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- Let's go.
Move your ass! Let's go.

- [grunts]
[whistle blows]

- [grunts]
Disarm.

De-escalate.

- Push. Use your strength!

- Come on! Go, go!

- Hustle, hustle.

- Come on!
- Use your upper body.

[grunting]

[whistle blows]

- Chief on deck!

- Williams, Lee, Song:
Narcotics.

- They don't
look like typical recruits.

- The world is changing
before our eyes, boyo.

Old guard's retiring,
everyone hates cops,

and this is what you get:
babies.

They relaxed hiring standards,
so no more credit checks,

score requirements,
all they gotta be is 21.

- Torres:
OCD Intelligence.

- This is your blind date.
Let's go.

Uh, you want a breath mint?
- Oh, I brought my own.

- Mm-hmm.

- PPO Dante Torres,
Detective Jay Halstead.

- How you doin'?
- You've met Sergeant Platt.

- Let's start
with a ride-along--

get his ears wet
in the real world.

- He'll shadow you
after that for a few days.

- Yes, sir.
Okay, change

into plain clothes.
No bright colors.

Get rid of this duty belt.
Do you have a covert pancake?

Okay.

- These kids think they're
gonna be pushing the squad car

for the next 20 years.

I'm trying
to open their minds--

give 'em a taste
of specialized units.

I get it, Intelligence
ain't used to PPOs,

so thank you for doing this.

I appreciate it.
- Hey, Sarge asks, I'm here.

Anything I should know
about this kid?

- That's the thing--we don't
know anything about him.

- You got 400 recruits.

Torres could've
been valedictorian,

easily best skills, instincts,
but he chose to hide,

back of the room,
so he's either gonna be

a great cop--
- Or we're hiring up a psycho.

- You from Chicago?

Yeah, north side? South?

- All around.

- My family's old Chicago,
Canaryville.

I was in the army,
and then joined the academy.

I did a short stint
in Organized Crime,

and been with Intelligence
for about a decade.

You know where
you wanna end up?

- No.
- Right.

You got time.

I gave you a call sign.

So in Intelligence,
we're all 50-21.

I'm 50-21 George.

For our ride-along,
you're gonna be Ocean, okay?

50-21 Ocean.

So why do you wanna be a cop?

- Shots fired.

Possible armed robbery
in progress,

Hugo's, 4700 block Pulaski.
More tickets coming in.

- Right on time.
We're gonna take that.

Radio back, okay?
[clears throat]

- 50-21 Ocean, George,
hold us down responding.

- Plain-clothes officers
responding.

- 50-21 Ocean, plain-clothes
officers responding to Pulaski.

- Copy, Ocean.
Officers in plain-clothes.

[tense music]

♪

[tires squeal]

- Police!
Hands, hands, hands!

Shooter?
- Whoa, whoa, inside, inside!

- 50-21 George.
The call's bona fide.

Stack on the door.
- Copy.

- All right, get the door.
You ready?

Go.

♪

50-21 George, I got
a man down here--multiple GSWs.

Secure that weapon.
Stay with him.

Police! Hands.

Show me your hands.

Are you hurt? Who did this?

- I don't know.

Some guy tried
to rob the store.

- What did he look like?
What was he wearing?

Tall, short? Anything.

- Red cap.
He's hurt, I think.

- Get up, get up.
Back up.

Get out of the store.

- [groans]

♪

- He's dead.

Yo, Halstead.

- Come on.

♪

Red hat. He's hurt.

- There he is.

- 50-21 George, I got
an armed offender in the alley,

4800 block of Pulaski--

male Hispanic, red hat.
He's limping.

I got civilians everywhere.

- Copy, 50-21 George.
Back up en route.

♪

Gun!

[gunfire]
[people screaming]

- Stay back! Stay back!
- Get behind me!

- Stay back! Back!

- 10-1, 10-1!
Shots fired at the police.

Stay back, stay covered.

- Get behind me!
Get behind me!

♪

- Police, police. Stay down.
Stay down, stay down.

Get back.

Stay behind your car.

- Hey!

♪

- Police!
Drop it, drop it!

- Ah!

- Don't move.
- [grunting]

- Do not fight me.

