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Good morning.
Good morning.

Political corruption in Chicago
was like the pizza,

other cities do it,
but no one better than us.

Guys like
Michael "Hinky Dink" Kenna,

"Bathhouse" John Coughlin.

Politicians who ran the
notorious gang-infested

First Ward for four decades.

Since then,
over 1,500 Chicago officials

have been charged
with corruption.

The defendant,
Darren Anthony Wahl,

used his position

at the Chicago Department
of Waste and Sanitation

to embezzle civic funds...

and to rob Chicago
and its citizens...

Darren Wahl's the first one
arrested and tried

by my administration.

And once his ass is in prison,

I'll be coming after the rest
of them.

Superintendent!
Hey, the jury's in.

Do you think
you won your case?

Well, I think we did something
very important here.

As a public official,

Darren Wahl violated
the voters' trust.

It sounds like you're already
taking your victory lap.

Well, we still have
to wait for the jury,

but I did bring
my running shoes.

Superintendent,
can you make corruption

a thing of the past
in Chicago?

Can we make corruption
disappear? Probably not.

But can I put the fear
of God into people

and make them think twice
before stealing from my city?

Absolutely. And that's what
my administration is all about.

Thank you.
One more question. One more question.

Why's he smiling?

Be seated.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have not come to a
unanimous decision, Your Honor.

We are hopelessly dead-locked.

That is why he's smiling.

I declare this case a mistrial
by a hung jury.

Would prosecution like to motion
for a retrial?

Not at this time,
Your Honor.

Very well, case dismissed.

Let's go.
Congratulations.

This was a clear-cut,
slam-dunk case

and two people vote "not
guilty"? How does that happen?

We gave you Wahl
with a bow attached.

You want us to try
your cases for you, too?

You think you
could do better?

Certainly couldn't do any worse.
Enough.

Look, this isn't about
you or the evidence.

Wahl bought someone off. He knew
that hung jury was coming.

Prove it, and then we'll have
something to talk about.

But my boss wants
this off his plate.

He's dropping the
charges Monday.

Come up with solid evidence
of jury tampering by then,

maybe he changes his mind.

Mm. Got an e-mail
from Alderman Gibbons.

He wants to have
a sit-down... now.

That's interesting
timing.

Yeah. Sharks can always
smell blood in the water.

Ah, speaking of which...

Better luck next time,
sweetheart.

What? Ow, oh, oh,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sorry about that.
I guess that's what happens

when you don't watch
where you're going, huh?

You get your head
all up in the clouds.

You both lost.
Deal with it.

Aye, aye, Captain.
Go on. Run along,

run along, run along.

That was subtle.

Subtle's for plastic
surgeons and poets.

We've got till Monday.

Let's do it, then.

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and it takes your breath? ♪

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Teresa, you barely survived
a "no confidence" vote.

And now losing
the Wahl case?

Getting a conviction on Wahl

should have been a game changer
for you.

And let's be honest, Teresa.

You could use a game changer
right now.

Yes, I could.

How many
for your sister's husband?

Just one.

Any more,
he might think I like him.

One it is.

It's not how many times
we fall down, Teresa;

it's how many times we get back
up. Come on, you know that.

I'll be sure to stick
that on my bumper.

I'm not going to give
up on the Wahl case.

You don't have to.

State's Attorney's office
holds all the cards right now,

which means you need a plan.

And you have one for me?

Get back to basics.

Get arrests up,
crime rates down.

Get the press excited.

Clean up the streets.

Bank some capital.

And then get back
to this crusade of yours

to clean up city waste
and management.

Sound advice.
I'll tell you what,

I'll get the overtime money
approved for your beat coppers.

We'll get this job done right.

There hasn't been overtime money
for beat coppers in three years.

You're willing to do that
for me?

Teresa, when I helped
put you in this job,

I did that because
I want you to succeed.

What do you want for
all this generosity, Alderman?

Two things.

I need for my ward
to be a priority.

Arrests go up
in my part of town first.

When the media starts...
singing the praises

of Superintendent Teresa Colvin,

Teresa Colvin doesn't forget
who brought her to the dance.

Anything else?

When the time comes,
I'll let you know.

Do we have a deal?

Well, you get the money for my
coppers, and then we'll talk.

How'd it go?

Just as I thought.
What?

