- Previously on "Shades of Blue"...
- You're not gonna shoot me.
- I shot an innocent man
because I can't stop seeing Stahl.
- Five victims. They're all dead.
- Parker? - You knew him?
- He's my partner.
NYPD Intelligence Unit.
- I think you knew your partner was in danger.
Do you know who would want to kill him?
- Parker was meeting a dock worker named Orlando,
only Orlando was too scared to show.
- What was Orlando so afraid of?
- Hello, Matt. I need a little favor.
Happy to repay it.
- Ramsey has Quince.
- How did Intel know where to find Quince?
- 'Cause they have reach, Harlee.
- And you want to deliver Orlando to them?
- No, I want you to.
- They killed one of their own men.
I'm not gonna deliver a man to his death.
- You have to do it.
I'm not starting a war with the secret police.
I want things back to the way they were.
- And I don't.
I'll stand alone.
- Seriously, I like it.
It's nice to see you happy for a change.
- No!
No, no!
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- Come on.
- Harlee.
I know there isn't anything that I could say
that'll... - So don't try.
- I'm gonna find whoever did this.
- We already know who did this.
Me.
Okay? I killed him.
- Harlee, no...
- Don't!
- Just let me feel it!
I want to remember exactly how this feels.
- Trust me, you don't forget.
- Harlee, you don't got to be strong.
We got that part covered.
- I should've been there.
- Then it'd be you under the sheet.
- I mean... I mean, I could've stopped it.
- Harlee, this wasn't your fault.
- Harlee, you can't take this on!
- Intelligence already did.
- Look at me. Look at me.
I'm gonna handle this.
Whatever it takes,
I'm gonna make this right.
- Nothing will ever make this right.
Anything on the first sweep? - Nothing that stands out.
We're still processing the vehicle for prints.
- Hey, unless you want to be cleaning carpet stains
for the rest of your career,
the results come to me first.
You got it? - Yeah.
- Me.
- What would you do, Woz?
Would you stand down?
- They took him from me.
- And I can't let them take you too.
Go home.
Cristina's gonna be worried.
- I could take care of her.
- No. I need to tell her.
And then I need to call Gail Baker.
- What? Why do you want to involve FBI?
- Because I saw Stahl.
- Harlee...
We're not gonna let you stand alone.
- Yeah, I'll drive you.
- No, I think I want to walk.
- It's about time. Shouldn't it be the teenager
stumbling in so late that it's early?
- Cristina.
- It's okay. I'm cool with
playing responsible for the day.
Maybe tomorrow, we can return to
regularly scheduled programming?
It's my way of asking if I can go out
with Michaela tonight,
but at least I'm asking with juice.
Mom, what is it?
- Baby, something terrible's happened.
- What is it?
Nava's dead.
He's gone.
- Looks like the party waited for us.
- I told them to. This guy's ours.
- So he traveled all the way from here
to Nava's place just to mug somebody?
That feel right to you?
- His fingerprints were at the scene.
That's the only story I need.
NYPD! Show me your hands!
- I get surprised, you get shot!
- Cesar, you here?
- Clear. - Clear.
- Surprise.
- Get me an ambulance out here.
- Forget the pretense. Call the coroner.
- This is Nava's killer? I don't get it.
- Hey, Lieutenant Wozniak in here?
- Five years for assault,
the first thing this guy does when he gets out
is kill the ADA that put him away, then hangs himself?
- Bad morning all around.
This guy killed Nava?
- His prints were all over Nava's car.
Didn't exactly place himself on the Mount Rushmore of crime.
- Check this out.
Looks like defensive wounds.
And that bruising right there?
Definitely didn't come from that belt.
- Well, maybe he struggled when he was hanging there.
- Guess suicide wasn't his forte either.
- If it was suicide at all.
- "Yes, Lieutenant.
"I'll go round up the neighbors
"and take some statements, 'cause I'm a cop,
"and that's what I do for a living.
That's how I get paid."
Come on!
This isn't gonna be a popular call,
but we're not gonna ask any questions.
- Boss. This isn't some random case.
If someone killed this guy...
- For now,
they get away with it.
As far as anybody on the outside is concerned,
Stretch was a troubled ex-con
who couldn't deal.
- That's not gonna be good enough for Harlee.
- Harlee's not gonna know.
If she thinks there's a thread that leads to Intelligence,
she's gonna go right after Ramsey.
- She won't be going alone.
- She can go with God's own thunder.
It's not gonna matter.
- The Intelligence Unit is untouchable. I get it.
