All language subtitles for SHADES of BLUE - S02 E09 - Chaos is Come Again (720p Web-DL)1

- Sap, you're gonna have to
cover for me one more time.

- Every day I'm
alive I owe to you.

Anything you need, you got it.

- The only family I got
left is in the hospital.

I'm gonna find out
who put him there.

- Quince. Shot
caller on Astoria.

- Maybe you ain't notice,
but baby girl here's

packing an automatic.

With the little man
watching, now, is she?

- I'm writing a piece
for the "Post."

Think I can get an interview?

- Make all the
judgments you want.

It doesn't change the fact
that you're a dirty cop.

- You okay if I record this?
Love some unusual stories.

- Well, there's the two
murders your dad covered up.

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

- Hi, Mr. Clark. This
is Cristina Santos.

I was thinking maybe I could
help you with information.

If you hear from Miguel,
could you let me know?

- When's the last time
you heard from Miguel?

- Hasn't bothered me in weeks.

- I guess God didn't grant
me enough serenity.

- Don't worry about it, man.
I brought some more.

Tell me what 57-4-F has to do
with Detective Saperstein.

[tense music]

[gunshots, glass shattering]

[phone dialing]

- This is Detective
Santos of the six-four.

I have shots fired. I
repeat: Heavy fire.

Requesting immediate
backup and paramedics.

[glass shattering]

Stay with me. Stay with me.
We're going for help.

Officer down.

I repeat: Officer down.

[sirens wailing]

[police radio chatter]

- Got one of those for me?

- You know, a shower
wouldn't hurt.

Wash that FBI stench off.

- Make a good impression.
- What's this?

- Transfer you asked for,
unless you don't want it.

- School Safety Division?
Come on.

- Figured you be safer
with the middle school.

- Are you guys gonna tell me
how it is they let me go?

- We took their milk money.
- Cute.

- Wonder if the FBI is gonna
send my pardon in the mail.

- Ceasefire anyway.

- Seriously? Think
Stahl's backing down?

- What'd you tell your mom?
- Oh, that the ferry was late.

She can't know that I'm
looking for my dad.

I mean, not that she'd
really notice anyway.

She's been pretty busy lately.

- So she usually works
with the same detectives?

My own private collection
of crazy aunts and uncles.

- You must have pretty close
with David Saperstein then, huh?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah,
that was horrible.

My mom doesn't think I know
how much it's affected her,

but it's never really
been the same.

So, um, is this why
you called me?

- No, well, actually, I think
may have found a lead here.

It's a piece of paper that...
Some numbers scribbled on it.

I found it in your
father's belongings.

I'm not sure what it could be.
I mean, it could be anything.

Combination to a
safe, an address...

name is pretty clear.

Might be a clue on
how to reach him.

I mean, you could ask my
grandmother if you want.

- Well, I was hoping maybe
you could help me with that.

Perhaps you could talk to Mrs.
Saperstein.

- Uh...

- I'm sure she'd love
to hear from you.

- She didn't really know my dad.
Neither did Sap.

I mean, he died before
Miguel got out...

- Yeah, but she might know
what these numbers mean.

- I don't... I don't think I
want to bother her with that.

I mean, if my dad wants
to get in touch with me,

he knows how.

- Where are you going?
I can give you a ride.

- No, I'm just gonna take a cab.

[tense music]

♪

- If you don't mind me
saying so, Detective,

you are looking particularly
ill at ease this morning.

- Loman, woman says you
know her as Baby Girl...

- You pay him to say that
and make you look cool?

- I always look cool.

- Sit down and question me
or people gon' stare, man.

♪

- Are you in trouble?

- Not me. My boy.

- The one in the
doorway yesterday?

- That's Adrian.

He's gone. I've
looked everywhere.

Dropped him off at school.
Something wasn't right.

I could tell he was nervous,
but he wouldn't talk to me.

He never made it to class.
My boy is in danger.

His mother slings an assault
rifle for a drug lord.

- I do what I gotta
do to survive.

But I keep Quince
away from my boy.

If he know I was here,

he would kill us both.

[knock at door]

- Is this hat in hand or
we going for round two?

- Neither. Neighborhood
kid went missing.

- I didn't get a call.

