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Didn't you grow up
in Garfield Park?

I did.

This is where my mother lives.

You're wearing
your hair different.

I guess it has been
three years.

There's a fundraiser here
on Wednesday night.

Let's keep the talk
of your job to a minimum.

My mom and dad had
a one-night stand.

My mom's family disapproves.

My daddy raised me on his own.

Hey.

Get in, get in.
- Hey.

Sorry, I'm still
getting the hang of this.

You're good.

You know, I really don't mind
catching the L.

Are you gonna say that
every time?

You are not an inconvenience.

It's all good.

Thanks.

And it's just
six more weeks and

you'll be back to full duty.
- Yeah.

It's gonna fly by.

She does call a lot, huh?

Yeah.

What if it's an emergency
though?

If Patricia Dixon
was in trouble,

I'd been hearing about it
from the National Guard.

A'ight?

Units in the Ninth District,
we're getting calls

of shots fired
at Ahmed Jewelers.

Randolph and Maypole.

Possible armed robbery
in progress.

The alarm has been activated.

That's right by us.

- Nah...
- No, take it.

I'll stay in the car.

Really.
I'll hold your six.

5021 King.
Squad hold us down.

Responding to a possible
armed robbery on Randolph.

10-4, 5021 King.

Units be advised,

we have plainclothes officers
responding...

Dante, I can't clear

and also watch your six.
- Limited duty.

I'll be limited.

I'll stay right here.

5021 King.

I've arrived on the scene
of the armed robbery.

Call's bona fide.
I'm entering now.

Keep the cars rolling.

Chicago PD!

Police!
Hands!

Let me see your hands!

Chicago PD!

Chicago PD.

5021 King.

I got two down, DOAs.

Possible offender still
on scene in rear of store.

I need backup.

Copy, 5021 King.
Backup en route.

Chicago PD!

Call out!

Police!

Hands!
Let me see your hands!

5021 King.

I got offender fleeing
out the south alley.

White male, maroon jacket,
black pants.

Stop!
Stop right there!

Stop!

I got him, Dante.

Get up, get up.

Put your hands up.

Now, what's your name?
- Louis.

Louis.
I'm Louis.

What were you doing
in there, Louis, huh?

You got a weapon on you?
- No, no.

I never touched a gun
in my whole life.

Well, why were you
in that store, huh?

- I just--
- You just what?

You just smashed
into the place?

You shot an employee?
- What? No.

It was open.
I didn't smash into the place.

The door was open.
I went in there after.

There were these
three guys, OK?

They had on masks.

Like, they were, like, human,
but dead-looking,

creepy as hell masks.

Do I look like I have
a mask on to you?

I didn't rob that place.

I just saw an opportunity
and I took it, that's all.

Come on.

- What did you get?
- Smash and grab.

Three-man crew.
The store had interior cameras.

Caught the robbery on film.

Apparently,
the tweaker we found inside,

he was telling the truth.

Oh, well, let's not give him
a gold star yet.

The junkie was looting
the store.

All offenders were masked,
gloved, and similar height

and weight, around 6'3".

Tweaker said he saw them flee
in a beat-up gray sedan

missing hubcap.

Didn't see the plates.

Huh.

The victim?

ID'd him as the owner,
Dev Ahmed.

Now, cam showed
that he was trying

to lock up a quarter after 7:00
and the crew smashed inside.

One offender
kept his gun trained

on Dev while the other two
smashed the place up.

This took time.

It's time they could have been
using to load up jewelry.

They only grabbed
a few pieces,

shoved them into a backpack,

and then Dev pulled a Glock.

One of the offenders panicked,
shot him three times,

but Dev managed to fire off
one round before he dropped.

So the prints came back
to an Amir Jackson.

I just got off the phone
with the university.

This kid was an honor student
at Cole.

He had a full ride.

Why did his prints hit?

'Cause he had a DUI
nine months ago.

Just talked to
the county clerk.

He finished all of
his community service

and attended
all his AA classes

right before
the court deadline.

And then he ended up
on a smash and grab.

There's no GSR.

He's not Dev's shooter.

All right, dig into him.

Find out how the hell
he ended up here

and who he's with,
and find that getaway car.

Copy.

