Previously on "Shades of Blue"...
Put your hands up.
This is not what it looks like.
It looks like you're robbing an armored truck
filled with DA money.
This isn't our heist. It's Donnie Pomp's,
the Internal Affairs officer.
Wozniak isn't here.
What were you doing in his house?
There's something you should see.
It's your dead body. It's your decision.
I just want to make sure we don't have any cracks.
Whoa, you're saying that I would rat out my crew?
Everybody has their limit.
Oh, I'm solid.
- What now? - Behold, your share.
- Cristina. - Your dad hired his law firm.
If you hear from Miguel, could you let me know?
Hi, it's me.
- You have a "Hi, it's me"? - Caroline.
- Ex-fiancée? - I don't think
I've seen you before.
Are you new?
Not that new.
Politics. There's always a price.
Take Bianchi, it's quid pro quo.
Hey! Tommy, what the hell's the matter with you?
I'm sorry.
How about the name
of whoever suggested this little frame-up?
Anonymous tip.
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Teslin paper.
As close to PVC stock as you can get commercially.
You know, the trick to New York State is a hologram.
They can't make anything easy.
Scans at all major checkpoints.
Wow. That's something.
Good photo to work with. Not like the back alley shots
we usually get.
Looks official. Who took it?
New York Police Department.
- Hey! - NYPD!
- Nobody get stupid now! - Let's see hands!
- Any other rooms? - You're the cop.
Tell me, and I won't arrest you.
Serious? Uhh, 12 through 16.
Thanks.
Espada.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey! Hey, you said you weren't gonna arrest me.
I'm not. He is.
- Tufo. - 12 through 16.
One-man search party.
Loman, start taking out the trash.
- I'm on it. - Espada?
- Yeah? - Stay here.
14 clear!
All right, let me lead with this:
I don't like sudden movements.
Are you working with these guys?
I'm sorry. My boyfriend said I could
just earn some extra cash doing Photoshop stuff.
16 clear!
Pratt. Good school.
I got to think there's a better way to make tuition.
It's not tuition. I dropped out.
What, this glamorous life of crime is worth
throwing all that away for?
No.
But she is.
It's hard to give her the world
doing late shifts at a student center.
Harlee, you good?
All clear.
I'm gonna be checking up on you,
Debbie Ramirez.
I want you back in school.
I mean it.
And listen to me very carefully.
Your baby doesn't need the world.
She needs a mother she can look up to.
This is your second chance.
Don't blow it.
Harlee, you're gonna want to see this.
So much for the benefits of an honest day's work.
I mean, there's got to be 100K here.
Bag and tag. I'm gonna go get Loman.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on.
You know the heist going south cost us a big pay day.
- No. - We took risks, all of us.
And we got nothing to show for it
except bullet holes and a lot of heat.
This is not happening.
I was gonna open a bar with my friends.
- A family place. Tufo? - Pay off my mom's mortgage.
I know you have plans too.
So we need to decide right now. The three of us.
Are we in or are we out?
In.
I said bag it and tag it.
This is evidence.
- Hey. - Hey.
I hope you left a hell of a tip
for that bartender last night.
Nobody pressed charges.
Yeah, well,
the day is still young.
So, is this an official visit,
or are you just mad that maybe I cost you a vote?
It's official.
I'm here to talk to Captain McManus
about policy changes.
You're full of it.
I'm checking up on an old friend.
- I'm fine. - I know you better
than to accept your first answer.
My back hurts.
Linda left me.
The Mets are playing like the Mets.
Linda left you?
Oh, you don't care about my back?
Yeah, she found out.
About what?
Donnie.
Did you tell her that...
No, no, no, no, I didn't want to twist the knife.
Something else is going on, Woz.
I know you. You can tell me.
This place is falling apart.
Seven, four, six, eight,
nine, two, B.
Two, B?
Yeah. Or not to be.
It says I'm missing a digit.
Killers, thugs, and pervs on every corner,
and you got us doing data entry.
You want to jump into these Bulgarian passports?
They got to have about ten extra letters in their alphabet.
It's four, actually,
but the Cyrillic makes it seem like more.
Somebody leave your cage door open?
Ahh, the garbage unit...
actually entering cash into the system.
Have the laws of gravity been suspended too?
Nah, but they should pass a law against that tie.
I see your defense mechanisms are still intact.
You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you guys were
worried somebody's watching.
