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- Been trying to figure out
how to tell you

that I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

- Olinsky here.

- My name's Michelle.

My mom's Linda Sovana.

Said you could help.

- I don't know
what Linda told you.

- I guess you're my dad.

- Every cop I know
goes through a bad patch.

- All I did was party
a little too hard.

- Whatever you got going on,

know that I'm looking
out for you.

- Be a good thing for you
to give Erin some space.

- Let's go to work.

- Actually, I quit.

- [grunts]

- Bianca.

I came
as soon as you called.

- Shouldn't have called you.

Don't know what I was thinking.

I just know he doesn't
want me no more.

- If Benji's cheating on you
with someone else, forget him.

- I'm tired of this life,
Antonio.

- I can help you.

But you got to help me
and tell me where Benji is.

- Just so you can
go after his brother?

Then what?

- Then they both go away
for a long time.

We'll help you start over.

- You telling the truth?

- I swear.

That's it.

One step at a time.

- [crying]

- Good morning, ladies.

This is Benji Keyes,

known on the street
as Benji Bones.

Priors for possession
with intent to distribute,

concealed weapon,

and has been ID'd as a
street captain for his brother.

- Derek Keyes:

number one
on Chicago's most wanted.

Narcotics estimates

that over half the city's
heroin comes from Keyes.

Been after him for years.

Every time
they send in undercovers,

they hit a wall.

- CI of mine gave up
a location on Benji Bones.

We grab him,
he'll lead us to Derek.

- This can't
be a typical grab,

'cause if Derek finds out
we're onto him,

he'll dive deeper underground.

So we got to extract
Benji Bones

without anybody knowing.

That means everybody
gets blacked out.

- Sarge.
- Yeah?

- Curious, have you--
- No.

- We traded a few texts
a couple weeks back.

You think
I should reach out?

- She made her choice.

[dramatic music]

*

[device clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

- [whispering]
Chicago PD.

[toilet flushes]

- Who the hell--

[techno music]

*

- Yeah, come on.
Drink it.

[laughter]

[phone buzzing]

- Who's that?

.

- You know what I see
sitting there?

That's enough pure,
uncut H

to send you downstate
for a class X.

That's 30 years.

- You know what
I haven't seen yet?

A warrant.

- Listen, Benji.

I can put a case on you,

make a lot of people
who sign my checks happy.

You're a big catch.

We're looking
to hook a whale.

- Your brother Derek's a real
old-school gangster, isn't he?

Doesn't use phones,

only does business
face-to-face,

and that's if you're
in his inner circle.

- Like you are.

- You hear that?

Sounds like I ain't got
nothing to say

until my lawyer shows up.

- What about
your companion?

Maybe he'll talk.

- Nah, man,
he don't know nothing.

- Oh, Aaron Whittles.

You are 25.

Priors for possession
and misdemeanor theft.

[chuckles]

I...

I'm a little confused.

These are bad decisions
anyone could have made, Aaron.

So why did we snag you up
with Benji Keyes?

- We're just friends.

- Ah, well...

I think you're more than that.

Listen...

I'm not one to judge.

You know, if I knew anything
about relationships,

I wouldn't have lived
in my garage ten years.

So there's no--
no need to feel ashamed.

- I'm not.

He is.

- Listen, Benji.

I got no problem,
you want to step out

on your old lady
with another guy.

I only care--hey.

I only care
about one thing.

You serve up Derek,

I'll let Aaron walk.

- If I serve up Derek,
you let both of us walk.

- Oh, man.

- Ah.

[indistinct chatter]

Let me guess,
you had Mouse ping my phone?

- You know Voight put you
on three weeks furlough, right?

In case you change your mind.

That ends tomorrow.

- What do you want, Jay?

- I want to hear you
say it.

- Say what?

- That you're
no longer my partner,

that you're
throwing it all away.

Look me in the eye.
Tell me it's over.

- Are you done talking?

- I don't know
who you are,

but tell Lindsay
she made me a better cop,

if you ever see her again.

- Hey, Olinsky,
you got a sec?

Okay, so I got
my cup of coffee.

I got my "Times."

And like every morning,

I like to read
the sports page

before the calls come
pouring in.

But today I can
barely read a word,

because this girl,

Michelle Sovana
from juvenile detention,

keeps calling for you.

- Just give me the number.

I'll take care of it.

- Al, she's been
calling for weeks.

Obviously you don't
want to handle it.

What's going on?

It can't be that bad.

