All language subtitles for Chicago.PD.S12E20.720p.x265-TiPEX_track3_[eng]

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[TV playing indistinctly]

- I'm telling you,
I get plenty of food.

Saul and I go down
to every meal together.

It's not half bad.

You should meet Saul.

- I met Saul last week.

He's a real nice guy, actually.

- Huh.

He's no good with cards,
though.

- Yeah, well,
you can teach him.

Just don't play with real money
and we're all good.

Hey, uh,
where's that water filter?

I'll fill it for you.

- Where--where is that money?

- Hmm?

- Oh, the letter
with the money.

[sighs] I, uh--
I put that letter somewhere.

- What letter?

- About the money,
about the Florida account.

I just--I--I had it here.

I--I--I--I just--
it was right here.

- Well, OK.
What account?

- I--

I don't think
I paid everybody up yet.

- What do you mean?
Who do you need to pay?

- The--
- You don't owe anyone money.

- No, the--
no, the fishing, the fishing.

We paid for all that fishing
off the coast.

We gotta--we gotta make
that trip, you know,

with the--the king mackerel.

- Yeah, we took the trip.

So what--what account are
you talking about?

- F-Florida.

- OK, Florida account.

Because we paid all
the accounts in Florida.

You don't owe anyone, right?

Pops?
Do you owe someone?

Was it, like,
a bill or something?

- No.
No, no, no.

- It's just--it's just
this makes me a little nervous.

- I don't remember
taking the trip.

I know it was off
the coast of Destin.

That is a pretty stretch
down there, by the way, Destin.

- Oh, yeah.

- World's luckiest
fishing town.

Oh, you know,
I always caught worst there.

Luck saw me coming,
swam the other way.

What are you looking for?

- [sighs]
Nothing.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Hey, Sonya.
- Hey, hon.

- Hey.
- Have a good visit?

- Yes, ma'am. I got a quick
question for you, though.

Hey, my dad, he, uh--

he mentioned
getting some mail from a bank.

Get anything lately?

- Hmm. All the mail would have
been sorted out front.

- Well, I didn't see anything.

But he hasn't
mentioned owing anybody?

- No. The only thing
that man talks about

is your wedding coming up
and his grandbabies.

- [chuckles] He's got
his priorities straight.

- Why? Is there something you
want me to keep an eye on?

- No, no, I'm probably
making too much of it.

Probably just one of those days
for him, you know?

- Hmm.
- You have a good night.

- All right.
Be careful going home.

That cold front's got
the roads covered in black ice.

- I heard.
Only in Chicago, right?

Never know what spring's
gonna bring for you.

You get home safe, too, OK?

Good night, Walter.

- The unexpected cold front is
expected to hang around

until Tuesday
with temperatures--

Are currently out of the north
at 19 miles per hour.

[tires squealing]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sorry, man.
You good?

Bro, you gotta be more careful.
It's slippery as hell out here.

Hey!

[wind whistling]

Just go home now.
Just go home.

[train horn blasting]

Damn it.

Hey!
You all right?

Bro, I'm police.
I can help.

I'm police.
Stop running, all right?

Come on, man.
- [panting]

- Hey.

[tense music]

Bro, hey, stop, stop, stop!

I obviously don't know what's
going on with you, all right?

But I'm police, I'd like
to help you, all right?

So why don't you
just take a breath?

- Please stay back.
- Take a breath.

All right?
- No, I'm fine.

- Whoa.
- I'm fine!

- Wait. Whoa!
- I'm fine.

[gate squeaking]

- Yo!

Dude.
Hey!

Hey!

- I'm fine.
Please!

- Listen,
I would love nothing more

than to go home to my family
right now, OK?

You come off this bridge
with me, I'll leave you alone.

- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- Step towards me, all right?

[gate squeaking]
Where are you going?

What's the plan here?

Look at me for a sec.

- [breathing heavily]

- What, are you injured?

Don't make me come out there
for you.

- [panting] I'm fine.
- You're not in trouble.

Just come off the bridge.
We'll talk about it.

Bro, it's slippery out here.
All right?

You're getting close
to the edge.

- [sobbing]
- Just take my hand. Come on.

[owl hoots]

Hey.
Hey, hey, hey!

