All language subtitles for Chicago P.D. 9x04 - In the Dark (English)

Did you and Voight find any leads?

Roy, drop it!

Did you find Roy?

No, Kim, we didn't.

- Did you find Roy?
- No, Kim, we didn't.

Hey, what the hell are you doing here?

Ah, couldn't sleep. What
about you? It's 2:00 a.m.

What, are you on ghoul patrol?

The arrest packets from the drug case.

Which, luckily for me...

Maybe you could help me with.

- Hand 'em over.
- Thank you.

What's going on? Jay snoring?

Please tell me he's got
some sort of weird thing

where he walks in his
sleep, some sort of flaw.

Nope. Nope, he's out.

Dead to the world.
This one is all on me.

Well, welcome to your evening.

That's what I'm saying. We are here.

There are no naked men in the road.

Copy you, 22-12.

That male, nude, has been
spotted at State and Eighth.

22-62, are you in the area?

Regrettably, yes, a block over.

You think that that's
that, uh, Tommy J?

You remember him?
He used to eat Quiznos,

strip down, try to break
into Harold Washington.

Only on Wednesdays.

I forgot about that part.

Only on Wednesdays.

Fourth request for any available

area four detectives.

Patrol is still requesting
that assist at 53rd and Ada.

34-20, we got a body on scene?

Jesus, the Homicide dicks are lazy.

- I know, right?
- That's a negative. No body.

22-52, can you radio in
details from 53rd and Ada?

- 22-52?
- What do you think?

You wanna go get some fresh city air?

- I really do.
- 22-52, come in.

Yeah, 50-21 Ida, hold
us down on that assist.

Hang a right on 52nd.

This address, why do
I know this address?

I don't know. Uh.

It's registered to a real estate LLC.

Looks like it's abandoned.

Oh, my God, this is the death house.

- The what?
- 53rd and Ada.

We called it the death house.

It was an urban legend in
my neighborhood growing up.

Something to do with soul sucking.

So you're saying it's a prank call?

Well, almost definitely.

Sorry, this one ain't gonna
be the one waking you up.

You okay?

_

You're from Intelligence?

Yeah, that's right. Upton, Ruzek.

It's over here.

911 call was for reports of
screaming inside the residence.

We figured it was some
nitwit teens trespassing,

but when we got here,
the front door was ajar,

place was empty, and we found these.

Locks were open when you got here?

Yes.

We both went down.

I'll let you.

What the hell?

Jesus.

- Ruz.
- Yeah?

These are from a little kid.

Little kid was held here.

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Calls are out to the real estate firm,

but they aren't open yet.

According to the records
on file, the firm's owned

this house for five years.

- And the locks?
- Lockbox is broken.

We got no signs of suspicious vehicles.

Nearest traffic cams are
about three blocks away.

We'll keep working the perimeter.

Chances are, someone saw this kid go.

There's blood.

Signs of a struggle.

Someone's holding a child down here,

abusing 'em.

Kid tried to escape.

Struggle ensues,

kid screams.

Maybe the kid gets out or...

Is silenced.

All right, let's find this child.

Let's get Forensics down here.

Start pulling all sexual offenders.

You two talk to the 911 caller
who called in the screams.

All right, let's go.

I knew it was real.

See, I told you I wasn't making it up.

Those were real screams I heard.

Why would you be making it up?

'Cause of the house.

Don't you know the story?

It's the death house.

Rumor is, you step
inside, you never step out...

- Billy.
- The house infects your soul.

So your soul rips and scratches
its way out from your body,

shreds your skin wide open.

Okay.

When you heard the
screams, did you see anything?

No, I was walking home from
a party at my buddy's house.

I heard the screams and I ran.

All right, thank you
guys for your time.

Hey, Sarge, the 911
caller didn't see anything.

We're gonna keep doing knock-and-talks.

Did you bring any coffee here?

Yeah. How many nights is that now?

A few... Probably have a vitamin

out of whack or something.

50-21 George, you on the air?

- Go for 50-21 George.
- Got a possible related.

49-50 Ada, caller states
a male child just broke

into his backyard, six
to eight years of age.

Hold us, status responding.

I didn't get a good look.

I was taking the dog
out, heard it, looked over,

and they were dodging in my garage.

- But you think it was a child?
- Had to be.

And, I don't know, seemed like
something was wrong with him.

- Wrong how?
- I don't know.

How he was moving.

Okay. Just stay put.

Hey, but look, you
should probably know,

I keep my rifles in the garage.

- Are they secure?
- No.

I...

come on, I never thought a
kid would break and enter!

That's all right.

All right, Hailey, you take it.

Jay.

Hello?

I'm a police officer.

I'm coming inside, okay?

Hello?

