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Previously on "Shades of Blue"...

- What is it you want?
- If you can't get me

the mastermind behind this heist,

I'm looking at exactly what I want.

Where's Linklater?

If the money isn't deposited in a week,

they'll send those incriminating
photos to the Feds.

Miguel, I'm gonna give you
the money I promised you,

and you're gonna disappear.

You paid him to go away?

Some weeks ago, you violently
pulled one of my associates,

Detective Donald Pomp,
out of a deposition.

- Is there a question?
- He's been missing

for over three weeks.

Donnie's dead.

Loman killed him in self-defense.

I've never risked what we have.

Not for anything. You know that,

and you know how I feel about you.

That's Donnie. The first one.

What?

I want to be with you, Matt.

Spending time with your rat.

Let him go!

Whose side are you on?

I'm on your side!

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Oh, God.

Oh, God.

In an effort to put some room
between herself

and her opponent,
mayoral candidate Julia Ayres

touted her tough-on-crime
position at a local rally.

I created the Community Crime Initiative

to continue the sacred mission
I took on as an NYPD officer,

and I will keep up that fight
as your next mayor.

Working on a new piece
for the next recital?

Yeah.

Something you're excited about?

Uh-huh.

Anything you want to share
with interested parties?

Maybe a title?

Um, the last two pages didn't print out.

I got to go.

Break a leg.

- Thanks.
- Love you.

Love you too.

- Hands!
- Don't move.

- Hey, right there. Don't move.
- Keep 'em up.

- Nate?
- Hi, Dad.

A full tactical unit?

I guess if I was you,
I wouldn't like my odds

one-on-one lately either.

Everything's risk/reward, Harlee.

And lately, you are not worth the risk.

Yeah? Let me know
when you really believe that.

Will you fan out please?
Give us some space.

So, this is what? You're letting me know

you're king of the mountain again?

No. I'm here to give you a ride.

I'm a big girl.
I can get to work on my own.

No, but then you'll miss
a front-row seat

to the arrests of Detective Nazario,

Detective Tufo...

You don't want to do that, all right?

It ends your case.

Wozniak is a big boy. He made a deal.

He gives me evidence

Councilwoman Julia Ayres is dirty,

or your crew goes down.

Last night, he made his choice.

All right, let me talk to him.

The man nearly crushed
my windpipe last night.

I think he's beyond listening to reason.

Look, if you knew Wozniak
the way you think you do,

you wouldn't have gone
full scorched earth.

Deep down, he wants to forgive me.

Just let me get him down to a simmer,

and maybe I can fix this.

Exploiting a man's attachment
to you does seem

to be your specialty.

Speaking of admirers,
when's the last time

you heard from Miguel?

Hasn't bothered me in weeks.

Just the same,
I promised I'd check up on him

from time to time, and as you know,

I'm a man of my word.

When it suits you.

Miguel dropped off the grid.

He's disappeared. He's invisible.

And that makes him dangerous.

Well, maybe he realized
I'm a game he can't win,

and he gave up.

Hopeful theory.

I can confirm it when I track him down.

Unless there's some reason
you don't want me

looking into Miguel.

Whatever keeps you off my block.

If you see Mom's leather coat,
let me know. I'll pick it up.

Whiskey breakfast, huh?

Find any answers
at the bottom of the bottle?

No, but I've got two more.

I'll leave you and your buddy
to your search, then.

Hey, Nate?

Tell your mom hi for me, will you?

What did you do this time, Dad?

You know, I was dating Jay four months

before he finally cornered me
and asked me to tell him

just one story about you
that doesn't end with,

"Because my dad is an ass. That's why."

And he's still waiting.
I get it. I get it.

Little league.

I missed a fly ball,

and Coach yanked me out.

You and I practiced pop-ups for weeks.

He still wouldn't give me another shot,

so you...,

you walk me out to left field,

tell the kid out there to get lost.

Yeah.

