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Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

Responding to shots fired
at the Sunrise Cafe.

I shot an innocent man.

You were on foot pursuit, he turned

- and aimed his gun at you.
- Loman!

Are you sure he chased a cop?

A cop who ran away from a massacre.

I'm not starting a war
with the secret police.

You're not crazy. It's all connected.

If you really love me, save me.

[SHOUTS]

Why would you do this to yourself?

[SHRIEKING] Somebody!

She's an escort.

Stahl calls her Harley.

- Tell me what happened.
- I saw him.

- Saw who?
- Stahl.

Last contact was north
of the Mexican border.

And that's where you think he is? Mexico?

Is it possible you're using
Stahl as a distraction?

Distraction from the fact
the intelligence unit

killed the only decent man
that I ever loved,

or that you helped cover their tracks?

You know, Nate started asking questions

about Nava's murder.
That thread could unravel

Harlee's bad shoot at the Sunrise.

Mr. Molina? Don't contact Nate Wozniak.

Why would I want to be
touched by some hipster fairy?

- Let me go!
- [GRUNTS]

- You're dead.
- [GRUNTS, SHOUTS]

Did you ever really see Stahl?

- I wouldn't lie to you.
- But you're not sure.

Thought I was.

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[TRAFFIC HUMMING, SIRENS WAILING FAINTLY]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[CAR HORN BLARING]

♪

Somebody!

[LINE TRILLING]

- 911. What's your emergency?
- A woman.

She's bleeding.
She cut her wrist wide open.

Can you tell me where you are?

872 Deerfield Road.

Hurry up. She's losing a lot of blood.

♪ Oh, Mama, I'm in fear for my life ♪

♪ From the long arm of the law ♪

[BOOM, GLASS BREAKING]

♪ Lawman has put an end to my running ♪

- Ah... ah!
- ♪ And I'm so far ♪

♪ From my home ♪

[GRUNTS, RETCHES]

♪ Oh, Mama, I can hear you crying ♪

♪ You're so scared and all alone ♪

♪ Hangman is coming down
from the gallows ♪

♪ And I don't have very long

♪ Oh, Mama, I've been years on the lam ♪

♪ And had a high price on my head ♪

♪

♪ Lawman said get him dead or alive ♪

♪ Now it's for sure he'll see me dead ♪

♪ Dear Mama, I can hear you crying ♪

♪ You're so scared and all alone ♪

♪ Hangman is coming down
from the gallows ♪

♪ And I don't have very long

♪ The jig is up, the news is out ♪

♪ They've finally found me

♪ The renegade who had it made ♪

♪ Retrieved for a bounty

- [SIRENS BLARING]
- ♪ Nevermore to go astray

♪ This'll be the end today

♪ Of the wanted man

[REVVING ENGINE]

♪ Of the wanted man

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

♪ The wanted man

♪ Oh

♪ The wanted man

♪

♪ The wanted man

♪

People. Well, people fascinate me.

I used to observe
human behavior for a living,

and I can tell you just about
everyone walking around

out there doesn't have
the first damn clue

as to what motivates them.

And, you know, I used to feel
sorry for the poor bastards.

They'd hit rock bottom without
seeing 100 different things

they could have done differently,

or if they could,

they were simply unable
to control the impulses

that sunk them... greed, ego, pride...

love... a woman.

That was my downfall.

But like all tales
of that sweet sickness,

there are two sides
of the story, aren't there?

[COUPLE ARGUING IN SPANISH,
HORN HONKING CONTINUOUSLY]

There's a "she said"...

and a "he said."

Robert... I need to call in that favor.

I knew better.

I knew being with her was impractical.

It was dangerous, even.

Maybe that was part of it.

But once I was hooked... once this siren

lured me into the rocky shore...

she went in for the kill.

She blamed me for things
I had nothing to do with.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

She cast me in a light that had

my closest friends doubting me.

It was a mistake.

He wasn't supposed to be part of it.

How would you know that
unless you were there?

I wasn't. I swear.

Who killed Nava?

Worse, I... I let her in my head...

into my wiring.

And once you do that...

you give up control.