Just--just--

- Please.

- Step away from the edge.

Please.

[person screaming]

[tense music]

- I got you.
I got you.

- Please!
Please!

[grunting and straining]

Don't let me fall!
- I'm not gonna let you fall!

You gotta stop moving!
[person shouting]

* *

[person screaming]

- Help!
I need some help over here!

- I don't wanna die! Please!
- You're not gonna die.

You're not gonna die tonight.
Hey, listen to me.

Listen to me, all right?
I need your other hand.

We're gonna pull
you up together.

- [straining]

I can't! I can't!
[Ruzek straining]

- No, no, don't look down.

What's your name?
What's your name?

- I'm Frank.
- Frank, Frank.

- [straining] No, please.
I have two kids. Please.

- You're too slippery.
I can't do it on my own.

Give me your other hand.
- No! Please!

[screaming]

[thud]

[grim music]

* *

- [breathing heavily]

.

[tense music]

- Hey, Frank!

* *

Hey, man.
Can you hear me?

* *

Hey!

Frank, can you move?

* *

[Ruzek panting]

* *

Frank!

* *

Frank! Hey!

* *

Frank!

* *

All right, I'm coming, man.
You hold on.

Frank!

* *

[Ruzek sighs]

* *

[Ruzek sighs]

* *

Jesus.

* *

[ice cracking]

* *

[ice cracking loudly]

* *

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[Ruzek panting]

* *

What the hell just happened?

[tense somber music]

* *

[sighs]

* *

No, he wasn't here to jump.
He slipped.

It's gotta be parked around
here somewhere, all right?

Keep canvassing.
- Hey, Adam.

[camera shutter clicks]
- Boss. Thank you.

I said we'd take it.

- Medics check you?

- So the man that went
in the river,

he had a stab wound,
lower left abdomen.

Big blade, too.

I mean, the guy was
clearly attacked.

- Adam.

Did they check you?

- Yeah, yeah, sorry.
I wasn't injured.

- The body's not recovered?

- No, not yet.

I was able to get his wallet
before he went under.

Name's Frank Bailey,
36 years old.

He lived in Logan Square.

So I don't know what
he was doing out here.

Sure as hell
running from something.

- Ah.
- I announced I'm an officer.

I tried to calm him down.

It was like
guy couldn't even hear me.

I thought he was drunk
or stoned,

but I'm guessing it was
the loss of blood.

- Was there a blood trail?
- No, no, no.

The guy ran.
He slipped, fell.

And I just couldn't hold him.

Anything?

- No. There aren't any
street cams in the area.

And the PODs three blocks over,
I'm pulling them now.

And the closest businesses
were all closed for the night.

- The hell was
he doing out here?

- Ah--

- All right, what else
have we got on him?

- Not much.

Worked for a software firm
downtown.

He's got a wife, two kids.

There's actually
a picture of 'em in his wallet.

One's a baby.
- Huh.

Hey, listen,
I got Atwater and Cook.

They're surveilling
our long-term target.

I don't want to pull them.

- Yeah.

- We are going
to work skeleton.

- OK.

- Let's see what the ME says

once the body's
out of the water.

- Yeah.

- For now,
just ID Frank's vehicle,

get a BOLO out,
run any in-service calls,

and start building a timeline.

- I'll notify the wife.

- I'll come with you.

- All right.

- [sobbing]

- Ms. Bailey,
we're gonna sit you down, OK?

- Can you sit, Evelyn?
- [sobbing]

- All right, here we go, ma'am.
Right here.

- [sobbing] Oh!

- We're gonna just--we're gonna
grab you some water.

- [sobbing]

- Mrs. Bailey, we're still
piecing things together.

We're gonna find out
who did this.

We're gonna find out

what--
- Oh, you shut up!

I don't know you!

[sobs]

- Evelyn.

Do you wanna try
and drink some water?

Do you know anyone that would
want to hurt your husband?

- No.
I don't know who would do this.

No one would do this.
No, no, no.

- You said
he was working tonight?

- Working.
He's working late.

He's been working late
ever since the baby came.

- Does he ever do anything
after work?

Grab a drink?
Run errands?

- No, this can't be happening.

