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

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- 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.

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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.

[phone ringing]

- 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?

[phone ringing]

- 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

- [yelling]

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's lonely ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ It's lonely ♪

- Sir, please step down
from the railing.

- ♪ Inside this mansion ♪

- 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.

[rock music playing]
[indistinct TV chatter]

- 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?

- ♪ Carry on till you're gone ♪

♪ Solitary one ♪

- [groans]

[dog whimpers]

- ♪ Solitary one ♪

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

♪ You're locked up inside
my solitary one ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

- What the hell do you want?

[glass shattering]

[car alarm blaring]

- 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.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[alarm blaring]

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!

[sirens blaring]

- 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...

[door opens]

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.

[all murmuring]

- 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!

[all shouting]

- Hey, hey, back up!
Back up!

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

[all shouting]

- Come on, man, let's move.

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

- Whoa, whoa. Hey! Hey!
[siren blaring]

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.

[siren wails in distance]

- 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.

[phone beeping]
- 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?

[train approaching]

- A little detour.

[phone rings]

- 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.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- Any altered
or diminished sensations?

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

I'll give you an altered
sensation.

[phone ringing]
- 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.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[handcuffs click]

- 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.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

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.

[hip-hop music]

[horn honking]

- 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.

- [sighs]

What'd they get you for?

- Killed a man.

- Did he deserve it?

[door opens, closes]
- 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.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [sighs]
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?

[engine turns over]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[dark music]

[knock at door]

- 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.

[knock at door]

- 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.

[dialing]
- Yep.

[line trilling]
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.

[crashing, glass shattering
in room]

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.

[gun cocks]

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.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- Boom.

[classical music playing]

♪ ♪

[doorbell buzzes]

- 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?

- [laughs]

- 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.

[stirring music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[poignant pop music]

Ran his own crew.

♪ ♪

He had power.

♪ ♪

- [whistles]

- And he made me feel safe.

- Hey!
[whistles]

- 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.

♪ ♪

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