What the hell
were you thinkin'?

I told you to stay
where you were.

- We got him.

♪

- The kid did okay.
- Yeah.

- Victim's name
is Hector Gutierrez.

- He was mannin' the register.
He tried to defend the shop.

It's his family's place.

- The offender is Alex Sanchez.
He's a low-level banger

with the Villita Boyz,
clique in Little Village.

- One GSW in the leg
went through and through.

He's in Med
getting patched up already.

- Okay.
Then this is open and shut.

Robbery gone wrong, news at 10.
So why am I here?

- Because of this.
Murder weapon is a high-end

center-fire,
gas-piston carbine.

- Big time gun.
Serial number popped.

Weapon's part of a big batch
of guns that was stolen

three weeks ago,
smash and grab in Indiana.

- CPD's been searching hard
for him.

Compstat says these weapons are
fueling a spike in homicides.

Four so far.

- Five.

- Five.

- Okay, we'll take it.
Dig in.

- I like your buddy.
- Oh, yeah, he's somethin'.

Kid doesn't say much.

- I'm sure you were
an open book when you started.

- I was.
- Mm-hmm.

- You know
this isn't a democracy, right?

I told you
to stay where you were.

That wasn't a suggestion.
That was an order.

Understood?

- All right, this is the rip
of the guns three weeks ago.

This is a firearms dealer
just south of Gary.

2:14 a.m.,
this four-door pulls up.

Inside is Jeremy Watson.

Watson works security
for the gun store.

He's working alone that night.

He's sitting in his car,
probably to stay warm.

It was cold as hell.

- This guy walks up.
He knocks on the window.

- Jesus.

- The power goes out on impact.
We lose the surveillance feed.

These guys made off
with 90 of these carbines

and 12,000 Teflon-coated
armored piercing rounds.

- Same brass
we found at Pulaski

and the other four homicides
linked to these weapons.

- These guns, they retail
for about 3,100 bucks a pop.

Heavy machinery,
lightning-fast--

they shoot 30 rounds
in less than three seconds.

- Plate's visible on the truck.

- Yeah, we ran it--
stolen in South Holland.

[bag crinkles loudly]

- But NVLS then tracked
the truck back to Chicago.

So these guys are here
and so are the guns.

- The kid from the busted
robbery just go out of Med.

Ruzek's getting him in the box.
He's our only lead.

- All right, get him talking.

- Hey, all right, look.
We got Sanchez dead to rights

on the Pulaski job.
We're way past that.

What we need now
is who he got the gun from.

- Okay.
- Forget good cop, bad cop.

That's just in the movies.

The rules are, in there,
we can lie our asses off.

We just can't make a promise
we can't keep.

When we get in there, it helps
to talk in full sentences.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- No, that's all I care about--
is where you bought your gun.

I'm asking you
one question here.

- And I ain't answering, bro.

- I'm not your bro.
- Exactly!

You sending me
downstate anyway.

So why the hell would I say
anything about my gun?

- Listen to me.
You have been pinched six times

in the last two years.

Work with me,
I will work with you.

- Foot soldier.

Not anymore.

- What the hell
you talking about?

- First five arrests, all
possession, all the same block.

Putting in the work...

But not retail theft.

Different hood...

And now this?

- [grunts]
[panting]

- Rib's busted up.

[suspenseful music]

You got jumped
out of your gang,

and now you're going downstate
solo without your people.

♪

You're gonna end up
in a pine box.

You said we can't make
any promises we can't keep.

But we can
protect him inside, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

So we'll do that.

But first you gotta tell us
who you got the gun from.

♪

- Alex Sanchez bought his gun
two and a half weeks ago

from a Hispanic man in his 40s
known around Little Village

for selling guns on the street.

This guy's not a match for
our surveillance video robber,

so he's some kind of
middle man.

Sanchez knows him by nickname
only, and that's Payaso.

- But we got him.

Six Payasos in the database,
only one we liked.

Meet Frank Olguin,
44 years old.

- Yeah, Frankie's been arrested
for unlawful sale of a weapon

and falsifying
firearm documents.

He's definitely a straw-buyer.

- We get this guy, get him
to flip on the big man,

we got our guns.
- But how we gonna get him?