Got it.

2000 Toyota Avalon,
missing hubcap.

Ran a red light
on Ashland and Grand,

two blocks from Ahmed Jewelers

three minutes after
we arrived on scene.

It's got to be the getaway car.
- Can we see inside?

Uh, the windows are tinted,

but the camera
did pick off the plates.

Wait a second.

Here we go.

Car's registered
to a Ruby Rios, 25.

Lives in Pilsen.
- Does she have a sheet?

Yeah, a couple pinches for
drug possession, one assault.

All arrests happened
outside the strip club

that she works at,
Satin Gentlemen's Club.

- In Little Village.
- Have you been there?

Once, thank you.
Place is a dump.

- Offenders are all 6'3".
- Well, she doesn't fit.

But she didn't report
her car stolen either.

Ran the particulars.

Two armed robberies
in the last two weeks popped,

one in Cicero,
one in Maywood.

Three armed offenders,
masks, gloves, similar weight,

height, smash and grab,
used spray paint,

hardly took a thing.

OK, what about
the getaway car?

No, but we're
still scouring PODs.

Sure sounds like
our offenders.

I mean, in all three of
these robberies,

the offenders,
they just didn't take much.

Yeah, sounds like
they're more interested

in the thrill than the loot.

Three in the last two weeks--

that means they're not gonna
wait long to get another hit.

All right, Kim, Kev,
go talk to Ruby.

Ruzek, comb through
the other robberies.

The rest of us,
we keep digging into Amir.

Let's go.

Hm, I don't see
any Toyota hooptie.

If y'all had a warrant,

y'all wouldn't be
standing there

like a couple
Jehovah's Witnesses.

Badges.
I want to see them.

Bet you knowing Spanish
as a white lady

scored you extra points
in the application process.

Where were you last night,
Ruby?

- I was working.
- Where's your car?

2000 Toyota Avalon,

gray, four wheels, an engine.

I know what
my car look like.

Why do you care?

It was used in the commission
for an armed robbery.

Where is it?

Somebody jacked it.

And no,
I don't know who or why.

Why didn't you
report it stolen?

Cars get jacked here
all the time.

And I just found out
an hour ago my Avalon is MIA.

I'm getting ready for work.

Didn't have time to do nothing.
- OK.

Anyone else use your car?
- Just me.

You didn't loan it out
to anybody?

No.

Amir Jackson,
you ever loan it to him?

Amir who?

Now, look, I know y'all
are doing your job,

but I'm running late for mine.

More questions, officers,

swing by Satin's
in Little Village.

Ask for Ruby Diamond.

You won't be disappointed.

Her alibi checks out,
but I think she's lying.

Felt like she knew Amir.

Maybe not well,
but there's definitely

a connection somehow.

We did a deep dive
on Amir's socials.

I saw basic college bro stuff.

That's him, and that's Ruby.

There are multiple photos
taken on the same nights

of our robberies hours
after the stores were hit.

They smash and grab,
then celebrate.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Ruby is involved

or she knows way more
than she's letting on.

Anyone else in the pictures
match our offender stats?

No, no,
but we're still running.

Oh, when was
her last possession pop?

Six months ago.

Her club's been indexed
by Narcotics.

They believe that
the girls are selling

to the customers inside.

So Ruby doesn't want
to talk, that's fine.

We'll get her on a buy bust,
then she'll be talking.

Ruzek, you and Cook
make it happen.

All right.

Thank you. Yes!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Can I get two Jameson's, and
you want a beer, too, right?

No, no,
I can't do another shot.

- Yes, you can, yes, you can.
- I can't do another shot.

You're celebrating
not getting evicted, baby.

Now, we need two shots,
two Pilsners,

and if you see his ass
sipping a damn shot,

you kick him out of here.
- You got it.

- All right.
- Oh, man.

Don't be rude.
Don't be rude.

She's on stage.

All right, all right,
give it up for Ruby Diamond.

What about this one?

We now have Coco
on stage one.

Let's give her some love.
Coco on stage one.

- Let's see a dance from her.
- Hey, baby.

- Oh, I love her.
- Ruby!

It's her. It's her.

Excuse me, excuse me,
excuse me, excuse me.