The part of you that knows
better is screaming at you

to walk away, but the other part

- just can't let it go.
- [LINE TRILLING]

Hello?

Hello?

It's like, uh... gravity.

The pull is too strong.

[LINE TRILLING]

Hello?

Is there something I can do for you?

Some days I feel my sanity
slowly slipping away...

stolen from me.

[BUILDING MUSIC]

♪

[PANTING]

No.

- No more.
- And yet,

every time I see her,

I feel the same rush.

that same mixture of nausea and...

joy. [CHUCKLES]

I dated a guy like that once.

Always judging me. Such a trap.

How can you be happy
if you can't just be yourself?

Exactly, exact... see? Now you get it.

But she's underestimated me.

She thought I'd just give up.

Yeah, you don't really seem
like the kind of person

that lets someone walk all over you.

I almost was, but then...

that's why I came back...

to show her that I'm a man
to be respected.

Prove to her that I'm not
the man she thinks.

[IMAGINE DRAGONS'
"WHATEVER IT TAKES" PLAYING]

- ♪ Whatever it takes ♪
- This one's on the house.

♪ 'Cause I love
the adrenaline in my veins ♪

From a fellow member
of the broken hearts club.

♪

- Thanks, doll.
- Yep.

- Hey.
- The usual?

Yeah.

Thanks, Alissa.

♪ I'm ready for whatever it takes ♪

♪ 'Cause I love
the adrenaline in my veins ♪

- [SIGHS]
- ♪ I do what it takes

[GROANING]

[SPITTING]

[GROANS]

[EXHALES]

[LOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

Annie?

Dad, what did you do to yourself?

[PANTING]

Woz. Are you with me?

You haven't figured that out by now?

Where's your gun?

Under the dumpster.

Easier to fight back
if you don't disarm yourself.

Ow... oh...

That wasn't the point, was it?

I didn't think of an exit strategy.

Come on. Let's go.

[GRUNTING]

[STORE'S BELL RINGS]

Hey.

Yep, yep, "The Economist."

It's a thinker's read.

Speaks to a man who makes his own future.

- Yeah.
- Or I just like

- to stay informed.
- [CHUCKLES]

Oh, wait a minute, I remember...

hey, I saw you at Gracie's Tavern

the other night, didn't I?

I didn't see you. No offense.

None taken.

Thought a cop that works
the Intelligence Unit

might be a little more attentive, but...

Can I help you with something, friend?

Well, if there's anything
you do want to share,

it'll stay between you
and Internal Affairs.

You want dirt... dig elsewhere.

Preferably about six feet down,

then jump in. I'll do the rest.

[CHUCKLES] Hey, look. If I wanted dirt,

I'd just drop by the sixth floor.

The detectives there love
to play in the mud,

staining anybody nearby.

Now's not the time to make new friends.

Cristina.

You forgot this.

I don't have physics today.

Don't you have lab on Tuesdays?

It's next quarter. You know that.

If you wanted another hug,
you just had to ask.

I'm so sorry, baby.

I shouldn't have put all that on you.

Mom, you've apologized
like a million times.

But you shouldn't have had
to see me like that.

Look, I want you to know...
I'm putting Stahl

and that whole nightmare
in the past, where it belongs.

Trust me, I'm fine
returning to my bubble.

It's much less stressful.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Mom.

I mean it.

I won't let Stahl in my head again.

Good.

I'm gonna be late. I love you.

I love you too, sweetie.

My house? Seriously?

Late for your Internal Affairs meeting?

I passed last week.

Standard procedure
for lethal use of force.

Did you tell them anything about me?

You think I survived
ten years by blabbing to IA?

Well, I just got warned off
talking to you

by an IAB officer.

And he got you so rattled
you came running to me?

My boss has friends in Internal Affairs!

Which has friends everywhere.

He's probably fishing,
or sending you a message.

Do you want me to check for a leak?

I want you to tell me if they know

we've exchanged information.

One or both of us
may be under surveillance,

but I haven't been talking to IAB.

My partner Parker told me the same thing

right before my unit killed him for it.

If you think that you're next,

then do something about it.

Expose what Parker knew.

Why was he talking to Internal Affairs?