- His mother came to
me off the books.

She's part of Quince's crew.

Kid may have been taken
by one of his rivals.

- I don't know this Quince.
This could be a setup.

- Kid's nine years old.

- All right, start at his
last known whereabouts

and loop in the crew.

Including Tufo.

- Tufo turned in his badge.

- I'm aware.

[door opens]

- Christina, I've
got a deal for you.

In exchange for this glorious
brunch coming your way,

you get to move the car to the
other side of the street.

- I gotta get to school, Mom.

Besides, you're a cop.

You don't have to move
the car on ticket days.

- But I should be setting an
example, not abusing my power.

Hey, eggs go on the toast.

Which should be ready by
the time you find parking.

- I'm gonna be 25 by the
time I find parking.

- Guess I'll be eating
your toast then.

- Hey, how much would
this ticket be anyway?

- $65.
- So if I move the car,

I get, like, half of that?

- I come back from work
to cook for my daughter

and this is what I get?
Negotiations?

- Willing to settle
out of court.

[door closes]

[phone chimes]

[tense music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Pay for that, tough guy?

- That's called
profiling, Loman.

I didn't take you for
that kind of cop.

- Suspect has multiple priors.

- So let him finish
his muffin in peace.

- So it's you who's been
blowing up my phone

like you want a
second date, huh?

- Remember the girl
from Quince's place?

The one with the kid? - Yeah.

The sister that
pointed an AK at me,

forced me to push
up laundry day.

- That's the one.

Listen, she came to
me asking for help.

- Seriously, Mom,
what's with the detour?

I can't miss French.
I'll get detention.

- I had a dream last night.
- Yeah, me too.

It was that I didn't
get detention.

- Mine was about your dad.

- What was it?

[carnival music plays]

- A memory. We came here once.

- The three of us?
- Looking at the horses.

- Then the ride started.

Your horse circled out of view
and you thought it ran away.

- Oh, God. Tantrum?

- Immediately.
- [laughs]

- Then your father did
something I'll never forget.

He took off running,
ran after your horse.

By the time it
circled back around,

he was holding the reigns.

- He caught it for me?

- You know, in that moment,

it all seemed possible.

The life I wanted
for you, for us.

- You made a pretty
great life for us, Mom.

- You know, even with everything
that he's put me through,

sometimes I wish I could

just say thank you.

For that, and for
this beautiful girl.

- Maybe one day
you'll be able to.

- No. He's gone.

And it's for the best.

And I wouldn't even
know where to look.

- I might.

- You might what?

- Know where to find
out where Dad is.

Or get a message
to him, at least.

- Oh, has he contacted you?

- No.

But I know someone
who could help.

- Who's that?

- You're gonna be mad.

- Try me.

[siren wailing]

- Caddie, I'm gonna keep
calling you until you pick up.

Listen to me.

If a man you don't know,

5'11", blond, lean,

approaches you about anything,

he's posing as a
private investigator.

Stay away from him.
Just get away from him.

He is dangerous and not
who he says he is.

- Hey.

It's gonna be a long stakeout.

Your dad's working a case.

- The song of my youth.

- He didn't have a
cell phone back then.

- This one's a face to face.

- Well, shouldn't you be

spell-checking that
article by now?

- Still deciding on an angle.

Got more than I bargained for.

- Hey.

Is it something I can help with?

- You guys have a problem.

[bell rings]

- Hey, this school has an
antique security camera

pointed towards the wall.

Did you find anything useful?

- Teacher says he's a smart kid.

- So the answer's no.
- No.

Hey, uh...

did you speak to your son today?

- The hell does that have
to do with anything?

- Will do. All right, thank you.

Did you remember how to
secure a witness statement?

- No, but I got some
great school gossip.

Adrian told one of his friends
he had to go to the Y.

Gave him his
homework to hand in.

- Caddie!

[pounding on door]

Caddie, you in there?

[sighs]

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing distantly]

[tense music]

♪

[gasps]

♪

- Tess, how we doing?

- He's losing consciousness.

- Just hold on, okay?

We're close. We're so close.

10-13, 10-13, en route
to Mercy Hospital.

I have a GSW to the
chest and the abdomen.

