Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 10, Episode 18 - You Only Die Twice - full transcript
A tragic crime Leads the Intelligence Team closer to the Beck family.
- Samantha Beck and
her father Richard
are manufacturing and
running mass amounts of meth.
- I could go under.
- Richard is a
white supremacist.
- And he's feeding
it to his grandchild.
- My buyer's got
more product coming.
- Don't you get paid in cash?
- With my dad, it's
not always in cash.
- What is it?
- Supplies for the end.
- I was just too scared...
Too numb.
It's not that I didn't feel
the same way that he did.
I did. I always have.
Hey.
- Good morning.
- Some night.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, I, uh...
I don't want this to just be...
You know.
- Me neither.
- Feels different.
No, no, leave it.
- It's your undercover phone...
- No, go ahead, leave it.
Kim, I don't wanna... no.
Samantha Beck.
Callum wants to show me his new
"Magic: the Gathering" card.
I had a month undercover,
and this is as close
as I am to busting Richard Beck.
I'm at "Magic" cards.
- Mm, it's just gonna
take time, Adam.
- The man never gets
close to the drugs.
- Oh, Samantha
will give you more
closer you get to
her and her family.
She will.
- I don't know. I don't know.
She doesn't talk to me anymore
about whatever the end is,
about the supplies they gather.
Hasn't talked to me
about whatever it is
her dad's planning,
and I don't even know
if she really knows.
- Hey, it will come.
We'll get there together.
Just need a moment.
One moment.
It'll come.
- You are making this hard.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
- All good. Do your thing.
- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna work, bumblebee.
- But it's the weekend.
- Yeah, well, I mean,
unfortunately bad guys,
they don't take the day off.
Aww.
See you later.
- Okay, Dad.
- Morning.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Just robbed the doughnut
shop, so let's dig in
before the cops get here.
- Adam.
- Hey, man.
- Look, I got a super
rare Echo Fighter card.
- Well, look at you.
- You know what they say.
Only the best kids
get the good cards.
Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Come on, kid.
Come on.
Come on. Hup!
We're going again. You ready?
- Yeah!
Nicely done, buddy.
- Nice job, Callum.
- I can't sleep.
- Again?
Why am I getting the
feeling that this is
becoming a new round two
bedtime routine kind of thing?
Come on. Let's go.
- Hey, can you
help me with this?
- You can't sleep, bud?
- No. The slide stock's jammed.
- Slide stock?
- Yeah.
- Who taught you that word?
- My grandpa.
He let me shoot his
rifle at the mill once.
Last summer.
- All right, well,
this is a toy,
so no slide stock.
Looks like your ammo is
a piece of candy, so.
- Callum, you gotta
get back to bed, okay?
Read if you have to, but
you better be in bed.
- What's up?
- It's another Dale problem.
My dad wants me to go to his
house and help his sorry ass.
- Why does he keep
that guy around?
- He's known him
since he was a kid.
It's like the son
my dad never had.
- What'd he do now?
- I don't know.
It sounds serious.
Where am I gonna find a sitter?
- Why don't you
let me handle it?
I know Dale.
We been loading trucks together.
He knows me. You
stay with Callum.
Give me a chance to
prove to your dad
that I'm actually
worth something.
Let me take it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Hey, Dale.
Yo, you here?
It's Adam. Sam sent me.
- Oh, they sent the new guy?
Jesus. I got this. You
didn't have to come.
I don't need a damn
babysitter watching me.
- What's that smell?
Is that bleach?
- Yes, man. That's bleach.
- Smell the bleach.
- Take a whiff.
Go back and report to Sammy
and Richard that I'm good.
- Nah, I'm just
doing what I'm told.
You know how it is.
What is all this?
- You know what?
Road trip, new guy.
Come on, let's go.
Shut the door.
Taste that new batch of Tina?
- Haven't gotten
near the product.
- It's like drinking a
keg of Red Bull, man.
I've been up for,
like, 48 hours.
You ever wonder what happens
if you, like, never sleep?
I heard you hallucinate and,
like, see bats and stuff.
- How'd you get those
cuts on your hand?
- Just got in a little
scrap, that's all.
- Little scrap.
- Yeah.
What are we doing, Dale?
- Whoo!
Nothing like a fire
in the winter, huh?
See, clothes, shoes, even
threw my damn underwear
in there, all right?
It's like it never happened.
Never happened.
- Dale's not gonna talk to me.
He wouldn't say a word to
me the entire drive back.
But I'm telling you, that
man, he did something.
It was something bad.
There was a hell of a lot
of blood on those clothes.
- Forensics came up
empty on the fire.
No blood, no DNA.
- No homicides or assaults
with a cutting instrument
reported last night.
- And no one showed up
at any of the hospitals
with lacerations.
- Dale's phone been
off for about 48 hours,
so it's gonna be hard as hell
to track him down that way.
- I think we ought
to bring them in.
- If we bring him
in, you'll be made.
The case will be blown.
- This man, he did something.
He committed a crime.
- All right, so find out
what the crime was first,
then bring him in
without getting burned.
Why don't you go ahead
start with his car?
If he was driving it last night,
might be blood or
forensics in it.
- If we seize his
car on the books,
we're in the same problem.
Ruze's cover is blown.
- So get creative.
Secure the warrant.
Just don't serve it.
- Richard, I don't need
someone following me around
doing things that I've been
doing for you for
how many years.
How many years I
been doing this?
No one's gonna find
out a goddamn thing!
- What's up, man?
- Hey.
- You all right?
