All language subtitles for Chicago.PD.S07E13.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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- Good?
- Yeah, I think so.

Mm.
You still coming tonight?

- Yeah, I gotta see
this spare room.

So listen, I think
I'm gonna go for, like,

a real glacial move-in.

- Sure. You know, if some
of your stuff doesn't make it

over to my place, like,
say your collection

of stolen beer steins,
totally fine.

- Oh, I see what's up.

- Totally fine.
- Message received.

See, look at us communicating.

Working things out.
Modern roommate parenting

at its finest.
They said it couldn't be done.

- Is "they" your dad?

- Yes.
- I think it'll be good.

You'll be there when
the baby comes, it's good.

- Yeah, okay.

I'll see you later.
- Okay.

- Good-bye,
little rice grain baby.

- It's the size
of a navel orange now.

- Yeah, well,
I'm not gonna say that.

- Get outta here.
- Have a good day, you two.

- Bye.

[moody music]

♪

- 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi, yes, um...

I was in a car accident.
Everyone's okay,

but the car's
blocking traffic.

♪

- 911, what's your emergency?

911, what's your emergency?
Okay, ma'am.

We're still gonna get
the fire department out

to check on that alarm,
all right?

So just sit tight.

911, what's your emergency?
- [breathing heavily]

- Hello?
911, can you hear me?

- [breathing heavily]

- 911, what's your emergency?
- Help me.

- Okay, ma'am, where are you?

Can you tell me
what's going on?

- Please help.
- Yes, I'm here to help you.

Can you tell me
what's happening?

- [breathing heavily]

- Ma'am, is someone
there with you?

Are you unable to speak?

♪

Okay, it's okay,
I'm gonna track your address

right now and send you
some help, all right?

Don't talk
if you're not able to.

I am here with you,
I'm not going anywhere.

♪

I've got officers
coming your way.

Just hang on, help is coming.

Just hang on,
I'm here with you.

[rustling]

- [gasps loudly]

[dial tone droning]

- Hello?

Hello?

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

♪

[keys tapping]
Come on.

♪

[sighs]

♪

911, what's your emergency?

Okay, ma'am,
what's your location?

[keys tapping]

"19-Paul, no police service."

- Back already?
All your old buddies are gone.

No action to siphon.
- Okay.

I'm actually here to see
two of your officers.

Um, O'Malley and Jeffries.

[knocks]

Jeffries, O'Malley,
this is Officer Burgess.

- Hey.
- With Intelligence?

- Yeah, I'm on light duty
at the moment.

Call-taker at OEMC.

I actually saw that you guys
responded to a 911 call

I answered,
322 South Aberdeen, West Loop.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?

Okay, I was just wondering,
why 19-Paul?

- We talked to the husband
and wife who live there.

Wife said it was
an accidental 911 call.

Nothing to report.
- She said it was accidental?

Okay, um, did you suspect
domestic violence, or--

- No, ma'am, no signs of abuse.

- Did you interview them
separately, or--

- Hey, what is this?
- I'm sorry.

I'm not checking up on you,
I just--

- Isn't that exactly
what you're doing?

Implying we just
blew off our job?

- I apologize,
it's really not my intention.

- Yeah.
Look, I get it.

You're pulling light duty
'cause you're pregnant, right?

Mothering hormones
plus boredom.

I'd start seeing victims
everywhere too.

There was nothing there.

Husband and wife seemed happy,

uh, no signs of anything wrong.

We did our jobs, then we left.

That's it.

- Oh, no. Uh-uh.
Wouldn't do that.

You're light duty.
You can't be doing follow-ups.

- Then I take it
you're coming with me?

- Okay, the condo
the 911 call came from is 3B,

owned by George Weller
and Ann Weller.

Are you coming?

He's got no priors on either,
and no kids.

[knocks]
George Weller? Chicago PD.

[knocks]
George Weller, Chicago PD.

Okay.
[doorknob clicks]

That works too.
[door creaks]

- Blood.

[dramatic music]

- Crossing.

[suspenseful music]

♪

More blood.
Chicago PD!

♪

- I'm all clear here.
- Yeah, me too.

Got signs of sex and violence
in the master.

There's blood, there's urine.

- Well, something
happened here.

