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[somber music]

* *

[shouting on TV]

- And with teen wilding on the rise,

many in the community are calling on the city

to deal with this dangerous uptick in crime...

* *

[water running]

* *

- [sighs]

* *

- Why you all dressed up?

I miss a memo for District photo day?

- Another scarecrow detail downtown.

- Yeah?

- Platt swear I was up next in rotation,

But I think she still mad

about that squad we dented back on the beat, Burgess.

- Yeah, she holds a grudge. Good luck.

- Yeah.

- Since IAD's reach covers anything

that impacts the public trust,

we'll be taking on this Violence Reduction Initiative

during this uptick in teen takeovers

as a, uh, favor to the superintendent's office.

It's a coordinated, one-day show

of high-visibility police presence downtown.

Foot cops, Marine units, even mounted patrols,

all in the hopes that the kids will get the message.

You'll be partnering up

and saturating downtown, all right?

Beat assignments are on the board here.

Officer?

- We have the option to call Snap Curfew if things get hot?

- No, the mayor's office has vetoed that.

- Officer Fox, we'll keep the peace on our own.

- With our hands tied behind our backs.

- OK. Be safe out there.

Sergeant Platt can answer any further questions.

- You heard the man. Partner up and move out.

[indistinct chatter]

- Sup?

- Need a partner, Kevin?

- Tasha Fox. - Mm-hmm.

- Where you been hiding since the Academy?

- 11th District. Ranger.

No stranger to danger.

- Huh. - Real police.

Unlike you big dogs in Intelligence.

- I might've got big, but I can still throw down.

- Oh? Is that a fact?

- Pity the fool that gotta find out.

- OK. [chuckles] - Atwater.

Uh, Fox. - Yeah.

- I don't know what the hell this is, but do it on the beat.

Roll out. - Mm.

- Copy that. - Mm.

- After you. - Got you.

- Yeah, my little brother and my little sister moved out,

so they in Texas with some family right now.

- Mm. And how's your dad?

Lew, right?

- Look at you.

- Yeah, it was such an anomaly to get you to talk about him,

I ain't forgetting his name.

- Yeah, Lew ain't doing that bad.

He's actually outside now.

Doing long-haul trucking,

so it's pretty much just me most of the time.

- And, uh, no Mrs. Atwater?

- I was talking to somebody for a minute.

Didn't really work out.

She took a job offer in New York she couldn't pass up.

- You didn't want to go visit?

- She didn't ask. - Ooh.

Ugh, yikes. [chuckles]

I feel that, man. I'm so single it hurts.

- Huh.

- But it's all good, since I'm leaving.

- Leaving? Where you going?

- This is my last week. I'm going to Miami.

- Miami?

- Oh, you ain't see the billboard?

- Oh, hell no.

So you actually taking that offer?

- $5,000 bonus. - Oh.

- I can carry my pension and it don't snow.

- You can't just walk out on Chicago.

- Hey, suck it, cops! - Out the way, Unc.

- Hey, watch your mouth, watch your mouth.

- [scoffs] Yeah, city full of charm.

- If the job was fun, everybody'd wanna do it.

- No one wants to do it, Kev.

That's--that's the point.

Yeah, we the villains now.

We no longer the heroes. Why stay?

- Because it's the crib.

- The department don't have our backs.

The city sure as hell don't, and I know you know that.

So you telling me you never thought about anything else?

Something other than Chicago?

- No.

This is home.

- [sighs] All right.

All right, all right, well, if you had to think about it

right now, and be honest, if you could do anything,

go anywhere, where would you go?

[explosion] [car alarms blaring]

[tense music]

* *

- 5021 David, emergency!

.

- All right. - 5021 David, on scene!

I'm invoking a plan 5. I got multiple injuries.

Roll as many ambos as possible.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

I need you to get up and go across the street, OK?

Clear the building. Sir, clear the building.

Everybody go that way.

Everybody go that way! - Keep going this way!

- Clear the building, ma'am. Go that way, please.

Fox! - Yes?

- Clear as many people as possible.

- I got you! - Direct the ambos!

