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I saw you had a choice.

You could have gotten to Corey,

but you went for the other man.

Why?

Mom, is everything okay?

Everything's fine, baby.

If I would have got to him
sooner, would he have survived?

Yes.

You save who you can save.

Let it be done now.

I just feel like I
made the wrong choice.

Your regret, it'll
swallow you whole.

What's up, Sarge?

Copy that.

No, I'm close.

I'll start it up.

Hey.

Is Intelligence taking this?
- Mm-hmm. What we got?

Oh, it feels the same as
the other three burglaries

we've had this month.

Three-man crew, masked up, in
and out in under five minutes.

Neighbor's security
cam caught it.

Only difference is, this
one comes with a body.

That's your homeowner
right there.

What's the homeowner's name?

Phoebe Thompson.

Appreciate that.

Ms. Thompson, how we doing?

I'm Officer Atwater.

Is it okay if I ask
you a few questions?

All right. This is
your residence, right?

With my husband.
He's on his way.

Okay, well, do you mind
telling me what happened?

My work is close, so I ran
home to let the dog out.

He's a puppy, so we crate
him during the day and

found Marcela.

And I think I screamed.

I backed out, and I ran out.

Marcela?

Who is she?

Is she a friend of yours?

She's our cleaning lady.

I told her she could come by.

Oh, God, if I had told
her not to, she...

Ms. Thompson, Ms.
Thompson, it's okay.

All right? Breathe.

There you go.

There's no way you
could have known.

All right?

You sit here as
tight as you can.

I'm gonna go take a look inside.

And I'll come back and check
on you in a little bit, okay?

Can you make sure
Ms. Thompson is okay?

Appreciate you.

Hey, we cleared the house?

We cleared the house on arrival.

They got no security
cameras or system.

Neighbors are watching the dog.

Body's down there.

Hmm.

- Hey.
- Hey, how was Detroit?

Had nothing to do
with our serial,

just another violent man,
another violent city.

How was it here?

I read the closing supp.

Yeah, case was cleared, closed.

And Petrovic took a leave?

She's figuring some
things out for herself.

You're good?

Work in progress.

Huh.

Our DOA is Marcela Del Toro.

She's the family cleaning lady.

She wasn't even supposed
to be here today.

She texted the family 2:12
p.m. to let them know that

she'd be swinging by to pick up
an umbrella she left yesterday.

She had a key?

She let herself in
through the front.

Must have surprised the
offenders who came in,

because they attacked
through the back,

just like the other three
West Loop burglaries.

Powder burns and contact
wounds suggest Marcela

was shot at close range twice.

No defensive wounds.
She was executed.

All right, grab Patrol.
Run the canvass.

Hailey, compile a list of
all the stolen property

from the other burglaries.

You stay here with the techs.

Kev, I spotted a CTA cam at
the bus stop around the corner.

Why don't you see
what it caught?

Okay, I'm on it.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

That's correct.

Mm-hmm.

The bus stop on the 1500
block of North Benton.

If you can pull all of that
footage, that would mean a lot.

Mm-hmm.

What the hell, man?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's me. It's me.

Come on. Drive, Kevin.

- Butchie?
- Drive.

The hell you hopping
in my car for

like I ain't the police?

You lost your damn mind?

No, I ain't lost my mind.

I'm here to help you.

What are you talking
about, Butchie?

I got some info on
these robberies.

Bro, drive.

I can't be seen
in your car, man.

- Get your ass out there, man.
- Okay, I heard you.

- Damn!
- All right, I get it.

I get it, I get it, all right?

I won't get in your
car like that again.

You want the info or not?

Last time I talked to
you, what you tell me?

"I'm never selling
another tip again, Kevin."

- Yeah, I know.
- So what we doing here?

Look, I know there's a
crew here in the West loop.

Three guys, right?

Covered head to toe, in
and out in under five.

What? You know where they are?

No, but I think I
know they fence.

How's that?

The usual way.

Guy's got a big mouth.

I got big ears.

So give me a name, then.

Nah, I'm not doing it for free.

I wanna be on the case.

Look, I'd do the whole thing.

I wanna be the paid
CI on the file.

I don't know, Butch.

Look, I'm serious
this time, Kev.

It's a good tip, I promise you.

This fence, he sell a
little bit of everything.

But I heard him.

He's the one moving the goods
from the West Loop grabs.

It's a good get.