How much for
a private dance with her?

- With her?
- Yeah.

All right, hold on.
Ruby.

Will you stop looking
so miserable, man?

Come on, lighten the hell up.

I'm light.

We're here because
he almost lost his place,

but then he ended up getting
the money and then some.

Mm, that's good.

You should celebrate.

Mm.
See? See?

I told you,
we should celebrate.

I knew she'd agree with me.

- Your turn?
- Yeah.

But I need some more drinks.
- Mm-hmm.

No, I can't.
I can't do any more drinks.

I need to balance out.

I need a little
something different.

I ain't got nothing else.
All right?

So I'm just gonna
get us some shots.

Hold it.
Can you help us out please?

You know anybody nearby
who can hook us up?

Maybe.

Hook you up with what?

Well, what do you know of?

- I know all sorts.
- Oh.

We just need a little bump.

And we're not overpaying.

I came here once when Sydney
was working here,

and she completely
worked me over.

The blow wasn't even good.
- Shut the hell up.

You don't even pay anyway...
- I pay.

So what difference
does it make?

You got some?

Y'all expect me
to believe this?

Really?
What are you, Vice?

Narcotics?

Are you rolling
with the same popo

giving me the Spanish
Inquisition about my car?

I invited them here,
not their friends.

Ruby, we know
you know Amir Jackson.

You lied about it.
We need to know why.

Fine.

You obviously want
something real bad from me,

so I'll play ball,
if and when

you tell me
what's in it for me.

And the price is
gonna be damn high.

So then these
slick-ass cops

try and hit my homegirl Mari

with aiding
and abetting charges.

I know Mari since fifth grade.

Girl could have been one
of them seven dwarves

to Snow White.

She's tiny. You feel me?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I get the reference.

But Mari can throw down

better than some dudes
twice her size.

Seriously.

I seen it
with my own two eyes.

So no way them popo were gonna
scare her into ratting,

not without
proper compensation.

So how much did
your homegirl Mari get?

- 20 Gs.
- Oh, OK.

That wasn't
no knock-knock joke.

That's what happened.
Bible.

What do you got, Ruby?

I say nothing until
I know I'm getting paid.

My price is 20k.

Yeah, well, see,
I think there's been

a little misunderstanding.

What do you mean?

I mean,
you lied to my officers.

You knew Amir.

You knew what he was
using your car for.

I can book you for accessory
to murder right now.

What?
No, you can't.

That's circumstantial,
which in your world

means you got nada.

Girl, if you knew my world,

you'd know that I hand
the state's attorney

charges based on
circumstantial evidence often.

Ruby,

you're a stripper
with three priors,

a mountain of debt,

and you got a bad attitude.

You think good
defense attorneys

are just gonna be lining up
to help you?

I'm here to tell you something.

You will do years in the joint.

You feel me?
Years.

Your abuela,

she's gonna be all on her own.

I'll tell you
something else, girl.

While you're at Shawnee,

I'ma do a sweep of that club
of yours for drugs,

and I'll be sure
to tell the owner

that you're the reason
for the warrant,

and you know
he's gonna tell his friends.

So by the time
you finally do get out,

there's gonna be no jobs
or friends left for you.

Should I keep going?

Now, did you loan
your car to Amir?

No.

Then who?

Damone.

Who's Damone?

Customer.

So you loan your car
to all your customers?

Just the ones I'm screwing.

What's Damone's last name?

- Russell.
- Russell.

Did you know what
he was using your car for?

No.

There were three offenders.

Who's the third?

- I don't know.
- Who's the third?

I don't know.

I don't know nothing
about no robbery.

I just loaned my car.

That wasn't necessary.

Excuse me?

That in there,
the way you spoke to her.

That wasn't necessary.

A man died,

a man with a wife, children,

business he spent
his life building.

He's dead 'cause a couple
young men wanted a thrill.

Yes, but I could
have broken her.

That fast?

It wasn't necessary.

We got a suspect.

You're kidding me.
That's Damone Russell.

That kid's a student at Cole.
He's a basketball superstar.

They're calling him
the next Steph Curry.

Kev, hey, check this out.

Damone, Cole hoops,
he's a suspect?

Picture's on the board.