- Unless somebody wants - to grab a keyboard and pitch in,
he should watch from his office.
Don't worry. I will.
Whoa, I didn't even click on anything.
What did I tell you about that, man?
No triple X on the work station.
No... that's a DEA alert.
It says we're in possession of DEA-marked currency.
Case number one, five, Charlie, eight, seven, seven.
This means more paperwork.
One, five, Charlie, what?
Eight, seven, seven.
That face means more paperwork.
No, this face is much worse.
What is it? Who stole the money?
We did.
$500 matched the heist money.
Got to be Donnie Pomp.
I'm not so sure. If he skipped town,
the money would've, too.
Currency circulates.
That $12 million could be all over the northeast by now.
And if you're looking for a new life,
isn't a new ID first priority?
But that's the thing.
All the photo IDs are backed up on the computers we seized.
There's no Donnie Pomp.
He's Internal Affairs.
He's not gonna leave a paper trail.
Speaking of the rat pack.
Hey, Espada, go head off that weasel face
and keep him away from the DEA.
Yeah, I'll go tell him I confess...
to the unfortunate situation in stall number three.
I should've just let those guys have the cash.
You know, the money I gave you from the heist was
for Cristina's college fund.
There were other pressing matters at the time.
Like keeping Miguel out of her life.
All right, so if Miguel left town with the cash,
who the hell's spending it?
Caddie.
He's the only other person who had access.
You trusted that junkie?
I'll tell him to lay low for a while.
Junkies don't know how to lay low.
I'll talk to him.
Believe me, I'll get my point across.
No, you don't know him like I do.
- Exactly, no soft spot. - I'll deal with it.
Fine, I'm tired of dealing with your messes anyhow.
And what about yours?
You think Stahl's gonna lay off
just because you spilled a little whiskey?
He'll find another angle.
What do these emojis mean?
WTF.
Six symbols to represent three letters?
The point is, I'm asking him to explain where he's been,
and he won't, or can't.
Okay, well, "WTF" notwithstanding,
this is great news.
Congratulations. You found your father.
I haven't found him if he won't tell me where he is.
He might not understand these hieroglyphics.
Could you just tell me where he sent it from?
- The text? - No.
Aren't you a private investigator?
An above-average one, but I can't retroactively
trace a text message.
However, I was able to scan those old photos of your father
that your grandmother loaned me.
I thought you might like them.
Thanks.
I'll get this back to you.
Keep it. Law firm has tons of them.
Hey, cheer up.
This is a significant development.
He tells you he'll reach out.
Yeah. Eventually.
Caddie?
Either one of you seen Caddie?
You Mother Teresa or something?
Just a friend.
Haven't seen him in a while.
Pity. He was a fun dude.
You probably hocked this phone I gave you, Caddie,
but I need you to call me.
The gift I handed you isn't safe anymore.
Find me.
Yeah?
- What's up? - CSU found a casing.
.40 caliber.
Wow, that's a lot of bullet for a mugging.
Yeah, I'd say "execution."
I'm gonna go check in with ME.
Oh, no, no, no, no, this is your crime scene, detective.
Who's our vic?
A young woman took a single GSW to the head
sometime between 5:00 and 7:00 a.m.
Any eyes on it?
Nope, appears to have been a pre-dawn party of two.
An anonymous tip rolled over from your desk
after you took off.
Why would a tipster be calling directly into our unit?
That's the mystery of the day.
CSU found a .40-cal casing.
We might be able to get some prints off it.
Do you have a bullet?
Yeah. In her skull.
Excuse me. I'm gonna go make myself useful.
Is there something going on between the two of you
that I need to care about?
No cameras, no witnesses. Got to work pretty hard
to find that kind of privacy.
Kind of thing that would require a plan.
Well, probably someone familiar with her routine.
Followed her, waited for the right opportunity.
Shooter goes through that much trouble,
kills her with a single shot,
and then leaves a shell casing behind?
Opened like a pro, closed like an amateur.
It's Caroline.
Huh?
I know her. I...
She was Nava's ex-fiancée.
What?
James Nava, our ADA. Tall, beard.
The crusader guy?
He was prosecuting the mob case
before it got thrown out. Do you think?
No. No, no, no. Some low-level DA?
He's not even gonna crack the top ten
of Bianchi's enemy list.
Mm-mm.
The anonymous tip.
And she was killed with a .40 caliber?
