Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 7, Episode 11 - 43rd and Normal - full transcript
Ruzek and Burgess's secret begins to have severe implications for their police work. A series of deadly acts of vandalism causes tensions to run high in the insular neighborhood of ...
- How you feeling?
- Like I was asleep for a year.
Do you want to come with me?
Did you make a decision
or something?
Yes. I'm having the baby.
The hell you doing
in Chicago, Jordan?
Trey Woodson got shot to death,
and you got caught
on surveillance camera
leaving his warehouse
with a gun in your hand.
- I didn't shoot him.
- Was it Kristy?
She's my girl, bro.
Stay the hell away from Kristy,
and keep your damn mouth shut.
Jordan, where you at?
I need you to call me back, bro.
Oh, hell, no.
I wish you would
get back in that car.
I've been calling you
for four days, Jordan.
- And decided to do what?
- Track me?
I'm not trying to operate
like this,
but I'm not gonna
let you avoid me.
- You can't cut me out.
- You put Kristy in jail.
And I should've thrown your
ass in jail right with her.
You know how many felonies
you committed?
- How many crimes I had to bury?
- She's my family.
Your family? Since when?
- I'm your family.
- No, you're not.
I don't know you, all right?
Jordan, don't just
leave like that.
I said, I don't know you, fam.
Hey.
You know I like it when you
come down to my neighborhood.
You sound a little off
on the phone.
Everything...
You went to the doctor?
- Alone?
- Yeah.
Sorry, I wanted to go
alone, I... sorry.
It's okay.
I... can I see?
Yeah.
No, it's... it's just...
I don't know.
You know everybody always says
that these things are
just like fuzzy clouds,
that you can't make
anything out, but...
That's definitely our baby.
Yeah.
I heard the heartbeat.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Like, I'm... I'm really
having a baby.
Yeah.
You know at some point
we're gonna have to talk
about how this
is all gonna work.
You know, what it's gonna mean
for us,
- what it'll look like.
- I know.
You know, and I just...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
When we were together, you know,
we always said that we would...
Whoa.
- There.
- You see anything?
Yeah, storefront's smashed out.
Ladies, I'm gonna need you
to get the hell out of here.
Right now, go.
Run!
Please. Please help!
Please.
Please help.
Hold on, buddy,
we'll be right there.
Please help.
Help me, please.
What the hell is happening?
Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.
5021, we need a ambo
to 47th and Wallace.
- I got one down.
- Clear.
- What the hell is happening?
- All right.
- What's happening?
- We'll have to move you.
- Kim?
- Yeah?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop, stop,
stop, please, stop, stop, stop.
Sir, all right, you grab my arm.
You grab my arm,
we're gonna do it together.
It's okay, it's okay, all right.
Hold it together.
Break it.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- One, two, three.
Okay.
Let's go!
They rammed their damn car
in the windows.
I'm gonna go secure the scene.
Drove right through them,
started shooting.
- Sir.
- The windows, the doors...
Sir, did you see their faces?
They had masks,
but I could see skin.
- They were white.
- Okay.
Damn it, I need to talk to them.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay.
It's the adrenaline.
It's gonna wear off.
Keep going.
They started shouting
some racial thing.
"Go back home to New York,
Jew boy."
I'm from Detroit, I'm Muslim.
Did they steal anything, sir?
I thought they were gonna
shoot me.
- Sir.
- I'm not even open yet.
- Did they take anything?
- There's nothing to steal.
You're gonna be okay, sir.
You're here fast.
Did you hear it
over the citywide?
- No, the superintendent.
- Third one like this in a week.
Crawford wants a unit
working on it.
All right, what do we got?
One injured,
lots of property damage.
Definitely more smash than grab.
Owner said nothing was stolen.
SUV drove into the building,
offenders jumped out,
yelling racial slurs,
shot up the place.
- Hate crime?
- We got to loop in
the Civil Rights Unit
if it's a hate crime, right?
It's nothing till
we can prove it.
Lick the scene clean.
Shells, forensics, anything
these guys could've touched.
Let's see if we can
lift any paint
from where this SUV crashed.
Messy means loud, so hopefully
the neighborhood was watching.
Knock and talk the whole block.
Oh.
- It's crazy.
- Yeah.
How'd you end up
catching this with Ruz?
I had a doctor's appointment,
and I'm pregnant.
- You're pregnant?
- Yeah.
- 'Cause of Adam?
- Oh, yeah.
- Well, look who's here.
- Welcome back, brother.
Yeah, I'm not allowed to
be full duty for another week.
You might as well live
vicariously through us.
- We can make a journal for you.
- Glad you're back, Jay.
- Thanks, guys.
- Go ahead, Hailey.
Okay, three robberies
in seven days in Canaryville.
But robbery is playing pretty
fast and loose with the word
since nothing of large value
was actually stolen.
The first two places hit
were still under construction,
the third one wasn't open
for business yet,
so there's no cash
in hand to steal.