Cloaked in blue, beyond the chain of command.
But do we have to help them cover up a murder?
- To keep Harlee safe,
yes.
- Detective Santos, Director Baker
is clearing time for you.
If you'll just have a seat...
- Granting oversight is not a license to mismanage,
even for y...
- I saw him.
- You know the FBI doesn't have an open-door policy, right?
- Apparently, you don't have a policy
on catching rogue agents either.
- You saw Stahl. - On the J train to Manhattan.
He's in New York.
- Look, Harlee.
If we had anything new on Stahl,
anything to put him in the area,
you would be the first to hear about it.
- I know what I saw.
He's back.
- At this point, I doubt he could afford a bus ticket.
- That's not gonna stop him.
- There's been no indication
that Robert Stahl has come back to New York.
No contact with any known associates,
no attempt to see his son.
- He's not gonna telegraph his intentions.
- Even an obsessive can move on
when his primary fantasy has been broken.
I believe his was shattered beyond repair.
- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Special Agent Katie Myers, Phoenix office.
- Agent Myers has been tracking Stahl
for four months in Arizona.
- Stahl's clever, but so are we.
Even former FBI agents run out of resources.
We burned three different aliases.
Two in Phoenix, one outside of Yuma.
Last contact was on State Route 19,
just north of the Mexican border.
- And that's where you think he is, Mexico?
- As far as we know, yes.
- I saw him last night! I'm not crazy!
- I know what it's like to be a victim, Detective.
How it plays with your mind.
It's not fair for anyone to have that power.
Believe me, I want to find Robert Stahl
just as much as you do.
- Then you have a lot to prove.
- Ugh, is this guy gonna show or what?
What do you think? Five more minutes?
Yo, Tufo.
- What?
- I know it's a rough day, but I need you to be focused.
- Just doesn't feel like the time
to be running protection,
especially with Woz back to work.
You talk to Harlee?
- I stopped by her house.
She wasn't home.
She knows we have her back.
Oh, damn. This just got more fun.
- Not for him.
- NYPD! Hands on your head!
- Oh, no, you guys got me.
- Shut up.
- Yo, what the...
- Ooh. - Ladies.
Man, I should get a discount
for this kind of abuse, you know?
- Well, we had an audience.
We had to sell it.
- Ah-ah-ah.
Keep it shut.
I do not want to know what you're transporting.
- All right.
You know, I never thought that I'd feel so safe,
riding with cops.
Hey, listen, uh...
I got some friends, right?
And I know that they would pay top dollar
to ride with New York's finest.
- Oh, you got some friends? Who?
- Uh, it's this fence, right?
And I mean, he moves, like, a lot of cash.
- Sorry. Referrals not accepted.
- Right. We only work with scum we know.
- I'm just trying to contribute to y'all's retirement fund.
- Oh, yeah?
Because if we hear any talk on the streets
about this arrangement, your next ride is free.
And one-way.
- You think he was strangled?
- Windpipe looked crushed. A belt doesn't do that.
- And Harlee doesn't know anything?
- For her own good. Why?
- She sure looks like someone who knows something.
I'm just gonna... - Why wasn't I told?
Espada, why wasn't I brought into the scene?
- There wasn't much to be done there.
- Really?
- Look, I swear to God, it wasn't my call.
- Which part?
The part where you skipped me on the forensics
or where you ID'd the killer,
found the body, processed the scene,
and neglected to tell me any of it?
- Woz thought the case was too close to home.
He's not wrong.
- You don't get to make that call.
And neither does Woz.
- Harlee.
Cesar Molina.
His prints were all over Nava's car.
Nava put him away five years ago for assault.
He was released two weeks ago.
- Revenge killing?
- We think so, yeah.
- Then why off himself right after?
- Maybe he don't want to go back in.
- Just happened to put his prints all over the car?
I didn't say he was smart.
- No sign of foul play?
- No, nothing.
- This is why you lose at poker.
- Harlee, you want to see him? I'll take you to the morgue.
They're gonna give you the same answers.
- You're not giving me answers!
Loman, let's go.
- Uh, go where?
- Like you didn't hear everything?
You got more tells than Espada.
- You made a mistake last night.
- If I made it, it wasn't a mistake.
- I would have delivered your witness myself.
We were playing so nice,
till your girl drove off with my end of the deal.
I only play nice once.
- A good man got killed.
- Then I sincerely hope she learns from the experience.
Cause and effect.
- I got the guy that did it.
