Previously on "Shades of Blue"...
You think we got a shot at joint custody here?
I'm not the only one that got this.
She's an escort.
- What's your name? - Harlee.
You called her by my name.
What profile does that fit?
Obsession.
Wozniak isn't the informant.
- I am. - I have lost track
of what it means to wear that. I need some time away.
Donnie's dead.
It was self-defense.
We all have to carry our own sins...
- Or bury them. - Tell me what 574S
has to do with Detective Saperstein.
You botched this operation, Agent Stahl,
and then you have sex with me
already knowing I'd be your fall guy.
We stick to the assignment.
Julia Ayres got my partner killed.
Bianchi took it as a personal challenge.
There's gonna be blood.
They say there's a bullet waiting for us all.
You tell Ayres I can call hers in.
You force me to make an enemy tonight.
You and I have different priorities.
Good luck to you, Harlee.
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Julia.
Julia, are you hit?
NYPD. Give me some space.
Is the councilwoman the only target?
Is Bianchi going after anyone else?
All units respond Code 3.
10-34, shots fired, at WNBC.
Councilwoman Ayres is secured on the scene.
Repeat, this is a report of shots fired.
All units...
Shooter's dead.
Croatian national here on a tourist visa.
Interpol's checking for any known affiliations.
We both know who set this up. He just contracted it out.
- And missed. - This time.
Bianchi must think I'm the one who put the Feds onto him.
Woz is out looking for him right now.
Harlee, I don't know how we got here.
I would give anything to go back to start.
Yeah.
Me too.
Yes, come in.
The press pool is gathering.
Are you sure you don't need anything else, ma'am?
No, I'm fine, Austin. Just, uh, put those there,
and tell 'em we'll be down in five.
Thank you.
Yeah.
I think we should keep you in the blue family.
Well, you can't go on camera with blood on you.
I came here as your friend, all right?
Not as a stage prop.
Like it or not, this is the biggest story in New York.
Hell, it's even gone national.
Either you address the media tonight
or you address them on your front stoop tomorrow.
It's your choice.
Hey, I got a call my brother was here.
- Wallace Tufo? - You're the NYPD officer?
Yeah, that's me.
How bad is he?
Who did this?
- Forget about it. - No, I get a call
that the only family I got left is busted up in the hospital,
I'm gonna find out who put him there.
Quince.
Shot caller on Astoria.
Wallace, I left you alone for six hours
and you already back to running?
I had a debt to pay.
Drive a car from here to there.
Old lady runs a red, T-bones me.
Car was hot, so I had to ditch it.
Couple hours later, Quince and his boys found me.
That's the last thing I remember.
You've been out for one damn day.
I stood up for you, Wallace.
I owed the man.
He kept me safe on the inside.
Protection ain't free.
Marcus...
leave it be.
I got an off-the-books situation.
You turned in your badge.
Everything's off-the-books with you.
We're carrying heavy in the a.m.
- On who? - Some son of a bitch
that has it coming, and I need all the party favors.
Can you hook me up?
Jack Russell's a fine animal.
Not the biggest, but they got a lot of spirit.
You pit one of them against a Rottweiler
or German Shepherd, they'll fight to the death
just to be the alpha.
Must be why Max took such a liking to you.
You're both all balls, no brains.
I been looking for your boyfriend.
Went to his house,
to his restaurant,
to his clubs.
Where is Mr. Bianchi?
You're him, aren't you?
You're that crazy cop.
I told him a war with the NYPD was, well...
not a good idea.
He's been pretty good to me.
I don't care. I don't care.
He took care of my dad when he was sick.
I don't care.
Do you mind if, um...
If I have a smoke?
These things will kill you.
Check the clip...
Before you pull the trigger, sweetheart.
Get off me!
- Get off... - Tell me! Where is he?
I'm just a good lay to him. I'm nothing.
He almost killed a friend of mine tonight!
Come on, one more lie.
- Tell me one more lie! - Italy!
Italy! He's in Italy.
He said he needed to lay low for a while.
The old country?
That's what you're gonna go with?
It's the truth.
Whatever you want, I'll do it.
Please. Please... no, please.
You're lucky I like dogs.
- FBI! - Get on the ground!
Down on the ground! Spread 'em!
On the ground! Let's go!
All the way! Come on.
All right, get him up. Let's move.
Looks like you're planning on giving somebody
one heck of a wakeup call.