All right, so it's
about damage, not profit.
Guys, we got nothing
on forensics.
Offenders kept their masks on,
hands to themselves.
That fits with
the witness statements I got.
"Two masked, gloved males."
They also said they saw shotguns
and a black SUV
with the plates torn off.
All that is an exact match
with the other two,
but this is the first time
that they're ramming windows,
first time
they used hate speech.
- It's about anger.
- Not much planning.
All three were brand-new
establishments in the area.
I mean, it is Canaryville.
They're notorious
for hating outsiders.
One might call it
a tight-knit community.
Yeah, if some still live
in the neighborhood.
I ain't you.
Grow old
where you grew up, baby.
All right, let's start
back from scratch.
Work all three scenes again.
Reopen case files,
re-interview the owners.
Let's start finding
patterns here.
We'll take 3579 Sangamon Street.
- You take this one.
- Okay.
You sure you don't want
the brewery?
- Nope.
- Adam?
I told Kev.
So we're tellin' people, then?
- Oh, no.
- No.
No.
When are we gonna tell Voight?
- We?
- You.
- I guess.
- I don't know.
As soon as I tell him,
he's gonna put me on desk duty.
He knows police protocol,
so most female cops,
they wait a while to tell...
Why?
So they're not out
of the action too long.
So their jobs aren't...
Well, isn't that
kind of the point?
- You know what?
- I'm gonna figure it out myself.
No, listen, I'm not saying
you got to do anything
right this minute...
Yeah, I know, I know, I just...
I'm gonna figure
this one out myself, okay?
Okay, next place
we're going to is 4210 Lowe.
Was hit three days ago.
Supposed to sell artisan wine
and cheese.
This used to be
a family owned Italian joint.
They had the worst chicken
you ever had,
but old Jackie pretended
he didn't see us
stealing beers
from the bar, so...
Units in the 9th District,
units in the citywide,
armed robbery in progress.
4200 South Union 4and20 Diner.
- They hitting another one?
- Caller states 2 masked males
armed with shotguns.
Respond with caution.
- 5021 Henry, call's bona fide.
- Offenders may still be inside.
Copy, 5021. Over.
- Hey.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
I'm gonna take a peek.
- You good?
- Yeah.
Chicago PD!
Help.
Clear.
Clear.
Hands up! Get your hands up!
Come on. Get up.
- We got one down.
- Police help.
- Ma'am, just stay right there.
- Is anyone still inside?
Uh, they, uh, split up.
One went out front,
one went out back.
Okay, we're good here, Ruz.
Get down!
- Hailey!
- I'm good, you?
Yeah.
5021 Henry, roll an ambo
to 4200 Union.
- Stay down, stay down.
- Okay.
- Copy that, 5021.
- Ambo in route.
5021 Ida, offender fleeing
out the south exit
armed with a shotgun.
I'm in pursuit.
- Copy that.
- You got eyes on him?
Help! Nick!
Stop!
Chicago PD!
I need both your hands
in the air now!
Nick, please!
Ma'am, ma'am,
please stay in the car.
- Don't raise your gun.
- Nick, he's a cop!
Stay down and stay
in the car, ma'am!
Nick, stop! Don't shoot!
Put your gun on the ground now!
- Drop the gun!
- Whoa!
Put your gun on the ground.
You drop it, I'm police.
You drop that gun.
I'm not shooting,
I'm not shooting!
Put it down!
Put it down, son of a bitch.
Put your hands on the hood.
- I know your plates.
- You stay right there.
Go, go!
Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.
Advisor responding,
offender's fleeing southbound
in a black SUV down the alley.
I cannot go with him.
All right. Name?
You need it?
Yeah, for the witness
statement, yeah.
Right. Nick Morella.
I take it you work
out of the ninth district.
- Grew up in it.
- 43rd and Normal.
Look, man, I know my last
name doesn't have the best rep,
my brothers, cousins, me...
But I did two years in Menard,
I cleaned up after.
Look, today all I care about
is the guy that attempted
to jack your car.
I really wasn't trying
to hurt him bad.
He went for my wife's door,
and he had a gun,
my kid was in the back.
I would've done the same thing.
Seriously.
Did you get a good look at him?
- His mask went up a bit.
- Was just a kid.
19, 20. White.
How do you, uh,
how do you feel about
getting together
with a sketch artist?
- Nah, it's fine.
- Great.
Great. Uh, go check on your kid,
I'll be back in a few.
So we're still running it
through the system,
but you know, white, 19 to 21.
Lot of white guys in Canaryville
got one foot in crime.
Yeah, a lot with two feet too.
Forensics is hoping
blood samples from the street
fight aren't too contaminated.
May get a match in CODIS,
but long shot.
So I pulled up as much
footage as I could
from traffic cams
within a three mile radius
of that diner, and all I got
is one shot of this SUV.
