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You know why
you're up here, Roman?

Because I screwed up.

[gunshot]

I've decided to take a spot
on a federal task force.

Special Agent David Lang.

You obviously already know
who I am.

Ordinarily, I don't allow
for relationships in my unit,

but Lindsay's spot's open.

It's yours.

You're not gonna
miss this?

You know, it's not like

it's the last time
I'm gonna put on a vest.

No, it's just the last time I'm
gonna help you get it on right.

That's what,
your fourth mag?

Counting?

[sighs]

Task force isn't
like Intelligence.

They're...

slick.

I don't know.

So show them
how it's done.

It's natural to be nervous
on your first day.

You should've seen me
at my first day

at the Racing Rapids
snack bar.

I was a wreck.

This is the right move
for me...

right?

Hell yes.

Just keep your head down.
Work hard.

There's a reason
they recruited you so heavy.

You're the man
for the job.

[both chuckle]

Hey.

- Here's Lindsay's files.
- Oh.

Just see what we need
to offload.

Have you thought about
who's going to fill her spot?

Offer's been extended
to Burgess.

Big shoes to fill.

(Lang)
Good morning.

Beautiful day for a raid,
huh, boys?

[applause]

Damian Mendoza...

money smuggler
for the Zetas cartel.

His operations moves millions
in drug money

from Chicago to Mexico
each month.

We take Mendoza out,

we cripple
the city's drug trade.

With the help of our informant,
Kylie Rosales,

Mendoza's girlfriend
and bookkeeper,

we've been able to pinpoint
his Chicago base of operations.

Mendoza runs
his counting house

out of the back
of M & B Sheet Metal.

Kylie says
this month's shipment

leaves for Mexico
tomorrow.

So we hit it today,
while the place is flush.

If there are
no questions,

do your final checks
and kit up.

Hey, Kylie.

How you doing?

I know this is a lot
to process.

[sighs]
Honestly, I just--

I want this all
to be over with.

If anyone finds out
I snitched on Damian,

I'm as good as dead.

Damian won't suspect
a thing, all right?

You just go
into work as usual.

And when we move in,
we're gonna cuff you

just like everybody else.

If anything goes wrong, just
text that number we gave you.

I don't know
how I got in this deep.

I started dating Damian, and
suddenly I'm running his books.

I never wanted to be
this person.

Well, tomorrow you wake up
with a clean slate.

We apprehend him,
we drop all your charges,

and you walk.

And how you live
the rest of your life

is completely
up to you.

[exhales shakily]

[sniffles]
Okay.

It's time.

(Lang)
You're over here.

Each vest has a body cam

that live-feeds video
back to headquarters.

You guys rent
satellite time.

I think we own one.

Huh.

Helmets are mic'd up.

Every guy's got you
right in their ear.

SWAT's trained
out of Quantico.

Give me your weapon.

Oh, my 19
goes everywhere I go.

This is a federally assigned
Glock .45

with extended magazine,

plus an additional
25 rounds.

- It's very nice, but I'm good.
- I'm not.

Take the .45.

[tires screeching]

[tools grinding]

(man)
Get down on the ground!

(Lindsay)
Get down on the ground now!

(man 2)
Get down! Get down!

(man)
Let me see your hands!
Get 'em up.

(man 1)
Nobody move!

[alarm blaring]

(agent)
FBI! Search warrant!

They knew
we were coming.

.

What do you got
for us today, Sarge?

You're on light duty until
you heal from your shooting.

My personal and my city doctors
cleared me.

I'm fine.

But your Sergeant says
you're not,

so behind the desk
until I say.

What desk?
Ugh!

Me?

N--What?
No.

What are you gonna do?

Commander Fischer wants
district supervisors

to re-acclimate themselves
to the streets.

That's what
I'll be doing today.

Oiled up my wheel gun
and everything.

- Oh, Heavens.
- It's not--

Squad's gassed up,
Sergeant.

Sergeant, I don't know
the first thing about--

No one spends more time

drooling in front
of this Formica than you.

You've seen
how it works.

But, Burgess...

What?

