Previously on "Shades of Blue"...
Sap, you're gonna have to cover for me one more time.
Every day I'm alive I owe to you.
Anything you need, you got it.
The only family I got left is in the hospital.
I'm gonna find out who put him there.
Quince. Shot caller on Astoria.
Maybe you ain't notice, but baby girl here's
packing an automatic.
Baby girl ain't gonna light up a room
with the little man watching, now, is she?
I'm writing a piece for the "Post."
Think I can get an interview?
Make all the judgments you want.
It doesn't change the fact that you're a dirty cop.
You okay if I record this? some unusual stories.
Well, there's the two murders your dad covered up.
You really don't know your dad, do you?
Hi, Mr. Clark. This is Cristina Santos.
I was thinking maybe I could help you with information
to track down my dad.
If you hear from Miguel, could you let me know?
When's the last time you heard from Miguel?
Hasn't bothered me in weeks.
I guess God didn't grant me enough serenity.
Don't worry about it, man. I brought some more.
Tell me what 57-4-F has to do with Detective Saperstein.
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This is Detective Santos of the six-four.
I have shots fired. I repeat, heavy fire.
Requesting immediate backup and paramedics.
Stay with me. Stay with me. We're going for help.
Officer down.
I repeat: officer down.
Got one of those for me?
You know, a shower wouldn't hurt.
Wash that FBI stench off.
- Make a good impression. - What's this?
Transfer you asked for, unless you don't want it.
School Safety Division? Come on.
Figured you be safer with the middle school.
Are you guys gonna tell me how it is they let me go?
- We took their milk money. - Cute.
Wonder if the FBI is gonna send my pardon in the mail.
Ceasefire anyway.
Seriously? Think Stahl's backing down?
- What'd you tell your mom? - Oh, that the ferry was late.
She can't know that I'm looking for my dad.
I mean, not that she'd really notice anyway.
She's been pretty busy lately.
So she usually works with the same detectives?
Yeah, yeah.
My own private collection of crazy aunts and uncles.
You must have pretty close with David Saperstein then, huh?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, that was horrible.
My mom doesn't think I know how much it's affected her,
but it's never really been the same.
So, um, is this why you called me?
No, well, actually, I think may have found a lead here.
It's a piece of paper that... some numbers scribbled on it.
I found it in your father's belongings.
I'm not sure what it could be. I mean, it could be anything.
Combination to a safe, an address...
name is pretty clear.
Might be a clue on how to reach him.
Yeah, I don't know.
I mean, you could ask my grandmother if you want.
Well, I was hoping maybe you could help me with that.
Perhaps you could talk to Mrs. Saperstein.
Uh...
I'm sure she'd love to hear from you.
She didn't really know my dad. Neither did Sap.
I mean, he died before Miguel got out...
Yeah, but she might know what these numbers mean.
I don't... I don't think I want to bother her with that.
I mean, if my dad wants to get in touch with me,
he knows how.
Where are you going? I can give you a ride.
No, I'm just gonna take a cab.
If you don't mind me saying so, Detective,
you are looking particularly ill at ease this morning.
Loman, woman says you know her as Baby Girl...
is waiting for you at your desk.
You pay him to say that and make you look cool?
I always look cool.
Sit down and question me or people gon' stare, man.
Are you in trouble?
Not me. My boy.
The one in the doorway yesterday?
That's Adrian.
He's gone. I've looked everywhere.
Dropped him off at school. Something wasn't right.
I could tell he was nervous, but he wouldn't talk to me.
He never made it to class. My boy is in danger.
I agree.
His mother slings an assault rifle for a drug lord.
I do what I gotta do to survive.
But I keep Quince away from my boy.
If he know I was here,
he would kill us both.
Is this hat in hand or we going for round two?
Neither. Neighborhood kid went missing.
I didn't get a call.
His mother came to me off the books.
She's part of Quince's crew.
Kid may have been taken by one of his rivals.
I don't know this Quince. This could be a setup.
Kid's nine years old.
All right, start at his last known whereabouts
and loop in the crew.
Including Tufo.
Tufo turned in his badge.
I'm aware.
Christina, I've got a deal for you.
In exchange for this glorious brunch coming your way,
you get to move the car to the other side of the street.