You need to forget you know me,

and if you have any kind
of survival instinct...

don't make any more moves.

It's three shots.
That's excessive for a robbery.

Yeah, and more precise pattern

than your average
liquor-store gunslinger.

I recognize the signature.

You think he went to
a reporter different than Nate

to prove his son's innocence
in Nava's murder?

I thought I was pretty persuasive.

Someone finish your homework, Loman?

Jeez, Woz. What, did Linda

get sick of you leaving
the toilet seat up?

Domestic abuse funny to you, Tess?

I thought you silenced him.

Not as permanently

as intelligence would have preferred.

Is that what you were
discussing last night

on your date with Carrot Top?

He thanked me for taking care
of his loose ends.

Probably already knew he was
coming here in the morning.

Did this intelligence officer
ask you how you knew

that their patsy's father was talking?

He didn't know about Nate.

But they seem to know just
about everything else.

You think we led them here?

You find your ginger
boyfriend and his pal,

and you sit on them,

and you don't let them get near Nate.

Both of you, keep eyes on my son.

- Yo, Woz, where you going?
- To prevent World War III.

Blatant vandalism and consumer theft.

Wait until Internal Affairs
hears about this.

I'll cop to the vandalism,
but it's not theft

if you've already paid for it... twice.

Guess the real issue
is if Internal Affairs

already knows about it, who else does?

My mom would probably get a call.

I heard a rumor that
your department has a leak.

Victory.

I love rumors. They always allow me

to learn things about myself
that I never knew.

Sunrise massacre?

A dead NYPD Intelligence Officer?

That's not sufficient confirmation

that you guys need a plumber?

You're suggesting that Detective Parker

set a rendezvous with IA,

and that's what got him murdered?

He wasn't killed in the line of duty

by a suspect that you yourself put down?

Isn't that the kind of urban legend

that keeps you guys in business?

Not if it runs into actual evidence.

So you guys were not talking to Parker?

Cop gets killed,

I'm forced to entertain
malfeasance by other cops.

What makes you go there?

- Just working a hypothetical.
- Mm.

Well, unfortunately,
we're beyond that stage.

You know, ballistics confirmed
that every bullet

in the Sunrise Cafe

not discharged by Officer Parker,

including the one in his skull,

were fired by the suspect
that you put down.

So all the slugs
in the diner matched the ones

in the parking lot where I shot Morris.

Inconsistent with your story.

That surprise you, Detective?

[EDGY MUSIC]

♪

- What's this?
- Said you were starving.

Is this your way of calling me fat?

Everybody knows the first
rule of a stakeout

is get the food before you start.

Okay.

Do you recognize this 9 mil?

What's so special about this

that you tracked me down on a stakeout?

It just morphed into the drop gun

that you planted on Morris
outside the Sunrise Cafe.

- What?
- It also matches every victim

and slug in that diner,

including the one in
the dead Intelligence officer.

That's not the gun I planted.

I have never seen this weapon before.

Well, now it's tagged
in evidence and present

in every single crime scene photo.

You know, I knew Intelligence had reach,

but how many departments would
a swap like that involve?

Maybe Woz is right.

They are untouchable.

They're still covering up their tracks.

What if I told you
the cover-up went beyond

Nava's murder suspect, Cesar Molina?

I thought Woz put you on a stakeout.

- He did.
- Woz has you tailing Intelligence?

Turns out I led them straight
to another loose end.

- Just one minute... uh...
- He's expecting me.

I would have brought wine,

but the liquor store's
closed for a shooting.

Seems we frequent
the same establishments.

The old man had given up
defending his son's legacy.

I appreciate Detective Loman's effort,

but as a rule, I'm not a fan
of half measures.

Yeah, well, that's one thing
that you and I have in common.

I like security
and a good night's sleep...

which is why I'm glad you're here.

What's this, an essay on the correlation

between God complexes
and erectile dysfunction?

Close. It's an article being written

by an intrepid young reporter
named Nate Wozniak.

I assume you counseled your son
on the hazards

of fronting a story
about repentant felons.

Ignore the typos. It's a first draft.

- How did you get this?
- If it's written on a computer

with a Wi-Fi connection, it's available.

Not without a warrant, it's not.

