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- Hey.

- Hey.

I gotta say, you run
a very nice operation.

- Oh, come on, you've never got
food catered to the district?

- Yeah, once.

This old man, he left
his inheritance of $530

to the district, so we got
Al's Beef for everybody.

- [laughs]
Oh, gosh.

Being cops,
I would hope

that you wouldn't have to pay
for anything.

- Used to be that we didn't.

Now you get written up
for taking a stick of gum.

- Lis, Brianna and Jay.
- Hi.

- Listen, I just came
from Chicago Med.

- We're having a boy.

- Oh, wow!

- Congratulations. Congrats.
- That's amazing.

- Thanks, man.
- Congrats.

- That's beautiful.
Oh!

- Thank you.

- Wonderful.

- Thank you.
You have kids?

- No, I haven't really
found the time for that.

- Are you married?

- I haven't really found
the time for that either.

- Well, you should
find the time.

- I gotta steal him
and do a bank run.

It was very nice
meeting you.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Congrats again.

- Thank you.

- I'll see you.
- Bye.

- Hope Lissa didn't corner you
about being a bachelor.

- No, it's all good.

- 263,000.

Let's roll.

Heath.

- Ma'am.

- Here.

You're the only one
with the safety deposit box key.

I don't know what you're doing
for dinner later,

but if you want,
we can do Maestro's.

- Um, so I'm kind of--

- Jay.
[chuckles]

It's just dinner.

I'm going through
a complicated divorce,

so we can keep it simple.

[engine turns over]

- Playing "hard to get"
with the boss lady, huh?

- All right, just concentrate
on the road.

- Crazy, right?

Couple years ago,
I was a DEA agent,

putting pot dealers
in prison.

Now I'm driving their cash
to the bank.

- For 100 bucks an hour.
It's a brave new world.

- Do you know how many 12,
13-year-old corner boys

I've seen die
over a dime bag?

In my opinion, the faster
they legalize it, the better.

- I hear that.

[tires screeching]

- What the hell
is this guy doing?

- Iowa plates.
They must be lost.

- Let's just
get to the bank.

Reverse!
Reverse!

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful music]

*

Move! Move!

Terry, leave it!
Leave it!

[gunfire continues]

*

Terry, no!

- Aah!

*

- Terry!
Terry!

[groans]

It's gonna be okay.

Hold on, hold on, brother,
hold on, hold on.

10-1! 10-1!
This is Detective Jay Halstead.

I'm at Canal and Van Buren.
We're taking heavy fire.

Shots fired! Shots fired!
We got a man shot!

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Get up.
Come on, come on.

*

Go, go, go.

[tires screeching]

*

- It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.
They're coming, okay?

- [groans]
- Terry, stay with me.

Stay with me,
stay with me.

- Not like this, brother.

- Hey, Terry,
you're good, bro.

.

- He's still got a pulse,
just get him to Med.

- Were you able to see
a license plate on the truck?

- There's wasn't one.
- Okay.

[tense music]

Now, what--
- Where the hell were you?

- I was pinned.
My piece jammed.

- It jammed? How the hell does
a DEA tough guy run and hide?

- Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!

- Huh?
- Hey, Jake. Hey, easy, easy.

- Hey, I don't want to see your
face again, do you understand?

- Easy!

*

Just calm down.
- Well, he was--

he was ducking, man.

- I don't care about him.
Are you okay?

*

- I'm fine.
I mean, I hit him, but I'm fine.

- All right,
just take a breath.

*

- Looks like they left behind
a .40 caliber breadcrumb.

- I shot one of 'em.
He must have dropped it.

- Yeah.

*

- Hey.

- I'll get this to the lab.
- Yeah.

- I heard on the scanner.

- Erin, I'm okay.
Is there word from Med on Terry?

- Not yet.

Come on.

- You're not
taking me off this.

- I'm gonna do whatever I feel
is right for this unit, Jay.

- This is Terry's blood.

I saw the guy who shot him.

You need me.

- [sighs]

Okay.

But anytime I tell you
to sit on the sidelines,

you're gonna sit,
you understand?

- My family warned me about
getting into this business.

