- I'm on your side!

You kill him, the world comes
crashing down on us all.

- Go inside!

- Please...

*

Cristina's inside.

*

[police sirens]

- It's too late, Harlee.

*

The world's already
crashing down.

[siren wailing]

[somber music]

.

[dramatic music]

*

*