Anyone in here?

I'm a police officer. I
just want to help you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'll put it away. Okay?

Hi.

My name's Hailey. I'm
a police officer, see?

I just wanna help you, okay?

I'm just gonna come a little closer.

Okay? Not gonna touch you.

I just wanna make sure you're okay.

Hey.

Can we get you out of there?

Take you somewhere safe?

Is that okay with you?

It's okay. Here.

It's okay.

- You sure you're fine?
- Yeah, I'm good.

The boy's name is Christian
Alban, nine years of age.

Reported missing eight months ago.

Disappeared out of his backyard.

Judging by the look
of the cellar, the debris,

and from what
Christian's vitamin D levels

and musculature show,
it's likely he was held

in that crawl space
since he disappeared.

Doctors found signs of abuse,
both physical and sexual.

He's sedated right now over at Med.

All right, get a DNA
test from Christian.

Confirm and get his parents over there.

Yeah.

Okay, so who the hell
was holding this child?

We dig into every avenue,
the original case file,

every sexual offender in the city...

I want every person in
that neighborhood checked.

Any human being who
had access to that property.

I got one for you. Jon Larkin.

I just got off with
the real estate firm.

He's the employee in
charge of that house.

- He lives downtown.
- Well, get his ass down here.

Now.

I don't get it.

What exactly do you want from me?

Did something happen, or...?

We're just asking you,

when was the last time
you were in that house?

I don't know.

Why don't you go ahead
and give us a guess?

Years ago, at least two?

I... I think I swung
by just to make sure

it wasn't falling in on itself.

The firm keeps the
house as a knockdown.

We're just waiting for the
neighborhood to gentrify

and for the, um...

For the what?

There's sort of a tall
tale about the house.

It's, like, a myth or something.

That the, um...

that the house can
kill you from inside out.

We're just waiting for
that to die before we sell.

What the hell's going on?

Where were you last night

between 11:00 p.m. and 4:00 a.m.?

Home.

Great.

Write down whoever
can corroborate your story

and the names of every single person

who could've gained
access to that house.

Now.

My take is John's innocent.
His confusion seems legitimate.

He's got no priors,
credit score I envy.

We'll check his alibis
and hold him, but...

- He's not our guy?
- Doesn't look good for him.

- No.
- Okay, so what do we got?

We knocked-and-talked the neighborhood.

So far, no one's reported seeing

anyone inside that house.

Not a person exiting
or entering for years.

DNA from the blood inside the cellar?

Definitely a match for Christian.

I ran the case file and
talked to the detectives.

They didn't even have
a person of interest.

Strongly believe it was
a stranger abduction.

The gate that led to the
backyard was forced open.

Parents heard a scream, they
went out, Christian was gone.

What about sex offenders?

We're probably gonna have to cast

a wider net, because every alibi

for everybody in that
neighborhood checks out.

Sarge, Christian's awake and lucid.

Okay, you and Upton, take it.

We're so very glad you're safe.

Your parents are on the way.

They're gonna be so happy to see you.

You know what they told me?

They told me that you
used to love these guys

and you had loads of 'em.

So I was thinking that
they could keep you happy

while we wait for your parents.

So we were wondering how
you came to be in that garage.

You were running from someone, right?

Someone that kept you in that cellar?

Can you tell us who it was?

It can help us make sure

that he never hurts anyone again.

What about these?

Can you look at these?

Maybe you'll recognize the bad person.

None of 'em look familiar?

Christian?

I don't know who he is.

Okay. Okay, that's okay.

So he's a stranger?

Do you know his name?

Sir.

Did you ever hear him
be called anything else?

Do you know what he looks like?

It was dark.

What about when "Sir" first
brought you to the cellar?

Did you see what he looked like then?

Can you tell us what
happened last night?

He was gonna take me to the dark water.

What dark water?

I knew he was gonna take
me to the dark water, kill me.

I had to run or else he'd take me.

He had a new boy.

Keep going, I'm putting you on speaker.

That's why he ran, so
he wouldn't be taken

to the dark water or replaced.

All right, Christian give you
a description of this new boy?

No, son of a bitch kept him
in the darkness or blinded him

with a flashlight
whenever he came to visit.

Christian couldn't make out
anything about the little boy

except that he was
small, scared, and his age.

What about this dark water?

Did... did Christian
give you any details?

Even better, Sir drove him there once.

He wanted Christian to know exactly

where he'd be killed
if he ever misbehaved.

Sounds like a quarry,
place with a stone tunnel

is what he called it.

Can't be that many nearby.

All right, so weed out our missings.

Focus on any male child
disappeared last month,

similar age, weight to Christian.

I'll find the quarry.

- Got an alert, a body!
- Yeah, I got one here too!

