All language subtitles for Chicago P.D. S09E02 Rage

- She's got a pulse!

- Do you think she's
gonna make it or not?

- No, no, please,
I have a daughter!

- I feel like Makayla's got
a right to see her.

- If you think that's best.

♪

- You look so pretty.

I couldn't ask
with Makayla in the room...

- But did you find Roy?

- No, Kim, we didn't.

♪

- All right.
Breakfast is served.

- We got blueberry pancakes
for you.

- Oh, well, that's perfect.

- It was so cool.
The lady at the counter knew

that Adam was a police officer.

She gave him a free coffee!

- Which I did not accept,
as that would be a violation.

- He accepted a discount
instead.

- Shh, shh, shh.

-
- You all right?

You got it?

All right.

Okay, I see the mobility,
the body torque.

Nicely done.

- Makayla,
let's do our absolute best

to keep the syrup in the
vicinity of the pancakes, okay?

- Also,
napkins are your friend.

Remember that, okay?

Listen, uh,
I'm gonna go meet a new CI,

girl that Enrique from
Narcotics hooked me up with.

- Okay.
- Says she's ready to work.

Would you wanna come?

- What?
- Sitter said she could

start back up again today.
I'll call her right now.

-
No.

- Kim, it's gonna be real easy.
We're meeting in a park.

- Yeah, um, I'm not ready.
- You sure?

- Yeah, I mean, who knows
if I'll ever be ready?

- Whoo!
Good job!

- Ruzek?

- Yeah.

Enrique says you got something.

- For real?
No "Hi, Ava, nice to meet you"?

"Who the hell are you?"

Don't you need to show me,
like, your badge or something?

- No, no, no,
we keep this casual.

That way, in the off chance
somebody sees you,

they'll think you're just here
talking to a friend.

- Ain't nobody I know gonna
think you one of my friends.

-
- But okay.

- Fair enough.
So what do you got?

- G-parks are doing
a big re-up.

- Okay, you got a name,
a shipment date, a meet?

- No.
Not yet.

I could get that info for you,
if I had the right price.

- All right, well, the way
this works is you get paid

for everything we recover,
so if there is a re-up,

you get the info,

we pay you a grand
for every kilo we seize.

- Yeah?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Jesus.
Okay, uh--

I'm meeting my man tonight.

I'm gonna get the info.
Names, dates,

where they're gonna stash it.

- Uh, hold up, hey.

You can do that all safely?
Who are you getting this from?

- Enrique said I wouldn't
have to tell you.

- The more of the conversation
we get taped, the better.

Okay?

What you're gonna do, you press
this button right here,

you hold for three seconds,
record as much as you can.

The moment that you feel
like anything is going wrong,

you get the hell out of there,
you understand me?

There's no amount of money
or drugs worth dying for.

What'd I just say?

- No amount of money
or drug's worth dying for.

- All right.
Where are you meeting your boy?

- 46th and Morgan,
tonight at 10:00.

- Okay,
I'll meet you after 11:00 p.m.,

49th Street overpass.

Good?
- Yeah.

- Nice to meet you.
-

Yeah.

- Yo, it's getting late, dog.

Is this girl the real deal?
- Ah, no, no.

She'll show, she'll show.

- Yeah, a'ight, you got
all the official papers?

- Eh.
How's Burgess today?

She feeling better?

- She's not good, man.
She's not great.

- Units in the seventh
district, shots fired detected

by the ShotSpotter
at 46th and Morgan.

- Wait, that's where Ava's
supposed to do her meet.

5021 Ida, we're gonna roll
on that Morgan job.

♪

Did y'all hear gunshots?

- Y'all straight?
Y'all didn't hear nothing?

Come on, man,
somebody talk to me.

Huh?
Y'all heard the shots.

Where'd they come from?

- In there.
- All right.

We'll have a check.

♪

Ready?
- Yeah.

♪

♪

Agh!

5021 David, squad on
the scene of the shots fired.

I got a black SUV,
tinted windows,

flying westbound down
the alley, plates unknown.

- Copy that.

- 5021 Ida.

I got a DOA
at 4601 South Morgan.

Roll crime lab.
- Copy that, 5021 Ida.

Crime lab en route.

- Please, please,
I swear I didn't say anything.

I swear--

- She got made.

♪

- All right, what do we know?

- Well,
shooter policed his brass,

or we're dealing
with a revolver.

Checked the alleyway
for weapons.

