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[fan whirring]

- You're awake.

Did you get any sleep at all?

- Just a little.

- It didn't work tonight?

Was this the messenger passage?

- Isaiah.

- I thought the seraphim were crows as a kid.

Isaiah fell to his knees,

and the crows cleansed his soul.

- 'Cause of the wings?

- Yeah.

They seemed kind of scary.

My priest loved that passage.

God asked for help, and Isaiah offered himself.

If you have trouble sleeping, wake me up next time.

We can go again.

[fan whirring]

[phone rings]

- Hello.

- Oh, my God.

I can't believe one of you actually answered.

I was beginning to think y'all had silenced me

on your notifications.

Do you know you can do that?

Our neighbor showed Randall how.

Apparently I get ferocious with my texting

while he's at work and won't answer,

so I'm silenced.

It's a lovely new development in our marriage.

Are you still there?

- Yeah.

- I have a station assignment for you.

My queue is full, and none of the other nitwits

are picking up.

- Okay. What--what is it?

- 26th and Cal has a courtroom filing at 8:00 a.m.,

and ERPS messed up the paperwork,

so I need someone to pick it up and run it over.

- What, now? - Yeah.

Torres, I'm not waking you up for the riveting conversation.

- All right.

ERPS has it? - Yeah.

I'll tell them you're coming now.

You need to drop it off at courtroom number 205,

Judge Barton.

- Yeah, I'll be there in 10, yeah?

Good luck with Randall.

- Not cute or funny.

[engine rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[birds squawking]

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[coughs]

[coughing]

[glass shattering, metal creaking]

[grunting, panting]

♪ ♪

Hey.

You okay?

[coughs]

Hey, I can help you.

I'm gonna help you, yeah?

[panting]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

Police.

Is anyone back there?

[panting]

♪ ♪

- He's dead.

- Driver started speeding, swerved.

I think something was wrong with him.

We crashed, went flying.

We both hit the bench.

I think the arm got me.

[tense music]

What are the chances?

My driver croaks.

Van crashes.

Today, of all days.

You move, I shoot.

- You need medical attention.

- Probably.

- I can take you.

- Are you police?

- You're bleeding pretty bad.

- I heard you.

You said police.

Are you?

Are you police?

What kind of cop?

- I'm with Intelligence.

- Intelligence?

What are the chances?

Okay.

Get in the van.

Get his jacket and his cuffs.

I'm taking you with me.

I crashed into a CPD Intelligence officer today.

You're gonna help me.

[phone buzzing]

- Joe, it's too many calls in one morning, okay?

No, Barty, you are not wearing your shoes like that.

I'm not your mother.

I'm tired of telling you these things.

What?

No, I talked to him 10 minutes ago.

He was 5 minutes out. He should be there.

No.

I don't--I don't-- no, I don't think so.

Okay, okay.

Okay, Joe, I understand.

The judge is up your ass.

I'll call him, all right?

I'm calling him right now, okay?

Jeez.

[line trills]

[phone ringing]

- Keep moving. - What's the plan?

What plan? What plan you got?

What plan you got?

- Go right. - Huh?

Where you taking me? - Move!

- Where you taking me? Where you taking me?

You know the police will be on their way right now, yeah?

- Move. - Yeah.

Yeah. [panting]

[tense music]

Hey, hey! Run! Run! Call 911!

- Drop the purse or I'll shoot! - Run!

Run! Run! - [gasping]

- Hey! Hey!

[both grunting]

You wanna die? I'll shoot you.

- Shoot me. What are you waiting for?

- Yeah, I'll shoot somebody else too.

Yeah, if that's what it takes to stop you.

Stop!

- [panting]

[groans]

What do you want from me, huh?

What do you want, huh? [car beeps]

What do you want?

- I'm doing life for a murder I didn't commit.

So today you're gonna prove I'm innocent.

Get in the car!

- [panting]

No, no, no, no!

- Hey.

You two heard from Dante?

- No. - No, ma'am.

We're skeleton today.

What's going on?

- He went AWOL doing me a favor.

What the hell is up with that guy lately?

- If he told you he'd do you a favor, he will.

We'll track him down. - Yeah, we got it.