He's locked in for
the first round in the draft.

He's doing smash and grabs?

He matches the offender stats

and we've got corroborating
witness testimony

that Ruby gave him her car.

- Can we put him at the scene?
- No.

There's nothing new
from forensics or PODs.

Nothing on his cell phone that
points to any of the offenders,

no matches on ballistics,

no hits on
the getaway car itself,

and we ran almost all
of Amir's known associates.

No leads there, either.

All right, so let's gamble.

We'll bring him in before
he can get his ducks in a row.

Scare him for 48.
Get him to talk.

All right, you two, let's go.

Kim, you send me the address?

Everything else you got.
- Will do.

Nice.
Free throw.

Wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on.

Hey, this is a closed practice.

You can't be in here.

We're police.
Come on.

We need you to come down
to the district with us.

- Why?
- We need to talk to you.

Well, I don't go anywhere
with police.

Would you be
more comfortable here?

I mean,
we can interview you here

in front of your teammates.

We just want to discuss
the felony murder charges

in which you're
a person of interest.

Let's go.

We have the right
to hold you for 48 hours.

If we do not charge you
after those 48 hours are up,

we let you go.
- Do you follow?

But Damone came here
on his own,

so we will ask him questions.
- You will not.

My lawyers, bitch.

We have every right
to hold Damone for 48 hours.

Is my client under arrest,
Sergeant?

You know he's not.

Ma'am,
I'm asking Sergeant Voight.

- Excuse me?
- And she answered.

He is not.

But we can talk to him
all we want.

You're welcome
to sit beside him.

He's not going anywhere
near an interview room.

If you take him upstairs,
I call the mayor.

He was just at
Cole University's

home game last week.

Spent over an hour
talking to Damone

about how he's an inspiration
to Chicago's youth.

You're saying this kid
is above the law

because he plays basketball?

Damone's name, image,
and likeness

are $4 million and counting.

That name, image,
and likeness are not going

anywhere near the police.

Unless you want
to fight some more,

have me call the mayor,
or actually start

making charges
I know you don't have,

we're done here.

Yeah.

Any luck?

This kid is
apparently bulletproof.

Money.

What about Ruby?

What about her?

Damone Russell's
image is pristine,

yet he's been ripping smash
and grabs and screwing Ruby.

He's getting something
out of it.

He doesn't like
the world he lives in.

He doesn't like his image.

OK.
How does Ruby fit in?

I flip her as a CI.

I get this girl.
I can work her.

She reaches out to Damone,

offers him a good time,
an escape,

I think he'll take it.

She works him,
gets a confession.

You ever had a CI
of your own before?

No.

I can handle it.

Well, then, flip her.

Hey, you take Ruzek with you.

He can back you up.

So you two are my knights
in shining armor now?

You wanted to work with us.

No, I didn't want
to work with you.

Yeah, we can give you cash.

We can give you that.

- If I wear a wire.
- Well, yeah.

Yeah, that's the deal.

But, Ruby, if at any point
you feel like it's going south,

you just walk away.

I can't get you 20k,
but I can get you half,

and that's enough
to buy you time

to figure out your next move.

What?
'Cause I can't like what I do?

I didn't say that.

Sure you did.

It is ten grand.

That's good money.
- Tax-free.

Mm-hmm.

So then I can become worthwhile
with all my ten grand.

I didn't say that.

Well, I had to call
your father

to confirm you weren't dead.

That was fun.

Kiana, whether you want
to admit it or not,

I'm your mother.
- Ready to go.

And I'm trying to turn--

That's your ma?

Not going down
without a fight, huh?

No.

You don't want to know
if it's real?

Nah, been there,
done that.

I used to go there
every summer as a kid.

I spent two months trying
to do everything perfect,

play the part, just so she'd
spend five minutes with me.

- And?
- And she never did.

All right,
well, here we go.

Hey, baby.

You've been partying
without me?

Now, that's not very nice.
- Yeah, I've had a few.

What, you like me again?

I thought you was mad at me,

wasn't gonna
speak to me again--

Boy, I just got mad.

I've been hot for you
since the moment I saw you.

Ain't nothing new.

No, I don't know
if I believe that.

I don't know
why you would want me.

