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- Officer Torres had an illegal sexual relationship

with his CI,

and your team spent the past two days

attempting to cover the whole thing up.

- Why are you here?

- I'd like you and I to be friends.

- Reid kept things tight in Detroit.

He had a crew of police who he trusted,

but that trust was more like ownership.

He used them as scapegoats.

- Jesus Otero runs four blocks

but does so without senseless violence.

- You like having criminals in your pocket too?

- You're not gonna find any evidence of this theory.

- Now what?

- I'm gonna take his ass down.

- How are you gonna do that?

- With you.

[camera shutter snapping]

That man looks just like us.

He loves being out on the street.

Police's police.

[tense music]

He's picking off the police he doesn't trust...

And promoting the ones he does.

* *

- You ever see him with Otero?

- Once.

Outside Otero's funeral home.

I'm guessing that's where Otero launders his drug money.

[camera shutter snapping]

Reid never even got out of his car.

I mean, he's smart, careful.

I mean, we're not gonna get lucky with him.

He keeps his connections on a short leash.

- It's the same playbook as in Detroit.

- Yeah, and it's working.

Otero's got more territory.

Violence is down.

- Mm, it won't last.

I followed up with my ASA lead again.

Guy finally admitted he knew of Reid.

Says that a Reid CI who wasn't cooperating

disappeared without a trace.

No proof Reid had him killed, but...

I mean, he thinks he's God.

- Yeah, so does half the department.

No, I'm telling you, the ones who like him--

I mean, they love him.

- Maybe we should loop in the team, get them digging with us.

- No, I won't risk exposing 'em.

For now--

for now, it's just you and me.

Okay?

All right.

Let's get to it.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[camera shutter snapping]

[siren wailing]

* *

[siren stops]

- All units, stay off the air.

Deputy, go with your traffic.

- All units be on the lookout for a blue Toyota Solara--

Union, Queen, 7-2-4, Young.

It was just taken in a carjacking

at Lake and Pulaski.

Driver was shot.

Vehicle last seen traveling westbound

at a high rate of speed on Lake.

Offenders are armed and masked.

[phone buzzing]

- This is Voight.

- Hank, where are you at?

- On my way into the district.

- You got a minute to chat in private?

Carjacking in Lawndale, went down 20 minutes ago.

- Yeah, I heard the traffic. - Good.

Two-man crew--they got three carjackings under their belt.

They are joyriding, violent idiots

who usually dump the cars.

City is the Wild West to them.

Apparently, we all just do whatever the hell we want now.

It's gonna stop.

I want Intelligence on it.

Drop everything else. Find me the offenders.

Find me that Toyota.

- Okay.

Why am I dropping everything?

It's a carjacking crew.

- CI told me that Toyota has Jesus Otero's drugs

stashed inside a trap.

- How much? - 20 keys.

Half a mil.

- Mm. - Yeah.

I don't think the offenders knew what they stole.

Good thing for us, they usually dump the car within 24 hours.

- Hmm.

- CI also told me Otero has serious buyers

who prepaid for the dope,

which means war is gonna break out

when they don't get their product.

Find me the car.

Loop me in quiet.

You got 24 hours.

[dramatic music]

* *

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- Did Reid say he talked to Otero personally?

- No, he laid it all on the CI. Smart.

- Okay, but we can use this.

- Yeah, we can build with it.

You find that Toyota fast, use it as bait,

and be there when Otero's men recover the drugs.

Build low, get high.

- Long shot.

- It's more than we had last night.

- Yeah. Okay.

Call me if you need anything.

I'll be standing by.

Be careful. - You too.

We caught a carjacking crew, just hit Lawndale.

- Sarge, we got a Gold Coast triple that came in last night.

- Yeah, I know. We're dropping it.

Trudy, kick that hat trick back to Homicide, will you?

- First day back, and I get to ruin Homicide's day.

Goody.

- Boss, these orders coming from up top?

- No, these are my orders.

Witness caught the plate.

We're looking for her Toyota-- Julia Denelli.

