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- Crime stats are much higher
than we would like,

but we are very proud
of the progress we've made

in the past ten months.

Newly hired officers
now reflect the faces

of the districts they patrol.

Community policing is in place,

and the neighborhoods are
responding in a positive way.

Look, we know change
isn't easy,

but we are dedicated
to transparency

and rule of law,
and we will persevere.

Thank you.

- Deputy Miller, Deputy Miller!
Deputy Miller.

Five officers have recently
been suspended or fired

due to police misconduct.
How is that progress?

- [scoffs]
You just said it.

They've been suspended
or fired.

It means
we're paying attention,

and we're holding people
accountable.

They are part of a culture that
will no longer be tolerated.

[chatter]

- As a result
of this misconduct,

several violent offenders have
recently been exonerated.

I'm talking
about murderers, rapists.

What do you say to the victims
and their families?

- I say justice will prevail
in the end...

[dramatic music]

And that we must solve crimes
the right way.

The legal way.

Change isn't always easy
or pretty,

but that doesn't mean
it's not necessary.

♪

- Units in the 13th District,

we're getting calls
of a man shot.

4100 block of South Wallace.

CFD has been notified
and is en route.

- 5021, hold me down responding
to the Wallace call.

I'm three blocks out.
- Copy that.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hey, step back.

Why don't you guys
wait over there?

I'm Sergeant Voight,
and I can help you.

Help's on the way.
All right.

I'm gonna put pressure
on the wound.

- [groaning]

- Can you tell me
what happened?

- Oh, he shot me.
The bastard shot me.

- Okay, who shot you?

- Quick Route driver.
- All right.

- Picked us up,
then started driving.

- Okay.
- He told me to get out.

He's got my wife.
You gotta help her.

He's driving
a black Ford Fusion.

- Where'd you get picked up?

- 31st.
- 31st.

- 31st...
[siren wailing]

- Hey, hey, stay with me.

What's your name?

- Ben.
- Ben, all right.

Hang in there, Ben.
The ambulance is here.

Can you tell me
what the driver looked like?

- Black Ford Fusion.

- Okay.
Let me see.

It'll be okay.

- 5021, emergency.

Suspect in recent shooting

is fleeing westbound
in a black Ford Fusion.

Advise responding units
to exercise extreme caution.

Gunshot victim's wife
is in the vehicle,

appears to have been abducted.

- Copy that.

So the woman abducted
is his wife, Jessica Larson.

I want an ASA onboard now.
This could move fast.

- I'm on it, Sarge.
- We're pulling video.

Hopefully, we'll get enough
for facial rec.

- Got it.
All right.

So where we at on phones?

- Ben's is locked,
the wife's is off,

but we're working
with Quick Route

to help us locate the vehicle.

- I got a list
of all the pickups

in the last 30 minutes
in the immediate area.

- Just focus
on a black Ford Fusion,

about 7:15 on
or about 31st and Dearborn.

- Fusion, copy that.
Running that account.

- All right,
run that plate by me.

- Paul Victor
Boy 27 David William.

- Stand by.
Stand by.

We're looking
for a Jonathan Eakin.

DOB 14 January 1989.

- All right, yeah, I got him.
I got him.

Jonathan Eakin.
One prior for drug possession.

- Yeah.
- Let's find this guy.

- Any updates?

- Quick Route's tech's still
saying he's on this block.

There he is.

- Sarge, we got a positive
on the vehicle.

He's heading south on Dempsey.
Ruz, you copy?

- Copy that.
We're coming around.

- Copy.
On my way.

[dramatic music]

♪

[tires screeching]

- Chicago PD!
Let me see your hands.

Nice and slow.

Reach for the door
and step out of the car.

Step out of the vehicle.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

- Step back.
On your knees, on your knees!

- What did I do?

- Car's clear!

- Trunk's empty!

- We wanna know
about your pickup, 7:15.

- Jessica Larson.
Where is she?

- Larson?
Who?

Wait, wait.Larson?

She was a no-show.
I one-starred her ass.

Check my phone.
- Let me see.

- It's right there, see?
"Customers not at pickup."

I've never seen her before
in my life, I swear to God.

