"Shades of Blue"... I told you a corrupt politician
was gonna come to you asking you to let the mobster walk.
You and your dirty cops were walking around
breathing free air because you agreed
to deliver that politician.
- You paid him to go away? - Yeah.
I'm gonna give you the money I promised you
- and you're gonna disappear. - [grunts]
Her daughter died from a drug overdose
right after we had a fight.
Was Donnie the first one?
Tom Verco, Internal Affairs. Keep up the good work.
Every member of his team has a role. I think you're the fall guy.
You can play all the mind games you want.
Doesn't change the fact that I'm a good cop.
Are you a clean one? Drug test.
If you tap long enough, you will always find a weak spot.
How else do you think I found your freezer?
- Do I know you? - Your dad hired his law firm
to force your mom to let you see us.
Terrence Linklater, the ghost who masterminded
- the armored car heist. - [gunshot]
We stick to the assignment. Julia Ayres.
She got my partner killed.
I suggest you get rid of the body.
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[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
How did we end up here, Woz?
Practice. And your friend Stahl.
You should have let me do the world a favor
and dispose of that psychopath
when I had my hands wrapped around his neck.
Yeah, life in Leavenworth
for killing a federal agent is not a way out.
I don't know, an eight-by-ten is sounding
very appealing right now.
- Or we could talk to Julia. - No.
Find out if there's any truth to what Stahl told us.
- I said no. - Finally get ahead
of this thing or at least talk to him
so we can understand what we're dealing with.
There's nothing to understand.
And you're willing to bet your freedom on that?
Everything you've worked for?
- Everyone who works for you? - [phone ringing]
What are you doing up so early?
[siren blaring]
Two teenage girls. Opiate overdose.
One DOA, the other in full arrest.
- How old? - I don't know, 16 maybe?
The paramedics have the scene.
Anyone notify the families?
No, we're still working on IDs.
Tufo and Espada responded to a 5:00 a.m. noise complaint
from our guys at the bakery.
They knocked on the apartment door,
the kids flew out like roaches.
And no one bothered to call an ambulance?
We wouldn't have even noticed the victims
had we not done a sweep.
Woz, we got all hands on deck, you don't need to...
Canvass the area.
It would be admitting weakness.
It's more of a compulsion.
As if reliving his daughter's suicide,
he could save her this time.
Well, you go home, change. Go hug your own.
We got him.
Go.
[indistinct chatter]
[siren blaring]
Buckets of stupid for a Tuesday.
It's hard when they're so young. No drivers' license.
Looks like pharma was their poison.
It's labeled Oxy.
Loman's over there sweating the rave host.
Get a confession?
Names of kids at the party. I'll check social media.
Underage drinking, drug abuse.
Your roof. Your responsibility.
I told him, I just invited a couple of friends over
- to kick off Ditch Day. - Ditch Day?
A tradition. Kids at my school do it this week every year.
We post a few pics and the party blew up.
Things got out of hand.
I didn't know half the people.
Those girls brought whatever they took.
Lieutenant?
Thought you had a late bell today.
Added rehearsal.
When did it become a crime to get to school early?
I just wanted to be here before you woke up.
I can make my own breakfast, Mom.
Cereal al dente.
Roll out was that bad last night?
[exhales sharply]
Sorry.
Sometimes it's just hard to keep work outside the door.
You don't have to. I get it.
Cop jargon, keen observational skills.
Be careful. Uncle Woz might put you on a stakeout.
[chuckles]
Mom, what is that? What?
You have blood on your neck. Did you get hurt?
No.
No, somebody else did.
Way before we got there.
You know what?
I'm gonna stay home until second bell.
- I'll take the demerit. - No, no demerit.
- Just go to rehearsal. - I can skip.
I totally know my part.
Well, I'm still learning mine, so...
I think you got it covered.
I'm just gonna take a shower and rush back.
I love you, all right?
Just go make beautiful music.
The city really needs it today.
Morning, Detective.
How many more bodies can your conscience carry?
Because I've hit max.
Don't mistake me for a priest, Harlee.
And you're a free woman now.
Just don't get into any trouble.
What? Like summarily executing a suspect?