And that cocky little jerk
nearly pissed himself.

Yeah, and you stayed
by the fence the whole game,

daring Coach to take me out.

You know, when there's not
a straight line to something,

you always find another way.

It's the one thing I like about you.

I don't think I left myself
a way back on this one.

So get a bulldozer.

Make one.

Next time you put a gun to my head,

make sure you pull the trigger.

Killing a federal officer is
a death-penalty case.

So you're welcome.

Linda left me.

That spineless albino played
a conversation for her.

From my private life. Me and Donnie.

In my office.

Yeah. That recording. The one you made.

You could've let me know about that one.

I didn't say anything

because it didn't change anything.

Doesn't change anything?

You should've warned me, Harlee.

And what was I gonna say?

Stahl has a nuke?

That would've made you feel better?

No, what's gonna make me feel better is

to get everybody off the hook,
and I'm gonna do it my way.

Woz, there's no road out of this

that doesn't go through Julia.

Then I'll build a new one.

I'm ending this today.

Let me watch your back.

I'll go with somebody who
hasn't plunged a knife in it.

I got an off-the-books mission.

Right now. No questions asked.

Someone might get bloody.

Are you buying the coffee?

I'll be outside.

All right.

And I thought kid's puke was
a bad way to start off the day.

We're on the same shooting
re-qualification schedule.

You shouldn't be due again for months.

Yeah. It doesn't smell right.
Out of the blue,

they move it up to this afternoon?

But you're good to go.

I mean, your shoulder's
holding up, right?

Oh, yeah, painkillers and rest

are a gunshot wound's best friend.

You might want to keep it down
a few decibels.

The Internal Affairs guy's back,

taking up residence.

Can he do that?

How much you want to bet
that ferret's the reason

my re-qual got pushed up?

Detective Espada.

You drew the short one today.

Can I see you in my office, please?

Your office, is it?

You know, squatting is illegal
in this city.

Just 'cause I said "please"
doesn't make it a request.

Detective Loman, you too, buddy.

Come on.

Yeah.

One, two, three. Come on.

Watch your toes, boys.

There we are.

Will this be acceptable, miss?

I haven't been called "miss"
since my debut.

This guy.

Oh, Detective Loman,

while I got you back there, do you mind

if I throw a few questions at you?

The rookie was about
to step in on a line-up for me.

I got a tight schedule.
Find somebody else.

Shut the door behind you.

It's terrible, isn't it?

That feeling that somebody's lurking,

looking over your shoulder.

Drives me nuts.

Nah. No, I'm good.

Do you know why you're here,
Detective Loman?

Because you trapped me
on the wrong side of your desk.

Yeah.

No, I mean here here.

On Wozniak's aptly named "Garbage Unit."

- I was assigned here.
- Hmm.

After patrol.

Did you know that he
specifically requested you?

Went over people's heads.
Feelings were hurt.

I don't blame him.
You know, Phi Beta Kappa,

top of your academy class.

I admire you, Michael.

May I call you Michael?

If you have to.

Do you really think you're an
ideal candidate for this crew?

Yeah.

We take out the trash no one else can.

I get the concept. You know,

it's just that every member
of his team has a role.

Right? Harlee is the surrogate daughter.

Tess is the perp whisperer.
Espada, the heavy lifter.

Tufo, a loyal foot soldier.

Ever wonder what yours is?

I think I'll go
with paperwork completer.

- Ah.
- You know, they treat my desk

like it's an inbox.

Yeah.

I hope you're right.

See, I have a different theory, Michael.

I think you're the fall guy.

You keep popping those pain
pills like they're breath mints.

Well, it's not about willpower.

Once I get through
this shooting re-qual today,

I'll go cold turkey.

Dozen cream-filleds.

On a scale of one to somebody died,

how bad is it?

A strong eight. And rising.

We have a new guest.

Tom Verco.

IA bloodhound who brought down
half the 42 precinct

on that payola scam.