- I'm all right. I'm
always all right.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
Richard, how you doing, sir?
- Fine.
Just fine.
- Damn.
What's up with the boss?
- I don't know. Hates
Mondays, I guess.
What are you doing here?
- Ah, checking on you.
Thought you could use a drink.
You know last night, I
was just following orders.
You know what I mean?
- It's all good.
I could definitely use a drink.
- All right, hell yeah.
Let's go. I'll drive.
- How long you gonna be?
All right.
You've
done this before.
- Sin comentarios.
- Let's go.
Techs did a deep
dive on the Firebird,
and Dale got the carpets
professionally cleaned, like,
recently... damn near three
hours before we got there.
- Yeah, they found pebbles
of fresh cold patch asphalt
in the wheel wells.
- Okay.
You check with Streets
and Sanitation?
- Yes, sir.
25 crews out there every
day filling potholes,
and we've got a list of
100 trees, approximately,
but at least it
narrows somewhat.
- CPIC reached out to me.
Sent over this video.
Traffic cam caught
Dale's Firebird
going fast down a side street
three blocks from Ashland
on the Near West Side.
- What's the name
of that side street?
- It looks like North Troy.
- Yeah, North Troy
was repaved yesterday.
- Okay, so 9:51, two hours
later, Dale's calling for help.
So what's on that street?
- Not much, bunch of old houses,
Chinese restaurant, laundromat.
- Okay, so search every
inch of North Troy.
Come on, boots on
the ground. Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right, thanks, Kim.
Laundromat's clear.
Nothing on the
rest of the block.
- Okay.
- Yo, this place should be open.
- Torres, side door.
Chicago PD, anybody in here?
Bodies.
- 5-0-21 Ocean.
- Go ahead, Ocean.
- Yeah, we got two DOAs.
202 North Troy.
Roll the crime lab.
Have Patrol shut down the
block and secure the perimeter.
- Copy, Ocean. Crime
lab and units en route.
- Chan and Myeong
Rae, the owners.
Ran this place for 17 years.
Second generation immigrants
just trying to live the dream.
Cash register
wasn't even touched,
so it couldn't have
been a robbery.
They were targeted.
- And what the hell
am I looking at?
- Why they were targeted.
"Neuer tag" is
German for new day.
It was a Nazi rallying cry.
We got a hate crime.
- All right, what else?
- TOD was around
9:30 last night.
Each of the victims got at
least 20 sharp force injuries.
Deep cuts.
- Rage kill.
- Yeah.
- All right, grab the
team, canvass the block,
check PODs, find me a witness.
We are gonna use this.
We are gonna make this case
on bail for these murders
and then flip them for Richard.
I want both of them.
All right, let's go.
- Okay.
You sure? Yeah,
all right. Thanks.
So Sarge, tech said
they did not find
Dale's DNA at the restaurant.
- We know he was driving
five blocks away.
We could bring him, squeeze
him, lie about the blood.
- No, we need more.
- I might have it.
Security from a tire shop
behind the restaurant
caught something.
This is 9:41 last night.
- All right, too short. That
sure as hell ain't Dale.
- Wait, rewind it.
Go back to the car.
Can anyone make out that plate?
- Okay, Illinois tags for sure.
FLN... FLN8-something?
- I don't know.
Oh, wait, back it up.
That guy right there, you see?
He's wearing an
apron or something.
He could be a busboy.
- Yeah, Kev, I
think you're right.
- I got a 2016 Kia.
The plates are FLN822C.
The car comes back to a Ken Mao.
Got W-2s for the last two
years at Rae's Restaurant.
No sheet, the timing's right.
I think we got a witness.
- All right, Kim, you and
Hailey get him in here.
- All right, be safe.
- Chicago PD, Ken
Mao, are you in there?
Excuse me.
I'm Detective Upton.
This is Officer Burgess.
We're looking for your neighbor.
Have you seen him?
- I saw him come
home last night.
He... he was crying real bad.
Do you think something
bad happened to him?
Ken.
- We don't know, ma'am.
Thank you for your time.
- Ken.
- Clear.
- Ken, are you in there?
- Get out!
I've got a gun!
- Ken, we're police, okay?
I know that you're scared,
but we just wanna talk
to you about last night.
- Ken, I'm gonna slide
my ID to you, all right?
- I'm opening the
door now, okay?
Get your finger off the trigger.
Ken, listen to me, get your
finger off the trigger.
Put your gun down.
- Ken, look at me.
Look at my badge.
Okay? Look at my badge.
We're police. We are
who we say we are.
You gotta put the gun down now.
Put the gun down now!
- Sorry. Sorry.
Did you get the man?
I was washing dishes,
and I caught a glimpse
of this big, masked guy
running into the back office.
Had a knife and I just...
I froze.
He was yelling at them,
something about how
they ruined the block.
Said he used to
live around there.
Then I...
I heard, uh, stabs, screaming,
and I went to grab my...
My phone to call 911.
But I couldn't...
I couldn't find it.
I panicked and...
- It's okay.
- No.
I just curled up in a ball.
I should have done more.
I thought he might have
seen me, so I just...
Ran home, and then I hid.
- Did you, uh, see anything
specific about him?
- No.
But I remember the knife.
It was big... maybe 6
inches, a green handle.
- That's good.
That's a good detail.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Good.
- The Raes, they, um...
they treated me
like a son, and...
And someone
just slaughters them.
- I'll get the papers started.
- Ava's mom.
The girls are done with dinner.
I gotta go get Mack
from Ferrera's.