- One shot?
- How is that even possible?
Because whoever it is
knew what streets to avoid,
and they kept blind
damn near the whole time.
Now I did as much homework
as I could,
but all we got
is this torn off sticker
that we can't even
throw in the system.
- No, no, no.
- Shoot, you don't have to.
I know this. My dad's got one.
It's from a locals only bar.
Well, I... they lost
their liquor license.
Too many vice calls, so club
is probably more accurate,
- but I definitely know it.
- All right, check it out.
I heard the good news, dawg.
- Yeah, right.
- I wanted to tell you...
- Congratulations.
- Thank you, yeah.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good. Why?
'Cause you don't seem
too excited, man.
No, I'm excited, I just...
It's all kind of happening
a little fast, you know?
I understand that.
So what's going on?
Y'all together, or what?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
nothing like that.
We just hung out a few times
a couple months back,
- that sort of thing.
- Mm-hmm.
Bro, if we were together,
you'd be the first to know.
Well, I was the first
to know this.
Thanks for telling me.
- I didn't know I was allowed.
- I didn't know...
Dude, she and I
are so out of sync.
I mean, if I ask a question,
she gets annoyed,
if I don't ask questions
she gets annoyed.
It's like, I don't know
if I'm supposed to zig or zag.
If I zig,
she's angry I didn't zag,
if I zag,
she's angry I didn't zig.
It's all very confusing.
And I get that she's the mother.
You know, that's her baby.
I get that, you know?
I don't know, I'm
trying to do the right thing.
I clearly don't know what
that is,
but I'm still the father,
or I wanna be.
Bro, you know
that fatherhood ain't no joke.
Because your father
did it right.
So just be there.
No long distance,
no every other weekend.
Just be in it,
and you'll be good.
Probably best I do
the talking in here, bro.
Copy that.
After you.
- Heya, Sul.
- I ain't got nothing for you.
You don't even know
why I'm here yet.
Not unless you're looking
for your dad or a beer.
Don't really matter,
answer's the same.
Sul, I don't really
wanna be here
any more than you want me here,
so just let me ask the questions
so I can get the hell out, okay?
He just told you,
answer's the same.
Oh, we got a chorus, huh?
Just trying to not waste
taxpayer dollars.
- Is that so?
- Yep.
Take a look around,
you think anything in here's
changed of late?
I think it smells worse.
But the women continue to be
the prettiest in town.
How you doing, sugar?
- Hi, darling.
- Hey, how's Bobby doing?
Uh, you know, getting
older and more stubborn
every day. You know him.
Mm. How I like 'em.
Know nothing, know nobody.
Listen, I'm looking
for a black SUV.
It's got a torn 49 decal
on the back of it.
Never seen a black SUV.
You should probably
get out more.
Don't got nothing for you.
Sul, if you keep
playing it like this,
I got to pull
your footage, you know?
Don't got no footage here.
That used to be true
until your nephew
jacked your back door,
ripped your safe out
the wall, stole $800
and got high on blues with it.
Don't got no footage.
You do.
That's your last violation
till you're shut down.
You can read it,
but it doesn't change either.
I mean...
Thank you.
Right there.
Uh, that's two months ago.
See that plate. Yep, here we go.
Bingo. Ben Wilcomb.
White, 20 years old,
two priors for assault
and attempted armed robbery
when he was a minor.
Grew up in Canaryville, and...
Kid's never been outside
the borders of New City.
Got kicked out
Tilden High at 16,
In and out of juvie,
zero social media,
but he's pure canary.
Juvie records got him with his
address tattooed on him twice.
Okay, last known?
Uh, an apartment off of 42nd,
but we're having
some problems with the SUV.
Right, being reported as
stolen to CPD three weeks ago.
- Covering.
- Right.
So I'm pretty sure those plates
are probably in a river by now.
All we have on him
is that car and the sketch.
It's nowhere near enough.
We could bring him in,
but he grew up in Canaryville
in juvie.
He's not gonna crack.
Well, we need to make
a positive ID.
Get a six pack in front of Nick,
and get coverts
on Ben's apartment.
Let's keep eyes on this kid
until we can move.
Let's put his ass
at these robberies.
So anyway, I was talking
to Kev about all this,
just got me thinking,
I'd really like to talk.
Yeah, we will. Sure.
Hey, Nick. Officer Ruzek.
- Hey, uh...
- It's all right.
- Sorry, it's Friday night.
- No, no, no.
I apologize for interrupting.
Uh, do you have a few minutes
to talk?
Sure, but why don't we
go around back?
No problem.
Sorry, I don't recognize anyone.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- You can take a minute.
- No, sorry, guy's not here.
- A man died.
- We're talking murder, Nick.
If you recognize somebody,
you got to say something.
Can't magically recognize
someone that I don't see.
- Oh, is that so?
- Yeah, that's so.
I think you guys should go now.
