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- Get you another?

- Um... no.

That's okay. Thanks.

Hey, Blair.
It's me.

I've called you
a bunch of times.

I've left you a bunch
of messages

tried the office and...

I'm gonna head home
'cause it's been a long day

but if you could call me,
that would be...

really great.

Kev, I need you
to do me a favor,

and I want it off the books.

Yeah, his car's here.

I'm gonna try calling
him again.

I'll call you back, Kev.
Thanks.

Blair?

Blair!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Oh, hey, hey!
Stay with me, okay?

Stay with me I'm--
I'm calling 911.

Blair, I need you to stay
with me, okay? Blair!

Stay with me, stay with me.

Just breathe, okay?
I'm right here. I'm right here.

We're okay. We're okay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Burgess? Kim?

Kim! Kim, look at me.
- Yeah.

- They got him.
His pulse is still steady.

You did real good.
What happened?

- I don't know.

I saw his car,
his cell phone rang,

it brought me here.

But I--I--it looks like
two small caliber rounds,

but I didn't see
any shell casings,

so I don't really know.
- Hey, Kim.

You all right?

- By the time I got here, the
street was completely empty

and his car was cold.

So I say that we ping
his cell phone, right?

- Hank.
- Because that will let us

find out exactly what time
he got here.

- All right, we'll do that.
- Yeah.

- Come on. Come on.

- The victim's
Kelton's consultant, Blair?

- Yeah, two GSWs
being transported

to Lakeshore Memorial.

- So what the hell
was he doing out here?

- I don't have an answer
to that yet.

- Well, the less you tell
the public, the better.

- Understood.

Remember, my team's got
a connection to this kid.

We got the same agenda on this.

We find something ugly,
we're gonna keep it private.

- All right.

Well, Kelton's on campaign
stops all this week...

- If I need you,
I know where to find you.

- All right.

- Kim all right?
- Yeah.

- Okay, I ran the address
through NADIS.

Pretty much what you'd expect.

Uh, area's known
for trafficking.

There's two houses on the
block that are both indexed.

Known suppliers in each.

- All right, well we're gonna
have to run both.

Question is anybody know if
Blair had a problem with drugs?

- No.
He barely even drinks.

- Sarge, I got something.

There's at least 20k in there.

All small denominations.

- All right.

Well, work your CIs.

Reach out to Gangs,
Narcotics,

farm for witnesses,
PODS.

If they haven't been shot up,
we might get lucky.

- Yeah, I'm gonna head
to the hospital.

- Kim.
- Yeah?

- I just got talked to
the hospital detail.

Blair coded in the ambulance.
He died en route.

I'm very sorry.

- Hey.
- Hey. You okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I talked to Platt and, uh,

Blair's family
has been notified.

They're hopping on planes
from Connecticut now.

- Okay.

Did you, um, speak to Voight?

He really running this as
a drug-related homicide?

- Yeah, for now.

But we'll see where
the evidence takes us.

Want me to give you a ride
to the airport

so you could meet the family
when they land?

- No, I cannot do that.

I was meeting him
last night to break up.

So I was gonna tell him
not to move to Chicago.

Not for me anyway.

So I--I can't sit with
his family, Kev.

I don't belong there.
I don't belong there.

- No, I understand.

So what do you want to do?

- I want to work.

- Copy that.
Let's work.

- Blair Williams, 32 years old.

Born and raised in Connecticut,
wealthy family.

Studied politics
at Princeton,

moved to DC shortly
after graduating.

- Spent his whole career
as a political consultant.

Good reputation too.

Been in Chicago the last
two months working for Kelton.

Found last night, 10:18 p.m.,
two GSWs.

So far, nothing on forensics
or ballistics yet.

- Hmm. Okay.
Blair got any link to drugs?

Any priors?

- Yeah, believe it or not,

he got popped
for possession at 17.

He got pulled over
on a traffic stop

and the cops found seven grams
of cocaine on him.