Uneasy lieth the head
that weareth the crown

upon the top
of thine head.

- What does that mean?
- She knows.

I don't, actually.

Let's roll.

You sure you're ready
to be back so quick?

What? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.

Just don't push yourself
too hard, all right?

All that surveillance,
and we didn't know

about the secondary
loading dock?

The blueprints we were
working off didn't include it.

Cook County Assessor's office
hadn't updated the files.

God knows how long they were
gone by the time we got there.

We're not getting a signal
from any of the trackers

on Mendoza's vehicles,
and Kylie's phone is shut off.

There's no way
to track it.

We can put out
an investigative alert,

but the plates have probably
been switched by now.

Get Homeland Security
on the line.

Make sure they got eyes
at every border checkpoint.

Kylie played us,
plain and simple.

How much do we really know
about that girl?

We flipped her in some
small-potatoes drug bust.

You know the type.

Two-month investigation
with national jurisdiction--

we're back to square one.

Mendoza could be anywhere
with that money right now.

This is his home base.

And if there's one thing
I know about this city,

it's that there's plenty
of places to hide.

CPD has a Fugitive
Apprehension Unit.

Let's get them
on the line.

Is there a problem?

I know Sergeant Howells
over there.

Their unit isn't
exactly careful.

Mendoza would hear us coming
from a mile away.

You got
a better suggestion?

Let me call
my old unit.

No one knows their way
around this city

better than Intelligence.

You can vouch
for these guys?

100%.

You're sure?

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm happy to help.

All right, Erin,
we'll head over now.

Hmm.

This should be interesting.

Really, Burgess?
I thought we were cool.

We are cool.
We're totally cool.

Assigning me the only car
in the district

without a working heater?
I'm gonna freeze my rocks off.

Last I drove it,
it worked fine.

Last you drove it,
it was June.

You want a new car,

you get a new car.

Okay, vehicle 4720,
all yours.

I'll get R service
to check out the old one.

You're true blue, Burge.
Thanks.

[chuckles]

See? It's nothing but honey
up in here.

Oh, check you out.

When did you pass
the Sergeant's exam?

Don't ask.

Uh, what's going on?

Lindsay's task force
called us in.

How you doing,
first day back and all?

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Come on,
get out of here.

Okay.

I don't care
who knows it.

Our CI, Kylie, was supposed
to alert us

if anything went sideways.

Best we got is that
she tipped off Mendoza

before we raided.

We think they're still
in Chicago, most likely looking

for alternative means to move
their cartel cash to Mexico.

And that's where
our unit--

your unit--sorry--
comes in.

You guys know Chicago.

We need your help
tracking down the key players

in Mendoza's operation.

Sounds good.

We need Intelligence to focus
on Mendoza's three lieutenants--

Emilio Quentin, Eduardo Fuentes,
and Franco Gamboa.

We find them, they'll lead us
to Mendoza and the money

and hopefully Kylie.

Lieutenants it is.

You know, there are
other guys in the cartel.

You look
into any of them?

Mendoza is the only Zeta member
we were able to get eyes on.

But if you find a name,
follow it down.

(Castillo)
We got a problem.

Kylie's brother just filed
a missing-persons report.

Her brother?
What's his story?

(Lang)
He's nobody.

Call OEMC,

have them redact that bulletin,
bring the brother in.

We don't want any other agency
touching this case.

One of our techs
can get you set up

in a conference room.

Analysts are
at your disposal.

We know
what we got to do.

Prefer to run this
out of our own shop,

if it's all the same.

Stay in contact.

Of course.

Good to see you.

Working with
your old unit...

There's no problems,
right?

Not at all.
We're a family.

As long as you understand,
they work for us now.

Got it.

(Lang)
Officer Lindsay,
Carlos Rosales...

Kylie's brother.

- Hi.
- Hi.

She yours?

Uh, no, this is Kristina.

It's Kylie's daughter.

Kylie dropped her off
at my house two days ago.

She said she was gonna
leave Damian.

Now I haven't heard
from her.

Do you have any idea

where Mendoza
might have taken your sister?