I don't want
the rats scattering.

- He fought the police
the last time he was arrested.

- All right, that's enough
for a covert extraction.

You run it, Jay.

- Stash your badge.

No patches, no tin.
Just put it away.

- Your boss,
he trusts you, huh?

- Voight? Yeah.

- Always lets you go solo?

- For the most part.

We've worked together
a long time.

We know each other.

Secret to being good police:
trust the people you work with.

All right, let's move.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [speaks Spanish]

[grunting]
- Yo, what the hell, bro?

[yells] What the hell?

♪

.

- Where did you get this gun?

- So this is what you do now,
huh?

You kidnap people?

- You sold that gun
to a man named Alex Sanchez.

Alex used it to rob
a corner store on Pulaski.

It didn't go so well.

He killed the man
working the register...

With your gun.

- With my gun?

- You're on the hook
for every crime committed

with every weapon you sell
starting with that one.

We executed a search warrant
at your house,

and we found
five of those carbines.

What I'm trying to find out is,
where are the rest?

- Wh--wha--what rest?

I bought six.
I sold one.

- There's 90 of them.
- I work in sales, man.

Things like this...

These are not your average
street guns.

- Work in a junkyard,
hard to sell a Porsche?

- Yes.

- All right, so give me a name.
Who sold you the six?

Frank...I need a name here.

We both know
how this game is played.

- I don't know his name, okay?
I've never seen his face.

- Huh. It's a miracle.
- I swear.

Every time I buy from this guy,
I get the same instructions:

park under
the Loomis Street bridge.

Put the cash under my seat,
keys in the visor.

Go around the corner store.
Kay, get a pop.

And by the time I come back,

cash is gone
and keys are where I left 'em.

- And there's guns
in your trunk?

[suspenseful music]

- Yeah.

- All right,
this is the parking lot.

Payaso walked
to the liquor store.

He buys a pop. He walks back.
That takes two minutes.

There's only two options
in that time radius.

One is this mattress warehouse.

The other
are these storage units.

- Right, we ran both of them.
The storage unit popped.

One of them is rented out
by a fictitious name,

and that account
is paid in cash.

- That's where the guns are.
- That's our best bet.

- All right,
well, let's confirm

the guns are there first, okay?
Let's do a sneak and peek.

If they are, just camp out.

Wait to see who shows
to pick 'em up.

- You got something better
going on?

- No.

- What's up?

- Department's beating me up--

parking tickets.

You can't be in debt
to the city and be a cop, so.

- Happy Tower's got
their priorities straight.

Um, we're not gonna roll out
for a couple of hours.

Go take care of it
and meet us at station.

All right, let's move.
- No Torres?

- No, the Ivory Tower's
putting him through the ringer.

They're making him come in to
pay his unpaid parking tickets.

- Wait, tell him
he's got a whole year

to take care of that.

- Yeah, you used
every day of it, didn't you?

- Damn right--I was the worst
parking scofflaw

in the city
before I got this gig.

♪

- What the hell?

♪

- It was cleared out?

- Two hours
before we ever got there.

- Yo, we got two men in hoodies
clearing the whole place out.

Looks like the same crew from
the Indiana smash and grab.

- Yeah, more stolen plates
on the truck out front,

but it's clearly
the same vehicle--

same mark from where
a bumper sticker used to be,

and you can see
the hitching rods

for the plow
they used to crash inside.

- These guys
knew we were coming.

- Yeah, we don't know how.

Alex Sanchez and Payaso
were both in custody

this whole time.
They were on lockdown.

- Hank, Jay,
someone here to see you.

- I just wanna know what
the hell happened over there.

- Over where?
- At the storage facility.

How'd the guns disappear
right before you got there?

- You're reading our reports?
- My job.

- Well, I'm pretty sure
I've never seen you

up here once talking reports.
- Did your kid

know the location
of that storage facility?

- Bull--you said we were just
looking at a ride-along.

What the hell's going on?

- Two weeks ago,
we got good intel.

Hispanic gang managed to get
a man into the academy.

We're looking at 15 rookies
as possibles.

Torres, he's from Pilsen.
He could fit.

