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[alarm beeping]

[beeping stops]

- [sighs]

- What does the second commandment say?

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.

The meaning is obvious, no?

Even the chiquititas at Catechism tell me,

oh, Padre, I know that second commandment.

It means to give love.

That's easy, simple. Give us something harder.

Otra, otra!

[scattered chuckling]

But you forget those three words.

As thyself.

You lose the meaning.

You see, God knew

that all love starts with loving yourself.

With knowing you are worthy.

So even if you've fallen,

done terrible things, or feel broken,

you must remember that you are a child of God...

who is still loved and who is still worthy.

And that is self-forgiveness.

Until then...

you won't find peace within.

- All right.

They got us assisting on three warrants.

All targets are off the state police narcotics wire.

Gonna be simultaneous breaches at 0600.

All right. Kim and Kev, take target 12.

- Mm-hmm. - Torres, Cook, target eight.

I'll take target three.

Just remember these are all low-level dealers,

so-- - Less to lose.

More trigger-happy. - Exactly.

Just keep it controlled. Let's go.

- OK, roll out!

[tense music]

♪

- Chicago PD! - Chicago PD!

- Chicago PD! Search warrant!

♪

- Walk!

- He's moving towards the back door!

- I'm clearing left! Go right! Move! Move! Move!

- State police! Stop! - Let me see your hands!

[grunting and snarling]

- Hands behind your back right now!

You got anything that can hurt me?

- No. [groans]

I want to see a warrant signed by a damn Cook County judge.

- This is a federal warrant

signed by Magistrate Judge Eleanor Callahan.

- She sounds like an uptight bitch!

- Yeah? Well, you take that up with her.

- I haven't--I haven't done anything wrong, OK?

That--that-- that bitch is wrong!

And I--I-- - Hey, hey, hey. Shut up.

Where's that blood from?

Huh? - I--I don't know.

Did that coyote-- - Is anyone else here?

- No.

- I got him.

- [groans]

- Clear the rest of the house.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you

in the court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these questions I'm saying to you?

- Yes. - Huh?

- Yes! - OK.

♪

[ominous notes]

♪

- 15-21 Ocean.

On the scene of our arrest warrant,

we've discovered a male DOA

approximately 14 or 15 years of age.

[tense somber music]

Roll the crime lab.

♪

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- I don't know him!

How many times do I have to tell you?

- There's a dead kid in your garage

and you're telling me

you have no idea who he is or how he got there.

Do you know how that sounds? - I don't care how it sounds!

It's the truth! I've never seen that kid before in my life.

Hey, man, I-I'm a lot of things,

but I ain't no goddamn kid killer.

I don't know him!

- You got nothing out of him?

- He claims he doesn't know the kid or where he came from.

He heard nothing.

- It's a big property. He lives alone.

It's possible he didn't.

- He's got no known associates in the boy's age range,

and it doesn't match any of his priors.

But--

- But he's not clear until we clear him.

- So there's still no ID on our victim.

His pockets were empty.

Patrol's combing the perimeter,

but none of his belongings were recovered.

- Huh. You got a cause of death?

- Yeah, based on the ME's preliminary,

it looks like he bled out internally

from repeated blunt force trauma.

- Yeah, but there's no signs of a struggle in the house

or in the garage.

So wherever this guy was bled out, it wasn't here.

- Huh.

- So we got a hit off the prints.

Kid's name is Kai Anderson, 15 years old.

- OK. Why is he in our system?

- Because he's currently serving an eight-month stint

at a juvenile state facility for aggravated assault.

- W-what facility was he being held at?

- Maron, couple blocks from here.

- Was he on furlough? - No.

- OK. Was he reported missing?

- No, Sarge. I triple-checked with dispatch.

He was not.

- All right, Kev. You keep working the scene.

Torres, you and I, we'll take Wozniak.

I want you two to get over to Maron.

Find out how the hell one of their kids ended up here dead.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, weren't you housed in Maron?

- Yeah.

♪

- We were just made aware Kai Anderson is missing.

He went unaccounted for during this morning's count.

Officer Gerald here found him missing from his cell.