- Listen, let me go get her.
I could use the air.
All right.
- Adam.
Adam.
- Sam, what are you...
What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Look, it's an emergency.
My dad said not to call or text.
- Okay, how'd you
know I would be here?
- Look, I've seen you
here. You come for dinner.
- You've seen me here when?
- Look, why does it matter?
- You've seen me here when, Sam?
- When we first
met, I followed you
for a couple of days just to
make sure I could trust you.
- You followed me?
You followed me? Jesus.
- Look, I watched you
eat dinner by yourself.
It's not a big deal.
Look, we gotta go.
Something's going on.
I can't talk to
you about it here.
- All right, I...
- Come on, we gotta go.
- I have to cancel
something real quick.
Just...
- Come on, Adam.
- I'm coming.
- Come on.
- I'm coming.
- Let's go.
- All right, talk to me.
What are we doing?
Sam, your energy's
killing me here.
What the hell are we
doing? Where are we going?
- You have your gun?
- No. Why?
- Open the glove box.
- What'd you do?
- I didn't do anything yet.
- What's "yet"? What
does "yet" mean?
- It's Dale.
- Is this about the other night?
- The other night?
- I was with him. He
was burning clothes.
He didn't tell you about it?
- No.
All I know is that my dad says
he's getting too reckless.
He's drawing heat. He
needs us to handle it.
- Handle it?
Handle it meaning
kill him? Am I right?
Yeah?
Sam, we can't just kill the man.
It's Dale.
- Look, it is a test of loyalty.
I have already tried to think
of every single way out.
If we don't do this,
there'll be punishment.
- Okay, all right.
We'll... we'll
just keep thinking.
- If we think too
much, he'll kill us.
- Is there a plan?
- Yeah, we're supposed to take
him to a house in Pullman.
Dale thinks we're picking
up new lab equipment.
- Listen, listen, let
me take care of this.
All right, you make an excuse,
something about Callum.
- I can't, Adam.
We can't.
- Adam.
- I got about 30 seconds.
Richard Beck ordered
a hit on Dale.
He wants me and Sam to do it.
She's inside grabbing
Dale right now.
I'm sitting in the car.
- Have you got Richard on tape?
- No. No, it was all to Sam.
It's all hearsay, all in code.
She hasn't even directly said
that he ordered Dale's death.
Boss, I do not know
where we're going.
I do not have a COH. I'm
completely naked out here.
- All right, just
stall if you can.
Torres and Atwater'll
get to you ASAP.
We'll take it on
the fly from there.
- Hey, you all right?
- Hey.
- I told you not to
have that last Banshee.
- Some gang-banging
pricks stole my bird.
- Really?
You gotta be kidding me.
Wish I was.
I'm just saying it's a
breakdown of everything.
A man can't even
keep his car safe
in his own garage anymore.
- We're not exactly
saints, brother.
- We get paid to
get people high.
Everybody wins.
Drug laws are a joke, new guy.
The system's a joke.
You guys hear about that
so-called hate
crime on the news?
- No. What happened?
- Chinese restaurant got robbed.
All they wanna talk
about is how tough
the Asian American
experience is in Chicago.
What about the white
man's experience?
White man that used
to own that restaurant
but couldn't make a dime
once the neighborhood
was flooded with insects.
White man whose families
were left with nothing.
Walk around their
own neighborhood
like a stranger every day.
Sick of it.
- Sam, where is this place?
Pullman, 4344 South Vernon?
- What? 4344 South Vernon?
- Hear that?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Let's go.
- You got a key?
- Under a rock under the porch.
- Aha.
Here we go.
There's nothing in here.
- I think most of it's in
the basement, right, Sam?
- Yeah.
- We'll take care of it.
You grab the stuff
in the bedroom.
Come on, big man.
- Where's the stuff at, man?
- I don't know.
Maybe she got the address wrong.
- Come on.
- Quiet. Quiet.
- Take it, homey.
- Relax. Relax.
- Yeah.
- Shut up. Stop. Stop.
Shut up. Shut up.
Rich wants you dead.
- I'm a cop, dumb-dumb.
I just saved your
worthless life.
- You got this?
- Mm-hmm.
- Come on. Let's go.
Sam, I just saw someone in
the alley through the window.
We need to go right now.
Come on. Let's go.
Sam.
- Oh, my God, oh, my God.
- You're all right.
We're all right. You're
okay. We're okay.
You gotta call your dad.
You tell him it's done.
Then we need to
leave the body there.
Hey, hey.
Hey, take a count, all right?
We're driving away from here.
You're going home to your kid.
Let's go.
- Hey, hey! Whoa, hey!
Stop reaching! Quit
reaching, all right?
I got him. Come on.
You gonna pay for
this, you goddamn...
- Goddamn what?
Huh?
Say it so you can
make it easy for me.
- Say it, huh?
- Thought so.
- Uh, Dale.
I don't think you're hearing us.
Your boss,
the man who helped raise you,
ordered your murder.
- I heard you.
- Okay.
- And we can put
him away for life.
You just gotta work with us.
- Why would I work for you?
- Because you don't wanna rot
in the penitentiary, Dale.
- No, you don't understand.
We are at war,
and I'm a soldier.
And I messed up.
If it was reversed
and I was Richard,
I'd have done the same thing.
The cause is bigger
than both of us.
- Okay, well, talk to
us about this cause.
I mean, what y'all got going on?
- You'll hear about
it soon enough.
- Okay, Dale, this is what
I want you to do for me.