- A long time ago,
I slept with this woman

when I was undercover.

Turns out
this Michelle is...

my daughter.

- Wow.

- And the mom
is about to do four years

for embezzlement.

And I don't know
what to do with her.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

You have a friend who works
in juvenile detention, right?

- Yeah, Beatrice Mulaney.
- Good.

- I'll--I'll take care of it.

- What's up, Sarge?

- Nothing.

Hey, I've been meaning
to ask.

You and Boy Wonder,

you settle
on a wedding planner yet?

- Oh, uh, no.

I mean,
I've been asking around.

I haven't found anybody yet,
so it's--

- Good, I'll do it.

- What the hell is that?

- My wedding planner
from when I was engaged.

- To what?

- Tiger Beat,
go get some coffee.

This is girl talk.

- Have fun.

- Hey--

- Look at this dress.

Isn't it gorgeous?

- It's beautiful.

The ad says Woolworth's.

I think they went
out of business.

- Burgess, dreams never
go out of business.

Ever.

Go ahead, take this.

We'll talk later.

- I couldn't possibly--
- Take it.

- No, I could--it's so--
- Take it, Burgess.

- Thanks.

- [exhales]

Okay, here we go.

Who is
that handsome devil?

- All right, 100 grand
in small bills

from the 1505 fund, baby.

- I look like Mr. Uptown
or what?

- You look the part.

- Yo, Adam.
- Yeah.

- How come I ain't
heard nothing

about a bachelor party yet?

- Burgess and I haven't
even set a date yet, Kev.

- That's because
you need a party.

The party's
the most important part.

- Correction:
nothing happens

without a best man.

What do you say?

- Wait, like, me?

- Yeah, why not?

- I'd be honored, bro.

- All right.

- For real, man.

- It's on, all right.

- Okay, here we go.

Benji just confirmed
the location of the meet.

He's gonna intro Halstead
to Derek as a potential buyer

who can expand his market
into the North Side.

We get a deal on camera,
we'll move in.

- Where's the meet?

- Main terminal at Midway.

- That's a lot of moving parts.

Planes, trains, vehicles,

and the no-fly zone
over the airport.

- Hey, it's Derek Keyes.

We'll make it work.

- That's right.

Let's do it.

- Your brother better be here.

- My man, he will.

- All right, let's go.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Is that camera
up and running yet?

- Yeah, sir.

We got audiovisual
up and running.

- Who was that?

- Sarge, you want
one of us to follow that guy?

- No, stay with Halstead.

[indistinct chatter]

- Yo, this wasn't the plan.

- Listen.

You want to meet Derek.

It could be now or never.

- All right,
I'm rolling with this.

*

[jet whooshing]

- This him?
- Yeah.

Like I said,
he got heavy paper.

- Benji says you used to ride
with the Belz brothers.

- For a minute,

up in Bucktown.

- Those crazy white boys
still riding around

with chainsaws in their trunks?

- That's, uh, tradition.

But I'm looking to stake

a little piece of the world
for myself.

- Where'd you disappear to
last night?

- What?

I was home, man.

- This one told
a different story.

[man groaning]

- Your bodyguard says you
disappeared for a couple hours.

Funny thing is,
you forgot to put your shoes on.

- Are we gonna do
business here,

or are we gonna settle
a family dispute?

- Come on, man,
what, are you gonna rob me?

- We got a gun.

- Come on, brother.

[silenced gunshot]

- Shots fired, shots fired.

- Everybody move in!

- This way!

[Taser zapping]

[Halstead groaning]

- All right,
to the right, to the right!

[dramatic music]

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Stop right there!

- Listen, listen,
we're CPD intelligence.

We got a guy
beyond this checkpoint.

- We got to get through now.

Now!

- Let them through.

- Body!

- Central CPD Intelligence,

we got a DOA.

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- Sarge.

- Yeah.

- This came from my CI.

I'll take the hit.

- Where we at
with the SUV?

- We've got all available
patrol units searching.

Problem is,
there's no plates.

- Well, what about
the TSA badges

they used
to get past security?

- The badges were stolen from
several employees yesterday.

TSA didn't report them missing
until this morning.

- Keyes shot and killed
his own brother.

What do you think
he's gonna do to Halstead?

- Man, this thing
with Halstead.

You imagine
if it was Adam?

- No.

Roman, why would you
even ask that?

- Look, I know
since you put the ring on,

it's been all high fives
and congrats,

but you really think
this is smart?