- Bring him in.
- I didn't do anything.

- Then you got nothing
to worry about.

Keep digging.
She's still out there.

- Morning.

- Sarge, the Quick Route
driver's story checked out.

He was 20 blocks away
when the abduction happened,

so we kicked him.
Any word on the gunshot victim?

- Except him to make
a full recovery.

Med's gonna notify us
as soon as he's stable.

- POD video from 31st
and Dearborn just came in.

That's where Ben and his wife
were picked up.

All right, 7:12,

Larsons exit the restaurant.

Now they're waiting
for their Quick Route.

Hold on.

They're expecting
a black Fusion.

That is a black Honda.
They look almost identical--

- Freeze it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Run the plate.
- All right.

Illinois plates.
John X-ray 72 Paul nine.

- It's registered
to a Luna Witt.

She's 55,
reported it stolen yesterday.

Here we go.
LEADS posted

that Patrol recovered
the vehicle

in Haywood Park.

- Come on.
Jay, Hailey, you're with me.

- Hey, car was empty.

Surprise, surprise,
the fire was intentional.

They doused the inside
with lighter fluid.

- Right, thanks, Bos.

All right, notify the others.
[cell phone buzzes]

We're gonna conduct
a grid search.

PODs, cameras, do the drill.
- Upton.

Sarge, it's CPIC.
Hold on a sec.

I'm gonna put you on speaker.
Go ahead.

- The provider
just sent over the dump

on Jess Larson's phone.
You guys should be looking

at the 2500 block
of West Howard.

- That's close.
Let's go.

- All right.
We're headed there now, thanks.

[dramatic music]

♪

- This is the only building
in the 2500 block.

- We got a way in.
- Let's go.

♪

- Sarge.

Jay, we got her.
It's a recovery, not a rescue.

[somber music]

♪

- Excellent.

Sarge.
- Anything?

- So far, nothing actionable
from the body.

The rape kit's being rushed.

There's no fingerprints
on the scene.

They think he used a condom.

Cause of death
is strangulation.

- But she fought back.

There's plenty
of defensive wounds.

Her fingernails
are ripped off, broken.

They're conducting
the scrapings now.

Hopefully, we'll get DNA.

- Okay, so what do we know
about this place?

- All right, well, the company
that owns the building

says it's used
for heavy equipment storage,

and it's empty
most of the time.

We got tire tracks
that are consistent

with the size
of our burnt down Honda.

Found pretty good blind spot,

parked away
from all the damn cameras.

- It worked.
I got into the security area.

I got nothing on surveillance
inside or out.

- So this prick
knows this place.

- Yeah, he most certainly does.

He worked there for six months
in 2015.

- What are you talking about?

- I pulled CTA footage from
where the Honda was stolen.

There's no footage
of the steal,

but I noticed a guy walking out
of a minimart a block away.

That right there is Caleb Hoff.

- He looks familiar.
- He should.

He just sued the city
for 25 mil.

- Yeah, I know this guy.
Wrongful arrest.

- He was serving 20 to life
for rape and murder.

The Conviction Integrity Unit
looked into his case.

Next thing you know,
the arresting detective

gets charged
with unlawful use of force,

and Hoff walked free
three weeks ago

with an apology from the mayor.
- Okay.

We're gonna do this one right.
By the book.

Who knows?
Maybe Hoff has bad luck,

lives in the area,
was just buying milk.

- Come on, Sarge.
You really believe that?

- No, but it doesn't change
the game plan.

- That's him.
- And you're sure?

- It was dark out,

but I'll never forget
those eyes,

how he stared,

how he was gawking at Jess
in the rearview mirror.

I knew the guy was trouble.

So I told him to stop the car.

He pulled over.

He told me to get out.

Only me.

I told him to go to hell.

I grabbed Jess's hand
to get out of the car.

That's when he shot me.

You caught him?
He's under arrest?

- Sorry.Not yet.

- Do you know his name?

- It's Caleb Hoff.
- Does he have a record?

- He's done something like this
before, yeah.

- Why isn't he in prison?

What the hell was he doing
on the street?

- Ben, I'm sorry.I am.

It's just the law.It's...

It's the law.

There's nothing
we could do about it.