No idea.

We were supposed to move in
with our cousin in Orlando.

We bought one-way tickets
and everything.

Kylie didn't want her kid around
guys like Mendoza anymore.

[Kristina whines]
- Please find her.

Her and Kristina
are all the family I got.

We'll do everything
we can.

Get comfy.

The two of you
aren't going anywhere

until we catch
this maniac.

- Leave something out?
- What do you mean?

You've should told me
that Kylie has a daughter.

She's got a grandma
in Minneapolis

and a tree-nut allergy.

- Why does it matter?
- Because the way I work...

every detail
about a CI matters.

Well, now that you know
that she has a kid,

how does it change things?

It means
she wasn't playing us.

There is no way she'd risk
her daughter's life

and lie to the DEA.

Wherever she is,
she is there against her will.

Hmm.

Maybe.

[sighs]

[exhales deeply]

[sighs]

.

- You gave Garcia a new car.
- Okay.

But no MP3 jack--that's hardly
a reason to switch out.

But you gave Garcia
a new car.

Walk. Leave. Now.

So how's it going,
acting Desk Sergeant Burgess?

All good.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know,
a little velvet glove here,

a little iron fist there--
I think I've got it down.

So it's that easy?

You mastered my job
in two hours?

No, no, no.
That's not what I'm saying.

[stammering]

- No, I don't have it maste--
- Trudy.

Cermak and Pulaski.

Yeah, that's my old beat.

Task force raided
M & B Sheet Metal this morning.

Place was a front
for Damian Mendoza.

He's a money smuggler
for the Zetas.

Talk to your CIs,

see if they saw anyone
coming in or out.

I'll go see a man
about a horse.

Thought about
what we discussed?

Hell, yeah.

Well, let's talk
after shift.

I wouldn't mind
the federal paycheck.

It would be a lot more
than I make now.

I wouldn't mind
some of those flat screens.

Take this place out the '70s
if you put them in here.

They got nice offices
and all,

but I don't totally understand
Lindsay going there.

Why not?

I don't know. It's too uptight.
She's all rough and tumble.

I mean, maybe she's more of a
ladder climber than we thought.

- Ambition ain't a crime, kid.
[cell phone vibrating]

Fair enough.

Hey, hey.
The task force put trackers

on three of Mendoza's
work cars.

They all came back registered
to a Cassie Thomas.

Cassie Thomas.

There, Cassie Thomas.

Girlfriend
to Emilio Quentin.

Isn't that one
of the lieutenants?

(Halstead)
Yeah, it's him.

Here.

All right, Jay,
you read, I'll drive.

How much do you think one
of these condos sets you back?

A stick and a half,
at least.

I thought you were
the delivery guy.

Wish I was.

Nice cat.

Wow.

Emilio Quentin,

works for a guy
named Damian Mendoza.

I haven't seen Emilio
in years.

That right?

So, Cassie,

how's the nail salon doing?

You work part-time, right?

I do nail art.

You must have really scrimped
and saved to afford this place.

[Halstead chuckles]

Excuse you?

You can't come up in here
and judge me.

Having nice things isn't a crime
last I checked.

No, but buying things
with drug money is.

Second time now--
where's Emilio?

No clue.

One of the cars Mendoza used
in his operation

is registered
in your name.

Emilio bought me a car
after our first date.

It was that good.

Mm.
Too bad that same car

matches a partial plate ripped
from a homicide last month.

Makes you an accessory
to murder.

- Turn around.
- Let's go.

Wait! W-w-wait.
Okay!

Okay.

I swear on my life,
I don't know where Emilio is.

But I did--I-I did let him
buy some cars in my name.

And some
of my coworkers too.

How many cars?

Like, 34.

I don't know what he uses
them for, and I don't ask.

Look, Cassie,

what car
is Emilio driving now?

Atwater,
grab a pen.

We're looking
for a dark-green SUV

belonging
to Emilio Quentin.

[sighs]

34 cars?

That's how they
move the money.

Crazy.

That's our boy.

[tapping phone buttons]

Yeah, Ruzek, I just got a pop
on the NVLS plate reader.