- So this is coming from the guy

who fell in love
with three ex-partners, right?

- Exactly,
ex being the operative word.

You got to be half nuts
to do this job to begin with.

Then you factor in egos,
crazy hours,

always worrying
if the other person's

gonna walk through the door.

You need to be realistic
about what you're getting into.

That's all.

[knocks]

- You here with my check?

- We need to bring you
into protective custody.

- What happened?

How long do I have to be here?

- As long as it takes.

- [crying]

- That one
of Benji's boys?

I seen him around.

- Yeah, well, you're gonna
get a lot of answers

when this is all over.

Right now
I need you to tell me

where Derek Keyes is.

- I don't know.

- He put a bullet
in his own brother's head.

He won't think twice
about killing you.

- I didn't mean
for this to happen.

- And yet here we are.

Tell me
where Derek Keyes is.

- I swear,
I never met him.

- Hank.

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to interrupt,

but there's a very determined
young man downstairs

who says he wants
to speak to you

and you only.

- Get this.

- That's him.

- You the sergeant?
- That's right.

- I'm supposed
to give this to you.

- All right.

Who told you
to give it to me?

- I was on my bike
when some dude rolls up,

offers me a C-note
to bring this to the district

and ask for you.

[Taser zapping]

[Halstead groaning]

[thuds]

[Taser zapping]

[Halstead groaning]

[thud, zapping]

[phone ringing]

- Voight.

- Your boy tough.

He won't talk.

You should be proud.

- What do you want?

- I want
all of Intelligence's CI files

in exchange
for your detective.

Bring the CI files

to the corner
of 39th and California.

Send a lone female officer.

No cameras, no wires,
no weapons.

Just a girl with a file box.

You'll make this drop tomorrow
at 9:00 a.m. in the morning,

or Detective Halstead

winds up fertilizer
in some cornfield in Indiana.

We understand each other,
Sergeant?

- What'd he want?

- Halstead's life
for all our CI files.

- That's easy, right?

We hand over the files, right?

- Whoa, there's over 100 CIs
in our database.

A couple dozen are mine.

Half got wives and kids.

I'm not gonna have
their blood on my hands

if their names get leaked.

- So you'd rather protect them
and bury Jay?

- Of course I wouldn't!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Just back off.

Back off, guys, come on.

- Yeah, well,
it ain't gonna get that far.

Grab Mouse.

Start creating false files.

- Where you going?
- For a drive.

- Give it, give it.

Come on,
just give it to me.

I paid you. I paid you.
I paid you. I paid--

Give me--you know, you got
50 bucks in your pocket.

- How many times do
we do this, Bonnie?

- Oh, come on,
just give it to me.

Give it to me!

[argument continues]

- Bunny!
- Come on.

- I'm leaving.
- No, you're not.

No, you're not. No, you're not.
- Yes, I want to go.

I want to go.
- Give it to me. Give it--

- What's the problem?

- Whoa, whoa, no problem.

It's just, your mom here thinks
she's a math whiz.

- You said 50 bucks.

- I said 50 for 20.

You want 40.

I'll give it to you
for 80.

- You got 30 bucks?

I'm good for it.

- [sighs]

- Thank you, baby.

Give me that.

Jo-Jo's a jerk,
but he makes house calls.

Nobody does that anymore.

[sighs]

Believe me, honey,
waving that piece around,

you need to dull the edge.

Here you go.

You know Jo-Jo used to hang
with your uncle Ray?

In fact, they used to be
in a heavy metal band.

Something like that.

It was Tripwire, I think.

Or Livewire,
that was it, Livewire.

They thought
they were gonna be rock stars.

[laughing]

Hey, where you going?

- [sighing]

[cell phone ringing]

- Al, what's up?

- Hey, I know
you're on the outs

and you got a lot
on your plate,

but I figured you want to know.

.

- I'll be damned.

They told me Hank Voight
was here to see me.

I said no way.

Look at you.

In the flesh.

- How you been, Eddie?

- About the same
as the last time you saw me,

plus 600 days.

But you, you're good.

Got your badge back
and everything.

- That's why I'm here.

I need to find
Derek Keyes.

- Keyes is the kind of man
that doesn't get found.

- He snatched
one of my guys.

Well, any intel
you can give me

from inside
or outside these walls

would be appreciated.

- Let me ask
you something, Hank.

When you put that star on
every morning,

do you thank God or me?

- I haven't forgotten
what you did for me.