Says the casing.
What was the wine we spilled when we arrested Bianchi?
- Some expensive red. - He has my gun.
My backup piece.
.40 caliber.
It's my name on Bianchi's list,
and he signed it all over this crime scene.
All right, guys. Let's get her out of here.
They should zip me up with her,
save themselves a bag.
We can try a new approach
and tell the truth.
Report your gun stolen.
Six hours after the body dropped?
You didn't know until now.
It's not as if you had motive.
Do you have motive?
I'm dating Nava.
How come I didn't know about this?
Nobody knows. I was trying to be discrete.
Once those ballistics come back...
No, the bullet's not your only problem.
Unless somebody else loaded your gun,
your fingerprints are all over the casings.
The good thing is, it's our tip, our case.
Finding it a little hard
to see the silver lining in that one.
Look. Tess is running point.
We have to get back to the precinct,
catch everybody up to speed.
No, Woz, wait, slow down. This has to stay between us.
If we're gonna beat Bianchi at his game,
we're gonna need every player on the field.
I think we may have a leak.
Verco found the freezer.
He was waiting for me there.
I think he's squeezing one of the crew.
How many things have you been keeping from me?
I was looking for something firm.
Hey, we got a name.
Caroline Winston, JSD.
Her prints are in the system through the Bar Association.
- She's a lawyer. - Do we have a next of kin yet?
Espada's headed to her apartment to look for her phone.
She's about a block from here.
She was probably headed to the subway.
- Early morning. - Or late night.
Team's all set. We good to take her?
Yeah, go ahead. I want the ballistics report
as soon as possible.
Sooner if you want to impress me.
I have harnessed the power of the Internet
for good instead of evil.
- You Google something? - I found something:
an engagement announcement in the "New Haven Register"
from last spring,
during our victim's happier times.
The victim was engaged to James Nava.
Is that our ADA?
Cha!
What's this?
Have you ever read about King Umberto I of Italy?
Yeah, since I'm clearly Italian.
1900, King Umberto happens upon a small tavern
whose owner looks so much like himself,
he could be his twin.
Ooh, great story. Tell it again.
They have a few laughs about it, a few drinks.
Then they get to talking.
Turns out, the pair were born on the same day
in the same year in the same town,
and the owner's name just also happens to be...
I think I can guess.
Umberto!
So, the very next morning, the king is informed
that the tavern owner was hit in the neck
by an accidental gun discharge.
Oh, should've kept his safety on.
Yeah, yeah, so the king asks when the man's funeral will be,
but before the aide has a chance to respond,
King Umberto is shot in the throat
by an assassin in the crowd, dies instantly.
True story.
So, the point behind your charming little narrative
is what?
Coincidence?
Hey!
The DEA money that was stolen in the armored truck heist...
that you reported...
just showed up at the scene of a bust
that you participated in.
What are the chances?
I think I'll leave my safety on today.
Be a fall guy if you want, Loman,
but don't make it so damn easy.
Come on, give it up.
Whoa, whoa. Easy.
It responds to kindness.
It responds to nothing.
Hey, listen. Did you log in that cash
from the forgery mill?
Yeah. Thanks for your help.
You missed the DEA rectal examination.
Hey, give me another dollar, would you?
Verco seems to think it's the same cash
from the armored truck heist.
Apparently Donnie Pomp is out there
spending our hard-earned stolen cash.
- We don't know it's Donnie. - Who else would it be?
Did anyone from the crew know him well?
Donnie Pomp?
Internal Affairs? Are you kidding?
No need to volunteer information.
Answer yes or no when possible. Don't elaborate.
But his questions are implying that I...
I know what his questions are implying, but...
what a defense attorney says isn't testimony.
Detectives?
Your office told us you were in court.
Short recess.
Do you have a minute, Counselor?
- Not the best time. - It's important.
Seriously, if I wanted to be this bored,
I could go to Grandma's.
I'm almost done.
Hey, since when does Toby have a motorcycle?
It's old. He just finished fixing it up.
We raced his brother down Flatbush last night,
took a turn so low I could've touched the pavement.
Sounds safe.
Eh, maybe not, but it made me feel alive.
You know those moments when it's like time stops
and nothing matters except the here and now?
Yeah, no, with my mom always on my back,
I never really get a chance to ignore the consequences.
Well, we can fix that today,
if you're interested.
Where? Where did you find her?