- You're a lawyer?
- I am.

- Where'd you practice

before getting
into the marijuana trade?

- Corporate law.

- Bit of an unconventional jump,
wouldn't you say?

- I was under the impression
you were investigating

a robbery, not me.

- We have to check
every box.

- The federal government
classifies marijuana

as a controlled substance,

so I don't have access
to our country's banking system.

That's why every week,
I deposit a quarter mil, cash,

into a safety deposit box
at Chase,

so I really don't think
I'm gonna steal it from myself.

- Who else knows
the bank route?

- Just my security team,
and since one of your own,

Jay Halstead,
is in charge of that,

I think we can
rule out that angle.

- We're gonna have to run
background checks

on all of your employees.

- I already do that.

- We understand,
but we haven't.

What about
disgruntled employees?

- I pay three times the minimum
wage to all of my workers.

- Hey.
- Imagine a lot of the gangs...

- Got a call from Med.

Terry, he didn't make it.

Massive hemorrhaging.

[tense music]

*

Listen, man,
why don't you take

some of those vacation days
we never use?

*

Get your head right.

*

- [chuckles]
I don't have one.

- [laughs]
That's perfect.

That's hilarious.
[laughs]

- It's not like, you know,
I need to do it, right?

- You guys get anymore
eyewitness statements

from the shooting?

- We gave everything
to Detective Olinsky.

- Yeah.

- All right, well,
you get anything else,

you run it upstairs.

- Okay.

Who put stripes
on his sleeve?

- Oh, what shenanigans am I
missing here on the playground?

- Uh, nothing.

Sean and I, we were
just gonna follow up

on a burglary
on Roosevelt, so.

- No, you are detailed
to intelligence.

- Great,
loaned out once again.

- You got a problem, Roman?

I got cars in the motor pool
need washing.

- No.
No, we're good, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

That's what I thought.

- Hey.
I just heard about Terry.

- Yeah.

- I can't help
but feel responsible

for what happened to him.

- You're not.

I am.

- Please tell
Terry's wife

that I'll take care of
all the funeral costs.

- He was a marine, so he'll get
a military send-off.

- Okay.

- Jay, we got something
off the gun.

- You should stay low
until we find these guys,

just in case.

- Okay.

If there's anything
I can do...

- I'm sure we'll have
more questions.

- Thanks.

- I got the lab to do
a rush order,

and they managed to pull
a partial print off the clip

inside the .40 SIG
that was left at the scene.

Now, it came up matching
to a one Joseph "Joey" Ortiz.

- Ortiz?
Yeah, he's a known member

of the Insane King lick crew.
They don't sell drugs.

Their M.O. is to follow
cartel mules

with large amounts of money
after big drug deals,

then they rob 'em.

- Hm.

- Sound familiar, Jay?

- Yeah.

- Right, put out
an investigative alert on Ortiz.

Have patrol saturate
all known areas

him and his crew
frequents.

So I gotta ask you.

You sleeping
with this woman?

- Brianna?
- Mm.

- No,
and even if I was,

what would that
have to do with anything?

- All right,
one more time.

You sleeping with her?

[tense music]

- No.

*

- 2113 Squad, be advised
we're on patrol in the area

of the investigative alert
lodged by intelligence.

Can you hold us down?

- Copy that, 2113.

- No.
- Okay.

[keys clacking]

Nothing?
- No.

- [sighs]

- Whoa, back up.

- What is it?
It's Ortiz's car.

- Roll back,
keep eyes on it.

- Yeah.

- So, what's Ruzek's problem?

- I don't know.
He's got a short fuse.

And he gets jealous.

- What's he got
to be jealous of?

We're partners.

- Yeah, I know, right,
that's what I'm saying.

Forget it.

J--no.

- That's him,
that's Ortiz.

- 2113, be advised
we are on-scene

and located
our robbery offender.

Advise intelligence
we'll throw an anchor down.

- Copy that, 2113.

[tense music]

- Get your guns
on the front door.

Kevin,
get the Chicago bar.

- Got it.

- Okay.

*

- [grunts]

- All right, go, go.

- [groaning]
- Tell me!