Me too.
Detective Carlos Espada, I'm Robert Stahl.
I'm with the FBI.
You're under arrest.
Sorry I missed you. Leave a message.
Caddie, it's Harlee again.
Don't disappear on me. Where are you?
Call me as soon as you get this.
Thought we were past the walk-of-shame phase.
I just have to go debrief Captain McManus.
I, uh, felt like you were having bad dreams.
You're not ready to hear my nightmares.
Try me.
I'm not ready to tell you.
After a shooting, it's normal to have
a certain amount of PTSD.
This isn't the first time I've fired my weapon.
First time you killed someone.
Could we speed this up, man?
I'd like to make my phone call.
That may take awhile, Detective.
Sunday shift.
Limited resources. You understand.
Yeah, no problem. I'm happy to reschedule.
Well, I'm afraid I can't help you there, Detective.
You are, uh, welcome to use mine if you want.
You assaulted a superior officer with pocket change?
A roll of quarters balled up in your fist
inflicts some serious hurt.
Can we go back and start with how you joined the unit?
That is how I joined the unit.
But you're not interested in all that.
You're here to interview our hero cop.
I'm interested in everybody.
A former member of your unit is running for mayor,
another member prevented her assassination.
And you're hoping being the boss's son
gets you an exclusive.
I'm hoping you finish your story.
Well, I'd just earned my gold shield,
the Manhattan North Homicide unit was, uh,
needing some estrogen. Hold on.
Detective Santos' desk.
No, no, no, still not back yet.
I don't know.
Anyway, this first grade detective
offered to take me under his wing,
although he was more tormentor than mentor.
And then when the jokes escalated to ass grabbing,
I got fed up, and I filed a sexual harassment complaint.
Up went the blue wall, and fast.
Tess, did you take an incoming call for me?
Only from every major news outlet from here to Tokyo.
Back to work less than 12 hours
after taking out an assassin,
- that is impressive. - Nate.
Are you here for your dad?
Sort of. Except he doesn't know it yet.
Is the old man working this weekend?
You could have solved that mystery with one phone call.
I'm writing a piece for the "Post."
I was actually hoping you'd sit down with me
for an interview.
Exactly what I was trying to avoid.
Gotta warn you, I can be tenacious.
Yeah. Last name Wozniak.
Seriously? Do you not watch the news?
I got a little sidetracked last night.
I didn't realize you were still on retainer
with this jackoff.
Espada? How did you get this phone?
Where are you?
Hey, wanna hear this or not? Hmm?
Edge of my seat.
So one night, he tries to unbutton my jeans.
And you introduced him to a fist full of Washington's.
And I felt pretty damn good about it too.
Until I was suspended without pay
pending an official review.
- Something wrong? - And then one night,
I, uh, was sitting in my apartment stewing,
and there's a knock at the door,
and I had never met your dad before,
but I'd heard about him, and he'd heard about me now,
and apparently, I was the kind of stubborn bitch
he was looking for.
When was the last time you saw Tufo?
A heavily connected dealer in Queens.
Who tuned up your brother.
Yeah, put him in Intensive Care Unit,
and I need to have a conversation with the man.
Are we arresting him after this "conversation"?
Well, God knows what kind of illegal activity we'll find
- on the premises. - So we wait till tomorrow.
- Go in with a warrant. - Wallace is on parole.
They could put him back in just for associating.
I mean, normally, I'd blaze in with the crew,
except there ain't no crew.
And Espada is MIA.
What constitutes "associating"?
Mike, this is personal. This is family.
This is also dangerous and I need backup.
Man, I'm asking for your help. Right now.
All right? Right now.
I would like to extend my deepest gratitude
to the bravery of the NYPD,
and in particular to Detective Harlee Santos
whose courage under fire saved my life
and the lives of countless others.
Over a three-point bump in online polls and rising.
Well, we'll see what kind of figure she cuts
doing a perp walk on the 11:00 news.
Every step Ayers takes closer to the mayor's office
makes the burden of proof that much higher.
In 12 hours, we should have it straight from her mouth.
You're confident that Wozniak will finally surrender?
Well, if not, our sad little guest over there
will be processed and moved to MCC.
Putting a cop in Metro,
you're throwing him in a shark tank.
Let him get eaten.
We'll see how long Wozniak's crew stands by him.
Where's Stahl keeping him?
Downtown. The FBI detention center.