He's here sniffing around about Donnie.

And you guys are just sitting here

while Loman gets in the ring with him?

I tried to chaperone. Invitation only.

Then you get one.

Sorry to interrupt.
I need Detective Loman.

Ah, Detective Santos.
We haven't met yet.

I'm Tom Verco. Internal Affairs.

I know. String of high-value burglaries

that Loman's been working.

That longshoreman that we talked
to last week,

he called... he said he might have
some information

on the Caruso shipment,

but he leaves for Virginia in two hours.

Yeah. Cargo containers on the docks.

I mean, Commissioner's office
has been all over us on it.

Far be it for me to keep a case closure

off the CompStat report, huh?

May I see that?

Have you seen Detective Tufo,
by the way?

I still haven't had the pleasure.

You working a case
or running for office?

No, no, I don't have
the stomach for politics.

I am formally opening a file

on Donnie Pomp's disappearance, though.

I look forward to interviewing you.

I'm ready whenever you are.

You'll know when I'm ready.

Hold up. Donnie Pomp had an inside man?

Posed as a DEA agent named Linklater.

And this guy helped Donnie rip us off?

Well, Linklater's an alias.
The guy's a ghost.

Who do you think haunts this chop shop?

I looked through three years'
worth of mug shots

before I found this messenger.

We don't do walk-ins, yo.

Make an exception, yo.

Hard to forget a pretty face
like this, isn't it?

Look. You and me, we got no beef.

Oh, we have a big,
juicy porterhouse, my friend.

No, no, no.

This is the part where you tell us

where you stashed our money.

Linklater.

How do we find him?

You don't.
Linklater ain't even his name.

I don't care if his name is
Rumplestiltskin.

He's your boss. How does he
reach out to you?

He's not my boss. I run errands for him.

Look. I get a call. I get paid.

Come on, man. I'm telling you straight.

I do a job. I get paid.
I've never even met him.

I hope you can stroke
with your other hand,

or else you're in for a dry spell.

There's a dummy phone number.

You leave a message.
Maybe he calls you back.

Aah! Aah, please! Aah!

Hey.

You got a search warrant for that?

Going through my desk?

Wozniak got locked out
of Murphy's Tavern.

He needs the master keys.

He's hitting the bar
before it even opens?

That's a cry for help.

Did he call a freezer meet?

No. He wasn't filling in many blanks.

All right, well, I'll drop them off.

I need to fill him in on
our little house mouse anyway.

Mrs. Zepeda?

I'm not buying anything,
and I already know my savior.

I'm not selling anything. I promise.

William Clark.

I was hoping I could talk to Miguel.

Men who get in fights aren't the kind

I want talking to my son.

Oh, no. This...

this is from a parent upset
over his visitation schedule.

I'm an investigator working with
Baron and Rosenberg,

attorneys-at-law.

Your son paid my associates
a visit last month.

He's looking to establish
paternity for his daughter.

He's fighting for custody of Cristina?

I thought you needed the keys.

Patience ain't one of Wozniak's

more pronounced virtues.

Ugh. Looks like our bar tab
just got bigger.

We got a lead on the heist money.

Turns out Donnie was working
with a partner.

Some dude by the name of Linklater.

I doubt he's using Murphy's Tavern

as a secret hideout.

We found the guy's errand boy,
made him place a call.

Holding him in the freezer
till his boss hits him back.

Head back to the precinct.
I'm tapping you out.

You get a new set of LT
stripes when I wasn't looking?

There has to be
some sugar back here, right?

There's an IA detective. Verco.

He's kicking up dirt on Donnie Pomp.

My phone ain't ringing.

That's not how this guy operates.

Go push paper around
on the cargo burglaries.

Back up how I sprung Loman.

Yo, are we worried about this guy?

Yo, where am I?

Freezing.

Cold's good for the swelling.

Nice.

I'm dying, and you got jokes.