Gibbons is trying
to redirect our attention.

Something about the Wahl case
has him nervous,

so he's trying to push me
in a new direction,

dangling OT pay
for beat coppers as bait.

That's pretty nice bait.
I wouldn't hear

too many beat coppers
complaining about it.

So what's our next move?

Well, he showed his cards,
now I'm gonna play mine.

I'll let him think
his magic worked.

And in the meantime,
you start in with the jury.

You got Boy Wonder on it.

So, you got the first
jurors ready to go, huh?

Yeah.
Jury breaks down as follows:

two "not guilty" votes
and ten "guilty" votes.

There's no transcripts
of the deliberations.

No notes, because they throw
them out after the trial.

Okay. Well, remember
that these guys

don't have to talk to us.
So, be nice, be charming.

I can be charming.

Try harder.

Mr. Cahill, so this is not,
this is not an interrogation.

This is just a preliminary
interview to determine

whether or not the city's going
to retry the Darren Wahl case.

Hmm. You gonna pay me?

Why would I pay you?

Because everybody's getting
their palms greased

in this city.
Why the hell not me, right?

So you think, you think, Wahl
was stealing from the city till?

I voted "guilty,"
didn't I?

I think that man was as crooked
as they come.

So you voted
"not guilty," huh?

No question?

Absolutely no question.

Anyone ever ask you
about your vote?

Anyone outside the jury?

You mean anyone try
and bribe me?

Damn, I wish
someone had.

Could have used the cash.

I would have liked
nothing better

than to put
that skunk away.

State didn't make its case.

Shadow of a doubt and all that.

You mean "reasonable doubt."

Whatever. Sure.

Now, this is the man, okay?
I got it.

No, no, no.
You listen to me.

This is Hugh Killian.

He's a boss, a real deal--

make-you-dead-with-a-look boss.

I said I got it.
Yeah?

Whatever you do,
do not ask questions.

Don't make me look bad.

Whatever he
wants, you say,

"Yes, sir," "No, sir,"
"can I kiss your ass, sir?"

He's probably gonna
have his daughter with him.

Takes her everywhere. Don't talk
to her; don't even look at her.

He doesn't like that.

Mikey and Liam, right?

This is my
daughter, Beth.

Nice to
meet you.

Been hearing a lot of
good things about you,

about your contributions.
Thank you, sir.

Not you.

You.
Thanks.

Need you to pick something up
for me.

Can you handle that?

Uh, we can handle that.

Well, hold on a second.

Can I ask what it is
I'm picking up?

No. Forget it.
Doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

What are you doing,
Hennesey?

Why does it matter
to you?

Different pickups
have different priorities,

different precautions.

I know what it is
I'm picking up,

I can do my job better;

look out for you.

It's a gift basket.

Gift basket.

Yeah.

Cookies and nuts and stuff?

Steaks, chops; things like that.

And damn well
better be nice, too.

This guy owes me big time.

Chicago Department
of Waste and Sanitation.

Darren Wahl?

Yeah, that Darren Wahl.

No problem, Mr. Killian.

I can take care of it.

Good.

Excuse me, I'm here to pick up
a gift basket.

Oh, great.

Get it to him quick.

I don't want that stuff
going bad. And, uh...

tell Hugh I said,
"I hope he likes it."

Actually...

Janet, get Hugh Killian
on the phone.

Right away.

Hello, Hugh.

It's Darren.

Yeah, I hope
you like the cuts.

Well, I pay my debts.

You can count on that.

It's Darren.

Yeah, I hope you like the cuts.

Well, I pay my debts.

You can count on that.

You didn't have an ESO
to make that recording.

But the kid showed initiative.
I know, but I can't give it

to the State's Attorney.

No, but it tells us
where to look.

I mean, Hugh Killian is a
top boss in the Irish mob,

and that certainly sounds like
he helped fix Wahl's trial.

Question is, "Why?"
Why is Wahl so valuable to them?

- What do you mean?
- Well, Wahl's got to be

mixed up with something
in the Irish mob

that's big enough to
risk fixing a jury.

It's a whole lot bigger than a
hand-in-a-cookie-jar corruption.

I know, it's major league. My
guess is it goes all the way up.

As far up as Alderman Gibbons?

I don't know.

But let's climb that ladder
and find out.

