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And many fans are
still reeling from that

historically terrible season.

It's just a dismal
time to be a fan

of the Chicago White
Sox, but the good news is

there's no place to go but up.

Assuming that ownership can
acknowledge the severity

of the problem,
because this offseason,

they need to be making
drastic changes.

And, yes, a rebuilding
year will be painful

for the organization,
no doubt, but worth it.

No.

Damn it.

Oh, hey.
- Hey, I was just calling you.

Yeah, I know I'm late.
Where are you going?

Well, Defense asked
for a continuance.

We're not up.
- Oh.

You all right?

There's a leak in my basement.

Oh, OK.

Well, we're gonna
be pushed months,

but we should review once
while it's still fresh.

Can you do breakfast?
- Yeah, sure.

I'll drive.

So a leaky pipe? That's all?

By the way, if you need
approval for a warrant

anytime soon, you're gonna have

to bug someone else.
- Hmm?

I got pulled into a federal
RICO case out of Denver.

Starts next week.
- That cartel thing?

Kid got pulled over with
expired registration.

Got caught with six
keys of dope in his car.

He's only 18, but
he looks affiliated.

It's gonna be a long one.

5021, squad, repeat
that description.

Female, white,
balaclava duct-taped

around her neck, arms bound.

5021, hold me down responding.

Hey. Voight, Intelligence.

Where's the victim?
- Inside.

She keeps panicking every
time we try to approach.

- Well...
- She's gonna hurt herself.

I've got an ambo coming.
- Good, good.

Hey.

She won't let me get closer.

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

Through here?
- Yeah, through there.

- Just wait outside.
- All right.

Miss? I'm police.

- No, no, no, no.
- It's OK.

- No, get away from me.
- OK.

- No.
- I'm not coming any closer.

No, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm just here to help.

Now, take it easy.

Miss, I'm Nina.

I know this police officer.

OK, I trust the police here.
They are not gonna hurt you.

We're just here to help.

Is that OK? Can we help you?

OK, I'm gonna come closer,

but only if you're OK with that.

OK. OK.

OK. I got you.

You're safe. OK.

Now, I can take your
mask off, but, um,

gonna have to touch
you. Is that OK?

Can you say OK?

Because I won't touch you
unless you say it's OK.

- OK.
- OK.

All right, I'm gonna
get this mask off now.

I'm just gonna touch your neck
so I can take the tape off.

It's OK. Just me.

You're safe.

OK. OK. OK.

I'm peeling off the tape.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK.

OK.

No, no, no, please
don't touch me.

Please stop, I don't want
to be touched anymore.

I know, but we have
to examine you.

Jamie, I'm just gonna ask
you one more question.

Do you know the
man who hurt you?

- No, I said I don't know.
- OK.

Please tell them to
stop touching me.

OK, I know. They know.

- Ah! Ugh!
- Are you hurt there?

Draw 2 milligrams lorazepam.
- Drawing 2 of lorazepam.

No, no, no! Please! Please!

I just wanna go home. Please!

Anybody got ears in?

Why did you respond
to that radio call?

I worked a version of this
case before, 15 years ago.

You need a lift back to court?

No, no, I'm gonna stay
here so she won't be alone.

Copy, Sarge, I'm here.

Listen, I need
everything you can get me

on a Jamie Mackinson.

Mid-30s, female, white,
brown hair, brown eyes.

I'm en route now.

Trudy.

Hey, all the '09 case files
are getting pulled now.

Do you think it's the same?
- I don't know yet.

We gotta work it.
- All right.

Hard copies will be here soon.

Thank you.

All right. What do we got?

Patrol's doing a grid search,

canvassing the area
you found Jamie.

Nothing yet.

Victim is Jamie
Danielle Mackinson, 35.

She's an aspiring
artist who works nights

as a cocktail
waitress, lives alone,

rents a house in Ravenswood.

No 911 calls, no reports
from any neighbors.

No clue as to what
actually happened to her.

Huh.

She didn't give
you anything else?

No, just her name.

She was beaten, likely raped.

All right, let's
find some evidence.

