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- Hey, Olinsky,

Michelle Sovana keeps
calling for you.

Who is this girl?
- My daughter.

- I got to go see
a man about a dog.

- Hey.
- Otis!

Oh, that's okay.
- Sorry.

- Roman won't mind.

[dramatic music]

- 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.
- There's one more thing.

Bunny is the cancer
in your life.

I want you to sever all ties
with your mother.

Morning.
- Thank you.

You know,
taken out of context,

a plastic cup's really just
a harmless little thing.

- How you feeling?

- Mm...

marathon headaches
are gone.

The last couple days,
I feel rock solid.

- Strange having you up
in your old bedroom.

- Oh, man, that window still
really shakes in the wind.

[cell phone vibrating]

[cell phone beeps]

Bunny again.

I'll handle it.

- There's nothing
to think about.

You just take care of it.

- Stop!
- Chicago Police!

- Squad, this is 21-13
responding to shots fired.

Chasing male, black,
on foot, white T, jeans,

headed west in the gangway
of 3400 May towards Carpenter.

- Copy that.
- I'm right behind you!

[horn honks]
- Hey!

Roman, get the back!
- Got it.

[dog barking]

- Gun!
[gunshots]

[barking continues]

21-13, shots fired
at the police.

Roman!
- Keep going.

- I only ran 'cause
y'all started running.

- Yeah?
Why'd you shoot?

- I want a lawyer.

- You're gonna need a dentist.

Hey, give me your hands.
I'm not gonna ask you again.

Where's the gun?

Huh?
Where is it?

.

- The offender apparently
got a new piece,

went popping off
at a cookout.

Got to love a heat wave
in Chicago.

- So we chased him in here,
subdued him

using the minimal force
necessary to affect an arrest.

- Jack-off tried
to ditch the hardware.

He threw it in a yard
four houses south.

- I spotted the blood,
opened the refrigerator.

Never saw anything
quite like that.

- I sincerely doubt your shooter
wanted us to find this.

These are unrelated acts.

- This is a black neighborhood,
always has been.

We're gonna find out
somebody moved that kid here.

- That call that was on the zone
this morning--

kid went missing
from Rogers Park.

I think this is him.

- Hey, darling.
Hey.

You all right?
- Yeah.

- We're gonna solve this...

whatever it was.

- I know we will.

- You know, I started
a knock-knock joke

three blocks ago?

- Sorry.

It's these cases
with kids.

It's always the hardest.

You think you'd
get used to it...

looking down
on someone's son,

their daughter...

seeing your own kid
staring back at you.

- I don't know, man.

You get used to it,
you're either lying,

or you're giving yourself
too much credit.

- Yeah.

- We owe this kid our best,
so what do we know?

- All right, tender-age
white child found dead

in a black neighborhood.

We're still waiting
on the ME,

but responding EMTs
indicate that, um...

kid's neck was snapped.

He was stabbed
in the abdomen three times.

- And his wrists and ankles
were bound with sailor's knots,

for what that's worth.

- His name was Jeremy Dolan.

He was reported missing
36 hours ago from Rogers Park.

He was eight years old.

His parents are
Richard and Rochelle.

They're waiting at the morgue
to ID the body.

- Rogers Park--that's
three miles north of that house.

- Well, he was probably
killed elsewhere,

transported to the scene.

We got no eyeball witnesses of
the body being placed, though.

- Do we know
who owns the house?

- Yep, local
real-estate investors.

It's one of 150 properties

that they're buying
and fixing up in that area.

- I'll see if there's
anything there.

- All right,
we start in Rogers Park.

I want all in-service calls
the last 48 hours.

Where was he abducted?

[cell phone vibrating]
Somebody heard a scream,

saw a car they didn't recognize,
strange face, something.

- Boy's family's on the way
to the morgue.

I want to be there
when they ID him.

- Yeah.
- Al, you come with?

- Yeah.

- [sobbing]

That's him.
That's--

- He went missing Saturday.

- He went on a bike ride.

He was gonna go see
his friend.

- We found him
three and a half miles south.

Would he have ridden
that far from home?

- They found his bike
a block from the house.

Why don't you know this?

- We're getting up to speed.

- You need to find who did this.
- That's our intention.

- I can't--
I can't do this.

I can't do this.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- Do you know,
was he abused sexually?

- Medical examiner hasn't had
a chance to work yet.

- Was there a history
of abuse in the family--

relatives, family friends?

- His life was perfect.

Same block I grew up on.

