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I've read every report on you.

You and me, we are exactly the same.

We take down Reid, yes, but we need lines, right?

I need something done.

I don't know where the line is.

This is Otero's son, Reinerio.

He goes by Rennie.

This stuff is for real.

Chicago PD, let me see your hands.

Your son's looking at 30 years.

He will walk away if you cooperate.

Did Reid order the hit of a drug addict named Jessa Clark?

Yes.

Reid must have ordered somebody to grab Otero.

They want to know how far along we are.

Officer Torres, you're under arrest

due to your sexual relationship with your CI.

Detective Burgess, hand the gentleman your badge.

This Intelligence Unit is disbanded.

Hank, are you there?

Hank, answer the door. We can fight this.

Excuse me, sir? Sir!

You can't be here.

Sergeant!

You don't have access here during the investigation.

All right?

If you need to be escorted out, we will do that.

Please.

Since I've arrived in Chicago,

I wanted one thing,

to make the city safer.

Always that one thing.

I knew it wouldn't always be easy.

I knew it wouldn't always be popular.

But it would always be the one thing I went back to.

Make the city safer.

So it is with that understanding, today,

I inform you a full investigation

has been launched by Internal Affairs

into the Chicago Police Department's

Intelligence Unit.

Starting today, all special operations

within that unit have been suspended.

All officers within that unit have either been

stripped of their police powers

or reassigned to patrol units on a probationary status

until further notice.

The Chicago Police Department is committed

to conducting thorough investigations

into all accusations of misconduct...

Of corruption and crime within our organization in Chicago.

The CPD makes that pledge, and so do I.

I'm not gonna forget

the goal I brought here to make this city safer.

I promise you I won't stray from that.

Yeah, Dad, I'm coming.

Thank you.

Hank.

Why are you watching this?

Come on. We need to talk. - We can talk.

Not here. Let's go downstairs.

I don't have access to the roll-up.

OK. Outside, then.

I'll call you if anything happens.

What is this, Hank? What are you doing?

You can't answer my calls?

You couldn't answer the door for me last night?

I've been a bit busy trying to save my unit.

Yes, I know.

So this is when we double down.

No, don't do that.

Don't half-listen to me.

Hank, this is when you act like a normal human being

and you lean on the people around you who can help...

me, your team.

You really think it's better to do this by yourself?

It's safer.

No, none of it's safe.

And none of it's your choice.

Reid is out here treating Chicago

like it's his playground.

He's playing God.

He's deciding who lives and who dies.

You think you're the only one who wants to fight that?

You're not.

You're not alone.

No one's going anywhere.

What's the plan? Tell me.

According to Dante's arrest report,

Reid has probable cause against us,

but he's nowhere near beyond a reasonable doubt.

IAD's going to have to do a full investigation.

Which means we probably have 48 to 72 hours.

To do what?

To build a way out of this.

Look, we already have the start

of a circumstantial case against Reid.

He's corrupt, he's in bed with shot-callers,

he's ordered kills.

We just need hardened evidence.

Evidence so bulletproof

he can't politic his way out of it.

If we build a strong enough case,

if we discredit him, the validity of his claims

against this unit will evaporate.

How'd it go?

Covered the bail, nobody gave me a problem.

- You OK? - Yeah.

Grab a box.

All right, we're taking down Reid.

Our best shot is Otero's murder.

He buried him alive.

Look, we make that murder, we have him.

Reid wouldn't have done the kill himself.

No, he'd have farmed it out to someone he trusts.

Silva?

My CI confirmed that Silva is running Otero's operation now.

All the sets are cleared.

Reid must have told him to lay low.

Well, what about that cop in 17, Weston?

I ran Weston.

He was working the night of Otero's murder...

at a desk. Witnesses the whole time.

He's not the trigger man.

All right, so we find out who is.

Look, get whatever you need to work from here.

Kim, Adam, I want you to talk to Rennie.

Find out what else he knows,

anyone who met with his father and Reid.

And we're gonna need Otero's Homicide file.

Mm-hmm, I can find a contact in Darien.

- OK, good. - Yeah.

Just keep it low. All right, let's go.

You keep doing that.

I know.

Doesn't feel right not having my badge.

You're gonna get it back.

Can't believe this is happening.

I don't understand how this is happening.

How are we supposed to get married in a week?