I gotta get to school, Mom.
Besides, you're a cop.
You don't have to move the car on ticket days.
But I should be setting an example, not abusing my power.
Hey, eggs go on the toast.
Which should be ready by the time you find parking.
I'm gonna be 25 by the time I find parking.
Guess I'll be eating your toast then.
Hey, how much would this ticket be anyway?
- $65. - So if I move the car,
I get, like, half of that?
I come back from work to cook for my daughter
and this is what I get? Negotiations?
Willing to settle out of court.
Pay for that, tough guy?
That's called profiling, Loman.
I didn't take you for that kind of cop.
Suspect has multiple priors.
So let him finish his muffin in peace.
I would, but we got a problem.
So it's you who's been blowing up my phone
like you want a second date, huh?
Remember the girl from Quince's place?
- The one with the kid? - Yeah.
The sister that pointed an AK at me,
forced me to push up laundry day.
That's the one.
Listen, she came to me asking for help.
Seriously, Mom, what's with the detour?
I can't miss French. I'll get detention.
- I had a dream last night. - Yeah, me too.
It was that I didn't get detention.
Mine was about your dad.
What was it?
A memory. We came here once.
- The three of us? - Looking at the horses.
Then the ride started.
Your horse circled out of view and you thought it ran away.
Oh, God. Tantrum?
Immediately.
Then your father did something I'll never forget.
He took off running, ran after your horse.
By the time it circled back around,
he was holding the reigns.
He caught it for me?
You know, in that moment,
it all seemed possible.
The life I wanted for you, for us.
You made a pretty great life for us, Mom.
You know, even with everything that he's put me through,
sometimes I wish I could
just say thank you.
For that, and for this beautiful girl.
Maybe one day you'll be able to.
No. He's gone.
And it's for the best.
And I wouldn't even know where to look.
I might.
You might what?
Know where to find out where Dad is.
Or get a message to him, at least.
Oh, has he contacted you?
No.
But I know someone who could help.
Who's that?
You're gonna be mad.
Try me.
Caddie, I'm gonna keep calling you until you pick up.
Listen to me.
If a man you don't know,
5'11", blond, lean,
approaches you about anything,
he's posing as a private investigator.
Stay away from him. Just get away from him.
He is dangerous and not who he says he is.
Hey.
It's gonna be a long stakeout.
Your dad's working a case.
The song of my youth.
He didn't have a cell phone back then.
This one's a face to face.
Well, shouldn't you be
spell-checking that article by now?
Still deciding on an angle.
Got more than I bargained for.
Hey.
Is it something I can help with?
You guys have a problem.
Hey, this school has an antique security camera
pointed towards the wall.
Did you find anything useful?
Teacher says he's a smart kid.
- So the answer's no. - No.
Hey, uh...
did you speak to your son today?
The hell does that have to do with anything?
- Will do. - All right, thank you.
Hey, how'd it go?
Did you remember how to secure a witness statement?
No, but I got some great school gossip.
Adrian told one of his friends he had to go to the Y.
Gave him his homework to hand in.
Caddie!
Caddie, you in there?
Tess, how we doing?
He's losing consciousness.
Just hold on, okay?
We're close. We're so close.
10-13, 10-13, en route to Mercy Hospital.
I have a GSW to the chest and the abdomen.
Losing lots of blood. Have a trauma unit on standby.
Harlee?
Whoa.
Overdose.
Accidental?
That would be the happy story.
What's the likely one?
My best friend got killed because of me.
He was an addict. He knew the end was gonna come.
Not if he was forced to do it.
I lied to my baby girl today.
More than lied. I...
I played her. I had to.
All right, then you had to.
But I know the way out.
What is it?
The truth.
I know you, Harlee. Just tell me.
I didn't pay Miguel to leave town.
I mean, I did.
But he showed up that night...
you know, the night that you were picked up.
He broke into the house and...
Harlee, whatever happened, it just...
Don't say it's okay.
Because it... it is not.
And I don't want it to be.
I killed him.
He threatened me, he threatened Christina,
and I snapped his neck.
You did what you had to do. Good!
It's too much death.
Nobody near me is safe.
Except the ones you keep safe.
Stahl knows.
He's been talking to Christina,
posing as some private investigator.
Using her to get to me.