- What I did was make
a lot of enemies,

protecting a cop.

- That's why I figured
you'd want more

than a carton
of cigarettes.

- I get out in a few months.

That thing
that we talked about...

Does that still stand?

- It does.

- Okay.

Let me ask around,

see what I can
dig up for you on Keyes.

- Where we at
with the CI files?

- All set, bogus CI numbers
and criminal histories.

We used photographs
of inmates

from Detroit and Indiana.

No way Keyes can tell
they're fake

just by looking at them.

- No more waiting, Sarge.

It's 8:00 a.m.

We got one hour
till the drop.

- Okay, call Burgess.

Tell her to come in.

- What for?

- Keyes requested
a female officer

deliver the files.

- No, you find somebody else.

- You got a funny way
of saying, "Yes, sir."

- There is no way
I'm losing a partner

and my fiancée
on the same day--

- I said, get Burgess.

- Hey, I'll pull up Rivera
from patrol.

- I'll do it.

- Get her out of here.

- Hank...

- You gave your star back.

Or don't you remember?

- Can we talk?

- You know, you made it clear
which direction

you want to go in,
which is down.

I've accepted that.

Now get out.

- This isn't about me.

This is about
getting Jay back.

This guy wants
a female courier.

You and I both know
it should be me.

- You here as a cop
or to save your boyfriend?

- Does it matter?

- I keep thinking--

I mean, I keep--
I keep thinking...

This never
would have happened

if I had another pair of eyes
at Midway, your eyes.

Then I'm not watching Halstead

being tortured
like an animal.

- I'm asking you.

Let me make this right.

I will do the drop.

- This isn't you reinstated.

You understand?

This is just for today.

Gear up.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- It's ceramic.

It's not much, but, you know,

at least you won't be
going in naked.

And it won't set off
any detectors if they wand you.

- Al, thank you.

- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

*

- All right,
target's on scene.

Stay cool.

- You got what Derek wants?

- That's all
of the Intelligence CI files.

Where's Jay?

- Let's say you hand over
those files.

We verify them.

Then we'll
cut your boy loose.

- That wasn't the deal.

Derek said the files
for our guy.

He said a straight trade.

[gun clicks]

- Hey, we got a gun,
passenger side.

We got a gun.

- Hold steady until I say.

- If I don't see Jay
alive right now,

I'm walking with the box.

- Guess you're going
for a ride.

- Should we move in?

- Negative.

There's no Halstead.

- All right, all right, copy,
we'll pursue.

- No, I said we hold back.

.

- Talk to me, Mouse.

- I was able to pick up the SUV
on several plate readers,

but because the vehicle
is moving,

the updates are coming in
five minutes behind.

- What about Air One?

- They positively ID'd
the SUV on Mouse's intel,

but the signal got lost
under the Wabash L train.

- Look, it's not gonna be long
before Derek figures out

the files I made are fake.

[phone buzzing]

- Voight.

This is a call from Stateville
Correctional Facility.

Will you accept?

- Yes, I will.

- Go ahead, please.

- Tell me you got something,
Eddie.

- Turns out there's a guy
in the next block

named Tyrell Chase.

- Okay.

Con named Tyrell Chase.

All right, go ahead.

- Screws tell me
that he used to be

a street captain for Keyes,

till he got popped for murder;
now he's doing life.

Supposedly, one of Keyes' men
comes by every few months,

drops a couple grand
in his canteen account.

Payoff money.

- Thanks, Eddie.

[dramatic music]

*

- Boss.

We got a guest.

She wouldn't hand over
the files

unless she saw her boy.

- Welcome.

- Tyrell Chase.

Visitors list includes
his mother, sister,

and a guy listed
as his cousin,

a Kris Dunning.

- He was at Midway.

- Okay, so he did three years
for aggravated assault.

He skipped out on parole
and went off--

- Mouse, do a deed search,
see if he owns any property.

- Gotcha.
Kris Dunning deed search.

Nothing.

- We held up our end.

- Go get him.

[sniffing]

Sure you don't want
to do a little bit bump,

put you in a better mood?

- I'm good.

- [grunts]

- Jay.

It's okay.

- Erin.

- All right, come on,
we're getting out of here.

- Hold up.

Ain't no way

either one of you
is walking out of here,

not until these files check out.

- You got his mother's name?

Cross-reference it
with his mother's name.

- Okay, Kris Dunning,
his mother is Jill Dunning.

All right, Jill Dunning.

