All language subtitles for SHADES of BLUE - S02 E10 - Whoever Fights Monsters (720p Web-DL)1

- Dropped him off at school.
Something wasn't right..

His mother slings an assault
rifle for a drug lord.

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

You want him to stay inside. A
weapons charge ensures that.

- [grunts]

- Go near my daughter again and
nobody will ever find you.

- You're gonna want to wear
your best suit tomorrow

for your disciplinary hearing.
- There's gonna be blood.

- They say there's a
bullet waiting for us all.

- I've been looking
for your boyfriend.

[clicking] Where's Bianchi?

- He's in Italy.
- I killed him.

He threatened me. He
threatened Cristina.

And I snapped his neck.
Stahl knows.

Caddie could have led Stahl
straight to his body.

- Mrs. Saperstein, the numbers
54-4-F mean anything to you?

- That's the plot
where he's buried.

- Are you gay? Because
every time you look at me,

you see something you
hate about yourself.

- You ever bring this up again,

it'll be the last
conversation you and I have.

- Yeah, is that a
punishment or a reward?

[gunshot] Ah!

[gunfire]

- Woz, get down!

- Got to get him
to the hospital!

- Ah!

[eerie music]

[sirens blaring]

[overlapping chatter]

- Anything out of the ordinary
when you entered the house?

- Can you give me a guess
about the number of shooters?

- No.
- And were you able to see

or hear any of the
gunmen when you escaped?

Hey! Not here.

There's a press perimeter
around the corner.

Captain McManus will be around
in a few minutes with an update.

[indistinct chatter]

Any distinctive marks
on their vehicle?

- Look, I didn't see them.
I didn't see the vehicle.

Bullets were flying, and
we were pinned down.

- Do you know anybody that
would want to do you harm,

or do Lieutenant Wozniak harm?

Detective Santos? - What?

- Anybody who would
want to do you

or Lieutenant Wozniak harm?

- It's a big city.

- What, are you planning
to move a body tonight?

- [chuckles] I was
supposed to pick up a load

of fertilizer for the Brooklyn
Community Garden tomorrow.

No good deed, right?

- [heavy breathing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[intercom chatter]

- Detective Santos.
- Captain.

- Any news?
- No.

Woz is in there getting it now.

- The spleen is part of
your son's immune system.

Since we had to remove
it to stop the bleeding,

his ability to fight infection,
especially when he gets

a little older, may
be compromised.

But that can be mitigated with
prophylactic antibiotics.

- So he could live a
normal life without it?

- Normal, full, productive.

You got him here quickly,
which allowed us

to stop the hemorrhaging.

That's what made the difference.
- Well, thanks, Doc.

- You're welcome.
- Appreciate it.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Thank you.

♪

It's okay.

♪

- You're gonna hunt
these shooters down.

Promise me... - Yeah, I promise.

- You're gonna get 'em.
- I'm gonna get 'em.

- It was my house.

It was my son.

♪

Ah!

♪

[hollow thumping]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- We found a dark sedan with
bullet holes and fresh blood

parked 15 blocks
from your house.

- ESU on the way?

- Canine, tactical, the works.

Take care of your family.
We'll flush 'em out.

- Thank you, Captain.

- You too, Detective. Go home.

We have the entire department
looking for these shooters.

- One inch.

One inch between my
son living or dying.

- Take it.

Look, wait here with Linda.
They're gonna find these guys.

- No, we are finding
those cowards.

Our unit.

- All right, I'll tell the crew

to keep their ear
on the scanner.

- No, you go with them.

- Look, I'm with you,
Woz, but we still

have that chore to do tonight.

- No, we don't.

- Visit Saperstein?

Stahl has the plot number.

- It's handled.

How many times do I need
to prove it to you?

I have your back.

- [heavy breathing]

[spooky music]

♪

- There's a low-rent high-rise
away from the abandoned car.

- Nobody's getting any sleep
in that building tonight.

- Who even has the balls to
come after us like that?

- My gut says mob.
- Or our new favorite drug lord.

- Hard to mastermind a massacre
from inside a holding cell.