There's no problems
on that block,

and when there is...

we deal with them.

- If we need to reach you...

- I'll be at home

trying to keep my wife
from falling apart.

- The night of the
disappearance, yes, ma'am.

- No, we didn't hear
anything.

- No screaming, shouting,
slamming doors?

- I would've gone and checked.
We watched each other's kids.

These were good people.
- I understand.

Um, were your windows open?

This would've been
6:30, 7:00 Saturday night.

- They were open.
It was warm.

And my hearing's perfect.

- Is anybody
a little too nice,

like maybe extra candy
on Halloween kind of thing?

- There's no one here
who's too friendly.

They'd get dealt with.
We didn't hear anything.

- So, uh, how well did you know
the Dolan's, Mister...

- Boyd.
Damien Boyd.

I've, uh--

I've known Richie
my whole life.

I grew up
down the block here.

I don't live here anymore,
though, so...

I wish I could help you.

My friends are grieving,
and I got to get these inside.

Sorry. Our condolences.

- Come on.

- So no one saw
or heard anything.

- Nothing they
feel like sharing.

- Hey, I've been looking
for you.

- You got a way
of saying that

where it never sounds
like good news.

- Regarding you
and Lindsay...

All right, I don't know what
your relationship status is,

and I don't care,

but I need to know someone's
got her back 24 hours a day.

- Yeah, I, uh--

Always.

- [sighs]
Special Investigations Unit

sent over the files for every
registered sex offender

in the vicinity
of Rogers Park.

- The ME found tissue
under Jeremy's fingernails.

Little guy
went down fighting.

Said no sign
of sexual assault,

but that doesn't mean
he couldn't have been made to...

- I don't know--

this block he was snatched from,
they're pretty tight-knit.

Seems like an odd pool
to pick your victims from.

- But if it was about sex,
there's no logic.

It's just impulse.

- Hey, this guy moved
onto the block last year.

He's in from Salt Lake City.

His PO logged a complaint.
He never registered in Chicago.

- What's his name?
- Darren Woodhull.

- So this is what
corporate money buys, huh?

You want to take
the lead on this?

- I do, in fact.

Darren Woodhull?

- Officers.

You must be here
about the boy.

Two child murders equidistant
from my condominium

in Salt Lake--

this was 2012.

I was detained
for nine hours by the PD

and told,
in no uncertain terms,

that a confession was
the only card I had to play.

It's tiresome
being the usual suspect.

- I imagine
your victims grew tired

of your abuse
back in Utah.

- I made mistakes.
I sought treatment.

- Court-ordered.

- I know my rights,
officers.

I don't need a lawyer.
I have nothing to hide.

- Except for the fact
that you didn't register

as a sex offender
when you moved to Chicago.

Why not?
- I did.

Your city's computer system

created an erroneous
problem report.

And I have an alibi
for 6:45 Saturday night.

I was here,
stuck in a client presentation.

- You have a car?
- I do.

It's been in the shop all week.
- What happened to your neck?

Did you maybe get attacked?

- No more questions for today.
I have a meeting to get to.

- This isn't Salt Lake, Darren!
Sit down!

We got a kid down the street
from you dead,

and you're on the verge
of pissing me off.

- Your injury--
what happened?

- I was sailing.

I rented a Sunfish, capsized
on some rocks yesterday.

- We're gonna need
the contact information

of everyone that you were
working with over the weekend,

and you should stay
in town.

- So a needle
fell out of his gym bag.

- Yeah,
I know what I saw, Adam.

Plus, he is limping
and sweating.

- Well, you got to talk
to him.

I can't, because he's gonna know
you sent your boyfriend in

to ask him what the hell's
going on--

Sorry, your fiancé.

- I would never
ask you to do that.

I would,
on the other hand,

ask you to help me
break into his locker.

Only--it's only
'cause we're worried about him.

- Time-out.

All right,
if Roman is using,

which, to me, sounds like
science fiction...

- Yeah?

- Then he's gonna need help,
and CPD has treatment programs,

and you, as his friend,
you got to talk to him

before he loses his grip.

- Yeah.

- You can do this.
I believe in you.

You got to talk to him.

And, uh, you smell
really good today.

Have we talked about that?

- How about you tell me that

when I'm not, like, wrapped up
in semi-breathable polyester?

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Okay.
Go talk to him.

- Ugh.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Sorry.

- Ah.

How long
you been cooking that up?

- Look, I said I was sorry.
- I busted you out of lockup.

You took my cash,
then you disappeared.