- Chicago police!
Drop it! Drop it!

Now, do it!
Back away.

Back away!
Turn around.

- Turn around.
- Turn around!

- Clear.
- Clear.

- What's good, big homie?

Come on, get down, get down.
You too, bro.

Hands behind your head.
- You're gonna wish

.

- Seems your pal
you were slicing up

is too scared to talk.
Who is he?

- Sasso.
Mi primo.

- That's how you treat
your cousin?

- Just settling
a little family feud.

- What, you didn't want to give
Sasso his cut from the robbery?

- You keep talking about
some robbery I never heard of.

But 260 Gs?

Hell, I wish I had known
about it first.

- .40 caliber with your prints
was left at the scene.

That's some coincidence.

- Talk to Sasso.
He's my alibi.

- [laughs softly]
Your cousin you had

on the table, he's gonna
cover for you?

- You understand, mijo.

We got our own way of dealing
with family in Humboldt Park.

- Get up!

[both grunting]

We know how you make a living
ripping off drug dealers.

Now you're looking
at murder!

- Yo, I'm telling you, man!

- We got our own way of dealing
with things too, mijo.

- [groans]
All right.

All right!

[tense music]

I had a bag of guns stolen
out of my car last week,

so somebody's gotta be
trying to set me up!

- You're gonna
tell me the truth.

- Jay.

*

You're gonna want
to see this.

Turns out Ortiz's cousin Sasso
is a runner for the cartels

and was gonna give Ortiz up
for robbing their cash drop,

so it looks like Ortiz
was just giving him

a gentle reminder
to keep his mouth shut.

- Okay, so, I pulled this
from a Zac's Beef parking lot

up on Clark and Ridge.

Now, if you look
at the time code

on the actual footage,

it's just six minutes
before Jay got lit up.

- I don't know, bro, I don't see
Ortiz and his boys making it

from Ridge down to Van Buren
in that kind of time.

- Ortiz still could have
set it up.

- No, that .40 SIG was left
there on purpose to mislead us.

- Well, the DNA
from the blood splatter

at the robbery scene
came back inconclusive,

doesn't match any offenders
in the system,

and the '96 Chevy
that was lit on fire,

pushed over the overpass,

stolen from a junkyard
a week ago.

- We didn't get anything
from the shell casings?

- No, all clean.
No prints, every last one.

- All right, kick Ortiz.

- No, I'm not done
talking to him.

- Well, he's not our guy,
his cousin isn't gonna

press charges,
so kick him.

- Jay, talk me through
this route again.

- There's nothing
to talk through.

We change it up
every week.

- All right,
what was last week's route?

- Al, man,
we've been over this.

- Did you or your guys discuss
the route with anyone else?

- For the tenth time, no.

- Well, they found out somehow,
so someone must be talking.

- Or listening.

Hal, go down to your basement,
dig up your old equipment.

I want you to sweep
that dispensary.

- Sweep for bugs? We should be
taking a harder run at Ortiz.

- Jay, take a step back
or go home, it's your call.

*

- [breathing deeply]

[sniffs]

*

- Jay.

- Lissa, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

*

- You know, when Terry got back
from his last tour,

he was no angel
to deal with.

- Yeah, I know
how that goes.

- It was so hard on him.

Booze, pills,
and then even harder stuff.

His father and brothers tried,
but I nursed him through it,

helped him find
a therapist.

- It sounds like
you really saved him.

*

- This came last week.

He got into the police academy.

To report next month.

[sobs]

- [chuckles]
Terry, he...

he didn't even mention
he took the exam.

- Maybe he was too proud
to tell you

until it was official.

One thing I know,
he really looked up to you,

said you went through
a lot of the same things.

[sobbing]

*

- Do you mind
if I keep this?

- I wouldn't know what else
to do with it.

Oh.

[sobbing]
Oh.

*

[car door closes]

- Is that
a reel-to-reel recorder?

- Yeah, I worked Mayor Daley's
protection detail

back in the day.

Swept his home and office
for bugs once a week.

- I didn't know that.

Learn anything interesting?

- [chuckles]

How a city really runs.

