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I don't like telling
people things twice.

(Jay)
Voight knows.

I said we should
come clean a month ago,

and I'm gonna
go talk to him.

You know it's
different for me.

We'll cool it,
for now.

I wish I could have seen
more of your city.

It's beautiful,
even when it isn't.

I want you so bad
right now.

(Kim)
My place, one hour.

I don't care
who knows it.

Okay, everybody.

Tomorrow, hundreds
of business leaders

from around the world
descend on the city,

and we're gonna send
a serious message

to these leeches.

Everyone down?

(all)
Hell yeah!

Now, I know we've
all grown tight

over the last few weeks,

but remember to keep
using your code names.

We're gonna need volunteers

to carry the
cell-jammer backpacks.

You guys.

We're also gonna need
volunteers to carry

and throw
the motor oil bombs.

- Right here.
- You, you, and you.

(Mad Max)
I'll text all of you details

when I've decided
on the best time

to hit the target.

We're gonna show
these corporate scumbags

a thing or two.

United.

(all)
United!

Hey.

I'm on to you.

Your name: Alcott.

You got it from
Louisa May Alcott,

author of Little Women.

I didn't know she
was an environmentalist.

It's the name
of a hardware store

near my apartment.

Don't front.

You can be sensitive
around me.

Your name,
all right: Sierra.

Is it because you drink
a lot of Sierra Mist?

Maybe, or it means
that my parents

are lifelong members
of the Sierra Club.

Or that.

Let me show you
the trick to that, kid.

Come here.

All right, so when
you're cutting the bottle,

you don't want
to cut too deep, right.

Otherwise when you go
to throw the jug,

it'll rupture.

It'll get spilled
back all over you.

Hmm, easy enough.

Yeah.

So I've got a bone
to pick with you.

We exchanged numbers
last week,

and you still
haven't called.

Well, it is
a post-feminism world, darling.

You got my number too.

All right, how's this
for post-feminism?

When this is over,
I'm taking you

to my favorite noodle shop,
on me,

and you'll just
have to like it.

I will do my best.

And if you're lucky,
I'll tell you my real name.

See you tomorrow.

Okay.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

This was just
delivered for you.

Who's it from?

Olivia Benson,

Special Victims Unit,
New York.

What's it say?

Nothing.

Hey, put it in
my office, will you?

Yeah.

All right.

How long you gonna
milk that flesh wound?

Yeah, you collecting
disability now?

Doc says it comes off
in a few days.

Anyone else want to try out
for Second City,

or can we get down
to business?

(Hank)
Good.

Downtown is a mess
with protesters.

This World Trade Conference
kicks off tomorrow,

and HQ's on my back
about threat reports.

So where are we?

Swore I spent the last
week making banners

with a bunch of
wannabe anarchists.

Biggest threat they pose
is depleting

Chicago's marijuana supply.

Al, let me see your eyes.

I'm just getting over
some hay fever.

Uh-huh.

I spent the last few nights

with the Natural Earth
Brotherhood hippies

from Oregon.

We spent our waking hours

collecting human waste
in buckets

to throw from the rooftops
of Michigan Avenue.

That's disgusting.

Yeah, all right.

What about your
group, Ruzek?

The Black Grid.

Yeah, environmental extremists.

At least that's
what they claim.

The big plan is to throw oil
on capitalist pigs,

embarrass them
on the news or something.

All right,
we're already late

for this threat
assessment meeting.

Just grab your files,
and let's go.

Al...you seriously--

You smell like weed, man.

I'm in a windowless van

with a bunch of guys
ripping bong hits.

So, yeah, I smell a little bit.
[phone chirps]

Did you try
a little, though?

You did, right?
A little tokey-toke?

You're saved
by the bell, brother.

My UC phone, maybe it's
a message about tomorrow.

(Sierra)
Hey, it's Sierra.

Please help, I'm at the Wexford,
room 2023, please--please come.

[loud crash, both exclaiming]

Whoa, whoa.