Imagine Danville Prison,
and I'm not sure
if you knew this,
but the brothers run H block
at the Danville Prison.
And all I really gotta do is
just drop your white ass off,
and as soon as they
hear about your cause
and know about your history,
they're gonna own you.
Like, for real, you
probably gonna have to keep
an ice pack in your shorts.
- Ouch.
- And when they get
bored, they'll cut you
and watch your racist ass bleed.
- You trying to scare me?
- Mm-mm.
I'm just giving you what we got,
and you can do with
it what you want.
We'll check on you later, Dale.
That idiot ain't flipping.
He just keeps going on
and on about how the cause
is bigger than him and Richard.
- He says he gets why
Richard wanted him dead.
He messed up.
- We don't have Dale
on the Rae murders.
Richard's gonna realize sooner
or later I didn't kill him.
What do we do? Am I burned?
- We keep him dead
as long as we can.
You logged him in
at Med as a Doe?
- Yes, sir. All right, good.
That means we got 48 hours.
We keep working.
We need hard, fast
physical evidence
that pins those murders to Dale.
Nothing he can wiggle out of.
Believe me, if this
prick is facing life,
he is gonna flip,
cause or no cause.
This'll all be done.
So get back out
there, re-canvass.
Find that knife or
find a new witness.
Let's go.
- All right.
- I see.
No, thanks for your
time, Mr. Metz.
Last customer signed
a credit card at 8:54.
Hoping he forgot something.
Went back, no luck.
- Hey, anything?
- No, ma'am.
Just a real scared
neighborhood at this point.
- Hang on.
I've been re-tracking
Dale's route home
after the murder, and new
POD footage just came in.
Okay. So here
comes his Firebird.
It's 9:52, 20 minutes
after the murder.
If he's gonna go straight home,
he should turn right on Ogden.
Instead he turns left on
58th, disappears from view.
20 minutes later, he returns.
So why the detour?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know that place. Yeah.
Closed manufacturing plant.
I heard Richard and
his guys talk about it.
They call it the mill.
Something like, you know,
three generations of Becks
worked there until,
according to them anyway,
immigrants came
in, destroyed it.
- Hmm.
Well, why go there
after the murder?
- Hide something?
- Right, hide something
you wanna keep.
Shell casings.
- 16 gauge.
- Richard's favorite.
You got something?
Good eye.
- There we go.
- I got you.
- Adam, there's
something in there.
- Bingo. That's it.
- Son of a bitch,
he cleaned it off.
- Well, maybe not enough. All
we need is a trace, right?
- Be careful. Watch your step.
- That's Richard. We gotta go.
- So can I shoot first?
- Yeah, you got it.
Now...
You remember what to do?
- Yeah, sure.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Yeah. Thanks for
rushing it, Stan.
Yeah.
- Tell me we're good.
- We're great.
Techs found Dale
and Chan Rae's DNA.
Blood seeped into the handle.
Don't clean what you can't see.
- His luck just ran out.
Officer, we good?
- All quiet.
- All right.
- Oh, damn it.
- Garcia, get a doctor in here.
- Hey, hey, I need help.
- You stupid son of a bitch.
- There's an emergency.
- You don't get to
die like this, man.
You don't get to die like this.
Stop moving. Just chill out.
- I failed him.
This is what he wanted.
- Come on, man.
For God's sakes, Dale,
do not die for that, man.
All right, give him
up to me right now.
Dale, come on.
Don't let it happen like this.
Give me Richard right now.
Dale, you're gonna give
me Richard right now, man.
Dale, give me Richard right now.
- We need a crash
cart. Come on.
You gotta move here.
- Come on, man.
- Come on. We got him. Move.
- Dale.
Dale.
- Move.
- Adam.
- Dale flatlined 20 minutes ago.
- What are you talking about?
- Took the screw
out of the IV post.
Reopened his wound, bled out.
I just don't know.
The man would have let
me shoot him in the face.
It's what Richard wanted.
I could have executed him
point blank in that basement
for the cause.
- All right.
Dale have any close family?
- No. No, family's all dead.
Richard's really all he had.
- All right.
I want you to get
approval to log him
as a John Doe at the morgue.
We'll leak that CPD found a
body at that Pullman house.
Richard now thinks you
murdered a man for him.
We're gonna use that
to get what we need.
You good, Adam?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Do I really have a choice?
- We use it to end this.
- Guess what kind of
bullets are in this thing.
- You got me, bud.
- Hollow points.
They expand when
they hit the target.
- Callum.
- Boom!
- Sir, I need to
talk to you, please.
Now.
I am sick of this.
- Excuse me?
- I'm sick of playing
babysitter to your daughter,
to your grandson.
I'm sick of pretending
to be some happy family
when I just killed a man.
If you want my loyalty,
if you want me to take
care of things with her,
then bring me in for real.
- Were you at the
mill yesterday?
- Were you?
- Answer the question.
- Yeah.
Yeah, your idiot Dale
hid his knife there.
- You got rid of it?
- I tossed it in the river.
- Good.
I'm guessing Sam told
you about the plan,
the little she knows of it.
It'll begin in three
weeks on May 28th.
Supplies will be
in place by then.
Multiple targets,
many casualties.
Our message will be
sent loud and clear.
You're gonna be in charge.
- In charge of what?
- Deliveries.
- Deliveries of what?
You'll
know on the day.
No more for now.
Your time is coming, Adam.
You done good.
I'm proud.
But in the meantime.
You have to keep
Samantha on the path.
She's losing faith. I can tell.