I'm on my way inside.

- I got you. Go this way.

All right, clear the building as fast as you can!

[suspenseful music]

This way. This way. Do not go this way.

This way, across the street. Let's go.

- 5021 David, roll the bomb squad.

This was no accident.

I'm entering the building of the blast right now.

- This way, this way.

- Chicago PD!

Everybody evacuate the building and go across the street.

Go across the street where it's safe.

Get out of the building. Go across the street.

Come on! Everybody get out!

Get out!

Move on out. Evacuate the building.

Evacuate the building. Everybody move out of here.

Chicago PD. Go on, get on out.

Get on out. Evacuate the building.

[alarm blaring]

Evacuate the building.

Come on, evacuate the building.

It's safe outside. Evacuate the building.

* *

[person coughing]

Chicago PD. Everybody lay low.

Stay low and exit the building.

There you go. [people coughing and crying]

Chicago PD. Stay low. Get down.

Get downstairs and exit the building.

- The end office, it just blew up.

- Anybody else in there? - Yeah, I think so.

- OK. Stay low, get down. Exit the building, everybody.

Chicago PD! Stay low, get outside.

Stay low. Get outside. Exit the building.

Chicago PD.

Call out. [people coughing]

Call out. Hey, come on, man.

Come on. I gotta get you downstairs.

- [coughing] - I gotta get you downstairs.

There's an ambulance down there.

Come on.

Ma'am. Ma'am, come on.

Hey, can you get up? There you go.

I know you scared, but help is downstairs.

Just stay low and exit the building.

[wind whistling] [sirens wailing]

* *

5021 David, emergency.

I'm on the fourth floor and I got multiple people down.

[panting] - Copy, 5021 David.

Backup and additional ambos en route.

* *

- [groans]

Ma'am, ma'am.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look at me, ma'am. OK, I got you.

All right, you ready? There you go.

[glass shatters]

[grunting]

Come on. [grunts]

Oh!

[electricity crackling]

* *

- Get 1813 to move his squad from the middle of the street.

We got more CFD coming in. - Copy.

- And someone shut down the damn L-train!

Commander Devlin, we've got Bomb Squad en route.

You'll need to designate a command post

and set a location for triage.

And we--we--we should be corralling the victims.

We're going to wanna talk to them.

- Where's an EMT?

- And you need to order all units on-site...

- I need EMT!

- To search for secondary devices.

Commander Devlin, we should notify the first deputy.

Sir!

- OK, let's set the perimeter back 200 yards.

- Yes, sir.

- Let's make sure Med knows that there's injuries inbound.

- Yes, sir. - And uh--

- Put pressure right there on that side.

There you go. [sighs]

[grunting]

* *

Hold that pressure right there. Hold it right there.

- No, I don't know what he's doing.

- Looks like he knows.

- What do we got? - Heavy trauma to the head.

She was conscious inside.

Started seizing on her way down.

No--no pulse.

- Katie, take over compressions.

Let's go. - Hey, hey. Excuse me.

Excuse me. That's my boss. - I understand.

- That's my boss. - I understand.

We're taking care of her right now.

- Is she OK? Is she--

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

- Step away so we can take care of her.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What's your name? - I--my name's Jonathan.

That's Shawna. That's my boss.

- OK, well, we gonna let the EMTs take care of Shawna.

You focus on that cut on your head, Jonathan.

Get you out of here.

- We're going to have her take care of you

over there with the EMTs, OK?

Help him with the cut. Thank you.

- I need all CPD to hold the perimeter

while Fire secures the structure.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on, Sergeant.

We were first on the scene.

All right, we got shrapnel,

we got nails, ball bearings.

This is clearly a IED.

There could be another device.

- Officer, I said let's move.

- Sergeant Voight, Intelligence.

This man's with me. He was first on scene.

Your men hold down the perimeter.

We got this.

- Your team isn't lead on this.

- We got a problem here, Sergeants?

- With your permission, Intelligence is taking lead.

- Then go.

- Thank you. Sir.

You all right? - Yeah, I'm good to go.

- OK, I need to link up with the Bomb Squad.