Jay. Any confirmations yet?

No, Forensics is calling in FBI techs.

This many bodies and
this amount of decay,

they need help to make an ID.

And none of 'em are recent
enough to be our missing.

Voight's briefing the brass.

Hailey, if you wanna go home,

just catch a few hours
of sleep, I'll call you.

No. Not on this one.

Hey. Wait a sec. You're bleeding.

- I am?
- Yeah.

It's all right.

I'll see you up there, all right?

All right, we are officially
looking at a serial.

FBI will work the bodies while
we stay focused on our offender

and the current abducted child.

- Kim?
- Yeah.

Team put these together.

These are the three current
missings that fit our profile:

male between the ages of seven to nine.

We're getting the photos of
each of 'em over to Christian,

hoping for a match.

Okay, and Sir?

Well, based on Christian's
loose descriptions,

the sketch isn't an exact match

for any known sex offenders yet.

Well, whoever this man is, he
had access to these children.

How'd he find them, get close?

We hit everywhere a grown
man could've gained access.

Schools, parks, Facebook
chat groups, child porn sites.

We split 'em up one by
one, each take a path.

We find Sir, we'll find the boy.

Let's go. Wait up, hold on.

Hailey, listen, I want
you to get back to 21,

Jon Larkin.

I mean, I know his alibi checks out,

but he's claiming only four people

had access to that house.

- Four in the entire firm.
- Yeah, exactly.

Press him. We need more.

All right.

Your firm has 200 employees
and you're telling me

only four people had access?

- How is that even possible?
- Why the hell am I here?

You haven't told me anything.

I've been here all night.

I haven't slept, I haven't
been given anything but a Coke

and a months-old turkey sandwich.

If you want my help, you
need to tell me what's going on.

A young boy was kidnapped
and held in that house.

He was tortured and abused terribly.

And he's not the only one.
We found seven other bodies.

- What?
- So forgive me if I don't care

that all you've had is a Coca-Cola.

I don't understand, um,

this person has done this before?

- How do you know?
- Because I found the bodies,

and I helped lift
them out of the water.

I need those names or you don't leave.

Please... please, explain to me.

This person really
killed all those boys?

You just need some sleep.

No, no, no, no. Help!

I need help!

I'm sorry.

I couldn't take it.

I'm in the interview room,
suspect's bleeding out.

Self-inflicted. I need help.

Okay. Okay, okay.

50-21, emergency, roll an ambulance

to the 21st district, second floor.

Attempted suicide.

I don't know what happened.

I think I heard him.

I... I think... I think I heard him.

All right, it's okay.

Oh, God. Okay, we got to get him up.

Watch the blood! Don't step on it.

Careful... keep applying pressure.

Easy.

What the hell happened?

They'll look at the footage.

I... I searched him. I th... I...

I think I searched
him. Did I search him?

Hailey, you searched
him downstairs with me.

We did a thorough search of him.

He came up here clean.

You don't remember that?

Hey. Jon made it to Med.

And the doctors are hopeful
that you got to him in time.

- I should have seen it.
- No, Hailey,

IRT found a jagged screw
in the interrogation room.

He pulled it from a table.
You could not have seen it.

No, this is on me. I should've seen it.

I told him about the death house.

I told him about the dead
boys. I should have seen it.

Jay, he changed.

He started pressing me for info...

- Hailey, slow down...
- No, listen!

He started pressing me for
info and I missed it, okay?

I... I heard him s... slicing.

And I... I missed it.

I walked out of there. How did I not...

I can't...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Hailey, just breathe.

- I can't breathe.
- Okay.

I think you're having a panic attack.

Come here. Sit down.

- Just sit down.
- I... I... I...

Just feel my hand. Squeeze my hand.

Put your head down.

Just put your head down and breathe.

- Just breathe.
- I shouldn't have been there.

This is... hey, this is not on you.

- This is not on you.
- I killed him.

And I can't, it's
destroying me, I can't...

Hailey, what is destroying you?

I can't live with it. I can't...

You okay, Hailey?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Hailey, what was that?

I just need to go shower.

- I just need to calm down.
- Hailey?

Well, the real question is,

why'd he attempt
to kill himself, right?

That's our lead.

So what's our why?

Jon's alibi is firm.

But he had to know something.

Maybe he knew our killer.

Yeah, maybe he let him use the house.

I'm thinking guilt.

Bradley Larkin, Jon's youngest brother.

Doesn't have any priors,
never been flagged for any kinds

of misconduct or anything like that,

but he was pulled out of
three different high schools.

Each time enrolled into
"behavioral" programs

at a local church.

Behavioral programs?
You think pedophilia?

I do.

But it's hard to tell what
those programs were about

because he was still a kid.