Come on,

let's go somewhere private.

I'll tell you what.
She's pretty good.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

Mind you got change
for a ten?

Yeah.

Ruby.

You can talk to me.
- Just stop. Stop it.

Just stop!

Ruby, stop!

Listen to me.

Did you tell the police
I had your whip?

- No.
- Look, I get it if you did.

Let go of me.
Let me dance.

I shouldn't have yelled
at you.

Let go of me.

I didn't mean
anything I said.

I don't want you to dance.

I want you to tell me
if you told the cops.

Did you tell them
'cause you were mad at me?

Atwater, is there any way
you can get us eyes?

Is that why
they picked me up?

Ruby, you told me you cared.

You acted like you loved me.

- I did care.
- Listen to me.

I didn't mean anything I said.
I love you, Ruby.

I love you.

I got--

What the hell just happened?

Hey, Kev,
I need you to get me eyes.

First door on the right.

Damn, this ain't the bathroom?

Hey, they're not in here.
They must've went out the back.

All right, that's them.

That's Damone's vehicle.

I told her not to go mobile.

Well, we can roll 'em up
right now

or we can tail them.

It's your call.

- Tail them.
- All right.

So where the hell
are they going?

But why would she
get in the car?

I told her don't get in the--

Where are they going?

I can't get in.
- I got it.

Cut her off at the alley.
- Bet.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on,

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

I don't have eyes.

Kiana?

No, I don't have eyes either.

I don't have 'em.

Oh, damn it, Ruby!
Damn it.

What the hell happened?
Where is she?

We don't know.

The Audi's been in the wind
for about an hour.

We got BOLOs out.

- Her phone?
- She left it in the club.

OK, LKAs?

We sent squads out.

We've got nothing
on them yet, Sarge.

- Is she in danger?
- I don't know.

Damone was pressing her
about talking to the cops,

but he also said
that he loved her,

and then he mentioned
that they had a fight.

I don't know.
- We got a hit on our BOLO.

Patrol ID'd Damone's Audi
at a motel off West Ogden.

Let's go.

What the hell?

What are you doing here?

Are you OK?

Where's Damone?

He left.

What do you mean, am I OK?

Bring her back to 21.
We're all clear.

What are you
doing here, Ruby?

What the hell
happened to your wire?

Nothing happened.
It's right here.

I told you not to go mobile,

and I damn sure didn't tell you
to check into a motel,

screw the man,
or touch your wire.

I didn't touch the wire.

What are you mad about?

I got you everything
you wanted.

Weren't you listening?

Get dressed.

Look, I'm telling you,
Damone was on one.

No way I was gonna get y'all

what you wanted
when he wasn't straight,

so I took him to that motel
to work my magic.

It's not my damn fault
your wire system went bust.

You did a heat run.

What the hell is a heat run?

You tried to dust us.

I took a shortcut.

I thought Chicago's finest
could keep up.

Look, Damone was in a mood.

He kept apologizing
for the other night

when he called me
his stripper bitch side piece,

so I cheered him up
at the motel.

I got him talking.

And?

And he didn't pop nobody.

He said some assclown
named Clay Watson did.

Clay Watson, the equipment
manager for the team.

I don't know.

Damone said Clay likes to act
like some big shot badass.

Clay's been smash and grabbing,

popped the owner
on the last hit,

gave all the bloody jewelry
to his girl.

I'm sure you can
find proof of that.

Clay is who you want.

Get out of here.
Move.

Chicago PD!

Search warrant!

Stop moving!
Ah!

It's locked.
Clay Watson!

Stop!

Stop right there!
- Stop moving.

Get back.
Stop!

Turn around.

Give us your hands and stop.

This silent treatment
isn't gonna help you.

We recovered the stolen goods
from your apartment

and your girl's place, Clay.
We got you dead to rights.

That's 12 years
for the goods alone.

Also recovered the mask
you dumped in your garbage can.

When forensics
gets done with it,

they're gonna find gunshot
residue all over that,

aren't they?

And we have a source
who will testify

that you killed the owner,
Dev Ahmed.

Your best shot is talking.

Give us the rest
of what we need.

Point us to Damone Russell.
- Who was your source?

I'm not gonna tell you that.