Julia was shot by the offenders and ran.

She's in the wind right now.

- Hey, sorry I'm late, Sarge.

- You all right? - Yeah, yeah.

I, uh, tweaked my shoulder sparring yesterday night,

and the doc says I have to wear this for a couple days.

- You got hit that hard sparring?

- Yeah. - Damn, dude.

- You have to ride a desk till that thing comes off, you know?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, these offenders jacked

two other cars the last two weeks.

They rip the cars, joyride, and then dump them.

- We got a description?

- Masked and gloved, but witness saw their necks.

They're white.

I want to find these assholes before the day is done.

So hit the carjacking scene.

You take point. Let's go.

- Are you sure you're all right?

- Yeah, thanks.

- How's the other guy look?

- Other guy?

- Your sparring partner.

That was a joke, Dante.

- [chuckles] - Right.

You sure you all right?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Thank you.

- Mm. You're good.

You've been late three days in a row.

You took off last week,

and now you come up in here all busted up.

I hope to never be that good.

- Keeping tabs on me?

- No, just noticing, 'cause-- - Kiana. With me.

- Let me get this straight.

My guys have been after this crew for two weeks,

and now Intelligence comes in with its big swinging--

- All right, all right, listen.

We're not looking for credit here.

We're just looking for a solve. Okay?

I have your back, believe it or not.

Now, you haven't found that driver?

- No, not yet.

Nothing from nearby hospitals.

We've searched the entire area.

No idea where she ran or why.

- Okay. Okay, thank you.

I will keep you up to speed.

- Right. Sure you will.

- [sighs]

All right, listen, the scene is ours.

Let's pull PODs and cams, canvass ourselves.

Now, this victim is still missing.

This woman didn't go to a hospital.

Where the hell did she go?

- All right. - Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music]

- Then what happened?

- Look, I hear shots, I duck and cover.

- I was down the block, but I heard it.

- Did you see anything?

- Yeah, two guys in masks.

They were hyped up, screaming and laughing.

Then they shot that poor woman, and she ran.

- The driver? - Yeah.

- Mm-hmm. You see which way she went?

- She got on a bus. - A bus? You sure?

- Mm-hmm. 805 line. I take it every day.

- Which direction was it headed?

- Northbound.

- Okay, listen, you remember anything else,

you give me a call? - You got it.

- Thank you.

- Adam--techs found two 9-millimeter shell casings.

- The driver got on a bus.

- What? - Yeah.

Maybe she got scared, wanted to get the hell out of here.

- Or knew it went past a hospital?

- Maybe.

- Right, we think she got on the 805 line,

northbound, around 1415 hours.

- The 805?

- Yeah, that's right.

Uh, last stop is Kedzie.

- Hang on.

Detective Burgess?

- Yeah, I'm here. Go ahead.

- A bus from that line just came in for a gas up,

and there's a problem.

- What kind of problem?

- Happens all the time.

Passengers nod out.

Sometimes it's a homeless person snuck on board.

But this?

[tense music]

* *

Who is she?

- She was the victim of a carjacking.

- I don't get it.

The bus driver was right up front.

She could have pulled the stop cord.

Why the hell didn't she get help?

- I don't know.

* *

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- Julia had two GSWs.

Preliminary is that she bled out internally.

She was conscious for eight minutes,

but never requested help or medical attention.

- In shock?

- Maybe, but she had passengers right next to her.

So I ran her again.

I ran her through everything this time.

She's squeaky clean.

Doesn't have a sheet.

Worked as a nutritionist.

But she posted bail two times for Tomas Marquez,

a documented crew member of Jesus Otero's gang,

that shot caller out of Lawndale?

- Huh.

- Maybe Julia was a driver for Otero,

and the Toyota was transporting dope or cash.

That would explain why she ran.

She was scared, knew she made a mistake,

had to get the hell out of there.

- It's a good theory, but it doesn't change our policing.

We're still running for the Toyota.

- Okay, but we could loop in Narcotics.