Mm.
Hey.

- Oh. You're selling your car?
- Mm-hmm.

You love that thing.
Yeah, she's a sweetheart,

but, with the new pay grade,
it's time for an upgrade.

And... think I just
found my dream car.

What is that? Is-is that an
ostrich painted on the hood?

That's a 1973 Pontiac
Trans Am Firebird.

Rare and beautiful.
And the guy...

he's only gonna hold
it for 48 hours.

And he's only taking cash,
so I got to sell my car quick.

Mmm.

Mmm.
Mmm.

Hey.

I got a friend's boat this
weekend. I thought it'd be fun

if we invited Paul and Ellen.

Paul from work?
Yeah.

Hmm.

We're partners.
Mm-hmm.

It's already not good
that we're dating.

It's even worse
if we advertise it.

Well, there's nothing
in rules and regs

that says you can't have a
relationship with your partner.

I don't want to hide anymore.

What about your
Uncle Jarek?

It's not going to be you he
tries to kill once he finds out.

Well, he doesn't decide
who I get to see.

Let's just...

be good cops together.

Hmm?

Keep everything
the way it is.

So at work, we should
just treat each other

like one of the boys?
Mm-hmm.

That's right.

And here I'll treat you

like the beautiful
woman you are.

Vincent Wysocki was my brother.

Our old man was a cop.

He ran our mother off
when I was two, I guess.

I didn't see her again
for another 20 years.

My father worked a lot
of OT and side jobs,

so mostly
it was just me and Vin.

We grew up together.

Got into a little trouble,
chased a lot of girls.

Loved the Sox. Stood up
at each others' weddings.

Became cops together.

Vinny was the best man
I ever knew.

The night I got a call,
my brother was murdered

doing his job as an undercover
police officer,

I made a promise
to make it right.

It's a promise I haven't
been able to keep... yet.

No offender
is too small.

I want you to get
people inside,

I want you to flip them
if you can,

because I want guns, I want
drugs, and I want warrants.

And here's the good news,
people:

overtime will be extended

to all beat coppers

for the next 30 days.

That's it,
let's go after it.

Sounds like Gibbons came
through with a promise

for money for the
beat coppers, huh?

Yeah, he thinks
we're going steady.

Well, might be a good time to
catch him with his pants down.

What'd you have in mind?

A little flanky move.

Put some pressure on Wahl.
Stir the pot.

Things could get
a little messy, though.

Nothing lands on my desk;
no one goes to the hospital.

I will do my best.
Mm.

That's all right, he's
expecting us. Don't worry.

Detective Wysocki.

You may think you've won,
but that's just the first inning

in a doubleheader, my friend.

Call my lawyer.

Or maybe we should call the,
uh, the Irish mob.

I hear they're doing
your legal work these days.

How's Hugh Killian?

You spoken to him since
your little mistrial?

Hugh Killian?

Hugh Killian? No? No?

You need to leave.
Yeah.

You need to remember
that every snail

leaves a trail, buddy.

And I am all... over yours. Hey?

The State's Attorney is not
going to retry this case.

So why don't you
get out of here

before I make a call
and have you both fired.

It's okay.

Better than most people,

you know there's more
than one way

to get things done
in this city.

Your name is at
the top of my list.

Just a short while ago,

this medical center
was abandoned,

scheduled for demolition.

But with the help of the Urban
Renewal Project I sponsored,

and each of you participated in,

quality health care is
once again within reach

of each and every person
in this neighborhood.

Now, I need to thank
Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez, here,

for their generous underwriting
of this project

and their civic pride
they take and they demonstrate

in this community
time after time.

Let's do this together.

One, two, three.

There it is:

Killian and Gibbons--
the Un-holy Grail.

These two guys running
together in public?

Unbelievable.

Ooh... We don't look too happy.

I'd give a month's
pay to hear

to what they're
going to say.

What are you doing
here, Hugh? Hmm?

Oh, you think this
is how it works, huh?

Don't tell me how it works.

We've got a serious problem.
Not in public!

Ever!

All right.

I'm sorry,
but this is urgent.

Just tell me one thing.

How did you screw this up
so royally, so fast?

It's that Detective Wysocki.

He's probably throwing
a "Hail Mary."

He's got Wahl
jumping out of his skin.