No.
No, no, no.

[phone line trilling]
OK.

- Evelyn.
- Come on.

- Evelyn, we have family
liaison officers on their way.

Is there anybody that
you want me to call for you?

- [sobbing]
No, this isn't happening.

[baby crying]

Oh, my God.
Oh, the baby.

- Evelyn, why don't we sit, OK?

I feel like this is better, OK?

Officer Ruzek, help.

He's really good
with little ones.

Let's let him
take care of it, OK?

- I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

[baby crying]

- Hey, hey.

Oh, no, no, no.

Come on over here.

Yeah.

What could possibly be wrong?
Huh?

Oh, you lost your Nuk?

Can't have that.

There you go, bud.
There you go, kiddo.

Oh, I got you.
I got you.

[somber music]

* *

[Ruzek chuckles]

* *

- Hey.

Hey, hey.
Anyone got their ears in?

Patrol just got a hit
on Frank's BOLO.

His vehicle has been located
on West Lake.

.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Hey, Joyner.
Good find.

- Clocked it in our canvas
about 20 minutes ago.

Plates are a match
for Frank's vehicle.

- OK.
- Any idea why he was here?

- No, sir. His work
is ten miles from here.

There's not much out here.
- No, there's not.

What's that building?

- Asset Forfeiture's
got it registered to an LLC.

It's out of commission,

like most of the buildings
on this block.

- All right.
- There's no blood.

- So the stabbing didn't occur
in the vehicle.

Get this car towed.

You wanna start there?

[suspenseful music]

A lot of cars.

- Let's see.

* *

Kim, I got two cameras
over here.

- I see them, yeah.

The hell is this place?

* *

- All right, I got blood.

- Open?
- No.

* *

- Is there another door?

* *

Are you doing this?

- Probable cause.

* *

- Whoo!

[electronic music playing]

* *

Kim, blood on the floor.

- 5021 Eddie, I need backup

at the corner of West Lake
and Weston.

- Copy, 5021 Eddie, West End?

- No, no. West Lake!
West Lake and Weston!

- Copy that. Backup en route,
West Lake and Weston.

* *

- Chicago PD.

* *

[muffled music playing]

* *

Yo, anybody down here?

* *

Chicago PD.

- Hello?

* *

- Kim.

[suspenseful music]

* *

This is where it started.

[tense somber music]

* *

[tense somber music fading]

[indistinct chatter]

Thanks, guys.
- Mm-hmm.

It sounds like
an underground rave site.

- Huh.

- Cleared it out as quick
as we could, but these people

have been inside trampling
all over evidence for hours.

- Everyone claims they
didn't see or hear anything.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- We don't know
who's running this?

- No, not yet.

According to
the few sober people outside,

they get a message
on social media

with the door code
the day of the party.

- Part of the allure.
You don't know who runs it.

You don't know who'll be there.
- Huh.

- We sent it all over
to SOMEX and CPIC.

Hopefully they can
run the social media invites,

find the true owner.

- And then this building?

- It's registered to an LLC,
but it's buried in shells.

Asset Forfeiture has it.

- Somebody gets stabbed,
leaves this trail of blood,

nobody sees anything?

- No.
- Huh.

- So there's four rooms
just like this one.

Cheap mattress,
goods used for sex.

- Somebody took the sheets.

- They're missing
in all the rooms.

So is the trash.

Men and women outside are
all claiming

they didn't even know
the rooms were down here,

so don't know
if they needed to be rented,

if they were free-for-all,
or just part of the party.

- We're still working
on the camera outside.

- Yeah, well, get
the blood comparison rushed.

Bring in every single person
outside.

None of them leave
until we clear them.

- All right, boss.

* *

.

- I spoke to Evelyn.

She has no idea why
her husband was there.

Says he'd never
be at a party like that.

She's still claiming
that can't be right.

- Yeah, well,
he wouldn't be the first person

to hide something
from his partner.

- Yeah, but this guy, I mean,

he--he worked at the same firm
for years and was well-liked,

provided for his family.

And the man, he took his kids
to Daddy and Me music classes.

Got no debt.

Got nothing in his financials,
nothing on his phone.

None of it screams
underground rave.

- Wait, wait. Hold up.
We got it.