- It was juvie.
- Yeah?

- And it was 40 bucks.
- Okay.

All right,
all right, all right.

Where you been staying?
- With some friends.

Friends of friends,

but, you know,
they got bills and stuff.

So, if you have, like,
80 bucks, that'd be awesome.

- Not on me.

But listen, how about you come
by tomorrow, we have some lunch?

And then we need to get you
on a plan.

- A plan?

What was your plan
when you knocked up my mom?

Yeah, you know what?

Maybe you should figure out
your own plan first, okay?

This was a waste
of bus fare.

- Who was that?

- Just a neighborhood kid
looking to bum a smoke.

- Okay.

Darren Woodhull,
our registered sex offender--

guy had a gash on his neck.
- Okay.

- Says he got it sailing.

Boathouse says none
of their guys

administered first aid
that day.

He's lying.

- You got his 20?
- Office says he popped home.

- Hey, get back inside!
I said inside, now!

Chicago Police!

- Guy lied right
to my face,

violated his parole
by not registering in Chicago,

in case you need a reason.

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- Drop the weapon!
- Who are you?

- We're the police.
Who are you?

- I'm Darren Woodhull's
protector.

- You want to die in a closet?
Drop the gun!

- Sh--show me a badge.

- Right here.

- Don't hurt me, please.

Aah!
Oh, oh!

[handcuffs clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

- Boss.

This is, uh, Rosie Dolan.

Her brother is--
- My brother was murdered.

Officer Ruzek said
there's no reward

set up
to find Jeremy's killer.

Here, you should set one up.

Money makes people
want to help,

and it seems like you need
all the help you can get.

- Well, we're gonna find
who did this to your brother.

In the meantime,
I need you to keep saving, okay?

- Okay.

- Hey, let's go.
Your mom's waiting, okay?

- Hey...

I want a full workup
on this Vaughn Bash, you hear?

- [exhales deeply]

Vaughn Bash,
registered sex offender

in the state of Illinois
since '98.

- I'm not the one you need
to worry about--Darren is.

- You mean
your roommate, Darren?

We're very worried.
He disappeared.

- You don't understand.
He's in danger.

- What did you do
to that kid?

- I didn't do anything.

You got the wrong guy,
I swear.

Oh!
[groans]

- Look at me.

Woodhull had a gash
on his neck.

It was fresh.

- I know.

We had a fight.
It got physical.

I didn't call 911
because it's not allowed

for two people like us
to live together.

I don't expect
you to sympathize,

but we need each other.

- If Woodhull told you where
he was going, believe me...

believe me,
now is the time to speak up.

- I'm trying to tell you,
he didn't run.

They took him, okay?

- Who took him?
- I don't know.

He--he came home
to take a nap.

I-I heard shouting.
I hid.

When your team came in,
I thought it was them

trying to come back
to rob us.

That's why I had the gun.

[groaning]

- Antonio!
Antonio.

Get out of here.

- [breathing shakily]

[door opens, closes]

Right now...

the truth.

- That's the truth.

I got nothing
to gain by lying.

- Hey...

Almost lost you in there.

- You're gonna tell me
to toe a line?

- I'll tell you how much ice
to put in your drink,

and right now
I need you to relax.

[door opens]

- Hank, Miles tried to ping
Woodhull's cell--nothing.

- What about his car?

I mean,
if he transported a body,

he left DNA behind.

- Yeah, Woodhull said
it's in the shop,

so Olinsky's on his way
to check it out now.

- Well, get the Dolans
in here.

I want to look them
in the eye.

I mean, tight neighborhood
like that,

they got a pair of sex offenders
shacked up four doors down,

they know
nothing about it?

- Caught the tail end of that.
You buying this?

Guy got kidnapped
from his house?

- I don't think we're getting
the whole story.

- Yeah, from who?
- Any of them.

- Kurt Hollister.

- That's me.
Can I help you?

- Yeah, we're the police.

- We're looking for a car that
belongs to Darren Woodhull.

- Yeah, it's out there--
blue sedan.

You like him
for the murder?

Guy always gave me the creeps,
to be honest.

- Oh, yeah, how's that?

- I don't know.
You ever just get that feeling?

- All the time,

but then again,
I work with this guy, so...

- How well do you know
Darren Woodhull?

- Ah, keeps to himself.

Freak like that--
got no right drawing breath.

Think he knows it.

No secrets here
in Rogers Park.

- Hey, Jay!

Searched the interior.
It's clean enough.