- To hell with the law!

My wife is dead, Sergeant,

because you let a monster
go free.

[dramatic music]

♪

How could you?

.

- Looks like Caleb Hoff's
in the wind.

He was released
from Stateville five weeks ago,

all charges dropped,
no stipulations to his release.

- So you're telling me he
didn't have to give an address

or report to a PO?

- Correct.
No last known address.

- All right, he got any family
here in Chicago?

- I mean, there's
a couple distant cousins,

and I'm trying
to track them down, but...

- All right,
what about Hoff's attorney?

- Yeah, I reached out to him.

For a defense attorney
hell-bent

on taking apart
the police force,

he was all right.
He leveled with me.

Said he hadn't talked to him
in two weeks,

and that that made him nervous.

- Repeat offending tends
to hurt the money train.

- All right, we get anything
from that minimart?

- Yeah, presented the owner
with a photo array,

and he said he noticed Hoff
right off the bat,

said he was high as hell,

and he bought cigarettes
and a box of condoms.

- Morning.
I don't wanna interrupt.

Hank, you got a sec?
- Yep.

- So it's true?

Caleb Hoff's
a person of interest

in Jess Larson's murder?

- Our victim's husband
gave a positive ID.

We're trying
to locate Hoff now.

- All right, I should put out
a statement.

I need to warn the public
about using ride share apps,

and I should mention
Hoff by name.

- I don't think
we're there yet.

- Why not?

- We got no DNA
or physical evidence.

- You said the victim's husband
ID'd Hoff.

- Yeah, well,
turns out he also had

four scotch and sodas
prior to the incident.

Plus, it was dark outside,

and he only saw his eyes
in the rearview mirror.

I ran it all past the ASA.

He said the ID's
pretty much meaningless.

- All right, all right.

We need more evidence,
we need to make sure

the case is airtight, or this
prick is gonna sue is again.

- Can you believe this?

We're tiptoeing around
a serial rapist and killer,

trying to make sure
we don't offend him.

- You should talk to the
detective who arrested Hoff.

See what she knows.
- The one who got suspended?

- She's a hell of a cop, Hank.

Smart, tough.

She just lost her mind
for a minute.

That's all.
- Hmm.

- And if you do
talk to her directly,

just keep it on the down low,
off the report.

I don't wanna give his lawyers
any more ammunition.

- Copy.

- You're here to talk
about Hoff, correct?

- Well, from what I understand,
you know a lot about him.

You spent a lot of time
on the investigation.

- 18 months, day and night.

So I'm guessing
he already slipped up,

raped and killed someone.

- He's a person of interest
in a current investigation.

- You don't have any leads.

- Not at the moment.

- We were hoping
you could help us out,

shed some light on
his personality, his habits.

- I'll grab my files.

[dramatic music]

♪

Mom died when he was five.

His violent, abusive father
skipped town when he was seven.

Hoff entered
the foster care system.

He did not play well
with others.

- Hoff is violent and abusive,
just like dad.

At 15, he was busted
on two charges,

agg assault and carjacking.

- The driver
was a 16-year-old girl.

Fast forward a few years,

Hoff got picked up for the rape
of a college student

named Nina Capel.

- Hoff offered her a ride,
attacked her in his car.

Nina managed to get away,

but Nina got scared, refused
a rape kit, refused to testify.

- Hoff used a condom.
There was no physical evidence.

So the jury acquitted him.
He started to feel untouchable.

Wanted more,
rape wasn't a good enough high,

so he started killing.

First murder was Denise Bush.

- Hoff allegedly stole
a yellow cab

and started trolling
O'Hare arrivals,

and Denise, just back

from visiting her mom
in Minneapolis,

sadly hailed his cab.

♪

- Next up was Meredith Cheney.

- Meredith got into
a yellow cab late one night

outside of McCormick Place.

Witness described Hoff
as the driver.

Meredith was never seen again.

- No body, no crime.

- Victoria was walking out
of a club on Clark Street

at 2:00 in the morning.
Hoff jumped her.

Witness saw the struggle, but
he was too far away to help.

- But this case,
this Victoria Lee,

that's the one
you nailed him on, right?