The last reading puts Quentin
on the 5200 block

of Chicago, in traffic,
moving northbound.

(Ruzek)
All right, we got him,
we got him.

He's at Laramie and Division.
We got a visual.

Stop!

CPD.

Al?

Put the gun down.

[gun cocks]

Don't be stupid, honey!

.

Ma'am, lower your weapon.
We're police.

Make him put
his gun down first.

No way.

All right, both of you,
put your guns down now!

Get on your knees.
Get down.

So it looks like you'll
be needing a new partner

now that Burgess
is moving upstairs.

Man, you go through 'em
like cheap drawers.

Yeah, make sure the next one
knows I'm cursed.

Willy!
You changed seats.

Rodney and me, we switched
back in, like, '08.

He got tired
of the laundromat.

Mm. You still choking back
cherry vanilla?

Hey, don't go messing
with perfection.

Officer Roman,
meet Willy,

- official mayor of this block.
- Mm-hmm.

So you heard about the raid on
Pulaski at the sheet metal shop?

Do tend to hear things.

We're a little more interested
in what you saw, Willy.

Ahh.

Always people
coming and going.

Better to look
the other way, you know?

But I did recognize
some young guys

who make runs
for Urbina.

Esteban Urbina,
works for Zetas?

That's your last pack,
right, Willy?

- Oh, after this, I quit.
- Yeah.

- For good.
- [chuckles]

Thanks, Willy.
We'll see you around.

[sighs]
Hey.

- Hey.
[Kristina fussing]

Here you go.
Coffee.

And...

And for Miss Kristina.

[chuckles]

Here, want it?

She loves these things.

Kristina...
[gasps]

He practically jumped
into the bag.

He wanted to meet you
so bad.

It's for you.

Uh, thank you...

really.

Intelligence got one of
Mendoza's lieutenants--

- Emilio Quentin.
- I'll be right there.

I will get Kylie back.

I promise you.

Yeah.

I mean, Mendoza ran his
operation

out of a sheet metal shop.

Got everything you need
to run

a successful
trap car operation.

Let me at this bitch.

Federales.

Gentlemen.

(Castillo)
[clears throat]
Excuse me.

Oh, that's one of those
backscatter things, huh?

It sure is.

I've read about those.

[device humming, beeping]

Uh-huh.

Money's in the gas tank.

Go ahead.

[tool buzzing]
- Hey, uh, I got it.

You might want to
back up.

Gentlemen.

One way to
do it.

[tool buzzing]

(Atwater)
Damn, you can barely fit
anything in there.

Probably had to fill up
every 30 miles.

[impressed whistle]

Hmm, well, just eyeballing,

looks like 2 million there.

Oh...in Mexico,
they'd call that

"Lotto dinero."
[laughs]

[drum and cymbal sounds]

(Ruzek)
Never mind. It was a joke.

Ruzek stole my chair.

Ha!
Voight and Antonio

have Quentin in interrogation
right now.

Is he talking yet?

Not yet, but...

Voight hasn't had time
to stretch.

Hmm...

You know,

we no longer
work together,

so a lot of the old rules
and regulations,

they don't apply
anymore.

Quentin?

Interview room.

This way.

(Antonio)
Calculated criminal
drug conspiracy,

aggravated assault,
just the tip of the iceberg.

We can go round and round
like this all you want.

I don't talk until
I get my deal.

[impact]

You didn't
see that.

Where's Mendoza?

I ain't giving up
my boys

until I know I got
an agreement.

(Quentin)
Seven years max.

And protective custody.

You pull a gun on cops,

there is
no agreement.

I know how you guys work.

I don't think
you do.

You two.

(Voight)
You make a deal,

you put that piece
of trash

back on my streets
in no time flat.

He's a minnow.

And we need to move.

Look, the guy is
dead to rights.

They'll get him
to talk.

Anybody has a problem with
my decision-making,

take it up with
the A-USA.

I'm making the deal.

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Don't undercut me
again.

You got your deal.

Now tell us what
you know.

Come on,
you're his guy.