OCD techs were able to pull
the footage from that camera.

- Great.
- OK.

- Camera was being routed to a
monitor nearby and wasn't old.

It was probably set up
for that party.

OK.

So Frank enters alone
around 22:02 hours

and doesn't come back out
until 22:47 right here.

- All right, who is this now?

Come on.

Come on, show your face.

Here we go. Here we go.

- Head's down the entire time.

- Wait, hold up.

They've got another timestamp
flagged.

- Oh, those girls look young.
[phone buzzes]

Like younger than 18.
And they look high or drugged.

Detective Burgess.

- And they're not moving
on their own.

- All those beds were
being used for sex trafficking.

- I mean, that bag's gotta
contain all the sheets

and trash from those rooms.

They didn't want DNA evidence.

They didn't have time
to destroy the camera.

- All right, so the girls
never look at the camera.

Can we follow the van?

- All right, no plates,
but let me check the cams.

- OK. Thanks. SOMEX got a hit
on Frank's social media.

He received a DM last night
at 7:00 p.m.

with the address of the party
and a code to get inside.

DM said,
"Glad you decided to go.

You'll have fun."

It was sent from
a Steve Bartlett.

- Why do I know that name?

- Because we pulled him
from the club.

He's downstairs in holding.

- Hey, Dante,
Keep chasing that van, yeah?

- Yeah.

- All right.
Steve Bartlett, 36.

[phone buzzes]

Used to work
at the same firm as Frank.

No priors.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, this is Adam.

Yeah, what bank?

In Florida.

No. No, he didn't mention
closing any accounts.

He's got Alzheimer's.

Right.
Did you hear what I just said?

You know what? Actually,
I'm at work right now.

I need to call you back.

[sighs] Thank you.

- What was that?

- Dad closed an account
in Florida.

He owes a bunch of fees.

- I thought we took care
of all the accounts.

- We did, but apparently, there
was one we didn't know about.

[electronic beep]

- What's with the face?
I mean, what could it mean?

- I don't know.

He just mentioned
owing someone.

I doubt it's a good thing
we don't know.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yeah, it's been super fun
down here.

They're all still coming off

of whatever they snorted
or injected last night.

Bartlett's the charmer
at the end.

- Shut up!
- Yeah.

- You already had your call.
You just don't remember it.

- Steve Bartlett,
step up to the bars.

The rest of you, stand back.

You can hear me.
Stand back.

- Hello, Steve.

You lied.

- What?

Wait. What's going on?
Did someone bail me out?

My wife didn't find out
I'm here, right?

- Come on. Move your feet.
Let's go.

- Wait. Do I need a lawyer?
- I don't know. Do you?

You do something wrong?

- Wait, I think there's been
some kind of misunderstanding.

- No, no.
There's no misunderstanding.

You're the one who provided
Frank Bailey with the details

for last night's party.

Party that he was
stabbed to death at.

And somehow you failed to
mention that to our officers.

- [sighs] Hold on.

No, come on.
It's not like that.

- Did you see
Frank get stabbed?

- No.
- Did you stab him?

- What?
No, no. I--no.

I didn't even see Frank
for the whole night.

- See, Steve,
I don't believe you no more.

You lied to us once,

so you understand
my predicament here?

- No, no.

Frank asked me for the details
about the parties, the girls.

- Oh, so you knew that
there would be girls there.

Look at me.

Hey.

Let's all be straight
with each other, OK?

You're a man with a family
and a good job.

And right now,
you're in a police district

being questioned for murder

and the sex trafficking
of underage females.

There it is.
Yes, that's right.

You don't want to be here.

You don't want to be
anywhere near this.

You don't want your life
to go up in flames.

Now, the easiest way
to prevent that

is to just tell us the truth.

Right now, all of it.

You knew you could buy girls
at this party.

How did you know?

- Oh, God.

- Steve, I promise you,

you have to answer me
right now.

- It's a phone number.

- To purchase these girls?

- Yes.

It gets passed around.

Look, an old college buddy
forwarded it to me.

But I never used it.

I--I just go to
these things to party.

- OK, OK.
How does the number work?

- You text it.

They tell you a time,
where to go at the party,

how much cash to bring.