I've seen dying, Cal.

You ain't there yet.

- Got a minute, boss?
- Haven't you learned anything

from gym class?

When you don't get picked,

be a big girl... stay on the sideline.

And the game is Linklater?

The FBI has priorities.

He's higher than Julia
on their wish list.

If you can flush him out,
if you can catch him.

See? This.
This is why I didn't tell you.

You should have. This guy
operates on a whole other level.

And even if I thought this was
a suicide mission,

and I do, I would've helped you.

And then Tufo wouldn't be involved.

Tufo does what he's asked.

And he protects the family.

Making things right is on me,
is on my shoulders.

Not Tufo's. Not the crew's.

You want to be a martyr?

Make yourself comfortable.

Yeah. We only met once,

but I was very impressed
with Miguel's courage

and his resilience after being
wrongfully incarcerated.

But we need more information from him

if we're gonna take that next step.

And I just... I haven't been able
to reach him.

Miguel's out of town. He sent me a text

that an opportunity came up
he couldn't say no to.

Well, that's exciting.

Did he say where he was headed?

Oh, no, no. But that's my son.

Before he went to prison,
he'd come, he'd go.

Sometimes months in between.

Monica!

Apurate.

You can't rush beauty, Grandma.

And you're late again for choir,

solving the mystery
of why you can't get a solo.

You forget this part
between raising your own

and having grandchildren.

Yeah. I'll bet.

Cristina.

Do I know you?

Um, Mr. Zepeda showed me a picture.

Your dad hired his law firm

to force your mom to let you see us.

Well, he hasn't hired us yet.

Just the initial meeting.

He's trying to get custody?

Yeah. You almost sound disappointed.

He sees lawyers and then leaves town

without saying good-bye?

That makes zero sense.

Well, custody can be
a very emotional issue.

He's probably just taking
some time to think it through.

Do you always pay house calls
to clients you've only met once?

Is that a book on cross examination?

Hey, cuz, I'm running late.
You got wheels, right?

Yeah. I'll give you a ride.

I should get going anyways.

Hey, if... if you

happen to hear from Miguel...

Could you let me know?

Would it be unethical to let me know?

Not at all. I'll absolutely be in touch.

It's really nice to meet you, Cristina.

I hope we can stay
on the same page after this.

One cold cup of coffee doesn't
fix everything.

- Showtime.
- What if he doesn't buy it?

Just take a breath
and stick to the script.

No. He's too smart.
I can't convince him...

Can't is not an option.

Thanks for hitting me back, sir.

This channel flows one way.

I'm not in the market for any
assistance at the moment.

Yeah, that's actually not
why I'm calling.

Some FBI agents showed up at my place

asking questions about the heist.

Hello?

How did they find you?

Like they'd tell me.

Look. I didn't give them nothing.

Look. I've been dependable.

You say jump, I'm through the roof.

I need cash and IDs

to disappear for a while
before they come back.

That's a reasonable request.

- What are their names?
- Whose names?

The agents who paid you a visit.

All I heard was "heist" and "Feds."

I didn't listen for names.

You should pay closer attention.

Stahl. One of them was Agent Stahl.

Riverside Park in Brooklyn.

By the baseball diamond.

Park bench near the third base line.

Give me your description.

You there?

I need to know what you look
like so I can identify you.

5'11".

Black. Grey camo jacket.

I'll see you soon. Peace.

Just described Tufo.

Yeah. Wish your buddy luck for me.

- What the hell?
- Funny you say that,

Detective Tufo.

I've been chilly in here all morning,

but everybody that comes in
complains about the heat.

Are you a Mets fan, Marcus?

Queens. Born and raised.

I'm from Flushing. Had some
lean years, but now that we

got Céspedes, everybody wants
on the bandwagon.

I'll stop you there. I ain't your buddy,

and there sure as hell ain't no "we,"

so ask what you want about Donnie Pomp,

and let's get this over with.