I thought you had this
Teresa Colvin on a short leash?

Don't you worry about Teresa
Colvin. I've got that.

You worry about the case.
All right.

Look, we tie up
some loose ends.

We stay cool,
call Wysocki's bluff.

How many loose
ends we talking?

There's one.
The juror.

He can hurt us.

It's not on
my doorstep.

This is your problem.

You handle it
however you need to.

And don't ever
surprise me again.

I'll take care of this.

Yes, you will--
personally.

You.

Huh. That was short.

Bet it wasn't
too sweet, though.

Hello.

Hey.

Wait a minute.
It's not $4,000,

it's 15 grand.

What the hell?

Is every single person in this
entire country on drugs?

What's going on?

That's the sixth
call today,

trying to buy my
car for $4,000.

I put in the ad "15",

and I need every penny
or that Firebird goes away.

Well, that's weird.

Why would everyone be offering
exactly $4,000?

Yeah.

I'm getting punked here.

And when I find
out who it is,

there will be blood.

Shouldn't be too hard
to figure out.

It's probably
just one of the boys.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

You?

You went online
and changed the price of my ad?

Cops play jokes
on each other, right?

Okay, point made.

But now, I'm never
gonna get that car.

You'll thank me later.
Come on.

Got work to do, buddy.

Finally got Juror Number Six

to come down. That's the
other "not guilty" vote.

Is he our guy or what?

It's a woman, and I, I don't
think anyone got to her.

Well, maybe you didn't
knuckle down hard enough.

She's our link to the mob.

We connect her
to the jury tampering,

and the rest of the pieces
fall into place.

Okay?

Okay, miss, I got a couple
of questions for you.

Ah. Hello.
You must be a detective, too?

Yes, I am.

Sorry, my partner didn't tell me
you were blind.

I hide it well.

And my hearing's awesome.

Well, in that case, I have
one question to ask.

What did you hear
at Mr. Wahl's trial

that made you
vote "not guilty"?

I heard a lot of things.

It's not just the words.

There was a guy,
one of the jurors.

Made a pretty good case
for Wahl. He made sense.

But again, it wasn't the words,
but... the way they sounded.

Like he was afraid,
or something.

Afraid. Afraid of what?

Afraid of getting it
wrong, I thought.

Why do you say that?

Well, after I heard what he
had to say, I was convinced

there wasn't enough
evidence to convict.

But then he changed his mind.

Eventually, he had me arguing
for his point of view.

You remember his name?

Uh... Larry.

Juror Number Three.
Larry Cahill.

I had this guy in.

He voted to convict.
What the hell's going on?

I've heard about this kind of thing before.
It's state-of-the-art

jury tampering. They buy
someone off on the jury,

but they get them to convince
the others to vote not guilty.

And then they cast a "guilty"
vote. No one's the wiser.

Makes it very hard to figure out
who's really behind this.

Hey, Larry.

What's going on?

You've been made. We've got
to get you out of Chicago.

Take out your
wallet, watch,

anything valuable.

Okay.

Is that everything?

Yeah.

Give it to him.

Where am I supposed to go?

Take his stuff.

Dump it on some
street in crack-town.

Junkies'll use
his credit cards,

and we'll be covered.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

Oh, you're fine, is it? You got
blood on you, right there.

- Are you serious?
- Seriously, you okay?

I'm fine.

They killed that son of a bitch
right in front of me.

Gibbons met Killian today.

Killian killed the juror, made
it look like a robbery, yeah?

Yeah.

There's no one
left to testify.

Except me.

Okay, we've got Killian on
murder. That's a lock.

Yes.

But what if we can
tie this to Gibbons?

We could just bag
the whole lot of them.

They're not going to go down
easy, without a fight.

Just so we're clear, all right?
They know I'm sniffing around.

Their antennas are way up.

We need to proceed
with extreme caution.

What the detective and
I both need to know

is, are you up for this?

You want dirt on Gibbons?

I will get you
dirt on Gibbons.

The least Killian could have
done was given us a heads up

that whack was going down.

And all to protect
that Wahl jerk.

Otherwise, he'd be
in the joint right now.

Yeah, but so what, you
know? What do we care

if he gets locked up?

Wahl's the trash man, baby.

Trash goes out,
and goodies come back in.

Wh-What are you talking about?