But I know he's had a
hard-ass time holding down a job

for longer than six months.

And the only jobs he has
had have been for his brother

at his former firms.

Right now this man is a freelance,

part-time property manager,
and every property he manages

is right next to an elementary
school, including Christian's.

So Jon knew what his brother was doing.

He didn't stop him,
maybe even helped him.

He didn't turn him in. That could fit.

All right, let's get his last known.

Try to expedite a warrant.

I like it. Nice work.

Nice work, Kev.

That moment with Voight back there...

What moment?

Look, I know you haven't
been sleeping, Hailey,

but it's not just that, is it?

What does that mean?

- You haven't been yourself.
- I just...

Since the night that
you proposed to me.

That wasn't really you.

What are you saying?

I meant everything I said to you.

Did something happen with
you and Voight that night?

No.

I know I've been off,

okay, I just haven't slept.

That's all, there's
nothing else going on.

Guys, why don't you hang
back or take the next block, huh?

We'll ask forgiveness. Ready to breach.

Now.

Chicago PD!

Move.

Clear.

Clear. Move.

It's clear. both: Clear.

Clear.

Sarge, no Bradley. This house is clear.

Yeah.

All right, everybody inside.

Let's rip this place apart.

Jon wrote notes for him.

He knew what his brother was.

- Kim.
- What?

It's our guy.

That's right, name is Bradley Larkin.

He's believed to be traveling

with an abducted tender-age child.

- Secure this house.
- Copy that.

I'll get his face to the media.

And lodge an amber alert.

We hit every single last
known address Bradley has.

- And Jon's?
- Yeah.

Start with the
abandoned ones. Let's go.

Jon still manages this property.

Company's owned it since 2018.

Guys, we're negative on
properties one, four, and six.

Okay, we're at number
three. We'll let you know.

Dust isn't misplaced.

Yeah, let's clear it anyway.
We'll go floor by floor.

All right, you go up, I'll go down.

- Keep that DC close.
- Yep.

First floor's clear,
headed into the basement.

Jay, I got multiple pathways.
Gonna need your help.

Jay, I got blood.

Jay?

No, no, no, no. Hey.

It's okay.

It's okay, I'm a police officer.

I'm here to help you, okay?

Are you hurt?

Did you hurt somebody?

It's okay if you did.

Are they still here?

Okay. I'm gonna come up the stairs.

Okay? Is that okay with you?

Okay.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

Boy's name is Joseph
Calman, been missing nine days.

Parents are on their way.

Medics say he's physically unharmed,

so should be okay.

All good with IRT?

Yep.

You know, that was
close before, Hailey.

- I mean, you need me to...
- No.

I just need sleep.

What's up, Smitty?

Hey, what're you doing here this late?

Court tomorrow.

You never sent me those
GPS reports on the Milton case.

Yeah, I did. Police mail.

I didn't get 'em.

You mind printing 'em out for me?

Never trust police mail.

All right, give me a sec.

- Thanks, bud.
- Yep.

I had my GPS flagged, so.

Doesn't matter what computer you used.

I thought that might happen.

Your SUV was out here
the night we found Kim.

Did you bring Roy out here that night?

Did you kill him?

Yes.

Roy's buried out here.

Isn't that what you want?

You wanted to know.

What I wanted?

No, it's not what I wanted.

Hailey was with you that night?

So you just let her carry this?

You let her cover for you.

Have you seen what it's done to her?

- It's ripping her apart.
- I know.

She can't eat, she's not sleeping.

And she's blaming herself.

- Because she killed him.
- No.

It was a good shoot in a bad situation.

There was no choice but to cover it.

She didn't kill him.

Look, we still hadn't found Burgess.

But I found Roy.

I asked him where she is.

He wouldn't tell me, so.

I kept asking.

That's when Hailey showed up.

And you didn't take him in?

She told me to stop. I did.

- But Roy reached for my gun...
- Oh, you son of a bitch!

Hailey had no choice but to shoot!

Listen to me. She saved my life.

That's what happened.

I came out here, buried Roy's body.

I mean, we couldn't bring him in.

'Cause I'd never called in an arrest.

Jay, you can be mad at me.

You can be as angry as you want...

But now you know.

So help her.

Me help her? You did this to her!

I didn't call her. I
didn't want her there.

She came there. I
wish to hell she hadn't!

Bro, I tried to pull her
back over and over...

No, you don't get to do this!

- No.
- But she went there.

Because you put her there!

You did, don't you get that?

You dragged her down with you!

I don't think you know the
woman you're sleeping next to.

I found Kim. Kevin and I found her.

We didn't cross a single line.

We did good police
work, and we found her.

You did everything you did,

what'd you get?

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