- Quince does get a phone call.
We set him up.

- Tufo, you stay here
and get any information

back from command to Woz.

You try to go out there, the
press is gonna eat you alive.

- I'll meet you guys up there.

- All right, Loman,
you're with me.

- All right.

- Any leads?

- Blood and bullets.

- Harlee, you got the whole
city looking for these guys.

- I know. We're posting a
patrol unit outside my place.

Please don't leave till
I get there, all right?

- I was planning on
waiting for you.

- You're leaving?

- Yeah. Nate's gonna make it.

- Where are you going?

- Well, I have to
find who did this.

- There's like a gazillion
cops here who can do that.

- Look, I know you're scared,
but everything's gonna be okay.

- Nothing's okay, Mom.
You just got shot at.

Nate almost died. That
could have been you.

- It wasn't.
- I mean, who are these people?

Why are they shooting
at Uncle Woz's house?

- That's why I have to go, okay?
I want you to...

- I am not going
to Aunt Gemma's.

- To let James take you home.

A patrol unit will
guard the house.

- Because you just
want me to be safe?

- Yes.
- Well, please stop saying that

and actually do it.

[dramatic music]

♪

[chaotic chatter]

♪

[everyone talking at once]

- Thank God.

I must have said
my first Hail Mary

in about 20 years on
the way over here.

- Did you remember the words?

- Spent a lot of
time in confession.

- Thank you for coming.

But you should stay clear.

Once we confirm that this
was Bianchi's handiwork,

I'm going after him for keeps.

So beef up your security
and watch your back.

- Understood.

But first, you need to
go to the precinct.

Now. Your locked filing cabinet.

Little black book you used

to keep track of your
protection racket?

All the dealers
on your roster...

- Julia, my son is
hooked up to machines.

- I know, Matt, but you
have to relocate that book,

and anything else you don't want

the rat squad to get
their claws on.

- It's 3:00 in the morning.

- It's a good time for a search.

- Do you have an in
with Internal Affairs?

- It's amazing what you
hear when people believe

you have a 40% chance of
becoming the next Mayor.

That is, unless your old crew

gets burned at the stake a
week before the election.

I'll tell Linda you
had an emergency.

- Hey, guys?

Come on, we got to take a drive.

[radio chatter]

- Man, they weren't
kidding with this.

"Turn the whole city
upside-down" thing.

- Yeah, well you shoot at
cops, we all fire back.

- Street Crimes
Unit from the 6-4.

We were the targets.

- It's gonna take ESU hours

to clear this building
door to door.

[dog barking]

♪

- How much blood did
they say was in the car?

- Scanner said a pool.

- You have a report a gunshot
wound at the hospital, but...

- Should I call tactical over?

- Like you said. We return fire.

- You take the back.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Ah!

- Police!

- Hey, don't shoot!
- Ah!

- He made me help!
- What's your name, Doc?

- Henry.
- Henry, I'm gonna need you

to keep him alive for a while.

- This man needs an ambulance.

- No, not until he
gives us some answers.

- He's lost a lot of blood.

I can buy you five more minutes.

- I'm not talking
without a lawyer.

- You're not gonna need a
lawyer if you're dead.

Start talking or bleed out.

[dramatic music]

♪

[door opening]

- Yo, what are you doing?

That's our prisoner.
- Was your prisoner.

Now a material witness in an
Internal Affairs investigation.

- Heard y'all had a bad night.

You're in for a
bad tomorrow too.

- Don't drop the soap, Quince.

- You, whatever that
is, put it down.

You know, I have a warrant
to search the premises.

Officer Loman! O...

- We were ambushed last night.

My son hasn't been out of
surgery for two hours.

- I met Nate. I'm sorry.
He's a good egg.

But the fact that you're here
in the wee hours of the morning

makes me all that
much more curious.

- We're tracking down leads

for who might have
tried to kill us.

- Or you're here to
further intimidate

a false arrest more
than you already have.

You know, your man Quince
told me a sordid tale

about you, a goodie bag
full of narcotics,

and one nasty frame job.

- And a tale is
exactly what it is.

Quince is a street thug
trying to get out of prison.