The Chicago dumps are full.

So Wahl gets the bright idea
to ship our trash

to some landfill
in the middle of Iowa.

So?
So it's the middle of nowhere.

No one around;
no eyeballs.

We haul our trash out there, and
the trucks come back to Chicago.

There's no reason
they got to come back empty.

So what-what does he bring back?

Oh, anything
you should mention...

Why're you asking
these questions?

You're drunk.

No, I'm very drunk.

Hey.

Are you gonna be okay?

'Cause I got to roll.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Chris?
Chris Collier?

You got the wrong guy.
Dante Villardi,

St. Augustine's!

I said,
I don't know you.

What are you staring at?!

Huh?! You want a date?!

My mistake.

They're using a landfill in Iowa
as the drop point.

It's a black-market pipeline
leading right back into Chicago.

Wahl supplies
the sanitation trucks

and the depot
where they make the exchange.

I'm guessing
he's in it for a taste.

What are they moving?
I don't know,

but it's got to be illegal.

No wonder they're so interested

in keeping Wahl out of jail.

He flips, a lot of people
are going to go down.

City trucks to move contraband.
Unbelievable, man. This city.

We should do a sting.

Go to Killian
with some merchandise,

get the whole thing on a wire.

That's exactly what
we're gonna do.

There's one thing
I got to tell you, though.

What?

Someone recognized me,

used my real name
at McGowan's.

But I played it off.
I don't think anyone caught it.

You don't think?

There was one guy, maybe,

but he was drunk off his ass.

I know these guys, okay?

If something's not right...

If something's
not right, what?

You know these guys, Liam?

They're sociopaths, okay?

You think they'll even blink

when they throw your
ass in a ditch?

You think I don't know
what the risks are?

Let's just do this, man.

All right.

All right, no.

You raise suspicions,
you do nothing.

You sit tight, you open
your eyes, and you wait.

You don't go proposing
some big caper, okay?

That's how people
connect dots.

I get that; all I'm saying is,

this might be a one-time shot.

And if Liam thinks it's cool,

maybe we move forward.

Kid, if that's
what you think....

Eyes open, but
move forward.

If that's what you think, kid,
do me a favor and shut up.

Is this about Liam or is
this about your brother?

What?
'Cause it's not the same situation.

What?
I read your brother's case file.

He was under for
how long? A year?

Nine months.

Vincent was undercover
for nine months.

He had zero idea
he'd been made.

He got two bullets
in the back of the head.

Okay? Vincent had twice
the instincts that Liam's got,

and he never saw it coming.

Liam's on the inside.

He knows the situation
better than you,

or me or anybody.

He's the point. You got
to let him make the call.

What else?

Uh, Chamber of Commerce wants
you to speak for half hour

next week
instead of 20 minutes.

Fine.

Budget reports.
You still have to look over

those budget reports.
Later.

Those FBI gentlemen
are still outside.

Think we've made them cool
their heels off enough?

Long enough to tick them off.

Send them in.

Gentlemen.

Special Agents
Lawson and Sonnenschein.

Superintendent.

We need to talk to you
about Hugh Killian.

I've heard.

It's not every day
that I get a call

from the director of the FBI.

Well, after the stellar

cooperation we got
on the Romero case,

we want to make sure things
run smoother this time.

We've been tracking
a hijacking ring.

High-end electronics.

They've jacked over a million
in merchandise over six states.

It's a good bust.

And Killian's the primary?

A lieutenant runs the business.

But can you link it to Killian?

It's a piece of the puzzle.

Why are you moving on this now?

We know Killian has
connections with Darren Wahl.

We were waiting to see
how the trial went,

but since it went in the tank,

we're ready to move
on Killian alone.

Well, you should be aware

that the CPD is
actively perusing

a case against
Mr. Killian.

Not anymore.

Joiner.

Uh, I'm calling about the car.

There's been a bit of a mix-up

about that. I know the ad's
got it listed at $4,000,

but it's actually
15 grand. Firm.

That makes more sense.

Sounds like a nice ride.

Yeah. Customized her myself.

This rig is tight.
Hauls ass, too.

Okay. Look,
I-I can swing that price,

but, um...

trying to get ahold
of that cash right now

is gonna be tough.

I mean, maybe we can work
something else out.

Look, let me ask you a question,

brother to brother.