West Prospect Park, near 7th Avenue.
I told her a hundred times not to cut through there.
- I'm so sorry. - When did you break off
the engagement?
Um, couple of months ago.
Did you say shot in the head?
Yes.
- One bullet? - Does it make a difference?
I'm asking if it was suicide.
No, it was a murder.
One bullet to the head, execution style.
- Tess. - Who would do that?
Random psychopaths aren't roaming around
executing women in the park at 7:00 in the morning.
Did Caroline have any enemies?
Is this a police interview?
When was the last time you saw her?
Last night.
She came to my apartment.
Doesn't sound like a clean break.
We were together a long time.
She wanted to believe it was temporary.
Did you guys fight about that?
I mean, you mentioned that she could've been suicidal.
It wasn't a fight.
She saw two teacups on the table, she got upset.
Who did the other teacup belong to?
No one.
I set my cup down somewhere, grabbed another.
Where is she now?
Most likely on her way to the morgue.
What time did she leave there?
Your apartment.
James, we're back.
- Start without me. - It's your witness.
- Excuse me. - I have to request a continuance.
Well, do you mind stopping by the precinct after that?
Help us with some details, timeline?
Yeah. Okay.
Well, I hate to say it,
but I think that's our guy.
Bianchi. Tell me where he is.
Ma'am, please lower your voice.
This is a tranquil space.
It's a front for the mob.
I'm sorry, but you need to leave.
Not till he gets his ass out here.
I'm calling the police.
Good news. They're already here.
Bianchi.
Detective Santos.
I'm afraid this establishment is
a little above your price point.
You want to come after me? Let's go.
At least I can defend myself.
Well, you do seem to be carrying
a little extra tension today.
How about a deep tissue massage? On the house.
Tell him to get his hands off me.
Or what? You'll...
Okay, okay. Stop.
Now you're just making a scene.
It's got nothing on the one you made this morning.
How's it feel, Detective,
to have your face stamped on a charge?
That woman had nothing to do with you and me.
But that's the problem with the dirty end of the field.
Isn't it?
A lot of collateral damage.
Now, that clip of yours holds what?
Nine, minus the one.
That leaves...
that leaves a lot more bullets.
Well...
House is still standing.
That was a coin flip.
Hey.
You back?
Suitcase needs restocking.
Well, why don't you lose the suitcase?
The house may still be standing, Matt,
but some things are beyond repair.
Like my office window.
Today it just... shattered.
I-I was always good at that "no questions asked" part.
Too good, as it turns out.
So, should I ignore the gun in your hand?
I need to protect somebody.
You always do.
Yeah, except this time, I don't know if I should.
Just fix your window, Matt.
It's a good place to start.
Most hard evidence in a case is gathered
in the first 24 hours.
Why don't you try gathering some?
I can walk and chew gum, James.
I know what this is, and you can always find me.
Please, go do your job.
I thought we said 2:00.
Do me a favor. No more questions for a while.
Is there an issue?
I said all I'm gonna say today.
If you have anything else you want to share,
you know where to find us.
He's lawyering up.
Well, he's an ADA.
You come at him with klieg lights,
what do you expect?
I have enough experience with lying men
to know when one's hiding something.
I'm sure he's seen his share of false arrests.
You know, it's a reflex action.
Crimes of passion are always sloppy.
I don't care who you are.
Are you familiar with the term "rush to judgment"?
Can we go back to this morning when you and I weren't speaking?
I just want to make sure you don't miss anything.
It's not my first barbecue, Harlee.
The search warrant is being issued as we speak
for the security footage.
Which security footage?
Nava's apartment building.
Got to build a timeline, verify when the victim entered
and exited his building last night.
Promise you won't kill the messenger?
- No. - Like, a general assurance?
At this rate, I might kill you before you give me the message.
Crime lab misplaced your shell casings.
- Define misplaced. - No damn clue where it is.
Did they at least dust it first?
Logged on scene, not in the kit.
- Who's the crime tech? - Tuscano.
If you want to berate directly, he's on hold at my desk.
- Unbelievable. What line? - Three.
I'll check and see if they broke down the perimeter.
Hey, this is Tess Nazario at the 64th.
I was waiting on a residential search warrant.
Tuscano, you can map the genome off a saliva swab,
but you can't hold on to one metal object?
Can you hold onto it for me for a minute?
We might expand it to the adjacent apartment.