2102 Squad.
- Go, 2102.

- Roll a couple units
and the mobile lab

to 322 South Aberdeen.

Hold me down
securing a crime scene.

- Hello?
- 10-4.

- Is everything okay?

That couple fights
all the time.

- Okay, have you seen them
this morning?

- No, I haven't.
I've been inside.

♪

What is up with this elevator?

- Do you hear?
- Yeah.

[faint clanging]

[rustling]

[dramatic music]

Uh-uh.

♪

- So what do we got?
- What we got is no idea.

- I got the call at dispatch.

Woman calling
from inside the condo,

asking for help.

Patrol responded,

interviewed the husband
and wife.

We followed up,

We found the husband
dead downstairs.

- And all this happened between
the hours of your initial

and the follow-up?
- Yeah, patrol saw no signs

of disturbance.
- Door was unlocked

when we got here,
signs of a struggle inside.

Lots of blood trail.
- Oh, yeah.

Someone took a heavy beating
in that master bathroom.

- Husband?

- I don't know.
I think the wife.

The landline was
in the bathroom.

I'm thinking she took
a beating, called me,

then killed the husband,
but it's miles away

from confirmation.
- There's no cameras

in the building,
and no witnesses so far.

- All right, let's start with
trying to locate the wife, huh?

- You got it.

- There are our guys.

- Come on.
Hey.

- Sarge, this makes no sense.
- Okay.

- We were here a few hours ago.

If something had felt wrong,
we wouldn't have left.

- Listen, you can't always
see these things coming.

What I wanna know is, did you
guys go inside the apartment?

- No, we spoke with Mr.
and Mrs. Weller at the door.

- Huh.
- They were happy, laughing.

I mean, there were zero reasons
to go inside.

- Did you see anyone around
when you entered the building?

- Is that--
can I see that file?

- Yeah.

- This isn't--
- What's going on?

- This isn't the woman
we spoke to.

- That's Ann Weller's
current DMV photo.

- The woman we spoke to
was younger.

She was a brunette.

She said her name
was Ann Weller,

that she was his wife.

I mean, we had no reason
to question that.

Should we get
our FOP lawyers here?

- Give me a break.
- If that's your first question

right now, yeah,
I'd probably give them a call.

♪

So what made you do
the initial follow-up?

- I don't know,
just a feeling, I guess.

♪

I heard it in her voice.

- Good.

♪

- So if they didn't talk
to Ann Weller,

who did they talk to?

- Hey.

- Well, you caught a weird one.

George Weller here died
where he lies.

Looks like a fight happened
in the elevator.

Got blood splatter,
signs of a struggle,

self-defense wounds,

multiple lacerations
in the stomach.

Killer rode down with him,
I'm thinking.

- So can anyone access
this garage?

- No, you need a remote.

George didn't have his,

we checked his car
and his crib.

Pockets are empty,
no cell, no wallet.

- We think
the killer robbed him.

- Jay has Ann Weller right now.

He's taking her
to the district.

She's been at work all day.

- Good, keep working the scene.

Pull any forensics you can.

- Sarge?
- Yeah?

- It okay if I work
the case with you?

I'll ride the desk
the whole time.

- Ah, your instincts caught it,
you should work it.

- I don't understand.

My husband,
he was supposed to be at work.

- I know this is hard,

but it's important
that we ask you

these questions right away.

A woman called 911
from your condo.

When patrol showed up,
the woman was with George,

and she claimed to be you.

Was your husband
having an affair?

- My husband...
We've had issues.

He has issues.

If there was a woman
there with him,

it's possible she was hired.

My husband likes prostitutes.

♪

- So if she is a prostitute,
the question is,

why call 911 and then lie
about it when patrol shows up?

- Yeah, I think we have
an answer to that.

George's cell phone wasn't
recovered at the scene,

it's shut off now,
but we gained access

to his iCloud account.

- Patrol confirmed for us
that this is

the actual lady
who they talked to

at the condo.
- Time stamp?

- These photos were taken eight
minutes before the 911 call.

Followed by these.

A second unidentified woman

in the condo, same time frame.

- She can't be more than 16.
She's the one who called 911.

She's gotta be.

♪

Who is she?

- Her photo doesn't match
in any of our systems.

Not CHRIS, not Vice...