Texting her like he's Miguel.
It doesn't mean that he knows. He's just desperate.
Look, Harlee, I've been watching you.
I've been looking for lies.
But even I had no idea.
There's more.
Caddie helped me bury Miguel.
He could have led Stahl straight to his body.
We'll fix this.
He won't stop.
We go to his boss.
Without his shield, he has no power.
He will never stop, Woz. Never.
He is going to keep coming after me.
Until I stop him.
Harlee, no!
Harlee!
I won't let him think he got away with this.
Harlee, if you kill him, the world will come
crashing down on all of us, just like you told me
when I had my hands wrapped around his throat.
Yeah, I should've let you do it.
- No, you shouldn't, though. - He went after my girl.
And he destroyed my marriage.
But killing him isn't gonna help us.
Right now, all I care about
is that I am the last thing that he ever sees.
And you will be. But not right now.
Promise me you're not gonna go there.
- He deserves it. - Harlee, you don't.
Promise me, Harlee.
I need to hear you say it.
Well, done, guys. Let's go.
- Loman. - Yeah?
- Where we at? - Nothing yet.
Wozniak got a call from Harlee, took off, gave no specifics.
- Tufo? - Searching upstairs, no?
Good.
You want to confess to something, arrest a priest.
But don't ever talk to a reporter.
Especially not Woz's son.
I didn't make anything up.
Oh, is that what you're gonna tell Woz when he finds out?
Because I doubt he's gonna be moved by your integrity.
Yeah, well, as long as it's still there.
You are missing the point.
What you want is to do good.
You want the bad guys to go to jail.
You want the world to feel right again.
Bad guys should go to jail.
Then your world is never gonna feel right again.
You wanna know why, Loman?
Because I killed an unarmed man.
Wrong. Try again.
Because I got away with it.
Yo, you two ladies shooting hoops
- or do you wanna find this kid? - No, us ladies, we multitask.
One of the instructors recognized Adrian
from their chess club.
Yeah, his teacher said he's a smart kid.
Too smart, apparently.
He graduated to the big games at McKinley Park.
- You think he would go there? - Hey, it's worth a shot.
We good, Loman?
Hey, how'd you beat us here?
12:00. Next Bobby Fisher.
I got two boys. I can handle it.
He's playing chess, not checkers.
I got him.
Why don't you guys get his mother?
Is it okay if I sit here?
I got a rock in my shoe.
Oh, it's killing me.
I'm pretty good at this game.
I'm actually scary, scary good at it.
You wouldn't wanna play somebody like me.
All right. Let's see.
Let's see how good you are.
Do you want me to spot you a castle?
- No, thanks. - No?
You want me to take it easy on you?
- No. - No?
Are you gonna take it easy on me?
No.
Then we got a fair fight going, huh?
I prefer checkers then chess.
Oh! That's right.
I don't like the horses anyway.
Your move.
Is your name Adrian?
It is.
My name's Matt. It's nice to meet you.
You weren't supposed to look in this bag here, were you?
But you did, didn't you?
Yeah?
It's your move.
Hey!
Where's my other horse?
Right here.
Adrian! Adrian!
Oh! Oh, my God, my baby!
That was quick game, Woz.
You wanna pretend that you let him win?
- Only if you back me up. - What'd I miss?
Woz lost to a nine-year-old.
Who had a bag full of Fentanyl.
- Now we know who's pushing it. - Quince?
He used the kid to transport the product.
What kind of a scumbag uses a nine-year-old as a drug mule?
One who deserves what he's gonna get.
If we arrest Quince, my brother goes down too.
- He'd be in jail before sunset. - I'll think of something.
- I can't lose him again. - What'd I just say?
Anyone ever messed with my kid like that,
I would drop 'em without even blinking.
_
So how's your day?
Improving.
Going through the boss's desk.
You know, he'd want me to have you arrested.
Then he'd have to bail me out, which would mean showing up.
- You must be the wayward son. - You must be Nancy Drew.
Oh, is that what they're calling me?
Gotta protect my sources.
You know, if I recall,
Nancy Drew had a very high conviction rate.
Hey.
I've, uh...
Got 15 minutes now if you want do do that interview.
All right, yeah, if it's gotta be now.
You don't look enthused.