We at the Bureau are precluded
from discussing ongoing investigations.
Oh, now you're going to read me the manual after last night?
What happened last night? Did you have a nightmare?
Yeah. I was caught in a twisted vengeance quest.
I had to make sure Wozniak got the message
and started to take me seriously.
So this isn't about your dead partner?
Is there even a dead partner?
Found in a car. Shot in the head,
and the heart, with his tongue cut out.
Because of Julia Ayres.
You look a little worn out, Harlee.
Why don't you come on up? I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about your precinct.
Add drug trafficking to death and taxes.
The choices are willful ignorance or regulation.
Wait, I don't get it. So you let certain dealers operate?
We control who, what, and where.
But when a 16-year-old girl doesn't make it to 17,
somebody's not following the rules.
I want you to smack this guy square in the face
- when I give you the signal. - Huh?
Lieutenant Wozniak. I was starting to think
- you took early retirement. - You're gonna wish I had.
- Who's this guy? - A disgruntled customer.
Yo, I can't leave with a half moon in my head.
- Get a hat. - Get out!
I have a phone, you know. I could give you my digits.
Did you forget our arrangement?
No slinging near schools. And absolutely no minors.
That rock you were under must have bumped your head.
Fentanyl sold as OxyContin.
One girl's in the morgue, the other's in ICU.
It ain't mine and it ain't new.
Been floating around two weeks now.
Loman?
- Yeah. - Yo, I respect your rules.
But while you were sleeping, these guys showed up,
the import the Fentanyl from China,
recut it, and sell it at 300% profit.
They never got your playbook.
Well, where do I send it?
Do I look like your CI?
You want to control flow, you gotta stick around.
We've had out hands full.
[scoffs]
The other brother you had was scarier.
Loman, give Devonte a new look.
Something scarier.
Relax, kid. I'm just messing.
And it ain't my problem if some hopped up gumby
pushes into your safe zone.
It takes a village. Hey, come here.
Now, speak. Talk!
Word is they work a route at the bodega near 14th Street.
This is a gentle reminder.
- My problems are your problems. - [screaming]
Before I developed a taste for corrupt cops,
I managed operatives for more traditional criminal syndicates.
Those who can't dance, handle.
Well, I didn't exactly fit the profile
for this particular line of undercover work, Harlee.
Take a seat. I won't be staying.
Okay.
My partner got cold feet
for months into penetrating Bianchi's mob syndicate.
Constant pressure, paranoia, you know.
It was your job to talk him down?
I got his head back in the game.
And then I briefed a Brooklyn Community Crime Initiative Board
and there was this certain councilwoman,
an ex-cop, real law and order type,
kept probing me on my inside guy.
And two weeks later, his widow got a flag.
And I got a transfer.
You gave up an undercover's identity?
Not his name, no.
All she needed was confirmation
that we had infiltrated Bianchi's organization.
It doesn't mean Julia fingered him.
You gotta separate personal loss from circumstance.
Well, sometimes a struggle is so primal
we're compelled to take justice into our own hands.
Don't you agree?
Are you sure that it's justice you're seeking?
I know what I want, Harlee, and what I expect,
and by now I think you'd realize
how committed I am to getting it.
Then let me give you what you want.
There's a reason that Julia trusts Wozniak.
He doesn't see her the way you do.
Yeah.
How do you see her?
Julia was in my unit. I put my life in her hands.
But if you're right, if she's changed,
give me a lead so I can see for myself
and convince Wozniak.
Well, Harlee, you know that I can't explicitly
divulge information regarding on ongoing FBI investigation.
I can't. But you have a badge,
and you're not my asset anymore.
Campaign contributions are a matter of public record.
I can't stop you from looking into your own backyard
or into your own unit's associations.
Perhaps a direct connection
between a certain elected official
and a mafia money-laundering front can be proven.
Or a conspiracy put to rest.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[intercom beeps]
Incoming call on your William Clark line.
Mm, put her through to my cell.
Hello?
Hi, uh, this is Cristina Santos.
I'm Miguel Zepeda's daughter. I met you at my grandmother's.
Right, right, the musician. Of course I remember.