- Missing persons?
- No, no one's looking for her.

We do think we know how
George booked the girls.

He messaged
a burner phone yesterday.

About a minute later,
the burner responded

with pictures of girls
to choose from.

- George tapped into that
same burner a minute

after that 911 call
that he had with you.

- So we're thinking pimp.
- More than likely.

- All right,
so let's run with that.

Have CPIC tear that
burner apart.

I want names.

Who are these girls?

And who the hell
is running them?

- Wanna take a ride?

- Tied to a desk.
- Rojas?

- Yeah, let's go.

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Whoever your burner
belongs to,

he's definitely doing
something illegal,

and he's doing it
real damn well.

I worked his burner
top to bottom.

Now, here are the movements
of his cell in the last month.

Cell hardly ever stays on
for more than an hour,

and when it is on,
it pings

a different tower
clear across town.

But...

here are the movements
yesterday.

Phone was right outside
your West Loop condo.

- Which means pimp
drops off girls, waits outside.

- Gets better.
After about 30 minutes,

your burner synced
to your homicide victim's

Wi-Fi hotspot, meaning--
- Pimp goes inside the condo.

- Yup. He was inside
during time of death.

Cell stayed on for about
20 more minutes after,

went west, pinged a couple
of towers near Garfield,

and then stopped to make
one final call.

Call was to another burner,
lasted four minutes,

and then both phones
shut off for good.

- Can you show me
that last location?

Last location of
the pimp's cell phone hit

was pretty deserted.

Zero traffic cams.

We lucked out
with this hidden

security camera.

- This guy's smart.

Checks for traffic cams

before he pulls over.

♪

- Oh, come on,
step into the light.

♪

- There.

[keys tapping]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Whoa.

♪

- Daniel Lopez, 32.
Wanted in six states,

and by the FBI.

In connection to assault,
kidnapping,

aggravated sexual assault,
and the trafficking across

state lines of women and minors
by force, fraud,

coercion, and violence.

.

- Sergeant Marie Stilman,
Hank Voight.

- Hey, I met you years ago.

You caught a body of mine
down by the river.

Young girl.
- Oh, yeah, I remember.

- Uh, this is SA O'Brien,
rest of my team.

- Sir.

- Take it I don't
gotta do intros?

- No, no.
Get in.

- You all have had
the misfortune

of landing in a cell
of what we have named,

and the FBI,
Operation "Cold Country."

It's a midsize
human trafficking network

operating in the Midwest.

The ring recruits
domestic girls.

Homeless teenagers.
Runaways.

- You say recruits.
Romeo tactics?

- Right on the money.

Only, ain't really Romeos.

More like Juliets.

- So they're using their own
girls to recruit new ones?

- And it's sweet,
for about a hot minute.

But before you know it,

the girls are addicted
to heroin,

raped, beaten, held, pimped.

- They move the girls.

Every couple of months,
a new state.

Avoids the police and keeps
the girls in the dark.

They never know where they are.

- But we have ID'd your man
Daniel Lopez.

He's a trusted
mid-level trafficker.

- How long before he starts
moving girls

across state lines?

- Daniel's probably
shaking now, laying low,

but the ring's big enough.

He'll need time to move it.

And they'll have bookings.

They don't want
to leave money behind.

All of which is me saying,
I got no idea.

We provide our files,
all our support,

we run it together.

We get the girls and the pimps
so we can flip them up,

you get the murder.

- We can work with that.

- Great, thank you.
- Thank you.

Dig in.

- Agent O'Brien.

You got any idea
who I spoke to?

- No, but she's probably new.

Probably being broken in
by Daniel

and the other girl there.

Fact that she called you

means she hasn't
been held long.

These guys are damn good
at breaking them.

- Okay, we got more files
from Wisconsin.

- These are some of the girls
that the FBI believes

may be in the ring--
pulled off johns' cells,

booking pages.
We're still trying to ID.

- Anything?
- We can't even figure out

their names yet.
- Yeah, FBI wasn't kidding.

They got johns, they got cells,

they got money flow--
they got nowhere.

Johns didn't know
who they were hiring

or who they were hiring from.
- Whoa.

Mira Davis, 20 years old.
- Hey, check this box here.

- I've got her booking photo
right here.

Guys, this is a recent arrest,
and Vice booked her

like two months ago.