Yeah, thanks.
- Nope, we'll re-file. - Cleaner paperwork.
Thank you.
It's like incompetence is contagious or something.
Who was that?
Oh, drunk and disorderly at the 3rd Street cleaners.
I'll take it.
And I wouldn't worry about that shell.
You've still got ballistics.
That guy's not winning any arm wrestling matches
anytime soon.
Oh, he was wearing a vest.
What about that one?
Got tired of his mouthing off.
Yeah, listen.
The cash from the heist showed up
at the forgery mill.
We got a lot of cases to clear,
so if you're gonna ask a question,
don't take the scenic route.
You told Espada that Donnie's the one
who put it back into circulation.
I told him he might have.
You and I both know that's impossible.
Would you rather me tell him Donnie couldn't do it
because you killed him?
It never stops, does it?
Every lie I tell is for the family.
We're gonna get through this,
but you're gonna have to take my lead.
Now, are you with me, Loman?
To the end of the line, Lieutenant.
All right.
Let's get back to work.
Hey. That's not your service weapon.
This, well,
you got to be able to shoot whatever you can find.
They use this a lot on the street.
Easy to hide.
Nine millimeter?
Nah, it's a 40-cal.
Nice.
Yo, what's the holdup?
I don't know. The clerk was sitting on it.
He said he thought you wanted to expand the search warrant.
No.
Why is it everybody wants to do my job,
but all they do is get in my way?
I'll drive if you want.
Hey, I got it, Detective Espada.
Why don't you sit this one out?
Last time I checked, you're not my CO.
Gonna make me pull rank? I'm getting cabin fever in here.
I could use a field trip.
Like I said.
Don't worry. I won't get out of the car.
Beautiful throw by Garcia.
What are you doing? Don't swing at 3-0!
Here's the pitch. Swing and a miss.
Throws back to the pitcher.
Come on, not in the ninth.
Can I help you with something?
It's okay. NYPD.
This is evidence in a murder investigation.
A badge isn't a warrant.
Got it right here. Sorry.
My partner got ahead of herself.
Jesus, Harlee, why don't you just throw me down the stairs,
save us both the trouble?
I might... what are you doing bringing Verco here?
I can't seem to shake either of you.
I have been scratching my head as to why I can't
- get any traction on this case. - Lower your voice.
And the reason is standing right in front of me.
I'm sorry. Lower my voice?
Surveillance footage from this building is not
gonna tell you anything about that woman's murder.
So why the rush to get your hands on it?
Okay, I'll figure it out for myself.
Tess, I'm on the tape.
- What? - I was here last night.
I passed Caroline on my way out.
Wait, wait, wait. You're the teacup?
I'm the girlfriend.
Ugh, even more reason for you to stay out of this.
You are never gonna see this guy straight.
It is him who doesn't see me straight.
- Your judgment is clouded. - It's not.
On him, on this, I promise you, it is not.
- You care about this guy. - More than I'd like.
Enough to cover for him?
He has nothing to do with this!
Harlee, did you lift my shell casing?
My fingerprints are on it.
That's why we don't touch them.
No.
Caroline was killed with my gun.
It was stolen.
I can't tell you how. I can't tell you why.
You're just gonna have to trust me on this.
You want me to trust you?
You all but accused me of snitching to Internal Affairs,
and you're asking me to submarine
an entire murder investigation
just 'cause you asked me to?
- Yes. - You want me to go
to this woman's parents and say, "Sorry, murder unsolved.
There will be no justice for your daughter"?
Yes.
And expect me to sleep tonight?
Look, do it or don't do it, Tess, okay?
It's your call!
But I am asking for your help.
There you are.
Didn't realize there was a planned detour.
Just needed to look at things with fresh eyes.
Security footage?
Right here.
- Lieutenant Wozniak? - Yeah.
I was told you wanted to see me.
Yeah, I want to see Caroline Winston.
I know you wanted this one fast-tracked.
I was just prepping the body for autopsy when you came.
Well, I really appreciate it.
Can I have a minute alone with her, please?
I haven't... I mean, in terms of cleaning her up.
Oh, no, that's... that's okay.
She's not my grandmother. I-I can handle it.
Never put much thought into this old...
heart-to-heart with a corpse routine.
But I'm supposed to say...
I'll find the person that did this to you.
This one's gonna be...
a little different.
See, I know who did this to you.