- OK. Hold on. Wait, Sarge.

This is Tasha Fox. We responded together.

Is it OK if she rolls with us? - It's OK.

Sergeant Pagano, he's my sergeant.

- You're with us. Go.

- Kevin, I don't need to work it.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. I'm not doing you any favors.

You caught this, so you gonna work it.

Come on.

- Adam, you hearing this? - Yeah.

- So that corner office belonged

to the Brody-Tannenbaum Group.

They work in high-end real estate.

- I'm running it right now.

- Skyscrapers, condos, mansions.

Big money.

- Yeah, threats hit right away.

News stories.

This firm, they're in the middle

of some very unpopular deals.

- Like what kind?

- Well, looks like the city sells them

old municipal buildings like schools, youth centers.

They knock 'em down, build billion-dollar high-rises.

- Burgess. - Four DOAs.

Just got the IDs from Platt.

- I'll call you back.

- Shawna LeClair, 41, married with a daughter.

Mark Dominicus, 45, divorced, three kids.

Darius Velardi, 55, widower.

And Gavin Crespo, 35.

Married last year, wife six months pregnant.

All were partners at the real estate group.

- And all brokers on these municipal deals.

- Well, I doubt that's a coincidence.

The bomb went off in Shawna LeClair's office.

They were probably in the middle of a meeting.

- So we're looking at a targeted hit.

- Yeah. - I'm gonna update Voight.

Let's run all the other employees.

- Yeah, it's more than I thought.

- And five more severely injured,

but stable and on their way to Med.

- You got anyone running in-service calls to this place?

- Yeah.

And prior calls three months out.

- Sarge, Bomb Squad is all clear.

They believe it was

a radio-controlled improvised device.

- Most likely triggered by a cell phone.

Device was in the box at the time of the ignition.

- We can ID the phone?

- No, but we do know it was remote-triggered.

- So the offender was here?

- And close by.

- All right, nobody leaves

until we debrief every witness, every victim.

Someone doesn't feel right, you hold 'em.

- Copy that. - Let's go.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, uh, there was a package that just was delivered.

But--

but Shawna gets packages delivered all day long,

so I didn't think much of it.

- Did you get a good look at who delivered it?

- No, no, it was, um-- it was a man.

But I didn't really see him.

No one asked me to sign anything.

The package was just there,

so I delivered it like I always do.

It was this size, like a shoebox, maybe.

- Where'd you take the box?

- To the office.

I--they were in the middle of a meeting,

so I set it on the table near--

- The window.

Then all of a sudden--

- Boom. You know? Everything just exploded.

It was really loud.

[sighs] I mean, it was...

- No secret that the guys weren't popular

for the deals they were doing.

Press ran stories,

and there had been some threats.

- What kind of threats?

- We--[sighs]

We'd pay for tearing down the city,

which isn't even true.

- We weren't doing anything illegal.

It was the city's idea. We were helping.

- At first it was emails,

so we didn't take it seriously, but--

- We didn't ever think anyone would actually do something.

- Then it was posts in this chat room.

You know, taunting, doxing.

Here, I can show you if I can find it.

I know I have it saved.

- No, we didn't-- - 6:00.

We got a male, Black, brown shirt, denim jacket.

Move with we. - Excuse me.

[suspenseful music]

- That's him.

Hey! - Hey!

- Hey! - Stop!

- Chicago PD! - Police!

* *

- 5021 David.

Hitting the stairs to the pedway.

Male, Black, 40s.

6-foot.

Denim jacket. Jeans.

[car horns honking]

[tires squeal]

[car horns honking]

Hey!

Stop!

Stop! Chicago PD!

* *

Hey! Fox!

Hit the stairs! Cut him off!

Fox!

[car horn honks]

[groans] Damn.

Hey! Stop!

- [grunts] - Hey!

[both grunt]

- Get off me, man! - Hey, shut up. Shut up.

- I swear to God-- - Stop fighting. Stop!

- You hurting me! - Stop!

- Man, get off me, man! - Stop! Stop!

- You hurting me, man! - Stop.