Detective Loman here is a genuine hero.
Adds a dash of respectability to the unit.
Could we have the room, please?
Of course, he does have issues
with our brand of justice on occasion.
Isn't that right, Detective Loman?
I'd say you should schedule your own interview.
I'm a much better listener.
Oh, by the way, that picture... in the second drawer.
He'll notice.
Been calling you all day.
Yeah, sorry I never got back to you.
I was doing some research.
I'm gonna need that tape.
Brace yourself for disappointment.
I shouldn't have said those things.
- I know. - None of that can be printed.
No, that tape has all of my interviews.
I'm not giving it to you.
Then be liberal with the erase button.
You know, you and my dad seem to have quite the history.
It's complicated.
Yeah, it didn't seem complicated yesterday.
You were pretty clear.
Your dad can be a piece of work; you know that.
But some days he can surprise you.
How?
How did he surprise you today?
Quince went in five minutes ago.
How'd you get him here?
I told him Adrian came home on his own.
He can't know I went to you.
He thinks I found Adrian by myself.
But he wanted to meet to pick up the bag,
so I suggested pancakes.
Did you know?
- What, about the drugs? - Mm-hmm.
No.
Adrian ever run a shipment before?
- Not that I know of. - You're his mother.
Did you even know he played chess?
You know, that was me.
Surrounded by the game, close to getting lost in it,
but I had someone looking out for me.
Saved my life. Hey.
Either get involved or get un-involved.
No sense to anything in between.
Yo. She know the game plan?
Yeah. Corner booth, he came alone.
Wake up, woobie. Come on.
This wasn't in here before.
Yo, if we arrest Quince for what he did,
you'd have to testify, both of you.
You want him to stay inside.
A weapons charge ensures that.
All right?
Next time I tell you to do something, you do it.
He's heading out back.
I got eyes on it.
Gotcha.
I'm sure you know how this works.
That bitch set me up, didn't she?
One thing running drugs. It's a whole other thing
when you make a little kid do it.
Come near my daughter again,
and nobody will ever find you.
If she wasn't here, I would've already killed you.
This is disappointing, Robert.
And unfortunately, not entirely surprising.
I'm working an angle.
On whom? A high school girl?
Your assignment is Ayres.
I needed to find a way in.
Even if it's an unconventional one.
I think you'll find this to be
more illegal than unconventional.
The only measure is success.
Not for the Bureau.
You're gonna wanna wear your best suit tomorrow
for your disciplinary hearing.
I'm gonna need your phone, Stahl.
All of your assignments are hereby suspended
until further notice.
I'd go, before I tell Harlee she can hit you again.
I don't ask for permission.
You'll ask for mercy.
Mrs. Saperstein?
Special Agent Robert Stahl. I'm with the FBI.
- Do you have a moment? - Not for you.
Mrs. Saperstein, I was trying to help your son that day.
He didn't understand that,
and now I am investigating his death.
And if that sounds unfair, it's because it is.
But I'm not gonna let him down again.
Never made sense, how that day went.
That was not my David.
It was not our intention to scare him.
But we suspect there were unusual circumstances
surrounding your son's death.
I'm really hoping you can help me clear some of that up.
He was very reserved about his work.
Did he have a safe or a safety deposit box, maybe?
Are you kidding?
David didn't save money.
He was always buying me things I didn't need,
fixing things around the house that still worked.
Do the numbers 57-4-F mean anything to you?
That has nothing to do with my son's death.
Well, you know, just...
we can't rule anything out.
You can rule this out.
It's the plot where he's buried.
What is this, an intervention?
Oh, we gave up on you a long time ago, Tufo.
Did you get summoned too?
Just so you'd have a date.
Mm!
Oh, my God. What madman invented this pickle juice thing?
I don't know, but it works.
If this is a surprise party, you got me.
Oh, for you, it's all surprise, no party.
Woz is waiting for you in the living room.
Come on, Loman. Let's go bro you up.
Nah, I have plans for these brain cells.
Come on, Loman. I'll hold your hair back.
Let's go. You're blocking me in.
Settle down, cranky.
Gotta hear the score before I hit the tunnel.
- Your score can wait. - So can you. Two seconds.
Swings and a miss! Oh, man!
Move your car.
