Previously on "Shades of Blue"...
Responding to shots fired at the Sunrise Cafe.
I shot an innocent man.
You were on foot pursuit, he turned
- and aimed his gun at you. - Loman!
Are you sure he chased a cop?
A cop who ran away from a massacre.
I'm not starting a war with the secret police.
You're not crazy. It's all connected.
If you really love me, save me.
Why would you do this to yourself?
She's an escort.
Stahl calls her Harlee.
- Tell me what happened. - I saw him.
- Saw who? - Stahl.
Last contact was north of the Mexican border.
And that's where you think he is? Mexico?
Is it possible you're using Stahl as a distraction?
Distraction from the fact the intelligence unit
killed the only decent man that I ever loved,
or that you helped cover their tracks?
You know, Nate started asking questions about Nava's murder.
That thread could unravel harlee's bad shoot at the Sunrise.
Mr. Molina? Don't contact Nate Wozniak.
Why would I want to be touched by some hipster fairy?
Let me go!
Did you ever really see Stahl?
- I wouldn't lie to you. - But you're not sure.
Thought I was.
911. What's your emergency?
She's bleeding. She cut her wrist wide open.
Can you tell me where you are?
872 Deerfield Road.
Hurry up. She's losing a lot of blood.
People. Well, people fascinate me.
I used to observe human behavior for a living,
and I can tell you just about everyone walking around
out there doesn't have the first damn clue
as to what motivates them.
And, you know, I used to feel sorry for the poor bastards.
They'd hit rock bottom without seeing 100 different things
they could have done differently,
or if they could,
they were simply unable to control the impulses that sunk them...
贪婪 自大 傲慢
greed, ego, pride...
love... A woman.
That was my downfall.
But like all tales of that sweet sickness,
there are two sides of the story, aren't there?
There's a "She said"...
and a "He said."
Robert... I need to call in that favor.
I knew better.
I knew being with her was impractical.
It was dangerous, even.
Maybe that was part of it.
But once I was hooked... once this siren
lured me into the rocky shore...
she went in for the kill.
She blamed me for things I had nothing to do with.
She cast me in a light
that had my closest friends doubting me.
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 swear.
Who killed Nava?
Worse, I... I let her in my head...
into my wiring.
And once you do that...
you give up control.
The part of you that knows better is screaming at you
to walk away, but the other part
just can't let it go.
It's like, uh... gravity.
The pull is too strong.
Is there something I can do for you?
Some days I feel my sanity slowly slipping away...
stolen from me.
- No more. - And yet,
every time I see her,
I feel the same rush.
that same mixture of nausea and...
I dated a guy like that once.
Always judging me. Such a trap.
How can you be happy if you can't just be yourself?
没错 没错 瞧啊 你现在懂了
Exactly, exact... see? Now you get it.
But she's underestimated me.
She thought I'd just give up.
Yeah, you don't really seem like the kind of person
that lets someone walk all over you.
I almost was, but then...
that's why I came back...
to show her that I'm a man to be respected.
Prove to her that I'm not the man she thinks.
This one's on the house.
From a fellow member of the broken hearts club.
-谢了 美女 -没事
- Thanks, doll. - Yep.
Dad, what did you do to yourself?
Woz. Are you with me?
You haven't figured that out by now?
Where's your gun?
Under the dumpster.
Easier to fight back if you don't disarm yourself.
That wasn't the point, was it?
I didn't think of an exit strategy.
Come on. Let's go.
没错 对 《经济学人》
Yep, yep, "The Economist."
It's a thinker's read.
Speaks to a man who makes his own future.
- Yeah. - Or I just like to stay informed.
Oh, wait a minute, I remember...
hey, I saw you at Gracie's Tavern the other night, didn't I?
I didn't see you. No offense.