Yo, Ocean, do you copy?

- Sanchez.

- We got a prison transport van versus vehicle collision

over on Rockwell.

- What, near 26th and Cal?

- Yeah, it's coming over the zone now.

- Hold on, you guys.

- We got two correctional officers

dead on the scene, and prisoner escaped.

- Did they run the plates of the other vehicle?

- They're doing it now.

[phones ringing and buzzing]

- This is Voight. Yeah.

Okay. When?

- [groans]

- You know, you probably have internal injuries.

- Keep your eyes on the road.

[handcuffs rattling]

- I can't drive like this.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Well, I'm not taking the damn cuffs off.

So don't ask me again.

You're gonna take a right on 43rd.

Head towards Bronzeville.

- Why? What's in Bronzeville?

- The truth.

[groans] Eyes on the road!

- Yo, you're gonna have to tell me more than that

if you want my help.

- My appeal was gonna get denied.

That's where I was headed today before I crashed into you.

- Okay.

All right.

So what's in Bronzeville?

- Witness to my case, my brother-in-law.

He said I killed my wife, put me in prison with lies.

Kept me there. Kept on lying and lying.

So today we're gonna make him tell the truth.

- We're searching all cams and PODs as we speak.

We've got men on every inch of a 3-mile radius.

- CPIC? - Yes.

Tracking all traffic cameras in real time.

I'll keep you up to speed. - Thanks.

- This is Ricky. He was first on scene.

- What the hell happened?

- ME's preliminary belief is that the transport driver

suffered a stroke en route, ran a red light,

then collided at a high rate of speed.

And we think this was an accident

and think that the guard in the back of the van

died in the crash.

- Okay, who's the prisoner?

- Name is Odell Morgan, convicted murderer

serving a life sentence at Logan.

Been locked up for five years.

He was being transported in for an appeal meeting

with his lawyer this morning.

That's his lawyer there.

- Hey, over here.

- Life sentence.

- Odell Morgan-- what can you tell me?

- He's in for first-degree murder,

was convicted of killing his wife, Simone.

Simone's body was never found, but the case against him

was strong. - How strong?

- Simone and Morgan were seen fighting the night of.

A heavy amount of Simone's blood

was found inside the house.

And Morgan's brother-in-law, who lived across the street,

testified to seeing Morgan transporting a heavy rug

into his vehicle the night of.

I can get you all of his case files.

- Okay, was the appeal gonna be denied?

- I can't tell. - Was it gonna fail?

[indistinct chatter]

- Yes. - Okay.

- But Morgan's maintained his innocence.

He's been a model inmate.

No signs of violence.

- Except for murdering his wife

and taking a police officer hostage.

- Get me everything you can on Morgan--

any place he'd run,

anyone who ever contacted him in prison,

the homicide file, everything. - Yeah.

- Trudy, I don't care if they plaster

Morgan's face on every news channel.

I don't want an image of my officer out there.

- Sergeant. - Understood. I'm on it.

- Got a radio call over the zone.

Woman just reported a carjacking

a couple blocks over.

Officers are on scene with her now.

Sounds like our man.

- You know, your brother-in-law,

he's not gonna--

he's not gonna talk to you at gunpoint.

- He will.

- Even if he does, that's not gonna hold up in court.

That's coercion.

- You're gonna be my witness.

Hell, then you can take him in front of a judge.

- That's not gonna happen. - He lied...

over and over.

He was my friend, my brother.

And he lied...

- Well, he'll keep on lying.

- To cops, to lawyers,

on the stand, to our family.

To my own daughter, he lied.

I did not kill my wife.

He didn't see me that night.

He lied.

- What makes you think he's gonna tell you the truth now?

- He never looked me in the eye.

This time, he will.

He'll look me in the eye.

And he won't be able to lie.

It's right there.

Fourth house on the right.

Park.

Pull over and park! You don't have a choice!

- I'm not gonna let you hurt these people.

- I'm not gonna hurt anybody! Park the car!

[tires screeching]

[knocking on door]

[tense music]

Where is he, Gabi?

Where's your husband? Carter, get out here!

- Odell, what are you doing?

- Come on, Carter! Come on out!

- He's not here! - Don't lie to me.

