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[soft dramatic music]

* *

- [sighs]

[sighs]

* *

[grunting, shouting]

- Bye, Ma.
- [speaking Spanish]

- Gracias, Ma. Okay.

- Okay. Gracias.
- Eh, eh, eh!

[grunting, shouting]

[grunting, shouting]

- [speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]

[clears throat]

* *

[hissing]

[grunting, shouting]

[gunfire, shouting on tv]

[intense knocking]

- Hello? Open up, somebody.

Hello, I need help.
I need help.

Open up, somebody.
[speaks Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]
- Hold on, Ma. I got it.

- [crying]
[speaking Spanish]

- What's wrong?
- [speaking Spanish]

- I need you to help me.

- What--what is it?
Are you hurt?

- No, no, no.
I'm fine. It's Ivan.

They just took him
right in front of me.

- Wait, hold up.
Brenda, Brenda, take a breath.

- Okay.
- Take a breath. Come in.

- [breathing heavily]
I was, um, picking him up

from the market from his work,
and then he came outside,

and these three men,
they came out of nowhere

and started grabbing him
and then took him

towards this van.
- Ay, Dios mío!

- And then I tried
to get them off of him.

They pushed me.

And then they threw him
into the van,

and they drove off.

- Did you get a look
at their faces,

skin color, anything like that?

- No, they had masks on.

- What color was the van?
- White.

I--I told the 911
police lady all of this.

- Oh, so you called 911?
- Yes!

And I waited for,
like, half an hour.

Nobody came,
so then I showed up here.

- And you have no idea
who could be doing this.

Was Ivan having any problems?
- With what?

- Was he involved in anything?

Did he owe anybody money?
- Dante.

- What kind of
a question is that?

You--you know us.
Ivan is a good man.

- I know.

- You need to be out there
finding him,

not accusing him.
- I'm trying to do my job.

- Well, I need you
to do better, please.

[phone chimes]
- Okay. What?

What is it?

- I think Ivan just made a--
a withdrawal from an ATM.

- Wait, hold up.
How much? Let me see.

- 1,940.

- And 2,000's
your max withdrawal?

- Yes. Why?

- [speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]

- Oh, no, please,
if something happens to him,

I don't think that I could--
please, no.

- I'm gonna do everything
that I can.

Yeah, alert came in
at 11:48 p.m.

Withdrawal from
his personal account.

- How far are you from the ATM?

- Seven blocks.
- Okay, good.

Well, just head over there.

Secure the scene
and check for cameras.

Maybe grab a plate
off that van.

I'll meet you over there.
- All right.

Uh, Sarge,
I know this guy, Ivan.

I know his family.

My mom shops
at his supermarket.

I--I play basketball
with his son.

I just--I gotta get him back.

- All right,
so let's get to it, then.

- Thank you.

Sarge, I'm pulling up
to the ATM.

I have eyes on Ivan Alvarez.
- What?

What about the offenders?
- No, it looks like he's alone.

I don't see a van.

He's taking out more money
right now.

I have no idea what's going on.
- Okay, move in light.

Keep your head on a swivel.
I'm still a mile out.

- All right.

[tense music]

* *

Hey, Ivan, Ivan.

[speaking Spanish]
- Dante?

- [speaking Spanish]
- Watch out!

[both grunting]

[glass shatters]

- [grunts]
- Dante!

[grunting]

No! No! No!
- [shouting]

* *

.

- I'll get you bandaged up,

but you're gonna need
some sutures.

- I'm good. I'm good.

- You got anything on that van?
- No, we got nothing yet.

They stayed out the way
of the bank cams,

and there's no PODs in there.
- The supermarket Ivan owns?

- And his cams
are under maintenance.

Imani's canvassing the scene
right now for witnesses,

but I don't think
anybody saw anything good

because the offenders
were masked and gloved.

- What about the ATM camera?
- That I do have.

Bank security just sent over
the footage

from the first withdrawal.
Here we go.

- The offenders had knowledge,
avoided the cam.

- Yep, at 11:48 p.m.,

they make just under
the max withdrawal,

hold anchor,
and then right after midnight,

they do it all over again.