I had some questions, and,
well, I was thinking maybe I could, you know,
help you with information to track down my dad.
If you have time, at some point,
maybe we could meet up today.
Absolutely.
That... Cristina, it would be my pleasure.
[monitor beeping]
Tox screen confirms Fentanyl
and they were able to stabilize her.
She's unconscious, but we got an ID
off of her swim team photo. Straight A student.
Her parents there yet?
On a train back from an overnight in Connecticut.
It took some convincing for them to believe
that we had the right girl.
Deep down, they knew.
Stay there until they show.
What for? It's a waiting game now.
Hospitals are cold places.
I don't want her there by herself.
You just asked me to go get coffee.
To make sure you don't have a hearing problem.
When I tell you to do something, you do it.
No hesitation.
You talking about the barbershop?
We have enough heat from Internal Affairs
on us right now.
And the guy already gave us what we needed.
We control the streets because they believe we do.
If they stop believing, it stops being true.
Why did you pick me to be in this squad?
What are you writing a memoir?
I'm curious. Of all the recruits, why me?
I didn't pick you. You picked us.
Nah. I heard that you hand pick every member of your crew.
- [chuckles] Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- And where'd you hear that? - Internal Affairs.
When you shot that drug dealer playing video games,
we saved you.
When it came time to save us,
you came through.
That's how you get on this team.
I'm barely spoken to as is.
And when I am spoken to, it's somebody telling me
that I gotta punch somebody in the face.
Or I gotta keep my mouth shut, Loman.
Makes you wonder what my role really is here, Woz.
Your role is to stop leaving dead bodies in your wake,
keep your eyes open, and to get coffee.
Inconclusive? What does that mean?
I think it means not conclusive.
Only you're conclusively on drugs.
Can I remind you that I was shot, Espada?
Thank God for lab error.
Who's side are you on anyways?
Would you rather I got suspended?
So what now?
Internal Affairs gonna hand you another pee cup?
Think the whole concept of random drug testing
is you don't know when it's coming.
You don't really believe that.
Look, I'm better at this game than Velcro,
Verco, whatever his name is.
I don't know. He seems pretty attached.
I went painkiller free last night, cold turkey.
So aside from the five alarm fire burning a hole
through my shoulder, I'm good to go.
Not if you don't button it up.
[groans] A feel a wave of nausea coming on.
Tess cleared an IA drug test?
About time she caught a lucky break.
She took the test yesterday?
And they're not gonna follow up with another test?
Not for now. But the rat squad's not done packing up yet.
All the more reason to keep our own house in order.
Feel like doing a wellness check?
Not the old lady on Fulton.
There's never anybody outside her window.
No. This one's been under our protection
for a couple of years.
Terry running book out of the pool hall?
I think Terry's upgraded.
He's been making serious political contributions
over the past six months, all cash.
Well, what are we looking at him for?
I saw him driving a new Acura.
You think he's tapped a new revenue stream?
I think we should know what our connections are into,
you know, with Internal Affairs hovering.
And approaching for landing.
Crime lab fast-tracked your drug analysis.
Pills at the OD'd girls' scene, counterfeit.
Fentanyl repackaged as OxyContin.
Harlee, do I look like this guy?
More hair, better manners.
'Cause I'm fairly confident I requisitioned that analysis.
My name's right here: Carlos Espada.
Yeah? I find any piece of evidence
with your names on it fascinating.
Like the fact that dispatch sent patrol
after your crew had already showed up.
Bakery next door has Espada's card,
- called him direct. - Interesting again.
There's no record of your crew responding to that call.
You guys have a real talent for being the first
to show up at crime scenes.
You haven't tried their sticky buns.
You know what I mean?
I helped my abuela write up a list
of my father's friends and relatives.
You have a future as a detective.
[scoffs] Not if I can help it.
Well...
look, the truth is, Cristina,
I've run into a bit of a dead end here.
My client, the law firm, they've dropped the search.
There's nothing I can do
to convince you to continue looking?
Maybe your mom can help with the search.
Maybe hell will freeze over.
You'd be surprised.
Despite estrangements, co-parents are bonded for life.
And by you, in this case.
So was he really looking to get custody?
