Shades of Blue

Previously on Shades of Blue.

- - Somebody!

Stahl is back. I'm not crazy!

Harlee Santos is a psychopath.

We can have her question her own sanity,

and then we can both be free.

My daughter died from a drug overdose when she was 19.

I've stood by while the Intelligence Unit

killed the only decent man that I ever loved.

No, no, no, no!

You don't take down fellow cops.

The entire department will turn against us.

Who killed Nava?

I can only tell you who ordered it,

and he tends to outsource.

Your brother's gonna be muscle for a dealer.

You're gonna let him dive head first

into a world that put him in prison.

He volunteered for a noble cause.

Who is this guy to you?

Move along. We got it from here.

You wanted your taste, no?

Step out the car, now.

Because you arrested someone who's under our protection,

an entire gang could be wiped out tonight.

- Think it's an ambush? - God, I hope not.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-

10 o'clock.

That van's from Wallace's work.

- Someone left in a hurry. - Damn it, we're too late.

Dispatch, tango 306 requesting immediate backup

at abandoned warehouse silos on Oakwood and Hunt's Point.

Possible officers down.

Should we pursue?

No, we find Woz and Tufo.

Guard the exits.

Make sure there's no latecomers.

Scene is still hot.

Don't become a target.

NYPD, hands in the air!

Get an ambulance.

Help is already on the way.

- Who ordered this hit? - Stay with me, Wallace.

Does the name Ramsey mean anything to you?

If you want to get in that ambulance, you tell me!

Woz, a dead perp doesn't help us.

He beat Wallace to a pulp!

Who are you working for?

Woz!

It was an ambush.

The Intelligence Unit?

I'm not saying they're behind it.

- Only that they knew. - Look, by the time I found out

that Wallace was involved, you weren't answering your phone.

Did they know that we had a man inside?

Unclear.

Well, make it clear.

They're the NYPD Intelligence Unit.

They traffic in information.

Why were you using Tufo's brother?

Why were you talking to the Intelligence Unit?

Loman and I arrested a domestic abuser

under their protection.

On purpose?

Harlee.

No, it wasn't retribution, okay?

It wasn't that kind of warning.

I don't even think Cole meant to blurt it out.

You said it yourself. They're the Intelligence Unit.

They don't blurt things out.

Looking back, I think he felt guilty.

LOC, altered mental status.

27 year old male assault victim.

Multiple fractures. Head trauma. Contusions.

He was responding in the rig, then his GCS dropped to a 7.

Check the responders at the scene.

Make sure we get the evidence first.

I already told the sergeant on site.

Pupils are sluggish.

Stay with me, Wallace. You hear me?

You're Superman, remember? You're Superman.

- Where'd you find him? - He's one of ours.

NYPD family.

- BP is falling... BP 84 over 53. - Let's open up his fluids.

Make sure we got trauma units on hand.

Is he gonna recover?

I need you all to stay out there.

- No, that's my brother. - I understand that,

but we need room to evaluate and treat him.

- I'm a cop. - I know, but they're doctors.

Let them do their job.

We're just gonna be a distraction here.

Give them room, give them room.

On three, two, one.

Versed 2 milligrams IV push.

Hang on. We're gonna give you something

that'll make this easier.

- It's okay, you're at... - A hospital now.

I'm sorry, did I miss your med school graduation?

He's got his brother's stubborn genes.

- He's gonna survive. - He's stubborn all right.

Always trying to save me, impress me.

Whatever he thought he was doing.

We're gonna get the bastards who did this,

and no one's gonna be able to save them.

No problem, they're right here... you did this.

Espada did this. I did this.

How could anybody know?

My brother got beaten halfway to death

with a baseball bat.

Don't you get that?

But you're right.

We're beyond saving, Woz.

- Tufo, wait. - Let him be, Harlee.

Look, what we got to do first is we got to...

we got to figure out who the dead suspect is.

A car was leaving when we pulled up.

Did you get a model or the make or license plate?

No, all we saw was the tail lights.

Harlee? Harlee?

Her pressure is bottoming out.

She's in hemorrhagic shock.

Another round of fresh packed red cells

and 3 CCs of epinephrine.

- We're losing her. - Come on, Harlee.

Stay with us.

Not afraid of needles?

No, I love them.

I love everything about this scenario.

Constriction, needles.

Are you sure a clown can't pop out

and make this nightmare complete?

I should have brought my red nose.

I thought you left.

I'm a sucker for a free bag of cookies.

So clowns, huh?

How'd you end up down here, Woz?

A couple of wrong turns on your way to the greater good?

More than a couple, my friend.

More than a couple.

Well, this one's on decisions made behind my back,

and now my brother is breathing through tubes.

We won't even know how bad it is

until the swelling in his brain subsides,

and all because I wasn't strong enough

to say no to something you started.

You gave Wallace what he was asking for.

No.

A chance to make a difference.

How much longer here?

Why do you think he never asked you

to come visit him in prison?

Why do you think he walks

to work every morning with his head down?

We all need a purpose, Tufo.

Without it, we're just blood and bone.

This is Detective Anthony Cole

with the NYPD Intelligence Division.

Leave a message.

We really need to discuss your curfew.

Perks of being the parent.

I'd tell you to take a day off,

but I know you'd do the opposite.

What are you doing up so early?

Chemistry cram.

Picking up Denise for a mobile study group.

Okay.

I don't appreciate competition, Gina.

Traffic cam shows four vehicles in the area

of those silos within a minute of my distress call,

all registered to owners with no criminal records.

Any of them reported stolen?

No, but the plates on the Chrysler 300

returned DMV registered to a green Ford Taurus.

So someone lifts and switches plates.

Sounds like forethought of douchebaggery.

What about the dead douchebag found on site?

No ID, but I asked the medical examiner

to put a rush on his prints.