- They're double dipping,

waiting for the daily cap
to reset.

- That sounds like
a flash kidnapping, man.

That happens all the time
in Latin America.

They take a victim to an ATM,
and they bleed him out dry.

It's quick and easy
payout for them.

- Contacted Asset Forfeiture.

We got a trap and trace
on Alvarez's bank card.

Soon as anything pops,
we'll know.

- They've already
been made, though.

If they're smart,
They won't hit the ATMs again.

- So let's hope
they're not smart.

Get eyes on every branch
of that bank.

We work a canvass
and run the citywide

through Violent Crimes
for any abduction

with a similar MO.

All right, let's go.
- Copy that.

- No, like I said,
I saw the van,

but the masked dudes
only came out when

"Lethal Weapon" here showed up.

That's when things popped off.

- Okay,
so you didn't get a plate,

get a look at the driver,
or anything?

- And your boy didn't?
- Answer the question, please.

- That wasn't enough for you?
Want me to do your taxes too?

- Yo, someone just
got kidnapped, man.

How about you
just focus on that?

- [speaking Spanish]

Blue hasn't been focused
on Pilsen for a minute.

People getting snatched up
off the streets,

dudes pulling double headers.
- Snatched up?

So you heard of this before,

people getting grabbed up,
hitting ATMs?

- [speaking Spanish]
- Millionaire tour.

- Ah.

So are y'all gonna do
something about it now?

or are you just hunting down
some rich dude's Rolex

from the Gold Coast?

- Thanks for your cooperation.

You good?
- Yeah. Just a scratch.

- You know, I understand, man,
when it's your people,

your hood, but you gotta
take care of yourself

before you take care of them.

- And would you listen
to that speech?

- I regretted it
every time I didn't.

Get stitched up.
We need you, Ocean.

- Ivan Alvarez lives in Pilsen,
owns the Mi Mundo Supermarket.

Guy's got no priors,
not even a parking ticket.

- Dude's done well
for himself--

probably why he was targeted.

- Latino supermarkets,
cash-heavy retail.

- Yeah, this place
clears 20,000 a day.

- All right,
so Robbery Homicide

has five open abduction cases
that may match our crew's MO.

All in Pilsen,
all in the last three months,

but the records are crap.
Files are all super thin.

I don't know
if it's Spanish speakers

or poor translators
or bad victims.

- Or not enough police
working in Pilsen.

12th District is understaffed.

We're running up against
a wave right there.

- Also that.
They're sending over the files.

It's gonna take a second
to sort through.

- [sighs]

Okay, what do we have
on that van?

- Still nothing.

We're looking,
but no cams or PODs,

no leads on plates.

Can't even lodge
an investigative alert

with what we got.

- We got six undercover eyes
on different branches

in the area.
Nothing yet.

- It's not a good sign.

These hits are meant to be
hot, quick, low risk.

If these guys know Torres
is police,

if they know police
are onto them,

they're gonna know
they can't hit any more ATMs.

- At which point
Alvarez is not gonna

hold any more use for them.

- Could work for a ransom.
Use Brenda.

- Well, either way,
the clock just sped up.

We get a trap and trace
on Brenda's phone?

- Working on it.
- Well, make it happen.

Where's Torres?

- Getting stitched up.
I'ma fill him in.

- You should really get to Med.

I'm not supposed
to be doing this.

This isn't just a surface cut.

You might need
deep dermal sutures.

- This--this'll do for now.

- Let me give you some
painkillers, at least.

- I said this will do.

Thank you.

- I'll get you a bandage.

- [sighs]

[phone chimes]

[soft tense music]

* *

[knocking]
Brenda.

Hey, it's Officer Torres.

Brenda?

Hey.

What up, compa?

- Hey, Dante.
- Hey, where's your mom at?

- She's upstairs.
- All right.

- Is my dad okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you know, he's--

he's gonna be fine, all right?

Brenda?
[knocking]

It's Officer Torres.

[door creaks]

- How much?

I don't think I can get that.

- Brenda?
- Okay, I'll do it.

[door rattling]

- Was that them,
the men who took Ivan?

Did they make a demand? Huh?

Set up a ransom drop?