Callum is confused.
You'll have to remind
her of the truth.
We are making a better world.
her father Richard
are manufacturing and
running mass amounts of meth.
- I could go under.
- Richard is a
white supremacist.
- And he's feeding
it to his grandchild.
- My buyer's got
more product coming.
- Don't you get paid in cash?
- With my dad, it's
not always in cash.
- What is it?
- Supplies for the end.
- I was just too scared...
Too numb.
It's not that I didn't feel
the same way that he did.
I did. I always have.
Hey.
- Good morning.
- Some night.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, I, uh...
I don't want this to just be...
You know.
- Me neither.
- Feels different.
No, no, leave it.
- It's your undercover phone...
- No, go ahead, leave it.
Kim, I don't wanna... no.
Samantha Beck.
Callum wants to show me his new
"Magic: the Gathering" card.
I had a month undercover,
and this is as close
as I am to busting Richard Beck.
I'm at "Magic" cards.
- Mm, it's just gonna
take time, Adam.
- The man never gets
close to the drugs.
- Oh, Samantha
will give you more
closer you get to
her and her family.
She will.
- I don't know. I don't know.
She doesn't talk to me anymore
about whatever the end is,
about the supplies they gather.
Hasn't talked to me
about whatever it is
her dad's planning,
and I don't even know
if she really knows.
- Hey, it will come.
We'll get there together.
Just need a moment.
One moment.
It'll come.
- You are making this hard.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
- All good. Do your thing.
- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna work, bumblebee.
- But it's the weekend.
- Yeah, well, I mean,
unfortunately bad guys,
they don't take the day off.
Aww.
See you later.
- Okay, Dad.
- Morning.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Just robbed the doughnut
shop, so let's dig in
before the cops get here.
- Adam.
- Hey, man.
- Look, I got a super
rare Echo Fighter card.
- Well, look at you.
- You know what they say.
Only the best kids
get the good cards.
Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Come on, kid.
Come on.
Come on. Hup!
We're going again. You ready?
- Yeah!
Nicely done, buddy.
- Nice job, Callum.
- I can't sleep.
- Again?
Why am I getting the
feeling that this is
becoming a new round two
bedtime routine kind of thing?
Come on. Let's go.
- Hey, can you
help me with this?
- You can't sleep, bud?
- No. The slide stock's jammed.
- Slide stock?
- Yeah.
- Who taught you that word?
- My grandpa.
He let me shoot his
rifle at the mill once.
Last summer.
- All right, well,
this is a toy,
so no slide stock.
Looks like your ammo is
a piece of candy, so.
- Callum, you gotta
get back to bed, okay?
Read if you have to, but
you better be in bed.
- What's up?
- It's another Dale problem.
My dad wants me to go to his
house and help his sorry ass.
- Why does he keep
that guy around?
- He's known him
since he was a kid.
It's like the son
my dad never had.
- What'd he do now?
- I don't know.
It sounds serious.
Where am I gonna find a sitter?
- Why don't you
let me handle it?
I know Dale.
We been loading trucks together.
He knows me. You
stay with Callum.
Give me a chance to
prove to your dad
that I'm actually
worth something.
Let me take it.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Hey, Dale.
Yo, you here?
It's Adam. Sam sent me.
- Oh, they sent the new guy?
Jesus. I got this. You
didn't have to come.
I don't need a damn
babysitter watching me.
- What's that smell?
Is that bleach?
- Yes, man. That's bleach.
- Smell the bleach.
- Take a whiff.
Go back and report to Sammy
and Richard that I'm good.
- Nah, I'm just
doing what I'm told.
You know how it is.
What is all this?
- You know what?
Road trip, new guy.
Come on, let's go.
Shut the door.
Taste that new batch of Tina?
- Haven't gotten
near the product.
- It's like drinking a
keg of Red Bull, man.
I've been up for,
like, 48 hours.
You ever wonder what happens
if you, like, never sleep?
I heard you hallucinate and,
like, see bats and stuff.
- How'd you get those
cuts on your hand?
- Just got in a little
scrap, that's all.
- Little scrap.
- Yeah.
What are we doing, Dale?
- Whoo!
Nothing like a fire
in the winter, huh?
See, clothes, shoes, even
threw my damn underwear
in there, all right?
It's like it never happened.
Never happened.
- Dale's not gonna talk to me.
He wouldn't say a word to
me the entire drive back.
But I'm telling you, that
man, he did something.
It was something bad.
There was a hell of a lot
of blood on those clothes.
- Forensics came up
empty on the fire.
No blood, no DNA.
- No homicides or assaults
with a cutting instrument
reported last night.
- And no one showed up
at any of the hospitals
with lacerations.
- Dale's phone been
off for about 48 hours,
so it's gonna be hard as hell
to track him down that way.
- I think we ought
to bring them in.
- If we bring him
in, you'll be made.
The case will be blown.
- This man, he did something.
He committed a crime.
- All right, so find out
what the crime was first,
then bring him in
without getting burned.
Why don't you go ahead
start with his car?
If he was driving it last night,
might be blood or
forensics in it.
- If we seize his
car on the books,
we're in the same problem.
Ruze's cover is blown.
- So get creative.
Secure the warrant.
Just don't serve it.
- Richard, I don't need
someone following me around
doing things that I've been
doing for you for
how many years.
How many years I
been doing this?
No one's gonna find
out a goddamn thing!
- What's up, man?
- Hey.
- You all right?
- I'm all right. I'm
always all right.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
Richard, how you doing, sir?