Losing lots of blood. Have
a trauma unit on standby.

- Harlee?

Whoa.

- Overdose.

- Accidental?

- That would be the happy story.

- What's the likely one?

- My best friend got
killed because of me.

- He was an addict. He knew
the end was gonna come.

- Not if he was forced to do it.

[voice breaking] I lied
to my baby girl today.

More than lied. I...

I played her. I had to.

- All right, then you had to.

But I know the way out.

- What is it?

- The truth.

I know you, Harlee.
Just tell me.

- I didn't pay Miguel
to leave town.

I mean, I did.

But he showed up that night...

You know, the night that
you were picked up.

He broke into the house and...

- Harlee, whatever
happened, it just...

- Don't say it's okay.

Because it... it is not.

And I don't want it to be.

I killed him.

He threatened me, he
threatened Christina,

and I snapped his neck.

- You did what you had to do.
Good!

- It's too much death.

Nobody near me is safe.

- Except the ones you keep safe.

- Stahl knows.

He's been talking to Christina,

posing as some private
investigator.

Using her to get to me.

Texting her like he's Miguel.

- It doesn't mean that he knows.
He's just desperate.

Look, Harlee, I've
been watching you.

I've been looking for lies.

But even I had no idea.

- There's more.

Caddie helped me bury Miguel.

He could have led Stahl
straight to his body.

- We'll fix this.

- He won't stop.

- We go to his boss.

Without his shield,
he has no power.

- He will never stop, Woz.
Never.

He is going to keep
coming after me.

Until I stop him.

- Harlee, no!

- I won't let him think
he got away with this.

- Harlee, if you kill
him, the world will come

crashing down on all of
us, just like you told me

when I had my hands wrapped
around his throat.

- Yeah, I should've
let you do it.

- No, you shouldn't, though.
- He went after my girl.

- And he destroyed my marriage.

But killing him isn't
gonna help us.

- Right now, all I care about

is that I am the last
thing that he ever sees.

- And you will be.
But not right now.

Promise me you're
not gonna go there.

- He deserves it.
- Harlee, you don't.

Promise me, Harlee.

I need to hear you say it.

- Well, done, guys. Let's go.

- Loman.
- Yeah?

- Where we at?
- Nothing yet.

Wozniak got a call from Harlee,
took off, gave no specifics.

- Tufo?
- Searching upstairs, no?

- Good.
- [grunts]

- You want to confess to
something, arrest a priest.

But don't ever talk
to a reporter.

Especially not Woz's son.

- I didn't make anything up.

- Oh, is that what you're gonna
tell Woz when he finds out?

Because I doubt he's gonna
be moved by your integrity.

- Yeah, well, as long
as it's still there.

- [scoffs] You are
missing the point.

What you want is to do good.

You want the bad
guys to go to jail.

You want the world
to feel right again.

- Bad guys should go to jail.

- Then your world is never
gonna feel right again.

You wanna know why, Loman?

- Because I killed
an unarmed man.

- Wrong. Try again.

- Because I got away with it.
[door opens]

- Yo, you two ladies
shooting hoops

or do you wanna find this kid?
- No, us ladies, we multitask.

- One of the instructors
recognized Adrian

from their chess club.

- Yeah, his teacher
said he's a smart kid.

He graduated to the big
games at McKinley Park.

- You think he would go there?
- Hey, it's worth a shot.

- We good, Loman?

[bell rings]

[tense music]

♪

[phone chimes]

♪

- Hey, how'd you beat us here?

- 12:00. Next Bobby Fisher.

- I got two boys.
I can handle it.

- He's playing
chess, not checkers.

- I got him.

Why don't you guys
get his mother?

Is it okay if I sit here?

I got a rock in my shoe.

Oh, it's killing me.

I'm pretty good at this game.

I'm actually scary,
scary good at it.

You wouldn't wanna
play somebody like me.

All right. Let's see.

Let's see how good you are.

Do you want me to
spot you a castle?

- No, thanks.
- No?

You want me to take
it easy on you?

- No.
- No?

Are you gonna take
it easy on me?

- No.
- [laughs]

Then we got a fair
fight going, huh?

I prefer checkers then chess.

Oh! That's right.

I don't like the horses anyway.