It's all zeroes and ones.

I could listen to your
dinner conversation

using a refrigerator
if I were so inclined.

All that matters is access,
and I have it.

Was it you that said
"God complex," or was that me?

[CHUCKLES]

The money's better down here.

Remember what happened to God's son?

Rough day.

Tough on Dad, too.

"Father, why have you forsaken me?"

[EDGY MUSIC]

You could probably have the
Pope fired if you wanted to...

but if you threaten my son again,

the wall behind you
is getting a new paint job.

Our dead suspect's father
gave Nate a second source.

It's quoted on page two.

Anonymous for now.

But it gives our man an alibi
in James Nava's murder.

Not anonymous to you.

You got the source out of the
old man before you shot him.

I can send one of my men,

but as you always seem to trip over them,

perhaps you'd like a chance
to remedy this development.

No more half measures.

I need to know we're all rowing
in the same direction.

I'll take care of it. Then it's over.

A warrant, one witness interview,

and now lunch?

For a couple of "elite"
Intelligence detectives,

they sure have a lot
of free time on their hands.

When do you think it happened for them?

Ramsey strikes me as the kind of guy

who cherry picks his own crew.

Think they joined the force
as cadets to murder lawyers

and liquor store owners?

Harlee, I'm sorry.

We thought spiking Nate's story
was the best way

to protect him and
our bad shoot at the Sunrise.

Yeah, that's been my go-to too.

Got to protect our own, right?

No one could have predicted
that they'd go as far

as to kill an ADA.

You think anyone could have predicted

how far you or I would go?

It doesn't feel like you have
any options when you're in it.

It's not too late for your moment.

You just have to reach back
to that part of yourself

that chose to wear the shield
in the first place.

- Their day just got exciting.
- How do you figure that?

Those are $5 shakes they just tossed.

[DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC]

♪

[OMINOUS STRING MUSIC]

♪

I'd have thought you preferred wine.

Mm-mm.

It's Mexican brandy.
I... I acquired a taste for it.

Thought we could celebrate our reunion.

I, um... I...

Robert, I don't have the wig anymore.

I've actually liberated myself

from that particular proclivity.

Is there, um... anything else you'd like?

Not that kind of visit, Gina.

Try the brandy.

[DARK MUSIC]

♪

Savor it.

See, you have to appreciate life's...

little pleasures while you can.

The sources of our joy,
our relationships...

achievements that define us

can all be ripped away
from us at any minute.

You've been spending time with Harlee.

- But...
- It's...

a good thing, Gina... potentially.

I only told her what she already knew.

Shh.

I am more interested
in what she's told you.

She's been coming over almost every week.

That is a lot of girl talk.

I just listen.

To her lies?

That's okay. I mean,

that is what she does to good people.

Disorients.

Makes you need her,

and she extracts what she wants and...

tosses you away.

She can't stop thinking about you...

why you let her live.

She listens to the recording
of your 911 call

of that day... over and over.

You need to be really careful here.

Trust me. I speak from experience.

Harlee Santos...

is a narcissistic psychopath...

and a murderer.

And yet, she had me obsessed with her

and you feeling sorry for her.

And that's her power.

But I think that together,

you and me can use that manipulation

against her...

can get into her head
like she climbed into ours,

have her doubting her own sanity.

And then we can both be free.

You want to be free, don't you?

Yes.

[WHISPERS] That's my girl.

[CHUCKLES]

[SINISTER MUSIC]

♪

Well, Nate came down
Yofor a cigarette break

about 40 minutes ago.

Other than that, he's been tucked away

in his office safe and sound.

Cigarette? Since when does he smoke?

- Oops.
- What, did everything turn

to crap while I was gone?

You're asking the two in the patrol car?

That reminds me. We got to
roll back to the precinct.

I set up a meeting with the new captain

so you can kiss his ring

so you can get out of these blues.

About damn time.

I mean, thank you, Woz.

When? When is it?

Y-you're already late. [CELL PHONE RINGS]

I'll handle it from here.

- [CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Yeah.

Still quiet.

Our friends have taken
to backing up patrol calls.

All right, stand down.
I'll handle the situation.