Fathers who want a relationship
with their children never give up.
What if they were offered an entirely new life?
Well, a new life would be very hard to come by for an ex-con.
What if he had a lot of cash?
That would require a sizeable amount.
Hard to acquire without committing a crime,
and that would leave a trace.
Unless someone were to... give it to him, right?
Right, but then there's a question of motive.
Why would someone give him that kind of cash
and what would they expect in return?
That he'd be out of our lives without even saying good-bye.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, that... that was one of the first things
that caught my attention.
He sent me a weirdo text.
Didn't even really sound like him.
He sent you a text?
Can I see it?
If Terry's suddenly flush,
you'd think he could afford a can of paint.
So we turn him upside down
and see what loose change falls out.
Think Terry's into that much trouble?
I think nobody likes to be shaken down.
♪ It's my turn to love and be loved ♪
♪ It's my turn ♪
Thought you guys were out of the game for a while.
What, no hello? We missed you, Terry.
Figured we'd come by, shoot a few racks.
I'd tell you to put your hips into it,
but that seems to come natural.
We hear you're into current events, Terry.
Pouring money into city politics like you're a Rockefeller.
I'm a sucker for worthy causes.
How much small book does it take to cover
- that tricked out Acura? - What Acura?
Ow!
Foul. Respot.
Gotta watch where you put those fingers.
Terry, I forget,
where do you keep your numbers' stash?
Okay, my great aunt Sandy died.
Crazy old bat didn't trust banks.
They found a hundred G's in the mattress.
Jesus! Crazy bitch.
Try again, Terry.
I'm just a facilitator.
Cash filters through the bar, I let it happen.
You don't say no to these guys.
Look, I get it.
All right, you needed cash,
you got in with the wrong people.
Tell us who they are and we can protect you.
Well, who's gonna protect you?
Eight ball, corner pocket.
As a friend, I'm telling you,
forget the last five minutes of your life
and walk away. Trust me.
There's gotta be 50 grand there.
Tell your friends they can claim this within 24 hours,
or I give it to charity.
You can tell them in person when they catch up with you.
You lost, sweetheart?
Hey. 200s worth.
200s worth of directions?
How about directions to someone who can help me score.
Okay, all right, now we're talking.
How much and of what?
200, Oxy.
- I need a smile. - [sighs]
Done.
I'm not running a drive thru.
You gotta step out to get served.
You know, guys usually open the door for me.
I'm setting expectations so you never say
I don't treat you like I used to.
That's charming.
Slip the cash in that cup.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Up against the car. Up against the car.
What, you're not gonna smile for me?
Come on, Skippy.
It's a younger demo out there. It might be smart to sympathize.
And sympathize I do,
but a "casualty" happens in a war.
Let's go with "casualness" and avoid contributing
to the death of the English language.
Julia.
- Got a minute? - Harlee?
Unless you have a pitch on affordable housing,
this is a bad time.
I thought that was an oxymoron in this town.
See if you can fit that in. Type quickly.
I see time hasn't eroded your tenacity.
No, but it's given me an appreciation for discretion.
Austin, make sure the revisions
get to the teleprompter this time.
- Thank you, and thank you. - You're welcome.
Walk with me.
Looking into one of your major donors.
Terry Nabb. Owns Sharky's Billiards on Bushwick.
- You know him? - I have a lot of donors.
This one's been getting a lot of attention lately.
Then I hope he has my poster in his window.
Espada and I had a run in with him today.
We confiscated large amounts of illicit cash on site.
You know I've always attracted guys with rough edges.
I think we have that in common.
Thing change.
Yeah, on the outside.
Enough to convince most people.
All right, I will refund Mr. Nabb's generous donation,
okay?
If I enter this into evidence, someone less friendly
might offer Mr. Nabb a deal to develop a bigger conspiracy.
Mafia investing in local politics.
I wanted to make sure that didn't smear an old friend.
You know, maybe we should catch up over a drink
before you get too busy down in that evidence room.
8:00, our place?
That works.
Oh and, Harlee?
We really have to stop meeting like this.
And now, please give a warm welcome
to your next mayor, Julia Ayres.