- No, just stay the course.

Gather the team. Keep digging.

- Still nothing. - Uh-huh.

- Yeah, no, good work standing by.

Thank you. Thanks, man.

All right, so PO went back to a neighbor who wasn't home.

There was a doorbell cam facing the--facing the carjacking.

It's landing now. - Throw it up.

- [screaming]

[gunshots]

- Why did she put up a fight?

- I mean, I understand no one wants

their property stolen, but...

- Why risk it all for that ten-year-old beater?

- Play it again.

- [screaming]

[gunshots]

[tires squealing]

- There's nothing new here.

- No.

Keep running routes.

- This 805 route is Groundhog's Day.

It's the same terms, no Toyota, no offenders.

It's just lots of jaywalkers.

- Copy that. Let's call it.

Come back in the morning fresh.

- Heard.

- Units on the Citywide, we're getting calls

of a vehicular carjacking in progress.

Lake and Ridgeway.

Caller states two offenders, masked and armed.

- That's our guys. - Hell yeah.

- Vehicle taken was a light gray Lincoln Navigator.

Illinois tags-- Tom, Charlie 8-6-8 Henry.

That vehicle last seen moving eastbound on 59th Street

at a high rate of speed.

Victim is on scene laying in the street.

- 5021 David, squad, hold us down responding.

The offenders match two individuals

wanted from Intelligence for multiple carjackings.

We eight minutes out, en route.

- Copy, 5021 David.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Units on the Citywide, please advise.

Navigator was just seen eastbound near Lake.

- Hey, Kev. I'm real close.

I'll jump in.

- No, we got it. You hurt, man.

* *

- 1013, squad, I'm southbound on Central Park,

headed to that area.

- 5021 David, 10-4.

- I got eyes. He's in the park!

- Copy that. Headed your way.

Ocean, I see you. I'm right behind you.

Just fall back. We got it from here.

Have squad meet us so we can box 'em in.

- Kev, I'm good.

I can box 'em in with you.

- No, man. Stop playing! Fall back.

Pull back, Ocean!

- I'm burned!

- Damn!

Pull back, Ocean!

* *

- Dante, you heard the man! Pull back!

- The hell are you doing, man?

[siren wailing]

* *

- Come on, Dante.

- No, Ocean, stop!

- I got him! - Dante!

- 5021 King, I've got an officer-involved car accident

on the 3500 block of Lake.

There's a wanted SUV traveling westbound on 5-6.

- 2620--terminate the chase.

- Is he all right? - You a'ight?

- All units, terminate the chase.

- Come on, man! - Ah! [groans]

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Damn!

- Hey--hey, don't worry about me.

Just go get him. - No. Hell no.

Come on, man. We got you.

- [groaning]

- You got it. You got it.

Come on, man.

Hold on. Hold his arm. - Okay.

Come on. - Come on, bro.

.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah.

- The doc said you're lucky your arm isn't broken.

- I don't feel so lucky.

I'm sorry--

- Listen, when I tell you to ride a desk to heal up,

that means 24/7.

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

- All right, what's going on?

Bro.

You take a week off, you show up injured,

you defy an order.

Hell, you defy Atwater's order.

Now you crash your car.

Dante, I'm not an idiot.

Just tell me what the hell's going on.

- I can't sleep.

It's been like that for a couple of weeks.

It's insomnia.

I've had it before, and I can beat it.

I didn't mean to defy anything.

I--

[apprehensive music]

* *

- All right, listen to me.

Just take the week off, okay?

- I don't need a week-- - It is not a suggestion.

Just catch up on your sleep.

* *

- Sergeant.

- Deputy.

Well, we got our ranks cleared up.

What are you doing here?

- I was concerned about our officer.

I wanted to check on him.

- He's fine.

Attempted a PIT maneuver. Didn't work out.

- Yeah, nothing's working out, is it?

What is taking so long?

I was clear on the timeline-- 24 hours.

- What exactly would you like me to do?

- I'd like for you to find that Toyota.