Pop this trunk,
it gets real.

There's bloodstains
under the mat.

- It's Woodhull.

All right.

- So we have
an update for you...

person of interest.

- Who?

- The same person
you thought of

before you set foot
in my district.

You know, neighbors say
they didn't hear any screams

when your son
went missing.

- He didn't scream because
he knew Darren Woodhull.

- At number 2336, yeah,
everybody knows him.

He's a pervert,
and he did time for it.

- He's missing.
- Maybe he's on the run.

- Rochelle...

where's your husband?

If he intervened,
we need to know about it.

- I'm not following.
- I think you are.

- I lost my son!
- I'm being polite right now.

We know you lost your son.

- You know what?
You want answers. So do I.

We don't owe
you people anything.

- I'll tell you
what you don't want.

You don't want to
lose my sympathy.

Listen to me.

Whatever your husband did,

you're an accessory right now
right where you sit.

- He did what
a husband should do.

- Now tell me
where he went.

[man moaning]

[thud]
- Answer me!

- Answer me!

Answer me!

- Chicago Police!
Up against the wall, now!

Are you out of your mind? Now!
- I got him.

- Give me that.
What's the matter with you?

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[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- Damien Boyd...

going above and beyond
for your friends, huh?

- They'd do
the same thing for me

if something happened
to my kids.

- Hey, this your building?
- No.

We do maintenance
for the management.

- Yeah, but you got the key
to the boiler room.

It's a nice place
to put a beating on a guy.

- Hey, what do you know

that makes you so sure
Darren Woodhull's the guy?

- Aside from
liking little boys?

- Aside from that,
actually, yeah.

- He followed Jeremy home
from school.

Probably got a hard drive
filled with garbage.

The guy's demented.

I still lived on the block,
he never would've moved in.

He was gonna confess.

- And after that?

- I don't know.

We didn't get that far.

You know, you guys should be
thanking me right now.

We solved your case.

- Well, we put
the pieces together.

If they fit,
then maybe.

Until then, come on.
- Why?

- Wild guess.
You're under arrest.

Let's go.
- Come on, get up.

- Ah, you got my text?

- Look, Mom, this--

I need this
for work, okay?

I can't be getting calls
and texts and 911 messages

from you all hours.

- I know, but I worry
about you, sweetheart.

- And I appreciate that.

I do, okay?
But I'm good.

At least I'm--
I'm getting better.

The truth is--

- Hey, JoJo's coming over
tonight for drinks.

They really miss you.

Mom, we need time apart.

It's not that
you're bad for me.

It's--it's that we're bad
for each other.

- This is not you talking.

This is Hank Voight.
He put you up to this.

- No, Mom,
it's not like that.

This is me talking.

- [chuckles]
Same old routine--

the minute we get close,

he has to drive a wedge
through us.

- Please don't make this
any harder than it is.

- [scoffs]
He's gonna get you killed.

He's gonna get you killed
like he got Nadia killed.

[cell phone vibrates]
- Okay.

[phone beeps]

We have a case.
I got to go.

When I'm ready to talk,
I'll find you.

- Roman, can we stop
for a second?

- Yeah, what's up?

- You tell me.

Come on, man,
you aren't yourself.

I'm worried.

Look, I-I saw that needle
in your bag, and I just--

Hey, I want you to know
that I'm here for you.

Whatever's going on
in your life,

you don't have to hide
anything from me.

I need you to tell me something,
so I know what's going on.

- All right,
Burgess, stop.

The needle...

I'll explain tonight.

I promise.

- Hey, Antonio,
we got a problem.

I just got off the phone
with Area North.

His son is missing.

- That's not possible.
I saw him this morning.

- How old?

- He's, uh--
he's seven years old,

in the first grade.

- He didn't make it home
from school.

- That's some timing.

You want to tell me
what's really going on

or get charged
for kidnapping and assault?

- I swear to God.
I don't know anything.

Hey. Hey!

You can't leave me
in here!

What'd they say?
Is he missing or dead?

- Damien Boyd.
- Yeah, his son's missing.

- Snatched at 3:00 p.m.

- While they're beating a
confession out of the wrong guy.

- The whole damn unit thought
we had Woodhull dead to rights.

- We saw
what we wanted to see.

I want everything
on everyone involved.

- Yeah, I'm looking
at it now.

Thank you.

Lab results got back.

The blood in Woodhull's trunk
is a match for Jeremy Dolan.

- The blood is how old?
- It's two days old.