'Cause it's not gonna work.

- He's not. He doesn't live here anymore.

- Come on, Gabi.

[grunting] - Hey, hey! Get down! Get down!

[both grunting]

- Stop!

[gunshot] [child screams]

Caleb?

[both grunting]

- No. - Caleb!

- No.

- Mom?

- Baby, are you hurt?

- No. - It's okay. It's okay.

Are you-- - No.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Caleb?

- Uncle Odell?

- You got so big.

You--you've grown so much.

I missed--I missed so much.

[crying]

Is he okay?

- Get out of our house.

- Caleb, are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

I would never hurt you.

- Get out.

- Where's Carter?

- I told you he's not here!

- Well, where is he, Gabi?

- I don't know where he is!

- Please don't lie to me.

- I'm not!

Okay? He's not here because of you!

That trial destroyed him.

He left us.

- He lied, Gabi.

- I don't care that he lied.

I don't care what he saw that night, what he didn't see.

I don't care!

He was terrified after that.

[tense music]

And then he left us.

He didn't tell me where he went,

won't tell me where he lives, so I don't know.

Get the hell out of my house.

Get out!

Out!

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

- Would the police have ID'd the car that fast?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Oh!

Okay.

Okay now. Okay.

Stay right there.

Okay. Don't try anything.

You're gonna re-cuff yourself to that metal.

Understand?

Try something, I kill you.

You try to disarm me again--

- You made your point.

[handcuffs clicking]

Your brother-in-law, his name is Carter?

- Yes.

[grunts]

- Yeah, his wife didn't seem so shocked

that he would have lied.

- 'Cause I'm not a killer.

She knows that.

- And you say you haven't had contact with Carter?

- I haven't.

Only unanswered letters.

- Then why is he scared?

Why doesn't he want his wife to know where he lives?

[electricity crackling] - [grunts]

[engine turns over]

[grunts]

Because I didn't kill my wife.

I drank way too much that night.

I passed out in bed.

Someone came and murdered my wife and made Carter lie.

That's why he's so scared.

It's like I told you.

It's all a goddamn lie.

Get in the car.

- [breathing heavily]

- Where am I driving?

- How can we find where Carter's living now?

- I don't know.

You need medical attention.

- No.

- You know, my team, they can look into this.

They can look into your case.

If you call this now, they'll dig into it, you know?

We can reinterview Carter--

- And Carter will lie!

What is it that you're not getting?

If I turn myself in, we both know exactly what will happen.

I will go immediately back to prison.

And no lawyer in hell will ever look at my case again.

- My unit will.

- And you'll get the same answer.

Carter will lie, and that'll be the end.

And I'll never know who killed her.

Someone killed my wife.

They came inside and killed her while I was in the house.

They took my whole life in one night.

My kid thinks I killed her mom.

I won't let this be over.

I can't!

[somber music]

- What--what happened that night?

♪ ♪

- We were at a bar.

Dominique, my daughter, she was at her friend's,

staying over that night.

So Simone and I went out.

Simone was off.

She was upset.

But I didn't know why.

So we fought.

And I drank.

Drank more when we got home.

Passed out in our room.

Then I woke up that morning.

There was blood everywhere, so much blood.

I called police.

I was screaming.

They arrested me that day.

There. Pull in there.

[scanner beeping]

- You feeling all right?

- Yep.

- Want a bag? - Okay.

- It's 10 extra cents.

- That's fine.

- Wanna round up for Children's Relief Fund?

- No. Here.

[sighs]

- Here's your change.

The receipt takes a minute.

The machine's slow.

- Morgan.

- Keep moving.

- You're bleeding.

- I said keep moving.

I have to know.

I have to look Carter in the eye myself, just me.

I have to ask him why he lied.

It's the only hope I got.

He won't lie if I'm there.

- You can't know that.

- I do.

Call it faith.

I do.

Keep moving.

Please.

[groaning]

[thuds] - Morgan!

[siren wailing]

[breathing heavily]

- Okay. [tires screeching]

All right.

Thanks.

No sign of them or the stolen vehicle.

Patrol just missed them.

- How long? - Four minutes.

- Pulling all PODs and cams now, Sarge.