Yeah, I know.

Wasn't supposed to be like this.

It's our wedding, you know?

I'm supposed to feel like myself.

I'm supposed to have my badge.

I'm supposed to be police and have my job,

have my unit, be happy.

All right.

- It's fine. Just... - Wait a minute.

Kim...

Doesn't have to be like this.

Yeah, well.

If you want to wait, then we wait.

We can postpone.

Look, we're gonna get married. I got no doubt about that.

The day just doesn't matter.

If we want to wait until it doesn't feel like this,

we're gonna wait.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, I want it to be perfect.

I want it to be exactly what you want.

Then we wait.

We wait, and we do it right.

Platt said you were on the way.

Kid's upstairs.

He's still pretty upset. Keeps asking me questions.

I told him I don't got the answers.

Got it.

Thank you for doing this. - Of course.

I'd do anything for Sergeant Platt.

Sure you don't want me to hold anchor?

- No. - Finally, you're back.

No, we got it from here. Thanks.

You tell me my dad's been shot down,

then you leave? - We're sorry, Rennie.

Sorry? You're sorry?

Yes.

I am sorry, Rennie, but we have more questions.

I don't have any answers.

My dad said he was helping me out of this,

and now he's dead.

That's what I know.

Rennie, you might know more than you think.

I don't. I've never met Reid.

I saw him with my dad once, OK? Once.

And my dad talked to them for about two minutes.

Wait, them?

I have a right to see my father!

Wait. Who's them? You said them. Who's them?

The cops that my dad met with.

Your dad met with more than one cop?

Yeah, there were two of them.

OK, so there was Reid. And who else?

I don't know. I didn't talk to him.

I don't know his name. - Think. What did he look like?

Latino, maybe in his 30s, looked like he hated my dad.

Well, how'd you know he was a cop?

He had his damn badge on.

Can I go now? - No. No, you can't go.

Wait. Hold on. What else...

Do you have bars?

Do I have... what else did he look like?

Can you remember? - Can I go?

- Listen to me. - I'm gonna find a signal.

- Was he tall? Was he short? - I...

- How much did he weigh? - I don't know!

Can I just go? - You cannot go.

I'm asking you... - Come on.

My dad is on a goddamn slab right now, and I'm here.

- I need you to be calm. - No, I can't.

I'm not gonna be calm. I just...

- Keep your voice down. - OK, fine. OK. OK.

And then you go, and then I'm sitting here.

Kim!

Get down! Offenders in the house!

Shots fired! - Get down!

Rennie, stay down! You good? Are you hit?

Are you hit? - Chicago PD!

Kim, are you good? Kim!

Hey, hey, hey. Kim, talk to me.

I'm good.

Kim, I'm coming back up.

Let's go. Let's move, let's move!

Offender's gone. He probably didn't have plates.

We need to move. - You stay behind Adam.

Could be more shooters on the way.

- Stay behind him. - How'd they find us?

I don't know.

- Yeah, one shooter. - Who the hell was that?

Why am I being shot at?

Where are we going? - Calm down. Take a breath.

No, you gotta tell me where we're going, OK?

He had a silencer. He had a cell jammer.

Neither one of us had a signal.

- Hey, I'm talking to you! - He moved, Sarge...

he moved like police. - OK, you can take...

- Put this over you. - What the hell?

Wait. He was there to kill Rennie?

- Yeah, he went right for him. - Can you talk to me?

Rennie! Rennie! Stop talking. I cannot hear a thing.

In and out without

the officer posted out front noticing.

Come on, dude. I'm talking to you.

Rennie had just told us that he witnessed

Reid and another cop meeting with his dad.

This cop was Latino, 30s,

but Rennie didn't catch a name though.

That's why I'm being shot at?

- Rennie, stay down. - Kim.

Stay quiet. We'll figure it out.

Kim, can you hear me?

No, you're not gonna figure this out!

Hey! Down. I can hear you. Go.

Get him to a safe place. Get clean burners.

Check your car for trackers.

This was Reid. He's tying up loose ends.

Sarge, Sarge, what about the scene?

I got it.

Just get him to a safe place.

I had no idea how Reid ID'd that safe house.

I got out before police showed.

What about the brass?

Got a trusted ballistics tech.

He's running it now.

All right, this is who Rennie saw with Reid.