He was transported
in that car.

- But the car's been
in the shop for six days.

- Huh. All right,
who had access to the vehicle?

- [scoffs]

It's the mechanic.
I'll go.

- Hey, we're still missing
the big picture here.

We need to know why.

Take Alvin.

- Hey, we're looking
for Kurt Hollister.

- He went out
a couple hours ago.

- He say where?
- No.

- We're gonna check
in his office.

Got the key?
- Nope.

- Hit it.
- Yeah.

- [mouths words]

- Guess we got
to knock it down.

- We should check this.
We got to get in there.

Nice.

- Oh, okay.

- Who do you think this is?

- We'll find out.
- It's Hollister.

He's on the run.

.

- Our main target
is Kurt Hollister.

Last known location was his
mechanic shop four hours ago.

We got Tac guys sitting
on his residence

and an Amber alert out
on the vehicle and the kid.

- The body in the freezer
belonged to Ray Malone.

He was 38 years old.

He died a block
from where he was born.

- Malone is a knock-around guy--
misdemeanor priors.

Somehow, he's the nexus.

He went to high school
with the father of the victim

and the father
of the missing kid.

- So what's the motive?

Why brutally murder a kid,
take off with a second,

and then leave
an unrelated male body behind?

- He's out there, and he's
holding a seven-year-old boy.

He's not some mastermind.
We should have him in custody.

- We were right there.
We talked to him.

- We all missed this.
Let's just connect the dots.

Who was Ray Malone to this guy?
How's he end up in his freezer?

- So...

Ray Malone.

- Ray, uh...

Ray was the guy with
the worst luck in the world.

He had lymphoma,
maybe two months to live.

You know, when we grew up,
we were tight--

me, Richard, and Ray.

Not quite a crew,
but, uh...

[chuckles]
We weren't exactly saints.

One night--this is maybe,
uh, 18 years ago--

they were hanging out
behind Ray's house

checking out
Ray's dad's gun, and...

it went off.

They run down
to the end of the gangway.

There's a kid...

that got shot.

Complete and total accident,
but, uh...

that's not gonna help
that kid, right?

So they, uh--they moved him

under the house
at the end there,

run over to my place,

and, uh, I was studying
for finals.

But I hid the gun for them.

Woke up, and the...

the whole neighborhood
was one big funeral.

- For Hollister's little boy.

- Yeah, he snapped.

He, uh...

he started drinking,
picking fights.

Wife took off, and poor Ray...

it wrecked him.

He couldn't hold down a job,
so I, uh--

I gave him money
until I couldn't.

So he stole.

We never told what we did.

Hollister, he--he--
he had a temper.

And we thought, you know, he--
he's gonna kill us, all of us.

So, uh...

[scoffs]

Now look at what's going on.

Listen to me.

If I could trade my life
for my kid, I would.

But you can't do that
for me.

- He's coming after you
now because Ray was dying.

He must've gone to Hollister
to clear his conscience.

- Yeah.

Be honest with me.

Do you think my son's
still alive right now?

- All-call message went out
on Hollister 30 minutes ago.

I want to be apprised
of any sightings.

- Sarge,
Boyd's son, Conner--

most likely snatched
on his way home from school.

Got a team canvassing
the route home right now.

We just got nothing
useful so far.

- I flagged the plate
on his car.

Troopers are shutting
down the ramps.

- Ah, we got to move.
Just got a hit on that plate.

Patrol's already down there.
We got to go.

- 21-13 squad.

Hold us down
on the Amber-alert vehicle.

- Copy that.

- Step away.

I need everyone to
move away from the car.

21-13.
Vehicle appears to be empty.

- Ten-four.

[indistinct chatter]

Sergeant Voight,
we're here with the car.

It's empty.

- All right,
we're almost to you.

- Roman.

Hey. Hey!

Don't move!
Chicago Police!

Don't move!

[tires screeching]

- Where are they?
[gunshots]

Go!

Go! Go!

[people screaming]

Look out!
Get out of the way!

Go!

[people screaming]

- Out of the way! Police!
- Get out of the way!

- Chicago Police!
[tires screeching]

- Get out of the park, now!

- Get out of the way!
- Move!

- Hollister!
Hollister, stop!

Stop right there!

Just Take it easy.

.

- He's cleared the park out.
He's looking to die today.

- Let me talk to him.

- SORT and the negotiator
are two minutes out.

It's safer that way.
- No, no, no.

I can talk sense into him.
I'll bring that boy back.