He trusts you.

He doesn't trust us.

I sure as hell
don't trust him.

Mendoza's messed up on
all kinds of stuff.

Strip searched us!

He said he found
some federal number

in his call logs.

What call logs?

Dude monitors
every call

out of his shop.

If somebody's talking
to the Feds,

whoever it is not
gonna be breathing long.

The plan was we drive
the cash to Laredo,

split four ways--
Mendoza and us three.

Then this morning,
he calls an audible.

Says we all gotta meet
at some scrap yard

in Ashburn because he wants
to drive the money in himself.

You were on your way
to meet him.

Hell no.
I'm trying to get out of town.

Give us the location
of the scrap yard.

Got an address.

Great.
Let's hit it.

Listen, Hank,
I'm sorry about the--

Don't even think
about it.

Lang's your boss now.

That's who you need
to make happy, all right?

We'll follow you.

Schmansky and I used to
come here all the time.

Who's Schmansky?

Kip Schmansky,
my first partner.

Always ordered
carne asada

with extra onions.

[shudders]
Should have

bought stock in
Pine Fresh.

We get a call to
this robbery one time...

Couple of guys ransacked
a jewelry store.

We get there,

and from the jump,
guys are shooting at us.

Schmansky's got
the first guy covered.

I go for
the second guy,

and my gun jams.

Schmanksy gets a round off
and puts the guy down,

but, oh, my God,
I felt terrible.

What are you gonna do?
Your gun jammed.

That is not how I saw it
at the time.

I started
second-guessing myself.

Lost my edge.

I was a liability.

Every cop knew it.

So Schmansky
gets me this.

Cobra Revolver.
Never jams.

Slide never
locks back.

Hell of a partner.

Best one I ever had.

You heard that saying,

"Ballplayers need
a short memory

at the plate"?

Same goes for cops.

What happened
to Burgess happened.

Let it go.

Get your ass back
in the game.

Done with these?

Actually, Theo...

We have a few questions
about your boss,

Esteban Urbina.

[car door slam]

(Antonio)
Looks like Mendoza and his
lieutenants met up already.

They could be halfway
to Mexico by now.

(Lang)
Hey! Over here!

(Lang)
Fuentes and Gamboa,

Mendoza's two
other lieutenants.

(Lindsay)
This was a setup
to take all the money.

No wonder Quentin
wanted out.

Mendoza's burning it
to the ground.

Who know what he'll do
to Kylie

.

And we gave Quentin
a reduced sentence for this.

So you're one of those
"I told you so" guys.

Am I?

Hey, everybody chill out,
all right?

I'm talking to you too.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah, Trudy,
talk to me.

(Trudy)
Got something you may
be able to work with.

I'm listening.

So, a CI of mine

saw a kid making runs
to Mendoza's counting house.

Turns out he works
for a cartel player

named Urbina.

She broke this kid down
like a cardboard box.

Stop it.

Urbina's a
mid-level Zetas guy,

Works with Mendoza.

We never got eyes
on him.

Also got
a watering hole for you.

Green Mill.

It's nice work.

All right,
we did it your way.

I mean...

Now let us do it ours.

What do you say,
Erin?

What's the call?

I'd say we let Sergeant Voight
and his team do their thing.

And we keep looking for Kylie
on our end.

Fine.

Do it.

Castillo,
we're outta here.

Guys,
we're not open yet.

(Voight)
Urbina. Hanging out in
Al Capone's old joint.

Got a high opinion
of yourself.

Well, I'm a fan
of history.

Mm-hmm.
- We'll deal you back in.

Damian Mendoza...

tell us how
to find him.

Name doesn't
sound familiar.

We already got his lieutenant,
Emilio Quentin.

This is some of the money
he was driving down to Mexico.

All I see
is some cash.

I don't think
he understands.

Bro, there's
a 10% finder's fee.

That's $800K.

We don't want you.

We just want you
to tell us

how to
find Mendoza.

We'll give you 24 hours
to get out of Chicago.

Or the people
you work for,

they're going to hear
all about

how you led us
to their money.