Girls are downstairs.

- You never used the number?
- No.

No.
I swear.

- OK, so how many girls?

How many men with them?
- I don't know.

- I--Steve, don't make me
ask you again now.

- T-two men, OK?

They're like security.

Usually...

[whispers]
Three or four girls.

- You still have that number?

Steve, do you have the number?

- It's in my phone.

It's under John.

- Hey.

Hey.

Frank Bailey,
he wanted that number?

He wanted to buy a girl?

- Yeah.

- Did Frank know
how young they were?

Come on.

Got the number off
Steve Bartlett's phone.

That's it right there.

Got a full warrant.
Thing's a burner.

We're running every number
that ever contacted it.

But the phone is on right now.

- It's currently pinging at
this location in Wicker Park.

It's a small six-room building
owned by another LLC.

- This one's just as
untraceable as the last.

- Six rooms,
one door in and out.

UC Vice cops are
bedded down there now,

and the sprinter
van's out front.

- Good.
- This is it.

Phone's GPS hit that spot
and our warehouse

at least half a dozen times
this week.

Girls could be there right now
with our offender.

- OK, UC cops got eyes
on anyone?

- No one's come in or out yet.

- And we still got no idea who
owns these buildings,

who's running any of this,
the parties, the trafficking?

- Nothing concrete, but boss,
we could swing for exigent.

- All right,
I'll make it work with the ASA.

Just go.

[tense music]

* *

- Chicago PD! Search warrant!

Pop it.

* *

Chicago Police!

Chicago PD!
- Chicago PD!

- Chicago PD!
- Move!

- All right,
go, go, go, go, go!

- Chicago police!
- Chicago PD!

- Search warrant!
- Chicago PD!

[people screaming]
- Chicago PD!

Hands where I can see them!

- Hands up!
- Stop! Do not make me do it!

- Hands up! Hands up!
Hands up! Turn around!

Warrant! Get her turned around!
Let's go!

- Chicago PD!
Stop moving!

- Get your hands up!

- Stop! Stop!

[overlapping shouting]

- Do not look at me!
I will light you up!

I will lock you up!

- Do not move!

- Chicago PD.
You stay right there.

- Please help me.
Please.

Please help me.

They brought me here.
I--I don't know.

- Anyone else in here with you?

- Please.
I'm afraid.

Please. [sobbing]

- I'm coming.
I'm coming.

- [shouting]

[tense music]

[both grunting and shouting]

* *

[shouting inside room]
- Adam!

Adam!

* *

Adam!

* *

- [grunts and shouts]

Adam!

* *

Adam!

* *

[Burgess shouts]

Turn around!
Hands on the wall!

You all right?

[Ruzek panting]

* *

Adam, you all right?

- Good.

[panting]

* *

.

[distant siren wailing]

- You should get that
checked out.

- It's fine.

- I mean, at least have them
clean it, Adam.

- All right, I got an update.

No one inside
matches our offender's stats.

Two of the girls
in the video are AWOL.

None of the girls or johns
have said a word yet.

- So we're nowhere?
- No.

We're gonna have to make time
to talk to my dad tomorrow

because I can't get this bank
to give me any answers.

- They'll probably
only talk to him.

- Oh, well, he doesn't remember
what the account is for

or why he took all
the money out, so.

Facility doesn't have
any paperwork.

I mean, this is a
problem from before,

not a problem from Florida.

- Yeah.
And we'll take care of it.

- Yeah, Kim,
this could be gambling debt.

He could owe someone.
It could be bad.

I mean, I don't know--
- Adam.

- What kind of problems
he's gonna leave us with.

- You'll figure it out.

We don't know what
any of this is yet.

- Yeah.

- Turn around.
Let me look at that.

[Ruzek sighs]
Adam.

- I don't wanna
tell this man's wife

the father
of her two children died

while visiting an underage
sex trafficking victim.

I just--

I don't wanna leave her
with that.

- I know.

- Anything new?
- No, no.

Johns have lawyered up.
The girls are stonewalling.

Security who gave you that cut
is giving us nothing.

- Well, it seemed like

the girls had been
with these men a while.

I doubt they'll be giving us
anything anytime soon.