- Your move.

- Is your name Adrian?

It is.

My name's Matt. It's
nice to meet you.

You weren't supposed to look
in this bag here, were you?

But you did, didn't you?

Yeah?

- It's your move.

- Hey!

Where's my other horse?

- Right here.

- Adrian! Adrian!

Oh! Oh, my God, my baby!

- That was quick game, Woz.

You wanna pretend
that you let him win?

- Only if you back me up.
- What'd I miss?

- Woz lost to a nine-year-old.

- Who had a bag
full of Fentanyl.

Now we know who's pushing it.
- Quince?

- He used the kid to
transport the product.

- What kind of a scumbag uses a
nine-year-old as a drug mule?

- One who deserves
what he's gonna get.

- If we arrest Quince, my
brother goes down too.

He'd be in jail before sunset.
- I'll think of something.

- I can't lose him again.
- What'd I just say?

- Anyone ever messed
with my kid like that,

I would drop 'em
without even blinking.

- ♪ I am a snake
coiled up in my tree ♪

♪ I am a storm cloud
threatening the sea ♪

♪ I'm a lion

♪ Lying in wait

♪ I am the pin of
a rebel grenade ♪

[phone chimes]

♪ Hey, hey

♪

♪ One of these days

♪

♪ One of these nights

♪ I will rule, rule, rule

♪

♪ I will rule, rule, rule

♪ Over you, you, you

- So how's your day?

- Improving.

- ♪ I will rule

You know, he'd want me to have
you arrested. Oss's desk.

- Then he'd have to bail me out,
which would mean showing up.

- You must be the wayward son.
- You must be Nancy Drew.

- Oh, is that what
they're calling me?

- Gotta protect my sources.

- You know, if I recall,

Nancy Drew had a very
high conviction rate.

- Hey.

Got 15 minutes now if you
want do do that interview.

- All right, yeah, if
it's gotta be now.

- You don't look enthused.

Detective Loman here
is a genuine hero.

Adds a dash of
respectability to the unit.

[phone beeps]

- Could we have
the room, please?

- Of course, he does have issues

with our brand of
justice on occasion.

Isn't that right,
Detective Loman?

- I'd say you should
schedule your own interview.

- I'm a much better listener.

Oh, by the way, that picture...
In the second drawer.

He'll notice.

- Been calling you all day.

- Yeah, sorry I never
got back to you.

I was doing some research.

- I'm gonna need that tape.

- Brace yourself for
disappointment.

[phone ringing]

- I know.
- None of that can be printed.

- No, that tape has
all of my interviews.

- Then be liberal with
the erase button.

- You know, you and my dad seem
to have quite the history.

- [sighs]

- [chuckles] Yeah, it didn't
seem complicated yesterday.

- Your dad can be a piece
of work; You know that.

But some days he
can surprise you.

- How?

How did he surprise you today?

[tense music]

♪

[bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

- Quince went in
five minutes ago.

How'd you get him here?

- I told him Adrian
came home on his own.

He can't know I went to you.

He thinks I found
Adrian by myself.

[ominous music]

But he wanted to meet
to pick up the bag,

so I suggested pancakes.

- Did you know?

- What, about the drugs?
- Mm-hmm.

- No.

- Adrian ever run a
shipment before?

- Not that I know of.
- You're his mother.

Did you even know
he played chess?

You know, that was me.

Surrounded by the game, close
to getting lost in it,

but I had someone
looking out for me.

Saved my life. Hey.

Either get involved
or get un-involved.

No sense to anything in between.

- Yo. She know the game plan?

- Yeah. Corner booth,
he came alone.

- Wake up, woobie. Come on.

This wasn't in here before.

[camera shutter
clicking rapidly]

- Yo, if we arrest
Quince for what he did,

you'd have to
testify, both of you.

You want him to stay inside.

A weapons charge ensures that.

All right?

[door opens]

- Next time I tell you to
do something, you do it.

[tense music]

♪

- He's heading out back.

- I got eyes on it.

♪

- Gotcha.

♪

[tires squeal, siren wails]

- [grunts]

- I'm sure you know
how this works.

- One thing running drugs.
It's a whole other thing

when you make a
little kid do it.