- All right,
so he didn't get charged

with intent to distribute?

- No.

Apparently his parents
had pretty good lawyers.

- Ran through Blair's
texts and calls.

Um...

mostly business,
personal texts,

but there is one that stands out
as being a little strange.

It was a conversation
with a burner phone.

Looks like Blair was trying
to buy something.

Blair to the burner,
"Will give you a good price."

The burner responds, "Meet me
8 p.m. The Green Lounge."

- Let me see.

- Sounds like
a drug deal to me.

Green Lounge, that's that bar
outside Englewood, right?

- Yeah. Lots of drugs,
lots of fights.

- Roll on it.
- You got it, Boss.

- Kev?
- Yup.

- Kev, I'm going.

- Okay.

- We're not open
for another two hours.

- We're not drinking.

Need to ask you a few questions.
- You can ask all you want

but I make it a point not to
pay attention to our customers.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

Makes it a hell of a lot easier
not to answer you.

- Hey, did you see him
in here last night?

- Nah. Don't believe so.

Yo! What the hell?

- My partner asked you
to look at a photo, so look.

Otherwise I see broken glass.
That's a clear code violation.

- Give me the phone.

Yeah, he was here last night.

Spent about half hour
at the bar.

- Who was he with?

- Some black dude
I've never seen before.

They came in, had a drink,
talked, left.

Good enough?
- No.

Did you hear what
they were talking about?

Did you hear a name?

Do you have a better description
than "black dude"?

- They were talking
about money.

If you want my opinion, it's
exactly what it looked like.

Rich prick comes to the hood

to slum out
on some Englewood coke.

- Do you have security cameras?
- Do you see any cameras?

That exit go out
to the parking lot?

- Yeah.

- You okay?
- Fine. I'm fine.

Look, I know you didn't
know him for very long,

but I know you,
I know you feel things deeply.

That's how it was
with us anyway.

I'm just trying to tell you, if
you need somebody to lean on...

you know, I got your back.

- If he left out the back,
that camera might've caught him.

- There.
- Is that Blair?

- The clothes are a match.

- Got him.
- Yeah.

- Blue Buick.

- Plate is John 774089.

Well, that's different.

Car's registered to
First City Fellowship

in Englewood.

- That's a church.

Jay.
Blue Buick.

- What is Blair doing
hanging out with a Reverend

at a bar known
for rocks and blows?

- Yeah.

Reverend Dennis?

- Reverend Dennis, Chicago PD.

- Body.

5021 Henry.

Male victim, GSW to the hip,
GSW to the neck.

Roll an ambo
to 4329 South 51st Street.

Reverend? Dennis?
Dennis, can you talk?

Who shot you?

Help's on the way, okay?
Stay with us. Stay with us.

- I think he was bleeding out
for a while.

There's no witnesses, no phone.

The shooter probably
snatched it.

- Looks like Dennis might have
known the shooter.

He was in the back making tea
when it happened.

No signs of a struggle.
- Yeah, there were four casings

which means the shooter missed
twice at close range.

So he was not a professional.

- Hey, this guy Dennis?

Are we sure that
he's a legitimate reverend?

- Yeah, he was ordained.

- Well, Blair wasn't religious.

So I have no idea why
he was meeting with a reverend.

- Uh, ballistics came back
as a match.

9mm that killed Blair
killed Dennis too.

- Okay.

Maybe he's a political donor.

They were meeting to maybe talk
about the election.

- I ran that theory up
the ladder.

- Yeah?
- No one from Kelton's staff

recognized the name.

- Did they know
if Blair had any enemies?

- None that stood out
as anything more

than political divides.

I mean, all they said
was Kelton is really pissed

that he's way behind
in the polls,

that everyone was
pretty much drowning in it.

Except for Blair.

He had been talking about
a new opportunity he had,

but no one knew
what he meant by that.

- Guys, listen to this:

if this brother's
a man of God now,

that was not always the case.

He's got three drug charges.