Hit Jamie's house,
pull PODs, cams.

Talk to her friends,
neighbors, associates.

Hey. Here.

- Oh, thank you.
- There's more on the way.

Listen, the way Jamie was bound,

it's very similar to a
spree of unsolved rapes

I worked 15 years ago.

Never had a suspect.

All right, we're not
jumping to any conclusions.

We just go where the
evidence takes us.

- Copy that.
- All right.

I pulled all of Jamie's socials.

She's got a string of DMs
from a Mikey Gonzalez.

He's 40 years old.
He's Jamie's ex.

Looks like they broke
up about a week ago.

He doesn't seem
too happy about it.

"You're making a big
mistake. Trust me."

"Stupid bitch, you're
gonna get what's coming."

"Deadass, bad things
happen to people like you."

The last two were
sent yesterday.

Mikey got a sheet?

Yeah.

Prior arrest for sexual assault.

He works at the
same bar as Jamie.

Just spoke to the
manager. He's there now.

OK, let's you and
me hit it, Torres.

The rest of you,
work Jamie's house.

Pull her cell records,
start building.

Stop! Get out of my bar!

Get off my ass! You
don't want this.

- Ow!
- There's Mikey.

- Wanna try that again?
- Oh!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop! Police.

Stop! Stop fighting. Stop.

Come on.

Back.

Get the hell off me.

Get him out of here!

Oh, you called the cops
on me, you fat clown?

You kidding me, huh?
- Get him out of here.

That's not why we're here.

Yeah? Why you here?

We're here because of Jamie.

What? Jamie?

What are you talking about?

When's the last
time you saw Jamie?

I...

- When?
- Two nights ago.

She was with her new
man, so I bounced.

Where? Where were you?

Outside her place.

Some guy in a van came
through, so I left.

Some guy in a van?
That's the best you got?

Yeah, that's the
best I got, bro.

What do you got?

OK?

Oh, yeah.

Shut up.

Stand up.

Whoa. Oh.

Oh.

Hey, hey.

Stop fighting.
- Hank?

Stop.

See you up there.

What's up?

Jamie Mackinson
just died at Med.

What?

Doctors believe she's
been bleeding internally

for the last 24 hours.

She was hemorrhaging blood
from trauma to her spleen,

so she must have been beaten.

Postmortem, doctors
were able to disclose

that she had been
raped, and her body

was drenched with a, um...
- Chemical hair remover?

Bleach agents,
internal and external?

Yes, exactly.

It's the same.

It's all the same.

He's back.

I'm telling you everything.
Why would I hurt her?

She's the love of my life.

Love of your life who
you called a bitch?

Who you threatened?

Because she broke my damn heart.

- What about the other women?
- What other women?

Cathy Ward, Megan Cobb, Alexis
Fogerty, Suzanne Hall...

Who the hell are they?

Claire Ballard,
Sara Marie Larsen.

I don't know those other women!

His alibi checks out.

Mikey's cell records
put him with his cousins

in Kenosha all
weekend on a bender.

What, for 48?

Yeah, we've got witnesses
and half a dozen bar cameras.

And the prior rapes?

Mikey was living in
Tampa 15 years ago,

moved back to Chicago in 2020.

He doesn't look good for this.
- All right.

We get anything
at Jamie's house?

No. No signs of a struggle.

Neighbors didn't see anything.

Kim's got forensics doing
a full sweep of her place.

OK, what about the van
Mikey claims he saw?

I can't confirm it.

There's no PODs
on Jamie's block.

I can't confirm the
van he saw either.

'Cause, you know, "Large
and wearing a hoodie"

is not a great description.

The only thing we
can confirm, Sarge,

is that Jamie left work
at 1:00 a.m. two days ago.

She returned home. Phone
was completely shut off.

Nobody's seen her
until you found her.

OK.

Back in '09, there was
a string of six rapes,

one every two months.

Victims all had brown
hair, were in their 30s.

They were abducted late
at night from their homes,

held for 48 hours,

and when they resurfaced,
they had a balaclava

taped around their neck.
Their arms were bound.