That's her.

What do you mean?

50-21 Charlie.

Emergency.

Roll an ambulance
to 17 East Walton.

[elevator dings]

[pounding]

This is Secretary Sosa's floor.

You're not allowed
up here without clearance.

I'm a Chicago
police officer.

We got to shut
this floor down.

Whose room is this?

[pounding]

[speaks Spanish]

[sirens approaching]

[dance music playing]

*

[music gets louder]

*

Take a seat.

So you're our friend
from the police.

I heard there
was an accident.

Turn the music off.

Turn it off.

Come over here.

Everybody set down
your champagne.

Party's over.

You're in charge?

Yes, I am.

Which one of you is staying
in room 2023?

Who is it?

I'll have to check
with my cultural liaison.

She rented the entire floor
for my staff.

Good, everybody
take a seat.

Nobody's going anywhere.

You too.

Take a seat.

Mr. Secretary.

Agent Rose, I was informed
that we have a problem.

Yes, Secretary.

We're looking into it.

FBI.

This hotel is
part of my detail

during the convention.

Yeah, we definitely
have a problem.

A girl just died
falling out of your window.

- Let's talk outside.
- Did you hear what I just said?

A girl just fell
out this man's window.

I understand
the situation.

Don't put
your hands on me.

(Agent Rose)
Easy.

Let's talk outside.

Ciao.

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

Sarge, found your guy
off the reservation

trying to question
a foreign dignitary.

Fabian Sosa's
here on behalf

of the South American
delegation.

I don't care
who that guy is, man.

Sosa's traveling with
diplomatic immunity.

You want to speak
with him,

you have to request an
interview through his counsel.

We're talking
about a dead girl

that clearly fell
from that guy's floor.

Could be suicide.

It's not suicide;
I got a mess--

Ruzie, Ruzie...

Go get some air.

You know this badge
says our city.

It's our victim,
our investigation.

Absolutely.

But the hotel is under
federal jurisdiction.

We'll question Sosa
and keep you in the loop.

Appreciate it.

Hey...

Hey, Adam.

Are you okay?

I'm telling you,
she didn't kill herself.

She just called me;
she was in trouble.

Wait, what?

You knew her?

- Yeah.
- How?

Name was Felicia Hughes.

She was a straight-A
liberal arts student

at DePaul.

A few priors for
disturbing political rallies,

but that's it.

What was she doing
at the Wexford?

I don't know.

More specifically, what's she
doing at the Wexford

in 6-inch heels
and a miniskirt?

(Antonio)
These big trade conferences,

they attract high-priced escorts

who come in
from all over the country.

Maybe she was trying
to earn some tuition money.

There is no way.

This girl wasn't the type.

How can you be sure?

You didn't even know
her real name

till an hour ago.

(Alvin)
What about the Black Grid group?

You think they had
anything to do with this?

They're not killers,
you know?

They're college kids
with oil jugs.

Either way, have patrol
sit on their meeting place.

What about people
in Felicia's life?

Maybe they know something.

Boss, I'm
telling you,

this guy Sosa,
he knows something.

Fabian Sosa's from a big,
politically connected family.

Apparently he's in town

to negotiate
some natural gas deal.

Well, too bad, 'cause we
can't get anywhere near him.

The feds are afraid
we're gonna set off

some sex scandal
with a foreign crony.

(Kevin)
I got a CI escort
who works the Wexford.

I can reach out.

Do it.

All right, you start
with the body.

Hey, keep him company.

Was she a party girl?

No.

No, she was, like...

full of life.

Out of that whole group
that I was under with,

this girl,
she actually stood out.

She was different.

Was she a flirt?

Yeah, a little.

I mean, you know,
she's a young pretty girl.

Of course she was.

Nothing happened
between her and me, man.

Nothing at all.

All right?

The tox report won't be in
until at least next week.

And the blood test
shows alcohol

and benzodiazepine.

Xanax.

That or something
like it.