5021 David, I got the offender in custody.

Roll me a transport. - Get off me.

- Shut up, shut up! - Get off my back, man.

For real. I swear to God,

when I get up, man-- - Come on, man.

I'm good! I'm good! Just get me a transport!

- Hey. You good? - Yeah, I'm good. Watch out.

- What? - I'm good. Watch out.

What the hell happened to you?

- What? Kevin!

- I turned around, I couldn't find you behind me.

- I had to cross traffic going 40 miles an hour.

That's what happened. - Yeah, a'ight.

You don't back up your partners?

That's how you feel?

- Kevin, I just got held up.

.

- No, I didn't have anything to do with any bomb.

- Yeah, the running spoke to that.

Richard "Ricky" Robins.

Five arrests, one conviction for a weapons charge.

- 20 years ago.

- And a known associate of the G-Park Lords.

- Like I said, 20 years ago.

I got out of that life.

Man, I ain't have nothing to do with this.

- Then why you ran?

- 'Cause I knew I'd be sitting here

answering these questions

and talking about my past affiliations.

- Yeah, all right. All right.

You also got an order of protection against you.

Your ex-wife works in that building.

Yeah, you're not allowed within a thousand feet of her.

Revenge is a pretty good motive.

- I didn't bomb anything!

- Then start cooperating!

You want me to arrest you?

I'll bring you in.

- Look...

I just had to see her, all right?

Apologize to her.

[knock at door]

I know I'm not supposed to be down there.

So when a bomb goes off

and y'all are looking at me, I run.

That's all that happened. That's it.

- Hey, we got something.

Kev, you're gonna want to see this.

All right, so six minutes before the explosion,

dashcam footage from a CTA bus caught a guy in a brown hoodie

carrying a package into the building.

- OK. - He returns without it.

Bus pulls out, we lose him, but it looks good.

- All right. Show me.

- Kim, you cue that up?

- Yeah.

OK.

- Watch out for the brown hoodie.

He knew where the cameras were. There's the best angle we got.

Looks like male, white, 5'6", buck-70.

- How'd he get in there? - Don't know yet.

We're still sorting through all the cams.

Might have come on foot.

Or we do have one security camera in the alley

that catches the side of five vehicles

that matches this guy's timestamp.

- That is not Ricky Robins, Sarge.

- Yeah. Cut him loose. - We got a problem.

I ran the message board mentioned by the witnesses.

Most of the posts are by the same user, CityFighter54,

demanding vengeance for tearing up the city.

- You got an IP?

- No, they're using a VPN. I can't trace it.

But yesterday,

CityFighter54 mentioned the Brody-Tannenbaum Group

and any city officials doing business with them.

- So there could be more potential targets.

- I've ID'd the two most prominent officials,

and they are Edwin Spencer and Bobby Mahoney.

- Let's scoop them up right now.

- Copy that.

- All right. I'm sending you the details.

- All right.

- Fox.

Fox. - What's up?

- Just stay behind with Ruzek.

Run the footage. - All right.

Wait, are you benching me?

- Nah, I just need you to stay behind and run footage.

- Kevin, where exactly did you think I was, huh?

You think I was slow-rolling you?

- Why does it matter what I think, Fox?

- It matters if you think I'm a dog cop.

- Uh--

I'm just trying to keep you off the paper

so you don't have to come back for trial.

If you don't want to risk it all, I definitely get it.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You haven't seen me in years.

You have no idea what I'm about.

Screw you, Kevin.

- Then she left me hanging on the damn foot chase.

- And you think it's 'cause she's leaving?

- Yeah.

What, you don't?

- I don't know, Kev. [sighs]

I mean, she should have had your back.

- That's what I'm saying.

- She said it was 'cause of street congestion?

Maybe you hate that she's taking that Miami offer.

- Hey, you guys got your ears on?

- Yeah. Go ahead, Fox.

- Officer Ruzek's on with Voight.

We just found out Mahoney's not at his office.

He's not answering his cell, but his coworker said

he left 20 minutes ago to head home.

- OK. Where's home?

- Old Town. Sending you the address now.

