Shades of Blue

Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

Lower the weapon, Detective Santos.

It's you who's under arrest.

Wozniak's convinced that Saperstein's the mole.

She's an escort

- What's your name? - Harlee.

Robert, your badge.

Stahl's unstable.

He's become obsessed with me,

and none of us feel safe.

Your secrets have poisoned you.

But soon I'm gonna heal you.

This is between us and Quince.

You weren't supposed to look in this bag here, were you?

It's one thing running drugs; it's a whole other thing

when you make a little kid do it!

My future is here with you.

'Cause I love you. I'm not going anywhere.

If you thought I was gonna let you go that easily...

What did you do to me?

Your clothes got a little dirty when I moved you.

Damn it!

Why would you do this to yourself?

Help me.

Lieutenant!

Quince took my mom.

Somebody!

The witness will state her name, rank,

and precinct for the record.

Harlee Grace Santos,

detective first grade, Brooklyn,

the six four.

You're assigned to Lieutenant Matt Wozniak's

so-called anti-crime unit.

My duty and my home for the past ten years.

Except for a recent leave of absence,

after which you underwent psychological evaluation,

is that right?

Yes.

And do you concur with the assessment that cleared you

for duty so soon after a traumatizing abduction?

I was shaky at first, but...

I'm recovered now.

I think it's important to establish for the record

that the events to which you're about to testify

took place after you survived the ordeal in the woods

and with your abductor still at large.

Are you asking if I'm a reliable witness?

If... if I'm crazy?

Some of your actions after the incident

could be perceived that way:

rash, impulsive.

I'm not gonna pretend that former Agent Stahl

didn't have an effect on me...

more than I even knew or was willing to admit to myself,

But not in the way that you're suggesting.

In what way then?

In the path that I've chosen;

the decisions I've made;

in the cop that I'm trying to be.

So much so that now you're willing to

identify criminal corruption within the NYPD?

I am.

And how would you characterize the corruption?

Obstruction,

racketeering...

and murder.

Involving active duty police officers?

Correct.

Including yourself?

In a manner of speaking.

Well, that begs the question

and really defines this whole hearing.

Detective Santos, do you consider yourself

more of a police officer or a criminal?

Honestly?

Depends on the day.

Order, please.

Then pick a day, Detective.

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Last call is over, beautiful.

I wasn't looking for a drink.

Bang!

Always secure your vehicle, Loman.

A simple rap on the window would have sufficed.

I saw an opportunity for a teaching moment.

Yeah, you're six hours too early for that.

We ordered a "Welcome Back" cake.

Oh, yeah?

What's the play here?

Ah, just a flyer.

Bartender started peddling fentanyl about a week ago.

We thought we'd obtain a sample

to compare to Quince's old stash.

Wait, how did you know we were here?

Make it a pie.

- What? - A "Welcome Back" pie.

I'm not a frosting guy.

Pies don't have enough slices.

You think I'm gonna share?

You're out late.

I didn't realize it was a full moon tonight.

That bartender must have ice in his veins.

Uh-uh. His hormones are functional.

Just can't get him to sell me any fentanyl.

He's probably thinking cop.

Well, let's confirm it for him.

You plant it, Loman, cuff him, and I'll watch.

Or we all go home and get a warrant in the morning.

And let Quince slip through our fingers again?

I could call your wife and get her opinion.

She'd say if there's an opportunity

to get the man who almost had me killed

and he's in the city still selling his poison

that it's worth applying some pressure.

We haven't stirred up enough dirt

that's ended up in our faces?

What, that bullet in your gut not painful enough?

It's a dime bag on a drug dealer.

We're not robbing a bank.

- Was that... - Yeah.

One block, maybe two.

Let's go be good police.

Dispatch, tango 9303 responding to shots fired

around the 800 block of Sunrise Avenue.

Roger that, 303, do you have visual on a suspect?

Right there, shattered glass straight ahead.

Negative. Roll back units to 815 Sunrise.

Officers on site.

Loman, take the wheel and do a perimeter check.

Who's on point?

I remember how to kick in a door.

Sure you wouldn't rather be shaking down the dealer?

Dinner's still warm.

Uh, do you think minimum wage

put up a fight for the register?

Not against a gun.

NYPD!

Harlee, you clear?

Yeah, just making sure

no one stayed behind to do the dishes.

Drop the weapon! Hands in the air!

You my backup?

Do it now. On the ground.

You lead with "police," genius.

Good way to get yourself shot.

Police! Freeze!

Harlee, you still there?

Let me see your badge.

Drop it. Police.

Stand down.

Stand down.

He's with me.

I lost a runner.

All right, well, go out back and try to find Harlee.

Put your gun down.

We're all on the same team.

Put your gun down.

Five victims.

It's a staged robbery.

Damn it, Parker.

You knew him?

He's my partner.

NYPD intelligence unit.

Turn around!

Hands where I can see 'em.

You're not gonna shoot me, are...

- Oh, my god. - Harlee!

Harlee!

Harlee!

Harlee, are you hurt?

Are you hurt? Look at me.

Look at me.

Is any of this blood yours?

No.

He's dead.

Oh, my god.

Did you see anyone else?

He turned, and I recognized him.

- I saw... - His gun.

You saw his gun.

He ran away from the crime scene.

No, Loman. No more.

You were on foot pursuit.

You cornered the suspect; he turned.

- No, Loman. - He aimed his gun at you.

- And fired his weapon. - Loman!

Harlee.

911, what is your emergency?

Uh, a woman, she's, uh... she's bleeding.

She... she cut her wrist wide open.

Can you tell me where you are?

872 Deerfield Road.

Hurry up. She's losing a lot of blood.

Do you have a clean cloth or towel

you can use to apply pressure on the wound?

She is unconscious, and she needs help right now.

I need you to stay with her.

Can you feel her pulse?

There's no time.