They were doused in
bleach, chemical agents.

Rendering rape kits worthless.

Yeah, I never got
a shred of DNA.

Victims never saw the offender.

He used a voice modulator.

After a year, the
rapes just stopped.

What was your theory?

The offender died, skipped town,

or was jailed on
another offense.

So he's active again,
or this is a copycat.

Yeah, but none of
this information

was ever made public.

15 years is a long break.

Look, I'm gonna press Mikey
for a better description

of that man and the van he saw.

Rest of you, just grab a box.

Let's look into the
past until a lead pops.

Find anything?

Uh, no, not yet.

Mm.

You remember all your old cases?

The unsolved ones, yeah.

Well, I was thinking I'd
help you build this one

from the ground up, work here.

Appreciate that.

- Hey, boss.
- Yeah.

- Found something strange.
- OK.

About four years ago, one
of the original victims,

Suzanne Hall, she called
911 and told the dispatcher

that he sent another one.

- He sent another one?
- Yeah.

She got flustered, hung up.

They sent a car, but officers
couldn't make contact.

- Hmm.
- Job was coded out 19-Paul.

Could be nothing, but...

No, that sounds strange.

Yeah, I'll check
it out. Thanks.

Huh.

You want help?

I helped with Jamie. It
might be worth your while.

Yeah, sure. Come on.

Who is it?

Chicago Police. It's
Sergeant Voight.

Voight.

Please.

Thanks.

You look different, better.

Looks like you found a
way through all that...

I don't know what we're
supposed to call it...

pain?

Hmm.

At least better than me anyhow.

He's my second.

Still new on the job.

- Well, he seems good at it.
- Mm.

Suzanne, we're here
to follow up on a call

you placed a few years ago.

Do you remember calling 911?

Oh, that, yeah.

That was nothing.

Just paranoia, one
of those things.

A mistake is all.

Well, you said, "He
sent another one."

Hmm?

- Did I?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know what that means.

You know, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm really not interested
in dredging up the past,

if that's why you came.

Another woman was taken.

She was held, abused,
same as before.

Only this time, she died.

If you know anything
that could help.

No.

Suzanne, what did you mean

when you said, "He
sent another one"?

I was the last victim.

He... he... stopped.

I... I didn't think
it would help.

What would help?

Stay here.

I'm sorry.

I... I believed what he wrote,

so... so I never said...

Yes, photos each year.

So put a trap and
trace on Jamie's phone,

get Tact on her house.

Offender doesn't
know she's dead.

Might send her a photo.

Get a protection detail
at Suzanne Hall's.

On it, boss.

What did she mean, your pain?

She said you found a
way through your pain?

Yeah, I know what she said.

I, uh... this was the first
case I worked after my wife...

my wife, Camille,
died, and I was, uh...

I wasn't OK.

Here.

You were right.

Offender sent a photo to
Jamie's phone 20 minutes ago.

Came from a prepaid burner,
which we're now tracking,

along with a single word text...

"Sufforing."

The word was
misspelled like that?

Yeah.

We're enhancing
the background now

and running it through
any system we've got.

CPIC's on it too.
- Previous victims?

Still tracking them down.

I'll confirm if they
got Polaroids sent.

Hold up. Wait,
I got something.

The burner that sent Jamie's
photo is actually on.

It's moving west
through West Englewood.

Let's go. Nina.

I'll be here.

All right, Kev,
offender just turned.

He's heading north on Essex.

The 3800 block of Essex.

Just turned off Essex,
now heading west on Caro.

Wait, wait. I lost him.

- What?
- Burner went dark.

Got last seen on the
8200 block of Caro.

All right. We step light.

Kev, Adam, I got
blood in the alley.

Lock it down now!

Chicago PD!
- I don't work here, man.

- Chicago PD!
- He the only one.

Hey, I need to see
your security footage

from the side
entrance right now.

- It's right here.
- OK, let's go.

What's going on?

Just show me the
last 10 minutes.

Come on. Come on!

There. Rewind it.

Keep... right there.

Play it.

Get some tape up.

Don't let anybody
step on my scene. Kev?