He was hanging at his house,
an apparent suicide.
Unless you look closer.
- And if you decide not to?
- Then I'd expect a guarantee of Harlee's safety.
- She could've guaranteed that herself.
- One thing I learned overseas...
it's the loose ends that can come back to bite you.
You're moving so fast, you can't catch all of yours.
- I'd make sure I could control my own crew
before I made promises, Lieutenant.
- I still want Quince.
- I'm afraid that deal has expired.
- Oh, your witness is dead. It costs you nothing.
Quince had me shot.
Consider it a gesture of good faith.
- You want to know what I learned overseas?
You make your own advantage.
If I have food, I make sure everyone's starving.
If I have the high ground,
I wait.
And if I have one bullet left and the enemy is closing in...
- I control my fate.
- Your dealer stays where he is.
But I'm impressed that you found me.
- Cesar Molina's being prepped for autopsy.
I'm afraid we can't show you the body.
- Well, I need the report as soon as you get it.
- I'll have it sent to the precinct.
- Just call me directly.
- Will do.
- Wait.
I need to see another case.
- What does he keep in his safe?
- Case files, as far as I know.
He must have been rushed, or he would have said more.
- Explains why the phone was smashed.
He was probably trying to use it when they attacked.
- Try again. The text said 1-2-4...
- I know the numbers.
- Harlee...
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
- I'm fine.
- It's okay. We'll figure it out.
- The safe was a shot in the dark.
Those numbers could mean anything.
Can you just give me a minute?
I'll meet you down in the car.
- Sure.
- You know what I was thinking?
This would be a great day to be a criminal.
All the supervision in one place.
- Thinking of running a stop sign?
- Or robbing a bank.
Moving somewhere sandy, just you, me,
the ukulele I'd learn to play.
All the time in the world.
- Your friend didn't tell me it would be two stops.
- Pssh. What do you care?
We're paying you twice your rate.
- Keep with the attitude,
you'll be walking to your next stop.
- Aw. There goes your five-star rating.
Keep it running.
Oh, man.
Ugh!
- Easy.
We just want the other bag of cash.
- I'm not a big sharer.
- How long has this been going on?
- Since the demotion.
I needed cash, Woz.
New York is still New York.
- You should've come to me.
- What, after you got shot?
I-I didn't think you needed
another "woe is me" speech from me.
- And what the hell were you doing?
- I recused myself.
- Ah, noble.
What were you carrying?
- I don't even know.
Uh, they must have been fencing something high-dollar,
'cause the runner had a lot of cash.
- This is why we don't provide cover
or hold product for anyone.
- It wasn't drugs.
We said no to drugs.
- The streets don't care.
You had their cash and you lost it.
Now we're all on the hook for it.
- Yeah, but to who? - I don't know.
- Well, I bet you they know who you are.
- I might have a way to find out.
- Then find out.
It's time we got back on offense.
- Hard to believe.
I was the first one to even turn this thing on.
- There's a protocol with evidence.
I-I'm guessing you skipped a few steps.
- Yeah, I had to. You gave up looking!
- Because we found the guy that did it!
- Oh, that's right. Convenient suicide.
All wrapped up in a bow.
Question is, who are you gift-wrapping for?
- Harlee, this has got to stop.
- No!
Not when every instinct in me says
that Ramsey's behind this.
- These instincts haven't been doing you any favors lately.
- Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.
- Harlee, sit down, please.
I want to protect you.
- What, you think it was a coincidence
that hours after Intelligence loses Orlando,
he winds up collateral damage
in an unrelated attack on Nava?
- Listen to me.
You killed a man, thinking that it was Stahl.
You're seeing things that aren't there, Harlee.
Part of you is still trapped in that cabin.
It's clouding your judgment,
and I need you to trust mine.
- It was a mistake.
He wasn't supposed to be part of it.
- How would you know that unless you were there?
- I wasn't. I wasn't, I swear!
- Who killed Nava?
- I can only tell you who ordered it,
and he tends to outsource.
- But you knew.
You knew and you didn't stop it.
- I found out after. I wasn't involved.
Why would I be here if I was?
- I don't know.
Death wish?
- I'm trying to help you.
- Help me?
A huge part of my life
died on that sidewalk last night,
and you let that happen!
My whole crew thinks I'm crazy.
I think I was better off before you started helping me.
- Before this is over, my help might save your life.
- Don't you dare play savior. If it weren't for...
- For what?
Your own choice to turn that car around?
The dumb luck that you showed up at the Sunrise
when you did?