I'd like for you to get creative.

I will back up your creativity.

I thought this was all clear.

- Sarge, you got ears on?

- We're clear. I'll get it done.

- Good.

- Go with your traffic, Kim.

- We located the stolen SUV.

- Hiker found it half-submerged.

Aside from water damage, offenders soaked it in bleach,

so techs haven't found a thing so far.

How's Torres?

- He's fine.

Now, get the full team down here.

I want divers in the river.

I want a grid search of this entire park.

- Grid search for what?

- The missing Toyota.

They might have dumped it here too.

This could be their drop spot.

- Sure, um, but the Toyota's likely been bleached,

so we're not gonna get a thing off of it.

- Find it.

- Anything?

- No. No, nothing.

- Burgess, I've covered up to Lawrence Ave.

Got nothing. - Copy.

Kiana, how you doing?

- Lots of picnic sites. No cars.

- All right, you two head back to the district.

We'll do one last sweep. - Copy.

- Why do you think Voight's so interested in this Toyota?

- Oh, he's just building the case.

- He's holding something back.

- What do you mean? - The driver, Julia--

I think she's affiliated with Otero's crew,

and he's choosing to completely ignore that angle.

- No, no, he would have told us.

- Would he?

No, something doesn't feel right, Adam.

There. There.

That's our stolen SUV, same make and model.

- All right, fast-forward.

All right, play from there.

Pause it right there.

- Is that enough for facial rec?

- I don't know.

Who the hell are you?

We're gonna need a copy of this video.

- Just take it.

- All right, so we have facial rec.

This is Bob Gibson.

He's got one pop for agg assault,

another for possession of meth.

- Now, Bob's got a brother.

We think that's the other guy walking out of the woods.

Name's Roland.

Roland Gibson, busted for burglary numerous times.

He did a stint in Danville in 2021.

- LKA?

- They have the same address on their license.

It's 4466 West 48th Street.

It's their parents' house.

Looks like the brothers took it over

when they died and live together.

- Crack off a warrant with Chapman.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Chicago PD!

- Hey! Do not move!

Hands in the air!

Cook! Get these rooms!

- Clear!

- Adam, he's coming out back your way.

- Stop moving! Stop!

- Stop right there!

* *

- Hey!

[horn honks]

Whoa, whoa!

Jesus.

- Clear!

- All clear.

Roland's not here.

- Boss, Bob Gibson is down.

Got hit by a truck. DOA.

- Copy. Make the notification.

- All right, copy you.

- Atwater. - Yes, sir.

- Bag it, tag it.

Get patrol down here, searching for Roland.

Find him.

- Officer!

Good to see you on your feet.

I was hoping we could talk.

[tense music]

* *

.

- That was a hell of a fender bender.

You sure you're okay?

- Uh, yeah.

Do--do you want something to drink, sir?

- No, I'm still on duty.

Have a seat.

[chuckles] Relax. Come on. Relax.

Sit.

Sit down.

[chuckles] Come on.

You know, I make it a point

to know every single officer assigned to OCD.

I know about you, Dante.

Your neighborhood, your time in Maron.

I know you just worked a case there.

And...

I know when an officer

isn't showing up for work on time,

when he's boxing night after night

just to get his ass kicked.

Helps you sleep, feels like punishment?

Hmm?

I've been there.

This job will mess with your head.

It'll make you feel like you've changed.

You want to know the best way to get around that?

Get some wins back under your belt.

Get back to what makes sense--

solving cases.

[soft suspenseful music]

You feel me?

Good.

Look, this is just between you and me.

I got a lead on Roland Gibson.

You up to speed with who that is?

- Yes, sir.

- My CI said he bought drugs at that spot beneath Sherman Park.

He might be holed up nearby.

I need you, Dante.

I need boots on the ground.

I need you to find that son of a bitch and find that Toyota.

Whatever means necessary.

- [sighs] Uh...

why is the Toyota so important?

- [sighs]

There's a half a million dollars' worth of dope inside.