He's working a case
with you right now

that's hooked into Pilsen.

So if he is working
for the gangs in his hood,

we just handed him
the perfect case.

- Wait,
let me get this straight.

You put Halstead out there

with an armed PPO who
might be working for a gang,

and no heads up?
- This is Title 3 intel, Hank.

I don't compromise
federal warrants.

Now, did Torres
know the location

of that storage facility
or not?

♪

- Yeah, we found it together.

- Okay, so if he's my man,
I'm gonna need you to tell me

sooner rather than later.

♪

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- Ugh, I had no idea.

- I know that, Trudy.
I know.

- So what the hell is this?

Now I gotta be IAD
all of a sudden?

I'm investigating this kid
based on where he grew up?

- The chief's not wrong.

Torres knows the location
of the guns.

- Yeah, but there's plenty
of other options for a leak.

- Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

- He burned off his tattoos.

- Gang ink?

- How long does a PPO have

before they gotta pay
their parking tickets?

- A year. Why?

♪

- I don't have a read
on this kid yet at all, okay?

He's hard,
doesn't mean he's a gangbanger,

and it doesn't mean he deserves

to have his career
kicked in at the knees.

- Well, let me
tell you one thing.

The chief is gonna
want to have a trophy

he can parade
in front of the media.

You can believe that.

- Yeah, I know.

♪

- What the hell are we doing?

If I didn't know you,
I'd think you were

luring me out here
to put a bullet in my head.

- I'm hoping
you'd do me a favor.

- Where's Voight?

- Need a chaperone?

- [scoffs]
You ain't my handler.

Plus, I'm kind of in the middle

of something with mine
right now.

- He knows
I'm here talking to you.

- What do you need?

- This kid, Dante Torres,
he grew up in Pilsen.

He went to juvie for a stretch.

- And now he's a cop?

- You know your way
around Pilsen.

Can you find out
why he went away?

- Yeah, I can try.

Why are you looking
at your own people?

- Believe me, I wish I wasn't.

- It would be a lot more fun

than what Voight
has me doing right now, so.

Sure.

- You doing okay?

What your handler's
got you doing?

- Just running cash.
Should be easy.

- Doesn't mean it is.

♪

Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- NVLS got a hit?
- Pinned our gun robber's truck

three times,
tracked it to 21st and Wolcott.

That's where it disappears
each time.

- It's gotta be one of those
underground parking garages.

There's a ton of them
because of the university.

- Right,
so we're gonna move on it,

do a grid search,
and work it out on the way.

- All right.

- Structure
on 84th Street, clear.

- Nothing yet
at Kostner and Keeler.

- Aver's clear,
headed to Mohawk.

- You know, there's people
who'll remove 'em for you.

Hurts a lot less
than burning them off.

So what were they of? That bad?

- They weren't good.

- You always like this,
or is it just with me?

The one word answers.
This is squad banter.

I'm just trying
to get to know you.

- I'm answering you.
- Are you?

Look, man, anybody can
kick in a door and shoot a gun.

That's not really the job,
okay?

I'm not trying
to climb into your head.

But I do have the right to know
whether or not I can trust you.

That's gives me the best chance
of making it home at night.

You get it?

♪

Yo, Major Tom,
are you getting any of this?

- There it is.
- What?

- The truck.

- Hitching rods.
Yeah, this is it.

Quiet door.

- Take pictures of the plate,
the VIN, send the location

to the team, okay?

♪

Hey, hey, hey.

Police, don't move!

[tense music]

♪

We don't stop moving forward.
I want you on my hip.

Slice that pie. Slice that pie.

Push, push, push, push.

Stay off the wall.
It's not your friend.

Move!

Stop!

Slow, slow, slow,
slow, slow, slow.

Ready?
- Ready.

- [grunts]

I got a door here.
Cover stairs.

- Yeah.

- You got me?
- Go.

- Hold us down. Police!

Slow, slow.

You ready?
- Ready.

[grunts]
Police! Cover.

Move up.

Crossing.

It's clear.

♪

It's clear.
- Clear.

- Where the hell is this guy?

Where the hell did he go?

- You feel that?

- What?

[wind blows]

- A breeze.