You're not crazy. It's all connected.
This is what I know.
Ramsey was working with two longshoremen,
Orlando and Morris,
to smuggle illegal cargo through the docks.
You took out Morris at the Sunrise,
so Ramsey needed Orlando.
- Why?
- Because they were trying to give evidence
to Internal Affairs.
A shipping container that arrived
the day of the Sunrise... I think my partner had them
hide it at the yard and change the ID number.
- But if Orlando had the number,
then why did Ramsey have him killed?
- 'Cause it went bad.
Your friend...
he got in the way.
Tried to protect Orlando.
- What was in the container?
- I don't know. Ramsey wasn't sharing.
- Why risk trusting me?
- 'Cause I couldn't save my partner.
Thought you might be able to help
expose what he died for.
- You want something from me,
you and I need to come to an understanding.
- The understanding is simple, Captain.
I do my job, you take the credit.
- Tempting, but I haven't risen to this position
by fronting vigilantism.
- Hard work and competency, no doubt.
- Or tripping over the NYPD's most powerful entity.
- All our crew wants is our little corner of Brooklyn.
- That'd be a start.
- Then I need Detectives Tufo and Nazario
off patrol and back on my team immediately.
- After their disciplinary probation,
I'll review their appeal.
- Assurances were made.
- You're not hearing me, Lieutenant.
Captain McManus no longer leads this precinct.
I do.
You agree to run anti-crime
with a modicum of accountability,
I'll be your biggest champion,
but your days of running roughshod
through this community are over.
- I built this unit from the ground up
20 years ago.
You guys come and go so often,
I confuse you with the furniture.
But the unit always stands, and you know why?
- Your people skills?
- Commitment.
Commitment and results.
- Results are a team effort,
a team assigned by this desk.
Anything else, Lieutenant?
- Yo, you actually look like you know what you doing.
- Little brother, all growed up in his patrol blues.
There somewhere we can talk?
How's the job treating you?
- Monotonous as the one I had in prison,
but feels like an accomplishment
at the end of the day.
- Well, accomplishment is a good feeling.
- Yeah.
So is the end of the day.
Yeah.
- Yo, I need a favor.
- Arrest a hooker.
- No, no, I'm above that, currently.
I was hoping you could reach out to your old connects.
We need to find a fence operating off Fulton.
- They're a dime a dozen.
- Yeah, but this one's gonna be aggravated.
He lost a lot of cash today.
- It must be important, you want me
to take a step toward that life.
- Only because I trust you to come back.
- It's amazing you're in school.
I'd be, like, fetal under my couch.
- I don't really want to talk about it.
- Oh, my God.
- First the thing with your dad
and then your mom in the hospital...
- Low-key, please.
- And now the best thing to come along in forever,
a really great guy...
It's okay not to be okay.
- I'm sorry, is something funny?
- Oh, no. I love telenovelas.
- One more time?
- Nothing, just the daddy issues,
the hospital,
the single-mama drama...
- You're such a bitch, Lily.
- No, no.
Let her continue,
since my life is clearly so interesting to her.
Not really.
Your mom's, though... damn.
All these men that keep dying around her...
Scandalous.
- You want scandalous?
- Cristina, no!
- Girls, break it up!
- Where you at? - Right here, right here!
- You sure this is our guy?
- His name is Handles,
and he's been turning the streets upside down
for a payment lost in transit.
- It was stolen.
I got the facial trauma to prove it.
- You wear it well, like an accessory.
- Shut your mouth, or we'll see who wore it best.
- Well, I'm not sure I'm doing you a favor
by making the intro. This guy's no joke.
This is the part
where you turn back into a civilian.
- Yeah.
- Woz, we got a problem.
- We're on quite a streak.
A scale from one to ten.
- Harlee had Loman
request a warrant to access the Red Hook dockyard.
- That's a number from one to ten?
How'd you find out?
- I saw a copy on Loman's desk.
It's got to be connected.
The longshoreman who got killed with Nava
worked at Red Hook.
- What's the target?
- It's a shipping container.
The ID code is 1-2-4-5...
- All right, all right. Just text it to me.
- Trouble at the farm?
- Nothing that Espada can't get me to fix.
Which one of you guys is Handles?
- ¿Quien pregunta?
- The guy you're looking for,
only you don't know it yet.
- You got my money?
- I was ambushed, but this slid under the seat.
It's all yours.
- What about Hector?
- Coroner doesn't think he's gonna make it.