And she has bruising
behind her left triceps,

which might indicate
someone right-handed

grabbed her forcibly.

Okay, so homicide.

That's your job.

(coroner)
But if she was thrown over,

with all that booze
and pills in her,

I doubt she could have
put up much of a fight.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

[voice breaking]
That's her.

It's Felicia.

You guys the police?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hughes, we're so
very sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry to do this, sir.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Yeah.

Was Felicia living
at home, sir?

Yeah, she was.

Do you know if she was
supposed to meet

with anyone tonight?

I wouldn't know.

Was she having problems
with anyone, a boyfriend?

No, no, everybody loved her.

If you knew her,
you loved her.

I knew her.

Copy that, Sergeant.

Voight wants us
to hang around

and see if anyone
from Black Grid shows up.

You want half?

I'm good.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Back in the 31st,
you ever work undercover?

Yeah, a bunch of times.

My go-to
is the Irish guy

scoring weed
for his friends.

You ever meet
a girl undercover?

One time, I got loaned
out to gangs,

was paired up with this CI,
smoking-hot biker chick.

(Roman)
We pretended to be a couple,

bought guns
off the outlaws.

The things you got to do
to convince people

you're boyfriend
and girlfriend...

I'll leave it at that.

So were you and Jen
together then or...?

Yeah, I think so, why?

Listen, there's
no way Ruzek

had something going on
with the victim.

The guy adores you.

I know it's part
of the job.

I just...
I...

Someone he knew died.

He's pissed off.

Let him run with it.

You'd want him
to do the same for you.

I do want half.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey.

I've got a date
with a dentist.

Do you know how hard it is
to land a good dentist?

Were you working
the Wexford earlier?

You see her there?

I heard about her.

Such a shame.

Yes or no?

Yeah, she was there.

I noticed her because
I'd never seen her before.

She looked
a little nervous.

It looked like it was
her first time out tricking.

So she was
on the clock.

She wasn't there
for the bar snacks.

Was she approached
by anyone?

Um...yeah,

some big-shot Latin guy,

with one hell of a suit.

Him?

Him.

[sighs]

So why would she be
hooking at the Wexford?

All right, maybe
it's a honey trap

set up by the Black Grid.

Get picked up
by someone at the conference,

someone like
this prick Sosa, right?

Incriminate him.

Now, how they knew that
he would beeline for her

instead of all the other girls
in the bar that night,

I don't know, but--

Because she was 18.

Well, I put a call
into Interpol--

one of the few perks
of working on a task force--

and it turns out Sosa has quite
a reputation with the ladies.

They've linked him
to escort services

in half a dozen cities.

He was even charged
with soliciting

down in Australia,

but his consulate
got it squashed.

(Mouse)
And I've got his itinerary.

He's supposed to go
to a global currency meeting

at McCormick Place
in an hour.

Let's grab him up.

You know we can't
legally detain Sosa

without the feds'
cooperation, right?

And Agent Rose hasn't
returned any of my calls.

So read into that
however you want.

Are you kidding me?

This girl's from Lincoln Park.

She's from Chicago.

We're gonna let this guy
come in...

and kill her and throw her
out a window like a bag of trash

and then he just
gets away with it?

Is that how
we're gonna play this?

You ever hear of rendition?

We have.

All right,
everybody vest up.

We're gonna show him
the Chicago version.

[tires screech]

Guns on the ground!

CPD!
Gun on the ground now!

(officer)
Drop your weapon!

(Erin)
Put the gun down!

(officer)
Drop your weapons, do it!

(officer)
Guns down!

Hey.

You know where you are?

This is Chicago.

Our soil.

And believe me...

One way or another,

we're gonna talk
to your boss.

What about you?

You think I'm bluffing?

Put your gun down.

Put your gun down.

(officer)
Guns down, put 'em down.
Get against the car.

(officer 2)
Hands on the car now!

(officer)
Hands against the car.

Hands against the car.

Come on.