- Yo, three years ago,
the FBI

linked her to a couple
of johns' phones

that booked off
confirmed traffickers,

and Daniel Lopez himself
used a fake name

to bail her out in Ohio.

Yeah, she was definitely
in this ring.

- Well, she's not anymore.

She was arrested
on the Cicero stroll.

There's no way she'd
be working that track

if they still got her.
- Okay, maybe she found

a way out.
- If she found a way out,

maybe she can tell us
what it's like to be in.

♪

- All you cops think
you're so smart!

Oh, you think you're smart?
I got nothing for you.

Hey, honest to God.

Honest to God, please just
throw me in the tank.

I don't want the lady cop.
Please.

Hey, hey, baby.
Tell him I ain't got no pimp.

No dealer.

You ain't getting a pimp
from me,

so toss me in the tank.
I'll bail out.

Fine.

I don't want
the bologna sandwich.

I don't and won't eat animals.

- All right, hey,
get the laces upstairs.

- Easy.

Got a pop or something?
- Yeah.

Sure, we can get you one.
- Nah.

On second thought, it's cool.

I'll just drink the grease.

Up for grabs.

- Mira, three years ago,

you fell off
the face of the map.

Social media stopped,
school records, no address,

no credit cards, no anything--
it's like you disappeared.

- What?

- Only trace of you
are these arrest records.

One in Ohio.

Few weeks later,
Missouri, Wisconsin.

Police never had enough
to charge,

but for three whole years,

this is all we have
left of you.

Where were you?

- I was with a boyfriend.

- Yeah, who?
- I don't remember his name.

- You don't know
the guy's name?

- Nah, I got a lot
of boyfriends.

- Okay, where did he live?
- Why, you want a date?

- Mira, is this boyfriend
the one who gave you the scars?

- No.

I let men tie me up,
choke me, hit me.

Pays more.

♪

- I think you were being held.

And I think you were trafficked
across state lines

by the same ring that's holding
girls in Chicago right now.

Mira, I am trying to find them.

This kid, she dialed 911,
and I wasn't there in time.

So whatever you remember
can help me.

- Help you save them?
- Yeah.

- You can't save them.
They're already gone.

♪

Can't help you.

♪

- Have a seat.

- There's not a doubt
in my mind.

- I could see it.
She was there.

- Then we gotta crack her.
Throw the book at her.

Charge her.
- Yeah, she's going to jail.

Besides soliciting,
she's got an open warrant.

- If we charge her,
she won't talk.

She doesn't need punishment,
she needs help.

- This girl's undergone
complex trauma.

You're not gonna break through
that cement with sweet talk.

- Okay, then I run
at her again,

but this time
with an offer as leverage.

- What are you thinking?

- We give her everything.
We just give her everything.

- You can give her
damn near close to everything,

doesn't mean she'll take it.

Look, you bet on her heart,

your lead might go up in smoke.

- Put it all in writing.

- Okay, good rehab,
sober living for three months,

therapy, and a work program
run by a woman

who got out of the game.

- That a polite way
of saying "ex ho"?

- Mira.
- What's the give?

Give, get--
- You just talk to me.

You tell me
about where you were,

and you tell me about Daniel.

- No thanks.
- Mira...

- Let me save you a little
trouble on the next part,

where you act like
I'm a damn weeping willow,

a pussy you get crying
because of your sob story.

You're gonna tell me
that you're on my side,

how you can help.

Tell me about your deep,
dark little past

that made you wanna
be a lady cop.

Your daddy touch you?

Your little buddy
was murdered.

You were raped
by the boy next door.

Now you wanna save
all the little lost girls

because of it.

You're gonna save me
because you get it.

You get me.

♪

But I know the script,
and I know you're a fake.

I don't need you to save me.
I take care of myself.

♪

- Okay, you're right.
- Great.

- I'm out of my league.

I don't usually
work these cases.

- Then let me out.
- And I don't get it.

I don't have
some deep dark past

that made me want
to become a cop.

I became a cop
because I wanted to.

I'm actually from St. Charles.
- [scoffs]

- Yeah, I was supposed to have
a real different life

than this, Mira--
college, marriage, and babies.

When I told my family
that I wanted to be a cop,

they laughed.