And a manifest of
the property stolen.

The crew doesn't
have a specialty.

They'll grab anything they
can sell on the streets

medication, high-end sneakers,
heirloom silverware, tech.

- We got any witnesses?
- No.

Latest burglary was
the same as the others

middle of the
afternoon, work day.

Streets were empty.

And techs didn't find
any trace evidence.

This crew, they're smart.

Besides the doorbell
cameras that caught the crew

from a distance,
we don't have much.

- CTA caught a partial.
- Okay.

Check this out.

Oh, okay.

Two offenders fleeing
with their hands full.

Third offender keeps
the engine running.

Peels out, and they're gone.

Plates came back
stolen from Gage Park.

Already got the BOLO out.

Well, if I were them,
I'd have dumped it

in a garage by now.

All right, let's see if
we can get the stats.

I might have something else too.

Old CI of mine from my Patrol
days, George Tyson III,

goes by Butchie
from the Low End.

Thinks he knows
the crew's fence.

How long's Butchie's sheet?

Hmm, doesn't really
have a sheet.

Tried his hand at burglary once.

I busted him. He flipped.

Well, you don't
wanna work with him?

Uh, look.

First, Butchie was
a pretty solid CI.

He's a good listener.
- And then?

Then he started getting
cold feet, backpedaling.

You know, he'll send me
a tip on Friday night.

By Saturday, he's doing his best

to make sure that everything
he told me was wrong.

But he's a good guy.

So why does he wanna sell now?

I ran him. He's in heavy debt.

I think money's the motivation.

Look, it's your
CI. It's your call.

Could be nothing.
Could be everything.

It's up to you if it's
worth the headache.

Mm-hmm.

That's him. Terrence Hayes.

He's an odd dude,
but he a good fence.

Trusted. Keeps his mouth shut.

But he didn't this time.

Uh-uh.

He hangs out at Covie's.

He had one too many
and started rapping

about his new
payday, this new crew

that's hitting the West Loop.

He's your in.

He's gotta know the
names of those guys.

So he's got no current
LKA, no longer on parole.

He's gonna need a squeeze.
- Mm-hmm.

Y'all got a social relationship?

Yeah.

Okay, we make the intro.

We can set it up
like a buy bust.

Lure him in with the goods,
then get him on the buy,

squeeze him up.

Wait, what?

You want me to make the intro?

Can't you get him to cough
up the IDs by yourself?

He's not gonna do that

without a little
pressure, Butchie.

You the police. Put
on the pressure.

You put on the pressure
after the intro.

You got a problem with that?

You wanna get paid by the
police, you gotta work.

Let's ride.

Let's go.

Hey, you okay?

Settle down.

You'll be a'ight.

Hyde Park.

Since when you start
living in Hyde Park?

I don't.

Then why are you getting
alerted to the neighborhood?

Why you looking at
my phone, Butchie?

Dang. It's an old case.

Victims I still check on.

Just trying to make sure
everything is everything.

We up. Here we go.

Hey, Terrence.

How you been, man?

Absolutely not.

Keep walking.

Ah, come on, man.

I just came over here
to say what's up?

Plus, look, I got somebody
that you should meet.

Did I stutter?

Hmm? Did I?

I want you to walk away
from me before bad things

happen to you.
- What the hell is this?

Well, it would have
been nice for Butchie

to let us know that
the man hates him.

This dude is legit.

Plus, he can make
you some real money.

Butchie, I don't give a damn.

Go away from me.

Come on, bro.

Hey. Let me introduce myself.

Hey, I'm... I heard you nice.

Trying to move
something with you.

This man told me he
can make an intro.

If he can't, then...
- Well, he can't.

So he lied.

Surprise, surprise.

My advice?

Don't trust the village idiot,

because he's an idiot.

Big dawg. Big dawg. Big dawg.

Listen to me.

I got some decent pieces on me
I'm trying to move for a loan.

A'ight? I'm talking
about real Rolexes.

Pawn them off to somebody else.

I'm just trying to be
a resource for you.

You can wipe the serial
numbers off if you want.

Everything I got can
sell fast and good.

Hey, I already learned
my lesson, man.

I'm just trying to network.

You got them on you right now?

All right, come on.

Come on where?

My place, upstairs.

I'm a professional.

I don't do business in public.

Let's go.

All right, family. Let's see it.

Okay, yeah.