- But it's very fitting that
you take the side of a dealer

who uses a kid to
move his product

instead of the badge
who brought them down.

- Lieutenant, wearing the badge
doesn't make you a good guy.

As a matter of fact, wearing
that badge and doing dirt

makes you the worst
kind of bad guy.

- You know what, we've heard
this so many times before...

- I may not be able to get you
for Donnie Pomp's disappearance,

but on this... good old-fashioned
obstruction... you're mine.

- Your poker face is as
bad as your actual face.

- You may not like my face. That's okay.
We're not dating.

You may not like my face,
Lieutenant, but I've got you.

I've got hard evidence of
you planting narcotics

and weapons on a minor.

Anything else I
find here is gravy.

[exhales]

Toss it.

Any name. How about yours?
- I don't... ah! I can't...

- He's gonna pass
out from the pain.

- No, hold off on
the doggie morphine

until he tells us who
paid him to kill us.

- We get that, and
the pain stops.

- I didn't shoot at anybody...
Ah!

Okay, my cousin!

Called me and some other
guys two days ago.

5 grand a piece up front, 5
more after the job was done.

- So they told you
to shoot at cops?

- He's hemorrhaging.
- Ah!

- I can't stop it.
- You were saying?

You were saying?

- The plan was to go inside...
Inside the house, but... ah!

Jordan's idiot buddy
showed up tweaking.

He was all jumpy.

He fired too early,
before we were set.

- Jordan's your cousin?

Where did he get the cash?
- Ah! I swear!

I don't know.
- Where can we find Jordan?

- If anything went wrong,

the plan was to meet
there tomorrow morning.

- Where?
- Ah!

Ah!

- Tick-tock.

- You called it in?
- It's a rally point.

We don't know how many
shooters there are total.

- Don't let the tactical
commander box you out.

'Cause every cop in the city's
gonna want in on this collar.

- I got it.

Look, has Nate come out
of the anesthesia yet?

- I'm headed back to
the hospital soon.

- Wait, back? Where are you?

- Just call me after
the takedown.

- All right, you think
Verco is bluffing?

- He wouldn't jam us up on
a dealer's say-so alone.

He said he had hard evidence.

I mean, maybe he has
surveillance photos

of us setting Quince up.

- [sighs]

Should I call my union rep?

- No, call your CI.

- What informant?

- The one who introduced
you to Quince.

The woman with the kid.

- Karen? Karen wasn't a CI.
- She is now.

- Get her to go on record

saying that she was
our CI all along.

The guns, the drugs, they were
all Quince's to begin with.

- If the charges don't stick,

he'll find out that
she helped us.

He'll come after her.
He'll come after the kid.

She won't want to do it.

- Suspects are on the
sixth floor, room 611.

- Intel solid?
- Best we have.

- We go up both stairwells.

We hit 'em fast,
we hit 'em hard.

- Yes, sir.
- Sir.

- [grunts] I ain't gonna lie.

I kind of hope one of
'em goes for a gun.

- As long as his
name is not Jordan.

He's the only link that
ties this back to Bianchi.

[dramatic music]

♪

[elevator dings]

♪

- Police! Hands up!
- Police! Hands up!

- Hey!
- Hands up, now!

- Put your hands up!

♪

[siren blaring]

- That's one way to
make a trail go cold.

- Police officers know
that they face the risk

but for a group of criminals
to plan an ambush...

- [clears throat]

Good morning, Agent Gupta.

Double shot, no foam, right?

- I had one already.

- Well, aren't you eager
to start the day?

- Can I help you with something?

- I was hoping that
you could, uh,

pull a DNA report

so I can compare it
to a new sample.

His name is Miguel Zepeda.

Recently released
from New York State.

- And you can't put
in a written request

with the case number because...

- I'd rather owe you drinks.

- Maybe if you clean
those fingernails.

- Yeah. I was working
in the garden.

- In October?

- It's good to plan ahead.

- Hmm, well, Zepeda was a bust.

- That's impossible.
He's a convicted felon.

He has to have a sample
in the state database.

- His conviction was vacated.