[door opens]

[sighs]

The staff is conducting a full sweep of the grounds right now.

I was making proper notifications when you arrived.

- So any idea how he escaped?

- Not yet.

Laundry is sent offsite to a third party each night.

Our best guess right now is he snuck out

inside one of those industrial bins.

- What makes you think that?

- Not the first time one of them's tried that.

We found nothing suggesting

that he messed with his cell or rigged the gate.

- No witnesses?

- No.

Guy does have a cellie, Tommy Lopez.

We questioned him,

but he says he didn't see or hear a thing.

He just transferred out of West Side holding a week ago.

And he doesn't talk much.

- Hey, Tommy.

I'm Detective Burgess. This is Officer Cook.

Is this how you found it?

- Yes.

- So when was Kai last accounted for?

- Last night's count.

I assumed he was sleeping there.

I didn't wake him. I didn't see his face.

- Accidents do happen.

- Did you see Kai last night?

- I--I was asleep.

- Do you know when he entered and exited the cell?

- Nope.

- Hey, Tommy.

You've only been here a week,

but you had to have talked to your cellie

at least once, right?

- No.

I don't know anything about him.

- Nothing at all? - No.

- And you saw and heard nothing at all?

- Uh-huh.

- We want to look at your cameras.

[door slams]

There doesn't appear to be any footage deleted,

but according to the facility,

there is zero evidence as to how Kai escaped.

According to them, nobody saw, nobody heard anything.

- Kai's cellie, Tommy, said he knew nothing,

and none of the other inmates were helpful.

- Even if they knew, the inmates wouldn't talk.

It's the way of that place.

- Well, Tommy did seem scared.

He was quick to answer.

He was lying.

- Mm.

- What about Gary Wozniak?

- Well, he didn't seem good for it,

and we found no link between him and Kai.

- I mean, the real question is where the hell was the kid

from the time he escaped Maron

to when he ended up dead in Wozniak's backyard?

- Well, last sighting's 9:42 p.m.

We found him 6:00 a.m.

Let's build a timeline--

- They're lying. [mouse and keyboard clicking]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- He was already injured when he escaped Maron.

12:25 a.m.

- He could have run straight to Wozniak's garage,

tried to hide, bled out instead.

- Whoever beat him is inside Maron.

[tense somber music]

- There's only 40 active staff for over 250 offenders.

And all staff are required to have a clean record,

but that is a real bad ratio of staff-to-inmate.

- You do have one recent employee,

quit a month ago, Jason Wilkins.

He filed a whistleblower complaint

to the Illinois Department of Labor.

He actually cited

unsafe conditions to the youth in our care.

- Mm.

- Moved to Detroit, reached out to him.

And as soon as I brought up Maron, he hung up.

- And that's not the only complaint.

Now since the place was reopened two years ago,

IDOC's got a string of them

from previous employees and inmates,

ranging from unsanitary conditions

to an uptick in violence.

- Yeah, but none of these complaints ever go anywhere.

Something is off.

♪

- Well, we raid a place like that,

we're likely to end up swimming in red tape,

lawyered-up staff, wiped evidence,

and a cover-up.

- I-I can go under.

♪

I mean...

it's all new staff, right?

No one would know I did time there.

And I know Maron.

I--I know the building.

I--I remember how it works.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

I can do it.

I can start with Kai's cellmate, Tommy,

and build from there.

♪

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- Yep, thanks. Through there.

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Mr. Alonso.

- Enrique.

- This way.

For roll call,

they're due back in their cells by 9:45 p.m.

One second late and it's an automatic rule violation.

No exceptions.

Lights out is at 10:00.

Here's your card key.

You have access to all the cellblocks.

That should sum it up for now.

The other COs can fill you in on the blanks.

- No problem.

- These orientations usually are--

are much more thorough, but...

the last few days around here have been--

[chuckles dryly] Unbelievably hectic.

- Yeah, I--I heard about the--

the dead kid.

He escaped?

- In a nutshell, yes.

- Anyone I should keep an eye on?

- Today? - Yeah.

- Tommy Lopez.

Kid's our current man in solitary.

