All language subtitles for Chicago.PD.S08E13.1080p.WEB.H264-STRONTiUM_Track03

- I love this theater.

Yeah, great bones, right?

[classical music plays]
Mm-hmm, totally.

I have.

Actually, I was here
opening night.

- Shh.

[whispering]
The show is starting.

- [whispers]
I'm sorry.

- Lights.
- Okay, yeah.

I keep forgetting.

[music continues]

♪

Okay.

I have got a yummy lunch
for you today.

You're gonna be--
[clicks tongue]

Hey, let's practice, okay?

Go.
- My name is Makayla.

- Hi, Makayla. I'm Kimberly.

- You wanna play on the swings
with me?

- I do. You seem very nice.

Okay?

See you tonight.

- Caller reports lawn mower
missing from garage.

Units in the 13th,
calls of a woman down.

221 South Mohawk.

Caller states GSWs
to the head,

possible fall from roof.

[dramatic music]

- 5021 Eddie, plainclothes
officer responding on Mohawk,

- Copy 5021 Eddie.

♪

- Hey.

What do we got?

- Two shots to the head,

execution style.

Somebody took her up
and pop, pop, she fell.

[dramatic music]

♪

- I don't think that's right.

You see that dent?

Look where her body is
compared to where she landed.

And her fingers, look at that.

They're dug in.

I think she survived the fall

and then she was
trying to move.

She was trying to drag herself.

That's when someone
came and popped her.

- We're gonna go ahead and
turn her over if that's okay.

- Yeah, go ahead.

♪

- Ready?

Christ, she's pregnant.

♪

This your homicide?

- Yeah, it's my homicide.

♪

- Gracias.

- We got her fanny pack off.

- Let's take a look.

Sofia Perez.

- What are those?
- They're trouble dolls.

From Guatemala, I think.

Put 'em under your pillow
when you go to sleep

and when you wake up
in the morning,

they've taken away
all your troubles.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Okay, so the DOA
is Sofia Perez.

17, a Guatemalan national.

I'm thinking she was running
from something or someone.

Came down here
to this construction site,

but it's a dead-end.
- Huh.

- I just talked
to that resident.

She heard banging on the door
but she hid.

Thought it was a robber,

so we have Sofia, dead-end,

can't get in the door.

I think she took
the only other option.

- She went up.
- Yeah, she went up

the fire escape to the roof.

Whether she was pushed or fell,

she landed here and
then whoever was chasing her

found her, put two in her head.
Close range.

- Shell casings?
- No.

So either the shooter
policed them himself

or we're looking at
a wheel gun.

- Sarge, security camera
on this building right here

has a pretty good angle.

[tense music]

♪

She's alive.

- All right, let's just
skip to what we need to see.

- All right.

40 seconds later.

- Wait, wait. Freeze it.

All right, zoom in.
- Mm-hmm.

- Anybody recognize that logo?

- Murder weapon's a revolver,
make unknown.

The slugs came back
from the autopsy, .38s.

- Sarge, the street
where Sofia died

is right in the middle
of the claimed turf

of two rival gangs,
Los Milagros and Los Payasos.

- There's been some real beef.

Six murders in three months.

Homicide says
two of those murders

were female drug couriers.

Guatemalan nationals
like our victim, Sofia Perez.

- All right, so good chance
Sofia was a drug mule.

All right, this man
in the video,

let's see if any other cameras
picked him up.

And our victim, I want to
figure out how she got here.

Check ports of entry.

See if she's got
family here in Chicago.

Let's go.

- Play it.
[phone buzzes]

[buzzing]

[sighs]

- Another signature here.
- Okay.

- Everything's moving along
really well.

Your petition to adopt
has been accepted by the court.

I think I told you, we were
able to keep her social--

- Yeah, last time.
- When we can do that,

we leapfrog some steps,

so we were able to issue
a new birth certificate.

The judge still
has to certify it

but here is the provisional.

Next steps, I need you
to select your custodian.

Your backup, so to speak.

- Oh, no.

I'm not going anywhere
anytime soon.

