Shades of Blue

- Previously on "shades of blue":

Come on, almost a year now

we've been together.

I wanna be with you, Matt.

There's something you should see.

Donnie's dead.

Loman killed him in self-defense.

- Internal affairs looks after their own.

Same as us.

- She's an escort, she says he calls her Harlee.

Where do you want it?

- Camera in the bedroom, I guess.

Who's in charge, Harlee?

You own me.

What is it you want?

I could use a dirty cop.

What did you agree to do?

Interesting dining utensil.

Smooth plant, sweetheart.

The mafia isn't your target.

- Gold star, detective. - Then who is?

So what's the occasion?

- Have you signed the file on Bianchi?

If you were to drop the charges...

Jules, I can't.

- The U.S. attorney had his DNA on the weapon.

- Then why isn't he doing life upstate?

Hurricane Sandy.

Evidence was lost in the floodage.

- You wore a wire, and you're a rat!

I will never trust you again.

- You're a liar, you're a coward,

and you're a rat!

I will never trust you again.

Ever.

I thought I beat you here.

You want to share a piece of banana cream?

I'm good.

You got here early.

Won't eat.

Took the seat facing the door.

What is this? A cop meeting?

- We're a couple of cops, aren't we?

- Well, it doesn't have to be banana cream.

I'm willing to negotiate.

Just not blueberry.

- I asked you here so you can translate.

I don't speak rat.

- Well, it's nice to see you two have made up.

I'd hate for bad blood to come between good people.

- There's nothing like a common threat

to bring people together.

- I'm sorry to upset your common ground,

but you and I are square, remember?

And if you'll excuse us, my asset and I have a meeting.

You keep his calendar too? Because it's proven hard

to get an audience for the past three weeks.

Isn't that right, lieutenant?

I told you a corrupt politician was gonna come to you

asking to let the mobster walk.

You and your merry band of dirty cops are walking around,

breathing free air because you agreed to deliver

that politician to me.

One bone and rib eye steak,

blueberry pie,

and one child's wily smiley short stack.

- I went ahead and ordered for us.

- She was seen entering your precinct and asking for you

a day after Bianchi's arrest, and yet I can't seem to get

so much as a return phone call from you.

I'll give you a hint because I can tell

you're having trouble with this.

Give me a name.

I'll give you a name.

Harlee Santos. Witness for the prosecution,

appearing in court tomorrow to perjure herself

in a mob case...

Thanks to you. - We all have our skill sets.

- I'm guessing that councilwoman Julia Ayres

will be following this hearing closely.

That's woz-speak for,

"I won't say anything about Julia,

"and I would never would've made this deal

if you hadn't lied to me."

- I did not lie to him; I offered him a way out.

Of a trap that you set.

Julia's one of us.

You knew that he would never agree to take her down.

- Sounds like you'd rather see him in prison.

We have already framed

a high-value mafia target for you.

You're the FBI.

You want to go after our friend Julia?

Do it yourself.

- How do you think we at the FBI do that, Harlee?

Undercover operations, surveillance...

And through informants.

You know what I miss?

Jukeboxes.

Every diner used to have a jukebox.

All the classics for a quarter.

- You can go hump your fist would be my translation.

- You know why diners don't have jukeboxes anymore, detective?

They're irrelevant. -

Nostalgia's nice,

but it's not gonna help you escape the present,

and presently, you are an FBI asset

who's made a commitment.

I just like pushing buttons.

I don't need a translation.

Do the job you agreed to do,

or you and your devoted crew are gonna be strolling down

memory Lane from your 6x8 cement rooms.

Interpret that.

- How long do you think ordering from the kids menu will work?

- Everyone's got a family to protect.

He's fighting for his kid in court right now.

Pay the check.

I have played Stahl's game.

He doesn't bluff.

Neither do I.

- Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

so help you god?

I do.

Detective Santos.

Morning.

Good morning to you, too.

I'll call you an Uber.

Excuse me?

- I got a big direct examination today in court.

Some hard-nosed detective.

- How did you and lieutenant Wozniak

come upon the attack?

- We were talking to a confidential informant

in the neighborhood when we heard

the sounds of a struggle.

Does this scar have a story?

Mm, don't they all?

It was, uh...

Surgery. I was sixteen.

Cheerleading injury?

- Now I wanna call you an Uber.

I was on the field, not on the sidelines.

Running track.

Were you fast?

I am fast.

We ran to help, and we found Mr. Russel.

- What caused you and lieutenant Wozniak

to enter the restaurant before patrolmen arrived?

- We discovered what appeared to be fresh blood

on the back entrance.

We entered concerned that there might be other victims.

Did you find any?

- You are looking at the PSAL Brooklyn borough champion

in the 100 and 400.

Records still stand.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Why'd you hang up the cleats? - Uh.

That.

My knee was sore. I was stubborn,

and I still had the 4x200 relay to run.

Ouch.

You hurt it on the last race?

- That's what I told everybody, but I actually hurt it

during warm-ups.

And you ran anyway?

I was the anchor.

It was my job to bring it home.

- Once inside, you discovered the defendant,

Mr. Bianchi, right?

That's right.

I searched him and I found the weapon on his person.

A leather sap with blood on it.

What about this one?

- Some scars don't have such a happy story.

- No further questions, your honor.

I have a question.

Detective, did you or lieutenant Wozniak

actually see Mr. Bianchi attack the victim?

No, we only saw him enter.

Did the victim himself

give you a description of Mr. Bianchi?

The victim was unconscious.

We didn't have time to wait for a statement.

- Due respect, your honor, the victim's identification

has no bearing on admissibility of evidence.

- I understand the law, counselor.

I also understand that the blood found on the door,