Full name: Dennis Reed,

spent a decade of his life
running drugs

for the G Park Lords before
he found the church.

- Well, well, well.

- Maybe it was never
a full turn.

Just faith as a front.

Church is a good place
to funnel money.

- He's still dealing,
he meets Blair somehow,

they see a chance
to make some money,

do some business,
a new opportunity.

- Then someone swoops in,

kills them both
to end the sale.

- All right, let's just take it
step by step.

First let's confirm that Dennis
was still actually dealing.

And search Blair's hotel.

I mean, if these two were
moving heavy product together,

they were wearing damn
good masks for the world.

Let's peel 'em back.

- Uh, hey, Burgess, Dawson?

This is Maya Williams,
Blair's sister.

She was hoping
to get an update on the case.

- Hi.
I just landed and I came here

'cause I was hoping
to get some answers.

Something? Anything?

- Hey, you know what?
Uh...

why don't we go talk
over here?

- No, I got this one.

You get the boxes.
I'll meet you in the car?

- Okay, sure.

- Okay.

- So are there
any official suspects yet?

- Yeah, we have a few leads.
- Okay.

- Okay.
Um, Maya?

- Did your brother have
an issue with drugs?

Using or dealing or...

- You're asking me that because
of his arrest in high school.

The coke.

- I am, but he was also
found in an area

known for drug trafficking,
so...

- You know, our family's
always been a little, um...

complicated.

So the night that Blair
got arrested.

My father was with him.

The drugs were his.

My father's an addict.

- Blair took the rap?

- Yeah.

It's just what we did,
you know?

We all covered
for my father's illness.

His intentions were good.

- Go ahead.
- Thank you.

Kim.
- Yeah.

- Found it in the nightstand.
It's got your name on it.

I thought you might
wanna open it.

- Sarge.
- Anything?

- Nah, no drugs, no cash.
Found a laptop.

Let me take it to CPIC now,
see if they can get into it.

- Great.
- Files, documents, binders.

Lots more in the car.
Mostly on Price.

Some on his daughter,
Jasmine.

- Probably looking into her
to find dirt on Ray.

Looking for a weak spot.

- Right.

- Boss.
- Yeah.

- I think I got something
on Dennis.

A few members from his church
were worried

he had one foot in,
one foot out.

His one foot out
is this girl right here.

- Kasey Hartman?

- Yeah, she's known him
since his glory days

with the G Parks.

They stay in heavy contact,

only she's not so clean,
she's not so holy.

I'm thinking she could tell us
who the real Dennis is.

- You and me.

- No one thought to come
to me when he was found.

I hear it
from those church people

and now you finally come
and you just want to know

if he was dealing?

What, since he was screwing me
he had to be?

- I don't think that.

I think you knew him and...

I think that means you
might be able to help us.

- Well, I don't know
what he was up to

and I don't know anyone
named Blair Williams.

- Well, Kasey,
we're just trying to help.

So anything you could think of
would be a big help to us.

- It's probably nothing.

- You know, a lot of times it's
the nothing that helps us most.

- I met him for dinner
a couple of days ago.

He was late.
He's never late.

20 minutes after we were
supposed to meet,

a silver Escalade
drops him off.

He was upset.
Wouldn't say who it was.

I thought maybe--
maybe he fell off.

- Okay, you said
silver Escalade.

Did you see who was inside?

- Nah, the windows were tinted.

But it was some kind
of official car.

Had a--a placard
and a slogan sticker.

Future--Future Chicago.
Something like that

- Hank.

- Hey, Alicia.
Is your husband--

- Hey, baby, I told you
I had the door--

Hank.

What's going on?

- You tell me, Ray.

- Special Reserve.
You want a glass?

- Uh, no thanks.
I'm on duty.

- So I'll give you a short pour.

- So what's going on, Hank?

- Reverend Dennis Reed.

- What about him?
- How do you know him?

- Well, he's lived in my ward
all his life.