Stand down?
Have you talked to Ramsey yet?

Woz. Hello?

[DIAL TONE]

We're leaving?

Says he has a handle on the situation.

You think he's bailing Ramsey out again?

Dispatch, Tango-9303 arriving
on scene at the Embassy Hotel,

200 block of Prospect.

Please confirm the nature of the call.

Roger, Tango-9303.

That's a 911 involving a 10-18.

A domestic disturbance?

Copy that.

These guys are really having a slow day.

You going in?

Time to play offense.

You know, you could have come inside.

Newsroom could use a little discipline.

Thought you could use a cigarette break.

Ha. Yeah? And what are the chances I get

a straight answer about
the status of your face?

Cesar Molina's father is dead.

The liquor store owner
who won't return your calls?

[CHUCKLES]

Let me guess: attempted robbery?

These are dangerous people, Nate.

They won't make exceptions
for the First Amendment.

Define "these people."

Nobody you can write about.

- Off the record, Dad.
- Off the record?

It's nobody that you can write about.

It's not just his father's words.

Cesar's priest from when he was in prison

the night Nava got killed...
they finally had

that beer and movie
they've been talking about.

Now I know you know the concept, Dad.

It's called an alibi, all right?

Take my word on this.

Okay? Stay away from the Molina case.

You recognize either one of them?

Somebody important we should know?

I don't see paparazzi.

Look how she flinches
every time he gestures.

Why would they keep the victim

and the abuser together?

Detective Santos and Loman
from the six four.

This is our 10-18?

You're the second pair
of shields on-site.

He's got to be somebody to someone.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Miss, can I talk to you
alone for a minute?

There's no need for privacy.
This was a misunderstanding.

And we're just trying to clear it up.

- What's your name?
- Vanessa.

- [SPEAKING SPANISH]
- Hey.

Back off, okay? Let her answer herself.

I was only getting her
primed for you, officer.

You don't have to say anything.

Just nod, and I can make it go away.

♪

I used to be good at hiding it too.

Okay? I know all the tricks.

Interviewing a material witness, big guy.

Thought you'd have learned
to duck by now.

That he didn't have any power over me.

Please. You're making this worse.

- Then help me make it better.
- Thank you, Detective.

We have her statement.

Why don't you two go check
the parking meters?

From liquor store robberies
to domestic violence.

You guys are really
moving up in the world.

Community relations, honey.
Go ahead and uncuff him.

What, so he can work her over better?

I don't need a windup
to make an impression.

You too, Detectives.

Move along. We've got it from here.

- Who is this clown to you two?
- Diplomatic courtesy.

And how much is that costing him?

Don't you have a pawn shop
to shake down or something?

Right now something else
is catching my interest.

Our advice: on this one,
get uninterested.

I'd listen to them, bonita.

♪

Ah, date with the new captain?

Whatever gets me out of this uniform

and back to a decent pay bracket.

You get out of that uniform,
the raise will follow...

solve all your problems.

I warmed him up for you.

- Hey, you the fluffer?
- Why?

You need a tip?

Officer Nazario? You're up.

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

- Carlos Espada.
- What's up?

- It's Wallace.
- Hey, what's up, man?

You looking for your brother?
He's right here.

No, Wozniack. Do you know where he is?

Yo, is that Wallace?

I'm sorry, my bad. Who... who is this?

Wallace. Wozniak was supposed to meet me

at my job 20 minutes ago.

- Is that my brother?
- Liquor store witness.

When was all this arranged?

This morning. After you seized

his product yesterday, Dixon came to me

looking for extra muscle
to meet with his supplier.

And this was sanctioned by us?

Never mind. Wozniak just showed.

Later.

Wait, wait, wait.

What was that all about?

Some witness said he was supposed to

meet up with Wozniak.

Then why did you say, "Are
you looking for your brother?"

'Cause he sounded
like Wallace for a second.

And why aren't you looking at me?

Did you see that look on her face?

The one that says she knows
what's coming later?

"To protect and to serve"...

unless we get in someone's way.

They're not untouchable.

Not forever.

Ever bully, from wife beaters
to gangsters to dictators...

They can seem invincible for a while,

until, almost always, they're not.