Do you like blow?

What?

I mean, maybe I can do

half in cash,

half in coke.

I mean, don't worry, man.

This is high-quality
stuff here, man.

You'll get your money back

and then some. Trust me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're a funny guy.

That's a nice try.

That's very clever.
What?

"Do you like blow?"

That's hilarious.

What?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You don't know anything
about a guy that just tried

to offer to buy my car
with a bunch of cocaine?

Ooh. I swear, Isaac.

That wasn't me,
or anyone else here.

He really offered
to buy your car with coke?

Yeah.

Yes.

Hello?

Hey, you just called
about my ride?

Yeah?

So I was thinking,

um, maybe we can do
this deal, after all.

Sweet, man.

Ask if he's got guns.

The FBI is
about to move in

on one of Killian's
operations.

It's low-level
garbage stuff,

but it could screw
up everything.

Where are we with Liam?

He's got Killian on some
black market thing

that want to use
Wahl's city trucks

to move contraband.

He, uh, he wants
to do a sting.

Liam wants to,
but not you?

Oh, I think the kid's

head's been zapped
by the shooting.

He's getting reckless.
He's pushing too hard.

He may have
even been made.

Look, I think we're
gonna get Gibbons,

but it just doesn't
have to happen today.

Wait, wait, wait. What happened?

Somebody called him by his
real name at McGowan's.

He says it's nothing,
but I'm not so sure.

I don't know. Maybe it's
time to pull him out.

Wait. Pull him out? What?
Did Liam ask to come out?

No, but what the hell
does he know?

He's not thinking straight.
He just wants the take down.

He's not seeing things right.

What does he know?
He knows that we're close.

So do I, and so do you.

Killian is a
stone-cold killer.

He has shown that.

We throw this kid
into the lion's den,

and if it goes south...

Jarek, this could get us

everything we have
been working for.

Everything.

I put Liam undercover.

I know that.

If he says he's good,
then I trust him.

All right, you just go

and you trip up the FBI
any way you have to,

and you get this done.

Teresa, I don't...
Get it done.

Going undercover
is like living in limbo.

You step out of your life,
and you're still walking

and breathing and talking,

but it's not really you.

And the longer you're under,
the harder it is

to remember
who you really are.

I was the youngest
of seven kids,

six boys and my sister
who got whatever she wanted.

My life was hand-me-downs
and waiting for the bathroom.

And privacy? Forget that.

Everyone knew everything
about you.

There were no secrets,
and you were never alone.

I'd give my left arm
to have Sunday supper

with my family again,
but that's gonna have to wait.

Now, before you say anything,
I want you to look me

in the eye and tell me
you're sure about this.

I'm sure.

I'm not walking away
with nothing.

Your life's not
nothing, kid.

I had a man's blood
splashed in my face.

When are we ever gonna
be this close again?

We can take them down.

So your head's not
messed up over it?

No.

All right. Let's do it.

Problem is, if the
Feds move in on Killian,

he's gonna close up shop--

the garbage truck
runs, everything.

We're dead
in the water.

Not if they walk away
empty-handed.

We can send them home,
licking their wounds

and make Killian feel
safe at the same time.

You want me to tip Killian
off to the FBI sting?

Exactly. We get rid
of the FBI problem

and any lingering doubts there
may be about you disappear.

As far as
Killian's concerned,

you're a stand-up guy
who's got his back.

And the Superintendent's
on board with this?

Hundred percent.
What about you?

I am, yeah.

All right?

Make it quick.

You been moving stolen
electronics in town?

What kind of question is that?

The FBI is moving in on you
in the next couple hours,

so wherever you're
stashing that stuff,

you got to clear it out
right now.

And how do you come across
that kind of information?

I met a girl
at a bar last month.

She tells me that
she's a secretary

down at the Chicago
branch of the FBI.

So I've been
chatting her up.

This morning she tells me
about how they're doing

this big electronics
raid today

and slips your name.

So...

I figured you might
want to know that.

Damn!

You're driving that
like you stole it.

Man, you weren't lying.

This little bitch
really does fly.

So, you ready to do this?

Yeah, we're
gonna do this.

He's got the guns?

And the coke?

What's going on?

See, the thing is,

I could only get my hands
on two pieces.

One's right here.