Nick, bro, how did we go from
"I'll do anything I can
"to help you guys," to whatever
it is you're doing right now?
- You're from here.
- Yeah.
- You know how this is.
- Oh, you got to be kidding me.
I didn't know the kid was local.
All right,
I've got nothing to say.
My loyalty is to my home,
my neighborhood.
I'm not gonna help you.
This is...
Okay, we build it up?
No, we got nothing
to build with, Sarge.
Ben's phone was off during
the hits so we got no GPS,
no calls or texts to link
to the robbery.
Accomplices are the same.
Running Ben's circle
up against robbery priors...
There's like eight dozen guys
it could be, they all fit.
- All right, what about Nick?
- Did he make the ID?
No, no. He came up short.
Neighborhood whisper
a name in his ear?
Yeah, he said he couldn't
put his arm around a local kid.
Okay, fine, so we put the arm
on him instead.
What do you mean?
Well, you told me
Nick beat the offender
- with a glock, right?
- Yeah, but...
- But he's on probation.
- The gun's not registered.
- Even better.
- Boss.
You wanna jam this guy up
for defending himself?
Offender was trying
to jack his car,
his kid was in the back seat.
He was doing the right thing.
Yeah, then, maybe, not now.
I'm done doing
the Canaryville thing.
Look, we got a dead 35-year-old
who had a wife and two kids,
and we got nothing.
- Right, right.
- We need something.
- Bring his ass in.
- You got it, boss.
- I already told you.
- I don't recognize him.
It happened fast, I was all
juiced up on adrenaline...
He tried to steal my car
so I hit him.
All right,
playing me for a fool...
that's not your best move
right now, Nick.
They showed me a photo lineup.
I didn't see the guy,
simple as that.
There's nothing that
you two can do about it.
Oh, I wouldn't go that far.
You're in possession of
a firearm, you're on probation.
Yup, and that's a twofer, bro.
With your résumé, you're
looking at least five years.
I can't ID him.
I did nothing wrong.
I was protecting my family.
Family, huh?
You ever stop to think about
the family of the dead guy?
Huh?
'Cause I'll tell you, they
ain't eating, they can't sleep.
They're sitting at home
right now
wondering how the hell they're
gonna get through this day.
And the only thing that will
give them a little peace,
is us catching the killer.
But for us to do that,
you got to ID the offender!
Otherwise, I don't know why
we're sitting here.
We'll just charge you and leave.
I'm not just gonna roll
on some neighborhood kid,
just ruin his life...
Ruin his family's life.
I'd be more worried more
about your family right now.
Find another way
to nail the prick.
You don't need
to threaten my family.
Oh, you think we're bluffing?
That ain't a threat, Nick.
I will put your ass in jail,
you understand?
Yeah, I read your file, Nick.
I know what you did.
Where you come from.
You're doing better now.
You got a wife, kid...
I mean, that's all
that really matters, right?
Family?
I mean, there's nothing
more important than that.
I'm telling you,
once it's fractured...
I mean, you jeopardize
its safety, stability...
You can never get it all back.
Show me the photos.
That's him.
His name's Ben Wilcomb.
I know his old man, Marty.
Yeah, he's a good man.
All right,
two tact guys out front
say the exit's been quiet.
Ben's still inside.
Got an anchor out back.
Positions?
Holding down the lobby floor.
I've got eyes
on north and south exits.
- Copy you.
- We're on the second floor.
- Approaching Ben's apartment.
- Copy you.
Back inside. Back up.
We're ready to crash.
All right, copy that.
Chicago PD!
Move.
- The apartment is clear.
- We do not have the offender.
- It's quiet in back.
- Lot's clear.
Got eyes, the offender's running
towards the basement.
Copy you, we'll cut him off
from the back.
- Move, get, get.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
I'm in the basement corridors.
I've lost eyes on the offender.
Oh!
Drop your weapon!
Ben, drop your weapon, now.
- Ben drop your weapon...
- Stop!
- Don't come any closer!
- Okay, okay, okay.
Come on, man,
I don't want to shoot you.
Look, this shouldn't be
the way it ends for you.
That guy that died, right?
That was a mistake, I know that.
Come down to the station and
tell us your side of the story.
Give us your partner's name.
That will help you out.
- You don't mean that.
- I do mean that, man.
I mean it.
You wanna end your days
in a dingy basement?
- Come on, put the gun down.
- Don't come any closer!
Okay, okay.
Look, I'm gonna show you
something, okay?
I'm gonna show you something.
I'm moving real slow.
I'm just gonna talk
to my friends.
I'm with Ben.
We're talking things out.
No need to approach,
I've got things under control.
Repeat, do not approach,
I've got it under control.
Did you hear that, Ben?
I trust you.
Okay, now put the gun down.
- Stop!
- Okay, okay.
Chicago PD, you drop
the weapon, right now!
No, no, no, no!
- Adam, Adam... listen, Ben.