You can check them out.

Tell me how you feel

and how much you
think per piece.

Yeah, that depends
on if they real or not.

If they're real or not.

Who you think
you're talking to?

Go sit over there.

Cool, cool.

You good?

Relax, relax, relax.

Hey, um,

hey, you got papers for these?

Papers?

No, I ain't never
needed no papers before.

No, absolutely not.

Can't do it.
- Wait, what?

No.

I don't play with new pieces
that ain't got no papers.

Unless you both
wanna come with me

to get them authenticated
by a dealer?

Hmm?

- Come on.
- Hmm?

Exactly what I thought.

What if you just move them fast?

Hurry up, get them out there.
- They're too hot, bro.

All right, y'all gotta go.

You moved stuff hotter
than this before.

The two of you raising
your voices, you better

take that bass out your voice.
- Naw, man.

You selling the crews
that are killing people.

What's your problem?

Get off me, bro.

Everybody relax, okay?

Calm down.

Just chill.

We don't even need Butchie.

Let's get him out the equation.

Butchie, you can go.

You feel me?

This is between me
and you, big dawg.

Like, I'm looking at this stuff.

I need you to come
back over here, bro.

I'm the one trying
to make the deal.

That's our go word.

Well, we can do it with
all kinds of stuff.

I need you to come
back over here.

One on one, me and you can just

have a private conversation.

I need you to come
back over here.

You hear me?
- Listen, man.

Close the door.

You're moving all
around my vicinity.

- Chicago PD!
- Stop fighting.

Give me your hands.

Behind your back.
- All right!

I got him. Hands
behind your back.

I got a gun.

- Take it easy.
- Up.

Thank you.

Terrence really gone?

You mind explaining to me
what the hell just happened?

- What?
- What?

You got Terrence
Hayes, didn't you?

You got all this
stolen property?

That man obviously got
a beef with you, dawg.

Why didn't you tell me that?

Because he don't.

Did that seem friendly to you?

He obviously got a problem.

He said you been talking
about his business.

What? Naw. Come on, man.

He talking about the
night that he was

running his mouth at Covie's.

Look, I was trying to get
the names of the crew,

and he got angry.

It didn't occur to
you to tell me that?

No.

I thought that if I got the
names, I could get paid more.

That's all it was.

I mean, wait, we
good, though, right?

I did my part.

You did your part, and
you're gonna get paid.

No, come... no,
you know that's not

what I mean, man.

I didn't mean to screw it up.

I'm... okay.

I really need this
one to work out, man.

I'm sorry.

We good?

Yeah, all right. Let's
get you home, man.

All right.

Yeah.

Chanel handbag, stolen
on North Bishop,

found in your apartment.

2 1/2 carat diamond brooch.

Townhouse on Herbert.

Travis Scott Jordan Retro 6s.

I can keep going.

Okay, 3 Waterford Crystal.

I'm a salesman.

I sell goods.

I don't steal them. I
have nothing for you.

I understand.

You just make money off
stealing, off murder.

What are you talking about?

I need you to look at that.

That woman was murdered
from the last burglary

you bought from.

So this ain't about handbags
or gym shoes no more.

I wanna know who
pulled the trigger.

Don't do that. Don't do
that. I wasn't even there.

I sell goods.
- Somebody's gotta be

held accountable, Terrence.

Right now, you the best I got.

Unless you give me a name.

I have nothing for you.

Oh, yes, you do.

'Cause somebody sold you
those goods, didn't they?

Am I right?

Would I be wrong for pressing
your ass into the ground

with all those charges?

Give me a name.

All right.

The only name I
know is Mark Young.

Mark Young, who's that?

He's... he's a kid.

He sells me the goods.

He likes to tell me
where they're from.

But as far as I know,
he's just a middleman.

Mark Young, 22.

Guy's not old enough
to rent a car,

but he's been popped three
times for petty theft

and once for possession
of stolen property.

He's 5'11", 180.

Height and weight aren't a bad
match for our first offender.

It's close.

Terrence could be right.

Kid could just be a cutout.

Well, look, this kid is
either part of this crew

or he can lead us to
them. We have enough?

No, none of his prints pop
on any of the stolen merch.

Terrence can't actually
put him at the scene.

I mean, if we went and
grabbed him up right now,

he'll just act dumb.

All right, so let's get more.

Kim, enhance all the footage.