I'd rather talk about you.

About your devotion to your fellow cops.

I get the sense that you'd take
a bullet for any one of them.

Most of them, anyway.

They gave you a detective badge

for all those keen observational skills?

Here's a question:

Prison sentence. 25-to-life variety.

Would you be willing to take
one of those for your unit?

Oh, that reminds me.

Here we go.

You recognize this man?

He's my brother.

Wallace Tufo.

Street name Crazy Eight.

Banger doing year 5 of a 12-year
bit on aggravated assault.

You know, I know a guy
who works gang unit.

Says Crazy Eight was a good kid

till he got six months
on a grand theft auto.

15 years old. Might've had a future.

But he got jumped in in juvie.

Wallace is a good man.

Made some bad friends is all.

Did you know that the original
suspect in that GTA

was a 13-year-old hopper
named Marcus Tufo?

Wallace doesn't cop to that joyride,

save his baby brother,

man, your life takes
a whole different trajectory.

Your brother's been up
for parole, what, three times?

Four.

Up again next month.

I'd be willing to make a call
on his behalf.

Oh, here we go, huh?

We got an ID
on one of the cargo thieves.

Detective Santos,

do I need to hang a tie on my doorknob?

You want privacy?
Go back to your IA hole.

We do real police work here.

We're gonna set up
at the suspect's place,

hope to make a bust.

Well, as much as I hate
to cut this short,

you heard the lady.

Duty calls.

Something calls.

Aren't you gonna be, like,
super late for choir?

I haven't been to choir
in, like, a week.

This boy I've been talking to,
Toby, balls down at the courts.

I told him we'd stop by.

You're sloppy.
You know, sooner or later,

Grandma Lorena's gonna figure it out.

go to choir,

tell the teacher you feel really sick.

It's a free pass all day.

Look at you, bad girl.

Who have you been sneaking out to meet?

Grandma Lorena. And you.

You have to lie to your mom
about seeing family?

That's messed up.

If you met my mom, you'd understand.

Well, I'm glad you're taking
a walk on the wild side.

It's cool to hang
with my long-lost cousin.

Did you ever think about,
you know, reaching out to me?

Every time anyone mentioned you,

Grandma would change the subject.

Said you lived out in Florida.

So, she basically pretended
I didn't exist.

I guess it's
just how she dealt with it...

Miguel in jail, and hating
your mom for keeping you away.

No offense.

God, 15 years,
and I've been 15 minutes away.

Just means we've got time
to make up for.

Yeah.

Do you have a fake or something?

No. But I've got two hands
and a baby-faced cousin.

Be cool, okay? The trick is
to just buy everything else.

$4.35.

What's in the bag?

It's my books.

It's not too late to call this off.

No, it ain't stage fright
that's eating me.

Then what?

Internal Affairs?

I'm good.

Ten minute warning.

Tufo, wait another five,

and then head to the middle of the bench

by the baseball field.

When Linklater comes, we'll box him in.

Copy that.

Those gears grind any louder,

I'm gonna have to turn up my walkie.

In my old hood, there was
this guy at the courts.

Rick.

Mean as he was big,
and the dude was big.

One day, this young punk decides
to step to.

How'd that work out for you?

Yeah, Rick is about to crack my skull

when my brother Wallace shows up.

The thing about Wallace is
he was the only brother

in Queens playing tennis.

He wanted to be the next Arthur Ashe.

He's standing there with his racket

and his little short shorts

and these goofy wrap-around glasses.

Rec-Specs.

Yes. Rec... Rec-Specs.

He warns Rick not to touch me again.

And Rick just laughs.

And Wallace goes buck wild,

breaks his racket on the dude's neck.

Rick never touched me again.

At least it has a happy ending.

The beat-down
Wallace gave Rick was nothing

on the hurt he gave me when we got home.

Said it was to teach me a lesson.

No one can save you
from what you've got coming.