- When's the last time
you saw him?

- Hank, the questions, the tone.

Just tell me
what the hell is going on.

- When's the last time
you talked to him, Ray?

- A few days ago.

- And what did you and
the good reverend discuss?

- "The good reverend"?

Come on, man.

Dennis Reed is a cold
coke-slinging punk.

- That right?
- Yeah.

This reverend thing
is just a joke.

- Hmm.

- Well, word was that he was
selling product again.

On his own.
- Huh.

- So I went to him and said,
"Back off."

And, you know, find some
new hustle or something

that wasn't gonna
get him killed.

It's three weeks away
from the election.

I don't need any more bodies
being dropped in my ward.

- Well, it looks like Dennis
didn't heed your advice.

He was found dead
in his church.

Shot twice.

- Son of a bitch.

He couldn't stay out
of his own damn way?

- Any idea who might've pulled
the trigger?

- Well, if he was really,
uh, dealing.

I'm guessing the local
shot-caller took him out.

Guy by the name
of Nate Lewis.

Straight up,
cold-blooded gangster.

- He's been selling blow
and killing young black men

for the last ten years.

If I was a betting man,
he's your shooter.

- Huh.

- Chicago PD!

- Nate Lewis, open the door!

- Okay, okay. you can stop
with all the yelling, man.

What the hell is this about?
- Sir, we just want to talk.

- You got a warrant?
- No.

- Then y'all can keep stepping.
I don't talk to the police.

- Well, you know, sometimes
talking is a lot easier

than not talking.

- Threatening me?
- Of course not.

I'm just saying,
if you answer a few questions,

you'll save us a lot of time--

- What he's really saying,
Nate, is either we talk now

or we come back in the middle
of the night with a warrant

and we toss your house and car.
- Man, y'all can kiss my ass.

- I see drugs on the table
in plain view.

- Get against the wall!
Against the wall!

- Man, I got no drugs out here.
I'm not an idiot, man!

- You know Blair Williams?
- No, never heard of him.

- Turn around,
put your hands on the wall.

- Man, what the hell, man?
- Yo, yo, yo.

I need you to not
step up on me.

Turn around and put your hands
on the wall.

- Resisting arrest?
- No!

- That's enough to charge you.

Sit down.
I want you to sit down.

Hands up, man. Hands up.
Sit down.

- Clear.

- Ruze.

Lucky.

- We got a positive.

- Antonio,
we're checking the garage now.

- Copy that.

- Gun.

9mm.

- Like I keep saying,

I don't know nothing about
those murders or no damn gun.

- Yeah, the problem is, bro,

that damn gun is
the damn murder weapon

of Dennis Reed
and Blair Williams.

- Blair Williams?
I--I never met that dude!

- Nate, I don't care
if you never met him

or you knew him
or you went camping together.

What matters is, you killed him.

- I don't know who
or what you're talking about.

- But you did know Dennis?

- Sure,
I've known him for years.

- And you got angry because
he started dealing again

in your territory.
- No, no, no, no.

I got upset because he started
shaking my ass down

for donations to his church.
- Come on, Nate. Nate, Nate!

I never talked to him
about drugs!

- Listen to me.

We got the murder weapon
and we got motive.

You wanted to end the sale.

With your resume,

that's enough
to put you away for life.

You understand?

So we're trying
to do you a favor.

Now give us your version
of the story,

the ASA will take that
into consideration.

- Man, I'm done talking.

Lawyer.

- Lawyer or no lawyer,
we got enough to charge him.

Hey, Kim, look, I know
it's not a perfect result,

but at least it's something.

- Yeah, I guess.

I'm not a damn china doll,
Adam.

You don't have
to keep checking on me

- Talk to me.

Just talk to me.

Blair wanted to stay
in Chicago,

but I was gonna tell him
to leave.

That, you know, I didn't see us
together long-term.

I should've told him to stay.

Yeah.

I should've told him
I was falling in love with him.