- This is the law, Kim.
Not optional.

You understand,
this is the person

that would take care of Makayla
if something happened to you.

If you died.

Right.

All right, okay.

I'm gonna need a few days
to think about it.

Hey.
- Hey, that drug mule theory's

looking pretty good.
- OCD transpo ran our victim

through inbound flights.

She arrived at O'Hare
three weeks ago,

direct from Guatemala city.

One-way ticket
paid for in cash.

Now, the video footage
shows this guy

finding Sofia at baggage claim.

He walks her out,

he even takes her suitcase
for her.

- Surely just being
a gentleman.

- Right, so the gentleman
takes her to this car.

Plates come back to
an Alex Alonzo, 22 years old.

He's got a different build
from the guy in this video,

but he's documented
Los Milagros for a fact.

- Scoop him up.

Quietly.

Los Milagros.

We know your people bring in
fentanyl through O'Hare.

We've caught you
five or six times.

Probably didn't catch you
the other 30.

- Sir, I don't know--
- Alex, we know.

Kay? You use girls,

young women,

as couriers.

Mules.

See, this time,

this time was different.

This time one of them
got murdered.

- No, I'm nobody.
- Uh-huh.

- I'm a driver, a runner.

- No, no, no,
I'll tell you who you are.

You are her first contact
here in America.

You hearing
what I'm telling you?

You brought the lamb
to the slaughter.

That makes you just as guilty

as the man
who pulled the trigger.

- No, I swear,
they tell me nothing.

I get texted

arrangements from some burner.
- Uh-huh.

- Pick up this person,
bring 'em here.

And my cousin, he gives me
a little cash for it--

- Sofia Perez.

Where did you bring her
after you

picked her up from the airport?

[tense music]

♪

- There's got to be
some answers in there.

When I give a positive,
you guys move.

- Go get 'em.
We got you, Ruz.

We are seven blocks away

from where Sofia Perez
was murdered.

♪

- Hello?

♪

Meter man.

♪

Hello.

Meter man.

♪

I don't think
there's anybody here.

Why don't you come in
that back door.

What the hell?

- [whistles quietly]

Okay.
- I don't know what this is

but it's definitely not
what we were expecting.

- Hell no.

- Let's move towards the back.

Got an open door.

- Clear?
- Yeah.

Clear.

- This food is fresh.

- I got women's clothing,
underwear over here.

- Yo, we got cuffs.

Another room.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Christ.

- Babies were born here.

Recently.

♪

.

- Bars on each and
every one of the windows.

Handcuffs on each
and every one of the beds.

- These women lived there,
Sarge,

or were kept there.

- This was never
about narcotics.

I mean, Sofia Perez,
she was running from this.

Some sort of...baby farm.

- Then after they killed her,
they abandoned the place.

- Yeah, 'cause they knew
there'd be heat.

So, who the hell are they?
Where did they go?

And where are the other women?
- Sarge,

forensics ran the dried blood
that we found on a towel,

got a hit on CODIS.

Karla de Leon, 21,
Guatemalan national.

- And she was in there?
- And she had a baby in there.

Forensics found traces
of amniotic fluid, too.

- If I'm right about this,

if these sons of bitches
are selling babies,

once these mothers give birth,

they got no value
to these people anymore.

I mean, if she's still alive,

chances are they just turned
her out on the street, right?

So boots on the ground.
Karla de Leon, let's find her.

- Copy that.

Okay, how do we do that?

- All right, I'm thinking
I'm a young Guatemalan woman.

I'm alone, I'm in trouble.
I'm in a city I don't know.

I find a priest.

I'm gonna run all the churches

in Brighton Park
that offer Mass in Spanish.

Make a list. I'll take the top,

you take the bottom,
we'll meet in the middle.

- I like that.
It's a plan.

- Anything?

- No, ma'am.

- This is stupid.

- Might as well knock out
the last few.

I'll be happy to let you know
you're wasted my damn time.

Let's go.

Her name's Karla de Leon.

You sure about that?