Yeah, the ID was
confirmed in the purse.

The woman in the footage
is Ellie Miller, age 22.

Her phone was in the purse.

I got an investigative
alert going out right now

to track down that van.

All right, get a
rush on all of it.

Blood, cigarette, keys, purse.

We got stats now on our
offender off that video.

Alrighty. I'm on it, Sarge.

- Hey, boss.
- Hey, you get plates?

Nah, nothing on the
front of the van.

No chance for facial rec,
but there's a handicap pass

on the rearview.
- OK.

The city only has
nine red Dodge vans

assigned handicap passes.

Six of them are
owned by one company,

Home Wellness Aides.

Company website has pictures
of every one of their employees

in red polos, just
like our offender.

Beautiful. I'll hit it now.

Hey, run the scene.
Find me that van.

Hey, boss.

Only thing is, the
original victims,

they were taken from
their homes late at night.

Organized, meticulous. This...

I know it doesn't fit.
It doesn't matter.

A girl was abducted.

Let's find her.
- You got it.

No, I can't just give
that information out.

Do you have a warrant?

37 minutes ago, a man
in a red polo shirt

violently abducted a
woman off the street.

He dragged her into
one of your vans.

Now, he's a white
male, brown hair,

6'5", 280 pounds.

Who could that be?
- Oh, my God.

That's Kyle.
- Kyle who?

Kyle Hogan.

- Kim, are you there?
- Go for Kim.

Name is Kyle Hogan.

Can you track your vans?
- Yes.

Yes.
- All right.

I got his address.

It is 3277 Boardman Avenue.

Get a team over there right now.

Here's his plate... 9,
Frank, 14, X-ray, 5.

- Copy, putting it out now.
- Oh, no.

"Oh, no" what?

Normally we can track them,

but Kyle's GPS isn't showing up.

Maybe he turned it off?

He's due at a client's
in five minutes.

OK, where?

We got the van,
Sarge. It's empty.

There's fresh blood on the door.

All right, Torres,
you cover the back.

Kev, you're with
me. Grab a bar.

OK, we're quiet till we're not.

In position.

Hey, good afternoon,
Chicago Police.

What's going on?

Oh, we got a call about a
noise complaint in the area.

You hear anything?
- No.

I was running the bath.
- Oh, is this your home?

- No, I'm a health aide.
- Oh, good for you.

How long you been here today?

Just started, 10 minutes ago.

Mind if I come in,
take a look around?

Mm. This isn't my house.

I'll just be a minute.
What's your name?

Breaching front!

Chicago PD! All right.

Clear left. I got upstairs.

Mm-hmm.

Where's Ellie? Where's Hogan?

Hey! Slow down.

Kev?

Kev, talk to me!

Oh, no, no. No, no, no.

Torres!

Breach!

Atwater!

Go! Go, go!

Hey!

Hey, enough!

Stop fighting.

We recovered Ellie's
blood from Hogan's van,

as well as hair and prints.

And the client's house?

No signs of Ellie.
No visible blood.

Forensics is still scrubbing,
but it doesn't seem

like she was ever there.

So we have a one-hour timeline

between Ellie's disappearance
and Hogan's arrival

at the client's house.

He must have dropped
her somewhere.

Right, how old is Hogan?

29.

So he would have been
14 during the '09 rapes?

That's right.

Hmm.

Where's Ellie?

Jamie Mackinson.

Her boyfriend saw you
abduct her from her home.

She ended up dying from
the injuries you gave her.

That's murder one.

Life in a box.

Now, where's Ellie?

OK.

That's you abducting
Ellie into your van.

We have it on video.

Hey! You getting
the trend here?

I have you.

Now, where is she?

This is your one shot to make
things better for yourself.

You talk to me, I help you.

Now, where is Ellie?

OK.

Let me ask you this.

She doesn't match the others.

All the other women,
they're brunette,

in their 30s, taken from
their home late at night.

Ellie's blonde.

She's 22, taken
in broad daylight.

It was bold. Why?

I mean, why did you
change? Why her?

- She was begging for it.
- Mm.