I need it recovered.

I need it kept from the press

so that long-form investigations

are not compromised.

Get the win.

We'll bring it to Voight together.

Trust me. You'll feel better.

- Hey.

Hey.

- No.

- I didn't ask you anything.

- No, you can't have a hit.

- I don't want a hit.

Hey, hey.

I'm just looking for my boy Roland.

You know him? - Nope.

- Rovin? - Roland.

- Rovan?

- No, Roland, Roland.

Roland.

- Never met the guy.

- Who's asking?

- Um, my name is Danny.

I'm his friend.

- Ro never mentioned you, Danny.

- So you do know him?

[sighs]

Look--look, I just, um--

[crying] I think he's in trouble,

and he needs my help.

Here, I just-- maybe you can help me.

Please take it.

- Uh, well,

Ro's probably at his girlfriend's house

over on West 54th.

Lady's got real good heat,

like a warm toaster in there--

walk out feeling like a Sunday bagel.

- You said West 54th? - Yeah.

- What was her name?

- Monica Nelson.

Monica Nelson. Yeah.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Man, do you want a peep?

- What's that?

- You got the look, boy.

- What look?

- Like you need an escape.

[tense music]

* *

- No.

No, I'm good.

Thank you.

[indistinct conversation]

[phone buzzing]

- Dante?

- I got eyes on Roland Gibson.

- What? How?

- The deputy chief, he, uh--

he told me that he thinks that Toyota has drugs in it

and that I should get its location from Roland

by whatever means necessary.

- Where are you, exactly?

- I'm in my personal car

outside of Roland's girlfriend's apartment--

3520 West 54th Street.

He's inside right now, Sarge.

- Have you gotten out of your car yet?

- No.

- Listen to me. Do not get out of your car.

You understand me?

- Yes, sir.

- I'm coming right now.

Hey. - Hey.

- He still in there?

- Yeah.

Monica drove off around 20 minutes ago,

so Roland's probably alone there.

- What's going on?

Come on.

- Nothing's working.

Church, family--

they're not working.

And I go to the gym every night,

and I box until I can barely stand.

And I still can't fall asleep.

[apprehensive music]

I just don't feel like myself, Sarge.

- Okay. It's okay.

Hey, listen.

We're gonna do one thing at a time, okay?

Right now,

just go home.

Okay?

Reid calls, you don't answer.

If Reid shows up at your door, do not answer.

You hear me? - What's going on?

- Just tell me you hear me. - I hear you.

- Look at me.

Hey.

I'll call you in the morning, okay?

We're gonna come up with a plan.

We'll come up with a plan.

[suspenseful music]

* *

Chicago PD!

Do not move!

I will drop you.

Get over here.

Let me see your hands.

You ripped a Toyota yesterday.

- What? - Where is it?

- I didn't rip nothing.

Piss off!

* *

- Let's go.

We found your gun,

the one you used to rip the Toyota,

kill the driver.

You know, if you'd checked that car before you dumped it,

you'd see there was a half a million of dope

stashed inside of it.

Those drugs belong to Jesus Otero.

You ever heard of him?

- No.

- No?

Well, he's a shot caller for a very violent street gang.

Here, take a look out your window.

You're driving through his territory.

Matter of fact, there's a couple of his crew members

right there.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Giving you a choice.

You can tell me right now where you dumped that Toyota

and you spend the rest of your life in prison...

Or I can leave you with them,

let 'em play with you for a while

until you tell them where you put it.

Then they cut your tongue out,

hang you from an overpass.

What's it gonna be?

Hmm?

* *

.

- I found your Toyota.

- Okay, where?

- We're friends, right?

- Yeah.

- Then one friend to another,

don't ever go behind my back to my team.

- Yourteam?

You all work for me.

This is myteam.

And I didn't want to involve Torres.

That was your choice.

You didn't do your damn job right.

- My job right? Jesus.

Look, you want to have a conversation?

Let's have a conversation.

Just tell me what you actually mean.