- Yeah, we got a lead

on a flop house
he was staying at in Lawndale.

- Martinez suspected
he was bunking here

but had no real proof.

Nothing to get a warrant on.

- So I talked to the roommate,
some dirtbag named Paul Nelson.

I asked him for consent
to search the room.

He told me to suck it.

I politely declined the offer,

then I asked one more time
for consent,

and he spit at me.

So I did what I did.

I beat his ass
with a nightstick,

then told him to sign
the consent form

and unlock Hoff's room.
He agreed.

Went in,
found blood on the shirt.

It was a match
for Victoria's DNA.

Case closed.

- Until the Convictions
Integrity Unit

got a hold of the case files.

- Yeah.
Until then.

Look, Hoff rapes and kills
in quick succession,

so I'm just guessing
he's getting started here.

I were you, I would keep
my eyes and ears open

for any missing persons,
female, affluent,

20s and 30s, North side,
east of Clybourne.

That's where he likes to hunt.

- Appreciate your help, Lisa.

- Any time.

- Stay strong.

Justice and the law don't
always work in perfect harmony.

- Yeah, I've noticed.

I had lunch with Victoria Lee's
father last week.

Poor guy hasn't slept
since Hoff was released.

Sits up at night,

thinking of ways of killing
the son of a bitch.

For real.

I can't even imagine it,
losing your daughter like that,

and having the monster
who did it walk free.

- All right, where are we at?

- Nothing's popping
on missing persons

or reported car thefts.

We got Jay and Hailey
canvassing the area

where the Honda was dumped.
- Huh.

- Hank, I think I got one.

One of my guys on the watch

rolled on
a missing persons call.

- Right.

- Young woman said
her roommate, Renee Ferguson,

got into a ride share
about two hours ago

and never made it
back to the dorms.

Not answering her phone either.
So we ran the phone.

She called 911
about two hours ago.

Listen to this.

- 911, what's your emergency?

- Uh, sir,

this isn't the way.

- Relax, I'm using Waze.
It's a shortcut.

- Dude, this is
the complete wrong direction.

Pull over.

- I'll look into
recently reported stolens.

- [sighs]
Oh, thank you.

I--oh, my God.
No.

Help me.
Help me, please.

Please, do you hear me?
Help me!

Help!
Help!

[crying]
Help!

- The phone cut out before
OEMC could start a trace.

15 seconds later,
the signal was lost.

CPIC's trying to triangulate.
- Tell me you got something.

- [sighs]
13th District,

sitting on a stolen
black Nissan Altima

1/2 block
from Hoff's last dump.

The only problem is,
it's on fire.

- All right, let's go.

- I got a necklace here.

Yeah, it's definitely hers.

- Yo, Sarge, I got footprints
going eastbound.

They good be Hoff's.
He can't be too far.

- Grab Kim.
Chase it.

- Burgess!
Me and you.

Chicago PD!
- Yo, what's going on?

- We're looking for someone.

You see anybody
cut through here?

- Yeah, I saw some jagoff

running by
about 20 minutes ago.

Didn't think too much about it.

Then I saw the smoke
and heard the sirens.

- What'd the jagoff look like?

- I don't know.
A white guy, I guess.

He flagged down a red pickup,
got inside, and took off.

- Sarge, that's a negativeon Hoff,

but we've got a lead
on a red pickup.

- Copy.
Check PODs and cameras.

Keep at it.

- So maybe he pulls up,

grabs Renee from the car,

takes her into
one of those buildings.

- Yeah, he does his thing,
he comes out,

lights the car on fire,
and then he runs.

- All right, round up
some patrol.

We'll start looking.
- Copy that.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Sergeant!

Found something.

.

[dramatic music]

- Hoff?

- No definitive evidence,
but it's the same MO.

Offender poses as a Quick Route
driver outside a restaurant.

Body worked over
just like the other woman,

naked, tortured, obvious...

horrific signs
of sexual assault.

- Cause of death?

- Blunt force trauma,
head and face.

- Yeah.

So Hoff is on the loose,
doing what he does,

but this time with reckless,
violent abandon.

- Well, it sure seems that way.

- We gotta go public.
- [scoffs]

- We gotta let everyone know
that we believe

Hoff is on a killing spree.