♪

[gunfire]

- 10-1. 10-1.
Shots fired at the police.

Are you good?
- I'm good!

- Are you hit?
- No.

- Nate to responding unit.
Please repeat.

- Stay low.
- Cover this. Cover this.

- Engine 21. George. 10-1.

Offender fleeing an apartment
building on Racine and Throop.

Send me some cars.

.

- And you were right here
at the mirror?

Huh.

Huh. That's a hell
of a first few days.

- He's in the wind.

The apartment's registered
to an Edgar Bautista.

He's a career criminal.
We didn't stand a chance.

There's an entire unfinished
apartment back there.

I'm guessing he had his cash
in here.

He ran in to grab it and then
he fled through there.

- Bautista's utility bill

recovered from the truck
downstairs.

And the casings on the other
side of the wall,

dead match for our carbines.
- Okay. This is our guy.

- All right.
Do we know where he'd run?

- Not yet--he's got no
documented affiliation

with any sort of gang,
and the only family he has--

a sister in Cicero--
Kev talked to her.

They're estranged
and haven't spoken in years.

- But this guy's still got

a quarter million dollars'
worth of guns.

He's not leaving that
money on the table.

- No, he's gonna dump 'em all.
- Right.

So let's process the scene
and let's find Bautista.

- Torres.

[tense music]

How'd you know about
the mirror?

- They do it to cut corners.

Lots of old CHA towers
had them.

We used them to run
when we were kids.

- Run from what?

- The police.

You want real answers?

I'll give 'em.

[phone buzzing]

- Hey.

- Your kid almost
killed a dude.

- What?
- Torres.

That's what he was in for.

Put a guy in a wheelchair.
Dude was never the same.

- Who was it?

- I don't know.
I couldn't find out.

I didn't wanna ask
too many questions.

- And this was gang related?
- Maybe.

I don't know.
It didn't sound good, okay?

It didn't sound like something
a cop should be allowed to do.

[sighs]

It's not the answer
you were looking for.

- If you had to know
who he really was,

how would you do it?

- You're a detective.
- Yeah.

But he comes from
where you come from.

I'm asking you.

- [exhales]

The other day, I was at Carabo,

and I thought I was alone.

I was cleaning the dishwashers,
humming a song.

It's a song that I sing
to my kid.

And Escano walked right in.

It was like,
I thought I was made.

I was just being me.

You can only keep your guard up
for so long.

Find Torres when he thinks
he's alone.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- You're in early.

- What's going on?

- What do you mean?

- You gave me a whole speech
about trust

and then you follow me home?

- You clocked my follow?
- Your stakeout.

- Well, that's humbling.

- What's going on?

- That apartment
isn't the address you got

on your intake forms.
- Yeah.

I had a patrol buddy's place
listed.

I was crashing there
for a while and now I'm not.

- All right.
Did you tip off Bautista

that we found his storage unit?

- [scoffs]

What did you say?

- There's a leak.
- Yeah.

Why the hell would I be
the leak?

- Back up.

You're the only new factor
in this whole thing.

I don't know you.

You made it damn clear
you don't want me to.

It's a fair question.
- No, it's not.

♪

- You wanna hit me? Do it.

Do it.

- I didn't tip off anybody.

I live where I grew up
with my ma.

And I like it there.

And I didn't put it
on the forms 'cause I thought

it wouldn't sit well
with my fellow police.

Imagine that.

I would never tip off anything.

♪

- Go home.
Take the rest of the day.

Get yourself together.

Go.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So we've been digging into
the sale like Voight asked,

if Bautista was gonna
dump the weapons.

We got a hit with ATF.

- There's chatter
about a fire sale.

Twenty weapons. 40 grand.

Seller sounds a hell of a lot
like Bautista.

- Now get over to ATF.
Get everything they got.

All right, listen.

Feds are gonna let us
take this.

Picked up a buyer
20 minutes ago.

Kid's in his 20s.
Spanish speaker.

Said he spoke
to Bautista twice.

So we need a Latino undercover.

Torres is the obvious choice.

- Yeah.
Under normal circumstances.

- What's your take on the kid?

- I still don't know.

And...

Anna said he tried to put a guy
in the ground.

