Shades of Blue

- Previously on "shades of blue"...

- The internal affairs guy's back, taking up residence.

Verco found the freezer

I think he's squeezing one of the crew.

- You can play all the mind games you want.

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

- Well, ask what you want about Donnie pomp,

and let's get this over with.

The DEA money that was stolen

in the armored truck heist

just showed up at the scene of a bust.

- Apparently Donnie pomp is out there

spending our hard-earned, stolen cash.

Lying to the FBI is a felony.

- You told Espada that Donnie's the one

who put it back into circulation.

You and I both know that's impossible.

- I was your mom's training officer.

My name's caddie.

- Do you want to leave a message for her?

Delivery, actually.

- You've changed the game, Harlee.

Nothing is off-limits now.

- You don't have to stay for this.

- A young woman took a single GSW to the head.

- The victim was engaged to James Nava.

- When was the last time you saw her?

- Last night. She came to my apartment.

- I need you to stay away from me.

- Caroline was killed with my gun.

- When I find the guy that did this to you,

I'm not gonna call the cops.

- Now, that clip of yours holds what?

Nine, minus the one.

That leaves a lot more bullets.

What is obsession?

I mean, what is obsession?

Infatuation?

Lust?

Delusion?

Something we must consume?

Something, someone that consumes us?

To me, obsession is

an occupation.

It's a relentless occupation of my mind.

And sometimes I welcome that occupation.

Other times that occupation takes my mind by force.

You ever see those stories, those news stories?

People... they ignore storm warnings.

And they just walk to the beach,

like, almost expecting, hoping

a tidal wave is gonna hit?

I used to wonder, what is wrong with them?

Listen to the warning.

Walk away. Be smart.

I get why people are drawn to the shore.

I get why.

They can't turn away from the wall of water

that's headed right for them...

Because the wave is beautiful.

It's intoxicating.

It's seductive.

It's the living embodiment of danger.

Ten minutes.

He'll show.

- Nothing good happens in the woods after midnight.

- Julia set the meet. We're solid.

- Was that Linda's car I saw in the driveway?

Don't uncork the champagne.

She needs a fan belt fixed.

- Have you asked her to come home?

She said all of ten words,

four of them being, "fix my fan belt."

You know, she's not the one

who needs to do the talking.

You got to believe that there's a path back.

It runs through...

Rough terrain.

And here we go.

Did Julia negotiate a procedure here?

Procedure is get your gun.

And that moment on the shore

is a chance to flirt with fate...

See if you can stand your ground,

dare danger to come after you,

look it in the face and say,

"I can control you.

"I can best you.

And I can make you bend to my will."

Good evening, detectives.

- Put the gun back where you found it by morning.

- Oh, he gets right to it, doesn't he?

- He isn't the in habit of returning seized contraband.

- I'm not in the habit of negotiating with dirty cops

unless it's to procure services.

Two weeks grace period.

We allow you to operate your money-laundering scheme

out of the pool hall in our backyard

until you find a new location.

- And then I suggest we give each other a wide berth.

- I believe you invaded my space first.

And you got payback.

The game's a draw.

No.

I still have that important piece of yours in play.

- We'll absolve you from the hit that you did on that girl.

Well, then...

I think we're close to an agreement.

I just need that small piece of information...

The anonymous tip that brought you to my door.

Look, we didn't know

you were friends with the councilwoman.

Now we understand.

I'm glad we're all friends.

So then tell me, friends,

who put you up to framing me?

End this now.

Or I promise you and your men

are gonna drown in bullets and blue.

I get a name, or the bodies keep dropping.

I fail.

Every time I tell myself that I don't need the rush,

that I can control...

That I can fight temptation,

that I can control my desire,

I, uh...

I-I-i fail.

I can't stop my feet moving toward the shore.

Anyway...

Thanks for letting me share.

Thank you, Sam.

The first time's always the hardest.

- It's a nice way to start the day.

What can I help you with?

You ever seen these two guys?

- If I report my gun stolen, worst-case scenario,

I get fired.

- Worst-case scenario is another body drops,

and your report looks like a half-baked alibi.

You should get some sleep.

We'd all be sleeping easier

if we just gave Bianchi the name he's looking for.

Woz, we can't.

We even whisper stahl's name to Bianchi,

the feds' investigation goes belly up,

and you and the crew get rounded up.

Ah, that's a tomorrow problem.

Today we got to focus on taking Bianchi's leverage away.

- I doubt he's playing hot potato with my gun.

He probably has a designated shooter on standby.

Then back to the morgue...

Whoever killed Caroline has your gun.

And the best way to find a murder weapon...

Both: Solve the murder.

- Funny how they always have that same expression.

- "Thank you for putting me out of my misery"?

"I've got a secret."

It's usually who killed them.

Yeah, it feels like yesterday

I was asked to keep that secret on ice.

Turns out we're on a clock.

We got to find Bianchi's triggerman

before he kills again.

- You two ever gonna tell me what you did

to piss off this overstuffed cannoli?

- Someday. Not today.

- Since I don't deal in tarot cards,

there's not much I can tell you.

We just need a place to start.

Usual suspects are no help...

No ballistics match, no fingerprints,

no trace evidence.

So you got nothing?

Not much isn't nothing.

There's semen present in the body.

No signs of sexual assault, probably consensual.

- Was there a match in the system?

So far, no.

Based on specimen life span, the departed Ms. Winston

had intercourse within eight hours of her death.

If you'll excuse me, I have three more autopsies.

- So this boyfriend of yours was either screwing his ex,

or someone else saw her before the hit man got to her.

Go talk to Nava.

It's got to be you.

Ask him if he was with her.

- Look, even if it's a yes, we all know he didn't kill her.

- But you'll know if he's lying or if we have a lead.

We'll stay out of the line of fire.

Meet you at the precinct.

- As kids, all we had was each other.

Wallace, being the older brother,

he, uh, always looked after me.

He was my dragon slayer.

And in my neighborhood, they had a whole lot of dragons.

You know, I've been thinking a lot about family

and loyalty lately...

How important they are...

How fragile they are.

And I think it's about damn time I pick up a sword