[camera shutter
clicking rapidly]

[tense music]

♪

- [grunts]

- Come near my daughter again,

and nobody will ever find you.

If she wasn't here, I
would've already killed you.

- This is disappointing, Robert.

And unfortunately, not
entirely surprising.

- I'm working an angle.

- On whom? A high school girl?

Your assignment is Ayres.

- I needed to find a way in.

Even if it's an
unconventional one.

- I think you'll find this to be

more illegal than
unconventional.

- The only measure is success.

- Not for the Bureau.

You're gonna wanna wear
your best suit tomorrow

for your disciplinary hearing.

I'm gonna need
your phone, Stahl.

All of your assignments
are hereby suspended

until further notice.

I'd go, before I tell Harlee
she can hit you again.

- I don't ask for permission.

- You'll ask for mercy.

[ominous music]

♪

[engine shuts off]

♪

- Mrs. Saperstein?

Special Agent Robert Stahl.
I'm with the FBI.

Do you have a moment?
- Not for you.

- Mrs. Saperstein, I was trying
to help your son that day.

He didn't understand that,

and now I am
investigating his death.

And if that sounds unfair,
it's because it is.

But I'm not gonna
let him down again.

- Never made sense,
how that day went.

That was not my David.

- It was not our
intention to scare him.

But we suspect there were
unusual circumstances

surrounding your son's death.

I'm really hoping you can help
me clear some of that up.

- He was very reserved
about his work.

- Did he have a safe or a
safety deposit box, maybe?

- Are you kidding?

David didn't save money.

He was always buying me
things I didn't need,

fixing things around the
house that still worked.

- Do the numbers 57-4-F
mean anything to you?

- That has nothing to
do with my son's death.

- Well, you know, just...

We can't rule anything out.

- You can rule this out.

It's the plot where he's buried.

[r[distant laughter]]

- What is this, an intervention?

- Oh, we gave up on you
a long time ago, Tufo.

- Did you get summoned too?

- Just so you'd have a date.

- Mm!

Oh, my God. What madman invented
this pickle juice thing?

- I don't know, but it works.

- If this is a surprise
party, you got me.

- Oh, for you, it's all
surprise, no party.

Woz is waiting for you
in the living room.

- Come on, Loman.
Let's go bro you up.

- Nah, I have plans for
these brain cells.

- Come on, Loman. I'll
hold your hair back.

[music plays faintly over PA]

♪

- ♪ Put all of the
world to shame ♪

♪ So who's it gonna be

♪ The one that you only need ♪

♪ Gave it up and now you can't ♪

- Let's go. You're
blocking me in.

- Settle down, cranky.

Gotta hear the score
before I hit the tunnel.

- Your score can wait.
- So can you. Two seconds.

♪

[baseball announcer speaking
indistinctly over radio]

- ♪ Misery

- Swings and a miss! Oh, man!

- Move your car.

- You let a little kid
steal your knight?

- Before I even knew
what was happening.

- Kid showed no mercy.
- None, none whatsoever.

I was toast. - Yeah.

So this is where you tell
me it's not my fault

when Quince names my
brother in his statement?

- No.

This is where I tell you
that I took care of it.

- What's this?

- It's an agreement
for Wallace to act

as my confidential informant.

Effective as of his release.

Anything that he's done, he
did because I told him to.

All inadmissible.
Quince can't touch him.

- Thank you, Woz.

- Hey, next time you're
parked outside for a bust,

turn off your engine.

If Quince was on his game,
he would've made you.

- Yes, sir.

- Least, that's how a
cop would've done it.

- I got all the
stuff in the trunk.

I tarped the inside
as best I could.

- Yeah, let's go outside. I
wanna talk to you about that.

[doorbell rings]

Hey, Nate!

What are you doing
ringing the bell for?

- I didn't realize
you'd have company.

- Oh, we have the
interview today.

Come on in, come on in.
- Can we just talk outside?

- No, no, no, come on.
Come on, we'll do it now.

Sit down. I'll get you a drink.

Boy, it's been a while since
you've been here with everybody.

- Where's Mom?

- She's out to dinner
with her friends,

avoiding the riffraff.

Here. Cheers.

Have a seat.

I know this is your
area of expertise,

but isn't it, like, you
ask me a question and...