It had to be the assassination attempt.
He felt Julia slipping away
and he reacted by picking up Espada.
I should have finished him off
when I had my hands around his throat.
- Do we tell the crew? - Get them more pissed off
and paranoid than they already are?
Let me get Espada first.
You know what that's gonna take.
Stringing Stahl along wasn't gonna work forever.
Hey, Tufo's not answering. Do you think he's hot enough
to move against this Quince guy on his own?
Well, his brother's lying in Mercy with a cerebral edema,
and he asked Espada for enough weapons
- to fuel a small revolution. - You know what?
Arrest the dealer before Tufo gets to him, okay?
Nate. Hey, you okay?
- What happened? - Nothing.
- I mean, I'm working. - Is your mom all right?
She's fine, Dad.
I'm writing a freelance on your unit.
How Councilwoman Ayres' time here saved her life.
Think I can get an interview?
You know, there's nothing I'd like to do more,
but I just can't do it right now.
I can't. Later?
Scumbags don't keep banker's hours.
My next tattoo.
What, are we gonna pretend we're selling
Girl Scout cookies?
Be better if we were in uniform.
I'd prefer Espada's arsenal. Where is he?
Rough night, rougher morning.
He's in no condition to help anyone,
- including himself. - Drop the weapon!
NYPD. I'd listen to him, sweetheart.
You got the AK, Karen. Just smoke 'em.
- Guns down now! - Police.
- On the floor! - Put 'em down!
We've already been through that part.
You're in no position to be laying out terms, hero.
Maybe you ain't notice, but baby girl here's packing
an automatic. 19 rounds per second.
- Yo, Loman. - Yeah?
Baby girl blinks, you drop her ass first.
- Easy, Tufo. - No need.
Baby girl ain't gonna light up a room full of cops
with the little man watching, now, is she?
Adrian, get to your room.
Look, I'm not telling anybody what to do.
I prefer to lead by example.
Harlee, don't even think about it.
Now you've got a choice.
Let's think about what you do next.
You can waste a bunch of cops,
assuming they don't waste you back,
you spend the rest of your life in solitary,
or we can have a conversation.
Conversation is his dumbass brother wrecked my delivery car.
Ditched a high-value shipment.
- Where's the car now? - Where you think?
- The ride was stolen. - Police impound.
All right, well, the good news is, we're police.
Why don't you let us help you out.
Can you be more specific, dollface?
We liberate the vehicle,
deliver it to you,
and his brother's debt is paid.
Forever.
Did I have a stroke? Because it sounds like
you promised to steal a car from NYPD
for the banger who just tried to kill us.
I say we place an anonymous call.
Make sure SWAT finds a pound of smack in Quince's bedroom.
And he implicates your brother for trafficking
before the arrest report is filed.
Is that what you want? I'm looking for payback.
And you thought you'd get it by banging through the door
with no badge and a set of brass knuckles?
Loman had a badge. I was an observer.
Wait, wait, wait. You turned in your shield?
I'm taking some time to evaluate.
How's day one working out?
Hey, I'm here to see Carlos Espada.
I'm his attorney.
Matt Wozniak, esquire.
You could have at least worn a suit, Matt.
I wanna talk to him now.
No, not here. There's no visitors here.
Not until he's three hots and a cot at Metro.
This is what happens when you don't play ball with me.
The rest of your team gets to pay for your arrogance.
He doesn't know anything about Julia.
You're drilling a dry hole,
but I'm sure you're used to that by now.
I'm not even looking for anything from him.
I'm collecting on your debt.
So at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow,
Detective Carlos Espada of the 64th precinct
is going to be arraigned in U.S. District Court,
and after that, it's out of both our hands,
so you should start looking at group rates
- on a really good lawyer. - Yeah?
And you're never gonna get who you're really after.
I'm not getting her now.
So that's it. It's over.
I know it's hard playing the martyr
when you're inflicting all this damage
on everybody around you. So go ahead.
You protect one lousy whore for the mob.
Or... you wear the wire.
You get Councilwoman Ayres on record
and you deliver it to me.
Not in a week, not in a month,
but soon enough for me to stop Espada's arraignment.
Your brother really did a number on this.
Wasn't his fault. Some senior lady ran a light.
I'm thinking Tess shows up here
in about an hour with a low-cut blouse,
bats her eyes at our friend at the gate
and then asks for help
with a vehicle on the other side of the lot.