- Fine.
Just fine.
- Damn.
What's up with the boss?
- I don't know. Hates
Mondays, I guess.
What are you doing here?
- Ah, checking on you.
Thought you could use a drink.
You know last night, I
was just following orders.
You know what I mean?
- It's all good.
I could definitely use a drink.
- All right, hell yeah.
Let's go. I'll drive.
- How long you gonna be?
All right.
You've
done this before.
- Sin comentarios.
- Let's go.
Techs did a deep
dive on the Firebird,
and Dale got the carpets
professionally cleaned, like,
recently... damn near three
hours before we got there.
- Yeah, they found pebbles
of fresh cold patch asphalt
in the wheel wells.
- Okay.
You check with Streets
and Sanitation?
- Yes, sir.
25 crews out there every
day filling potholes,
and we've got a list of
100 trees, approximately,
but at least it
narrows somewhat.
- CPIC reached out to me.
Sent over this video.
Traffic cam caught
Dale's Firebird
going fast down a side street
three blocks from Ashland
on the Near West Side.
- What's the name
of that side street?
- It looks like North Troy.
- Yeah, North Troy
was repaved yesterday.
- Okay, so 9:51, two hours
later, Dale's calling for help.
So what's on that street?
- Not much, bunch of old houses,
Chinese restaurant, laundromat.
- Okay, so search every
inch of North Troy.
Come on, boots on
the ground. Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right, thanks, Kim.
Laundromat's clear.
Nothing on the
rest of the block.
- Okay.
- Yo, this place should be open.
- Torres, side door.
Chicago PD, anybody in here?
Bodies.
- 5-0-21 Ocean.
- Go ahead, Ocean.
- Yeah, we got two DOAs.
202 North Troy.
Roll the crime lab.
Have Patrol shut down the
block and secure the perimeter.
- Copy, Ocean. Crime
lab and units en route.
- Chan and Myeong
Rae, the owners.
Ran this place for 17 years.
Second generation immigrants
just trying to live the dream.
Cash register
wasn't even touched,
so it couldn't have
been a robbery.
They were targeted.
- And what the hell
am I looking at?
- Why they were targeted.
"Neuer tag" is
German for new day.
It was a Nazi rallying cry.
We got a hate crime.
- All right, what else?
- TOD was around
9:30 last night.
Each of the victims got at
least 20 sharp force injuries.
Deep cuts.
- Rage kill.
- Yeah.
- All right, grab the
team, canvass the block,
check PODs, find me a witness.
We are gonna use this.
We are gonna make this case
on bail for these murders
and then flip them for Richard.
I want both of them.
All right, let's go.
- Okay.
You sure? Yeah,
all right. Thanks.
So Sarge, tech said
they did not find
Dale's DNA at the restaurant.
- We know he was driving
five blocks away.
We could bring him, squeeze
him, lie about the blood.
- No, we need more.
- I might have it.
Security from a tire shop
behind the restaurant
caught something.
This is 9:41 last night.
- All right, too short. That
sure as hell ain't Dale.
- Wait, rewind it.
Go back to the car.
Can anyone make out that plate?
- Okay, Illinois tags for sure.
FLN... FLN8-something?
- I don't know.
Oh, wait, back it up.
That guy right there, you see?
He's wearing an
apron or something.
He could be a busboy.
- Yeah, Kev, I
think you're right.
- I got a 2016 Kia.
The plates are FLN822C.
The car comes back to a Ken Mao.
Got W-2s for the last two
years at Rae's Restaurant.
No sheet, the timing's right.
I think we got a witness.
- All right, Kim, you and
Hailey get him in here.
- All right, be safe.
- Chicago PD, Ken
Mao, are you in there?
Excuse me.
I'm Detective Upton.
This is Officer Burgess.
We're looking for your neighbor.
Have you seen him?
- I saw him come
home last night.
He... he was crying real bad.
Do you think something
bad happened to him?
Ken.
- We don't know, ma'am.
Thank you for your time.
- Ken.
- Clear.
- Ken, are you in there?
- Get out!
I've got a gun!
- Ken, we're police, okay?
I know that you're scared,
but we just wanna talk
to you about last night.
- Ken, I'm gonna slide
my ID to you, all right?
- I'm opening the
door now, okay?
Get your finger off the trigger.
Ken, listen to me, get your
finger off the trigger.
Put your gun down.
- Ken, look at me.
Look at my badge.
Okay? Look at my badge.
We're police. We are
who we say we are.
You gotta put the gun down now.
Put the gun down now!
- Sorry. Sorry.
Did you get the man?
I was washing dishes,
and I caught a glimpse
of this big, masked guy
running into the back office.
Had a knife and I just...
I froze.
He was yelling at them,
something about how
they ruined the block.
Said he used to
live around there.
Then I...
I heard, uh, stabs, screaming,
and I went to grab my...
My phone to call 911.
But I couldn't...
I couldn't find it.
I panicked and...
- It's okay.
- No.
I just curled up in a ball.
I should have done more.
I thought he might have
seen me, so I just...
Ran home, and then I hid.
- Did you, uh, see anything
specific about him?
- No.
But I remember the knife.
It was big... maybe 6
inches, a green handle.
- That's good.
That's a good detail.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Good.
- The Raes, they, um...
they treated me
like a son, and...
And someone
just slaughters them.
- I'll get the papers started.
- Ava's mom.
The girls are done with dinner.
I gotta go get Mack
from Ferrera's.
- Listen, let me go get her.
I could use the air.
All right.
- Adam.