- The building showed no sign
of the females living there.

Felt like a meet-up spot
for the johns.

- Mm.

- Offender's gotta be
holding them elsewhere.

- GPS in the van was disabled.

- OK, so security
is our best bet.

He had a burner phone
and $2,000 in his pocket.

So we have leverage.
- ID says it's Anton Verimelli.

He's 32, no priors,

and rents an apartment
in Ravenswood with a female.

Might be his girlfriend.

I'm running his
known associates now.

- He's smart.

We got him on aggravated
battery of a police officer

and underage sex trafficking.

Him talking ain't gonna
lower those charges.

So go hit Anton's place.
Rip it apart.

See if you can
find more leverage.

Meanwhile, we'll keep digging.

- [sighs]

- There's nothing to find.

- Yeah, we heard
you the first time.

- May I?

- I don't know what you think
you'll be finding.

Drugs? Weapons?
We're not into any of that.

- You know what your boyfriend
does for a living?

You know he runs girls?

You want to keep defending him?

Remember me?

Found that in your
girlfriend's closet.

She bought it last week.

She's got a doctor's
appointment next week.

Wanted the doctor to confirm
before she told you

'cause she knew how
excited you would be,

wanted to make sure
that it was real.

- You're lying.

- I'm not.
- You're allowed to lie to me.

- I am.

Yeah.

But I'm not.

Congratulations.
She's pregnant.

You won't be around to see it.

[tense music]

- I wanna talk to her.

- Can't.

You won't.

I have every right to throw you
in a maximum security prison.

Prison doesn't need
to be near Chicago,

doesn't even need to have
visitation rights.

- I'm nobody.

I don't run the girls.

I'm just muscle.

* *

- Well, you're just muscle
that has information I need.

So it's really up to you what
you want your kid's life to be.

Life with you in it?

* *

- [sighs]

* *

- Anton says he's broke.

Took a job with an old friend
to pay rent.

This man, Dmitri Salton.

Salton got pinched
five years ago,

domestic battery
of his ex-wife, pled out.

Salton's got
no official job listed,

no LKA, no credit cards
in his name.

- Because he's careful.

Financial Crimes dug into him.
He's got one bank account.

And that account pays
for two separate shells,

both of them linked to our LLC.

- Salton's our man
behind the curtain.

Recruits girls on social media,

pinpoints high-risk individuals
with little family,

little financial options,

uses Romeo tactics
to sweet-talk them

into working his parties.

- He pimps the girls out
from there.

As far as we can tell,

the girls make none of the
money and have no independence.

They're held and watched
by Dmitri 24/7.

- All right, well,

Dmitri's stats match our man
at the warehouse to a tee.

Anton, he didn't
see the stabbing,

but he believes Dmitri did it,
saw him covered in blood.

This is our guy.

- All right,
so where the hell is he?

I mean, he's gonna know by now
we knocked off his buildings.

- Well, Anton said
Dmitri uses two vehicles,

got both plates flagged.

ISPERN's on it.

- Anton also gave up
Dmitri's burner,

but the phone is dark now.
[phone buzzing]

So we're dumping his data

and I can try
to pinpoint his LKA that way.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got a hit on
the flagged plate.

Mile marker 75 on 90.

- Which vehicle?

- Dmitri's pickup.
- OK, run the next marker.

[tense music]

- It hasn't hit yet.
It should have.

He's on 90.

He must have exited.

OK, there are two exits there.

Two gas stations
and a rest stop.

- OK, let's hit him
before he can move.

* *

[engine revving]

* *

- Kim, Adam, you got eyes?

- No, we got nothing.

- No, sir. But he's gotta
be around here somewhere.

Cam popped the pickup truck
pulling right in.

We'll take the back.

- Copy.

* *

- I'm at the other rest stop
just two blocks away.

- Copy.

* *

- Kim.

- I see it.

* *

- I got a truck back here
parked behind a big rig.

Sure looks like ours,
can't see plates,

but it doesn't feel right.

I can't get a look inside.
The windows are too dark.

- Copy.

* *

- I got eyes.
Coming out the back.

* *

[engine revving]

- How much farther, D?

- Don't worry about it.
- I ain't worried.

Just, like,
where the hell are we going?