- You lied to me!
No, no, no, Ben,
put the gun down, all right?
I'm telling you,
drop that weapon right now,
- or I will shoot.
- We're good, Adam, we're good.
Come on, Ben, put the gun down!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
5021 Ida, roll an ambo to
Garden Grove apartment complex
on Union Street.
Shots fired by the police.
Offender down.
- Copy that, 5021.
- I have the ambo en route.
I announced my office
several times,
told him to drop his weapon,
he pointed his gun at me,
I feared for my life,
for Officer Burgess' life.
I fired off two rounds.
So you didn't sustain
any injuries?
- No, ma'am.
- Okay.
You still got to piss and blow
and take more pictures
back at the Area.
- I'll meet you there.
- Thank you, ma'am.
Thanks.
How'd it go?
Good, I think.
It was a good shoot.
Pretty black and white.
Adam, I told you to stay back.
- I had it under control.
- Kim, I was...
I gave you an order over the DC.
- He could have shot you.
- He could have shot you too.
- But that's not the point.
- That is the point.
He had a gun on you.
I came in to back you up.
No, you came in
'cause I'm pregnant.
Adam, I'm a cop.
If I tell you to stay back,
I mean stay back.
I heard an altercation
over the radio.
I heard him tuning you up.
What did you want me to do?
You want me to leave,
grab a coffee,
hope it all works out for you?
- Oh, God, you don't get it.
- No, no, no, I get it.
Hold on. I get it.
I totally get it.
I just don't like
what I'm getting.
You wanna tiptoe around this?
Fine.
But things are different now.
You're pregnant with my kid.
My kid.
And so when I heard him working
you, I did what I had to do
to make sure that
the both of you were okay,
and if that pisses you off,
I don't really care.
Goddamn, all I've been doing
is trying to help you.
That's what I've been doing
since we found out,
- trying to help.
- Adam, I don't want your help.
I know that you're the father,
but I'm the one
having the baby, okay?
I'm the one who has to change
her whole life,
I have to put my career on hold,
and I have to hope and pray
that it's still there
when I get back.
Do you think
that's easy and fun?
This may not be what you wanna
hear, but we're not together.
So this isn't gonna
fall on us the same.
I get to do this part...
This pregnancy part...
My way, on my terms.
That's it.
For what it's worth,
black, beaten-up SUVs,
parked underground,
tanks of gas
inside and suitcases.
He was definitely about
to bounce out of town.
- Glove up.
- Oh, thanks.
Other than this,
nothing too interesting.
Unless you consider
a half-eaten salami sandwich
with yellow mustard and pickles
interesting.
Mmm.
Well, I think this
is pretty interesting.
Okay, let's get
all this over to OCD,
and meet Sarge at the district.
Atwater, talk to me.
Mm-hmm. Are you sure?
Okay, good looking out.
I'm on my way.
- Slow down, man.
- You got to be kidding me.
So you don't return
text messages?
You cut your phone off?
That's what we doin' now?
Leave me alone, Kev.
I'm not gonna talk
to you right now.
- Huh? Why's that?
- Why's that?
Really, bro? You lied to her.
Come on, man, she wasn't trying
to hurt nobody, bro,
and I was trying to help her.
She killed a guy.
You can't fix that.
You don't back that up.
You play her, you play me.
You make me look like
a little bitch, all right?
I love her.
I love her,
and I got nothin' no more!
- You got nothin'?
- Come on, Jordan,
you got me, you got family,
you got so much.
Don't talk to me, bruh.
Don't walk away from me, Jordan!
- Listen to me.
- I don't want you.
Okay? Listen, stop coming.
I'm not telling you no more.
I'm all you got, Jordan!
Believe it or not, I'm it!
Shells recovered
from the brewery and diner
are a match to the shotgun
we found in Ben's apartment.
So it confirms
what we already know:
Ben's one of the offenders.
Who the hell is the other guy?
Hey, Sarge,
I just ran Ben's burners.
There's a lot of messages
on there
from an unregistered number
discussing the robberies first.
The sender tells him
to lay low and hide,
then he tells him to run.
I think we got there
- as he was trying to.
- Yeah.
That number's also a burner
phone that's been shut off.
- You run the IMEIN?
- So I did.
Uh, the phone was bought
at a corner store
in Back of the Yards.
Same place Ben bought his
burners.
- Upton's checking it out.
- Uh-huh.
Okay, owner remembers faces
real well.
Said he know Ben Wilcomb,
comes in all the time
to buy beer and cigarettes,
and he came in last month
to buy a burner phone.
And the accomplice?
He said his father,
Martin Wilcomb,
also came in to buy a burner
phone around the same time.
Guy goes to the 49.
Atwater and I saw him
when we were there.
Martin Wilcomb, 52 years old,
a few misdemeanors
from when he was younger.
Looks like, uh...
Ah, he owns two liquor stores
and a diner in Canaryville.