- Are you gay?

- The hell kind of
icebreaker is that?

- Mom told me there
was someone else.

And I saw the photo of you
and Donnie on the boat.

- So that's where
your head goes?

- I spent my whole life
trying to figure out

what the hell I was doing wrong,

why Annie was your
perfect angel,

even though she was
a drug addict.

- She was ill. She had problems.

- Yeah, she had a
thousand problems, Dad.

She lied to you, she stole from
you, she broke your heart.

I was the one who tried.

I could've been a
closer for the Yankees

and it wouldn't matter.

- No, it would've.
- No, it wouldn't.

You see something you
hate about yourself.

- You're my son. And I love you.

- Yeah, then tell me the truth.
- You're my son.

And I love you.

But if you ever bring
this up again,

it'll be the last conversation
you and I ever have.

- Yeah, is that a
punishment or a reward?

[gunshot]

[indistinct shouting]

[bullets whizzing]

- Get down!
- Woz, Woz, get down!

- Get down!

[gunshots]

- Woz, get down!
- [choking and sputtering]

- Woz, what are you doing?

- No, no!

- Woz!

[glass shattering]

No!

[gunfire]

[glass shatters]

- Harlee, stay there!

- Woz!
- No!

- Get down!

- I'll call it in.
- No, now! Give me your gun!

- Woz, no, you can't!

- Just get him there!
Do you understand?

Yeah?

Keep your head down. Okay, go.

- Ahh!

[indistinct shouting]

- Tufo!

Give me the 12 gauge
from the pantry!

[gunfire, glass shattering]

- Harlee, get down!

- [groaning]

- This is Detective
Santos of the six-four.

I have shots fired. I
repeat: Heavy fire.

Requesting immediate
backup and paramedics.

[glass shattering]

Officer down.

I repeat: Officer down.

- Give me that, Tufo!

[gunfire]

[tense music]

- Are they to the car yet?

[gunfire]

- Almost.

They're in. They're in!

- Lieutenant, what
are you doing?

- Making sure they're
getting out.

- Sir, don't do it!

[tires squealing]

- Christina. [I-Where is she?
Er]

- She's in with the doctor.
Nothing serious.

She just has some cuts on
her back from broken glass.

I'm sorry. Come on.

Come sit down.

- Where's Woz?

[indistinct chatter]

- Nurse says your
boy's a fighter.

It's gonna be a few hours til we
know the extent of the damage,

but he's stable.

- Why don't you go
sit with the crew?

- Okay.

- Hey, Loman.

Thanks for that cover.

- Only supposed to work
for a few seconds.

Woz, what you did...

We only made it out
because of you.

- Mm.

Then I did my job.

- We're gonna get the
people who did this.

All right?

- Yes, I will.

♪

- Sweetie, what are
you doing in here?

- My mom almost didn't
make it home today.

Figured I owed a prayer or two.

- Your mom will
always make it home.

That's a promise.

- Why don't we go
to church anymore?

I still remember all the songs.

- [laughs] I bet.

Loudest voice in the
congregation at three years old.

- You're deflecting.

- Oh, baby, I see a lot of
pain, a lot of tragedy.

I just...

got hard to hear that

it was all part of a big plan.

- So what do you believe in?

- I believe in you.

- Do you trust me?

- Of course. You doubt that?

- No.

I saw you at the school today.

- I was...

just had to drop off
some paperwork.

For the loan.

- Did you get in touch
with William Clark?

- I meant to, okay? I will.

Just... the days get long and...

This was a tough one.

- Yeah.

I'm really glad it's over.

- Me too.

[sighs] It's okay.

We're okay.

["Sympathy for the Devil"
by The Rolling Stones]

- No!

♪

No!

♪

♪ Please allow me to
introduce myself ♪

♪ I'm a man of
wealth and taste ♪

♪ I've been around for
a long, long year ♪

♪ Stole many a man's
soul and faith ♪

♪ And I was 'round
when Jesus Christ ♪

♪ Had his moment of
doubt and pain ♪

♪ Made damn sure that Pilate

♪ Washed his hands and
sealed his fate ♪

♪

♪ Pleased to meet you

♪ Hope you guess my name