- That's your call.

- We don't have a choice, Hank.
- Sure we do.

You can play this
close to the vest.

We don't have to ID Hoff
by name.

Look, let me
tell you something.

You tell people
what's really going on,

they're gonna come gunning
for you.

They're gonna blame you
for letting him out,

for investigating
the original arrest.

♪

- I can live with that.

I stand by
my original decision.

- Well, it's not me
you gotta convince.

- I'm not trying to,

'cause I'm pretty sure I know
where'd you come out.

- The second
you mention his name,

that guy is gonna take off.

It's gonna make it
a lot harder to find him.

- Just do your job.

You stay one step ahead
of this animal

and bring him in

before he kills again.

Time is of the essence.

- Second victim,
Renee Ferguson,

had skin cells
under her fingernails.

DNA matches to Caleb Hoff.

- All right, thanks.
[phone clacks]

We might be getting closer
to him.

Techs said they found
a receipt in the Nissan

from a Mexican restaurant.

Timestamped at 10:31 a.m.,

which is two hours before
Renee Ferguson's abduction.

- So this guy slams back
a breakfast burrito

and goes on the hunt
for young women.

- Cold-blooded, man.

- All right,
so let's pull video

from that restaurant right now.

Every hour that passes,

another life is in danger.

- Is that him?

- It's not a good shot
of his buddy there.

Facial rec will have
a hard time getting a read.

- I can't believe
we let a monster like Hoff

just walk out of prison.

- Oh, come on, Hailey.
Didn't have a choice.

- Sure we did.

We just picked the one that

made all the powerful people
in this city

feel warm and fuzzy.

- You don't really
believe that, do you?

- I do.

- So are you saying
you condone police misconduct?

- Of course not.

I'm saying, if it happens,

if somebody acts
inappropriately,

it doesn't mean we need

to light the whole damn villageon fire.

- I'm not really sure I know

what it is
you're trying to say here.

- What I'm trying to say

is those two women
would still be alive

if the prosecutor who looked
into Hoff's initial arrest

had just looked the other way.

- And here we are.

[knocks]

- Sorry to bother you.
I called a few times.

Never heard back, so...
- Sorry.

I don't check my phone too much
these days.

- Listen, I got a few more
questions about Hoff.

I just was hoping
I could pick your brain.

- Sure, come on in.
- Thanks.

- World's upside down, Hank.

Where you guys at?

- We found his DNA
under the fingernails

of one of the victims,

so we now have proof it's him.

- Let me guess:

Renee's, right?

She looks like a fighter.

We weren't so lucky.

Hoff kept covering his tracks
at every turn,

which is why I ultimately
did what I did.

I was afraid
we'd never catch him,

that he'd keep on killing.

If I had just waited,
stayed patient,

played by the rules,
he'd still be in jail,

and those two girls
would still be alive.

- Listen, listen to me.

You did what you had to do
in that moment

to make this city safer,

make sure he didn't kill
more innocent women.

You got nothing
to apologize for.

- [sighs]

- Look, we found
a photo of Hoff

with an unknown male, white.

I thought you might know
who he is.

- Kenny Rose, meth dealer.
- Huh.

- He and Hoff grew up
in the same foster home.

- Well, Kenny has
an impressive sheet.

Meth, coke, heroin,
and two armed robbery charges,

you know, for good measure.

And he drives
a 2014 red Ford pickup.

It matches
what our witness told us.

- All right, so Hoff ditches
the stolen Nissan, torches it,

his buddy Rose pulls up
in the pickup,

helps Hoff get away.

- It means Rose knew
what Hoff was doing.

- And he's helping him
get away with it.

All right,
I'll loop in the team.

Let Voight know.
- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

- We got a red truck
coming this way.

- Mm-hmm.

Yep.
The plate's a match.

One driver.
That's probably Rose.

No sign of Hoff.

- All right, let him park.

We'll take him before
he goes inside the house.

- Copy that.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Chicago PD!

Don't run!

- Rose is running out the back.
We're clearing the house.

- Copy that.

- Chicago PD!

- Don't move, you hear me?

Put your hands
behind your back.

- We got him.