- Go ahead.
- Lincoln 15-21 emergency.

This is Detective Erin Lindsay
with Intelligence.

I need that chopper
out of the sky now.

- I'm Detective Dawson.

Why don't you drop that weapon,
Mr. Hollister, and let's talk?

- You ain't the man
I need to talk to.

- I know. You want to talk
to Damien Boyd,

but I can't allow that.

- You know what he did.

- I know what you think he did,
but you're making a mistake.

He wasn't there.

You got an innocent man's child
in your hands.

- No, no, either he's lying,
or you are.

- It's the truth!

Now, look,
I got two dozen officers here

that would love to take you out.

Let's not give them a reason.
- They let him die!

Left him under a house
like he wasn't a person.

He bled out all night--

a little kid!

They took away
the only beautiful thing

I ever had in my life.

- I know.

Nothing you do is gonna bring
your boy back.

But you can end
this story today,

or you can use that gun
in your hand

and drag another family
into tragedy.

It's up to you.

Come on.

Conner, he's gonna let you go.
Can you run to me?

- I can't let him win!

- There aren't
any winners here.

It's over.

He doesn't deserve this.
Toss the piece.

Come on, Kurt,
let him go.

It's okay.
Get down.

- Antonio!

[gunshot, boy whimpers]

Antonio, you okay?
- Yeah.

- Is he okay?
- Yeah.

- Lincoln 15-21.
Shots fired by the police.

Offender down.
Tender-age child in custody.

Notify the Coroner...

- I was robbed.

You know, now would be
a great time

for you to try
to be my dad, but...

I mean, that ship sailed
a long time ago, right?

Look, I really don't need
a lecture right now, okay?

I just need 100 bucks.

- All right,
you want my money.

You want my money.

Okay, here...

Go ahead.

Good luck.

- [scoffs]

- [exhales deeply]

- [sobbing]

Listen, I wasn't there
for you before.

I'm--I'm trying here.

You want to let me try.

Things'll be a lot better.

Trust me.

- So what's it called,
like, officially?

- Officially, it's called
acute myelogenous leukemia.

They don't want
the dad's bone marrow,

for obvious reasons.

- You mean because he drove his
truck through their living room?

- That's a contributing factor.

I stay in touch,

make sure the restraining
order's working out.

- She's pretty.

Boy, you have some taste
for high drama.

- Natural-born
storyteller.

- I can't believe
you were a match.

- It's my mutt blood--
half Irish, half everything.

Guess I'm a match
for anybody.

- Well, I'll bear
that in mind.

- My limp and low energy--

it's the shots I give myself
for the procedure.

I didn't say it, 'cause I'm not
doing this for me.

I don't need a gold star,

and I don't need Platt
or the Ivory Tower knowing,

in case they try
to talk me out of this

or, you know,
suspend me.

That kid...

he's dying,

and that--
that didn't seem fair.

- Sean Roman,
you're gonna make me cry.

- Nah, you're fine.

Come on,
let's say hi.

He calls you
"the pretty policewoman"--

little flirt.

Hey, Andrew,
I want you to meet someone.

- My name is Barbara Fletcher.
I'd like to report a crime--

false testimony

fabricated
by a Sergeant Hank Voight

on May 6, 2001.

He put a man away
for a murder

I personally know
he could not have witnessed.

I want Sergeant Voight's badge,

and I want him put in jail,
where he belongs.

- So Lindsay's back, just...

[snaps fingers]
Like that.

- No, not like that.

- What's it like?

- I don't know.

I don't know what
hand gesture to make.

She's back,
and it's good.

And we'll see
what that means for me...

and for both of us.

[rock music playing,
indistinct chatter]

- Hey, man, heard you guys
caught a nasty one today.

- It wasn't pretty,
but we saved a kid.

- Yeah, I heard that too.

This one's on me, huh?
Na zdorovie.

Oh, you owe me a vodka.
Oh!

[cell phone vibrates]
- [chuckles]

It's my son.

[cell phone beeps]

Little man,
what's up?

- You called before?

- Yeah, I wanted
to hear your voice.

[whistle blows]

What's that?
You watching the game?

- Yeah, fourth quarter.
It's tied.

- Tie game?

Want to do
a little play-by-play?

- Just for you?
- Just for me.

- Well, there's five seconds
left in the game,

and we're
on the 10-yard line.

All we got to do is kick
a field goal, and we win.

The offense breaks
the huddle--

Oh, no! The other team called
a time-out, Dad.

The crowd's going crazy.