State's obligated to destroy
every collected sample

after an overturned conviction.

- Right.

[sighs]

- Hey, make it
vanilla next time.

- [indistinct shouting]

- Detective Tufo.
Detective Loman.

We need to holler at
Karen for a minute.

Girl saw on the news that a
bunch of cops got shot up,

freaked out, and bounced.

Said maybe it was Quince.

- Did she tell you
where she was going?

- Just grabbed her stuff
and Adrian and bailed.

- Okay, when you do talk to
her, tell her it's urgent

that we speak to her, like
end-of-the-world urgent.

Her son's in danger.
- [baby shouting]

- My baby's hungry.

[door opening]

- Is he awake?
- Shh.

Shh, he was... he was talking.

But then they gave him
medicine for the pain, so...

- I got you a room at the
hotel across the street.

Why don't you go over
there and get some rest?

- Matt, I know you have
been up for three days.

Why don't you go lie down
before you fall down?

[soft music]

♪

- I've been writing this kid

rain checks and IOUs

his whole life.

- You've always been his hero.

Since he dressed up as a
cop on his sixth birthday.

- [chuckles]

- No matter what the two
of you have gone through.

He may give you grief, but...

he understands why you were
gone all of those nights.

He's proud of you.

Me too.

♪

Get better.

♪

[door closing]

- What's up?
- TSA finally came through

with the travel
files on Bianchi.

- Did he pass through customs?

- He never left.

There's a man in JFK
airport security photos

traveling as Michael
Bianchi, but it's not him.

- That doesn't exactly
support his alibi.

- Bianchi's in town and
tracking this closely.

We need to go to Greenpoint
Community Hospital.

News just broke our
shooting suspect is there.

The only one still alive.
- This is exactly why

I don't want you
calling in every lead.

Patrolmen can't keep
their mouths shut.

- I leaked it.

- What?
- Our shooting suspect is here.

Not Greenpoint Community.

Look, he and his buddies
were a bunch of amateurs

that Bianchi knew he
could dispose of,

which is why the mob's
clean-up man delivered

two bullets each instead
of their payday.

- Yeah, if he's
watching the news,

he now knows where to
send the other two.

- Like I said. Let's
go for a drive.

- Looks like Karen's
changed sides.

- We made a house call for you.

- I heard.

So what's
end-of-the-world urgent?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [snoring]

♪

- [snoring]

♪

- Amazing how many things the
press gets wrong these days.

- [grunts]

♪

- which puts you and Adrianls
apart, Quinin danger. Released,

- Stop pretending this
is about protecting me

and my son, and not
your own asses.

- If all we cared about was
protecting our own asses,

we would have never helped
you in the first place.

- Yeah, your asses come first.

- Look, all we're
asking you to do

is say that you were
working with us.

- Like a snitch?

- Just that you knew the
handoff was happening,

and you called it in to us.

- Y'all are really working
hard to get me killed, man.

- It'll be a closed hearing.

Okay? No one will ever know.

You've got our word.

- Cop's word is only
worth something

when he's testifying
against you.

[knocking]

- Hey, guys, should I add
tampering to the charges?

- We're talking to our CI,
and you are way out of line.

- [chuckles] Am I?

You're feeding a potential
witness lies to parrot back.

That's it. I'm
calling your captain

for an emergency GO-15 meeting.

So ring your crew.
Ring your union rep.

Your pastor? 'Cause
this ends right now.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Don't suppose you want
to share your password.

Phone seems to be locked.

- Is good cop, bad
cop still a thing?

- Bad news is, we're
fresh out of good cops.

- You know the first thing
that they teach you on patrol?

If you want to
rough up a collar,

you better not leave a
mark, or some fancy lawyer

will tear you apart
back at the precinct.

- [grunts]

- Something to think
about as we drive.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

- ♪ I'm in the business

♪ A risky business

♪ You're so inviting

♪ I can't resist it

♪ I know you, baby doll

♪ I know you, you do voodoo

♪

♪ It's like I'm born
to play with fire ♪

- It can get stuffy back here.

It's an old model.

- [grunting]

- Before we say good-bye...