She caused you anguish?

What?

Caused me English? What
the hell are you saying?

I'm saying you
changed your pattern.

It wasn't smart.

I mean, you've always
taken your women at night.

It was planned, intelligent,
and sophisticated, even.

Yet you took Ellie...

it was broad daylight.

I'm asking you why.

Why? Why did it change?

Hmm?

Because I can make
decisions too.

You know, I never
said you couldn't.

Someone else did, though.

He said you're
just muscle, dumb,

like a dog who takes orders.

That's what your partner said.

Nice, huh?

He said you're his dog.

He makes you fetch. Then
he feeds you treats.

Hmm.

You trying to trick me?

It won't work. I
want my lawyer.

I know you're a liar.

He would never say any of that.

Is that right?

Hey, Hogan admitted
he has a partner.

It could be the
original offender.

It tracks, would explain
the change in MOs.

- Could explain Hogan's age.
- Yes!

All right, so tell
me we got a way to ID

this partner, a
way to find Ellie.

We tracked Hogan's van
from the laundromat,

but it entered a dead zone.

We lost eyes from PODs
on this area right here.

OK, so what connects
Hogan to that area?

It's hard to say.

He doesn't have any family
or friends over there,

according to his
phone or socials.

What about clients?

Huh. Let me see.

So from McKinley Road to
Franklin and Boylston,

he's got one client.

Edgar Penn, 55, retired
mechanical engineer.

His brother is Stuart
Penn, the defense attorney.

Oh, I know Stuart.
He's a shameless prick.

He got popped for
solicitation in the '90s.

He got rough,
strangled a prostitute.

She called the
police. Bad victim.

His brother took care
of the whole thing.

According to the health
agency, he was diagnosed

with MS 15 years ago.

Well, that would explain
why the rapes stopped.

Penn became
physically incapable.

And Hogan's been his
aide for six months.

Ah, now it all makes sense.

Penn found someone with
the same appetites as him,

someone physically
able to abduct women.

Penn's house is
in that dead zone.

Hogan could have easily
dropped Ellie off there

and got into his client's
home by the time we met him.

This is it.

And you believe
Ellie is being held

at this Edgar Penn's home?
- Yes.

We understand this isn't enough

for an arrest
warrant, Your Honor.

We're hoping for
a search warrant

under exigent circumstances.

And so you pulled me from my
grandson's school recital?

Yes, Your Honor.

We believe this is a
life-or-death situation.

Well, you're entitled to believe

in pink unicorns, Ms. Chapman,

but as an assistant
state's attorney,

it is your duty to meet
the burden of proof.

I can't do anything with this.

We're asking for
exigent circumstances.

We meet that burden.

You do not.

Penn has a documented
history of sexual assault.

15 years ago, he got sick.

That's why he stopped
until he met Hogan.

Penn taught Hogan everything.

But Hogan went off book
and abducted Ellie Miller.

Then he stashed her
at Penn's house,

where she's being
held right now.

On what evidence?

Can you put the van
at Penn's house today?

Any electronic
communication between them?

A statement from Hogan?

This is Stuart Penn's brother.

He would have me impeached.

That's your concern here?

My concern is probable cause.

So you... you're just
going back to your evening?

I signed 26 of your
warrants in the past month,

Sergeant Voight.

26, that's an insane
number. Yet I signed them.

A woman is being raped!

Do not do that.
I'm doing my job.

It doesn't look like it to me.

You haven't done your job yet.

Go do it.

OK, you don't have
to hold me back.

I'm not a pet.
- Jesus.

You really thought snapping
with him would work?

You know, I don't
care about him.

I just care about not
failing them again.

Again?

You didn't fail
them the first time.

Hank, I read the files.
I read the cases.

There wasn't evidence. Your
police work was flawless.

Oh, really?

Then why isn't Penn
rotting in a jail cell?

Why is there a woman
being held right now,

and I can't get to her?

Because you can't
win every case.

I took that case five days
after I buried my wife,

because I needed the work.

I wasn't OK.

So I don't know what I missed,

but I am not missing
anything this time.

OK, then let's go find more.