And he lied to me.

- Well, if we don't use him,

the chief is gonna
read it in our report.

Be as good as making
your decision for you.

It'll be the end
of the kid's career.

It's your call.

♪

.

[indistinct chatter]

[faint hip-hop music playing]

[dog barking]

[knocks on door]

- I got it, Ma.
Just keep stirring.

It's still too thin.

- You're gonna go undercover
and do a buy for us.

Hey. You're a PPO.
I'm your FTO. This is an order.

It's the last time
I explain that.

I'm taking a huge
leap of faith here.

- [exhales] You are?

- Yeah.

- [chuckles]

This ain't no democracy, right?

Yeah, well,
just so we're clear,

the way I see it...

you see them?

They got my back ten times more
than you do.

- Go tell your ma. I'll wait.

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]

♪

- Spread.

Turn around.

♪

Cash.

- Stay sharp. Here we go.

Be advised we have a positive
on Bautista.

- That's four bands of ten Gs.

Count it if you need it, boss.

All good.

- Be a real suicide mission
there,

walk in here
and try to short me.

- Word.

- Kid's not bad.

- Right. Product's in the van.

We'll help you get it
into your car,

and then, uh...

I know you?

- No.

- I do know you.
You're Berto's kid.

[tense music]

- Step-kid.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- What's this?

- Who the hell's Berto?

Is he made?

- Ran into Berto
just the other day.

Still in the wheelchair.
You messed him up good.

- Jay, this feels bad, man.

- He's unarmed.
Be ready, but let it play.

- Yeah.

I didn't think you'd
remember me.

- I do remember you.

Berto says you was a real
uppity-ass ungrateful prick.

- Berto is a prick.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

- What is this?

I said what the hell is this?

[gun cocks]

- Gun. Go. Move!

♪

- Who are you, boy?

- I told you. You know my name.

Calm down.

- I didn't ask
what your name was.

I said who the hell are you?

♪

- Chicago PD!
Let me see your hands!

- Police!

♪

[casings clattering]

- Are you good? Are you hit?

- I'm good.

- No! Absolutely not.
You knew him?

- What the hell
was I supposed to do?

- You stay here.
That's an order.

♪

- 50-21 Henry.

10-1. 10-1.
Shots fired at the police.

Offender fleeing southbound
through the warehouse.

We are in pursuit.

[gunfire]
- Copy 50-21 Henry.

Backup en route.

♪

- We need help here.
We're pinned down.

I'm moving. I'm moving.

♪

- Bautista!

- [grunts]
- Hey.

♪

- That piece looks real good
on you, homes.

- Drop your weapon
and get on the ground.

- You ain't one of them.

I know you're not.

♪

- Last chance, homey.

On the ground now.

- You ain't got it in you.

[gunshots]

♪

- 50-21, Henry.
Offender down.

♪

- Put your stepfather
in a wheelchair?

- Nah.

I put him in a coma.

Then he moved
to the wheelchair.

He was beating up my mom,

and I did what a man needs
to do.

- At 14.

- Yeah.

- You ever hurt anybody else?

- Yeah.

No one who didn't deserve it.

- Why do you wanna be a cop?

[quiet tense music]

- [scoffs]

♪

- I know you weren't paying off
your parking tickets.

You lied to me about that.

You lied to us
about where you lived.

You knew Bautista,
and you didn't say.

And I know you're burning
off gang tats.

- Yeah.

♪

You know, I got this tat
when I was 14.

I burned it off in juvie.

And my ma?

She runs the store.

And the fools that claim
the block--

they charge her protection tax.

And she needed the cash.

That's where I was.

And yes, I knew Bautista,

but cops ain't supposed
to know fools like that,

or live where I live.

- Why wouldn't you tell me
any of that?

- Tell you?

And--and trust you?

Like you're showing me
right now?

My world ain't black and white,

and I get
you can't understand that.

- Try me.

- I'm not an idiot.

I know who you are.

There's a reason you're
asking me these questions.

So you do what you gotta do.

♪

Before I beat my stepdad...

I called the police...

six times.

And they didn't help.

That's why I wanna be a cop.

And I'd be damn good
at this job.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]