[engine revving]

[tires squeal]

- That's his place.

[tense music]

I don't see his vehicle. Maybe we beat him here.

* *

Kev. - Yeah.

- Remember the five cars in the security camera footage

that matched the offender's timestamp?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm pretty sure a silver sedan was one of 'em.

- Wait. Did we get a plate?

- No.

* *

- Uh-uh.

Don't key your radio just in case.

* *

- That's Mahoney's car.

Stop! Stop! CPD!

Stop the vehicle!

* *

- Ma'am. I'm police.

I need you to go back in your house.

- Bob Mahoney? Bob Mahoney, I need you

to back up the vehicle. - I live right there, though.

- Back up the vehicle right now.

- Just go back. Just go back, ma'am!

- [screams]

- Kevin! Kevin!

Kevin!

[words echoing] Kevin! Kevin!

- I'm OK.

- Kevin! - I'm good.

- Stay down, stay down. You good?

- I'm good. You OK? - I'm good.

* *

He's gotta be here. He's gotta be here.

.

- Thank God we showed up, Sarge.

No injuries. Bomb squad is still there.

They believe it's a similar device.

IED, remote-activated, cell phone-triggered.

- Our guess is the offender was waiting for Mahoney

to approach his front gate,

then would have triggered the device.

- Yeah, but we showed up and he triggered it early.

We got anything on cams?

- Nope. Nothing yet.

- We do know that the sedan was hot,

stolen in Naperville sometime last week.

Owners were out of town, so they didn't know it was gone

until I called. - Yeah, it's Voight.

- We got Naperville PD

canvassing the auto theft scene.

- Spencer and Mahoney are in safe houses now.

- Sergeant Voight, I got something good.

Something really good.

- I'll keep running other potential targets.

Keep me in the loop. - Yep.

- All right.

- OK, there's nothing new in the exterior cam,

so I went back through the interior footage,

and I clocked this.

Check out the mirror on the wall.

And this is right before the explosion.

- Wait, wait. [keyboard clicks]

Brown hoodie carrying the package.

- Yeah, yeah.

He dodges all the cameras, but I caught his reflection.

I still didn't get a clear view of his face,

but someone we know did.

[suspenseful music]

- Wait. Ricky Robins?

That's the man who ran. - Uh-huh.

- He's taking pictures.

I have no idea of what or why, but look right here.

Our offender bumps right into Robins.

And I think Robins even took a goddamn picture of him

without even realizing it.

- OK, do we know where Robins is now?

- Yes, 3219 West Madison, Garfield Park.

- No, no, no. He won't be there.

That's a Mission homeless house.

And if he's bunking there, doors don't open till 9:00 p.m.

- OK. We don't have time to wait.

Go find him.

- Yeah, it's 11 district. Come with me.

- All right.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [sighs]

Good police work.

- Yeah, well, I ain't no dog cop.

- I didn't call you a dog cop.

- You know, I did ten years and I police well, too.

Took all the same abuses that I'm sure you did.

And I decided I'm not dying for Chicago.

But Miami is a shot at something new.

Do you get that?

- I'm not the one who has to go.

'Cause I'm the one who is usually left behind.

[engine turns over]

[sighs] But now I get it. Sorry I didn't.

[engine idling]

- Door knocks will be a waste of time

in Robins' neighborhood.

- Huh. They know you, don't they?

- Yeah. Knowing and helping are two different things.

And I've had enough of people insulting me today.

Yeah, I know a fast way to find him.

Just bust a right right here.

- Tasha?

Thought you were in Florida.

- Soon.

Today, I need to find Ricky Robins.

- Who's this?

- This is my partner for the day.

- Uh-huh.

And what you want with Ricky?

You know he left that life behind.

- We just need his help.

- The police need Ricky's help?

- Yes, sir.

- Come on, Kurty. You owe me.

- Tasha.

- You know what? Don't worry.

Kev here's one of my best buddies,

and I don't think he'll mind if I start

listing the reasons why you owe me.

Ooh, we should start off with two years ago.

- Try the Garston Lounge.