We didn't find a thing.
- Vehicle?

- Black SUV, no plates,
no PODs, no security cameras

except for the ShotSpotters
out front, but that's a zero,

'cause nobody entered that way.

- Still can't confirm
who she was meeting.

I mean, she didn't give me
a name, just G-Park Lords.

- Right.
- This whole block's

a stronghold,
we've seen the movie,

no one's talking,
no one saw anything.

- All right, so we invoke
zero tolerance on this block.

Lock 'em up for jaywalking
if we have to.

We shut down
their narcotic sales,

someone's gonna start talking.

What do you got?
- Ava was raped.

Two GSWs, point-blank range.
Looks personal to me.

- Hmm.

Our recording suggests this is
the Lords taking care of a rat.

So let's compile a list of

all documented bangers
on this block.

I want the whole set,
from the shot-caller

to the shorty slinging bags.

Let's get a run on all
sex offenders in the area too.

Okay?
- You got it, Sarge.

- And meanwhile,
work that alley.

And get a rush on ballistics.

This is a gang, chances are
they use the same weapons

to solve other problems.
- Yep.

- Let's go.

- Hey, Sarge.
- Oh, no.

No, I am not, nor will I be,
available

to sort
through your 15 subpoenas

and help you
with the court book again.

- It's about Kim.

Oh, that's cute.

I was wondering if that spot's

still available
in the Narcotics task force

working the federal wire.

- A desk job?
- Yeah.

- Burgess wants a desk job?
- I'm just wondering

if it's available, that's all.

- I'll reach out.
- Okay.

Thank you.

- Uh-huh.

- M.E. found fragments
consistent with a 9-millimeter,

but there's no clean
rifling impressions,

so it's a dead end.

- Okay, where we at
with the G-Park Lords?

- Patrol and Tact grabbed
about ten of 'em.

They're eating peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches

in lockup, not talking.
- Huh.

- Well,
at least we do have an idea

of who Ava was supposed
to drop the dime on.

Her phone records indicate
that she was tight

with two self-admitted
G-Park Lords

known as the Page cousins,
uh, Daniel and Xavier.

Xavier's actually
an ex-boyfriend.

- Okay, we got eyes on Xavier?
- Yes, we do,

in the Danville penitentiary.

He was scooped up
a couple months ago

for an unrelated distro charge,
so that's another dead end,

and so is his cousin, Daniel,

because he was on Instagram
Live when Ava was killed.

- Okay, we got anything else?

Ava's cell phone, social media.
Any threats?

- She didn't have
a social media presence.

Most of her calls were
to friends or Xavier.

Her last phone call
was an hour before her murder

to her P.O., Gary Franklin.

- Okay,
you two go talk to Franklin,

see if he can tell us
anything about Ava.

Jay, Hailey,
keep knocking on doors.

- Yeah, on it.

- I'm Atwater
and this is Ruzek.

Definitely appreciate
you taking the time.

- Yeah.

- See y'all got a lot
going on this morning.

- Yeah, tell me about it.
It's a damn shame about Ava.

I had high hopes for her.
See where that gets you.

Need this filed, okay?

- So, listen, when's the last
time you spoke to Ava?

- She called me last night,

said she was gonna
miss her mandatory check-in.

- Did she sound scared at all?
- No, hardly.

She said she was gonna
be working with the police.

She was psyched about the cash.
- Right.

We were wondering if there
was anybody that you think

she might really want
to point a finger at.

Was she pissed at anybody--
- Kevin.

- Anybody else pissed at her?
- CPIC just hit me back.

PODs picked up a black SUV

driving erratically
near the murder scene

ten minutes
after Ava was murdered.

Tags go back to a G-Park Lord
named, uh, DeShawn Baker.

She ever mention
a DeShawn Baker to you?

- No, that does
sound familiar though.

- Mm, well, he's probably been
in those seats a few times.

He got a pretty long-ass sheet,

including a prior
for sexual assault.

That doesn't ring a bell?
- No.

If he's the one,
you roll him hard for me.

- I promise you, we will.
Thank you for your time.

♪

We got Baker's car out front.
You guys set?

- Yeah, we just rolled up.

- All right, we're gonna knock.

- Chicago PD, open up!

- I got the side.
- I'll move for the back door.

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

5612 South Emerald,
plainclothes officers on scene.

- Move!
- Copy that, 5021 Ida.

- Let's back up, bro.

♪

- Don't touch that gun,
DeShawn!