I told myself
what we've been doing is right.

Bending the rules to fight the bad guys.

But with Sap and everything, I...

I don't know.

I wonder if we've been the
bullies all along, Harlee.

I can't shake the feeling
that somebody's about to give us

what we got coming.

You need to relax.

Internal Affairs is
setting up shop in there.

Look, the only way he gets
anything is if we let him.

Four o'clock.

And I hate to keep
the douchebags waiting.

Ugh!

I know.

You're shocked.

Nice.

Is that 15 rounds, center mass?

Good to see your arm didn't
slow you down.

You can play
all the mind games you want.

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

But are you a clean one?

Drug test. A female detective
will meet you in the bathroom.

Is this guy coming or what?

I'm getting sideways looks from
the Mommy and Me crowd.

Just keep your hands
out of your pockets.

Our ghost's a no-show.

I'm switching to plan B.

Want to tell me what that is?

You want to sound check your mic first?

You know what?
Throw all the bombs you want.

I'm not going anywhere.

The recording of me and Donnie.

Is that the only other one?

No.

The night that you first told me

that there was a rat in the crew.

Harlee, I swear to God,
if I hear something else,

- I'm gonna...
- No, that's it. That's it.

I'm gonna leave a message for Linklater.

Myself. He'll pop his head out for that.

I'll call you when he does.

And get that idiot out of my freezer.

Hold on, Linklater. I have
trouble avoiding potholes.

I'm serious. Are you sure
he said four o'clock?

Harlee?

Hold on, Tufo.

Detective Santos.

Shoplifting 40s.

That will look great on your
application to Juilliard.

Oh, 'cause musicians who drink
never get anywhere in the world?

You know, you're lucky that
that officer called me

instead of booking you.

I'm the one who convinced him
to call you.

Well, am I supposed to be
impressed by that, Cristina?

I don't know.

God, I don't know. But at some point,

you're gonna have to let me
out of the bubble wrap, Mom.

And don't think I don't know
whose neighborhood that was.

You mean Miguel's?

Yeah. That's how family works.

His family is my family.

Baby,

they are from a different world
than you.

I don't want you making
the same mistakes I did.

How much?

How much did you pay him to go away?

I mean, how much was his only
daughter worth to him?

Baby, I'm so sorry.

That's the thing, Mom.

You're not sorry.

Keep the doors locked.

Oh, so Miguel's neighborhood
is too sketchy,

but I can just wait outside a bar.

Got it.

Tommy was looking for you
about your guy in the freezer.

Don't worry. I'm getting him
out of your hair right now.

I told you I'd find you
when I was ready.

Were you expecting
to find somebody else back here?

Yeah. Tommy, the owner.

He special orders this from Cuba for me.

Can't get it in the store.

You know, the strangest thing
happened to me

when I flashed my badge out front.

Your friend Tommy told me to wait.

Then he scurried back here
and he escorted a man out.

A man with a severely damaged hand.

Can be a rough place.

- And yet here you are.
- Yeah. Not for long.

My daughter's waiting in the car.

Before you go, I've been meaning to ask:

the morning after Detective Pomp
was last seen,

you showed up at the precinct
with a cut under your eye.

I hope you stretched
before a reach like that.

You're gonna pull something.

I know. I know.
Normally I would agree with you.

But here's where it gets spooky.

Lieutenant Wozniak showed up
on the same day

with gashes
on the left side of his face.

I box. Local gym.

Guys there don't know
how to treat a lady.

You want to know what happened
to Wozniak?

Knock on his office door.

It's the one right across from yours.

If you tap long enough,

you will always find a weak spot.

How else do you think
I found your freezer?

You were in the Corps.

I was a Ranger myself.

But we had a lot of respect
for you fellas.

Marines, first in, last out.

I read the manual too.

Establish a rapport with your captor.

Get him to lower his guard.

Just save it.

I thought we had an
understanding, Marine.