We'll cut him loose soon.

- What landed him in the hole?

- Contraband in his cell. Cannabis.

- Any clue how, um-- how the dead kid escaped?

- Kai Anderson?

- Sorry. Uh, Kai.

Any clue how he escaped?

In case anyone else makes an attempt?

- There's not much to tell, unfortunately.

Welcome to Maron.

[suspenseful music]

- [sighs]

♪

[suspenseful music fading]

[indistinct chatter]

- Tuck your shirt in.

Tuck it in.

- Hey, Alonso.

It's chow time. Let them eat in peace.

- Don't let the tat fool you.

There ain't a good God-fearing bone in Art Cervantes's body.

Same goes for most of them.

- And my guess that wasn't always the case, huh?

- Theo Collins.

- Enrique Alonso.

- So you're the rookie they forced on us, huh?

- I'm not a rookie, but I'm new here.

- Ah.

- I heard they brought me in

'cause some kid ran or something?

- [chuckles dryly]

- I gotta go to solitary. Where's that at?

- Mm, just follow the yellow brick road.

- Thanks, man. - Mm-hmm.

- Who's in there now?

- Tommy Lopez.

His little ass took a swing at me.

Have fun, bud.

[latch clicks]

- Hey, hey.

I got it, I got it.

One of the COs told me to switch out with you.

Sorry. I don't know the names yet.

- OK. He's in the third cell.

- All right.

[electronic beep]

Yo, if I were you,

I'd stop bitching on the floor and man up quick.

It's gonna be a minute

before you're out of here, and...

[chuckles] I've been on the job for two seconds

and your name's in every CO and inmate's mouth.

I don't know what you did to get so popular around here,

but I do know

the more they talk about you, the worse it is.

So...

don't let them be talking about you.

- Tell Art I didn't say nothing to nobody.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[intercom chimes] - Break time's over!

Prisoners must return to their cells.

All prisoners must return to their cells at this time.

- Let's go.

♪

♪

♪

.

- Definitely a burner. Mostly texting names.

Texting names to the same number.

- Uh, what names?

- Joe, Mikey, Brad, Jackson, Kai.

- Those are all boys in Maron.

- The second number text back times.

Joe 10:00 p.m. tomorrow,

Mikey and Brad 12:00 a.m.,

Kai 12:15 Wednesday.

- That's right before Kai escaped.

- Mm.

- Uh-uh. And there's no calls at all.

But that burner is sending images to that same number.

[tense music]

♪

- Jesus.

- Art's pimping the kids out.

- All right, who's the number he's texting?

- I don't know. It's not registered.

It's probably a burner. I'll try and find the IMEI.

- So what are we saying?

There's sex trafficking inside Maron?

Like Johns are meeting in the facility?

♪

- It's possible.

♪

- All right, so what do we know about Art?

- He's an addict. He got popped for possession.

Gets zero visitors.

All the other inmates are scared of him.

- Maybe for good reason.

Like if Kai was on a date Wednesday night,

that means that we could be looking for a John

who was snuck inside Maron.

So a trick goes wrong, John beats him, Kai runs,

he dies in that garage.

- It's possible, but we need proof.

All right, clone Art's phone,

then flip the number he's talking to.

Let's find out who the hell's on the other end helping him.

You two run surveillance outside Maron.

I mean, if Johns are being transported inside,

I want to know how. - Mm-hmm.

- Dante, you got to get Art to talk.

Kay?

♪

- Yeah.

♪

Delivering the headphones now.

All charged up from the commissary.

Apparently, you have a lot on the books.

- Doing in-person drop-offs now?

- I volunteered.

♪

I also wanted to drop this off.

It's yours, yeah?

Look.

I know what it's like in here.

All right?

You want to talk to someone outside, I--I get it.

Just...

pick a better hiding spot.

[chuckles softly]

- That ain't my phone.

Take it back. Hey.

Take it back!

[indistinct chatter]

- Why the hell do I have new guard on my ass?

- I don't know. - He found the phone.

- OK, it ain't my fault. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's been here a couple days

and all of a sudden, he finds my phone.