He was a good person.
He was an honest person.

There's no way in hell that
he was looking into a drug deal

with a half-assed
reverend named Dennis.

No way.

This whole case doesn't
make any sense.

It doesn't.

No one believes me,
but it doesn't.

- Oh, I believe you.

I believe you and if you tell
Voight what you just told me,

he's gonna believe you too.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry, Kim.
You know?

I'm sorry.

- I know that I was, um...

That Blair and I
were sleeping together.

- That I liked him a lot.

I'm close to this.

I'm still rational,
I'm still a cop,

and I know who he was
and who he wasn't.

And he wasn't a drug dealer
or a user.

- Kim,

we don't have clean evidence

any of this is linked
to politics.

We do have evidence--
credible evidence--

that it's linked to drugs.

- Then the evidence is lying.

The premise, Nate Lewis,
something's wrong here.

I know that.

I want 48 hours
before you charge Nate.

If I'm wrong about Blair,
then I'm wrong,

but let me be sure of it.

- I know what
this case looks like,

but it's not about drugs.

Blair's vice was politics.

He won every campaign
that he ever worked on

and he was gonna win
this one too.

He played hard,
probably dirty.

Now I'm thinking that the 20k
that we found in his trunk

probably had to do with
something political.

- Yeah, so the question is,

what could Dennis know
or have in his possession

that was worth 20k to Blair?

- Probably something to do
with Price.

- Kim, I'm not trying to go
against you here,

but we dug into Dennis.

We know he and Price
knew each other.

but we didn't find
any questionable

or illicit connections
between them.

We ran Dennis through
Kelton's background,

his campaign through Price's.

Nothing hit.

- Jasmine Price.

What about his daughter,
Jasmine?

Blair was looking into her.
He did a full background check.

- All right, Blair was digging
into Jasmine.

Why don't we do some digging
of our own?

See if there's anything
real there.

- Are you Vanessa?
Can we talk to you for a sec?

- About what?
- About Jasmine Price.

- Is this about her father
becoming mayor?

'Cause I never even met him.

- We're not reporters.
We're cops.

- Oh, sorry. Sure.

Yeah, we can talk.

Can you cover me?
- Yeah.

- So you and Jasmine,
you were roommates?

- Yeah, for two years,

but we were never
best friends or anything.

We ran in different crowds.

Just sort of stayed out
of each other's way, you know?

Until she left school
for a bit.

Why? What's this about?
- Why did she leave school?

- I'm not really sure.

She just never came back
after fall break.

She kind of just disappeared.
- Hm.

- I said the same thing to that
other guy about a week ago.

- What other guy?

- I'm sorry,
I forgot his name.

- What did he look like?

- He was about your age.

Black, Asian.
Dressed really nice.

- Blair.
- Yeah, that's it. Blair.

He had a lot of questions
about Jasmine too.

- What kind of questions?

- He wanted to know
about some guy

she was dating from the city

before she took
a leave of absence.

Uh, I didn't remember his name.

I'd only met him a few times
and he was kind of scary.

A little wild and--
- This him?

- Yeah, that's the guy.

- Thank you.

I'll call Voight.

- So I understand
you knew Dennis Reed.

- Yes, I knew Dennis.

We sort of hung out
for a few months.

- It's fair to say
it wasn't Jasmine's finest hour.

- That's fair.
- Okay.

- We met at a party
in the neighborhood

and we started dating.

- And she started drinking

and partying, got lost.

So we pulled her out of school
for a semester

so she could get her head
on straight.

- And now?

She's on track to graduate.

With honors.
- Wow.

- Just got accepted
to Columbia Law School.

- Good for you.
That's a hell of a thing.

- Thank you, sir.

- Let me ask you,

when was the last time
you talked to Dennis?

- Oh, it's been a while.

About a year?
- Okay.

When you two were together,
anything unusual happen?

- Unusual?

- Something you might not want
the world to find out about.