[indistinct chatter]

* *

- Here.
Let's go.

In the back.

* *

- Dmitri Salton.

* *

Chicago PD.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Put 'em up.

* *

Dmitri, stop!

* *

Get up.

- [grunting]

[Ruzek grunts]

* *

[knife scrapes]

[Ruzek shouts]

* *

- Hey.

Walk to me.
You're safe, OK?

Get your friend.

Hey, no!
Don't get in the truck!

Do not get in the truck!

Hey, hey, get out of there!

- Get up! Start moving.

- Stop!

* *

[air hissing]

* *

- Get out of the truck!
- Get out of the truck!

- Out, now!

* *

- Move.

Adam!
- I'm good.

Let's go.
[handcuffs clicking]

* *

[handcuffs clicking]

.

- Kim.

Just give me a minute.

Come on.

- [sighs]

What?

- We have you on every charge,
you understand?

What you say to me right now,
you lie,

you--you tell the truth,
it's not gonna change anything.

There's no cameras
down here anyway,

so it's just you
and me talking.

- What do you want?

- I want the truth

about Frank Bailey,
the man you stabbed.

[suspenseful music]

Why don't you tell me
what happened?

Why don't you tell me
why you stabbed him?

What happened?

Was he trying to help the girl?
He was trying to save someone?

- Save someone?
- Yes, yes, save someone.

He saw how young
those girls were.

He was trying to help out

and he was trying to
get him out of there.

[tense somber music]

Right?

- He was choking her.

I could hear her

gagging and wheezing
on the other side of the door.

So I went in...

and I stopped him.

* *

[tense somber music fading]

- Are you good to do dinner
with Mack alone?

- Yeah, of course.
Why?

- [sighs]

I'm gonna go see
Evelyn Bailey.

Tell her what happened
to her husband.

And go see Dad.

- Just go visit your dad.
I can tell Evelyn.

- No, no.

I was with her husband
when he died.

I looked her in the eye

and told her we'd figure out
what happened,

so I should be the one
to tell her.

Keep Mack up for me.

- We'll both be there.

- I love you.

- You, too.

[Burgess sighs]

- Prices have increased
up to 5%.

Demand for these items
does continue to soar.

And manufacturers have
admitted they expect--

- So you couldn't tell the
widow a white lie, couch it?

Jimmy Rackon used to
do that all the time.

He was known for it.

He could give bad news
better than anybody.

- If it goes to trial,
it's all gonna come out, so--

she deserves to see it come,

deserves to know
what her husband left her.

- Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

- Pops, I gotta talk to you
about something quick.

- What?

- Uh, last time I was here,
you mentioned some accounts.

I got a call from the bank.

- [sighs]
What does Bill Kurtis want?

Bill Kurtis, the best
damn anchorman in Chicago.

Bill Kurtis.

- Yeah, hey, here,
give me the remote.

I need you to focus
for one second, OK?

I need your help.

We gotta talk about the bank.

- OK, all right.
What about the bank?

- The bank in Florida.
All right?

They can't give me
much information

'cause of privacy issues,

but they said
you emptied an account

and you owe some fees.

Which is fine.
I'll take care of it.

But you didn't
mention the account.

So like, do you owe somebody?

Pops, I won't be mad.

I just--I need to
know what's going on

because I'm gonna have
to take care of it.

You know, I gotta see
what's coming, too, so.

Was it a bad bet?

- Bet?

- Yeah.

- You gotta know the rules.

- Pops.

- 12 stands against the dealer
4 through 6, otherwise hits.

11 always doubles.

10 doubles against the dealer
2 through 9,

otherwise hits.

Easy.
Easy money.

- Is that--
- The bank.

- Thank you.

[Bob sighs]

- For a couple months now,
the dock workers have been

working without a contract.

Negotiations had continued

amicably up until
early this year.

- You made this three months
before you moved from Florida.

This is--

- The Maritime Association
has allegedly--

- Dad.

This is all your money.

You put this in an account
for Mack?

Dad.

[suspenseful music]

You did this for us?

[soft dramatic music]

* *

Thank you.

* *

[Ruzek chuckles]

* *

[Ruzek sighs]

* *

[wolf howls]