He had a badge. He met with Otero in person.

I'll bet anything this is Reid's hit man.

I don't recognize him.

I'll run his descriptors.

Yeah, narrow it down by OCD.

Look, this is someone Reid trusts.

He's probably in his inner circle.

If that strikes out, we can cross for anybody

with a recent promotion,

anybody with a CR Reid scrubbed.

And any past knowns from Detroit.

Yeah, good. Run it all.

All right, call me when ballistics come in.

Copy you.

What was the plan?

Kill my officers?

You wear a wire here?

No.

Oh, yeah. If only I could trust that.

Huh.

You know, I ID'd you as soon as I came to town.

Old-school police, understood the spirit of the law,

would understand me.

You just attempted to kill two of my officers.

You want me to understand that?

OK.

You can turn in your badge. You, Burgess, Dante.

I'll let the rest of your team continue working patrol.

They can get their pensions

as long as they keep their heads down, stay far from me.

And you?

I'll keep the city safe.

You ID'd me wrong.

Ballistics came in. It's a match.

The casings and rounds from the safe house

matched the gun used to kill Otero

and Jessa Clark, the addict from our first Lawndale case.

OK. What do we have on the gun?

It's a known street gun,

passed through plenty of hands.

Gun was last linked to a junkie dealer

in Homan Square, Juan Turlo.

No LKA.

His probation officer marked him AWOL two months ago.

Homan Square?

All right, where does he deal in Homan Square?

Rabbit?

No.

- I need your help. - No, no, no.

- I need your help. - No. Come on, man.

You got to be kidding me, OK?

I'm clean now, OK? Look at me. Yeah.

And the last time I saw you, I was dying.

You remember that? You don't need my help anymore.

I do.

OK, well, I've sorted my life out.

OK? I'm a changed man.

Good.

Look, I'm just looking for someone.

Juan Turlo.

Juan, Juan, Juan...

sorry, I don't know who that is.

You're a bad liar sober.

All right.

Juan Turlo.

What the hell do you want from me?

♪ Tombstone shadow ♪

♪ Stretching across my path ♪

♪ Tombstone shadow ♪

Jesus, you're making me nervous.

Can you buy a drink or something

so you can calm down?

You look like you're gonna eat whoever

walks through the door. - Is he coming?

I don't know.

Look, I said this is where he used to sell.

I don't know his schedule.

♪ Ooh, there's a shadow on my back ♪

You know, you look even worse than the last time I saw you.

And last time I saw you, you looked like a corpse.

So, hey, look, maybe it's time you look

into a different line of work.

What? OK, fine.

God forbid I say a word while I'm sitting here

being held hostage.

Walking goddamn ghost comes into my laundry room

looking like a damn haunting.

♪ Five dollars on the table ♪

♪ Ooh, keep away from my tomb ♪

How long have you been clean?

Four months, man.

Four months.

Four months.

You do it on your own?

Oh, look, he cares.

Invested in my sobriety,

and yet still brings me to bars and makes me meet dealers.

No.

I did not do it on my own.

Was it worth it?

♪ Don't you do no traveling ♪

♪ Fly in no machines ♪

What kind of question is that to ask?

Go out the back door. Do not be seen.

I'm police.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You're gonna answer my questions.

You're gonna answer them fast.

Like hell.

You had a SIG Sauer P320 AXG X-series.

- What are you talking about? - Who has that gun now?

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

You don't answer now...

I will keep standing here asking you questions

over and over till this whole bar,

this whole block notices.

You're out of here talking to police

for hours on a Saturday night.

And I'm gonna go through your pockets.

Who has the gun? Who?

You. You have the goddamn gun.

Cops pulled me over, took my product,

my cash, my gun.

Police have it.

What's the name of the cop?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's him. - You're sure?

- Yes. - You saw him clearly?

I saw him. That's him.

Now can I leave?

Hey, you can't keep me here.

Just trying to keep you safe.

Well, I don't feel very safe.

You just showed me a photo of the cop that shot at me.

I don't want to be around cops.

I want to go to my cousin's place.

- Sarge, it's me. - I'll lay low.

We got the information.

That's two individuals who can corroborate

that Joseph Caldera is a corrupt Chicago police officer

who skimmed drug money.

One individual can connect him directly to Reid.

His ballistics make him on two murders.