I said I haven't
seen this woman.

- 'Cause we think
she's in real trouble.

[door opens and closes]

- Hola, Padre Francisco.
Un día bendito.

- Well, I'll keep an eye out.

- Esta es una
iglesia santuario.

- A what?
- No, no, you heard me.

This is a sanctuary church.

You know it's a crime to
harbor undocumented immigrants.

- Even here.

- I've never had any trouble
with ICE--

- Yeah, well, that's a courtesy
on our part.

We can notify ICE at any time

so why don't you take a look
at that picture again.

[tense music]

♪

- She has nothing.

No one.

She said bad people
had sold her baby.

- Where is she?

♪

- Please, only women
inside our shelter.

♪

- Karla de Leon.

It's okay.

You're not in trouble,
all right?

I can help you find your baby.

Do you know this woman?

- Sofia.

She is...okay?

- No, Sofia fue asesinada.

- The--the baby?

[soft music]

♪

- I need you to tell me
everything.

- Two months ago,
I was pregnant.

At home, in Guatemala.

These men, they--they bring me.

- Te reclutaron.
- To come to America.

- Hmm, they paid you?

- I paid them.

Everything I had.

- Because they were providing
you with a service.

They promise you
you'd give birth

to an American citizen
which would put you

on the path to citizenship
yourself, yeah?

- They were going.
to sell our babies.

And they told us of a mother
who went back home to Guatemala

and she--she tried to--

to make noise
about what had happened.

And they--

- They made her disappear?

- So we were all
too scared to do anything.

All except one.

- Sofia.

- She told me
she would get out.

Somehow.

After I had my baby,
they took me to the airport

with a ticket home.

They said they would kill me
if they saw me again.

- But still, you couldn't
get on that plane?

- Could you?

- Who did this?

David Cardona, DOB 2 March '92.

Male Hispanic, 6'5.

He runs the day-to-day
operations of the baby farm.

He's got a boss,
goes by "Flaco."

Now, Karla's only
seen him a couple times

but apparently everybody
is scared of Flaco.

- So we're thinking Sofia
somehow escaped this baby mill

and these guys went after her.
- According to Karla,

Cardona would have led
the search for Sofia

and could have
pulled the trigger, too.

- You guys, I got him.
He's in the CTA system.

Swipes his card every
afternoon on the L

and then transfers
to the 52 bus at Midway

either at Kedzie, St. Louis,
or California.

- That's our window.

[train rumbling]

- Orange line's
coming into Kedzie.

[tense music]

♪

- Got eyes on Cardona.
I think he made me.

David Cardona, Chicago PD.
Get your hands in the air.

♪

Get your hands up.

- [grunts]
- Whoa, whoa! Get down--

5021 Henry, 10-1, 10-1.

Shots fired at police,
offender going northbound.

- Go get him, go get him.
- Two blocks, headed for you.

- Get back!
- Cardona, drop your weapon!

[dramatic music]

- I'm in foot pursuit
on the 4700 block of Homan.

Stop! Police!

Cardona!

Stop!

[grunts]

[groans]

[gunshots]

[gasps]

[gunshots]

[gun clicks]

♪

[grunts] [gunshots]

- Kim!

- [breathing heavily]

♪

5021 Eddie.

Shots fired by the offender
and the police.

Offender down.

DOA.

[dramatic music]

.

- So you good?
- Yeah.

- Hey, Kim.
- Yeah?

- You all right?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Talked to the street deputy?
IRT?

- Yeah, I mean,
they got to do their thing,

but they made it clear
this one's pretty cut and dry.

- I vouched for that, too.

- All right.
And Cardona's weapon?

- Not a match.
Whoever killed Sofia

fired .38s from a revolver.

Cardona fired .45s.

- So we got nothing we didn't
already have this morning.

Got no confirmation
on Sofia's killer,

got no leads on where to find
the other women.

- One point of interest.
We pulled a burner phone

off Cardona's body.
- All right, well, press for

any data you can get.

Text messages,
pings that put Cardona

at the scene of the crime--
any breadcrumbs,

'cause we don't have a lot else
going on right now.