- All right, get all these people out on the street

searching the area.

Chevy might not have gotten far.

[indistinct chatter]

This blood?

- Think it's Morgan's. Trail leads inside.

- Dude was bleeding all over the place.

Gonna have to hazmat the store.

- You called it in? - Yeah.

- Where are your cameras?

- Dude honestly thought I didn't see him

soaking through his jacket.

People are idiots.

- All right, the man with him, he was all right?

- I don't know.

Seemed fine.

His face was kind of blank, like--

I don't know, might just be his face.

Security cameras are back there.

Quality leaves a whole lot to be desired.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- All right, take the footage.

Keep it in-house.

[water running]

- You passed out.

I stitched you up.

- Where am I?

- But I'm not a doctor.

- Why am I here?

- You lost too much blood.

You might be in shock right now.

You need to go to the hospital.

- I know.

But I won't until I do this.

You get that?

I know you get that.

Or else I'd be waking up surrounded by police,

cuffed to a hospital bed.

- You should be.

- But yet you brought me here.

Why?

What are the chances?

My van hits a police car this morning, your car.

What are the damn chances?

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- It's fate?

- What else could it be?

I'm innocent.

I think you know that.

You brought me here.

You've already made your decision.

Right?

♪ ♪

- You believe Carter will tell you the truth

if you're standing there?

Do you believe that?

- Yes.

♪ ♪

- I'm gonna help you find Carter

and let you have your moment

and look him in the eye.

And that's it.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

- You'll be back in prison after.

- Okay. Okay.

- I won't let you run.

- I know.

- Do you know what you're risking?

- I need to see him.

♪ ♪

[groaning, panting]

Yeah.

Okay.

You're making the right decision.

I promise.

[groans] Yeah.

[groans]

[exhales heavily]

♪ ♪

- Do you still have the old computer?

- Come.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, these are all old.

- Won't police know you accessed this?

- Yeah.

I'm telling you, we don't have long.

Who did Carter trust the most?

- I don't know. Um.

He had a few guys on the block.

Drank with them.

I don't know, he trusted me, Simone.

They had a cousin. - Name?

- I don't know.

Simone didn't like him, but Carter did.

- Dion Crews.

Is he the cousin? - Mm-hmm.

That's Carter in the middle, Dion on the right.

- Dion owns two properties in Gresham.

Looks like he lives in one, and the other is unoccupied.

Maybe that's where Carter is.

I know I haven't been here.

- My car keys are hanging by the door.

Go.

[knocking on door]

[tense music]

- Hello?

[knocking]

Hello.

- Whatever it is, I'm not interested.

You don't see the "No Solicitation" sign?

- Hey!

Carter! Wait! Wait! Wait! Hold up!

Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!

We're not gonna hurt you. We're not gonna hurt you.

All right? Hey, back up! - [grunting]

- Don't touch him! Don't touch him!

Okay?

Listen, I'm police, and he's not armed.

So I'm not gonna let him hurt you, okay?

- What the hell is he doing here?

He's supposed to be in prison. - Take a breath for me.

Take a breath for me. - He's not supposed to be here.

- I know. I know. I know.

I promised him one conversation.

One.

Then we're gone. - No, no.

- I wanna know why you lied.

- I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this.

- Hey, hey, hey! Listen!

One conversation, and we're out.

[somber music]

- I was locked up for five years because of what you said.

Why did you lie?

- How is he here?

- I wanna know why you lied.

- If he ran from prison, then he's a fugitive.

This is illegal. - Look at me.

- He can't be here. - Look at me, please, Carter.

Look at me and tell me why you lied.

You know me.

You stood up at our wedding.

Dominique's your goddaughter.

You're supposed to protect your sister.

♪ ♪

You're supposed to be my family.

Instead you lied over and over.

- I'm not doing this. - Why did you lie?

- No, no. - Look at me!

- No! - Why can't you look at him?

♪ ♪

You did lie, didn't you?

- You can't be here.

- Why?

Who are you scared of?

- Please, Carter.

- Did you even see Morgan that night?

Hey!

[dramatic music]

[bat clatters]

- Carter, please.

♪ ♪

- I had to.

I had no choice, man.

They made me.

- What?

Who?