- Al, have you seen Roman
sniffing around Burgess lately?

- Well, they're partners.

I thought you two split up.

- Well, yeah,
but I mean--

- So what do you care?

- What do I care?

Al, she was my fiancée
not two seconds ago,

and it seems like
she's moving on

a little fast,
wouldn't you say?

- Listen, you gotta decide
what kind of cop you want to be.

You want to chase tail,
which is fine--

- Al, it's not tail.
It's Kim.

- Listen, man, kid that
I pulled out of the academy

and assigned to intelligence,

a unit that any young cop
would give his right nut

to be a part of, needs to
figure out his priorities.

- So what exactly
are you looking for?

- RF signals,
transmitters.

- Are you suggesting
that someone

has hacked
into my security system?

- Well, we gotta cover
every angle.

- Hey, I found something.

- What?
What'd you find?

- It's okay, I'm gonna show you.
Follow me.

- I want to know,
what is going on?

- Ma'am, I understand, with
everything that's happening,

you're upset,

but I need you to keep quiet
and follow me, please.

[dark music]

*

*

- Hey.

Come here.

Stay here, stay calm.

If the phone rings,
just answer it.

Act natural.
Okay? All right.

*

- Those bugs aren't cellular.
They're older.

They run on
radio frequency.

- So what does that mean?

- Means whoever's listening
is within a two-block radius.

All right, I'll take north,
you take south.

Keep your phone on.

- Yeah, you got it.

- All right.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Yo, man, what the hell?

*

- Al, I think I got
something.

.

- Got serial numbers
off the bugs we found

in Brianna's office.

Called all the spy shops
in Chicago.

Guess who paid for 'em?

- Brianna's soon-to-be
ex-husband, Jason Logan.

- Got his work address here.
JMC Fittings on West Augusta.

- Go pick him up.

Hey, make sure he doesn't
break anything.

- Yeah.

[tool whirring]

- Right there.
- Thank you.

[whirring]

- Can I help you?

- We need to talk.

- I had nothing to do
with Brianna's dispensary

being robbed.

- The dispensary wasn't robbed.
The cash drop

I was in charge of was,
and a man died.

- You think I'd pull
an armed robbery

for over 1/4 mil and
show back up here for shift?

- We know you're suing her
for alimony

in your divorce
settlement.

- I admit, there's no love lost
between me and Brianna.

I mean, the whole idea
for that dispensary was mine.

- Oh, okay, so you think you got
squeezed out of a business deal

that would've put you
in a much higher tax bracket?

- Maybe that's why
you bought the bugs

that we found
in Brianna's office.

That's illegal wire tapping.

More importantly,
that means you heard

our cash drop routes
to the bank,

So along with your partners
in crime,

you're looking
at a homicide.

- Whoa, I didn't bug
her office.

I hired a P.I. to help me
with the alimony case.

He's the one who's
watching Brianna,

to get her to pay up
for sexual abandonment.

- For sexual what?

- Abandonment.

I wanted her bugged 'cause
I knew she was cheating on me.

- So this P.I.,
he's monitoring the calls?

- Listen...
[scoffs]

I maxed out my credit cards
'cause he promised me

I'd get a better settlement
if he found dirt on her.

- We're gonna need
the name of this P.I.

- And until that checks out,
we're detaining you

down at the station.
Get up.

You got cuffs?
- Right here.

- Put your hands
behind your back.

Thanks, Jay.
- Yeah.

- Your first name is Jay?
Jay Halstead?

- Yeah, why?

- Heard too many times
on the tapes

how Brianna wants
to screw you.

[tense music]

*

- Let's go.

*

This is Frank Amerson,

he's 51, he used to work
as a bail bondsman.

Now he's a P.I. making his bones
spying on cheating spouses.

- You know, I read that
something like 73% of men

mess around
on their wives.

- Where'd you read that?

- "Playboy."
- [laughs softly]

- They took out the centerfold,
right? What's the point?

- Look, my point is,
Amerson lives in Oak Park,

makes a good living
destroying marriages,

I mean,
why get into armed robbery?

- I've seen
a 65-year-old woman killed

over a $2 lotto scratcher.