- Adam.

- Yeah?

- Thank you.

- Doing my job.

- Look, I get it.

Clearly, you're still
pissed at me.

But, come on, you are
gonna have to find a way

to let me back in
at some point.

- Gonna need a new jacket.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [sighs]

- [screams]

- Makayla?

Makayla?

- They're here!
- Who's here?

- They're here.
They're coming to get me.

- Hey, hey, it's just me.

Oh, my gosh, okay.

No one's here.

No one's here.
- They are.

- You're okay.

Nobody's here.
It's a nightmare.

[softly] Hey, it's me.

It's me.
It's just a nightmare.

You're here with me.

Can you go back to sleep?

- [whimpers]
- I'll stay right here, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay.

It's okay.

[softly] You're okay.

You're okay.

[whispers] You're okay.

- She's had a couple
of these episodes?

- Yeah. Not like this, though.

Yeah.

- Well, these aren't
nightmares, Kim,

they're night terrors.

Makayla, she's seen things
kids should not see.

She watched her mother die,

her father hunted her.

The level of trauma here
is extraordinary.

This was her only mechanism
to cope.

- Well, we've both
seen some things.

- That leads me
to my next subject,

you.

- Me?

- Makayla knows what you do
for a living, Kim.

Knows, on some level,
what you're up against

every time you walk out
the door.

- I don't share any of that
with her.

- Well, you don't have to.
It's who you are.

Makayla's seen you
with a gun in your hand, Kim.

She's seen you take on people
who are trying to hurt you.

It's feeding this,
because Makayla knows

if something happens to you,
what happens to her?

You're all she's got.

[phone buzzing]

- I have to go. I'm sorry.

♪

- So techs busted into
the burner

we found on Cardona.
- Kay.

- We found an outgoing text
setting up a meet

three days
before Sofia was killed.

Strip mall, Garfield Park.

So we scanned the site
and we got David Cardona

handing a bag of something
off to this guy.

- And we're thinking
that's Flaco, the boss?

- That was the theory,
but we got the guy's plate.

- So we ran the plate and
the car's registered to him.

- Doesn't look like
a "Flaco" to me.

- Nope,
it's Bruce Alan Wegner.

Date of birth 3/30/71.

He's a doctor.

- Highly respected OB-GYN.
Or he was.

Got his license revoked
last year.

Got caught prescribing
opioids to himself. Wow.

- Pick him up.

[phone buzzing]

- Your house is a gold mine,
Bruce.

- Was it the rats
or the roaches?

- Gynecological instruments,

which you're no longer
licensed to use.

Prenatal vitamins,
pregnancy meds,

all the prescriptions
written in the name of

a Dr. Adrienne Cross.

- My former partner.

She was amazing to me.

Generous, kind,
in my lowest days.

So, naturally,

I stole her letterhead
and used it to forge scripts.

- Which you then used

to provide late-term
pre-natal care

at an off-the-books baby farm.

You're an active participant
in a criminal conspiracy

that ended in the murder

of a 17-year-old girl.
[phone buzzes]

If-- [phone buzzes, stops]
If you work with me,

I'll get you into
court-ordered rehab.

- I can't do that.

- Well, then you're
looking at prison.

- [chuckles]
Thing is, prison, I'm alive.

I talk, I'm dead.
[phone buzzes]

- [sighs]

Burgess.

What?

- Makayla fell asleep in class.

- Yeah, she's been
waking up at night.

- And then woke up, sort of.
- Sort of?

- Woke up screaming.
- Oh, God.

- I don't think the children
were trying to be cruel.

It was startling,
maybe a little scary,

and some of them may have
laughed at her.

- She locked herself in.
Won't budge.

- Right through there.
- Okay, thanks.

Could I get--

[emotional music]

Hey, buddy. It's me, okay?

♪

You don't have to
come out or anything but

can you let me know
that you're okay?

[phone buzzes]

- I just want things
the way they were.

- I know. I know you do.

- I just want my mommy.