Drop it, drop it.
Hands up in the air!

Hands in the air.
Keep your eyes on me.

That's right, keep 'em up.
Up!

Don't move.

- Got anything on you in
that bag I need to worry about?

- Go to hell.

- Jail first.

Then I'll meet you there.

- Yeah, well,
today is not your day, DeShawn.

You shot at the police,

and we found a half a key
of dope in your bag.

- Well, look, as far
as the dope, man, I don't--

- We don't care about the dope.
You understand me?

See what I wanna know...

is do you know a woman
named Ava Pierce?

- Yeah.
I heard what happened to Ava,

and I had nothing
to do with that.

- Mm.
- Ava was good girl.

Little on the crazy side,
but she was good.

- When'd you see her last?

- I don't know, a week maybe.

- A week maybe?
- Yeah.

- We got your vehicle
three blocks away

from where Ava lives,
ten minutes after she died.

- Oh, that's my whip.
I wasn't in it though.

I let my sister borrow it.
I was in Detroit.

You can check my phone
for the boarding pass.

I wasn't even here.

- Okay,
let's say we believe you.

Do you know anybody who might
want to hurt Ava?

- Maybe her new guy.

I heard he roughed her up
a few times.

- Okay, you got a name?
- Nah.

She never talked about that.

So what's up, can I get
up out of here or what?

- Eh.

You shot at the police.

You ain't going nowhere.

- Hey, Kev.

You got a second?
- Huh?

- I thought you should know

Burgess is looking
at desk jobs.

- You talk to her?

- Not yet.
Just Ruzek.

Nothing set in stone, but there
is an opening in Narcotics.

- Sarge,
call came in over the zone.

Witness saw a possible rape
in a back alley off Racine.

Victim took off running,
but the offender jumped

into a black SUV
with tinted windows.

- Let's jump on it.
Thanks, Trudy.

- 2326 on scene, no sign
of black SUV or the victim.

- 5021 Henry, we're en route.
2326, secure the perimeter.

Dispatch relayed
the victim is believed

to be injured,
so keep searching.

- We'll knock on doors.
Maybe she ran inside for help.

- Stop!

Hey!

Hey!
We're the police!

Hey!
-

- 5021 George,
we got eyes on our victim.

- Hey.
We're the police.

It's okay.
It's okay.

- We got you, okay.
You're safe now, I promise.

- He's gone.
He can't hurt you.

♪

- Is she stable?
Can we try talking to her?

- Sorry, Detective,

we gotta take her in.

- She's catatonic.

- Crime scene's two blocks up,
alley near a church.

Witness reports a black SUV
leaving in a hurry.

Didn't get a look at the driver

and, again, we got zero plates.

- But we did find an ID
in the victim's purse.

Her name's Sara O'Connell.

Been arrested
for possession of heroin,

did the time,
been out for two years,

lives in Gage Park,
works at a laundromat on Troy.

- All right,
so far we got nothing saying

this comes back to Ava's meet
with the G-Parks,

which means
this could be random,

which means we're looking
at a straight-up serial.

- I'll go to Med,
get a rush on the rape kit,

wait there to interview her
when she's able.

- No, I'll handle Med.

I want you all working
the street, everybody.

♪

- Kim.

It's me.
It's Hank.

Hey.
- Hey, Sarge.

Everything all right?

- Got a sec?

- Yeah.
Come on in.

- Makayla at school?

- Yeah,
Adam's been taking her in.

- Oh, good.

How you feeling?

- Better.
Yeah, every day better.

- Good.

- Um, let me get you a coffee.
- No thanks, I'm good.

Uh, actually I need your help
with something.

I got this rape victim
over at Med.

- Oh, right, Adam was telling
me something about that.

- Yeah, well,
I want you to talk to her.

- Why me?

- I need all hands on deck.

- Really?
You really need me for this?

- Before you make
any decisions--any decisions,

you gotta give yourself
a chance to feel

like you can do the job again.

If you want to.

You know?
So it's actually a choice.

Just talk to her.

Hmm?

♪

- Thanks.

Hi, Sara.
I'm Officer Burgess.

Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions?

- Leave me alone.

- Officer Burgess!
How you feeling?

- Better.

- Good.
- Thanks, I'm just here

to ask your patient
a couple questions.

- No problem.

Sara, I'll be back.

- How come he knows you?

- I was down the hall
last week.

I was a patient, like you.

- What happened?

- I was shot
in the line of duty.