In position.

All right, cut it.

He's got every window
shade down in front.

We can't see a thing, Sarge.

We got nothing in the yard.

Pulling trash now.

All back windows are dark.
Shades are drawn here too.

What was she like?

What?

Your wife, Camille.

Warm.

It's hard to picture
you like that.

What? Domesticated?

No, belonging to someone.

Trash is secure. Moving out.

House is clean.

It's all real clean, too clean.

I mean, literally, every
single piece of trash,

bleached.

Burgess is still
working the boxes,

but every piece that we
recovered is wiped clean.

There's no DNA, no
prints on nothing.

We can't put Ellie there.

Well, you know, that
is suspicious behavior.

We can put that in
front of a judge.

We already tried. Noes
all across the board.

And the sneak-and-peek
brought up nothing.

So did the cell tower dump.

All right, previous
victims, then.

What's the connect
between Jamie and Penn,

Penn and the '09 victims?
- We don't know yet.

This man seems to be smart.

It appears that every woman
he selected was at random.

Well, Hogan is not smart.
What do we have on him?

I've proffered everything I can.

He's not biting,
won't say a word.

OK, Suzanne?

She can't ID Penn.

He kept a mask on
her the whole time,

modulated his voice.

We got nothing on the
Polaroids or notes.

Same with our past victims.

- Handwriting?
- Mm-mm.

Because of the
progression of Penn's MS,

experts couldn't make a match.

- Penn's neighbors?
- We contacted them.

We might get more
answers in the morning,

but so far, we got nothing.
- Come on.

Somebody had to see
or hear something.

You'd think.

Listen to me.

There has got to be a
connect. There's gotta be one.

OK?

Penn made a mistake, believe me.

It's either now or 15 years ago.

So we go through it all again.

I got it!

I got a search warrant.

Different judge, Judge Reyes.

I found precedents,
emergency aid exceptions.

What?

You can move on Penn's
house. We're good.

Let's go.

We all good, boss?

Yeah, let's go.

Chicago PD!

No!

Let me out!
- It's all right.

I'm police.

I got you. I'm
gonna cut you free.

You're safe now.

I got you. I got you.

It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

I'm not coming near you.

It's OK. He's gone.

It's OK. Can I help you?

Can I...
- No!

All right. OK.

Here, let me... let me help.

You're gonna be OK.

Gonna be OK. OK? You're safe.

I'm gonna take
this off. It's OK.

You're safe now. You're OK.

You're OK.

I know.

He's dead.

You're OK.

It's over. It's over.

OK? It's over.

You're here with
me. You're safe now.

I know.

I know.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Dead?

Are you sure?

Yes.

The same man, the... the
one who took me, who...

He's dead?

Yes. He's dead, Suzanne.

I just...

They always talk about
trauma splitting up your life

into a before and an after.

And I... I never had the after.

I've just been in it...

all these years.

He's dead?

I think it's the after now.

Huh.

Oh, man.

Hey, come on in.

Laundry day?

I'm cleaning up after that leak.

Oh.

Well, you invited me here.

I assume it's to argue.

An imaginary
confidential informant?

You add an imaginary
CI to our warrant?

You could have
ended your career,

probably taken
mine down with it.

No one's ever gonna find it.

And if they do, I won't
ever let it get...

No, that is not how it works.

You don't lie for me.
You don't protect me.

Why not?

Because that's not how it works!

How what works?
What do you mean?

You and me?

I'm not in your unit, Hank.

You don't get to
dictate my choices.

I knew Ellie was in that house.

I knew we didn't have
it, so I made a choice.

- So you risked your career?
- Yes.

For that girl? For you? Yes.

You can't even hear it, can you?

- What?
- That I care about you.

I do. I care about you.

I have feelings for you.

And you don't get to
dictate those feelings.

Look, we don't ever have
to mention it again,

and I don't expect a
damn thing from you,

but let me be clear.

If I want to care about you,
if I want to protect you,

to risk what I want to risk,
to make my own choices,

then I will.

I leave for Denver tomorrow.

I'll see you in a
couple months, Hank.