- And it's not fair.

You got me and it's--
it's just not the same.

All I can tell you, Makayla,

is that you're safe.

And you're so loved.

And I would--

I would really appreciate it
if you would just

let me see you?
You know, let me know

that you're ok--
[click]

Hi.

I keep telling everybody
how brave you are.

But you shouldn't
have to be brave.

You're too little to be brave.

♪

.

- I got pregnant last year.

- Congratulations.

- Hah.

Didn't work out.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Yeah.

I got morning sickness
really badly.

What saved me was this.
I found it at your house.

- Promethazine.
Does the trick.

- Yeah.

These drugs we found, nitro--

- Nitrofurantoin.

For UTIs.

- Everyone in this building...

they all think
you're just some junkie.

You know, a doctor
who betrayed his oath,

make some quick cash,
buy drugs.

I don't think that's right.

- No?

- I think your marching orders

from your employers
are pretty simple.

You keep the women alive,

you get the babies,
and the rest--

But you treated these women,
these throwaways

like queens.

[soft emotional music]

I don't think you ever
stopped caring, Dr. Wegner.

♪

- I hate myself
for being a part of this.

- And so you worked and worked

to make sure that these babies
and these women were healthy.

But the end result--

♪

- [sobs quietly]

There's no greater pain.

- Dr. Wegner,

you can end this.

Right now.

- [weeps quietly]

- Sarge.

The doc doesn't know
who Flaco is.

Never met him,
never heard his real name.

But he gave us this guy.

- "New Bond Family Services"?

- It's an adoption agency
out in the 'burbs.

It's legit on paper.
Wilson Richards is the CEO.

Him and the doc go way back.

He's the one who recruited
the doc into this thing.

Richards is the broker.

He's the bridge
between the baby farm

and the couples looking
to adopt an infant.

Richards buys the babies
from Flaco for 40 grand.

Charges 80 for adoption.

- Pay him a visit.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Can I help you?
- Chicago PD, ma'am.

Where's Wilson Richards?
- In his office.

- Put your hands on your desk.
Don't touch your computer.

Do you understand me?

Okay, I need you two to leave.
- We have an appointment.

- I understand.
I need you to go right now.

Come on, let's go.

- Chicago PD.
- What is this?

- Wilson Richards,
you're under arrest.

- On what grounds?
- For financing

the kidnapping
of tender-age children.

- Babies.

- Dear God.

- Turn around and put
your hands behind your back.

- So Richards is talking?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he folded
like a lawn chair.

- This is Flaco,
AKA Javier Ortiz.

Date of birth, 2/17/76.

This is the man that
killed Sofia Perez.

- Ortiz and Richards,
that's the partnership.

The nexus of this whole thing.
We got receipts.

- Ortiz forwards photos
of the pregnant recruits

from Guatemala
to Wilson Richards,

and we got all those emails
off of Richards' laptop.

- Ortiz is all over
social media wearing

the sweatshirt from the video
of Sofia's murder.

It's a clear match.

- Went down pretty much
like we thought.

According to Ortiz,
Sofia escaped,

Cordona and some other
low-levels, they give chase.

Cordona caught up with Sofia
on the rooftop.

They struggled, she fell,

survived somehow.

They panic and called Ortiz
who was around the corner.

- And Ortiz
came in to finish it,

and they shut the place down
to cover their tracks.

So where did they go?

- New City.
Wilson Richards bought

the property on a foreclosure
couple years back.

Told Ortiz to lay low there.

- And we believe
the other women

are being held there, correct?

- Correct.

- All right, this could go down
real bad, real fast.

Go get a schematic
of that building

so we can find the best way in.

You go in dark,
you go in quiet.

Strap up.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Don't you dare, man.

Get on the ground.

- How many more of you
are there?

- Two.
- Two including Flaco?

You got him?
- Yeah, I got him.

I'll get your six.

Stand up.

♪

[rapid gunfire]

[gunfire]

- Jay, moving.

- Hey!

- [grunts]

♪

- Jay, I got movement.
- Okay, I got him. Go.