You didn't deserve it.
But I'm not gonna solve this case.
I'm sure you probably would much rather be someplace else.
That makes two of us.
But I promise you this...
That when I find the guy that did this to you...
I'm not gonna call the cops.
Well, if you get anything else...
What slug did you think you were gonna use?
I was just following Napoleon's playbook:
show up and see what happens.
Amateur hour.
Hey.
You didn't think I'd have you covered?
Thank you, Woz.
If anyone's gonna make you pay for your screw-ups,
it damn well better be me.
Looks like Bianchi got away with murder today.
In a way, so did I.
For now.
I don't break promises to dead people.
I paid Bianchi a visit today.
Traded threats over cucumber water.
His was clear: I tell him who put you and I onto him, or...
Or he empties your clip one bullet at a time?
I can't take any more blood on my hands.
It's your gun, but I gave you the weapon to plant on Bianchi.
We both have blood on our hands.
Uh, I think you have the wrong apartment.
Cristina? I'm a friend of your mom's.
Can I talk to her?
She can't come to the door right now.
Smart. She taught you well.
You probably don't remember me.
I think last time I saw you, you were five or six.
I was your mom's training officer.
My name's Caddie.
You don't look like a cop.
I'm retired.
Do you want to leave a message for her?
Delivery, actually.
Do me a solid and give her this.
Tell her I'm laying low a while like she asked.
And don't open that.
I never took you for a wine connoisseur.
Oh, yeah. Are you kidding me?
For example, this here...
this is a red.
Is that a do-it-yourself project?
Well, with everything that's going on around here,
I need a clear view.
No cracks in the window, no cracks in the team.
Don't work too hard trying to convince yourself otherwise.
We're good with your murder investigation?
What started out as an afternoon lay-up
is now a full-blown whodunit.
Sometimes these things get away from you.
Anybody need a paperweight?
Whoa, that's evidence. You break it, you buy it.
Take up a collection. Thing's busted.
Never recorded a frame,
as if it's been wiped clean.
Well, this whole precinct's been jinxed recently,
as if we picked up an albatross.
Crack team you got here, Lieutenant.
Yep.
Except no carpenters.
Well, you never know about people.
For instance, Donnie Pomp.
Even when I first saw the file, I thought it was a misprint.
What kind of name is Donnie Pomp?
And then I come to find out that he has this...
this knockout of a girlfriend.
Will you hand me the nails there, please?
And then, you know, as I'm turning over rocks,
things get interesting fast.
I wish you'd start getting interesting fast.
It got awkward talking to the girlfriend.
I mean, how does this dumb bitch not know
the guy's smoking pole on the side?
I man, blissful ignorance, I guess.
Well, I got to find him anyway.
Figured you didn't eat much today.
I should just get you a key,
save you the trouble of a search warrant next time.
You know the ex is the first place a good cop looks.
And you distanced yourself pretty fast.
I didn't want to complicate things for you.
So, nothing from ballistics? No witnesses?
James, I'm sorry.
It doesn't look promising.
- So look harder. - We will.
But you know the odds, right?
I mean, I'm sure there's a stack of open, unsolved files
on your desk right now.
This is the woman I was gonna marry.
She's not a file.
None of them are.
In your job,
you ever have an instinct, follow a gut feeling?
- All the time. - Yeah.
Me too.
Which is?
Nothing good has come out of you and me.
Do me a favor, look at me when you say the next part.
I need you to stay away from me.
You know, all the way to this door,
I thought you might stop me.
So did I.
I keep the rye just for you.
- So nice to know - that one's vices are remembered.
As well as my phone number.
That girl was not a part of this, Julia.
It has to end.
From where I'm sitting, it never should've started.
But here we are.
I need you to stand down Bianchi.
Put out a fire kindled by Matt Wozniak?
Ooh, that's been a while.
Well, if you can't broker a peace,
then at least give me a war without collateral damage.
I will do what I can, but I don't have a leash on Bianchi.
And Harlee needs her gun back.
And I need to know where all this interest is coming from.
You should understand
that by not telling you,
I'm protecting you.
Matt, this is not an interrogation.
Everything's an interrogation.
That's the world we play in.
It's a world I'm trying to change.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Where are you gonna start?
With yourself?
You know what I'm asking.
How much have you changed, Julia?
I still remember what you like.
I'm not gonna be gentle.
I don't deserve gentle.
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