Hey, Brenda. Brenda, it's okay.

Give me your phone.

Come here. Give me your phone.

Give me your phone.
Brenda, Brenda.

Listen to me. I'm police.

I'm here to get Ivan back safe.

- No, I need you out
of my house now.

- What?
- No, no.

I--I want you to leave, Dante.

- Brenda,
whatever they told you--

- No, no.
I don't want to talk to police.

- I can help you.
- You cannot, okay?

Get out of my house now.

[tense music]

- Listen to me.

I'm from right down
the block, okay?

You know me.

Born and raised,
born and raised.

All right?
I'm on your side.

[speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]

I waited. I waited.

And I called the cops,
and no one came.

And did you know that there
have been more of these?

- Yes, yes, we're looking into
the previous ones right now.

- Now? [scoffs]
After all these months?

Horacio's been down the street
telling me that

there have already been
five of them.

- Brenda, listen to me.

You need my help.

- No, I do not.

I need my husband home safe!

I need to protect my family.

I need God to protect us.

And I need you
out of my house now.

Now. Get out now.

Get out now.

[door slams]

.

- Nothing, huh?
- Nope.

She wouldn't say a word to me.
Absolutely nothing.

- I can take
another run at her.

- It's not gonna work.
Not now, anyway.

- It needs to work

or she's gonna get
her husband killed.

- We can squeeze her
and leverage her

for obstruction of justice.

- No, that woman doesn't
trust law enforcement--

and for good reason.

Look, we're gonna
destroy that even further.

- Not if we get
her husband back safe.

- It won't work.

If we squeeze her,
she's gonna dig in.

- Burgess?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Did Brenda give you anything?
- No.

So what else do we have?
- Still nothing on the van.

Brenda's phone carrier gave us
the number that called her.

It's a prepaid mobile
sold at a local corner store.

- All right.
Can we get the tower location?

- No, because
the call duration lasted

only four minutes,
just enough time

to lay out demands,
amount, location.

- Yeah, and I'm guessing
that burner's turned off now.

- Yeah, the provider
said it was

the first time
it was turned on.

Imani's headed to
the corner store

where it was purchased now.

- All right,
monitor that burner

so we know when it's back up,

and keep digging
into past abductions.

I wanna ID this crew
before they make the drop.

- Copy.
- All right, listen to me.

You keep an eye on Brenda.

The second she moves,
we move with her.

[soft ominous music]

* *

- Sarge, I got Brenda
coming out of her house.

She's holding
an empty duffel bag.

I think she's gonna go get
that ransom money.

- Just stay with her.
I'm hitting the team up now.

- All right. Copy you.

[exhales sharply]

* *

She went into a bank
on Washington and Racine.

I'm set up to the west.

- All right, Dante, we got you.

Just landed at your 12:00.

- Yeah, I see you.

That's her.

She's loaded up.

This drop could be
happening now.

- Dante, you stay tight.
We'll take the long eye.

Voight, you copying all this?

- Yeah, I'm en route
northbound on Halsted.

She headed home?

- No.

It's the opposite direction,
on Canal.

- Okay, keep calling it out.

- All right, passing 18th.

Approaching 16th.

I got her turning left
on 14th Street.

I'm gonna take this turn,
but no other.

- Copy you.

I'm westbound on 14th.

Getting in front of you now.
- All right.

She just parked her vehicle

in front of the outdoor market
at 14th and South Peoria.

She's on foot,
duffel bag in hand.

She's going inside.

[indistinct chatter]

Sarge, I'm following her in.

This has gotta be where
she's making the drop.

- All right, we're in the area,
throwing down an anchor

on University
near the main entrance.

There's no back exit
to this place.

- Yeah, it just curved.

I'm heading in
the west end to get an eye.

- I got families
and kids all in here.

- She's headed
for a drop point.

We don't have a clear line.

- There's no way to
mitigate the risk.

I'm moving in.

Kim, Adam, you set up for
a takeaway in any direction.

Torres,
you keep eyes on Brenda.

Keep real low.

- Copy you.

* *

I still have her walking.

- Any sign of an offender?

- No contact.
Hasn't used her phone.

- Nothing here.