My boyfriend at the time,

he, um, asked me
if I needed attention.

Everyone at the academy
told me I was a bad fit.

And for like two years,

every time I did
something right,

my FTO looked at me
with complete shock.

But I wanted it.

I wanted to be something
different than I was.

Knew I could.

See, I don't think people
need to end up anywhere near

where they started.

♪

- I want out.

- Hmm.

You don't need my help, Mira.

I need yours.
- Out.

- You already fought,
you already got away.

- Let me out!

- You fought to find a way
to live with it.

- I'm not talking
to this bitch!

- The girl who called me
is still fighting right now.

She's in the place
that you were right now.

- I'm not gonna
remember for you.

- She is fighting
to save herself,

and she's running out of time.

I know that you
know that, Mira.

I am a good cop.
I will find her.

- You won't,
and I don't want to remember.

- You have to, for her.
- I don't want to!

- Damn it, Mira,
you look at this picture now!

[dramatic music]

♪

Please help me.

.

- That's him.

Daniel.

- Yeah.

- Keeps you high.
Never alone.

Always someone watching.

Even when we weren't working,
they were watching.

You sleep on the floor,
starving.

♪

They see if you cry,
if you fight, if you sleep.

- Where did they hold you?
- The ring has a house.

Multiple bedrooms,
high ceilings,

place felt urban, run-down.

- They go for someplace buried,
Mira heard traffic.

Highway nearby.
- Easy access.

Less foot traffic.
- Mm.

- But they never
let us outside.

Except to get in the van.

- Passenger vans transported
all the girls.

Always the same van,
black Mercedes.

- Running it right now.

- But we need routes and how
often that van was moved.

- I don't know,
I don't remember.

- Mira, you're doing great.
- Half the time,

the girls worked private calls,
half the time at a brothel.

- Brothel was run out of a bar,
place was seedy,

girls worked the back,
walked right in the front door.

- How long of a drive
from the house?

- Maybe five minutes?

We always took the same way.
- Okay, that helps.

Can you remember it?

- I would look out the window,

see cars passing.

♪

We'd follow a highway.
- Okay.

- But they never got
on the highway.

They took a parallel street.

- There was a park,
on the right,

with a playground.
- Okay.

- Then bars.
- Bars.

- All the signs
were in Spanish.

- That helps too.

♪

- And there was a neon sign.

"Cambio."

♪

I used it like a marker.

See the sign, stop remembering.

♪

- [sighs]

Nothing?

- Starting to feel like
we're chasing ghosts.

- Even if it doesn't exist now,
it did then.

We'll find it.

- Something will pop up.
Let's go this way.

- We're looking
for information

on a black passenger van
that was involved

in a traffic accident
a couple months ago.

- You mean the van
with the girls?

- You saw a black van
with girls?

- Comes every day.

Girls stumble out,

file into that hellhole
off 18th.

- A bar?
- Guess you can call it that.

Don't think anyone's
going there to drink.

- Ma'am, if you can give us
any other information

that might help--
a description of who's driving,

what time it comes...
- I don't know.

It's a black van.
Girls all look glazed.

About it.

♪

- Okay, call 'em out.

- Holding down the back exit.

- Anchor on the north end.

- All right, remember,
we keep eyes,

we ID the van,
but we don't take it.

All the girls might not
be inside.

Everybody settle in.

- Van.

[suspenseful music]

- We got eyes
on a black passenger van,

plates Young David Henry 842.

♪

- Everybody just hold steady.

[camera shutter clicking]

- Sarge, we have confirmation
on eight girls.

Three of them
potential juveniles.

No sign of either Jane Doe.

- Yeah, copy, I see 'em.

All right, Kev, you're up.
Do your thing.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Tracker's up.

- I want license plates
on every man that enters

or exits that bar.

ID every single one of 'em.

- Absolutely, Sarge.

- We got movement.
- We got girls leaving.

Must have been a shift change.
- All right.

Everybody just remember
your positions, stay loose,

stay back, do not get burned.

We'll have patrol
keep eyes on the bar.

We follow that van
back to their house

to the rest of the girls,
then we take 'em.

- Copy.
- We got 'em.

Pulling up on South Union.

- All right, copy.
Pull back, Kev.

Pull way back.
- You got it, falling back.