And when officer slick busts a move,
I drive the Civic through the exit.
Close. I drive it out.
Then I drop it off with you and Loman
at the precinct,
and then you can take it to Quince.
Well, it's my brother,
and just because you crashed Quince's crib
does not mean you get to call the plays.
I mean, as far as I'm concerned, you can head back to the bench.
Okay, coach, but unless you know
how to replace a distributor cap on a '96 Civic,
this engine's not turning over.
That's gonna make up for selling out the people
that risked their lives for you every damn day?
All I've ever cared about
is protecting this family.
Look I shouldn't have lied to you,
and I'm sorry.
- But consider one thing. - Oh, this should be good.
If I hadn't of crashed Quince's,
you'd be a Jackson Pollock all over his wall right now.
I'll go find you that distributor cap.
you got a gluten-free option on the menu.
Just took a dump in front of two meth heads
and you're over here cracking jokes?
This is on you.
Oh, because you're such a choir boy?
You've made choices too, my friend.
I thought you and Harlee made a deal with the Feds.
- We did. - But what?
You had to give up a pound of flesh,
- and I was the most disposable? - What?
You're lucky I can't come over there
and slap that sourpuss right off your face.
Anyone ever tell you that you blow at giving pep talks?
Listen, keep your shoulders back.
You're a cop on the inside.
Stop sulking and don't show any weakness.
They arraign me in the morning.
Even if I beat the charges, my career's over.
I'm figuring out a play to get you out of here,
but in the meantime, stand tall.
Figuring out?
As in you don't have one.
You're walking out of here a free man tomorrow.
You have my word.
Home safe.
Damn it!
Indisputable fact, Harlee.
Nobody knows where a man's skeletons are buried
like the woman in his life.
That doesn't mean she has something to say,
and I don't think Stahl lets people in like that.
He compartmentalizes.
Maybe now.
But there has to be a reason for that.
He didn't turn into a psycho overnight.
You learn how to hide 'cause someone's chasing you.
If anybody knows who's chasing Stahl, it's her.
Look, if I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but if I'm right,
we're having Bloody Marys with Espada tomorrow morning.
I'll punch through the final bell with you, Woz.
I will, but you have to realize
that Stahl has you locked in a corner.
We're not there yet.
Well, then I think that you have the best chance
with the former Mrs. Stahl.
I mean, you helped her secure full custody.
Yeah, but you share a common problem.
We don't want any. I only answered
'cause I have a sick kid napping.
Wait, Marta Stahl?
I owe you an apology.
I'm the woman from the video.
The whore?
I need your help.
I'm worried that he's gonna kill me.
Your ex-husband follows me.
Sometimes every day.
I'll come out of a store,
and he'll just be standing there.
Watching. He doesn't say a word.
He's just taunting me.
Did you call the police?
He looks like an altar boy and works for the FBI.
How does that play out?
What is it you want from me?
He did that?
And worse.
Winning really matters to Robert.
It's the only reason he wanted joint custody of Justin.
But he lost.
He lost because of that video.
Are you saying you did me a favor?
I'm... I'm saying that...
that now I need something like that,
and I'm praying that you can give it to me.
Look, you don't owe me anything,
but I'd appreciate any information
that could give me a fighting chance.
You know, you might have mentioned
that I was a lone badge before we kicked the door down.
Would it have made a difference?
- Maybe. - Listen, man.
I'm grateful, all right? And if you ever need anything,
you just let me know. I'll be the first one in.
No questions asked.
But you gotta stop pretending
like you're a victim of circumstance.
Nah, I was a victim of a half-baked plan.
You're a grown man.
You knew what we went there to do.
To take down a criminal. Not do his work for him.
A man's survival depends on his ability to adapt.
You could justify just about anything with that.
Take a stand or get out the way.
- Okay. - Okay.
But I'm looking at that trunk before we deliver anything
to that son of a bitch.
Third option. I send your ass back to church.
- And where is Harlee? - On assignment.
I'm the designated car thief.
Well, I wasn't looking to involve you, Woz.
First in a moron-a-thon of misjudgments.
My brother is busted up,
in debt to this drug dealer.
I mean, I didn't have a lot of options.
Nah, you probably wouldn't
when you turn your back on your friends.
Hey, yeah, I got the car.
- What do you got? - It's still a Hail Mary.