You've been running your mouth. - I haven't.

- Did you not see what happened to Kai

when he tried to run his mouth?

- I didn't say anything. Leave me alone.

- He ended up dead.

You want him to kill you, too?

- Wait, "him." Who's him?

Come on, come on, come on.

- All right, since it's on you,

you're gonna trash it.

If a guard finds it, it's you with the contraband.

- Screw you! I'm not taking it.

[tense music]

♪

[overlapping clamoring]

- Hey! Hey!

♪

- Now you know what it's really like in here, bitch!

[alarm blaring]

- Don't you move a damn inch if you know what's good for you!

Get your ass down now!

- Huh?

[officers shouting]

[overlapping shouting]

[alarm blaring]

[overlapping shouting]

- Come on, come on. Move!

Hey! What was that, huh?

What were you thinking?

- You think I care? - Huh?

- He's been in the hole all week!

- And that matters to me? - It should! Yeah!

[door clanks shut]

[alarm blaring]

Wait, wait.

What? No, no, no! Wait, wait.

- [laughing]

- No, no, no, no.

Hey! [pounding on door]

Hey!

- [laughing] - No. No, no, no.

[laughter continues]

[tense music]

- What are you doing?

Get your ass back to work and check each cell!

♪

[alarm blaring]

♪

- Hey. Tommy Lopez isn't here.

- Check solitary.

[tense music]

♪

♪

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- Hey, Flores!

Hey! hey! Tommy Lopez, where is he?

- He's in solitary after the mess hall.

- No, no! I just checked! He's not there!

- He was in there last I knew.

He was owed a call so they--

- What? What?

- He was owed a call

so they probably gave it to him

before putting him in for the night.

- Who--who sent him to the phone call?

- No idea.

[tense music]

[phone buzzing]

♪

- Sarge.

♪

Hey, Alonso.

- Something's wrong.

- OK. Uh, just talk to me.

What--what's going on?

- I don't know.

T-Tommy Lopez is missing.

And, uh, I don't know. Place is on lockdown.

I'm getting conflicting info about his whereabouts.

I don't know.

Is there any movement outside Maron?

- No. There's no movement.

Only staff. It's quiet.

We haven't seen any Johns go in or out.

On the wire, we heard Art tell Tommy

that someone was gonna kill him if he ran his mouth.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. So someone--

someone who?

- We don't know.

- Something's wrong.

Whatever's happening with Tommy is wrong.

I can--I can feel it. - OK.

Just try to get eyes on Tommy now.

If not, we need to crash.

You just give us the word.

- OK.

All right, copy. I'll find him.

[locker slams shut]

[electronic beep]

- You seriously can't even close the door, can you?

- Where's Tommy? - Get you a stuffed animal?

- Hmm?

I know you know where he's at.

So where is he?

Who are you working with?

- Get out.

- No.

Where's Tommy?

- No, no, no, no!

[panting]

[tense music]

- Listen to me.

I've been exactly where you're standing, all right?

Trying to convince myself

life wasn't eating me from the inside.

And it was.

- [whimpering] I don't know what the hell your problem is.

- Where is he?

- Did he--did he send you here to trick me?

'Cause I said I swear I didn't--

- What? No, no, no.

- I haven't said anything to anyone, OK?

- What? Who? Who? - I promise. I swear.

- Hey! Where is he?

♪

- [takes deep breath]

♪

That door,

I can't close it 'cause I was here once.

At Maron.

I was 15.

♪

I'm police.

And I'm here to find out what happened to Kai.

And I think you know.

And I think you also know where Tommy is.

So where is he?

[tense somber music]

♪

Somewhere deep inside...

you believe this can restore you.

♪

And I'm living proof that it can.

[soft dramatic music]

He does restore.

He'll forgive you.

But you have to let Him.

♪

Where is he?

- The basement.

♪

[dramatic music]

[electronic beep]

- Hey, Ocean, we heard. Want us to crash?

- Yes! Move in!

♪

[glass breaks]

[door slams]

♪

Police!

Hey! Chicago PD! Stop!

[ominous music]

♪

Kev, I need backup now. I need an ambo.