- Hank, what the hell
kind of question is--

- Ray, I'm trying
to be respectful.

I got two dead bodies.

One of the dead guys
was in your car

the day before he died
and he dated your daughter.

- Okay.

- Other than partying, no.

Nothing unusual or shameful.

- Okay.

- All right, then?

If you don't need
anything else,

Jasmine needs to get back
to work.

Bye, baby.
- See you, Daddy.

- Appreciate it.
- Thank you.

- Man, she seems like
a good kid.

- Oh, yeah, she is.
I'm very proud.

- You should be.

Ray, why didn't you tell me
Jasmine and Dennis had dated?

- I was embarrassed.

I did everything I could
to raise her right,

get her into a good college.

And then she starts dating
some punk?

Made me crazy.

I tried to block it out.

Just pretend it didn't happen.

- We good, right?
- Yeah.

- Three more weeks,
I'll be mayor.

- Hell of a thing.

Me and you, we're gonna do
some great things together.

- You talked to Jasmine?
- I did.

- She admit to dating Dennis?

- Yeah, they dated
a few months.

Partied more than
they should have,

but according to her,
that's about it.

- So we still don't know what
Blair had on Jasmine or Ray

that was so valuable.

- If Blair found something,

he found it doing
opposition research, right?

- Yeah.
- Let's do the same.

Just focus on the two, three
months Jasmine dated Dennis.

But listen,
we soft-shoe this, okay.

Anybody asks,
it's just for background.

None of this goes in
the report yet.

- Let's go.

Guys, September's a bust.

Let's move onto October.

- October in a college town.

Gonna be a hell of a lot
of police reports.

All right, Evanston,
October 2016.

We got DUIs, disorderly conduct,
drug possession.

Nothing connected
to Jasmine or Dennis.

- Well, maybe she got picked up,
a cop knew who she was?

- Well, if that's the case,

not a whole lot Blair can do
without an official record.

- She may have not been picked
up, but she was partying.

She deleted her social media
for all of October.

But her iCloud?
Look at this.

She looks like
a different person.

- See, his iCloud,
everything that doesn't match

his reverend rebrand
got moved or deleted.

- Why not delete everything?
- That I do not know.

Wait. Wait, who is that?

Do facial rec on her

because I recognize her
from these photos.

- Sending.

- Got it. Anna Welk.

One prior for possession,

deceased,
October 17, 2016,

cocaine overdose.

- Yeah, I got an EMT report.

Uh, paramedics respond
to a home in Evanston

on the morning
of October 17th.

Patient Anna Welk
pronounced dead on arrival.

- Oh, I think I got something.
I need a jump drive.

We got to get this
to Voight right away.

- Here.

- Hey, yo, yo, yo!

Jasmine Price, the badass
bitch of Beverly.

- Hi!
- Selling, taking names!

- We gonna be rich!
Cash money!

All I gotta do is keep
selling to my girl, Anna.

- Ah! Hey, come here, babe.
Come here.

- Get over here.

- Let me get some
more vodka, boo.

What the hell, Anna?
- Aww! Aww, she down!

- Anna, stop playing!
- Aww, no, no.

- Stop playing. Anna!

- Hey, don't--no!
- Anna! Oh, my God!

- Hey, Jasmine, call 911.
Jazzy, call 911!

- I need to call my dad!

- Anna...
- I need to call my dad.

- Listen.

I saw the video, Ray.
It's bad.

Your daughter brags about
selling cocaine to this girl

then she overdoses.

Then she calls you,
instead of 911.

There's also no police report.

So I'm guessing you...

made the problem go away.

- She's my daughter.
- Ray, what happened, Ray?

Blair found out
about the video

or Dennis reach out
to him first?

Tell him he had something
of value?

- Hank, it's not
what you think.

- Ray!

It's time to come clean
right now.

I'm so tired of the lies,

the omissions.

Not knowing who you really are.

- You're right.

The young man, Blair,
called me.