- Why don't I just
cut off his thumb?

- Nice added feature.

Are you sure this
detour can't wait?

- Verco's out for blood.

- I wouldn't ask if
it wasn't timely.

Thank you, sir.

Captain McManus
is on his way up.

Looks like somebody's got
stage fight, huh, guys?

You know, in the 16th
Century, when the English

would catch pirates,
they'd force 'em to watch

while they built gallows
during low tide.

You see, they felt that the
anticipation of a hanging

would heighten the experience.

Come high tide, the
bodies would wash away.

- You could have used a few
more hugs when you were a kid.

- Spoiler alert,
fellas: It's low tide.

Here. What's that, guys?

Planting narcotics?

Planting, planting,
planting narcotics.

Planting narcotics. Here.

Got excessive force,
excessive force.

It's a good day, huh, guys?

Most unforgivable of all...
Look at this.

Look at that. That's a kid.

Placing a loaded weapon
in a child's backpack.

Huh? Hot shot?
- That wasn't a plant.

Those were the possessions
of a shot caller

who used kids as drug mules.

We worked with Karen
to make a legit bust.

Like Kleenex in a rainstorm
when we get in that room.

I know that you were only acting

at the behest of your
fearless lieutenant.

Confirm that, and
I'll make Wozniak

eat the whole crap sandwich.

Oh, forgot to mention I
was bringing a plus-one.

Hey, Quincy.

[dramatic music]

♪

Last chance, guys.

Storm is here.

There won't be any survivors.

- Call Tommy, tell him to
close Murphy's for the day.

Give me 15 minutes.

- All right, I'll go through
the rest of his contacts,

see if I find anything
on his phone.

And the rest we'll beat out
of him in the freezer.

- I have to say, Detectives:
This looks less than good.

- It'll look a lot better
when our CI explains

that the drugs and the gun
belonged the dealer all along.

- Yeah, the bust was solid.

- Then why don't you
have a CI contract?

Or any paperwork on her?

- In her neighborhood,
inking a contract with us

is the same as signing
her own death warrant.

- Without having it, it opens
you up to prosecution.

That's the whole point.
- I don't give a damn

about paperwork, but
I do need to hear

what happened from
your informant.

So, where is she?

- Ma'am, are you...
- Don't touch me.

- Lieutenant, you should...
- Can I have the room, please?

Hi, Karen.

- I ain't doing this.

Mm-mm.

Y'all told me that I'd
never have to face him.

- That was out of our control.

- Exactly.

You can't control nothing.

You can't guarantee that you
gonna protect me and my boy.

Can you?

- No, I can't.

- Tell me something:
When Quince gets out,

what you think he
gonna do to me?

What you think he
gonna do to my son?

- If he's out on the street,

he'll come after both of you.

- At least you're honest.

- I know you're scared.

- You don't know nothing.

- And you should be.

- Yeah, you damn right.

I need to get back to my son.

- I didn't want to leave
my son today, either.

But I left him, bleeding
in the hospital.

You know why?

Because until you
kill the monster,

it'll keep coming back.

Yesterday, you told
me that you wished

you were a better parent.

Right?

Well, now's your chance.

I missed my chance, Karen.

Don't miss yours.

- [sighs]

- You put me in a touch
spot, gentlemen.

- I'm sorry, sir, our CI must
have just gotten cold feet.

- That's a child with a firearm.

This is over the line.

- We got shot at last night.

Do you really want the 6-4 back
on the front page tomorrow?

- Unfortunately, I have
to make a decision.

And right now, there's only one

version of the story
on the table.

[door opens]

- Are you Miss Horne?

- I am.

[pounding]

- Don't wear yourself out.
[phone beeping]

You have a long
day ahead of you.

Oh, someone wants to
meet up with you.

- Harlee!

James. You're a nice surprise.

- I waited at your place
as long as I could,

but Cristina insisted on
going to school for a test.

- Well, thank you. You
know, for everything.

- I had to advise on a
gun trafficking warrant.

What's your excuse?

- Uh, waiting on Woz...
He wants to interview

a potential witness
in Jersey City.