It's good evidence, I'm not denying that,

but it's good evidence on Caldera.

It might not be enough to conclusively charge Reid.

We need evidence

that Reid ordered Caldera to commit murder.

Ugh, so we basically need him to inform on Reid.

Without the connect it was ordered,

it's circumstantial.

It'll be a gamble.

OK, what the hell else do we have on Caldera?

He's been on the force ten years,

couple years in Narcotics,

but he got kicked to a rubber gun squad

for excessive CRs.

And almost all of them are use of force complaints.

I mean, it's no surprise that

he was hit with multiple civil suits

and his debt's been piling up.

And his wife's got stage 3 lymphoma.

They spent most of what they have fighting that.

He's a perfect mark for Reid.

And he's desperate enough.

Mm.

The hell is this?

You know who I am.

I got a text from my CI to meet him here.

That was me.

What the hell are you doing?

I want to talk about Reid.

I wouldn't.

That's just gonna make things messier.

OK.

Go ahead.

You want to see the evidence yourself?

I got you on two homicides.

The rest of your life in prison.

So why am I here? Why am I not in cuffs?

I'm offering you a deal.

What a way to offer.

You give me Reid...

you detail every order he ever gave you,

I'll place you in protective custody

in a maximum security prison,

one where your wife can visit you.

And if I don't?

Well, you know the end of that story.

You get killed in gen-pop.

Your wife dies a very lonely death.

What is wrong with you?

What don't you understand about Reid?

This city, this job, is a joke.

It's a farce.

We have no control anymore with our little toy badges.

People kill for nothing.

People's lives are worth an Instagram post...

they're worth $20 and a couple of blues...

lives are cheaper than they have ever been,

and we can do nothing.

We solve a quarter of our murders.

We arrest, we put men in cages,

and they walk in six hours or less.

The media hunts us down, asks for our heads on stakes,

and they're the first to scream cowardice

when we're too slow or too buried by red tape,

too slashed by this world to break down a door in time.

We control nothing.

There is no law and order.

Lawlessness won.

So don't tell me you don't understand men who fight back,

men who look at the darkness and meet it.

Do you want the deal?

Nina, Caldera, he agreed to the deal.

We're coming in.

I want you to keep it quiet till we get there.

Call Kim.

Tell her to get Rennie ready. We're coming in.

- Yo! - Hey!

Boss, you all right? You OK?

Let me help you down.

- He can't die. - Let me help you.

Let me check you. Let me... let me.

- Hey! - No, no. He can't die.

- Sarge! - He can't die.

Call an ambo! - Sarge!

Hey! Call an ambulance.

- Sarge. - Hey.

We're not on the books. What am I supposed to say?

Just make something up. Just get them here now.

I got him. Come on.

- Hey, get your phone out, Kev. - Yep.

- OK. - Come on.

Put it on record. - Yeah.

Come on, tell me, tell me.

What's your relationship to Deputy Chief Reid?

Stay with me. You're OK.

Come on, tell me.

South 46th and Carmel.

Come on, stay with me. Come on.

What is your relationship to Deputy Chief Reid?

Come on, you're OK. Stay with me.

Stay with me. Come on.

No, no.

No! No!

No!

- No, I don't know him. - No, no.

- I couldn't stop. - Stay with me!

Stay with me! No!

You're OK! Stay with me!

No!

- Boss. - No!

Come on, come on!

Stay with me! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

- Boss. - Come on.

Come on! Where's that ambo?

- It's coming. - Come on!

Boss, he's gone.

He's gone.

All right, listen to me, we have to move.

Get those cuffs off.

That car is clean.

It's going to look like...

it's going to look like he was driving.

Get rid of that gun.

Kiana, you got to toss that weapon.

This has to be enough to charge Reid.

This is enough. - It's not.

Caldera didn't say a damn word. He admitted nothing.

Look, all of you, get back to command, you hear me?

I will handle the rest.

Wait, Dante, I need your car.

Get back to command now.

Let's go. Let's go!

2-3-4, go ahead.

It's all gonna come out now.

All I know is I got called

to an officer involved vehicular crash.

One of our police was in a covert,

probably working some kind of off-the-books surveillance,

but we may never know the truth.

I'll be sure to put a team on it

to investigate thoroughly,

but my guess is...

They won't find anything on him.