- I'm gonna need a full refund,
or we start talking about your car service
to anyone who wants to listen. $200,000.
- Oh, that's $200,000 too much.
- Plus 10% for Hector.
- Woz!
- Don't put my crew in danger
and then try to negotiate.
It makes me hostile.
- If I had known this was gonna get violent,
I would've brought my nine-year-old.
That's you, right?
Cop who got shot by a third grader?
Word is,
Quince is still out there,
laughing his ass off.
- It's the last laugh that counts.
You'll know it when you hear it.
- Hard to laugh with a bad back.
- Have you met Cristina?
Dean's list every year, straight As,
no truancy, no probation!
- Her record is outstanding. That's not the issue.
- Then why are we even talking about suspension?
- I'm aware how difficult
this year must have been for you,
with the stress of your job,
with everything that's going on.
A little time off might be the best thing
we can do for her.
- Maybe I should argue with my checkbook.
- That isn't what I'm saying.
- Look, no one understands more than me
that violence is never the answer,
but neither is taking away the opportunities
from a girl who already has to work
twice as hard for them.
She stood up to someone today
who tried to make her feel small.
You want to blame somebody for that?
Blame me.
I've been teaching her how to do that
ever since she could walk.
Should've never let you come to school today.
- Look, I'm sorry you had to come.
- Me too.
- Mom, it was Lily Mather. She said that you...
- I don't care what she said.
You go to the best school in Brooklyn, you know that?
You can open any door.
But if you can't restrain yourself long enough
to walk away from some entitled bitch,
then you throw that future away.
- How can you even think about my future
after everything that's happened this morning?
- How can I think of anything else?
- Mom, he's gone.
- I can't.
- Okay, well, how about you buy me lunch?
Burned a lot of calories kicking that girl's ass.
- I see my warnings about taking it easy
have gone unnoticed.
- No, my wife knows them verbatim.
- Maybe she'll have better luck.
- I don't get paid to do yoga.
- Last I checked,
the abdominal muscles are relatively useful
and worth the rest,
and that's if you just pull them.
- Do you have a diploma on the wall
that says I should listen to all this?
- All right, on your back.
Uh, just... just give me a minute.
- I...
I think we have a chain-of-command issue here.
- Uh, I just need some time.
- Oh.
Uh, don't worry about it. It happens.
- When you got Helen of Troy over there
doing her flexibility exercises,
it kinda makes it...
- Uh, why don't you take a few minutes, and I'll come back?
- Hey.
- How'd it go? - Uh, it's good.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Did he tell you to listen to your wife?
Hmm?
- Let's get out of here.
- Guess he took my side, huh?
There's a definite caveman vibe going on here.
- Just go with it.
- Uh-huh.
Fire
- I guess there are exceptions to taking it easy.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Fire
- I hope that didn't set back your recovery schedule.
- Ha! If it did, it was worth it.
- You know, if there is a silver lining
to... to what happened,
it's that it kept you home.
- Hey, you should've shot me years ago.
- It'll get easier.
- More months of foam rollers and painkillers.
- You're not taking the painkillers, Matt.
I see you.
I see the war going on in your head.
I know that bullet broke things
that can't be fixed with foam rollers.
- Mm, maybe I broke myself.
- Well, you have always been able
to put it back together again.
- I don't know.
I've been gone a long time.
The crew had to go and find their own things.
- There's no crew without you.
They may not appreciate it,
but they need their leader.
- What if he died on the precinct floor that day?
- Then you do what it takes to revive him.
- Still got that number?
- Memorized.
Head on a swivel, Loman.
- They don't know we're here.
That warrant is classified.
- It's Intelligence we're talking about.
Nothing's classified.
- So maybe we should radio it in.
- No.
I don't want to call any unwanted attention.
- You trust this guy? Cole?
- I didn't say that.
- You're acting on his intel.
- Intel he didn't know he was spilling.
He doesn't know about Nava's last text.
- You sure about that?
Look, I looked this guy up.
A lot of black-op stuff, files I couldn't access.
Doesn't seem the kind of guy to ask for help.
- Here it is.
Nava sent those numbers for a reason,
and I don't need to trust this guy
to use what he knows.
All right.
Pull, Loman.
Let's see what was worth killing for.
Not exactly the lead I was hoping for.
Come on, Harlee, let's go.
There's nothing here.
God, when does it stop?
I can't.
I can't. I can't do this anymore.
I can't do it anymore. I can't...
He was wrong.
- No, don't say that. - You can't save me.
There's no forgiveness. There's no going back.