Sara, can you...

Think of any details about
the man who did this to you?

'Cause anything you remember
could help us.

- He was wearing
a black ski mask.

- Okay.

What about anything else?

- Uh--
- Tall, short, slim, heavy--

- You're asking me
all these questions.

And I'm just trying to forget
the whole thing, okay?

- No, I know.
I know, I just--

anything you remember
can help us.

Can you try?

Why don't you start
at the beginning?

- I left my NA meeting.

I picked up a pop
at the convenience store.

I started walking to the L.

And he came out of nowhere.

He put a gun to my head.

He started dragging me
toward a car.

And, um...

and then he...

I don't know how I got away.

He was gonna kill me.

I could see it in his eyes.

It was like he--

He had all--

All the power.

♪

- Yeah.

I shouldn't have been
walking alone.

- Sara.
God, no.

This is not your fault, okay?

I'm only here
asking these questions

so we can catch the guy
who did this to you.

- You catch the guy
who shot you?

- No.
Not yet.

The SUV.
Yeah, there's a black SUV.

Can you remember anything
about that?

Um, was there anything unusual
about the car?

Maybe a partial plate--
- I don't know.

♪

Do you remember any of that
from when you were shot?

All I remember...

is what he did to me.

And you're making me--
- It's okay, Sara.

- I don't know.
- Okay.

We could--we could talk--
- I want you to go now.

- Well, if you remem--
- Can you please just go?

♪

- Hey.

I heard you were
interviewing Sara.

You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Are you okay?
- What?

- You want to explain to me
why Voight seems to think

that I'm struggling
and not wanting to come back

to Intelligence?

- Oh, no, see,
that's just a misunderstanding.

I'm gonna kill Platt.
I just--I asked her

if the desk job
in Narcotics was still open.

You always said that sounded
like a cushy spot,

so I wanted you
to know you had choices.

- And it's your choice
to push me into a desk job?

- No, no, hold on.
I want you to know

that you don't have
to do this ever again.

Okay.
You're not okay, that's okay.

It's fine.
-

Great.
That's super supportive.

Thank you.
- Whoa, it is, Kim.

- Thank you.
- Kim.

You have options,
and we can work through this.

We can figure it out.

- I don't wanna
not come back to work.

- Then you will
come back to work.

- Yeah, I'm just gonna
slip right back in.

- I don't know what you want--
- Gonna be perfect.

I don't wanna do this
right now!

Your victim, Sara,

I think she's lying, okay?

She seemed scared,
but not in an untethered way,

and before she got upset,
it felt like

she was thinking
about her answers.

It felt rehearsed.
- Okay.

Why do you think she'd lie?
- I don't know.

Maybe she knows her attacker.
- All right.

- The file said she had an ex,
right, so...

he fought her for custody,
had priors.

- That doesn't fit.

I mean,
we have two rape victims.

It doesn't fit
with our first victim, Ava.

She's got no connect to--
- Doesn't mean

that the ex-husband
couldn't possibly--

- We already ran him.

But you know what,
we'll run him again.

Okay, we'll run anybody
she's afraid of.

I'm gonna head back.

- I didn't mean to...
- I know.

I know.
Me neither.

♪

Mr. Ross,
do you have a moment to speak?

I'm Officer Burgess.

- What do you want?
- It's about your ex,

Sara O'Connell.

- What about her?
- She was attacked.

She was in the hospital.

She was raped, beaten, shot.

Any idea who might
have done that, Tyler?

- Whatever she got herself
into, that's her business.

It has nothing to do with me.

- She relapse?
Was it a drug dealer?

Something like that?
- It wasn't no criminal.

Opposite.

Now I'm done here, so get
the hell off my property.

- Hey!

Are you saying her problem
was with a cop?

Tyler, I got no beef with you,
and I won't pull you into this,

but you gotta tell me
right now, was it a cop?

It's her parole officer.

- Hey!
- Yo.

- Sara and Ava had
the same parole officer.

Sara had been switched;
it just--

it hadn't made it through
to the official records yet.

- Wait, parole officer, you
talking about Gary Franklin?

- Yeah, that's his name.
- I mean, we did talk to him.

He seemed like
he didn't know anything.

- He's lying.
He's your guy.

- That's clutch, Burgess.
Come on.

- Let's go.

You're coming, right?

- Um...

no.

Uh, I'm gonna go home.

- Kim, it's your lead.
- Sorry.