- It's okay, it's okay.

Policía, come on.

Come on.

Down the stairs. Okay.

Hay una más.
- One more, where?

- No se. Flaco, he has her.

♪

- Chicago PD!

- Flaco, put it down!

[rapid gunfire]

[dramatic music]

♪

- [muffled]

[whispering] Kim.

Kim!

You all right?

Okay, move on three.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

- One, two, go.

All right, go around.

♪

- No, no, por favor.

[sobbing]

No!

Por favor, mi bebé, no!
- Let her go.

Drop the weapon, Flaco.
- No!

- I'll kill her.

That's on you.
- No!

- Drop that weapon,
you let her go.

Now!
- Por favor!

- Drop the weapon.

[tense music]

- [grunts]
- Drop it!

♪

- [groans]

- Let her go...

Or I blow your head
all over this room.

- Kay.

- Drop the weapon.
Get on your knees.

Hands above your head.

♪

.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You heard from DCFS?

- I did.
They reached out to the family

that bought Karla de Leon's
daughter.

They picked up the baby
earlier today,

and they're gonna return her
to Karla tonight.

- Good.

The other mothers
are safe, too, so...

- Yeah. Nice to see
the good guys get a win.

- Yeah.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

We were taking fire
and I just--I--

I hesitated.

Just froze.

I mean, I could've
lost the hostage,

I could've got
one of the guys hurt,

I could've--
- But you didn't.

- 'Cause I got lucky.

[whispers] I got...scared.

I mean, not for me.

I didn't get scared for me.
I got scared--

- Because of Makayla.
- Yeah.

- You've given her

a second chance at life
and that is worth protecting.

And I wonder if this is why
the universe is telling you

to name your guardian.
Your backup.

I wonder if you'd
hesitate the same way

if you had that peace of mind.

Maybe.

- Burgess.
- What?

- Anybody would be honored
to participate

in what you're doing with her.

- Thanks.

- Don't even think about
picking me.

- Copy you.

Night, Sarge.

- See ya.

[knocking on door]

- Hey.

- Thanks for coming.

- Well, you said
it was urgent, so...

That your shower curtain?

- It's my former shower
curtain, yeah.

- Hmm.

- Makayla's asleep.

Do you mind if we
talk out here?

- Not at all.
What's going on?

- Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Um...

I'm naming you as my custodian.

In the adoption.

Like, if anything
happens to me,

you're the one who's gonna
take care of Makayla.

- I'm a little confused.

I mean, you remember
what's been going on?

The questions
you've had about me?

I mean, things haven't been
too good between us.

- I know.

- Okay, so is it about that
or is it about this case?

What went down with Ortiz?
- No, it's not about

either of those things.
- Okay, why would

you do that then?
- Because we were supposed

to have a baby together, dummy.

[emotional music]

♪

Because we're family.

Because...

You and I are a lot of things,

including pretty screwed up.

- Hah.

- Who knows
if we'll ever really

get our act together but...

Her last name
is Burgess now, Adam.

And, um,

one thing that we can be,

you and I, is--

is we can be this

whole, big, round thing

that can surround
and protect her.

You know, even if Makayla
doesn't know it exists.

And I need that.

That's the only way
that I can do this.

Be a good mom and

be the kind of cop
that I need to be.

I need that.

Obviously, you can say no.

But I'm--could you
just think about it?

- I don't need
to think about it.

The answer is yes, of course.

I'm honored that you'd ask me.

♪

So, what, what do we do?
Do I sign something?

Do we shake on it?
I don't know.

What's the next step here?

- Shake.

- Cool.

- Come here, bear. Come on.

Actually,

I got you something.

These are called trouble dolls.

And you are gonna put them
under your pillow

and when you wake up
in the morning,

you know what?

They've taken
all your troubles.

So your only job is to rest.

How cool is that?

- Really cool.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- I think that's a good order.

Can I get one?

You're nice.

And now, sleep.

Cozy?

Good night, Makayla.

- Good night.

♪

.

[wolf howls]