Maybe... after enough people
hurl themselves

- in front of a tank.
- That's the question,

though, isn't it?

Knowing that tank
will probably flatten you.

- Turn the car around.
- Harlee, you sure?

Turn the car around now, Loman.

[SIRING WAILING]

Ever since Woz has been sidelined

with a bullet in his back,

the neighborhood's been slipping away.

And nature abhors a void.

So you fill it with my brother?

He made a bigger difference

with one undercover
than we had in two months.

You don't get to make that call.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

How about turning off the mood lighting?

Y'all trading baseball cards?

Hey, little brother, you got to know...

I got to know nothing from you.

- [SIGHS]
- Start talking, Lieutenant.

Looks like somebody else
already started talking.

What's in the bag, Woz?

If your brother's gonna be
muscle for a drug dealer,

he's got to be strapped.

You're giving a gun to a parolee?

I wasn't gonna let him keep it.

But you're gonna let him
dive headfirst into a world

that put him in prison for eight years?

Didn't seem to bother you
when he was fixing problems

- for you and Tess.
- So now he's on the payroll?

He volunteered... for a noble cause.

He doesn't get to volunteer.

I'm responsible for him.

Well, welcome to my world!

I'm responsible for all you ingrates.

Responsible for when you want
to follow your own mind,

no matter how obvious it is to me

that you're making a mistake.

Drugs on the street
are never won or lost, Woz.

No sense in putting family
at risk to push

a damn rock up a hill.

Every minute he stays in that life,

it'll take twice as long to get him out.

Try to remember who's made
what sacrifices.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Wallace...

you're gonna sit this one out.

Give your little brother
here the time and place.

- That suit you?
- Huh.

Do we move now?

After he pulls away.

[GRIPPING MUSIC]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SIREN WHOOPING]

License and registration.

You got demoted to traffic cop?

More like garbage duty.

Ma'am, can you step out
of the vehicle, please?

She's not the one driving.

I'm not talking to you.

Ma'am.

I'm fine, Officer. Really.

See? She's fine.

- Here you go.
- What's that?

Why you pulled me over.

You wanted your taste, no?

Okay, you can both step out of the car.

You saw what happened back at the hotel.

I have friends with you, remember?

You're gonna want to consider
the next five seconds

very carefully.

I said step out the car... now.

Got to say, Wallace...

this is one of those choices
I just do not get.

Yeah, I know my track record
ain't free of those,

but this is different.

Why, because you're running with the cops

instead of away from them?

Because this feels right.

Do you remember
Laurel Lake in the summer?

You were trying to impress a girl.

Tried to swim your ass
under that low bridge.

Those girls were impressed as hell.

Well, I remember standing
on that bridge...

must have been six or seven,

watching you go under,
running to the other side,

and just waiting.

Took about two seconds
for the panic to start...

the helplessness.

My brother was in trouble
and I couldn't get to him.

I felt that way when
you were on the inside too.

I...

can't feel that again.

I made it under that bridge, didn't I?

You're not a trained cop.

Don't forget I survived
the streets and the joint...

all that time.

You know, it's been a long
while since I've felt like

I have purpose on my own.

And doing this?

For the first time since Laurel Lake...

I'm feeling like Superman.

Get in the car.

Gina, I'm here with Director Baker.

Can you repeat what you just told me?

I couldn't tell you this before

because Harlee was there,

but Harlee was as obsessed
with Agent Stahl

as she said that he was with her.

She told me she watches
videos of Stahl...

of his bedroom... from the
camera that she hid there.

Video of, uh... of him...

with me.

When I was pretending to be her.

She told me the day
in the cabin with Stahl,

she called him to her apartment first.

She tried to drug him,
to get him off her back,

but she knew that Stahl
would never just give up.

She said that she knew

the only way to stop
Stahl would be to kill him.

She's dangerous.

I'm really scared of her.

What are you doing? You trying to get us

- both killed?
- I'm not the one

- ordering the hits.
- You arrested someone who's

- under our protection.
- Attempted bribery

- of a police officer.
- You need to let this go.

Like you let your partner's death go?

Does that look familiar?

