Shades of Blue

- Previously on "shades of blue"...

- I told you a corrupt politician

was gonna come to you asking you to let the mobster walk.

You and your dirty cops were walking around

breathing free air because you agreed

to deliver that politician.

- You paid him to go away? - Yeah.

I'm gonna give you the money I promised you

and you're gonna disappear.

- her daughter died from a drug overdose

right after we had a fight.

Was donnie the first one?

- Tom verco, internal affairs. Keep up the good work.

Every member of his team has a role.

I think you're the fall guy.

- You can play all the mind games you want.

Doesn't change the fact that I'm a good cop.

- Are you a clean one? Drug test.

If you tap long enough, you will always find a weak spot.

How else do you think I found your freezer?

- Do I know you? - Your dad hired his law firm

to force your mom to let you see us.

- Terrence linklater, the ghost who masterminded

the armored car heist.

- we stick to the assignment. Julia ayres.

She got my partner killed.

I suggest you get rid of the body.

how did we end up here, woz?

- Practice. And your friend stahl.

You should have let me do the world a favor

and dispose of that psychopath

when I had my hands wrapped around his neck.

Yeah, life in leavenworth

for killing a federal agent is not a way out.

- I don't know, an eight-by-ten is sounding

very appealing right now.

- Or we could talk to julia. - No.

- Find out if there's any truth to what stahl told us.

- I said no. - Finally get ahead

of this thing or at least talk to him

so we can understand what we're dealing with.

There's nothing to understand.

- And you're willing to bet your freedom on that?

Everything you've worked for?

Everyone who works for you?

- what are you doing up so early?

- two teenage girls. Opiate overdose.

One doa, the other in full arrest.

- How old? - I don't know, 16 maybe?

The paramedics have the scene.

Anyone notify the families?

- No, we're still working on ids.

Tufo and espada responded to a 5:00 a.M. Noise complaint

from our guys at the bakery.

They knocked on the apartment door,

the kids flew out like roaches.

- And no one bothered to call an ambulance?

- We wouldn't have even noticed the victims

had we not done a sweep.

- Woz, we got all hands on deck, you don't need to...

canvass the area.

- It would be admitting weakness.

It's more of a compulsion.

As if reliving his daughter's suicide,

he could save her this time.

- Well, you go home, change. Go hug your own.

We got him.

Go.

- buckets of stupid for a Tuesday.

It's hard when they're so young. No drivers' license.

Looks like pharma was their poison.

It's labeled oxy.

Loman's over there sweating the rave host.

Get a confession?

- Names of kids at the party. I'll check social media.

Underage drinking, drug abuse.

Your roof. Your responsibility.

- I told him, I just invited a couple of friends over

to kick off ditch day. - Ditch day?

- A tradition. Kids at my school do it this week every year.

We post a few pics and the party blew up.

Things got out of hand.

I didn't know half the people.

Those girls brought whatever they took.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

- Thought you had a late bell today.

Added rehearsal.

When did it become a crime to get to school early?

- I just wanted to be here before you woke up.

- I can make my own breakfast, mom.

Cereal al dente.

Roll out was that bad last night?

Sorry.

Sometimes it's just hard to keep work outside the door.

- You don't have to. I get it.

- Cop jargon, keen observational skills.

Be careful. Uncle woz might put you on a stakeout.

Mom, what is that? - What?

- You have blood on your neck. Did you get hurt?

No.

No, somebody else did.

Way before we got there.

You know what?

I'm gonna stay home until second bell.

I'll take the demerit. - No, no demerit.

Just go to rehearsal. - I can skip.

I totally know my part.

- Well, I'm still learning mine, so...

I think you got it covered.

- I'm just gonna take a shower and rush back.

I love you, all right?

Just go make beautiful music.

The city really needs it today.

Morning, detective.

- How many more bodies can your conscience carry?

Because I've hit max.

- Don't mistake me for a priest, harlee.

And you're a free woman now.

Just don't get into any trouble.

- What? Like summarily executing a suspect?

We at the bureau are precluded

from discussing ongoing investigations.

- Oh, now you're going to read me the manual after last night?

- What happened last night? Did you have a nightmare?

- Yeah. I was caught in a twisted vengeance quest.

- I had to make sure wozniak got the message

and started to take me seriously.

- So this isn't about your dead partner?

Is there even a dead partner?

- Found in a car. Shot in the head,

and the heart, with his tongue cut out.

Because of julia ayres.

You look a little worn out, harlee.

Why don't you come on up? I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about your precinct.

- Add drug trafficking to death and taxes.

The choices are willful ignorance or regulation.

- Wait, I don't get it. So you let certain dealers operate?

- We control who, what, and where.

But when a 16-year-old girl doesn't make it to 17,

somebody's not following the rules.

I want you to smack this guy square in the face

when I give you the signal. - Huh?

- Lieutenant wozniak. I was starting to think

you took early retirement. - You're gonna wish I had.

- Who's this guy? - A disgruntled customer.

- Yo, I can't leave with a half moon in my head.

- Get a hat. - Get out!

- I have a phone, you know. I could give you my digits.

- Did you forget our arrangement?

No slinging near schools. And absolutely no minors.

- That rock you were under must have bumped your head.

Fentanyl sold as oxycontin.

One girl's in the morgue, the other's in icu.

- It ain't mine and it ain't new.

Been floating around two weeks now.

Loman?

- Yeah. - Yo, I respect your rules.

But while you were sleeping, these guys showed up,

the import the fentanyl from china,

recut it, and sell it at 300% profit.

They never got your playbook.

Well, where do I send it?

Do I look like your ci?

You want to control flow, you gotta stick around.

We've had out hands full.

The other brother you had was scarier.

- Loman, give devonte a new look.

Something scarier.

- Relax, kid. I'm just messing.

And it ain't my problem if some hopped up gumby

pushes into your safe zone.

- It takes a village. Hey, come here.

Now, speak. Talk!

- Word is they work a route at the bodega near 14th street.

This is a gentle reminder.

My problems are your problems.

- Before I developed a taste for corrupt cops,

I managed operatives for more traditional criminal syndicates.

Those who can't dance, handle.

- Well, I didn't exactly fit the profile

for this particular line of undercover work, harlee.

Take a seat. - I won't be staying.

Okay.

My partner got cold feet

for months into penetrating bianchi's mob syndicate.

Constant pressure, paranoia, you know.

- It was your job to talk him down?

- I got his head back in the game.

And then I briefed a brooklyn community crime initiative board

and there was this certain councilwoman,

an ex-cop, real law and order type,

kept probing me on my inside guy.

And two weeks later, his widow got a flag.

And I got a transfer.

- You gave up an undercover's identity?

Not his name, no.

All she needed was confirmation

that we had infiltrated bianchi's organization.