I didn't kill nobody.

Lawyer.

I want a lawyer.

We recovered
the jewelry and the mask.

There was no weapons
inside Clay's house,

no trace amounts of blood.

Why get rid
of the murder weapon

and keep the mask?
- Dumb kid with an ego.

Without that recorded
confession from Damone,

we do not have enough
to hit him yet,

not with his team of lawyers.

I want this case off my desk.

Make it bulletproof now.

Hey, what is it?

Ruby lied to me.

The hell are you doing here?

Your grandmother said
you had the early shift.

There's a thing
called a cell phone.

Don't got to be bothering
my abuela like that.

You lied to me.

Yeah, I pulled the cameras
from the motel.

You got there ten minutes
before we arrived,

and you paid the manager to lie
about your check-in time.

You weren't screwing Damone.
You didn't lose your wire.

You pulled it off.

Girl, I don't know
what little fantasies

you got running
through that damn mind.

Ruby, what did you do
for that missing hour?

Did you tell Damone that
the police were onto him?

Did you tell him
to hide evidence?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You know, I don't get it.

You said that you wanted
to come in and work with us.

You wanted to be my CI
to work Damone.

But that was for what?
For his money?

His lifestyle?
- Screw you.

Then what?
'Cause I don't understand.

I'm not gonna tell you
what you want to hear,

so this conversation
is pointless.

It's not.

Ruby, you yanking that wire,

you telling him the police
were onto him

and whatever the hell you did
in that hour,

that's obstruction of justice.
That's jail time.

This conversation
is the only thing left

protecting you.

Tell me what you did.

I'll say that you was confused.

I will say
that he threatened you.

I will protect you.

And he'll go to prison.

He'll go either way,

'cause we'll find evidence.

No, you won't.

Ruby.

No, he is not worth this.

And I know that you know that.

I know that's why
you came to work for us.

You don't need him.

You don't need him.

You think I don't
want that to be true?

I don't want to love him.

I don't want to be
chasing after him.

But I'm not gonna
tell you anything.

Yeah, scrub every traffic cam
from West Grand

to 54th between 10:00
and 11:15 p.m.

You're looking for
a black Audi,

Illinois plates,
Zebra 126 Tom 50.

You got it?

Go.
- We traced the route.

It looks like Ruby
and Damone's last stop

before the motel
was the Chicago River.

Where?

West end, off Broad.

Cams look like the car
was across the river.

There's an angle that
shows us what we need.

I'll meet the rest
of the team there.

What do we got?

9 mil, bloody clothes,

and the shoes are a match
for Damone's size.

Spatter look good
for the shooter?

Most likely.

Forensics will
put a rush on it,

and the caliber is a match.
- Hmm.

And Ruby told Damone
everything at the club

when she ripped the wire off,

and then they
drove to his house,

and they drove here
to dispose of the evidence.

Street cams confirm it all.

OK.

And apparently,
she loved him.

Hmm.

Kiana,

informants always
belong to someone.

It's never us.

Come on.

- Ruby Rios.
- She in there.

Get up.

Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?
- You heard her.

Get up.

You know this is VIP, right?

Get up and come here.

You pay good,
hard-earned money

to have a private room and--

Cook?
- Step down.

Step down.

Ooh, he's mad.

No. Don't.

Not a thing.

You know
you got nothing, right?

You got it twisted.

My lawyer's gonna
have me out in days.

Hands behind your back.

I'll be on the court
in a month.

Yeah?
See, the thing is,

we found the evidence
you tried to dispose of

in the river.

So you know, game over.
- Uh-uh.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Nah, nah, nah,

look, my lawyers
gonna meet me there.

They're gonna have
your badge, Cook.

She's gonna
have your career,

and I'm gonna be out
before you know it.

I'll be back.
You'll see.

I'ma be back.
- Come on.

Look, don't worry.
I'ma be back.

See you too.

Well, I had to call
your father

to confirm you weren't dead.

That was fun.

Kiana, whether you want
to admit it or not,

I'm your mother,

and I'm trying to turn
a new leaf with you.

I don't want to harbor anger.
I just want to try.

Come to dinner Sunday.

Please, just give me a call.

Hello?

Hi, Mom.