Try to firm up Mark Young's ID.

Kev, set up on Young's house.

Maybe we get lucky.

Yo, Aubrey, what's the word?

Hey, Jonathan Westbrooke?

He got in a fight.

He's about to be expelled.

Man, that kid just
lost his father.

Aubrey, you know,
it's all kind of stuff

going on with that boy.

Man, my hands are tied.

You want more, you gonna
have to get down here.

I can't get down there.

I'm in the middle of a case.

I'll do what I can,
but I can't do much.

Hey, you got
movement at Young's?

Nope, not yet. I'm not there.

Uh, I gotta handle something
real quick, Burgess.

Can you cover me at Young's?

Uh, yeah. I mean, I can.

But, Kev, I'm, like,
15 minutes out.

What's going on?
Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I just gotta take
care of something.

Just get there as quick
as you can for me.

Yeah, okay. I'm leaving now.

Okay.

A precursor to further violence?

How could you possibly
know that, sir?

You said it yourself.
They were on the court.

They were playing hard.

Things got out of hand, right?

He's grieving.

You need to be offering him
help, not expelling him.

What is this?
- We have a policy.

Two strikes and you're out.

Well, write this down.
Can you write this down?

Can you give me something
to write on, Aubrey?

Thank you.

52784.

That's my badge number, sir.

Let the record show
minimum punishment

was recommended from Officer
Atwater from Chicago PD.

Put it on me.

If anybody has...

Come right in, Mrs. Westbrooke.

If anybody starts
hollering about the policy,

then it's my fault.

Does that make sense?

Are we good?

Kev, you got ears in?

Yeah, I was just calling
you back, Burgess.

What's up?
- We have a problem.

I just pulled up to
Mark Young's house

and got an in-service call.

West Loop, burglary,
North Paulina and Ashland.

Okay, okay. I'm close to that.

Good, because I'm not.

Mark Young could be hitting
a house right now, Kev.

- Stop, police!
- Get out the way.

Chicago PD!

Please, stop it!

Help me!

Let her go!

- I'll shoot this bitch!
- No!

- Get the lady!
- I got her!

50-21 David. Shots
fired by the police.

I got an offender
down. Roll an ambo.

Copy, 50-21 David.
Ambo en route.

Squad lost the car.
They're in the wind.

Was he coming from home?

I think so, yeah.

Plate readers picked
up the Nissan, like,

two blocks from his house.

Hey, I said I'd cover for you.

I will cover.

No, it's on me.

I got it.

Where were you?

I had to make a stop.

What stop is more
important than getting

eyes on our offender?

I was at Davis Magnet School
with Jonathan Westbrooke.

You know how his
father was killed.

Remember the kid?
- Yeah, I remember.

He had his second fight.

They considered that
his last offense.

They were about
to expel that boy.

I had to go up there to try
to talk them down real quick.

I can step off the case.

No, I want you to do your job.

Just find the lead.
Make it right.

All right.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I just seen your text
five minutes ago.

What's going on?

I need you to take a look
at this picture right quick.

You know that guy?

This guy is part of the crew?

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I just killed him on the
scene of a home invasion.

He's definitely
part of the crew.

His name is Mark Young.

You ain't never seen him around?

No.

He's actually the cat that was

selling the goods to Terrence,

so he probably came
into the Covie.

I got authorization. I
could double your pay.

I just need you to
give me a solid lead.

I don't know him, for real.

Same pattern again...
no one was home,

crew was covered, no DNA at all.

And the stolen property was
the same random collection.

And nothing on the
getaway car yet.

Oh, and I spoke to Ballistics.

The gun recovered
with Mark Young's body

the one he fired at Kev

was not the weapon used to
murder Marcela Del Toro.

All right, so odds
are, whoever shot her

is still out there running free.

And we got nothing else?

No, I got nothing.

Hey, it's not much, but
in the hours before each

of the West Loop
robberies, Mark Young used

his credit card at the same bar
on 8th Street, Bob O'Malley's.

I know that place.

Kevin and I used to
hit it on patrol.

It's got no cameras,
off the books.

I mean, if you're in the
game, that's the place to be.

According to Young's
credit card statement,

he's buying the rounds,
three of everything.

So you think he
was with the crew?

It's a long shot, but could be.

Right now, all we
got is long shots.

Let's stake out O'Malley.

Yeah?

Whiskey, neat.

Mark Young.