- Whatever you just did,

however you just found that Toyota,

that was the right way.

And if you won't do that from the jump,

I'm gonna find somebody who will.

That clear enough for you?

- Your Toyota is abandoned in a parking lot

at the Midway Mall on South Cicero.

- Thanks, Sergeant.

- I got two UCs sitting on the lot.

They don't know why.

I'll put the case on record.

Start closing out in case he's tracking reports.

- Okay, no one is gonna move on that car

until they believe the coast is clear.

- No, I'll be there by then.

Stay close to your phone if we need a judge on the horn.

- I'll be ready.

- All right, where are we?

We get the paper started?

I told you to go home.

- What's really going on, Sarge?

- I need you to start that paper.

- That Toyota had Otero's dope inside of it,

so my theory was right.

The driver was affiliated.

Reid got the ball rolling on it?

Why?

Why are you keeping us in the dark?

[pensive music]

* *

- Tell us the truth.

We will lie for you, all right?

* *

- Reid has dirt on this unit.

- What dirt?

- Reid targets vulnerable cops,

and he uses them to build his power base.

The same thing with criminals.

Thinks he's controlling crime.

- Otero--he's one of these criminals?

- Yeah, him and Otero are close.

Reid protects him.

- How?

- By making sure his enemies end up dead.

- [sighs]

- Chapman and I will find a way to bury him.

- And we'll help.

- We can help, Hank.

- We're talking about the deputy chief of OCD.

He will destroy your careers, your pension.

He will take your freedom.

- We're helping.

* *

- You found the Toyota?

[suspenseful music]

* *

- What if no one shows?

- Hell.

Asset Forfeiture's kitty gets bigger.

That's all.

Sarge?

- Yeah, how we looking, Kev?

- Little to no movement.

No signs of Otero's men yet.

- All right, copy.

Just keep your eyes peeled.

- 10-4.

* *

- [sighs]

Adam, anything?

- Doing a walk-by right now.

- Please, come inside.

Our goal is to find a casket as beautiful and unique

as your loved one.

- Otero's selling caskets.

I don't know, boss. We sure he got word?

- He had to.

Look, day's long.

Just keep an eye.

* *

- Maybe Otero got cold feet and didn't send anyone.

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

Look.

Yo, Sarge. - Go ahead.

- We got a male Latino hopping in the Toyota.

- Okay, we let him drive off.

Just stay close.

- Copy you.

[tense music]

What the hell?

Hold on.

I'm gonna head out there.

Stay right here.

Yo, Sarge, something's wrong. - Talk to me.

- He just got out of the Toyota without--

Damn.

Cook! - Kevin?

You all right? - Yeah, I'm good.

- What happened?

- Call it in.

- 5021 King.

We got a car explosion in the parking lot

of the Midway Mall on South Cicero.

- Well, we can't confirm much of anything.

It's possible Otero just got suspicious

once we found his driver.

- And he knew it was a trap.

Moved the evidence.

- Or somebody told him it was a trap.

- Well, I talked to a CI who buys from an Otero corner boy.

It looks like Otero was able to secure another shipment

of dope somehow.

He didn't need the Toyota supply.

He's already back up and running.

Someone helped him.

- Well, what about this offender

who blew up the Toyota?

- In the wind.

- I chased him in the mall, lost him.

We checked every POD and cam near it.

We got nothing.

He was smart.

- So we stay on him.

Otero and Reid.

For now...

go home.

Go home.

* *

[knock at door]

- Coming in?

- I want to clear something up first.

- Huh?

- I read the file on Roland Gibson

after I talked to you.

He had a statement ready when you brought him in.

How?

- I got him to open up.

- How?

- [sighs]

I threatened him.

- You threatened him?

* *

Okay.

Hank, can you promise me something?

We take down Reid, yes,

but promise that we don't forget who we are.

There has to be a line.

We need lines, right?

- I don't know how to answer that.

I need something done,

I don't know where the line is.

That's the truth.

- [sighs softly]

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[dramatic music]

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[wolf howls]