- Thank you.

- It's not a nice trick, Tasha.

You know, I always had your back.

I had your back behind that jacking.

- Thank you, Kurt.

Garston Lounge is on Fulton.

- Mm-hmm.

[exhales]

So what was Kurt talking about?

A jacking?

What?

What happened?

- [sighs] I forgot about your persistence.

I got screwed on a carjacking a year ago.

A guy on Jackson forced a woman out of her car and drove off.

But the baby was still inside,

so I pursued.

- Mm.

- I mean, I saved that little girl's life,

but the mother wasn't too happy that her car got destroyed.

Mm-hmm. Civil suit.

And I caught a beef because I didn't terminate the chase.

- Oh, you had to pursue.

- Yeah, I know.

But you know, it was a heavily congested area.

Lot of people.

I won the case.

Just destroyed my life a little bit.

- Nobody had your back.

[pop music playing]

* *

Ricky.

- Nope.

- Hey, it's all right. - No way. Hell, no.

- We good. - We just want answers.

Come on now, Ricky.

We just want to take a look at the photos in your phone.

That's it. - [chuckles]

Man, you must be on glue

if you think I'm gonna give my phone to a damn cop.

- Hey, whatever you were taking pictures of downtown,

we also think you caught the face of our offender.

That's it.

* *

- Photos. That's all we need.

Come on, Ricky. Do the right thing.

- [scoffs] Yeah.

And doing the right thing in this city gets you screwed.

- Yeah, it can.

* *

But four people did just get killed

right in front of your face by a domestic terrorist, Ricky.

This city is your home, too.

- Look.

My wife filed for divorce.

She laid a fake domestic on me

'cause she was sleeping with her boss.

Yeah, I was downtown taking pictures,

but I was doing it 'cause I needed proof

she was cheating on me.

So if you screw me 'cause of these pictures,

I swear to God, man.

[tense music]

- We won't.

* *

- Chris Lubiak, 32, booked two years ago for

disorderly conduct and assault, suspended sentence.

LKA is Wicker Park.

- Not a whole lot of family. Parents are dead.

Southern Illinois University dropout.

Three years of electronic and chemical engineering.

- Uh, this is our guy.

- Judge Larkin, we found our bomber.

I need a warrant ASAP.

.

[tense music]

* *

- Living room's clear.

- Kitchen's clear.

* *

- Bathroom clear.

- Clear!

* *

I'm going out to update command.

- Copy that.

* *

- What happened to the real Chicago, my Chicago?

All the places I grew up in, cared about...

- Burgess.

- The Little League field

where my team met Ryne Sandberg,

the community pool where I worked at the snack shack

to pay for my first bike.

My whole world, given away

so rich pricks can build condos for the 1% to enjoy,

so they can profit off the destruction of a city

that used to be for everyone.

- It's an unpublished manifesto.

* *

- This the only video? - No, sir.

There's at least three more in the trash.

OCD crime lab is diving deep in this device.

- Well, see if they can ID any other potential targets.

And I don't care if his phone's off.

I wanna run MUDs and tolls anyway.

And get all travel teams up to speed.

This man is not leaving Chicago.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on, hold on.

- Soulless stretch of white-boxed skyscrapers

- The camera's moving.

This wasn't filmed on a tripod.

Someone was filming this for him.

Wait. Right there.

- Good eye. Who the hell's filming it?

- Get back to the district and find out.

We'll meet you there. Come on.

* *

- They're still hitting all his known associates,

but this guy's a loner.

- Where are we at?

- Most of the videos are made at Lubiak's apartment,

but this one was different.

This was made on his phone. It's a different backdrop.

- Waiting on an email from the OCD tech lab.

They're pulling the metadata from the footage.

They're gonna geolocate.

- Wait, wait, wait. Here it is.

All right.

That video was shot at an apartment in Logan Square.

The owner of that apartment is a Ben Hesby, 31.

No job, no priors.

Not much of a footprint.

- Yeah, well, he definitely has one online.

Multiple usernames, a bunch of social media,

message boards.

- Bring him in.

- You must have it wrong.