You let a little kid steal your knight?
Before I even knew what was happening.
- Kid showed no mercy. - None, none whatsoever.
I was toast. Yeah.
So this is where you tell me it's not my fault
when Quince names my brother in his statement?
No.
This is where I tell you that I took care of it.
What's this?
It's an agreement for Wallace to act
as my confidential informant.
Effective as of his release.
Anything that he's done, he did because I told him to.
All inadmissible. Quince can't touch him.
Thank you, Woz.
Hey, next time you're parked outside for a bust,
turn off your engine.
If Quince was on his game, he would've made you.
Yes, sir.
Least, that's how a cop would've done it.
I got all the stuff in the trunk.
I tarped the inside as best I could.
Yeah, let's go outside. I wanna talk to you about that.
Hey, Nate!
What are you doing ringing the bell for?
I didn't realize you'd have company.
Oh, we have the interview today.
Come on in, come on in. Can we just talk outside?
No, no, no, come on. Come on, we'll do it now.
Sit down. I'll get you a drink.
Boy, it's been a while since you've been here with everybody.
Where's Mom?
She's out to dinner with her friends,
avoiding the riffraff.
Here. Cheers.
Have a seat.
I know this is your area of expertise,
but isn't it, like, you ask me a question and...
Are you gay?
The hell kind of icebreaker is that?
Mom told me there was someone else.
And I saw the photo of you and Donnie on the boat.
So that's where your head goes?
I spent my whole life trying to figure out
what the hell I was doing wrong,
why Annie was your perfect angel,
even though she was a drug addict.
She was ill. She had problems.
Yeah, she had a thousand problems, Dad.
She lied to you, she stole from you, she broke your heart.
I was the one who tried.
I could've been a closer for the Yankees
and it wouldn't matter.
- No, it would've. - No, it wouldn't.
Because every time you look at me,
you see something you hate about yourself.
You're my son. And I love you.
- Yeah, then tell me the truth. - You're my son.
And I love you.
But if you ever bring this up again,
it'll be the last conversation you and I ever have.
Yeah, is that a punishment or a reward?
- Get down! - Woz, Woz, get down!
Get down!
Woz, get down!
Woz, what are you doing?
No, no!
Woz!
No!
Harlee, stay there!
- Woz! - No!
Get down!
We gotta get him to the hospital.
- I'll call it in. - No, now! Give me your gun!
Woz, no, you can't!
Just get him there! Do you understand?
Yeah?
Keep your head down. Okay, go.
Ahh!
Tufo!
Give me the 12 gauge from the pantry!
Harlee, get down!
This is Detective Santos of the six-four.
I have shots fired. heavy fire.
Requesting immediate backup and paramedics.
Officer down.
officer down.
Give me that, Tufo!
Are they to the car yet?
Almost.
They're in. They're in!
Lieutenant, what are you doing?
Making sure they're getting out.
Sir, don't do it!
- Christina. - Where is she?
She's in with the doctor. Nothing serious.
She just has some cuts on her back from broken glass.
I'm sorry. Come on.
Come sit down.
Where's Woz?
Nurse says your boy's a fighter.
It's gonna be a few hours til we know the extent of the damage,
but he's stable.
Why don't you go sit with the crew?
Okay.
Hey, Loman.
Thanks for that cover.
Only supposed to work for a few seconds.
Woz, what you did...
We only made it out because of you.
Mm.
Then I did my job.
We're gonna get the people who did this.
All right?
Yes, I will.
Sweetie, what are you doing in here?
My mom almost didn't make it home today.
Figured I owed a prayer or two.
Your mom will always make it home.
That's a promise.
Why don't we go to church anymore?
I still remember all the songs.
I bet.
Loudest voice in the congregation at three years old.
You're deflecting.
Oh, baby, I see a lot of pain, a lot of tragedy.
I just...
got hard to hear that
it was all part of a big plan.
So what do you believe in?
I believe in you.
Do you trust me?
Of course. You doubt that?
No.
I saw you at the school today.
I was...
just had to drop off some paperwork.
For the loan.
Did you get in touch with William Clark?
I meant to, okay? I will.
Just... the days get long and...
This was a tough one.
Yeah.
I'm really glad it's over.
Me too.
It's okay.
We're okay.
No!
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