My buddy's got the other one.

So I'm gonna need you
to back up slowly.

I'll hold on to these.

You're ripping us off?

You got yourself a real genius.

He's a keeper.

Now, back it up!

Okay. Just take it easy.

Look, just keep
your hands in plain view.

Don't make any
sudden movements,

Everything will be okay.

Chicago PD! Let me
see your hands!

I got him!
I got him!

Stop running! I got you!

Don't you move!

My partner is kind of
a genius, you know.

Show him your diploma.

Just put your hands up
in the air!

Get in the corner!

Police! Police!
Police!

We're clear.

It looks like your
"arrest by" date expired.

They cleaned this place out.

In a hurry, it seems.

Someone tipped them.
Had to be.

Oh, yeah, with your crack
law enforcement skills,

that's got to be the reason.

I'm calling
Teresa Colvin.

This crap ends now.

Hey. Thanks for
coming down.

Yeah.

Um, can I get you something?

Uh, yeah. Whiskey
ginger, Terry.

My father's very
impressed with you.

I don't know why.

He says you did him
a very big favor.

Then I'm happy to hear that.

There's, there's something

I wanted to talk

to your father
about, but...

You know how to find him.

This is different.

I want to talk to him
about this deal thing,

but I know that your father

doesn't usually talk
to a guy like me,

even if I did
do him a little favor.

I think you'd be surprised

what kind of guy
my father thinks you are.

And in my experience, he's an
excellent judge of character.

Really? Unbelievable.

I mean, we just burned
an FBI investigation?

No, I protected our case.

And besides, those
J. Edgar Hoover panty sniffers--

they only suspect
we burned them.

They don't know for sure.

You're gonna get me fired
one of these days.

Well, there's
always the FBI.

Oh, no. Hang on.
Not anymore. You're right.

The mic is sewn into the lining,

so just talk
in your normal voice.

Yeah, I know how
to work a wire.

I know that you know, but
we're gonna go over it again.

All right?
'Cause it's the little things.

It's the stupid mistakes
that get undercovers killed.

Fine.
Talk in your normal voice.

Stay calm. Okay,
we just need information.

We're not going
for everything today.

Right.
Pitch your deal, get him interested.

Then ask the questions.

You know, "How does
the pipeline work?"

You're nervous,
you need reassurance.

You got it?

Got it.
Good.

There are gonna be
a lot of ears on you, so,

we got your back.

I know.
Thanks.

Liam?

If anything feels wrong,

you get yourself
out of there, okay?

That's a sweet ride there.

Hold up.

Got to pat you down.

Are you kidding me?

Do you really think
I'd bring a piece?

Just turn around.

Why are they
being so cautious?

Well, he's not
carrying, so

it's good. Make
'em feel safer.

All right, we good?

Can you turn it up?

Where's Killian?

He's this way.
In the back?

Way, way back.

"Way, way back."
What does that mean?

Oh!

If it isn't
our little lifesaver!

You saved me a lot
of trouble and money.

Glad it worked out.

Appreciate you seeing me.

Before we start, I'm gonna
need you to strip down.

We got to search you.

What?

Your guy searched me outside.

I'm not worried about a gun.

It's just
a precaution.

Are you kidding me?

You think
I'm wearing a wire?

Relax. I know you're all right,

but this FBI thing
and everything else,

I'm not taking chances.

It's nothing personal.

I'd check my mother
if she was here.

This is a hell of a way to be thanking me.
Nobody's accusing you

of anything.

What's the matter?

You got a little pecker?

All right,
we got to get him out.

If we go in, Liam's busted.

Our whole inside line to
Gibbons-- all that, gone.

Well, the guy was made.
I should never have sent him in.

You don't know that.
You don't know that.

He can handle this.
Hang on a second.

I came to you to do business.

And you treat me like a punk!

Hey, I said,
strip the damn clothes!

All units get ready to move in!
Even if we go in,

no way we can shoot
our way in there

and get to him all
the way in the back.

Not in time.

Okay, fine.

You think I'm a rat?!

You want to search me?!

See?

He tossed the jacket.

Nothing.

See?!

Get a good look! We good?!

Okay.

Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

Now pull the pants up,
for God's sakes.

You okay?

You know, kid's got game.

He's got more game
than I give him credit for.