This says he filed
for bankruptcy two months ago.
He named his LLC
"Canaryville Hospitality."
- Huh.
- Okay, that fits.
Marty's a believer
in the neighborhood.
That neighborhood.
And he blames the demise
on all the new businesses
coming into town.
Him and the kid, they start
robbing and vandalizing
these places to push 'em out.
IMEIs are a match,
owner has meticulous records
and footage.
All right,
so let's go grab him up.
- Levels.
- Halt.
Move.
We're good.
- You see the blood?
- Yeah.
All right, you go left,
I go right.
- On my count.
- One, two, three, go.
- Body!
- Clear.
Yeah, he's still breathing.
5021, roll an ambo
to 3711 Wallace.
Sir, can you hear me?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nick.
- Nick...
- Hey.
Nick, it's Officer Adam Ruzek.
Do you recognize me?
What are you doing here, man?
- What happened?
- I came to talk to Marty.
Apologize, tell him the cops
are looking for his kid,
and he...
He grabbed a bat and he...
- Hey, Adam.
- What?
You get anything from Halstead?
- I'll call.
- Can you believe this guy?
Tells the father of the kid
he just ratted out,
that he just ratted him out.
Yeah, well, not a smart move,
all things considered.
The fact that Nick was in there
purging his Canaryville
heart out,
means that Marty
knows we're looking at him,
and he's got a jump.
We got to move fast.
This guy can't be far.
Let's patrol the neighborhood.
- Hey, Jay, it's Adam.
- Where we at?
Ruz, I got a bolo out on his car
and investigative alerts out
at all the airports, train
stations, and bus stations.
What about his cell phone?
So I ran his registered
phone and his burner phone.
Both are shut off, no signal.
Wait, his SUV is damn near new.
We should be able
to track him down
- with the navigation system.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, I'm gonna start
writing you guys up a warrant.
- You hear that?
- All right.
Call me when you got a location.
All right.
Boss, that's his car.
- Mm, call it.
- We got eyes on his vehicle.
Southeast corner of the park.
In the back
in the bleachers over there.
- Copy that.
- Yeah, that's him.
We got Marty on the bleachers
on the west end.
I want you to clear the park.
Adam and I are approaching
from the north side.
Kids, kids,
I'm with Chicago PD, all right?
Everything's gonna be okay,
but I want you to
find your parents.
Hey, buddy, go to your parents.
Come on, come on, let's move.
These kids. Hey, guys.
Move on, fast, will you?
Gun, gun, gun,
gun, gun, gun, gun.
Move, move, move. Go!
Now! Hey, Marty.
Marty, listen to me,
I'm Sergeant Hank Voight,
Chicago PD.
I need you to put that gun down.
Marty, look at me.
Put the gun down.
You got to drop the weapon.
Come on, Marty.
I used to play with my son
here when he was little.
Always made me happy.
It's a great place.
There's a lot of families here,
that's why I need you
to put the gun down, Marty.
I'm supposed to meet Benny here.
I was gonna get him out.
You arrest him already?
Marty,
we can talk about Benny later.
Right now, we got to deal
with the gun in your hand.
Okay? Let's do that first.
We didn't mean to hurt anybody.
We were just protecting
what was ours,
- what we worked to build.
- I get it.
I mean, that's what guys
like you and me do.
We protect our families,
but Marty...
A man died,
and you got to answer for that.
Yeah.
I just, um...
I had a life.
I looked up one day,
and it was gone.
I thought if I could scare them
away, things would go back.
Whoa, whoa, Marty, whoa.
- I wanna know where Benny is.
- Okay.
Put that gun down,
we'll tell you.
- Yeah.
- He in jail?
He's dead, isn't he?
That's why you won't tell me
where he is?
Marty, give me the gun.
How'd he die?
You guys shoot him?
Marty, give me the gun. Relax.
We can work it... whoa, Marty!
Do not! Whoa, easy.
Easy.
We had a hell of a run.
Good business, good family.
Now it's over,
and it's all my fault.
- It's not over.
- I, um...
Take it easy.
- I screwed up.
- Yeah, Marty.
Yeah, you screwed up,
you made a mistake.
It happens all the time.
We can work with you.
But put the gun down.
You should've let me die.
You should've let me
kill myself.
All right, Marty, it's over.
- Jay, any word on Nick?
- Uh, yeah.
Vince said he's critical
but stable,
they think
he's gonna pull through.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
- I heard you made a nice disarm.
- Oh, man.
- You want details?
- Yeah, I'm losing my mind.
- After six days?
- After six minutes.
- Hey, Burgess, you got a sec?
- What... yeah.
Uh, I'll meet up with you guys.
What's up?
Internet said
it was an appropriate gift.
How'd you know?
I've been a cop a long time.
Plus, if you listen hard enough,
you and Ruzek have voices
that really carry.
Am I crazy?
Maybe, but...