Told me he knew
about the video

and that he wanted me
to step down,

to withdraw my candidacy.

- And?

- I told him to go to hell.

I... am not gonna walk away

just because some Ivy League
pimp was extorting me.

Hell no!

- So who did the murders?

- I...

- Who did the murders, Ray?

Ray, who

- Everything okay in here?

- Uh, Hank and I are just,
uh, talking.

It's best you leave us alone.
- Yeah.

- I said it's best if you--

- No.

I don't want
to leave you alone.

Not with him.

Not now.

- Please, Alicia,
just leave.

- This smooth-talking prick
was gonna ruin our lives.

- Alicia, I think
your husband's right.

It's better you stop talking.

- He didn't care about us,
our family,

all we had been through,
all we were gonna do.

He was just trying
to win some damn election.

- Okay, Sergeant Voight
doesn't want to hear--

- I told him he was making
a big mistake!

- Alicia, shut your damn mouth!
- I--I will not!

- Just shut up!
- I re--

- Shut your mouth!

Please!

- I did what I did.

I had no choice.

I couldn't let him,
let them ruin our dreams.

Our family.

So I...

I killed Blair.

And then I killed Dennis.

- Hank...

I don't know what to say.

- Yeah.
- I don't know what to do.

She wasn't right.

She panicked.

- You need to stop
talking now.

Just...

- Hank...

- Hey. What's up?
How did it go with Price?

What the hell was that?

- I appreciate you meeting me
on such short notice.

- Sure thing.

Like I said on the phone,
I'm here to help.

- I got a confession

in the Blair Williams,
Dennis Reed murder case.

- Is it solid?
Did you videotape it?

- Got it in writing too

but it's off the record.

Unless we can negotiate
a good deal,

it goes away
like it never happened.

Go right back to the old
evidence and facts we have

which are not perfect.

I think we both know
a decent lawyer

could prove reasonable doubt.

- Point taken.

So what's the ask?

- Murder two, seven years.

Listen.

- The offender
was highly emotional.

Acted impulsively,
irrationally.

- The offender addresses
all that in the video?

It's part of the proffer?

- It's all laid out in detail.

- And you think it's credible?

- I do.

- Let me watch the video.
We'll go from there.

- My name is Ray Price.

I'm talking to
Sergeant Hank Voight

of the Chicago
Police Department

about the murders
of Blair Williams

and Dennis Reed.

When I learned
that Blair Williams

was attempting
to purchase a video

that would embarrass
my family,

my daughter,

and possibly ruin my chances
of becoming mayor,

I tried to make a deal
with him.

I tried to persuade him
to bury the video.

We got into an argument,

began to fight,

and I ended up shooting him.

And then I shot Dennis Reed
in a fit of rage, panic.

When I'd come to my senses,

when I realized
what I had done,

I planted evidence
on a known drug dealer

by the name of Nate Lewis.

What I did was cowardly
and unforgivable.

I'm deeply ashamed

and filled with regret
and remorse.

But what I did,

I did for one simple reason.

I love my family.

- They feel the same.

Drugs, politics.

Gone's just gone.

- Ray Price,
the candidate for mayor?

- Yeah.

I'm afraid it's gonna be
all over the news.

I think you and your family
should brace yourself.

You're going to be asked
for a lot of interviews

and, I mean,
Chicago politics writ large.

Egos, back room deals.

- Right.
- Okay.

Um, we're gonna take him
back home.

Have the funeral in Connecticut.

He'll be back with family
at least.

Thank you for--

Thank you.

- Maya?

Blair and I were dating.

I mean, we were just, like,
at the beginning

but I think it could've
been something truly amazing.

- It's not Special Reserve.
- Yeah.

- Not a headache
in the bottle.

- The ASA bit.
You made the deal?

- Seven years.

- Ah.

Oh.

I was so close, Hank.

Really close.

Three weeks away from being
the damn mayor of Chicago.

- Yeah, it would have been
a hell of a thing.