Has Brenda dropped the bag?

- She still has the bag.
Still on the move.

- All right, get closer,
but stay in the shadows.

- All right,
she's slowing down.

She's waiting, far east corner.

She seems nervous.

I don't know why
she's not dropping the bag.

Maybe this isn't the spot.

Wait.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.

I got a male, 40s,
bald, 6-foot.

He's approaching Brenda.

- Yeah, I see him.

- Give me the bag
and walk away.

- Something's not right.

She's not handing it over.

- Hey, hey, hey, stop.
Just hold it.

Just hold your position.
- Give me the bag!

Give me the--give me the bag.

Give it to me.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

- Gun, gun, gun. Hey!

Chicago Police!

[gunshots]

[people screaming]

- [sobbing]
No.

* *

.

- He's dead.
- No. [sobs]

- Stay with her. Okay?
Call it in.

Hey, we split and search
for other offenders. Move!

- No, please.
- 5021 Ocean, emergency.

Shots fired by the police,

offender down,
1400 South Peoria.

Hey, you can't touch him.
- I need him.

- You can't touch him.

- No, because he needs
to help me find him.

- There's no one left
to find him now!

How--how are we going...
- Listen to me.

Just breathe.
- To find him now?

- Just breathe.
- Saint Anthony, please.

[sobbing]

Please protect my husband.
Please be with him.

Hear me, Saint Anthony.
He's not forsaken...

[soft tense music]

* *

[gasps sharply]

[panting]

[coughs]

[breathing heavily]

* *

- Kev, sending you
a printout now.

Got it? Okay.

So we have no sign
of any other offenders,

no sign of the White van.

The dead offender had no keys,
phone, or wallet on him,

so we've got no leads
as to where

he was headed with the cash.

- Well, I got a hit on
the prints, Ross Skuban.

He used to work
at a delivery company

off of Nolan,
a couple priors for domestic.

- Okay, we got him on cams
entering the market?

- Not yet.

No idea how this Skuban
got here.

- But what about his LKA?

- Well, he used to live
in Garfield Park.

According to his landlord,
he skipped out three weeks ago.

But we do have a car registered
to his name, a 2014 Corolla.

But that was not at the market.

I'm working on
his phone records now.

- Known associates
is a real long list.

Dude only knew asswipes.

Gonna take time to run.

- Kev, you said a 2014 Corolla?
- Yes, that's right.

- I feel like I've seen that
in our previous.

Got it. Okay. Yeah, yeah.

Gustavo Sanz, he was--

uh, reported an abduction
two months ago,

sorted through about
four different detectives.

And he said to one of them--
here, here.

"Gray Corolla, looked to me
about a 2010 make."

- Okay.
- Oh.

Emergency contact is
his cousin, Jimena Sanz.

- Say that name again?

- Jimena Sanz, S-A-N-Z.

- Got her.

She owns a tattoo parlor
in West Town.

Lives right above it.
- Go.

- Jimena Sanz? You her?

- We're closed
for lunch right now.

- Is that your lunch?

- Don't yuck my yums.
What do you want?

- Officer Torres,
Detective Burgess.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions

about the abduction involving
your cousin, Gustavo Sanz.

- Oh, two months later.

That is some stellar
police work.

Also you're bleeding.
You should take care of that.

- You live in the apartment
upstairs, right?

Is Gustavo here?

- You guys clearly
don't speak sarcasm.

I meant, please leave.

Gustavo's not here.

- Do you know
the Mi Mundo Supermarket?

- Yeah, the one on Talman?
Why?

- The owner, Ivan Alvarez,
got abducted by three men,

thrown into a white van,
and taken to an ATM.

Does that sound familiar?

- I'm sorry.

I don't know anything
that can help you guys.

- Is that true?

- Yes, that's true.

Besides, it would be
a little bit late, right?

We had problems.
We came to you guys for help.

Police don't help.
We get more problems.

- Listen, listen.

Ivan is running out
of time, all right?

He's--he's out there,
right now.

He's alone. He's in trouble.

So if you know anything or
you know where Gustavo is--

- I'm here.

What do you wanna know?

- Gustavo got jumped
walking to his car,

three male offenders, masked.