The ex-wife gave me the name of the woman
at the center of Stahl's career issues.
What, a psychiatrist?
The widow of his dead partner,
the dead partner that has him so focused on Julia.
The partner killed while undercover?
That's the story.
- Well, what's the address? - And that's the hiccup.
The widow was offered witness protection.
Witness protection?
What the hell did she do?
I guess when your husband gets whacked
while undercover with the mafia,
the Bureau offers you protection.
Witsec is more than a hiccup.
I mean, we have less than 16 hours.
Where do we even get started?
I think I might know.
- You're telling me that? - You can't just...
Ours is not the only house divided.
Let me remind you why we're here.
- Why we... okay. - We're stealing a car
from police impound
- for a drug dealer! - Shh.
All in a day's work for this unit.
Or an hour and a half.
Okay. We're doing this one thing for me.
We're looking in the trunk.
It's a shipment of Rolexes for all we know.
Or a shipment of guns. Or a dead body.
Well, we're never gonna find out
'cause I'm not gonna open the damn thing.
So you don't care who gets hurt?
Of course he does. Especially if it's his brother.
Who all of a sudden canonized you, Loman?
I just wanna do the job that I signed up for.
We're a team!
We're supposed to be looking out for each other.
If that's broke, then nothing else works.
Why is that so hard for you to understand?
If people get hurt in service of our needs,
then we're the broken ones.
You really think you're better than us?
Let me remind you of something. I saved your ass.
I saved your ass twice. Covering up my mistake,
an honest mistake, that was you saving me?
What do you mean "an honest mistake"?
You killed a man.
You killed a man and you're still a cop.
When was the second time, Woz? Hmm?
Tell me. When was it?
'Cause I forget. You know, don't tell me.
Tell them.
You can whine,
you can sulk,
you can lecture,
you can make all the judgments you want.
It doesn't change the fact that you're a dirty cop.
Ever since you killed that unarmed black man
and lied about it,
you became a dirty cop.
Detective Loman?
Are you Detective Loman?
- Who's asking? - I'm Nate Wozniak.
I'm Matt's son.
That's some bad luck.
I'm interviewing his crew for a news article.
Can you spare a few minutes?
New guy on the squad, huh?
You still learning the ropes?
You know, some days I feel like
I'll never get a full grasp.
Yeah.
You okay if I record this?
Why not?
Okay.
Uh, I don't want this to be a puff piece.
- I'd love some texture. - Mm.
Interesting cases, unusual stories.
Warts and all.
Can you think of any?
Well, there's the two murders your dad covered up.
Or the multimillion-dollar heist of federal money
he orchestrated with a missing Internal Affairs officer.
Why don't we just start with where the bodies are buried.
Burned.
Not buried.
You really don't know your dad, do you?
The tikka masala and a side of dal.
Intimidation of a federal officer is a class C felony.
We just wanna have a conversation with you.
Thanks, but I prefer my own company.
I imagine it gets lonely when you're the scapegoat.
You disappeared right after
the FBI heist investigation went sideways.
Your skill sets do extend
beyond extortion and grand larceny.
What backwater place
did the FBI ditch your career in?
Mail fraud.
And you have until dispatch answers
to convince me not to report you.
Molly, we have a serious problem.
This is Agent Molly Chen.
Violent Crime desk, Brooklyn-Queens, please.
It's Stahl. He's unstable.
He's become obsessed with me and none of us feel safe.
You've met his boss. File a complaint.
The Feds don't care how the sausage is made.
- They just want the results. - They're transferring me now.
Molly, we watched him kill a man
right in front of us, cold blood.
You've got that tinge in the pit of your stomach
because you've seen flashes of what I'm talking about.
The ego, the recklessness,
the sadism.
Stahl's dead partner,
his wife is in the witness protection program.
We need to talk to her.
Witsec files are sealed and top secret.
But not if you have clearance.
Which I don't. Not anymore.
Well, maybe you know somebody who does.
Even if I could pry one open, it's a federal crime.
Look, Stahl doesn't even feel like a man
unless he's manipulating a woman.
He crawls inside your head to all the places you feel safe,
and he takes them.
But you know that because he's done it to you.
You're right, Harlee.
He's cutthroat and erratic,
which is exactly why I don't want back on his radar.
Duck and cover. The FBI way.
We're not gonna mention your name.
But Stahl's getting more cutthroat by the hour.
You need to help us stop him.