- Who made you lie?

- I can't.

- Who?

- No, I can't, man. You can't be here.

- Why not? Why? Why? Who are you scared of?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Just--Carter, look at him again.

Just look at him.

He's dying, man.

Just--just tell him the truth.

- No.

- For Simone.

You know I didn't kill her.

That's your sister.

- I know that!

They killed her.

They said they would kill me, my wife, and my kid.

- Who--who? - I had no choice.

- Who? - I don't know.

I've never known. - How is that possible?

- They called! They--they called me.

They threatened me. They got in my house.

They sent me pictures of my sleeping child

with a gun to his head, okay?

I don't know who it was, but when they told me what to say,

I said it.

I lied.

[crying]

- Then who killed her? - I don't know.

I don't know.

[crying]

- Chicago PD!

- Hey, hey! Hands up! Hands up!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

No one's armed but me! - Okay, okay.

- Anybody else here? [indistinct yelling]

Dante, anybody else here? - It's clear! It's clear!

- Ambo is already en route! - He's innocent!

- Ambo's on the way. - I believe him!

- I know. - It was the only way.

- Stop talking. Stop talking.

- I believe him. - Dante.

- I believe him. - I know.

We dug into it.

We all know what you were doing.

Now, stop talking.

5021. Where's my ambo?

- Morgan, look at me.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Just breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe with me.

Just breathe with me.

Yeah.

[siren wailing]

[monitor beeping]

- Will they get Carter on record?

- They'll have him make a statement.

- Will they clear my name?

- We're gonna work the case.

- [breathing heavily]

I wanna know who killed my wife.

[somber music]

- We're gonna work it.

- We need to call my daughter.

♪ ♪

- We will.

[alarm beeping]

- I told you.

What were the chances that I crashed into you?

♪ ♪

- Your lawyer will meet you at the district,

and we'll get everything on record.

- It was five years ago.

I don't have the phone that they called on.

I don't have any information to give you.

I can barely remember--

- Carter, you know more than you think, all right?

Watch your head.

Bring him straight to 21st. Sergeant Platt will meet you.

Take him straight to the interview room.

Any tech inside?

- Yeah, we got a couple computers, a game console--

[gunshots] - Get down! Get down!

Came from across the street!

Right up there! - Stay low! Stay low!

Use your door! Use your door! Crossing!

- 10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police...

- Carter! - At 2253 Ashland.

We got one down!

No eyes on the shooter!

- Carter!

- Shots coming from that elevated position over east.

I'm moving in. Cover me!

- Call me out, Kev! - Yup!

- 5021 on scene, that 10-1.

I need that ambo now.

And I need the perimeter shut down from Racine to Ashland...

- Hey.

- And 85th to 87th Street.

- I've got the east end of the building.

- Does anybody have eyes?

- No, Sarge, no eyes on the shooter.

Someone cover the west.

- Tell me somebody has eyes.

Where is he?

- He got two rounds. There was no saving him.

Team's still searching the perimeter.

Shooter's still in the wind.

- How?

- He--he must have been lying in wait,

watching Carter's place.

- They must have known Morgan would run there.

They were scared Carter would talk.

- Right.

As soon as the shooter had a clear shot,

he took it, made a clean escape.

We're still searching PODs and cams.

We could get lucky there.

We've got Carter's wife and son in protective custody.

- Did we get anything out of Carter before he was shot?

- No, we were taking him into the district for questioning.

- And someone took him out.

What is this?

- I don't know.

- Someone framed Morgan.

- Yeah.

- Why?

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

[knock at door, door clicks open]

- Hi.

Can I help you?

- You're Dominique Morgan?

- Yes.

- I'm Dante Torres with the Chicago Police Department.

- Oh, uh, someone actually came already to notify me.

I know about my dad's death.

- I'm here for something else.

- What?

- Some new evidence has come to light on your mother's case.

And we believe that your father was innocent.

- What do you mean? That can't be--

- We uncovered new evidence.

Your dad didn't kill her.

♪ ♪

- I don't understand.

How is that--who did?

- I don't know yet, but I'm here.

And I'm gonna help.

Can I come in?

- Yeah.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]

[tense music]

♪ ♪