They hit three different ATMs

and then stashed
Gustavo somewhere

until the daily
withdrawal limit reset.

- And after they dumped him,
he called police.

He got sorted by
four different detectives

and then was asked
about gang affiliation.

- They threw a hood over him,

but there was a tear
in the fabric.

He thinks he caught a glimpse
of the Stockyards gate.

- Well, that narrows it down
to back of the yards.

- Gustavo also said that
it smelled like rotten eggs

where they kept him.

- Rotten eggs like, what,
a food processing plant?

- Yeah, but
he didn't hear anything,

and those places
are super loud.

- Hang on.

Skuban used to make deliveries
to a paper warehouse

that shut down a year ago.

Raw pulp smells like sulfur.

- That's good enough for me.

All right,
grab a couple Tact guys.

Let's hit it.

[tense music]

* *

- Go.

Move.

- Burgess.

I found him.

[somber music]

* *

- 5021 Eddie.

Got a body at the paper mill
on the corner of Pullman...

* *

.

- No vehicles out front.

No clear indication
of anyone else here.

Forensics is on their way.
- Security cams?

- There's a few out back.
Atwater's running them.

- Offenders must have cut bait

after Skuban didn't show
with the cash.

Killed Alvarez and ran.

They'll be panicking.
We can use it.

- Sarge, security camera from
a business across the street

got a hit on
a white van fleeing

a warehouse 20 minutes ago.

- We got a plate?
- Yeah, I got a plate.

And I sent out
a flash message and a BOLO.

- Okay, notify CPIC.

Have them run every traffic cam
within a mile radius.

Let's lick this place clean.

I wanna know everyone
who ever came or went.

- 5021 David, can you repeat
that plate on your BOLO?

- Yeah, this is 5021 David.
Here we go.

Adam, David, 8-4-9-4.

- I wrote that van a mover
two minutes ago.

Got 'em blowing the red
at West 35th and Ashland.

- Let's go.
We'll fan out from there.

- Sarge, someone needs
to notify Brenda.

- Yeah.

[somber music]

* *

- [sobbing]
It's my fault.

I thought I was doing
the right thing.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God.
[sobbing]

Oh, God.
- It's not your fault, okay?

It's not your fault.

- No, no.

Pray with me.

Please, Dante.

[sighs deeply]

[speaking Spanish]

* *

- Torres, you got ears in?

- Yeah, go ahead.
- We recovered the van.

We got the driver in custody.

We're headed back in now.
- I'm on my way.

- Driver's name
is Jason Machado.

Guy's an accountant
with serious gambling debts.

Seemed like he was serving up

his whole clientele
to his crew.

No gun on him,
no gunshot residue,

but there's trace amounts
of blood in the van,

and we're working it right now.

- Is he talking?
- No, not yet.

We got Burgess on him.

- He our shooter?
- Hard to say.

- All right, if that's the way
you wanna play it,

that's how
we're gonna play it.

I'll get started
on the paperwork.

[door slams]

- Let me run at him.

Jason Machado, CPA,
DePaul graduate,

currently residing
in Elmwood Park.

[speaks Spanish]

- So they send the Latino in
to connect with me.

- You betrayed
your people, man.

We got nothing to connect on.

- Well, Officer,
feel free to leave.

- I will, but first
you're gonna give me a name.

Third one on your crew.
- Crew?

- It's all here, most of it.

You know, you lost
too much on the ponies.

You needed cash for
your second mortgage for--

for your kid.

I bet you tried
to con your clients out

of their money first,
but it wasn't fast enough.

So you, Skuban,
and a third got some guns,

some masks,
and stole from Pilsen.

They don't trust police.

They don't trust anybody,
really--

and for good reason.

They've been ignored,
stepped on,

taken advantage of,
and you knew that.

You knew it'd be easy.

But then,
as far as I'm concerned,

that's when you decided
to kill Ivan Alvarez.

It's not so easy anymore.

- I don't know anything
about any killing.

- No, no. No.

It's all here.

You put two bullets in him

while he was hooded
in a closet.

That's messy.

That's first-degree murder.

Skuban's dead.

I shot him.