You know him.

We see him in here all the time.

Look, he's a young kid.

I just need to know who
he's been coming in with.

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

Look, I seen you
talking to Young.

Come on, man.

Don't play dumb with me.

I know you know who
I'm talking about.

Screw you, man.

Butchie! What's going on, man?

I didn't know I was
gonna see you up in here.

I hope you don't mind.

Man, come over
here. Holler at me.

What the hell you got going on?

What you doing, Butchie?
- Get off me. Get off me!

What you wanna do?

You remember looking
me dead in my face,

telling me you didn't
know who Mark Young was?

So how come you were in the
bar asking about Mark Young?

What are you doing?

I ain't ask you that
to hear myself talk.

You lied to me. What
you lie to me for?

All right.

At this point, I'm about
ready to turn your ass around

and slap these
cuffs on you, fam.

Man, I lied because
I wanted the names.

But why would you
want the names?

That's all I'm
trying to ask you.

I don't... I don't
understand that.

What am I missing, Butchie?

Hmm?

Why would you possibly
need the names before me?

Because they killed my cousin.

Well, tell me everything, Butch.

Talk to me.

Don't leave nothing
out, because I can't

get my ass handed to me again.

Okay, all right.

My little cousin Marcus,
he was working for them.

Your little cousin Marcus
was working for the crew?

Yeah.

Before they was
hitting the West Loop,

they was hitting Wilmette.

You know, gas stations,
convenience stores.

I... I never knew
any of their names.

I swear to God, I didn't.

But Marcus was a good kid, man.

He was real good, Kevin,

until he met these guys.

All right? Now...
and I could tell.

You know, I could see that he
was really getting into it,

so, you know, I cut him off.

You know, I told him, I
said, it's me or them.

And I thought that would work.

I thought he'd be done with it.

He was... he was like a little
brother to me, all right?

He was all I got.

I thought he'd listen.

I didn't answer his
phone calls, his texts.

Two weeks later,

he was dead.

Those men, they left
him behind at a job.

So he boosted a car and crashed
it running from the police.

So why did you want
the names before me?

I never really lied to
you about anything else.

My cousin's...
- The names, Butch.

What were you gonna
do with the names?

- I'm not answering that.
- 'Cause you ain't no killer.

They left him!

Then let them go to
the penitentiary!

The penitentiary ain't enough!

An eye for an eye.

They took him.

They took him, and I let them.

I failed him.

Well, I gotta
drive you home now.

There ain't gonna be no deal.

Ain't no money for you.

Let it go.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- That's what you'd do?

I see you blink anywhere
near this case again,

I swear to God,
I will personally

take you to the penitentiary
for obstruction.

You understand that, don't you?

Yeah.

Butchie's cousin's name is
Marcus Fuller, 19 years old.

Died three months ago.

Crashed a stolen vehicle
running away from the police

after a robbery.

Wilmette PD did believe that

there were three
other crew members.

They were unable to
identify those crew members,

and that crew stopped
hitting Wilmette

right after Marcus died.

And that didn't
pop in our system?

No, for whatever reason,

Wilmette PD didn't
log into statewide.

We were able to
cross-reference Marcus Fuller

and Mark Young's contacts.

We found one common
associate, Kurt Hudson.

Hudson was Young's
cellie in juvie.

Met Marcus at an old job.

Hudson's got a long sheet

robberies, AgBats.

He's 6 foot.

He's a match to our
second offender,

and his car was ID'd at Bob
O'Malley's at the same time

that Mark Young was there.

All right. We know his address?

We have no LK.

We also have no ID
on the driver yet.

We got nothing else at the bar?

- Zero, Sarge.
- Kevin.

Visitor downstairs.

Hmm.

Ms. Westbrooke, how you doing?
- Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

You know, I've been
wondering how we suddenly

got that granite headstone in.

'Cause the monument
company had said

it would take another six
months before it showed up,

but then suddenly, there
it was one morning.

The company said that someone
had paid to have it rushed in.

We can speak in
private, Ms. Westbrooke.

Oh, no. I am
comfortable right here.

Then when you showed
up at my son's school,

it all made sense.

It all came together

the funeral concierge service
that I didn't pay for,

the meals and groceries that
just showed up on my front door

with no notes, the headstone.

Ma'am, ma'am.

- You're gonna take it!
- No.

I don't want your charity.