Chris wouldn't do something like this.

- No, no, Ben, youhave it wrong.

Chris would, and Chris did.

That's why you're sitting here.

- Wait, you think I had something to do

with the bombing? - Did you?

- No.

- We know you weren't downtown today, but we also know

that you helped Chris film his manifestos.

You helped him with those, right?

- Manifestos? Like, you mean his videos?

- Yes.

- Sure, yeah, but he--he-- he never even posted those.

Look, he's just a little off. - Ben.

Everything you heard him say,

everything that you filmed for him, he acted upon.

He killed four people from the Brody-Tannenbaum Group today.

- Jesus.

[suspenseful music]

- So where would he be?

- Home.

I don't know! - OK.

Did he mention any other places, anything specific?

- Yeah, he's mentioned a lot of places.

- OK.

- Brody-Tannenbaum Group

isn't the only real estate group he's pissed at.

- All right.

- He didn't make videos for all of it,

but the park he grew up going to, the pool, his school.

He mentioned that a lot. - OK, OK.

- He used to say that his school would be the place

he'd make a statement.

- What's the name of the school?

- Warner Middle School.

It's in the process of being sold now.

* *

.

- All right, Warner Middle School

is in escrow with Legacy Realty Group.

They don't have offices.

All their agents work remotely. They do city deals.

- All right, Legacy's got two agents

doing a walkthrough today at the school

with a city representative.

- OK, listen to me. No radios.

We go two by two.

Have the bomb squad on standby.

Let's go.

- You still with us?

- Yeah. - All right.

[tense music]

* *

- Move.

* *

- Those gotta be the brokers' cars.

He could have planted something.

* *

- They must be inside.

* *

- Fox.

Door.

* *

[distant clang]

* *

Chicago PD!

- Hey, stop!

- Lubiak's actually in the building!

Westbound! Vacate the building!

Vacate the building!

- Copy you.

* *

- On my six.

Vacate! Vacate!

* *

- We need the clippers.

- Vacate! Vacate!

CPD! Vacate the building!

* *

[whispering] Fox.

Fox.

* *

[distant clatter]

* *

[gunshots]

[breathing heavily]

* *

[gunshots]

* *

[gunshots]

* *

[gunshots]

* *

[gunshots]

Fox!

- Come here. Took the back, I took the back.

- Fox, I'm on your 3:00.

Let's go! Let's go!

* *

Come on. Let's move. - OK.

Gimme some cover fire! - I hear you!

- I'm gonna cross.

[Fox shouts]

* *

[gunshot]

I got him. He's down.

- You got him?

- Yeah. - OK.

- All right. Come on, we gotta go.

Let's clear the building. Come on.

[Fox groans] - Come on.

* *

- No sign of an IED,

but we only cleared the building, never searched it.

Offender's body's in the basement.

- Hey.

Thought you said you weren't gonna die for this city.

- Well, I'm still not.

Just gotta get a few stitches.

You should go back to work.

- Thank you for having my back.

- Of course I did.

- Want me to come with you? [Fox chuckles]

- You're such a sap.

Can you please go back to work, Kevin?

- Copy that, Tasha Fox.

Hey.

Need a ride?

Surprised to see me?

- Nope.

And that says more about you

than it does about me, by the way.

- Mm. - Look. Arm's fine.

- Yeah. Looking good.

- The bomb squad find any more devices?

- Two. - [scoffs]

Jesus. - Yeah, yeah.

You know, I was thinking while I was waiting for you.

- Uh-oh.

- Remember that question you asked about

where would I go if I could leave Chicago?

- That's what you were thinking about?

- Yeah.

I honestly don't know.

I mean, I never really thought about leaving.

Never really thought about

what more that I want other than what I have.

- Mm.

- Because I haven't really had the time.

Between my Pops, my little brother, my little sister.

Everybody's all good, but

I haven't really had the time to think about anything else.

- Well, I mean, you can always come with me to Miami.

- How about we start with a drink first?

- I got a better idea.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

[both chuckle]

- Come on. - OK.

* *

[phone buzzing]

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[wolf howls]