- We already know
that Gary Franklin

is Ava Pierce's parole officer.

Now you look at Sara's sheet,
her parole officer is listed

as Julio Garcia,
who retired six months ago.

Gary Franklin
took over her case.

- Huh.
- Burgess said that,

according to Sara's ex-husband,
Franklin was using his power

and his position to the point
of violence and abuse.

- Franklin is also
the registered owner

of a black SUV.

All over Instagram, matches all
the witnesses' descriptions.

He's divorced, lives
in a one flat in Gage Park.

- Okay.
This all makes sense.

Do we have a why?
- We're close.

A week ago,
Franklin got a subpoena

for Sara's phone records.

Why did he want the subpoena?

Probably because he was getting
suspicious, and he was right.

If you look at extension 744,
area 4.

It's a direct line to Detective
Murphy in Violent Crimes.

Turns out Ava, Sara,
and another parolee

named Casey Thomas
wanted to talk.

But they didn't give a name.

They didn't
give any specific details.

They just asked vague questions
about what would happen

if they came forward.

I guess they didn't
like the answer.

They never named Franklin
directly.

- We got an LKA on Casey?

- House in Lawndale.

- All right, Adam,
you and Kev go check

on Casey right now.

Call Tact.
Get eyes on Franklin.

That's good work, guys.
Keep digging.

♪

- Casey Thomas, Chicago PD.
You in there?

- I got blood.

Runner!

Chicago PD, stop moving!

- Go get him!
5021 David, emergency.

We got an offender taking off.

Roll the crime lab
to 352 South Gage.

Notify 308.
Squad advise sergeant.

- Kev,
he's coming out the front!

♪

- No, no!

We got a white male running
southbound down the alley!

Hey!

We in the pallet yard
on Clinton.

He's around here somewhere.

Have patrol set a perimeter.
- Copy that, pallet yard...

- Let's move, let's move,
let's move.

♪

- To 5021 David, we got...
-

- Ah!
- Hands up, hands up, now!

You all right?

- Who the hell is this?

What's your name, man?

Casey's boyfriend,
Dennis Crowley.

- He's got quite
the dance card, Sarge.

Multiple priors for
felony theft, armed robbery,

burglary, you name it, him
and Casey probably stole it.

Tested negative for GSR.

Crowley found her,
we showed up,

he got scared and ran.

- He got about 20 grand worth
of computers

and other merchandise
boxed up back here.

- No weapons, nothing
that points to Franklin.

- Charlie,
tell me you got something.

- I got rage.

Multiple sharp force trauma.

Sarge, she was shot
and stabbed 20 times.

- Tact got eyes
on Franklin yet?

- Tact puts Franklin outside
his house ten minutes ago

holding a Giordano's deep dish

with a big old smile
on his face.

- So that's his attempt
at an alibi?

- What's the move, Sarge?

- Hi, I'm Detective Upton.
This is Officer Burgess.

We understand
Sara's staying here.

- Yeah, I'm Nina, her cousin.

- Mind if we talk to her?

- You can try.

- Hey, Sara, how you doing?

Could you give us a sec?
- Sure.

I'll be in the kitchen.

- Look, Sara,
I know you're scared,

and I know you've been
through a lot.

But we have a problem,
and I think you know

what that problem is.

Can you tell us anything?

- No.
I'm sorry.

- Last time we sp--

spoke,
you asked me if I could, um,

remember anything
about the man who shot me.

- Yeah, well, you're a cop.

You're trained
to remember that stuff.

- Yeah, I am.

He was wearing jeans
and a leather jacket.

And sometimes he's wearing
a jean jacket and a red shirt.

And sometimes
he's driving a white sedan.

And other times, I mean,
it's a blue pickup.

It keeps changing on me.

My memory just...

Keeps playing tricks on me.

It's the fear, I think.

But the one thing
that I do know

is that he's still out there,

and I would do anything
to bring him in.

Sara, you can have that.

You can end this.
You can bring him in.

We just need a name.

- He will kill me.

And my kid.

- We'll protect you.

And your child.

- That's what he said
when I got out.

- Who?
Who said?

- Gary Franklin.

♪

He raped me.

Whenever he felt like it
for months.

You know why
I never said a word?

'Cause he told me...

he'd protect me.

He told me he'd help me
get my kid back.

Keep me out of jail.

So what do you want me to do?
You want me to testify?

- It's a little
more complicated than that.

It would turn into
a he said/she said in court.