[cheers and applause]
So what, yo, bitch picked up a burger bag
with some dope in it.
Any junkie could have put it there.
Yeah, tell that to the crime lab techs.
Nobody read me my Miranda's, so...
Whoops, watch your step.
Loman, warm him up in the box.
The Lieutenant will be right there.
No, I'm right here now.
We have a serious problem.
We got three serious problems.
I got a dead girl, I got one who's barely breathing,
and you're standing between me
and the guy who sold them the drugs.
Sharky's Billiards.
I did a little recon on our friend.
Loman, put him in the interrogation room.
Oh, I see how it is.
So bitches be calling all the shots around here, huh?
You want to redeem yourself with me,
start by following orders.
Orders like, "Hey, Harlee,
"pool hall down on Bushwick is running small book and dice.
Go down there and sign them up for protection."
- What's your point? - It's not small book.
It's a money laundering drop.
50,000 that Espada and I just confiscated from Terry's bar.
Fine. Now you know who to bring it back to.
It's mafia money.
Flying under our protection straight into Julia's pocket.
You really need her to be worse than you, don't you?
It's public record.
Terry's broke, but he's donating the maximum to her campaign.
What the hell are you running with her?
I'm not running anything.
Well, somebody is. And you cannot tell me
that it's a coincidence that a mafia drop ties back to Julia.
Julia is one of our own.
Is she? Because this is not the Julia that I know.
You don't know her like I know her.
Parents make it to the hospital?
Well, she'll never know.
Woz, listen, um,
the paramedics resuscitated her on site,
but she had been deprived of oxygen for too long.
CT scan confirms the girl is brain dead.
The doctors knew it all along, but...
Parents have to be the first ones notified
of a child's death.
[door buzzes]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
You just graduated to double homicide.
You better get me that lawyer then.
I know somebody smarter than you packaged this,
so I want to know their names
and the location of the rest of it.
And I want a chick with big hands and no teeth.
Loman, leave the room and close the door.
♪ ♪
They say one of these pills
takes away all the pain.
Now if that were true,
you wouldn't need two.
You have God himself cradling you to sleep.
And then you reach for another one.
Now that's not numbness.
It's violence.
What's the saying?
"Never get high from your own supply."
- Isn't that what it is? - Yo!
Get this psycho away from me!
I knew a girl.
She took nine of these.
How do you think that feels?
I don't know.
I don't mess with the synthetic stuff, so...
I need to know...
for sure.
And I need you...
to show me.
[screaming]
Better hope the dude isn't a bleeder.
- Rookies always get clean up. - [banging]
Seriously? Look, I get it's personal,
but when does one of us go in there?
Let Woz exorcise his demons,
quickest way to the drugs.
Anybody, get me out of here!
Remodeling or is someone starting a drum circle?
No, it's a mouthy dealer, our LT's just playing bad cop.
Anything that will make my job harder?
- [screaming] - [banging continues]
Last thing I want is you doing any more overtime.
[screaming]
Bad luck. The show's sold out.
Yeah? What's playing? I think I heard a femur crack.
Well, some prefer a casual, seemingly innocuous approach
to interrogation, others prefer to sell danger.
I'm familiar with the concept.
That's what keeps Internal Affairs in business.
This isn't some off-site freezer, all right?
There's cop etiquette.
You don't jump another detective's investigation.
Your crew is my investigation.
All right, if you're gonna go in there,
you gotta know what you're walking into.
Loman, you got the file on this guy?
- Hey, hey! - Woz, what are you doing?
Testing his product, that's what I'm doing.
- How many? - Well, I don't know,
to tell you the truth. Maybe we should start again.
- Open that door. - Call the paramedics.
- Open... - Occupied.
- I need my stomach pumped. - She's not gonna bail you out.
She took your paperwork. Ask her if she processed it.
- Open the door! - Still on my desk.
No record that you're even in this place.
And I'm sure no one's gonna be missing you.
My chest, man! Uncuff me! I need to throw up!
Where'd you get these beauties?
Tell me where you get these beauties.
Your blood pressure is dropping.
Without medical treatment, you're looking at organ failure.
I didn't get a name, okay?
I got a supply of sample product.