When I get to your station,

I'm calling
the Argentine consulate.

Well, we ain't going
to no station, honey.

Come here.

Hey, jagoff.

- Come on, come on.
- Carmine.

Got some wine here.

We're good, Carm,
thanks though.

What happened
at the hotel?

I've already talked
to the FBI.

Now you're talking
to us.

I don't know who she is.
I never met her.

I don't know how she died.

You were seen leaving
the hotel bar with her.

Whoever is making that claim
is mistaken.

One of you is.

(Alvin)
So you pick her up at the bar.

You take her
up to your room.

You ask her
for something

she didn't
want to provide,

or she insulted you,
whatever the reason,

things went bad,
right?

But you don't look to me

like the kind of guy
who does the heavy lifting.

Oh, you got
other people for that?

(Alvin)
What? What--what happened?

One of your bodyguards
come in, toss her over?

I mean, if so,
just give us his name,

and you'll walk.

I've already told you,

I have no idea
what happened to that woman.

Now, I want to be released,
and I want my phone back.

The funny thing
about that phone.

Our tech guy
is on it right now.

Took him about two minutes
to crack mine.

What's he gonna find
on yours?

You are making
a massive, massive mistake

right now.

I've made them before.

Hey, chuckles.

Detective Chuckles,
if you don't mind.

Little donnybrook
down at Kitty O'Shea's.

Officer on the scene wanted
to know if you'd stop by.

To do what, show him
how to do his job?

No, keep your brother
from getting locked up.

- Hey, sarge?
- There you go.

[men shouting]
- Hey, Tommy, that's it!

- That's it!
- 21-30 squad.

It's gonna be
an ID, Paul.

What'd he do?

Nothing, it's these
other two knuckleheads.

But he kept getting
between me and them, so...

Hey.

Jay.

What the hell's
going on?

[men shouting]

What are you doing?

I don't care who.

One of them's
got to go.

Tommy, nothing against you.

Take a walk.

- Aw, come on, man--
- Walk!

He's the problem.

All right, we're good.

- That was fun.
- Yeah, good time.

Hey, I thought you were
getting in next week.

I moved it up.

How long you in town for?

They haven't
decided yet.

Can we get another round
back there, please?

Don't you have
a medical practice,

something like that?

I took a break.

So you got fired?

Dude, just tell me.

Will you relax
and have a beer?

Can't, man, I'm working.

That's right.

Get over here.

It's good to see you.

Stop by the district later.

I will, I will.

Go save the city.

Did you crack
Sosa's phone yet?

Yeah, like,
two minutes ago.

Then you pick up
the phone and call me.

Yes, ma'am.

Lindsay.

Yep.

Can I see it?

Hmm?
Yeah, of course.

Here, just one second.

Is it legal to open
unread emails?

We're pretty much past
that at this point.

Okay.

"You will deposit $200,000
into the following account

"within 12 hours,
or this video

"will be released
to news outlets worldwide.

"You are already
a philanderer.

Do you want to be
called a murderer?"

That--that's
a blackmail letter.

You think?

Okay, you're being
sarcastic.

Okay, that's cool.

That's all right.

I deserved it,
won't happen again.

And...there's
a video attached.

Well, that's your girl--
well, our girl.

Can I say that
now that I'm on the team?

Can you fast-forward this?

Que preciosa.

(Erin)
Send it to Voight.

[heavy breathing]

You can turn it off now.

Never met
Felicia Hughes, huh?

She said her name
was Sierra.

Hmm.

She approached me
at the bar.

We talked.

And, well,
you know the rest.

But I swear,

when I left that room,
she was alive.

I swear on my
daughter's life.

Well, he's not
blackmailing himself.

Exactly, exactly,
thank you.

You see anybody
on the 20th floor

didn't belong there?

Not that I recall.

She seemed really unhappy.

I really thought
she jumped.

You got a beef with
anybody on your staff?

No.

I mean, petty stuff.

No one who would
do something like this.