- And who's gonna believe
the ex-junkie felon?

Yeah, that's
what the other detective said

would happen if I told.

So if--

if nobody believes me,
then what do I do?

- We want you to wear a wire.

- We want you
to get Gary talking.

You get him to admit
to just one--

one detail, and he's ours.

He spends the rest of his life
in prison.

We'll get tactical units
and undercover officers

within 50 feet of you.

He won't be able to touch you.

We can get him.

Please get him.

- Okay.

I'll do it.

- You want me to show her
how to activate the COH device?

- No, I'll do it.

- Anything?

- No one's come or gone,
and zero signs of Franklin.

- Are you sure this
is the right thing?

- We won't make her do anything
she's not comfortable with.

- Sara, you okay?
Police are here.

- Think she had a change
of heart?

- She did seem
a little nervous.

Sara?
- Excuse me.

- Sara?

♪

All right.

She took her kid,
cleaned out her bank account,

went south on I-65.

- We got her stopping off

at Lafayette to gas up.

- You called her?
- Yeah, dozen times.

Phone's off.

She turned it on
long enough to say

that she's sorry, she's okay.

- I mean,
we can bring in Franklin,

but he ain't gonna talk.
We don't have nothing.

- It's worth a shot.
We can ice him.

- Nah, Kev's right.

He'll lawyer up.
We'll lose 48.

- I'll do it.

I'll get him to talk.

I'll get him.

- You mind?
Grand Central Station in here.

- Yeah, go ahead.

- You, uh--
you want some coffee, or--

Huh.
Be my guest.

- I'm a friend of Sara's.

- Mm, Sara.

Well, I know a few Saras.
- The one that was attacked,

shot.

That Sara.

- I'm not following you.
- She wants 20 grand,

or she goes to the cops.

She just wants to get the hell
out of here.

You never have to hear
from her again.

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

I'm not stupid, Gary.

- What's your name?
- Jessie Tellmen.

Met Sara at Stateville.

You can check it out for
yourself, you got access,

right, and all your records?

- I don't know what kind of
story she's been telling you,

but I like to think of Sara
as a friend.

She's obviously going
through a really bad time.

- Yeah.
- Now where is she?

- Nah.

That's a no-go, Gary.

You meet me at Riverwalk,
you bring the money.

- Look.
I wanna help.

I'd be happy to give her some
money, but I'm really busy

all day out south,
so how's 5:30?

Off 79th, Rainey Park,
on the lake side.

You know it?
- No, but I'll find it.

See you there.

You guys copy me?

- I got eyes and ears on you,
sister.

- Good.

- All right, we got
all the parking lots covered.

You're loud and clear.

Ruz, what about you?

- I'm sittin'
outside the tunnel.

No eye, but I got it covered
if they come this way.

- He's 15 minutes late.

- Just hang tight.

- Kim,
he's coming up behind you.

- Hey, Gary.

What ya lookin' at?

- Eh,
just taking in the sights.

- Is it the money?

- Let's go for a walk.

- No.
Let's sit right here.

- There's no privacy.

-
I don't know what you're

talking about, man.
No one can hear you.

Sit down,
let's do the damn thing.

Sara wanted me
to tell you something.

- Not here.

You want the money, follow me.

- He's armed.

- Don't do it, Kim.
Don't do it.

- They're on the move.
I'm losing eyes.

I'm gonna get closer.

- Where are we going?
- Oh, relax.

You got nothing to worry about.
- Yeah, Gary,

you seem like a real nice guy.

What happened
between you and Sara anyway?

- Nothing happened.

I never laid a finger on her.
That's the truth.

- I don't know, man.
I've seen lots of bruises.

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- I think he's taking her
towards that van.

Plates are
65 George Ida eight Charlie.

- Sixty-five George
Ida eight...

Yeah, that van was stolen
out of Gage Park last night.

- I don't like it, Sarge.
I think we should move in.

- No, Burgess can handle it.
Everybody just keep eyes.

All right, Kim,
it's on your call.

- So where is Sara?

I'd love to talk to her.
- Get it through your head,

man,
she doesn't wanna talk to you.

Just give me the money,
I'll walk away,

you go back to your filthy
apartment and your stupid job.

- You shut up!
- Ugh!

- Shut up, bitch!

- Move!

- She got what she deserved!

You know what?
They all did.

And now--

It's your turn!

- Chicago PD,
you get on the ground now!

- Kim.
Crossing.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

♪

You're safe.

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