That's gonna be your last words? Huh?
That's your last words?
A mystery man gave you a free supply?
Where is it? I don't feel so good.
Where is it? Where's the stash?
- I don't feel so good. - Where's the stash?
- Felix, tell him! - Where's the stash?
- This isn't worth dying over! - Where's the stash?
873 Hegeman Ave. 873 Hegeman Ave.
[distorted] Wake up. I need an EMT in here!
Suspect tried to commit suicide!
873 Hegeman. Bring me back every pill.
Come on.
Come on, stay awake.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[groans]
♪ ♪
- Hey. Have you seen my mom? - Hey.
No, we had a medical emergency with one of the suspects.
She's with the EMTs. You want me to radio her?
No. No, it's okay.
Just thought she might want a ride home.
I heard it's been a long day.
Will you hang out at my house some more
so my kids can grow up to be as sweet as you?
[chuckles]
Why are you still here? Draw the short straw?
Oh, logging overtime.
Trying to make sure there's a comma in my paycheck.
You didn't get any of that money?
- What money? - It's okay. My mom told me.
Told you what?
About what you guys did for us.
I know you were trying to help.
I get it. I'm not sure I do.
What are you asking me, honey?
Hey.
Loman, uh, find the stash?
Yeah, over 500 counterfeit pills.
Testing them for Fentanyl.
Good. That dealer got amnesia once I promised him
that Wozniak wouldn't pay him another visit.
How'd you come up with enough cash to pay Miguel?
Where'd you hear that?
Oh, you just missed Cristina.
She stopped by hoping to say hi to you,
but she had to split to do her homework.
Cleaned out my emergency fund.
Really? Because she seemed concerned
that we were all going to get arrested.
I think she's just confused and hurt right now.
[exhales sharply]
So before the heist, how come no one thought
to give me a head's up that I might never see my kids again?
We all knew the risks.
You sent Cristina
to your sister's, Harlee.
You knew something that we didn't.
That seems to be going around lately.
Oh, yeah? How do you figure?
You couldn't shoot a parked truck
three feet away without those painkillers.
And it's becoming clear you're the reason
I need them in the first place.
But somehow you pass a weapons requal
and a drug test shortly after?
What, you think I'm talking to Internal Affairs?
That I would rat out my crew?
Everybody has their limit.
We're under a lot of pressure right now,
and I just want to make sure we don't have any cracks.
Oh, I'm solid. Like I've always been.
Can the same be said about you?
Like I've always been.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[knocking]
Hey. Is Nate here?
Oh, yeah.
Hold on.
- Who is it? - It's your dad, I think.
Mom's not here. She went upstate for a few days.
It wasn't your fault.
No, this is squarely on you, Dad.
I'm not talking about your mom.
I'm a good cop.
Yeah, I know.
Made your grandpa proud.
He told me that himself.
But I haven't...
always been the perfect husband.
Look, Dad, I got risotto on the stove, okay?
I'm a good friend. I've been a good boss.
I've been a good soldier.
But I haven't been a good father.
Annie was crying for help...
and I missed it.
And then after she took the pills,
the silence, it w... it was deafening...
that I-I didn't...
I didn't hear you.
I'm so sorry..
I'm sorry, son.
I'm really sorry.
You'll...
you'll never forgive me
for what I did to your sister, will you?
I don't think you want to be forgiven.
Hey, Dad.
Home safe.
[dramatic music]
Safe tomorrow.
Sure I can't offer something stronger?
Something that may keep you from being able to drive home?
[chuckles] I'm still on the clock.
About what you saw earlier today, um,
I know it wasn't pretty, but it was time sensitive.
Your boss interrogating a suspect into cardiac arrest?
By-the-book doesn't always assure the best outcome.
Yeah. Throwing it out would make all our jobs easier,
wouldn't it?
Look, I didn't come here...
I just... I just didn't want you you think...
That you paint outside the lines?
Shocking.
I just can't catch a break.
I can't do it.
No matter how hard I try, I just...
I can't protect the people that I love
without...
hurting other people.
Maybe...
maybe you don't need to work so hard
to save them from themselves.
You're a bit of a hypocrite in that sense, huh?