Mouse got a location
for where the email was sent.

Our guys are
checking out a house

owned by Jeanette Rutowski.

You know that name?

No.

I never heard of it.

Get up.

I imagine you want us
to keep quiet

about that video.

Let's come to some agreement
as to why you were brought here.

[chuckles]

I wanted to see Chicago.

Mm-hmm.

We came here
for a drink.

Your friend Carmine
gave me a cup

of lovely white zinfandel
from that box of wine

he had by his feet.

Cheers.

It's locked.

Rutowski, Chicago PD.

Clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Hey.

Oh-ho.

Look at this.

Rutowski sure has
a lot of fake IDs.

You son of a bitch.

You recognize him?

It's Mad Max.

He's the leader
of Black Grid.

(Antonio)
This is Mason Rutowski,
AKA Mad Max.

Turns out he's
a part-time instructor

of political science
at DePaul.

We checked with
the county assessor's office.

Max's mother,
Jeanette Rutowski.

she passed away
a few months back,

left him the house.

The reason the deed wasn't
transferred to his name yet,

he couldn't afford
to pay the back taxes.

So if I'm a broke
part-time teacher

living in
my mom's basement,

I might be looking
to shake somebody down

for some cash.

We got an investigative
alert lodged

to state police
and the sheriffs.

All right, all right.

Mad Max--
Rutowski--

is supposed to
send out instructions

to all the Black Grid
members today.

Just got this:
"2:00 PM, Freedom Plaza.

Target, Saudi Prince,
bring your helmets."

They wear
motorcycle helmets

to conceal
their identities.

All right,
let's hit the plaza.

We'll surveil the group
and pick him up.

Sarge, we got
another problem.

They got cell jammers.

Block reception
in the entire area.

No, no, no, we could use
the old CPD analog radios.

They use that old
trunk band.

You ain't blocking
those babies.

I'll dig 'em up.

(Agent Rose)
I told you, hands off Sosa.

Then you kidnap him?

He wanted to see Chicago.

You didn't think his
bodyguards would contact me

to say that your unit
grabbed him

off the street
in broad daylight?

Did you talk
to Sosa himself?

'Cause I'm sure
he has a different story.

I did.

White zinfandel, huh?

Seemed to enjoy it.

I could have you arrested
for official misconduct.

That goes for all of you.

Agent Rose,
there's no need to go there,

Because if the sergeant here
so much as looks

at another foreign dignitary,

I'll strip his badge myself,

and I'll reassign
his entire unit to patrol.

Am I clear, Sergeant?

Yes, Commander.

Listen,
I'd see you out,

but I have paperwork
to bury this unit in.

[laughs slightly]

(protesters)
The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

(Hank)
Patrol, can you hear me?

(Roman)
Yes, sir,
I got eyes on the front row.

(Hank)
Lindsay, what's your 20?

I've got eyes
on the ground.

Ruzek, you see
any familiar faces?

Negative, boss.

(Adam)
Getting another message.

It says,
"Time to change the world.

Cell-jammers,
the time is now."

(protesters)
The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

Yeah, they're here.

(Adam)
All right, I see
some Black Grid people

with cell-jammers
heading towards the barricade.

I don't see Rutowski.

I'm gonna follow them,
see if I can find him.

Lindsay, you cover him.

The rest,
you handle the others.

Got it.

(protesters)
The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

Hey.

Guys, what's up?
You seen Mad Max?

No?

Hey, Mad Max,
you seen him?

Hey, where the hell's Mad Max?

He said he'll be here.
I don't know when.

All right.

(protesters)
The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

The whole world's watching!

(Kim)
Out of the way, out of the way!

What did I say?

You, give me this.

Where's Mad Max?

(Hank)
Got more helmets moving in.

This way.

Out of the way!

- Chicago PD, stop right there!
- Stop what you're doing.

(officer)
Back up, back up!

Get against the wall--hey!

Spread out,
spread your hands out.