Ma'am, I am so sorry
that you are grieving,

but this is not an
appropriate way.

I am not the one
being inappropriate.

This man right here is trying
to buy a clear conscience.

You aren't getting
absolution from me,

and you will not get
it from my son, either.

If you ever come
near my family again,

I will file a restraining order,

and I will make sure
you lose your job.

I promise that.

Kev?

Hello?

What?

Where?

Catch me up, Burgess.

Patrol was driving by
a little while ago,

and they spotted our vehicle.

The car from the
Marcela Del Toro scene?

Yeah. Patrol
responded to our BOLO.

They radioed in to confirm.

They sat on it.

That's when they
heard the gunshots.

We're going up here.
- Let's go.

So Patrol crashed through here.

They saw an offender matching
Hudson's description to a T

run out the front.
That's Demar Warner.

He's 22. He has a sheet.

He's hooked in with Hudson.

Our best guess, he's
the getaway driver.

Hudson's covering his tracks.

Patrol lost Hudson
running south.

He's on foot, so
he can't be far.

50-21, carjacking just occurred

six blocks from your incident.

Offender matches your
wanted, Kurt Hudson.

He took off in a
red Ford Mustang

plate 186 Charlie 77,

last seen southbound,
high rate of speed.

Squad, send a flash message
out on the citywide.

We're gonna track
him in real time.

Kev, you copy?

Yeah, I copy. Go, Hailey.

We got telematics
on the Mustang.

Hudson just turned
off onto Hegewisch.

Looks like he's moving
towards Meadowview Estates.

Could be his residence.

We got no address in
our file out there.

Meadowview Estates?

I'm only four minutes out.

There's no cameras
in the trailer park.

Hailey's got the Mustang
within a quarter mile.

Hudson's here somewhere.

Burgess will be here in a few.

Let's split up. You
go west. I'll go east.

If you need
anything, use the DC.

Otherwise, go dark.
- Copy.

Butchie.

Damn.

Damn.

I got eyes on Hudson,
southeast corner of the park.

Number 461.

Butchie!

Don't do it, Butchie.

Drop the gun.

Hey, you look at that gun,
I'm gonna drop your ass.

All right? Butchie,
put the gun down.

Just go on and get
up out of here, Kev.

You know I can't
do that, Butchie.

- What the hell is this?
- Shut up!

This ain't got nothing to
do with the police no more.

I don't think that's your
decision to make, Butchie.

Hey, put the gun down.

Butchie, you wanna die today?

Is that what you're
trying to do?

I can't let you do this.

This ain't gonna
take the pain away.

Yes, it will.

Yes, it will.

It's not. It's just gonna
ruin your life, man.

Kevin!

Hey, I'm okay! Stand down.

Post up outside. I
got it. I got it.

Butchie, just let
me arrest this man.

He killed two people.

I didn't kill nobody.

Shut up!

He killed three people, Kev.

He killed Marcus too.

Him and me.
- No.

We killed him.

No.

Don't let this make you into
something you ain't, okay?

All right? This ain't you.

You good, just like Marcus.

He wouldn't want you
to do this, Butchie.

Just drop the gun, man.

Yeah.

There you go. There you go.

Yeah, yeah.

We're gonna be good.

Now I'm gonna grab his gun.

Everybody's gonna walk
out of here, okay?

Ah!

Damn!

Hey, you good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Go check him.

50-21 David.

Shots fired at Meadow
Valley Estates.

I got two offenders down.

I need you to
bring in some cars.

- He's gone.
- One DOA.

No.

I...

How'd he find you out here?

He heard Hudson's
name on the streets.

What are you doing here?

Voight asked me to talk to you.

You gonna carry this one too?

That man made his bed.

It's not on you.

Why do we say that so damn much,

like none of this is on us?

Kevin,

you can't see the
Westbrookes anymore.

It is not good for them,
and it is not good for you.

It's eating you up.

As it should.

It should.

How am I supposed
to not care, Trudy?

Who is telling you not to care?

You're a good cop
because you care.

Sometimes, I think you
carry so much water

your life, your
job, your family.

And then you think if
I'm gonna stay afloat,

there is no margin for error.

But let me tell you something.

You're not a machine.

There are two things
you can do with guilt.

You can let it drown you
or let it give you purpose.

I need to figure
out how to do that.

I'm not gonna let you drown.

No one here is.

So come on, Kev.

Come on.