I don't know,
some of the best decisions
we ever make start out as crazy.
So...
go with your gut, Burgess.
What's going on?
Nothing, just wanna talk.
About?
Everything.
I was hoping for something
a little more specific.
I've been thinking about things.
- Okay.
- About...
Thinking about, uh,
you know what we talked about,
about you and me, the baby...
Okay.
Us, and um...
I think maybe
we should get married.
Married?
Yeah, married,
like for real married.
I mean, I know I screwed up
last time...
But things are different now.
I'm different now.
So, married, yeah.
Yeah.
You have any thoughts on this?
'Cause I'm just
kind of standing here.
I think it's a really bad idea.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to be so...
Honest.
- It's all right.
- No, it's just... come on.
I don't wanna get married right
now, and you don't either.
You're just scared, you're
trying to do the right thing.
Yeah, I'm definitely
trying to do the right thing,
and I keep failing.
It's just like...
I don't know what to do, Kim,
I'm just trying to be
a good guy.
- Yeah, I know.
- You are a good guy.
Come on. That's why I love you.
But we are different,
and we're not meant
to be together.
Not now,
not as husband and wife anyway.
But...
we're meant to be family, right?
It may not be perfect,
or what either one of us
imagined
a long time ago, but...
From now on, no matter what,
we'll be in it together, okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
- Like I was asleep for a year.
Do you want to come with me?
Did you make a decision
or something?
Yes. I'm having the baby.
The hell you doing
in Chicago, Jordan?
Trey Woodson got shot to death,
and you got caught
on surveillance camera
leaving his warehouse
with a gun in your hand.
- I didn't shoot him.
- Was it Kristy?
She's my girl, bro.
Stay the hell away from Kristy,
and keep your damn mouth shut.
Jordan, where you at?
I need you to call me back, bro.
Oh, hell, no.
I wish you would
get back in that car.
I've been calling you
for four days, Jordan.
- And decided to do what?
- Track me?
I'm not trying to operate
like this,
but I'm not gonna
let you avoid me.
- You can't cut me out.
- You put Kristy in jail.
And I should've thrown your
ass in jail right with her.
You know how many felonies
you committed?
- How many crimes I had to bury?
- She's my family.
Your family? Since when?
- I'm your family.
- No, you're not.
I don't know you, all right?
Jordan, don't just
leave like that.
I said, I don't know you, fam.
Hey.
You know I like it when you
come down to my neighborhood.
You sound a little off
on the phone.
Everything...
You went to the doctor?
- Alone?
- Yeah.
Sorry, I wanted to go
alone, I... sorry.
It's okay.
I... can I see?
Yeah.
No, it's... it's just...
I don't know.
You know everybody always says
that these things are
just like fuzzy clouds,
that you can't make
anything out, but...
That's definitely our baby.
Yeah.
I heard the heartbeat.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Like, I'm... I'm really
having a baby.
Yeah.
You know at some point
we're gonna have to talk
about how this
is all gonna work.
You know, what it's gonna mean
for us,
- what it'll look like.
- I know.
You know, and I just...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
When we were together, you know,
we always said that we would...
Whoa.
- There.
- You see anything?
Yeah, storefront's smashed out.
Ladies, I'm gonna need you
to get the hell out of here.
Right now, go.
Run!
Please. Please help!
Please.
Please help.
Hold on, buddy,
we'll be right there.
Please help.
Help me, please.
What the hell is happening?
Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.
5021, we need a ambo
to 47th and Wallace.
- I got one down.
- Clear.
- What the hell is happening?
- All right.
- What's happening?
- We'll have to move you.
- Kim?
- Yeah?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop, stop,
stop, please, stop, stop, stop.
Sir, all right, you grab my arm.
You grab my arm,
we're gonna do it together.
It's okay, it's okay, all right.
Hold it together.
Break it.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- One, two, three.
Okay.
Let's go!
They rammed their damn car
in the windows.
I'm gonna go secure the scene.
Drove right through them,
started shooting.
- Sir.
- The windows, the doors...
Sir, did you see their faces?
They had masks,
but I could see skin.
- They were white.
- Okay.
Damn it, I need to talk to them.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay.
It's the adrenaline.
It's gonna wear off.
Keep going.
They started shouting
some racial thing.
"Go back home to New York,
Jew boy."
I'm from Detroit, I'm Muslim.
Did they steal anything, sir?
I thought they were gonna
shoot me.
- Sir.
- I'm not even open yet.
- Did they take anything?
- There's nothing to steal.
You're gonna be okay, sir.
You're here fast.
Did you hear it
over the citywide?
- No, the superintendent.
- Third one like this in a week.
Crawford wants a unit
working on it.
All right, what do we got?
One injured,
lots of property damage.
Definitely more smash than grab.
Owner said nothing was stolen.
SUV drove into the building,
offenders jumped out,
yelling racial slurs,
shot up the place.
- Hate crime?