I didn't come after you.
You didn't come after me.

You thought wrong, Ranger.

FBI picked you up right after
the heist, didn't they?

They must have ambitious plans for you

since they let you walk away.

They're not driving the bus anymore.

I am.

And you never wondered
why I didn't even blink

when you cost me $12 million?

It's because I'm a man who can
afford to lose $12 million.

You have no idea how much I would pay

for a man with your skill set.

Not being a rat is payment enough.

Agent Stahl.

How's your face?

Little on edge tonight?

Put the piece away, Harlee,

unless you're gonna shoot me
on your front stoop.

Come at me when my daughter's home.

Find out.

Oh, I know
what you're capable of, Harlee.

That's why I'm here.

Wozniak called for an
emergency meet at a warehouse.

Is it an ambush?

He doesn't share his playbook
with me anymore.

You made sure of that.

You and I are gonna
open his surprise together.

Would you holster your weapon,
and let's go.

Let me say good-bye to Cristina.

Two minutes.

You have him, don't you? Linklater?

Did Stahl call you
with a knot in his shaft?

I thought we took a step today.

But you were playing me the whole time.

The only one I played was Linklater.

Whichever way this goes,
you're in the clear.

Yeah, not so much.
Stahl is bringing me with him.

For some reason, he's wary of you.

Woz?

Can I count on you to back me?

You know, there was a moment

when Wozniak was choking me to death

when everything went dark.

There's no white lights.
There's no tunnel.

There's nothing.

I don't think there's
anything more after this.

Maybe there is,
and you're just not going there.

Maybe none of us are.

At times, I've been cavalier
in my approach to you, Harlee.

And I'm sorry
that things have gotten so...

- Disgusting? Pathetic?
- Out of hand.

That was never my intention.

Yeah, I've seen the videos.

I know all about your intentions.

My feelings for you
are nuanced. I'll admit that.

But watching you these past months,

watching you fight
to keep your life whole,

no matter how bad the deck's
stacked against you,

I admire you.

I hope we can at least be civil
to each other from now on.

Let's just get this over with.

Leave it to Wozniak to call a meet

on the set of a horror movie.

If it looks like a setup
and feels like a setup...

You got no choice but to go in anyway.

You brought your mommy along

to hide behind her skirt again?

Who the hell is this?

One of your, uh, flings?

Ha, ha.

Meet the artist formerly known
as Terrence Linklater,

AKA the ghost who masterminded
the armored car heist,

in the flesh.

Linklater was not your assignment.

No. It was yours.

And you said so yourself

the night that you brought me in.

Deliver the guy
who masterminded the heist,

and my debt is paid.

That was when I thought it was
impossible.

Well, be careful who you ask
for the moon.

Some maniac just might bring it to you.

Yeah, well, too bad this maniac didn't

read the fine print.

Yeah, I'll show you the fine print.

I'll stick my foot so far up your ass...

Okay, Woz, easy.

All right, Stahl is gonna fix this.

Because like you said to me
this morning,

you're a man of your word.

This is out of my hands, Harlee.

And it's not the agreement
Wozniak signed onto.

Then why don't we just call Gail Baker,

see who the bigger prize to the FBI is?

A crooked councilwoman
or an enemy of the state

who's already humiliated
the Bureau once.

I'd weigh my options if I were you,

but you don't have anything
to put on the scale.

Except proof of the dirt
that you and you

and your crew has done

that I can submit to the NYPD.

Don't forget I've got your greatest hits

that I can deliver to the FBI.

Mutually assured destruction.

You want to play?

It's a win-win, Stahl.

This is a career-maker for you.

Take the bust and the
corner office that goes with it,

and leave us the hell alone.

You know something? You two...

You do make one hell of a team.

We stick to the assignment. Julia Ayres.

She got my partner killed.

Your DNA is gonna be all over that.

I suggest you get rid of the body.

You know how to do that, right, Harlee?

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