Spread your hands out
and don't move.

Helmets off!

CPD, helmets off!

(Erin) Chicago PD!
- Where's Mad Max?

Take your helmets off!

- Off!
- Burgess!

- Hey!
- Got him!

[taser zaps]

Stay down!

(Adam)
Hands behind your back.

Behind your back!

Man, I can't believe
you're a cop.

(Erin)
I hear the name Mad Max,

and I'm expecting a record
as long as my arm.

All I found on you
is a charge for trespassing

at an oil refinery
in Minnesota.

It was a Greenpeace rally.

No one was hurt.

Not that time.

You've certainly
upped your game

since then, haven't you?

We know you sent this
to Fabian Sosa.

$200,000?

Is that how you planned
on paying off your mom's house?

Use the rest
to fund your little group?

What?

Felicia Hughes,
she's the perfect dupe.

I mean, am I right?

(Adam)
She's a pretty girl.

She's trusting, naive.

You figure
you dangle her

in front of
a wealthy dignitary,

he's gonna take her
into his room.

You can come back later,
sting him for some cash.

I didn't write this.

I didn't send this.

Here's how we see it.

You con Felicia
into playing prostitute

so that hopefully
Damian Sosa

picks her up at the bar.

You feed her a bunch
of revolutionary B.S.

about how you're gonna
take down some oppressive tyrant

and rainbows are
gonna criss-cross the sky,

but she finds out you're just
there to line your pockets.

How dare you
even suggest that.

Then who did it?
Who did this?

I don't know.

Someone must have
hacked my internet.

Yeah, the whole "somebody
hacked my internet" defense

doesn't really hold up
in court, Matt.

[chair rattles]

Why'd you kill Felicia?

Oh, so this is how

you're gonna try
and bring me down?

Frame me for
a made-up murder?

You wish you were
that important.

Look at me.

All right.

Everybody you were
with last night.

Everyone.

(Platt)
Seriously,
just tell me what it is.

(Will)
Let me see.

- Does that hurt?
- A little bit.

- Okay.
- Free medical advice, Sergeant?

They'll charge me, like,
a $400 deductible

just to go into
the clinic near me.

It's okay, come on.

Um...

- Oh, god.
- What?

It's a dermahematoma.

What's that?

You need to go to
the hospital immediately.

What?

Is your car nearby?

Should I drive?

I'm just kidding.

It's a hickey.

Just rub
some aloe vera on it.

You should be fine.

Great.

Thanks for that, thanks.

Sorry.

How's New York?

Good.

Just needed
a little breather.

From what?

From VIP booths
and models?

What's the real reason?

When did you become
such a cynic?

Oh, what,
I can't take a vacation,

come back and hang
with my older brother?

So...

- Which one is she?
- Don't.

No, just nod your head.

(Will)
I mean, they're both hot.

Or is it that desk sergeant
from downstairs?

Yes, we're on
the backburner right now.

Aw.

Where you staying?

Dad's?

I was thinking
your place.

All right, I'm pretty
deep in a case right now,

so take a cab.

We'll get some food later
or something, all right?

Shut up, here she comes.

Okay.

Okay.

Lindsay, this is
my brother Will.

The surgeon.

Most days, yeah.

- Nice to meet you.
- Same here.

How long you in town?

Still figuring that out.

We should all hang out
sometime before you go.

[phone vibrating]
Definitely.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Um, I got to go.

I'll get at you later.

All right.

- See you around.
- See ya.

I met someone
from your family.

I didn't think that'd
be a big deal to you.

Jay, just because I don't
want to lose my job

doesn't mean I don't
care about you.

That's not gonna change.

Me too.

You need a hug, kid?

Two minutes, you know?

I'm there
two minutes earlier,

this girl's still alive.

I can't stop
thinking about it.

It's killing me.

Listen, man,
we catch this guy or not,

what matters is
what you're feeling right now.

When you hit 20 years
on this job,

that's what'll get you
to 25.

(Mouse)
Okay.