Still got eyes, passing 19th.

- We're two blocks west,
following pace.

- Copy.
Reaching South Canalport.

We're slowing down.

♪

[keys tapping]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Sarge, they're taking
the girls inside.

- Okay, no one approach.

Atwater and Rojas,
throw down an anchor.

The rest of us will gear up

and we'll take 'em down
tonight.

- We copy.
- Copy that.

♪

- Block's dark.
We're a go.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Back door's secure.
- Copy. Breach.

[machinery whirring]

[clanging]

- Go!

[glass shatters]

[gunshots firing]

- Got one down.
Door on my left. Move up.

- Copy.

- Go.

♪

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Get off of me!

- Stop, stop, stop!
- Leave me alone!

- Gun!

- Got another one down!

♪

- [groaning]

♪

- Ruze, you okay?

- Good.

♪

- [groans]

♪

- Get you the hell
out of here, okay?

All right?
Sit tight.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Only two girls upstairs.
- That's it?

- Yeah.

♪

- Hey.

- All right.
Let's watch your step, now.

- Eighteen women,

including the brunette
from the condo.

Two dead offenders,
but our pimp Daniel isn't here.

- Neither is the girl
who called me.

She's not here.

.

- Girls are all varying degrees
of high, coming down.

- Look, the doctor said
we can question the girls

but warned we might
not get very far.

I say we try.

- And the girl
who was in the condo?

One who pretended
to be the wife?

- Right, that's Natalie,

she won't give intake
or last name.

The girls seemed
really scared of her.

- No physical signs of abuse
like the other girls.

But she has scars
that are years old,

which confirms
what O'Brien said.

She's probably working
with Daniel,

keeps the girls in line.

- Victim turned abuser.
- Let's go talk to her.

- But you're wrong.
Don't matter how you say it.

We didn't do nothing bad.
We're helping those girls.

- All right, you know what?
You might be right.

- The thing is,

the girls are saying
something different.

- If they're talking,
they're lying.

- They're saying Daniel killed
a man a couple days ago.

A john named George Weller.
- [chuckles]

Uh-oh. Hmm.
You believe 'em, huh?

They wrap you round and round
and chew you up.

That's why you have
to keep them in line.

- Sure, of course.

So tell us
what really happened, Natalie.

- No.

♪

- All right, fine.

Charge Daniel,
release the rest of 'em.

- It wasn't his fault.

- Yeah, well,
I don't know that.

♪

Natalie, I can't help Daniel

if you don't tell me
the real story.

♪

- It was Baby's fault.
- Baby?

- Mm-hmm.

- Is this Baby?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah? It is?
Okay, what's her real name?

- Baby.

She needed
to be there, working.

But she goes crazy, calls 911.
So Daniel had to shut her up.

He had to beat her.

To help her.
That's what you have to do.

- All right,
so Baby called 911, cops came.

What happened
after the cops left?

- George saw Baby.

Didn't like the blood.
Didn't get it.

He followed us.

Baby was screaming,
acting crazy.

So George thought
something was wrong.

See?
Daniel didn't have no choice.

It was Baby's fault.

- Where are Baby
and Daniel now?

♪

- He had to take her.
- Take her where?

- To break her.
- Where?

Where, Natalie?

- Hmph.

- Daniel's taken other girls
before to break 'em.

Where did he take 'em, then?

♪

Where did he take you, Natalie?

- I don't know,
he just takes you.

- We just interviewed
every girl at Chicago Med

and half of them didn't know
who we were

or what the hell was going on,

but a couple of them said
something about motels.

- And they said Daniel
would separate them,

take them to a cheap motel
by the highway

if they stepped out of line.

- They did remember traffic,
said it wasn't far at all.

It's not much...
- But it's good.

It's more than we've got.
- Now we do have a grid.

- Yeah.

- So we'll do it
the old-fashioned way.

Boots on the ground.

Rule out these motels
one by one.

I'll see if Trudy
can spare some bodies.

- Here.

♪

- Struck out
at the Shamrock Hotel,

no guest matching
our description.

I'm gonna move west.

- Nothing here, all vacancies.

- Anything?
- Mm-mm.

- Thank you.

- No, I'm sorry.

We just got those two families
filled up tonight.

- If you do see her...