So he's dead.
You won't give me a name.

Guess who eats
the whole charge?

- You don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're never gonna see
your kid again.

You're gonna die
in federal prison

because nobody's coming.
[chuckles]

No lawyer is walking
through that door

to save you, no other police.

No family member to visit you.

No God to answer your prayers.

You'll get no protection
at all.

Nobody's coming.

It's just me.

So I wouldn't tell me nothing.

- I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him.

- That doesn't matter
without a name.

- Nobody was supposed to die.

I wasn't even near them.
I told him to stop.

- Who? Huh? Who?

- I can't give you a name.
- Give me a name.

- Look, I'm helping.
- Give me a name.

- Look, I'm talking to you.
- Give me a name!

- I didn't kill him, all right?
Allard!

- Okay.
Allard. Mike Allard.

He killed Ivan.
- Where is he now?

- I don't know.
I don't know.

He said he didn't wanna run.

- You gotta do
better than that.

- It was too hot.
- Gotta do better than that.

- I don't know.
I don't know. Mm.

- Do better.
Do better. Do better.

- He's got a--
he's got a storage spot

in--in--in Pilsen.

3800--3800 Logan.

He said he wasn't coming home,
so he'll be there.

Hey.

I mean, don't I get a deal?

- I never promised you
a damn thing.

[tense music]

[door slams]

* *

- Hey! Move.
Get out of here now.

Move.
- Go.

- In position.

* *

- Chicago PD! Stop! Stop!

Get back inside. Move! Move!

I've got eyes on Allard.

He's armed, headed for
the north stairwell.

- I'm on my way.

Torres, be ready.

- Hey! Chicago PD!
- Hey! Stop!

Give me a leg up.

Ready? Ready?
- Yep, yep.

- [groaning]

* *

[both grunting]

Drop it! Don't move!

Drop it!
- Oh, this one speaks English.

- Or don't.

We could just hold court
right here.

I'll make it quick.

- Police! Drop it.

Hey, Allard, drop the gun,

put your hands in the air,
and turn around.

Allard, listen to me.

Drop the weapon.

He will shoot you.
I ain't playing.

He will drop you dead
right where you stand

if you don't drop
that damn gun.

Drop it right the hell now.
Drop it.

* *

All right. Palms to the sky.

Turn around.

I got it. I got it.

Walk backwards toward
the sound of my voice.

Take your time.

On your knees.

* *

.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'll check on him.

[engine rumbles]

They're taking him in.

- Yo, thanks for that
up there, man.

I was reading him wrong,

and I didn't think
he would give up.

- Yeah.

You good?

Looks like your sutures
ripped out.

You gotta get that checked.

Look, I know
this was a tough one.

I know last year
was real tough.

But if you keep...
- Right.

- Beating yourself up
about what happened--

- I just gotta--

I just gotta find a way
to deal with it all.

But I'll find it.

- Hell, yeah, you will.

- Thank you.

- I'm here.

[Le Magdalena's "Cenizas"]

* *

- [singing in Spanish]

* *

- Excuse me. One second.

You stalking me, Officer?

Kidding.

I was drinking over there
and saw you.

Thought I'd come
and join the party.

- It's not really
a party over here.

- No, that was also sarcasm.

You should take some lessons
on Duolingo maybe.

- [chuckles]

- What did you do to it?

- What?

- I do ink and piercings.

I know when people
mess with their wounds.

Why are you?

* *

You didn't get him back--Ivan?

- No.

[solemn music]

- Makes it feel better,
doesn't it?

The pain.

* *

- I used to, um, pray
when things felt too much.

And it made me
feel better, safe.

It's like something
in me would settle,

and it would--
wouldn't hurt as bad.

But that's not working now,
so...

I don't, um, feel him.

And it's...

it's not the pain.

It's not the pain that helps.
It's just, uh--

- It's the release of it.

- I know it's stupid. I know.

It's not gonna take it away.
It's just--I just, um--

I just wanna feel better.

- Yeah.

Come here.

[rock music]

* *

Will you trust me?

For a minute?

- [inhales sharply]

- [singing in Spanish]

- It's okay.

* *

[wolf howls]

[tense music]

* *