All language subtitles for Chicago.PD.S13E02.720p.WEB.H264-JFF_track3_eng

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[soft dramatic music]

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- [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]

* *

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- 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]

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- 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]

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- 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...

* *

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- 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.

* *

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[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]

* *