- Don't fight.
What do you got on you, huh?

Huh?

What's that?
That's crystal meth, Kenny.

Your day just got
a lot worse.

Get up.

- Where's Caleb Hoff?

- Who?

- Your friend who likes
to rape and kill women.

- I don't got any friends
like that.

You guys must have
the wrong house.

- We can do this the easy way,
or we can do it the other way.

Kenny, it's up to you.

- I choose option two,
the other way.

- You sure about that?
- I'm positive.

♪

- Bring him inside.

♪

- Take him.

♪

.

- All right, Sarge,
the house is clear,

and I found this jacket.

Hoff was wearing it
during the first murder,

and this is what he was wearing

outside the mini-market
in that video.

So he was definitely
hanging out around here.

- We also found more meth.
Two ounces or so.

- It's enough to arrest him,

but it might not be enough to
leverage him into cooperating.

- Yeah, well,
let me worry about that.

- What does that mean?

- It doesn't matter
what it means, Jay.

- I know you're upset.
- Upset?

That's funny, I'm not sure
I know what that means.

- Sarge, we all want
to nail this guy.

- Why don't you guys
head back to the district,

see if you can locate
Hoff's whereabouts?

Adam and I,

we're gonna talk to Rose
one more time,

see if we can convince him
to cooperate.

- Sarge.
- This is not a negotiation.

So go!

- Come on, you guys.

Hoff's still out there.
We got work to do.

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

- Let's do it.

- [sighs]

- Okay, that's a felony
right there.

- Certainly enough to violate
your parole.

- Do what you gotta do.

- We can pretend
we never found this meth,

came over,
asked you a few questions.

You helped us out.

- I don't know nothing
about Hoff.

- He raped and murdered two
women in the last 48 hours...

Violated them in ways

I won't even describe.

- I want a lawyer.

- You want a lawyer, huh?

Kenny...

You don't cooperate...

You're gonna need a priest.

- What the hell are you--
- Where's Caleb Hoff?

- Tell us where he is, Kenny.
- Where is he?

- Tell us where he is.
It's gonna be a lot easier.

Trust me.
- Where is he?

- I said I want a lawyer.

- [heavy breathing]

Pinch him
on the meth possession.

[car door clicks shut]
[car engines starting]

[grunting]

- Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

Hey, you can't mess up
the guy's car like that.

Are you crazy or something?

I'm about to call the cops!

- There's no need.

Cops are already on the scene.

- What--what does that
even mean?

- It means it's time for you
to walk away now.

You understand me?

Now!

- Guys, I got
CTA security footage

of Hoff getting on the L
two blocks from Rose's house.

- What time?

- 4:22 p.m. today.

- There's only two trains
that make that stop.

- Pink and purple.

- If he got on the L,
he had to get off.

We should check surveillance
at all stops,

scanning in both directions.

[quiet foreboding music]

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[cell phone buzzing]

- Voight.

- Sarge, Hoff exited the L

at Kostner Street Station
today at 5:02 p.m.

- Kostner.

Do we know any reason
he'd be there?

Any family, any known
associates in the area?

- Not sure.
I reached out to Martinez.

She drew a blank.

- Wait a minute.
Hold on a second.

Hold on.

All right, I want you to run
a name for me.

Victor.
Victor Silvano.

Run the name Victor Silvano.

- Okay, I'm on it.

[keys clacking]
Victor Silvano...

Died nine months ago,
no wife and kids,

LKA is somewhere
on the South side.

He worked as
an assistant foreman

for 23 years
at Galloway Metals.

- Hold on.
That's three blocks

north of Kostner.

It went out of business
two years ago.

- A good place to hide.

- Gear up.

I'm ten minutes out.

.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Jay, it's me.
I'm here on site.

I'm dropping anchor.

I'll wait for your arrival.

- On our way, Sarge.

- Okay.
Copy that.

[uneasy music]

♪

[rattling]

Lisa, what the hell
are you doing here?

- Go home.
Let me take it from here.

[gunshots]

- 5021, shots fired
at the police.

On site, Galloway Metals,
2133 Rexford Road.

- Copy that.
- Lisa.

- Backup en route.