We ran all
the Black Grid members

in the cage through
the analytical software

to try and get a match
on that blackmail email.

I checked cell data networks,
VPNs, protocols.

- I even ran--
- You got the guy or not?

No.

What about Rutowski?

Four of his friends
alibi him out.

They say they were
with him last night.

(Hank)
Yeah, they're all probably
stoned out of their minds.

- We keep Rutowski in custody.
- [stammering]

Sergeant, me and Jay,
we got an idea.

See, we was in
the Helmand Province,

way the hell
up in the mountains.

It was me and Jay
and Rev,

and Sticks, the guy
with the skull tattoo

on his forearm, and--

(Hank)
Mouse, shut up.

Halstead, what's the idea?

Guy in our unit was
being held for ransom,

so we staged an exchange
with the kidnappers.

It's mostly classified.

Long story short,
we got him back.

We didn't spend a dime.

(Mouse)
We got Sosa's phone,

so I can send a message from
his email pretending to be him.

Say he doesn't want
a paper trail,

so he's gonna send
one of his drivers

to deliver the $200,000
in cash, in person.

We just wait
to see who shows up.

All right, sign $200,000
out of the 1505 funds.

Write up an ops plan
for Fischer.

Just tell him
we need it for flash.

This is you.

[motorcycle approaching]

Show me your hands.

I'm unarmed.

Let me see it.

$200,000.

Untraceable,
small bills.

All yours
for the original footage.

There it is,
no other copies.

The money.

All right, exchange is made.

Move in.

(Hank)
Remember he's armed.

What the hell?

Hey!

[panting]

Watch it!

[screams]

[yelps]

[horn blaring]

[tires screeching]

[both grunting]

Stay down.

This is the Pope.

He's a member
of the Black Grid.

I didn't sleep with him
so you could get rich.

(the Pope)
Keep your voice down.

You lied to me!

Who are you talking to?

Give it here.

I didn't kill Sierra.

Her name was Felicia.

She slipped.

It was an accident.

Someone slipping
in the shower is an accident.

Felicia was thrown out
a 20-story window.

She fought back tough,
didn't she?

If you say so.

Actually, the medical
examiner will.

You figured you'd get Sosa
on video having sex.

Ruins his reputation,
right?

He pays up, right?

What if I told you
it was Sierra's idea?

Her name is Felicia.

I'm not telling you that again.

We had an argument.

Yeah.

But she was high
on Xanax, and she fell.

Yeah, she was high.

She was high
because she knew

she had to go
through something

she wasn't comfortable
with, right?

But she did it
for the cause.

No, man.

Her idea.

She wanted to trap this dude
and blackmail him.

(the Pope)
She and I were just
arguing over my cut.

She started tripping out,
attacked me.

And she started crying.

And boom, a header
right through the window.

You pushed her.

Then you decided
to go ahead with your plan,

and you sent that video
from Rutowski's house

to cover your tracks
and frame his ass.

Sierra jumped on her own.

You say her real name.

Say her real name.

Say it.

Say it!

(Adam)
Say Felicia.

Huh?
Try it.

Felicia.

Felicia!

Fine.

Felicia.

But I didn't do anything.

Hey.

You're gonna tell me
what you did to that girl.

You're gonna tell me.

You understand?

Or I swear to god,

I'm gonna take you
for a drive.

I'm the only one
coming back.

She did it
for the cause.

You're right.

But I figured,

I might as well
make a little money

while we're at it.

And I told her
I would split it with her.

But she wouldn't
listen to me.

She said she was
gonna call the cops.

I didn't mean
to push her that hard.

Hey.

Hey.

So I heard that
you just happened--

There's a memorial service
for Felicia Hughes tomorrow.

I don't know about that,
I think all I want to do

is come over to your place
and order some food,

take, like, a week off.

Adam, you should go.

Hey, man.

(Will)
Yo.

What happened?

Hm.

I might not have
told you everything

about why I left New York.