[cell phone buzzing]

Kim Burgess.
- Detective Burgess.

This is Jimmy from dispatch.
- Hey, Jimmy, is it urgent?

- Yeah, I--
it's weird.

I just got a 911 call
from a cell,

it was just breathing
on the line,

but the cell number
popped in our system.

Intelligence has
a trap/trace on it.

- What are you talking about?
What number?

- Cell phone's registered
to a George Weller

a homicide victim?

- Yeah, we didn't recover
a cell phone at the scene.

We thought the killer
might have stolen...

She has it.

Jimmy, can you trace
the location of the call?

- Yeah, it's pinging off
94 and Pulaski.

- Great.
Is there a motel near there?

- Yeah. Cindy Lyn Motel.
- Cool.

- Whoa, hey, detective.
You want me to transfer you?

- You still have the line open?
- Yeah.

- Yes, yes, transfer me.
- Okay, stand by.

- 5021 Eddie, I
need a flash message sent

to Intelligence and citywide.

I have confirmation
that a Jane Doe victim

is in the Cindy Lyn Motel
off 94.

I need all cars
to meet me there in response.

- Copy, 5021 Eddie.

- 911, you're on the line.
- Hello? Hello?

This is Officer Burgess,
I answered your call

two days ago.

I told you to hang on.

I've been looking for you.
- Hello?

- Hi, can you tell me
where you are?

Can you tell me
what's happening?

- A motel.
Room 8.

He said to take a shower.

He thinks I'm taking one.
- Okay, good.

That's really good.
Look, I'm on my way.

Who's there with you?

- Daniel.
- All right.

Stay where you are,
and lock the door if you can.

What's your name?

- Emma.
- Hi, Emma, I'm Kim.

I'm gonna stay on the line.

You don't have to
say anything, okay?

Don't say anything.
I'm almost there.

I just need you to hang on.

.

[brakes screeching]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hey, Emma, I'm right here
with you, all right?

Just hang on.

♪

This is Kim.
Where the hell are you guys?

- Three minutes out.

- I'm two minutes out.

- Emma, I'm still here.
Just hang on.

All right, I'm here.

I can't go in.

- I need you guys to get here.

I can't go in.

- We're en route.
We'll be there ASAP.

[Emma whimpering softly]

♪

[rustling]

- Hey!
What the hell are you doing?

[Emma screaming]

- No!
[screams]

♪

[man grunting]

[water splashing]

♪

[gunshot fires]

[both grunting]

- [screams]
- [grunts]

[yells]

[yells]

- [grunts]

Emma!
[screams]

[gunshots firing]

- [groans]

- [moans]

[groaning]

[panting]

Ah!

[groans]

♪

[grunts]

♪

Come on.

[gasps]
You're okay.

I'm here.

Come on.
Emma, you're okay.

♪

- Chicago PD! Kim?
- Hailey.

Please help her.
Please, please help her.

- Okay.
- Come on.

She needs CPR!
- Okay.

- [gasping]

♪

- 5021 Henry, 10-1, 10-1,
I have an officer

and a civilian down--
- Emma. Her name is Emma.

- Need two ambos
to Cindy Lyn Motel.

Kim, are you okay?
- [groans]

♪

- [retches]

- Okay, okay.

- Kim!
Kim, are you all right?

- Ruze!

- I don't know.
I don't know.

I don't know.
Help me, please, please.

- Come on.
It's all right, come on.

- [sobbing]

- It's all right.

♪

- Okay.
You're okay.

- I can call anyone you'd like
to have come meet you.

Um, family, or friends.

I-I actually don't know
your full name.

- Emma.

I'm Emma Fuller.

- Okay, it's nice to meet you.
I'm Jay.

I'll be outside if you think
of anyone, okay?

- Hey.

Can you call my mom?

[solemn music]

♪

- Anything?
- No.

She's still being treated.

- All right.
Call me.

I'm gonna track down
Emma's family.

♪

- The abdominal trauma
you suffered was severe.

Pregnancy was lost.
There's no heartbeat.

I'm so very sorry.

Kim, did you hear me?

Kim.

- Yes, I heard.

♪

- Thank you, Doc.

[door clicks shut]

♪

- I'll be right here, Kim.

♪

Still right here.

♪

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]