♪

- Jay, be advised.
I'm heading inside the factory.

- Copy that.
We're almost there.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[gunshots]

[gunshots]
Come out, Hoff!

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

- Agh!

[gun clicks]
Damn it!

[gunshots]

- Okay.
- You're empty, Caleb.

- Okay!
Don't shoot.

- Put the gun down.

Now!

Give me a reason.

[scoffs]

- [moaning]

[heavy breathing]

- Hey.
Go ahead.

Do it.
Come on.

Come on, tough guy.
Reach for the gun.

Do it.

Do it!

- Get away from him.

- Martinez.

- Let me do this, Hank.

Let me make this right.

- Hey, Lisa, look at me.

- I've been dreaming about this
for a while.

Watching you crawl,
beg for your worthless life.

- Look at me.
It's not worth it.

- Making you feel the pain
you inflicted

on those innocent women.
- Look at me.

- Watching you bleed out,
gasp--

[gunshot]

- Sarge, we're here!
Are you hit?

- I'm good!
I got Hoff right here!

Go home.
Get the hell out of here now.

It's not worth it.
Go.

Go!

Caleb Hoff, hey.

- [screams][moans]

- You're under arrest

for the murders of Jess Larson

and Renee Ferguson.

- [grunting]

- Everything all right?

- I think Caleb here

hurt himself jumping
off that walkway, though.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Is there anything I need
to know or not know?

- We're good.

Guess the guy thought
he could fly or something.

Yeah, we chased a hunch
he was hiding off of Kostner.

He had an uncle that used
to work at Galloway Metals.

I checked it out,
and he was there.

- Great work.
- Thank you.

- According to the report,
he had a fractured right tibia.

- Yeah, he tried to escape,

jumped off the second floor,

so I guess that makes sense.

- I'm just pleasantly surprised
that his face is clean.

No bruises, no cuts.

- Like I said,

jumped off the second floor,
fell awkwardly.

Handcuffed him,
got him medical attention,

brought him back
to the district.

- I was trying to pay you
a compliment, Sergeant.

A guy like this,

I'm guessing it's easy
to find a reason

to subdue him.

- I just wanted
to make the arrest,

get this guy back in a cage
where he belongs.

No point giving his lawyer
another loophole.

- I agree.
The problem is

that they've already found one,

or they're claiming
to have found one.

- What are you talking about?

- Hoff claims
that Detective Martinez

was at the scene of the arrest.

Is there any truth to that?

- I arrived on scene,
solo, around 7:21.

Waited for backup.

We located Hoff inside
the abandoned factory,

jumped off the second fl--

- Right, and he fell awkwardly.

You placed him under arrest,
got him medical attention,

and brought him down
to the district.

Was Martinez there?

Just tell me the truth, Hank.

- The truth is not your friend
right now, Sam.

So if I were you,

I'd stop asking questions.

I mean, what matters,
what really matters...

Is a violent, evil man

is now in custody,

and the evidence against him
is overwhelming.

So, I mean, please,

just take yes for an answer
and move on.

- I appreciate you stopping by,

but you don't have to worry
about me.

I'm not gonna do
anything crazy.

- Hmm.
- Not tonight, at least.

- Day by day,
that's all we can do.

- I dedicated my whole
damn life to this city,

to being a cop,

woke up every day
trying to do good,

trying to make Chicago

a better place to live,

a safer place to live.

I did a lot of good things.

I made a difference.

Took hundreds of really violent
men, rapists and killers,

off the street.

I didn't ask
for medals or trophies.

I just did my job,
put in my hours,

'cause I enjoyed it.

'Cause it made me feel good.

That's all over.

They took that away from me.

Now I'm just a punchline,

a cowboy cop
who lost her damn mind.

The thing that really hurts is,

the politicians and the press
picked Hoff over me.

They turned him into a monster
and made him a saint.

- [sighs]

They just don't think
the way we do, you know?

They're always worried
about the way things look,

what people might say.

For us,

for real cops, it's simple.

I mean, you did the only thing
you could do

in that moment
to make things better.

Safer.

[sighs]

I think this belongs to you.

- We think alike.

- I think we do.

Thanks for the drink.

.

[dramatic music]

♪