- Haven't you earned the right
to tap out for the day?

[rattling]

- Uh, not when you're
being shot at.

- Your daughter put
on a brave face,

but she was genuinely worried.

I know it's none of my business,

but I don't think she'd cry if I
made you both dinner tonight.

Too much knight in shining armor
can be overwhelming, okay?

- I'll follow a recipe
and everything.

- Okay, you want to be a hero?

- Nothing says "I love you" like
burgers and ketchup packets.

Because I do.

[rattling]

- I literally kicked
my foot back.

Like a cartoon.

- Wha... I won't tell.

- All right, get out of here.
I'll see you tonight.

[sighs]

[d-[sighs]ng]

Did the cleaner get
any more texts?

- No, just the 7:00 a.m.
appointment at 95th and 5th.

Did you get him to confirm
that the meet is with Bianchi?

- No. He's a very tough guy.

But it's either
Bianchi or someone

high up on the food chain.

Harlee, when I find Bianchi...

[sighs]

You know where this is headed.

If you're not up for the ride,

it's best to get out now.

- There are other
ways to get there.

- He shot my son.

Another inch...

- The cleaner's not
going anywhere.

Go to the hospital.
See your boy.

I'll pick you up at 6:00.

We'll get who he's meeting with.

[dramatic music]

♪

- You engaged in
unsanctioned contact

with the daughter
of a former asset.

A minor, Agent Stahl.

The evidence before me
points to a flagrant

and disturbing abuse of power.

And a total violation
of the very values

you swore to uphold.

[sighs] Gail, you're
his supervisor.

You have anything to
say on his behalf?

- No. I don't.

- Sir...

I have sacrificed everything.

My marriage, my health,

to serve this bureau.

It is all that I have.

Please don't take it away.

- I recommend an
indefinite suspension.

Effective immediately.

♪

- Robert.

Your badge.

♪

- [screaming]

No! No! No!

No!

♪

Ah...

♪

- Mm, Mom, you're inhibiting
my range of motion right now.

- I'm sorry!
- [laughs]

- This is nice, isn't it?

- Yeah, I mean, you're
making it kind of weird.

- Am I making it weird?

- Little bit.

[laughter]

- Okay.

- Cristina, your mom tells
me you play the cello.

- Oh, of course she did. I
think she opens with that.

- What? I'm proud.

[laughing]

- Hey, if I'm not
here to chaperone,

will you two behave?

- What? You going
to bed already?

- Yeah, I didn't get
much sleep last night.

- Thank you for letting me
crash your family dinner.

- Yeah, you're the reason
we're having family dinner.

I mean, we usually
eat by the TV.

- Love you.
- Love you too.

Bye. - Bye.

[thunder rumbling]

[monitor beeping]

- I thought I'd lost you, Nate.

[dramatic music]

I didn't push you away

because you were gay.

I didn't.

♪

You asked me if I experimented.

♪

And yeah, I did.

♪

But I love your mother.

And I love you.

And I will pay any price

to make things right again.

♪

The truth is,

I'm more proud of you

than anything that
I've ever done.

♪

- ♪ Killing me slowly

♪ Holding me close

♪ Begging for mercy

♪ Forgiving the ghost

♪ Say that you love me

♪ Lay me to waste

♪ We built a fire

♪ You put out the flame

♪ You're so high,
low, high, low ♪

♪ High, low, high,
low, you're so ♪

♪ High, low, high, low,
high low, high low ♪

♪ And I'm so high low [rattling]

- Did you hear that?

- No, I was a little distracted.

- ♪ I'm so high,
low, high, low ♪

- Cristina?

- Should I go?

- You leave a woman's bed
the day you say the L word,

she might think you
didn't mean it.

- Then I guess I'm
not going anywhere.

♪

[suspenseful music]

[thunder rumbling]

♪

♪

[moaning]

♪

- Let's wait five more
minutes I d for Bianchi..

[horns honking]

Wait. At 3:00. I know her.

That's Bianchi's girl.

- Got her.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Meeting someone? Keep walking.

I'll direct you. Let's
head up to your place.

