Shades of Blue

- I always wanted to be a good cop...

But there's no straight line to that.

I always told myself

that the end would justify the means...

But now that I'm at the end,

I can't justify anything.

It happened so slowly, I didn't realize,

and so quickly, I never saw it coming.

They're bisexual, you know.

- Who? - Lilies.

Each flower's both boy and girl, a self-contained aberration.

- Self-contained aberr-- what you're saying,

every neighborhood in the precinct is its own ecosystem?

- No, I'm saying they screw themselves.

Miss Ortiz says she saw some suspicious activity

in and out of a fourth floor apartment.

Okay, what, drug activity?

- 19-year-old OD'd from a hot dose

he picked up from a renegade in this area.

A renegade drug dealer?

- Anyone cliqued up with a local crew

knows that we cleaned out this block.

Right, right.

H.

Wait here.

Hola, princesa.

What a pretty scooter.

Did you pick those streamers yourself?

I need you to do me a favor.

Can you turn around and ride back into your apartment

and shut the door?

Let me see how fast you can go.

Rápido, rápido.

Police!

Loman, no!

Loman, you see anyone else?

How many suspects?

Loman?

Loman!

- You're dead. You're dead. You're dead.

A video game?

- I thought it was-- I mean, he just turned.

I just--

Did he reach for something?

Loman, focus.

Did he make an aggressive gesture?

No, he just...

stood up.

He pulled a gun.

No, no gun.

It was a video game.

- Where there's drugs, there's a gun.

His drink is still fizzy.

I mean, the game must have been paused when we did the--

They'll understand that, right?

I-Internal Affairs?

- We knocked, identified ourselves

as the suspect fired a shot through the door.

- Harlee, I heard shots. They sounded real.

You heard them, too, right?

- I'll protect you, but you got to trust me,

and you have to do exactly as I say.

Take a step to the right.

I kicked it in.

You were first through, squeezed off two rounds...

As the suspect fired a second shot.

He shot twice?

Yes.

Breathe, Loman. Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

The truth is in the paperwork.

- The rookie should go buy himself a lottery ticket.

I mean, what are the odds he would earn a notch

on his second day? Come on.

- Let me tell you, I had this kid the entire shift yesterday.

He didn't strike me as a gunslinger.

- I don't trust rookies or cowboys.

Or Facebook or your husband.

- And I'm right about all four. - Yeah.

- Tell me the son of a bitch won't have any use

for that ambulance.

Coroner's en route.

Rookie took a slug to the vest,

but managed to put the dealer down.

Is Harlee inside?

- Yeah, she's fine, not a scratch.

How we doing?

Are you okay?

Name's Jamarr Malcolm.

He runs with the Northside crew until recently.

They claim he's independent now. - Every corpse is.

- He had some kind of connect, sizable stash, cut and bagged.

- Where's our girl? - In there.

Socks and sandals?

- Yeah, they funky as hell, right?

- When I told you to show the kid the ropes,

I assumed you'd work your way into shootouts.

- Never thought much of training wheels.

- That's because you never needed them.

- There might have been a second man out the bedroom window.

Did you get a look?

- White boy, blue tank, yellow sneakers.

Did he have a bag on him?

Not that I saw.

Stash is in the living room.

- Yeah, well, hopefully that's all there is.

I'll have the boys look into known associates.

You need anything from me?

I always need you, Woz.

Harlee, I'm asking.

Are we good?

- How much do you want to know?

- How much do I need to know?

- We're solid. - All right.

I'll lob a call in to Internal Affairs,

see if they can interview you and Loman

tomorrow at the precinct.

Okay.

- We're on ice tonight at Murphy's, all right?

Why don't you take the rest of the day off,

hold the kid's hand for a little bit?

All right.

A bullet penetrated the door.

Officer Santos kicked it in,

and the suspect made an aggressive gesture after--

- No, shooting the door was the aggressive gesture.

Right.

- We took fire. You were first to enter,

engaging the assailant and shooting him in the chest

as he returned fire, shooting you in the vest.

- Why didn't you tell me about the second bullet?

- Because you would have flinched,

and I'm not that good a shot.

That's my daughter's car.

Write it down.

"Engaged the assailant, shooting him in the chest

as he returned fire."

Cristina.

- I'll catch up with you guys later.

Ma, come on, again? We talked about this.

I got you that car

so you don't have to lug your cello on the subway

in the dark, not to ditch school after lunch.

- Officer, I was getting a Frappuccino.

You cannot keep swooping over like this.

- I just came by to tell you I have an extended shift.

What, are you okay?

Did something happen?

Rough day.

Better now that I get to see my baby.

Okay, Mom, I got to get to class.

Okay.

Look, pick up something to eat, okay?

I shouldn't be too late.

You have a date?

No, a work thing.

- God, it's not that boxer, is it?

I'm not dating anyone.

That all you got?

- You're pretty. That's the problem.

- Hey, how about another date?

- This wasn't a date. - Mm.

Don't be dicks.

- It's your Happy You're Not Dead day!

- Oh, is that why we were clapping?

I thought it was 'cause she finally showed up.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Any chance my gift is the last parka?

Who took my parka? - Oh, here, here you go.

- That wet hair, I'd say you already got your gift.

- Remind me, Sap, is your vow of chastity self-imposed

or one of the rules at your mommy's house?

- All right, hey, hey, all right,

are we gonna circle jerk, or did someone collect?

Let's go. - $1,200 apiece.

Koreans on Fulton still owe.

So does Big Chuckie

and the escort who works out of the foot massage place.

- And the boutique off Bedford is cash strapped,

gave us merchandise to hold us over.

- Look at this, Alice and Olivia, hmm?

- Tess, What size? - Zero.

- You want me to get a shoehorn?

- I'm thinking about for Cristina.

- All right, sold. Bring the rest to Raj.

He's good for 30¢ on the dollar.

Harlee, there's a--

there's a new bookie working out of the food trucks

on Bay Ridge.

Name is Hame, Hime, Ham--

Haim.

Think phlegm.

Haim, whatever.

He checks out. He's good, okay?

You meet him, you collect,

and then you give him the rundown, all right?

Now on to some real police work.

Did the tox screen come back on our shooter's heroin?

- The lab promises bright and early.

We got a few names that could be Harlee's runner