I'll make sure
of that.

Does that cash have something
like this in it?

(Voight)
No.

Means
the tracking card

we put
in the shipment

is still in there.

Gotta keep tabs on
a guy like Mendoza.

Not that I know him.

Lang, how long's it take
you guys

to track an RFID card?

About six seconds.

(Hawkins)
What's the RFID tracker
say now?

Copy that.

Lindsay said Mendoza's
50 meters away.

That's gotta be him up ahead
in this scrap metal truck.

Mendoza's in
a flatbed truck

heading eastbound
on 18th street.

(Lindsay)
Got it.

Take the next left.

[siren wailing]

[car honk, swerving]

[thud]

Block the intersection
of Orson and 16th.

.

[siren wailing]

(Ruzek)
Halstead, we're on your six.

Antonio, he's heading
toward Randolph!

[sirens continuing]

Get out of the truck!

[grunts]

Put your hands
behind your back.

You okay?

Come on.
Come here. We got you.

There we go.
It's okay.

Come here.
Come on.

- It's okay.
- [muffled coughing]

(Hawkins)
Get up!

Are you all right?
Come on.

This is it.

Open it.

Watch out, dawg,
I got it.

That's gonna
photograph real nice.

I'll take your word
for it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Glad I caught you
before you left.

You, uh...doing okay?

Oh, maybe a little
carpal tunnel

from being behind
the desk, but

I'll pull through.

Really, God,
I'm fine.

Not that anyone
believes me.

I should have been there
to cover you at that house.

Roman...

I don't blame you,
okay?

I don't blame anyone.

Well, aside from the nut
that rigged up the shotgun.

Hey, you can't carry around
this guilt anymore, okay?

I won't allow it.

So tomorrow's
your first day?

Oh, yeah.

Big shot
in Intelligence.

I'm gonna miss
working with you.

You're a hell
of a cop.

They'll be lucky
to have you.

Come on in, Burgess.
Sit down.

Sir, I'm--I'm gonna
respectfully

decline Intelligence.

Wasn't the answer I expected.

I know Intelligence
is this...

huge opportunity...

It's just I'm not ready
to be off the beat yet.

My partner and I,
we went through something

with that shooting.

And, you know,
I'm just--

I'm not going to leave him
until we can both

put it behind us.

My heart's in uniform.

At least right now.

I couldn't ask
for anything more

in one
of my patrolmen.

Kylie,
you got a sec?

- Hey.
- Hey.

So Damian's going to prison
for the rest of his life.

So you never have to
worry about him again.

I hate to ask this,
but, um,

that, uh, CI money's coming,
right?

I really need it.

Like, uh, right now.
[laughs]

I'll take care of it.

You did great.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

[sighs]

So I know how Intelligence
gets their CIs money,

but I don't actually know
how we go about it.

[laughs]

Everything you hear
about Washington is true.

It's inefficient,
bureaucratic,

and a pain in the ass.

[chuckles]
Well,

if there are hoops
I have to jump through,

I'm more than willing.

Kylie needs that money to
get back on her feet.

DOJ still needs
to review the case.

Hell, they may not award
her any money at all.

I gave her my word.

Look, we reunited her
with a daughter

and took nearly 8 million
in dirty cash off the streets.

It's time
to celebrate.

Let's talk about this
after the press conference.

You ready for this?

Actually, I'm gonna
sit this one out.

You kicked ass today.

Big things ahead
for you.

We successfully
dismantled

[knock on door]
a major drug money

smuggling operation
within the Zetas cartel.

With the help of
the Chicago Police Department,

we were able to apprehend
Damian Mendoza,

one of the most wanted fugitives
in the country.

Hey.

Hey.

Am I interrupting
anything?

Uh...just your own
press conference.

- Do you wanna come in?
- Yeah.

So this is how you're
spending your evening.

You must really miss me.

They didn't let you do
any of the talking.

No offense to Lang,

but you're a little easier
on the eyes.

It's not really
my scene.

Plus, you know,
Voight's got a rule.

You never get
your picture in the paper.

You wanna talk
about your day?

Not really.