Adam.
- Sam, what are you...
What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Look, it's an emergency.
My dad said not to call or text.
- Okay, how'd you
know I would be here?
- Look, I've seen you
here. You come for dinner.
- You've seen me here when?
- Look, why does it matter?
- You've seen me here when, Sam?
- When we first
met, I followed you
for a couple of days just to
make sure I could trust you.
- You followed me?
You followed me? Jesus.
- Look, I watched you
eat dinner by yourself.
It's not a big deal.
Look, we gotta go.
Something's going on.
I can't talk to
you about it here.
- All right, I...
- Come on, we gotta go.
- I have to cancel
something real quick.
Just...
- Come on, Adam.
- I'm coming.
- Come on.
- I'm coming.
- Let's go.
- All right, talk to me.
What are we doing?
Sam, your energy's
killing me here.
What the hell are we
doing? Where are we going?
- You have your gun?
- No. Why?
- Open the glove box.
- What'd you do?
- I didn't do anything yet.
- What's "yet"? What
does "yet" mean?
- It's Dale.
- Is this about the other night?
- The other night?
- I was with him. He
was burning clothes.
He didn't tell you about it?
- No.
All I know is that my dad says
he's getting too reckless.
He's drawing heat. He
needs us to handle it.
- Handle it?
Handle it meaning
kill him? Am I right?
Yeah?
Sam, we can't just kill the man.
It's Dale.
- Look, it is a test of loyalty.
I have already tried to think
of every single way out.
If we don't do this,
there'll be punishment.
- Okay, all right.
We'll... we'll
just keep thinking.
- If we think too
much, he'll kill us.
- Is there a plan?
- Yeah, we're supposed to take
him to a house in Pullman.
Dale thinks we're picking
up new lab equipment.
- Listen, listen, let
me take care of this.
All right, you make an excuse,
something about Callum.
- I can't, Adam.
We can't.
- Adam.
- I got about 30 seconds.
Richard Beck ordered
a hit on Dale.
He wants me and Sam to do it.
She's inside grabbing
Dale right now.
I'm sitting in the car.
- Have you got Richard on tape?
- No. No, it was all to Sam.
It's all hearsay, all in code.
She hasn't even directly said
that he ordered Dale's death.
Boss, I do not know
where we're going.
I do not have a COH. I'm
completely naked out here.
- All right, just
stall if you can.
Torres and Atwater'll
get to you ASAP.
We'll take it on
the fly from there.
- Hey, you all right?
- Hey.
- I told you not to
have that last Banshee.
- Some gang-banging
pricks stole my bird.
- Really?
You gotta be kidding me.
Wish I was.
I'm just saying it's a
breakdown of everything.
A man can't even
keep his car safe
in his own garage anymore.
- We're not exactly
saints, brother.
- We get paid to
get people high.
Everybody wins.
Drug laws are a joke, new guy.
The system's a joke.
You guys hear about that
so-called hate
crime on the news?
- No. What happened?
- Chinese restaurant got robbed.
All they wanna talk
about is how tough
the Asian American
experience is in Chicago.
What about the white
man's experience?
White man that used
to own that restaurant
but couldn't make a dime
once the neighborhood
was flooded with insects.
White man whose families
were left with nothing.
Walk around their
own neighborhood
like a stranger every day.
Sick of it.
- Sam, where is this place?
Pullman, 4344 South Vernon?
- What? 4344 South Vernon?
- Hear that?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Let's go.
- You got a key?
- Under a rock under the porch.
- Aha.
Here we go.
There's nothing in here.
- I think most of it's in
the basement, right, Sam?
- Yeah.
- We'll take care of it.
You grab the stuff
in the bedroom.
Come on, big man.
- Where's the stuff at, man?
- I don't know.
Maybe she got the address wrong.
- Come on.
- Quiet. Quiet.
- Take it, homey.
- Relax. Relax.
- Yeah.
- Shut up. Stop. Stop.
Shut up. Shut up.
Rich wants you dead.
- I'm a cop, dumb-dumb.
I just saved your
worthless life.
- You got this?
- Mm-hmm.
- Come on. Let's go.
Sam, I just saw someone in
the alley through the window.
We need to go right now.
Come on. Let's go.
Sam.
- Oh, my God, oh, my God.
- You're all right.
We're all right. You're
okay. We're okay.
You gotta call your dad.
You tell him it's done.
Then we need to
leave the body there.
Hey, hey.
Hey, take a count, all right?
We're driving away from here.
You're going home to your kid.
Let's go.
- Hey, hey! Whoa, hey!
Stop reaching! Quit
reaching, all right?
I got him. Come on.
You gonna pay for
this, you goddamn...
- Goddamn what?
Huh?
Say it so you can
make it easy for me.
- Say it, huh?
- Thought so.
- Uh, Dale.
I don't think you're hearing us.
Your boss,
the man who helped raise you,
ordered your murder.
- I heard you.
- Okay.
- And we can put
him away for life.
You just gotta work with us.
- Why would I work for you?
- Because you don't wanna rot
in the penitentiary, Dale.
- No, you don't understand.
We are at war,
and I'm a soldier.
And I messed up.
If it was reversed
and I was Richard,
I'd have done the same thing.
The cause is bigger
than both of us.
- Okay, well, talk to
us about this cause.
I mean, what y'all got going on?
- You'll hear about
it soon enough.
- Okay, Dale, this is what
I want you to do for me.
Imagine Danville Prison,
and I'm not sure
if you knew this,
but the brothers run H block
at the Danville Prison.