We're talking six figures here.

- Yeah, we need
to grab him up.

- I think we should
take a breath,

do our own counter-surveillance,
see if we can make

a concrete connection
to this robbery.

- Look, I can be up on his phone
in, like, two minutes.

- Right, won't take long.

Antonio, you and Ruzek,
get eyes on this Sam Spade.

[indistinct play-by-play]

[approaching footsteps]

- You got anything yet?

- No, just...
[bottles clinking]

A couple of calls from some lady
who thinks her husband

is actually cheating on her...

with her own sister.
[bottle opens]

And the Hawks are down by two

with six minutes to go.

- [sighs]

- So...there's that.

- [sighs]

- That robbery is--
it's pretty crazy, huh?

Bet it brought back
some memories.

- Mouse, I'm good.

- That fireworks show you guys
put on, it's all over the news.

- Yo, it's Amerson.

[keys clacking]

- Well, things went
as planned.

- Planned? You know
I almost got caught last night,

listening to see
what the cops knew

at her dispensary?

- Hey, I'll--
I'll call you back.

- I want my cut.

- You'll get yours.

- Let's call Voight.
- Yeah.

[tense music]

*

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

- Who are you?

- Why so jumpy, Frank?

- I'm watching a husband.

I get made, you never know
how they're gonna react.

I got a concealed permit
for that.

- All right, fantastic,
we'll figure that out

down at the district.

- Why don't you step
out of the car?

- You know I almost
got caught last night,

listening to see
what the cops knew

at her dispensary?

- Hey, I'll--
I'll call you back.

- Hmm.

Sounds like you need
protection

from the guy on the other end
of that call.

- [laughs and clears throat]
I want a lawyer.

- Glad to call one.

By the time he gets here, you'll
be looking at homicide charges.

- [laughs]

- You were hired
by Brianna's ex-husband

to help
his divorce settlement,

so, you illegally plant
listening devices in her office,

but instead of scandalous gossip
to help his case,

you overhear how much cash
Brianna's moving

and you think, "Hot damn,
I've won the lottery."

- Now the guy you sold
the score to is icing you out.

- [scoffs]

[clears throat]

Uh, If I tell you,
I want protection.

- You give us the guy
on the other end of that call,

I'll rig something up
with the State's Attorney.

- Ahem.

Uh, guy I tracked down
years ago...

when I was a bondsman.
Collin Briggs.

I sold him the score
for 20% of the cash.

- That wasn't so hard, was it?

- [scoffs]

- Who are the others
in his crew?

- I don't know any others
in the crew.

I just know that Briggs
put the crew together.

- Okay.

Call Briggs,
tell him you need to meet,

and if he doesn't show up
with your cut,

you'll go to the police.

- Or you're facing
murder charges.

Come on.

- [sighs]

- Collin Briggs.

He's done time for manslaughter,
aggravated robbery.

According to an FBI database,
he was kicked out

of an anti-government militia
in Indiana.

- Recognize him, Jay?

- Not off the screen.

[tense music]

- Come on,
I'm freezing out here.

- How about you just
think warm thoughts?

[train horn blaring]

*

Our target has arrived.

[train passing overhead]

- How ya doing, Frank?

Nice night.

- Uh, yeah.
You got my cut?

- You like trains?

[laughs]

*

- What is Briggs doing?
Should we move in?

- Negative.
Wait till we see the money

or they talk
about the robbery.

- Hear that clatter?

Reminds me of prison gates
being shut.

[train passing overhead]

- You got my 50K or not?

- [laughs]

Sure.

It's in the trunk.

*

- [screams]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

*

[siren blaring]

*

- Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

Do it, now!

*

- You got it?
- Yeah.

Put your hands
behind your back.

*

Get up.
- Trunk.

- Let me outta here!

- Easy, easy!

You all right?

.

[dark music]

- It wasn't you,

but a guy on your crew
killed my friend.

*

He had a baby boy
on the way.

- We all need
some pain in our life.

- [exhales]

I'm gonna testify against you
at your trial.

I'm gonna make your life
a living hell.

- Inside a cage
or on the street,

I'm doing time
wherever I stand.