I got a runner running from the basement, south side.

♪

Hey, it's OK.

You're safe. I got you.

I'm police.

All right?

♪

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- We are telling you the production

of child pornography was happening on your grounds.

Young boys are being raped. - And I'm helping you.

- Are you?

Were you in that basement?

- No!

I was at home. Ask my wife.

I have no idea what was happening in that base--

- The production of child pornography!

How many times we got to tell you?

- Please.

I'm trying to help.

- There's trace evidence of blood in the basement.

It was bleached, but the evidence still remains

and it all traces back to Kai's DNA.

What happened to him down there?

- I didn't have anything to do with Kai.

- I'm not saying you had anything to do with it, but...

something happened.

- [softly] I don't know.

- Who were you texting?

Who are you're working with, Art?

[door opens]

[door shuts]

- Give us a few, yeah?

[door closes]

- Ice was one of the things I missed the most.

[Torres sighs]

- Is Tommy OK?

- Yeah.

Yeah, the hospital's keeping him for monitoring,

but, um...

the drugs should be flushed out of his system by now.

When I was in Maron, I, um...

I did horrible things.

And I did more when I got out.

To survive.

But then I--

I found God.

And this job.

And I made a choice.

I chose to--

to do good each day.

To restore myself.

All right.

You know, why you did what you did, it matters.

The law calls it duress. Do you know what that means?

It means you didn't have a choice.

- [shakily] I just didn't want it to happen to me anymore, OK?

I-I-I couldn't do it anymore,

so--so I--

[somber music]

- So...

so you recruited and, um,

and groomed the other boys?

- It was the only way.

♪

He'd give me a phone

and told me to pick out the boys,

send photos.

And then I'd convince the boys that it was easy.

Just--

it's just a way to get treated well inside.

And that all they had to do

was go to the basement when I told them.

To party, to drink, and--

and make photos and videos.

But then it--

it--it got worse and worse.

He--

he'd participate.

He'd--he'd--he'd make them--

♪

- It's OK.

♪

Who?

♪

- CO Collins.

♪

- Anyone else? - No.

No, it was all Collins.

But he would pay CO Flores to keep the halls clear.

- All right.

♪

Did Collins kill Kai?

♪

- He was gonna talk.

Collins found out and started beating him.

And I don't know how Kai got away, but he ran.

And Collins couldn't chase him.

♪

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[sniffles]

♪

- Back is secure. - Copy.

[suspenseful music]

[knocks on door] Chicago PD.

♪

- Can I help you, officers?

- Are you Mrs. Collins? - Yes.

- We have a search warrant for these premises

and an arrest warrant for your husband.

Is he here?

- Yes. He's upstairs.

- Go.

- What's going on? Step inside please. Here.

♪

[pounds on door] - Hey! Chicago PD!

[latch clicking] Collins, open up right now!

[loud clattering]

[computer beeping] Hey, hey, hands up!

Let me see those hands!

Hands! Drop the weapon.

Drop it right now.

Drop it.

It's over.

You're done. Drop the weapon.

[tense music]

Drop it!

♪

- They were already broken.

♪

[gunfire]

♪

- Torres.

Come on, drop the gun.

It's over.

♪

Come on.

Drop the gun.

[somber music]

♪

- Well, looks the same as Maron.

- It's not.

Plus you only got seven weeks of your sentence left, so.

- You said we had to make a choice to forgive ourselves.

Hand it over to God.

You--you couldn't even close the door at Maron.

I mean, it's been ten years,

and you couldn't even close the door.

It don't ever leave you.

And maybe it shouldn't.

Maybe we deserve to be punished forever.

- Let's go.

- What does eternal protection look like?

Psalm 91 says,

"I shall say of the Lord,

"He is my refuge. He is my fortress.

"He is my God in whom I trust.

"He will cover you with His feathers,

and under His wing, you will find refuge."

[soft dramatic music]

♪

As children of God,

we must remember.

♪

Each and every one of us

wear that invisible cloak of God's protection.

He is with us,

all around us,

willing and able to restore.

[somber music]

Let us pray.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses...

♪

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]