Absolutely nothing.

You turn yourself in,

I'll give you a chance at dignity.

I mean, if you want me, you can have me.

Deal no longer stands.

I guess you don't know me either, Hank.

Oh, I'll get your badge, your team's badges.

They're already mine.

You just haven't accepted it yet.

Give in already.

Just give in. - Mm.

It'll feel good.

But we can't get inside Caldera's house legally,

and we can't get a warrant for any of his electronics.

There's officers loyal to us that will share evidence.

There's... there's telephonic data.

Or GPS data that links Reid to Caldera,

anything to show they met off-book.

I mean, what if we just ran Reid's burners again?

He had to have bought them from somewhere.

We can try to get creative with his financials.

There has to be something. Reid isn't perfect.

There will be evidence.

Any build will help.

And if we have to move on circumstantial,

we move, and I argue the hell out of this case in court.

Just keep digging.

Where are you going?

Keep digging.

- Where? - It doesn't matter.

Then why can't you look at me?

I'll be right back.

Please tell me where you're going.

- I don't need to tell you. - I'm not a child.

I know you don't need to tell me.

I'm asking you to tell me. - Why?

So I can help you.

So I can stop you.

Nina, I gotta go.

Hank, you know we're past this, right?

You and me? We're past this.

I know you know that.

So don't ruin this.

Don't do something that you can't turn back from.

That I can't turn back from.

I have to.

Sergeant.

Morning.

This shouldn't take long.

Today's just a preliminary roundtable discussion.

Deputy Chief. - Good morning.

Looks like everyone else is already inside.

Sergeant Voight.

Down!

Inside! Take cover inside! Call the guards!

- Get down! - Inside! Inside!

Come on, take cover! Inside! - Chicago Police! Down! Down!

Get down! Get down!

On the ground!

No, no, no. Stop moving.

I'm here to help.

That's it.

I'm cold.

He shot my father! He shot my father, Jesus Otero!

He buried him alive!

He threw him in an open grave to die!

He killed him! He killed my father!

He ordered his hit! You! You killed him!

You buried him alive! - Get him off.

He threw him in an open grave, OK?

No, no! You... you killed him!

You killed my dad!

Hey. Stop moving. Relax.

You...

you're worse than me.

He killed my father.

He ordered his death.

He and Patrol Officer Joseph Caldera.

The deputy chief was working with my father

to control the drug trade in Lawndale.

I witnessed them meeting multiple times.

So did my father's men.

Ask Silva.

Ask any one of them.

Silva?

Yep.

I want a deal.

And I want it in writing.

If you offer me full immunity,

I'll tell you everything you want to know

about your deputy chief.

I'll give you all the documentation I have too.

Yeah, that's all of it.

That's everything I know.

IAD will be here to collect all our evidence

against Reid this evening.

Look, I spent the whole night with Rennie.

He was calm, but he wanted to go home with his cousins.

I mean, I had no legal right to keep holding him.

He understood the risk to his safety.

He insisted he wanted to bed down with family.

I mean, he was calm.

So Silva confirmed Rennie's statements?

As of now.

He mentioned evidence Otero and him held against Reid.

I mean, it's possible that evidence exists.

I saw their interviews.

They were both convincing, but we'll have to wait and see.

All right, let's pack up that evidence.

IAD will be here in an hour.

They're continuing their investigation into our unit,

but...

I mean, given the volume of claims against Reid,

I'm guessing that'll disappear.

What, so it's...

it's over?

I think so.

Yeah, it's over.

All right, come on. Let's bag it up.

So we're actually gonna be OK.

Yeah.

Yeah, we were wrong.

What? What about?

No, just we shouldn't have postponed.

You know, you never know what's gonna happen,

what's around the corner.

I just...

shouldn't have postponed.

Yeah.

Too late now. - No, wait. I...

does it have to be?

Congrats.

Hey.

You made a deal with him?

Silva?

I didn't trip. I made it.

I thought I was gonna fall, kiddo.

His brother was released on good behavior

two days after you spoke.

You told him what to say, promised him immunity,

and you gave him his brother.

You released Rennie.

You told him how his dad died, how he suffered,

and then you gave him Reid's location.

You sanctioned Reid's death.

That's not who you are.

I know you.

You told me you believed there could be more.

I don't get more.

Please rise.