Molly, if we don't stand up to him,
nobody else will.
You ever approach me again,
I'll call Gail Baker directly.
We pull the transport over.
We say that we're U.S. marshals,
and that we made a mistake.
And then we just pull Espada out,
and... and then we just take him.
What? It worked for Rossi.
You have that friend,
that counterfeiter. She owes you a favor.
Just get her to make us some badges.
What do you really wanna do?
Woz, look at me.
You gotta make a decision.
You said it yourself, we don't do something now,
Espada's done.
Everything that Julia's done for us?
I understand.
But just so you understand that not making a choice is a choice.
I-I can't choose to be a rat.
Just like I can't choose to... to breathe underwater.
That's just not gonna happen.
We've reached the last stop on the line.
Wh... what's this "we"?
You made your deal. You're free and clear.
So why don't you just go, and I'll...
Because I love you!
And selfishly, I want us all together.
You, me,
Espada, Tess, Tufo.
Safe.
And whole.
H-how?
How did you do it?
Wear a wire? How do you do that?
Threw up.
I never felt so alone in my life.
But then I reminded myself what I have to live for,
and I focused on that and nothing else.
You just have to remind yourself what you have to live for.
I'm not sure anymore.
Look, I won't lie.
It'll be the hardest thing you ever do.
You'll never be able to look at yourself the same.
It's a terrible choice,
one I don't envy.
But when I look at the scales, I see them tipped one way.
Now, you may see them different,
but I know what decision I'd make.
Latest numbers. Congratulations.
You just became the dark horse candidate.
Your debt is paid.
Okay.
Pour it like you mean it.
Detective Harlee Santos.
I have a delivery for Special Agent Robert Stahl.
Criminal Investigations. Can I help you?
11th hour.
I was already prepping Espada for transfer.
Where's Wozniak?
- He wasn't up for it. - That doesn't surprise me.
Even Napoleon was a no-show surrender.
Too proud to hand over his sword, I guess.
At least he fought his own battles.
So she's on here?
Loud and clear.
Indictable evidence?
You have it.
All right.
Well, I guess now that Wozniak has fulfilled his contract...
Our relationship is going to have to evolve into something
a little more civil.
It's not a relationship
if only one person has a choice in it.
You always had a choice, Harlee.
You just didn't make the right choice until now.
We can finally agree on something.
I appreciate you talking to me.
You were there?
Hard place to find.
I always knew someone would come asking.
Who told you about us?
Robert's ex-wife.
Robert tried to convince me that she didn't know.
- She knew. - An affair?
Yes.
She's in witness protection.
I am a very good detective.
And that's what you knew
someone would come asking about?
I knew someone would come asking about
how Robert got my husband killed.
I thought you enjoyed eavesdropping
on my conversations.
She is not well, Harlee.
She doesn't know what she's saying.
I think you should hear her out.
I mean, I traveled all night to bring that here for you.
I'm sending Espada to Metro.
He'll be arraigned by noon.
I made copies on the train.
Julia Ayres didn't get your partner killed.
- You did. - I told you.
Julia Ayres outed my partner,
an FBI agent,
to her mafia benefactor.
Two days after I briefed her,
his tongue showed up here
in a gift-wrapped box.
Only he shouldn't have still been undercover.
You kept him there because you were obsessed with his wife.
That had nothing to do with it.
We were on the verge of the biggest mob bust
- since John Gotti! - That's not how she puts it.
She says you took advantage,
emotionally manipulated her,
and how she tried to end your affair
when her husband told her he was punching out of his assignment
and coming home.
The job wasn't done.
Yeah, but you were already hooked,
and you and I both know nothing gets in between you
and your desires.
You extended your partner's undercover assignment
over and over again, playing the sympathetic friend.
Bucking him up and putting him back in the ring
with no end in sight.
Alan was my friend.
I didn't play anybody.
I didn't play anything, and he knew the risks!
This isn't just dressing up some prostitute
and calling her by your asset's name.
This is criminal negligence.
Julia Ayres exposed him.
She is the villain here.
Is that what you tell yourself?
Because somewhere underneath all that rage
and twisted passion,
there's a real person trying to reconcile
what happened to his partner.
My arrest, getting Wozniak,
pursuing Ayres,
it's not vengeance.
You screwed us so you could save yourself!
Make a call.
I want Espada out by the time I get downstairs.
And then I never hear from you again.
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