I'll never rat,

so how about you just
go get my jungle juice

and bologna sandwich ready
in my holding cell?

Think you can manage that,
pretty boy?

- It's kind of funny,
the only reason I'm here

is to keep him
from getting to you.

I'm standing over there
thinking about what the hell

I'd do to you
if you talked to me like that.

If there's one thing I hate...

[lock unlatches]
It's a hypocrite.

You got five minutes.

*

- Take off these cuffs,
let's see.

- Hey, we found them--
rest of the crew.

*

- Yo, you might want
to hear this.

So the car that Collin Briggs
was driving

belongs to
61-year-old Jacob Seeley.

He lives in Will County, has
a house right outside of Joliet.

- And I did a search,
figuring the car was stolen,

but it wasn't reported,

and guess who Jacob Seeley's
the father of?

- Brendan Seeley.

He did a stretch
in Pontiac

for a string
of strong-armed robberies

where he used a hammer.

Guess who his cellmate was?
Collin Briggs.

- These are the Seeley brothers.

Both have priors
for weapons violations

in Joliet.

*

- That's him.

That's the guy
that killed Terry.

- Looks like we got
our crew.

- Want me to call
Will County Sheriff?

- Tell 'em
we're on our way.

*

- That's the truck.

*

- You do anything stupid,
that hole will be for two.

- Step towards me,
step towards me.

Slowly, nice and slow.

- I tried saving him.

He just kept bleeding.
- Shh.

Where are the others?
Where's Brendan?

- Inside sleeping.

- Antonio, cuff him,
get him outta here.

Keep your ass down.

[tense music]

*

[floor creaking]

*

- Give me a reason.

*

[glass breaking]

[suspenseful music]

[dogs barking]

- Police!
Stop!

.

[tense music]

*

- [grunting]

*

[both grunting]

*

- [grunts]

[screams]

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[choking]

[choking]

[coughs]

[groans]

- I guess I'll call an ambo.

*

- [gasping]

- Yeah, take your time.

- [coughing]

*

- Jay.

- We recovered your money,

minus about ten grand

that Briggs and his crew
burned through.

- I don't care about the money.
I'm just glad you're okay.

And the guy that shot Terry?
Did you get him?

- Where he's going, he's never
gonna see the sun again.

- Good.
Terry's wife...

whatever she needs,
any medical expenses

around the baby,
I'll take care of it.

- That's great.
She'll really appreciate that.

- Um, hey, so...

that dinner at Maestro's,
it still stands, the offer.

Could use somebody
to talk to.

- I'm have somebody
waiting for me.

- Oh.

Well, she's a very lucky girl.

- You're gonna need this.
I'm gonna get you the names

of a couple really solid cops--
guys that need the extra money.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Hey, if you change your mind,

my door is always open.

[stirring music]

*

- A time to remain silent
and a time to speak.

*

There is comfort
in the memories

of how Terry Egan
impacted our lives.

He was a son,
a husband,

a friend,
and a marine.

*

- So I'm using my belt
as a tourniquet

on this poor Marine's arm

where his brachial artery
was severed by a sniper round,

and I'm twisting as hard
as I can to staunch blood

and he's throwing up
all over me,

so I say, "Grunt, I'm trying
to save your life here.

- [chuckles]
- [scoffs]

- Anyway, that was
a typical day in Kandahar.

- Mm.

Well, me and Jay,
we was in Korengal.

There was not a day--

day went by
without a firefight.

- Yeah.

- The thing is...

firefights never
scared me.

[bar music playing]

It was coming home.

Having to look into the faces
of the wives and the families...

of the guys that didn't
make it back.

I gotta go, guys.
[clears throat]

- Later.

[knocking at the door]

- Yeah, come in.

- Um, I just wanted
to come in...

and say thank you
for keeping me on the case.

- Well, right now, you're gonna
take a week's medical leave.

- I appreciate it,
but I'm fine, really.

- It's not open
to discussion.

- [sighs]
Thanks.

- Hey, I been meaning
to tell you...

I'm lucky to have you
in my unit.

[tense music]

*

*

- [sobbing]

*