[chuckles]
Yeah, in one particular case,
but, wow, is she worth the exception.
[buzzer buzzing]
Oh, buzzer interrupts.
I'll rip that thing off the wall.
[chuckles]
Hello?
Hi, it's me. Can I come up?
You have a "hi, it's me"?
- Caroline. - Ex-fiancée?
Uh, actually, now is not a good time.
You didn't pick up your phone.
I just want to talk.
Caroline, I don't think there's anything
left to be said.
Don't... don't leave.
Would you rather I come by the office?
Oh, it looks like you got your hands full.
And I gotta go meet up with a friend.
- Thought you were on the clock. - I am.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles] Lost my key. - Maybe for the best.
I don't think I've seen you before.
- Are you new? - Not that new.
Hope your night gets better.
♪ ♪
Chilly night.
Season's changing.
- [beeps] - Testing, one, two, three.
- Testing. - [beeps]
- Testing, one, two, three.
- Testing. - [beeps]
[indistinct chatter]
Now that's the Julia I know.
Yeah. Vintage me seemed more appropriate for the venue.
Not the fanciest joint,
but at least you can let your guard down.
Yeah.
'Cause I'm not sure I've ever seen you let yours down.
Scotch rocks and rye neat for Her Honor.
- Hey, don't jinx me, Tommy. - [chuckles]
So drinks are on you, right?
That's the rule when you stumble into a bucket of money.
It was a bucket of something, all right.
You know, you were lucky it was me that found it.
Harlee, you don't need me to explain to you
how my world works. You're smart.
It's not so different from yours.
But we're a little bit more selective
who we let in the tent.
You mean like dealers, pimps, and bookies?
Remember, I used to run the door of that tent.
Then you remember that the only reason we do it
is to keep our backyard safe.
So here's to the greater good.
To the greater good.
Who are we toasting to?
- Oh, good, you made it. - Hey, where's my drink?
Oh, we didn't want your Shirley Temple to get all warm.
Didn't think you'd be in a social mood tonight.
And miss chatting with my favorites?
So, what are we chatting about?
Harlee's showing some real interest in politics.
- Really? - Mm.
You thinking of leaving the squad too?
Smart, tough, and camera ready.
You ought to keep your eye on this one, Woz.
I roll better with a crew.
Not as glamorous, but we watch each other's backs.
And forgive our faults.
Tommy! How about a whiskey?
I was just offering Julia some scandal insurance
for her campaign.
And I was about to explain
that I don't have the luxury of being picky
about who joins my fan club.
Look, the wrong cop gets wind of this,
and you're on the front page of "The Times" doing a perp walk.
Harlee, I keep my house in order.
Doesn't seem that way.
Took me less than 48 hours
to stumble across two loads of dirty laundry.
And not the kind that leads to scandal,
but to some serious charges.
Politics at this level, there's always a price.
I mean, take Bianchi. It's quid pro quo...
Tommy! What the hell's the matter with you?
Sorry, I didn't know you were gonna reach...
Oh, it's my fault. It's my fault.
She's gonna be the next mayor! What's the matter...
Hey, it's okay.
Get your hands off of me!
All right. Tommy, he's had a rough day.
Get out.
Hey. Yeah?
You should go home.
Yeah, okay. All right.
Hey, Harlee, it was nice catching up with you.
Yeah.
You're making progress.
I know you can't see it, Woz.
No. You can't see it.
When my daughter died, I spun out,
and I tore the city apart
looking for the dealer who sold her the drugs.
Nate found him, took a bat to his head,
and left him lying in the street.
Julia covered it up.
Don't make me choose.
[door opens]
Busted.
You're the one that's busted. Found my brown boots
and blue sweater that Tess got me for Christmas.
Well, sharing is caring.
Yeah. Not when it's one-sided.
It doesn't count if you didn't know about it.
[exhales deeply]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [beeps] - I know you can't see it, Woz.
No, you can't see it.
When my daughter died, I spun out,
and I tore the city apart
looking for the dealer who sold her the drugs.
Nate found him, took a bat to his head,
- and left him lying... - [static]
[phone chimes]
Who's texting you so late?
It's no one you know.
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