This guy I know--
he's been moving

guns out of Mexico
up the Mississippi.

Assault rifles--
Russian and Chinese.

He says
that I can make 300% profit,

but I got no way
to take delivery

and move them safely
into the city.

I can help you with that.
Yeah.

Some of the guys said
you had something going on.

Let's just say, I got
a clean mode of transport.

Reel it in slowly. Slowly.

I mean no disrespect.

I just got to know
how this all... works.

This guy is a whack job.

If-if this goes bad...

You think
I don't take care of my own?

You give me a name
and address,

and I'll send you an invite
to the funeral, hmm?

Guy's a real sweetheart.

How about I show you
how it works?

Ease your concerns?

We got a delivery
coming in tomorrow morning.

They're probably loading up
at the dump as we speak.

The dump?

Just be here
tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m.

You like what you see, we'll...

We'll talk
about your finder's fee.

Finder's fee?

I'm messing with ya.

You'll get your cut.

Thank you.

We got him.
Yeah.

I mean, that's it.
We got him, yeah?

Time to take
out the trash.

What's the problem?

There's no problem.
You just got

a broken brake light.

You always sweat this much?

I'm not sweating.

Not sweating.

Need you to step out
of the vehicle.

Yeah.

Hey. It's
Miller.

Yeah?

No one can find the truck,

and we can't get Ronnie
on the phone.

Son of a bitch!
Get out of here.

You never heard anything about
any of this. You got that?

Let's find that truck.

Alderman Gibbons.

Lilly?

Are you...?

Did you wear those
panties I bought you?

Yes.

Let me see.

Lock the door.

Yeah.

We've got you on possession
of a controlled substance

with intent to sell--
crystal meth--

a drug that's increasingly
targeted at kids.

That's a class X felony.
Mandatory jail time.

You are royally screwed,
my friend.

I just drive the truck.

I don't know what's in there.
No, no.

That's not gonna fly.

How much is Killian
cutting you in for?

I'm a city employee.

I don't know
what you all are talking about.

A guy like Killian--
he's not gonna let

a city employee
move $500,000

worth of merchandise.

You're one of his.

We can make
this arrest go away.

I'll take a judge and have
him throw the case out.

In return for
your cooperation.

Or we can throw you
in County right now.

Yeah.

See who's got more friends in
the joint-- hey, you or Killian.

We've got Killian cold.
He's going down.

The only question is--

how far down are you
gonna let him drag you?

Mmm.

Mmm. Wait, Isaac.

Hold on, hold on.
Hold on.

I'm gonna tell
my uncle about us.

That's a problem for you;
we should stop now.

He's gonna try to split us up
as partners and a couple.

My father once told me,
if you're doing something

you're not comfortable
telling your family about,

you shouldn't be doing it.

Either we get
comfortable,

or we're not doing it.

I can get comfortable.

Hey.

Excuse me, sir.

Detective Wysocki
has a suspect

in custody who's willing
to testify against Killian.

Let's take this inside.

The suspect has given us

detailed information
regarding the structure

of Killian's black
market operations,

including the
disposition of funds.

You were only supposed to find
evidence of jury tampering.

Well, we got a whole
lot more than that.

Yeah, Killian is laundering his
money through three companies--

Fergus Construction,
Anotelli Jobbing Corporation

and Ericcson
Importing.

We need electronic surveillance
orders on all three companies.

Okay, I'm listening.

Well, there's a
common thread.

Alderman Ronin Gibbons.

He has a blind,

controlling interest

in Fergus Construction,
and he sits on the Board

of Directors of the
other two companies.

The CPD would
like you to file

a formal request
with the U.S. Attorney's office

to begin a secret
Grand Jury investigation

into Alderman Ronin Gibbons's
possible ties

to organized crime, money
laundering and racketeering.

Superintendent...
Teresa,

come on.
Killian, I get.

Let's milk this
for all it's worth

and close the noose, but...

I am not moving on Killian
until it gets us Gibbons.

There are no Killians
in the world

without the protection
of a Gibbons.

That is the head of the snake.

And this is Chicago.
Secret investigations don't

stay secret long.

Come on. You do realize

you're declaring open war

on the most powerful
man in the city.

I know.
And if you lose...

Can't lose.
I know what happens.

Okay.

I'll file the papers.

There's no backing out now.

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