- I could scream.

- Not if he pulls
the trigger first.

- Are you that certain
that I came alone?

- You only looked straight ahead

I don't think anybody's
coming to your rescue.

- Harlee, this is Elena.
Bianchi's side piece.

Seems like she lied to
me last time we spoke.

- I have a feeling she won't
be making that mistake again.

- "All balls and no brains."

Isn't that what you
said about me?

Well, now I get to
return the compliment.

Not many people
have what it takes

to lie while sucking the
business end of a loaded gun.

- I'm telling you the truth.

Bianchi was in Italy.

- Key to survival:

Tell your captors something
but not everything.

- I don't understand.

- While Bianchi was
hunkered down,

you were his go-between.

He gave the orders.
You called the shots.

- He doesn't tell me anything.
Look at me, I'm just...

I'm one thing to him.

- Oh, make 'em think
you're just a pretty girl?

I know that trick too.

- Then you know I would
do anything to survive.

- Like shoot at a
house full of cops?

That little party that you
threw the other night

sent his son into surgery.

- He survived.

Then stop while you're ahead.

- We know Bianchi's
in the country.

So what we're gonna do

is we're gonna play
a fun little game

called "The truth
will set you free."

Harlee, why don't you
take the dog for a walk?

Violence upsets him.

[suspenseful music]

- [panicked breathing]

♪

[dog whining]

♪

The only guarantee
is that I win.

♪

One bullet.

Five empty chambers.

♪

- You just told us.
The United States.

- Narrow it down.

- Of America.

- Ah, you know what?

You got neighbors.

We don't want them in
on our little game.

Do we?

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Got to keep it quiet.

Our little secret.

- Thank you, Harlee.

Where is he?

[gun clicks]

- Ah!

[sobbing]

- You're a good solider,
I'll give you that.

How's your pain tolerance?

- Ah!
- Ah!

[sobbing]

- You're next, sweetheart.

- Tell him where Bianchi
is, and I'll protect you.

- Here you go.
Spinning it around.

- I didn't know he
was in the country!

No, I swear!

- Convince me!
- No! Please! Please!

- This performance is
sounding awfully familiar.

- Please! Please! Please!

Please! [gun clicks]

[screams]

- I'm not spinning the cylinder,

so your odds go
down drastically.

- One in five to one in four?

I still like my chances.

- I'll play with you.

[gun clicks] - Ah!

- Everybody's got a
bullet waiting for them.

I have a feeling yours
is awfully close.

- No!
- Where is he?

- Too bad I don't have a son

to step in front of it for me.

[gunshot]

- Woz!
- [screaming]

[screaming]

[panicked breathing]

- All right.

Your turn. - No...

- One bullet, five
empty cylinders.

- No... no...

- Woz...
- Where's Bianchi?

- All right! All
right, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you, but it won't
matter, 'cause he's gonna be

out of jail in one
day, and he won't stop

until all of us are dead.

- We'll make sure
he doesn't walk.

We'll make sure of that.

- You can't keep that promise.

He's got dirt on everybody
who's anybody in New York.

He could bring this whole city
to its knees if he wants to.

He's untouchable.
- What kind of dirt?

- He's got bank records.
He's got photos.

He's got recordings on senators,

on judges, on you.

- Where does he keep this dirt?

Is it with him?

- Lawyer's office. Wall Street.
All right?

There is a box locked up
there with instructions

to open and disseminate if
anything happens to him.

- Dead man's switch.

- That's one way of putting it.

- Where are the copies?

- There aren't any.

Defeats the purpose
of locking it away.

- We get the box,
then we'll get him.

- He's in a safe house. Uptown.

That's where you'll find him.

[knife clicks]

- Write down the address.

[phone beeping]

- ♪ Mercy, mercy

♪ Chains all wrapped around

♪ Around me

♪ Try to break free

♪ From the darker part of me ♪

♪ Mercy, mercy

♪ Please

♪ All I see

♪ Is a monster

[gunshot]

♪ In me

♪

♪ All I see

[elevator dings]

♪ Is a monster

♪ A monster

♪ In me

[drama♪ c music]