Says here she owns
a '96 four-door beige compact.

She had a house Englewood

foreclosed on
a couple years back.

Hold on.

She bought a house
in Hyde Park

for over $2 million
less than a year ago.

It sounds a little
rags-to-riches, don't it?

- Text me the address.

- I got you now.

- I just got to ask,

how did you think
this was gonna play out?

You kidnap
a Chicago police officer?

It just doesn't seem
like a smart business move.

- I got what I asked for,
didn't I?

And what do you know
about my business?

- I know that if you're worried

about a rat
in your organization,

it's already too late.

- Derek.

You're not gonna like this.

- What?

- Been through a dozen
of these so far.

Not finding much that lines up.

This guy, he's doing time
in Michigan,

but his photo
doesn't match his name.

This one,

he's on parole
in Indiana for a DUI,

when the report says
he's supposed to be

some heavy hitter
with the cartels.

- So what, you thought
you could bring me

a box full of lies?

- Look, I brought
the box that they gave me.

If you want, I'll make a call.

- I'm done making calls.

.

- All right,
it's two blocks over.

[engines revving]

- Hey, come here.

- [groaning]
- All right, okay!

- [grunting]

[screaming]

- Chicago PD!
- Don't shoot!

[all shouting]

- [shouts]

[gunshot]

Don't move.

You're under arrest.

- [chuckles]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

*

- Erin, you okay?

- Yeah.

[police radio chatter]

You okay?

- I'm just glad it was you
that they sent in.

- I got to go wash this off.

- Hey.

I'm Alvin.

- Hey...
- Hey, um...

- Dad.

- Hey. Come here.

- Um...

- Uh, look,
your mom's not gonna be--

she's gonna be
out of town for a while.

- Yeah, I know.

Vacationing at a facility
downstate for four to six.

- Yeah, so I got a place
lined up for you to stay at.

- I'm--I'm good
with all that.

But I do need 80 bucks.

- 80 b--

All right.

[horn honks]

- Michelle!

- All I got is, uh...

40.

[gentle music]

- Hey, uh...

I appreciate
you getting me out.

I'll see you around.

- Here, sign this.

It's your statement
from the scene.

I got to kick it up
to Fischer.

That you acted
in self-defense.

- I did what I had to do
to get Jay back.

- I know.

- Um...

Hank, I think I'd like
to hang on to this.

Listen, I'm sorry
if it took Jay being taken

for me to realize
how much this means to me, but--

- Listen, Erin.

You want to hold on
to your badge,

there's conditions.

For starters,
you're gonna live with me

and take weekly drug tests.

- I can do that.

- And there's one more thing.

- What's that?

- I want you to sever
all ties with your mother.

Bunny is the cancer
in your life,

and we both know it.

Take it or leave it.

- How you doing, doc?

Got you a shot
and a beer.

- Oh, too kind.

- Thanks, Otis.
- You got it.

- Hey, so...
Jay's gonna be all right?

- Guys, don't worry.
Jay's gonna be fine.

He'll be discharged
from Chicago Med tomorrow

on medical leave, yeah.

- I tell you,
what Jay went through,

it's a hell of a way
to get a week off.

[both chuckle]

- He knew it.
He knew what he was doing.

- Hey.
All right, to Halstead.

- Mm.
- To Halstead.

all: Halstead.

- Get a couple more?
- Sure.

- Listen, what I said to you

about you and Adam
getting hitched,

it was none of my business.

- No, I get it.

You know,
you're looking out for me.

I appreciate that.

But...

[laughter]

I mean, no risk,
no reward, right?

- Right.

I got to go see a man
about a dog.

- [laughs]

- Hey.
- Otis.

- Heard somebody
got engaged?

- Yeah, whoomp,
there it is.

Ah!
- Oh-ho-ho.

- Yeah, Adam was so romantic.

He proposed
in the locker room.

- Oh, nice.

Oop.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- It's okay.
Roman won't mind.

- Hey, you know...
- Yeah.

- Simple is good, because
last month I went on a call

where a guy tried
to propose to his girl

by parachuting
into her backyard,

but he hit some power lines
on the way down,

so let's say...

there was never
a honeymoon.

Anyway, congratulations.

- Thanks.
Thanks, Otis.

- Let's party.
- Okay.

- Indeed, indeed.

You kids look like
you need some shots.

Baby.

- Thanks.
- There you go.

- Hey, to partners.

- To partners.
both: To partners.

- Whew!

[wolf howls]