And all I really gotta do is
just drop your white ass off,
and as soon as they
hear about your cause
and know about your history,
they're gonna own you.
Like, for real, you
probably gonna have to keep
an ice pack in your shorts.
- Ouch.
- And when they get
bored, they'll cut you
and watch your racist ass bleed.
- You trying to scare me?
- Mm-mm.
I'm just giving you what we got,
and you can do with
it what you want.
We'll check on you later, Dale.
That idiot ain't flipping.
He just keeps going on
and on about how the cause
is bigger than him and Richard.
- He says he gets why
Richard wanted him dead.
He messed up.
- We don't have Dale
on the Rae murders.
Richard's gonna realize sooner
or later I didn't kill him.
What do we do? Am I burned?
- We keep him dead
as long as we can.
You logged him in
at Med as a Doe?
- Yes, sir. All right, good.
That means we got 48 hours.
We keep working.
We need hard, fast
physical evidence
that pins those murders to Dale.
Nothing he can wiggle out of.
Believe me, if this
prick is facing life,
he is gonna flip,
cause or no cause.
This'll all be done.
So get back out
there, re-canvass.
Find that knife or
find a new witness.
Let's go.
- All right.
- I see.
No, thanks for your
time, Mr. Metz.
Last customer signed
a credit card at 8:54.
Hoping he forgot something.
Went back, no luck.
- Hey, anything?
- No, ma'am.
Just a real scared
neighborhood at this point.
- Hang on.
I've been re-tracking
Dale's route home
after the murder, and new
POD footage just came in.
Okay. So here
comes his Firebird.
It's 9:52, 20 minutes
after the murder.
If he's gonna go straight home,
he should turn right on Ogden.
Instead he turns left on
58th, disappears from view.
20 minutes later, he returns.
So why the detour?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know that place. Yeah.
Closed manufacturing plant.
I heard Richard and
his guys talk about it.
They call it the mill.
Something like, you know,
three generations of Becks
worked there until,
according to them anyway,
immigrants came
in, destroyed it.
- Hmm.
Well, why go there
after the murder?
- Hide something?
- Right, hide something
you wanna keep.
Shell casings.
- 16 gauge.
- Richard's favorite.
You got something?
Good eye.
- There we go.
- I got you.
- Adam, there's
something in there.
- Bingo. That's it.
- Son of a bitch,
he cleaned it off.
- Well, maybe not enough. All
we need is a trace, right?
- Be careful. Watch your step.
- That's Richard. We gotta go.
- So can I shoot first?
- Yeah, you got it.
Now...
You remember what to do?
- Yeah, sure.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Yeah. Thanks for
rushing it, Stan.
Yeah.
- Tell me we're good.
- We're great.
Techs found Dale
and Chan Rae's DNA.
Blood seeped into the handle.
Don't clean what you can't see.
- His luck just ran out.
Officer, we good?
- All quiet.
- All right.
- Oh, damn it.
- Garcia, get a doctor in here.
- Hey, hey, I need help.
- You stupid son of a bitch.
- There's an emergency.
- You don't get to
die like this, man.
You don't get to die like this.
Stop moving. Just chill out.
- I failed him.
This is what he wanted.
- Come on, man.
For God's sakes, Dale,
do not die for that, man.
All right, give him
up to me right now.
Dale, come on.
Don't let it happen like this.
Give me Richard right now.
Dale, you're gonna give
me Richard right now, man.
Dale, give me Richard right now.
- We need a crash
cart. Come on.
You gotta move here.
- Come on, man.
- Come on. We got him. Move.
- Dale.
Dale.
- Move.
- Adam.
- Dale flatlined 20 minutes ago.
- What are you talking about?
- Took the screw
out of the IV post.
Reopened his wound, bled out.
I just don't know.
The man would have let
me shoot him in the face.
It's what Richard wanted.
I could have executed him
point blank in that basement
for the cause.
- All right.
Dale have any close family?
- No. No, family's all dead.
Richard's really all he had.
- All right.
I want you to get
approval to log him
as a John Doe at the morgue.
We'll leak that CPD found a
body at that Pullman house.
Richard now thinks you
murdered a man for him.
We're gonna use that
to get what we need.
You good, Adam?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Do I really have a choice?
- We use it to end this.
- Guess what kind of
bullets are in this thing.
- You got me, bud.
- Hollow points.
They expand when
they hit the target.
- Callum.
- Boom!
- Sir, I need to
talk to you, please.
Now.
I am sick of this.
- Excuse me?
- I'm sick of playing
babysitter to your daughter,
to your grandson.
I'm sick of pretending
to be some happy family
when I just killed a man.
If you want my loyalty,
if you want me to take
care of things with her,
then bring me in for real.
- Were you at the
mill yesterday?
- Were you?
- Answer the question.
- Yeah.
Yeah, your idiot Dale
hid his knife there.
- You got rid of it?
- I tossed it in the river.
- Good.
I'm guessing Sam told
you about the plan,
the little she knows of it.
It'll begin in three
weeks on May 28th.
Supplies will be
in place by then.
Multiple targets,
many casualties.
Our message will be
sent loud and clear.
You're gonna be in charge.
- In charge of what?
- Deliveries.
- Deliveries of what?
You'll
know on the day.
No more for now.
Your time is coming, Adam.
You done good.
I'm proud.
But in the meantime.
You have to keep
Samantha on the path.
She's losing faith. I can tell.
Callum is confused.
You'll have to remind
her of the truth.
We are making a better world.