It's Bennett's plant gun,
and now the murder weapon

used by the man you shot at the Sunrise.

- You knew?
- Yes, I knew.

I could do something about it
or I could stay alive.

When was the last time
you actually felt like a cop?

Your unit's not exactly
collecting integrity medals.

- Or dead bodies, at your pace.
- You sure about that?

An entire gang could be wiped out tonight

because of your raid
on that beauty salon.

- What beauty salon?
- Your boss disrupted

a drug mule outfit in Midwood

with zero concern for the fallout.

More friends of yours?

Seriously, what is your plan?

To expose your own bad shoot?

To keep pushing Ramsey
till he comes after you?

To be waiting for him when he does.

Well, don't shoot to kill.
I'll be the one he sends.

Hey, Father.

Never seen wind this violent.

When it kicks up like this,

it always makes me think
a judgment is coming.

That why you're here?

No, I know where I stand.

Most people who walk
through those doors do so

in search of something.

My son is in danger...

unless I do something...

unforgivable.

These men I counsel in prison came to see

that nothing's unforgivable...

if you ask for forgiveness.

Did Cesar Molina ask for forgiveness?

Did he find peace...

before that noose
tightened around his neck?

Before he returned to His embrace...

Cesar had found salvation.

Well, w-what about for you?

What's heaven like?

Each of us has a vision
of what heaven might be.

Yeah, but for you.

What's your vision?

Close your eyes,

and I want you to tell me the...

the first thing that happens.

Music.

For me, it's music.

As it rises...

it's as if every song and
every note exists at once...

in harmony... without chaos.

- Go on.
- Then the light comes.

It's warm and full of comfort.

I'm lifted off my feet
by the power of it,

and I know without reservation
that I'm held in His arms...

an eternity of peace
and illumination in His grace.

♪

Sometimes I envy your faith.

Now if you're not in a hurry...

to see that peaceful light...

I'd stop defending Cesar Molina

and volunteer for some missionary work...

out of state. Tonight.

What do you see?

Darkness.

All right.

If you two fellas worked out

which one of you got
more of Mommy's nipple,

Let's keep this simple.

All right, Wallace, answer it.

- What, no wire?
- No, you never want

to have to explain a wire.
I'll mute my end.

Just keep it in your pocket
with the line on.

- All right.
- Remember faces if you can,

but what's most important
is to get a name.

- Name, got it.
- All right.

Keep your eyes open.

Feel good to type his arrest report?

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

It'll have to be just the bribery.

Couldn't get a statement out of the girl.

[SIGHS] I'll swing back by the hotel...

try to get her to talk on my way home.

- "John Johnson"?
- Don't hate.

He thunk hard on that alias.

- Prints in the system?
- No, but he can rot

over there till he gives us
a name or calls a lawyer.

He's banking on his
intelligence unit sponsors

to bail him out.

Paycheck's kind of heavy
this week, Loman.

- Logging that OT?
- [LAUGHS]

What, are you being hazed or something?

Penance. I owe Tufo a favor,

so I decided to pick it up for him.

- Penance? What did you do?
- Ask him.

I ain't saying nothing
to anybody anymore.

You can't snitch to family, bro.

Yeah, you can, when the family

be keeping mad secrets
from each other, bro.

Cue the snitch in three, two...

Wallace helped us ID a beauty salon

that was cutting up
drug mules like lab rats,

so now Woz has him posing
as muscle for a dealer

who's patching things up
with his supplier.

Today?

That meeting's today?

Yeah, right now. Why?

Cole told me that entire
gang could be wiped out.

They're not patching things up.

You want to know a secret
about the bridge stunt?

I was trying to impress you.

Showtime.

Yo, who picked this place?

Asked for something natural.

Something wrong with a park?

You don't have to chat them up.

Think it's an ambush?

If Intelligence is as dialed-in

as they want us to think they are.

[PHONE RINGING]

Everyone stay chill
and let me do the talking.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[SHARP MUSICAL STING]

- [SIREN BLARING]
- [CAR HORNS HONKING]

Tufo's not picking up.

Are you sure this is a trap?

God, I hope not.

[GRIPPING MUSIC]

♪

[MAN SCREAMING ON LINE]