- Harlee, don't say that.
- Harlee, stop.
- Everything! Everything that I touch!
Everything!
- Stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
Stop!
Stop. Stop.
How did you get my cell?
- The container was empty, wasn't it?
- What, are you following me?
- No, I was following the person who got there first.
- Ramsey didn't have the number.
- He got it.
Wozniak made a deal.
- No, Woz wouldn't do that.
- You sure?
There's no limit to what my boss would do
to get what he wants.
Okay.
And what did he get for his services?
- Closure.
Say hello, Quince.
Why bring him to me?
- I convinced Ramsey that it would divide your crew.
Between you and me...
I thought you should know.
The game is rigged, Harlee.
Two solo acts are not gonna cut it.
- I'd have to trust you.
- Well, we're halfway there.
Now I know I can trust you.
We're in the same position,
and the sooner you realize that,
the better.
- You don't know anything about my position.
Right? Or me.
- I know one thing: we're both tied to men
who make us do things like this.
- What the hell are you doing?
- What I'm told!
I'm sure you know how that feels
and why doing the right thing
is a luxury better left for other people.
Second leg of the delivery is yours.
- Son of a bitch!
- They're not the terms you agreed on?
- No, I didn't know I had to specify "breathing."
- Yeah, I'm running low on sympathy.
- Hey, how about some sympathy for the nine-year-old kid
whose life was ruined because of this guy?
I went to see Ramsey
to make sure that you were safe.
He had requests. I had requests.
- That's right, keep defending yourself.
Double down on the betrayal.
- You really wanna go down that road, Harlee?
- I needed you today.
Everything that I know
is broken.
I'm broken.
And you made me think that I was crazy!
- Yeah, but at least you get to go home tonight.
Whether you want to admit it or not,
trauma has its fallout,
and until you're right again,
I had to get the target off of your back.
- Oh, so this had nothing to do
with you and your vengeance quest?
- This is about you getting to see
Cristina grow up.
Ramsey's more dangerous than you realize.
- Than I realize?
Nava's dead.
And his killer probably wears a badge.
- Until I take it from him.
- You know what the real tragedy is here?
That the next time you're actually
trying to protect me,
I'm gonna wonder if I'm being played.
- Won't stop me from doing it again,
so take your grief and your guilt
and take it all out on me.
At least it keeps you alive.
- Give me your keys.
I'm taking your car.
I'm glad you got your revenge, Woz.
I hope that it cures everything that you need it to.
- I have a speech prepared. Do you want to hear it?
- Uh, I think it's more of a Cliff Notes night, baby.
- At its core, it's an apology, but...
I still effectively maintain
that family is worth defending.
- I agree,
but what some girl says at school
is not something you have to defend me against.
I've gotten through worse.
- Do you think you're gonna get through this?
- Well, I got a pretty damn good reason
to make sure that I do.
Look, I know this hasn't been easy.
You've had to deal with things that...
most people would never even understand.
You must feel...
- Frustrated.
A little.
It's mostly just because I can tell
that there's something going on beneath the surface.
You don't always have to be strong for me.
It can work both ways.
We're a team.
- A pretty damn good one.
- Always will be.
- I can handle the truth.
I'm not a kid anymore.
- Truth about what?
- Why Nava was killed.
Do you know?
- It was a revenge killing.
Ex-con who just got released.
Nava was the prosecutor who secured his conviction
five years ago.
- I'm so sorry, Mom.
They get the guy?
- Woz got him.
- Where you at, man?
- Right here, right here, right here!
- Not bad for a grandma, my man.
- There, get his side, now!
- All right, all right.
All right. - Yo, you need to...
- Yo, Hobo.
Right on time.
Beautiful night for a refund.
You got my $200K, right?
- I always deliver.
Come on, let's take a walk.
- Facing reality.
Good on you.
- I knew this kid
from the projects of New Lots.
Grew up with absolutely nothing.
He didn't have a pot to piss in.
But eventually, he crawled himself
out of that poverty.
He did whatever he had to do,
built himself a kingdom,
and then once he got on top,
he got cocky.
He got lazy.
Foolish.
He made a bad choice.
- Hold up. Is that Quince?
- Yeah, he went up against the wrong adversary.
- Oh! - Oh!
- I think our debt is paid.
Unless you have any objections.
- No, we're cool. Forget the cash.
- You want a turn?
- Nah, twice dead is good enough for me.
- Thanks for the assist today.
You just bought me some sleep.
- What?
- It's good to be back.
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