Shades of Blue

- Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

Put your hands up.

- This is not what it looks like.

- It looks like you're robbing an armored truck

filled with DA money.

- This isn't our heist. It's Donnie Pomp's,

the Internal Affairs officer.

Wozniak isn't here.

- What were you doing in his house?

- There's something you should see.

- It's your dead body. It's your decision.

- I just want to make sure we don't have any cracks.

- Whoa, you're saying that I would rat out my crew?

Everybody has their limit.

Oh, I'm solid.

- What now? - Behold, your share.

- Cristina. - Your dad hired his law firm.

- If you hear from Miguel, could you let me know?

Hi, it's me.

- You have a "Hi, it's me"? - Caroline.

- Ex-fiancée? - I don't think

I've seen you before.

Are you new?

Not that new.

- Politics. There's always a price.

Take Bianchi, it's quid pro quo.

- Hey! Tommy, what the hell's the matter with you?

I'm sorry.

How about the name

of whoever suggested this little frame-up?

Anonymous tip.

Teslin paper.

As close to PVC stock as you can get commercially.

You know, the trick to New York State is a hologram.

They can't make anything easy.

Scans at all major checkpoints.

- Wow. That's something.

- Good photo to work with. Not like the back alley shots

we usually get.

- - Looks official. Who took it?

New York Police Department.

- Hey! - NYPD!

- Nobody get stupid now! - Let's see hands!

Any other rooms? - You're the cop.

- Tell me, and I won't arrest you.

- Serious? Uhh, 12 through 16.

Thanks.

Espada.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Hey! Hey, you said you weren't gonna arrest me.

- I'm not. He is.

Tufo. - 12 through 16.

One-man search party.

- Loman, start taking out the trash.

- I'm on it. - Espada?

- Yeah? - Stay here.

14 clear!

- All right, let me lead with this:

I don't like sudden movements.

Are you working with these guys?

- I'm sorry. My boyfriend said I could

just earn some extra cash doing Photoshop stuff.

16 clear!

- Pratt. Good school.

I got to think there's a better way to make tuition.

- It's not tuition. I dropped out.

- What, this glamorous life of crime is worth

throwing all that away for?

No.

But she is.

It's hard to give her the world

doing late shifts at a student center.

Harlee, you good?

All clear.

I'm gonna be checking up on you,

Debbie Ramirez.

I want you back in school.

I mean it.

And listen to me very carefully.

Your baby doesn't need the world.

She needs a mother she can look up to.

This is your second chance.

Don't blow it.

- Harlee, you're gonna want to see this.

- So much for the benefits of an honest day's work.

I mean, there's got to be 100K here.

- Bag and tag. I'm gonna go get Loman.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on.

You know the heist going south cost us a big pay day.

- No. - We took risks, all of us.

And we got nothing to show for it

except bullet holes and a lot of heat.

This is not happening.

- I was gonna open a bar with my friends.

A family place. Tufo? - Pay off my mom's mortgage.

I know you have plans too.

So we need to decide right now. The three of us.

Are we in or are we out?

In.

I said bag it and tag it.

This is evidence.

- Hey. - Hey.

I hope you left a hell of a tip

for that bartender last night.

Nobody pressed charges.

Yeah, well,

the day is still young.

So, is this an official visit,

or are you just mad that maybe I cost you a vote?

It's official.

I'm here to talk to Captain McManus

about policy changes.

You're full of it.

- I'm checking up on an old friend.

- I'm fine. - I know you better

than to accept your first answer.

My back hurts.

Linda left me.

The Mets are playing like the Mets.

Linda left you?

- Oh, you don't care about my back?

Yeah, she found out.

About what?

Donnie.

Did you tell her that...

- No, no, no, no, I didn't want to twist the knife.

- Something else is going on, Woz.

I know you. You can tell me.

This place is falling apart.

Seven, four, six, eight,

nine, two, B.

Two, B?

- Yeah. Or not to be.

- It says I'm missing a digit.

- Killers, thugs, and pervs on every corner,

and you got us doing data entry.

- You want to jump into these Bulgarian passports?

They got to have about ten extra letters in their alphabet.

It's four, actually,

but the Cyrillic makes it seem like more.

- Somebody leave your cage door open?

Ahh, the garbage unit...

actually entering cash into the system.

Have the laws of gravity been suspended too?

- Nah, but they should pass a law against that tie.

I see your defense mechanisms are still intact.

You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you guys were

worried somebody's watching.

- Unless somebody wants to grab a keyboard and pitch in,

he should watch from his office.

- Don't worry. I will.

- Whoa, I didn't even click on anything.

- What did I tell you about that, man?

No triple X on the work station.

No... that's a DEA alert.

- It says we're in possession of DEA-marked currency.

Case number one, five, Charlie, eight, seven, seven.

This means more paperwork.

One, five, Charlie, what?

Eight, seven, seven.

- That face means more paperwork.

No, this face is much worse.

- What is it? Who stole the money?

We did.

$500 matched the heist money.

Got to be Donnie Pomp.

- I'm not so sure. If he skipped town,

the money would've, too.

Currency circulates.

That $12 million could be all over the northeast by now.

- And if you're looking for a new life,

isn't a new ID first priority?

But that's the thing.

All the photo IDs are backed up on the computers we seized.

There's no Donnie Pomp.

He's Internal Affairs.

He's not gonna leave a paper trail.

Speaking of the rat pack.

- Hey, Espada, go head off that weasel face

and keep him away from the DEA.

- Yeah, I'll go tell him I confess...

to the unfortunate situation in stall number three.

- I should've just let those guys have the cash.

- You know, the money I gave you from the heist was

for Cristina's college fund.

- There were other pressing matters at the time.

Like keeping Miguel out of her life.

All right, so if Miguel left town with the cash,

who the hell's spending it?

Caddie.