- We got to loop in
the Civil Rights Unit
if it's a hate crime, right?
It's nothing till
we can prove it.
Lick the scene clean.
Shells, forensics, anything
these guys could've touched.
Let's see if we can
lift any paint
from where this SUV crashed.
Messy means loud, so hopefully
the neighborhood was watching.
Knock and talk the whole block.
Oh.
- It's crazy.
- Yeah.
How'd you end up
catching this with Ruz?
I had a doctor's appointment,
and I'm pregnant.
- You're pregnant?
- Yeah.
- 'Cause of Adam?
- Oh, yeah.
- Well, look who's here.
- Welcome back, brother.
Yeah, I'm not allowed to
be full duty for another week.
You might as well live
vicariously through us.
- We can make a journal for you.
- Glad you're back, Jay.
- Thanks, guys.
- Go ahead, Hailey.
Okay, three robberies
in seven days in Canaryville.
But robbery is playing pretty
fast and loose with the word
since nothing of large value
was actually stolen.
The first two places hit
were still under construction,
the third one wasn't open
for business yet,
so there's no cash
in hand to steal.
All right, so it's
about damage, not profit.
Guys, we got nothing
on forensics.
Offenders kept their masks on,
hands to themselves.
That fits with
the witness statements I got.
"Two masked, gloved males."
They also said they saw shotguns
and a black SUV
with the plates torn off.
All that is an exact match
with the other two,
but this is the first time
that they're ramming windows,
first time
they used hate speech.
- It's about anger.
- Not much planning.
All three were brand-new
establishments in the area.
I mean, it is Canaryville.
They're notorious
for hating outsiders.
One might call it
a tight-knit community.
Yeah, if some still live
in the neighborhood.
I ain't you.
Grow old
where you grew up, baby.
All right, let's start
back from scratch.
Work all three scenes again.
Reopen case files,
re-interview the owners.
Let's start finding
patterns here.
We'll take 3579 Sangamon Street.
- You take this one.
- Okay.
You sure you don't want
the brewery?
- Nope.
- Adam?
I told Kev.
So we're tellin' people, then?
- Oh, no.
- No.
No.
When are we gonna tell Voight?
- We?
- You.
- I guess.
- I don't know.
As soon as I tell him,
he's gonna put me on desk duty.
He knows police protocol,
so most female cops,
they wait a while to tell...
Why?
So they're not out
of the action too long.
So their jobs aren't...
Well, isn't that
kind of the point?
- You know what?
- I'm gonna figure it out myself.
No, listen, I'm not saying
you got to do anything
right this minute...
Yeah, I know, I know, I just...
I'm gonna figure
this one out myself, okay?
Okay, next place
we're going to is 4210 Lowe.
Was hit three days ago.
Supposed to sell artisan wine
and cheese.
This used to be
a family owned Italian joint.
They had the worst chicken
you ever had,
but old Jackie pretended
he didn't see us
stealing beers
from the bar, so...
Units in the 9th District,
units in the citywide,
armed robbery in progress.
4200 South Union 4and20 Diner.
- They hitting another one?
- Caller states 2 masked males
armed with shotguns.
Respond with caution.
- 5021 Henry, call's bona fide.
- Offenders may still be inside.
Copy, 5021. Over.
- Hey.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
I'm gonna take a peek.
- You good?
- Yeah.
Chicago PD!
Help.
Clear.
Clear.
Hands up! Get your hands up!
Come on. Get up.
- We got one down.
- Police help.
- Ma'am, just stay right there.
- Is anyone still inside?
Uh, they, uh, split up.
One went out front,
one went out back.
Okay, we're good here, Ruz.
Get down!
- Hailey!
- I'm good, you?
Yeah.
5021 Henry, roll an ambo
to 4200 Union.
- Stay down, stay down.
- Okay.
- Copy that, 5021.
- Ambo in route.
5021 Ida, offender fleeing
out the south exit
armed with a shotgun.
I'm in pursuit.
- Copy that.
- You got eyes on him?
Help! Nick!
Stop!
Chicago PD!
I need both your hands
in the air now!
Nick, please!
Ma'am, ma'am,
please stay in the car.
- Don't raise your gun.
- Nick, he's a cop!
Stay down and stay
in the car, ma'am!
Nick, stop! Don't shoot!
Put your gun on the ground now!
- Drop the gun!
- Whoa!
Put your gun on the ground.
You drop it, I'm police.
You drop that gun.
I'm not shooting,
I'm not shooting!
Put it down!
Put it down, son of a bitch.
Put your hands on the hood.
- I know your plates.
- You stay right there.
Go, go!
Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.
Advisor responding,
offender's fleeing southbound
in a black SUV down the alley.
I cannot go with him.
All right. Name?
You need it?
Yeah, for the witness
statement, yeah.
Right. Nick Morella.
I take it you work
out of the ninth district.
- Grew up in it.
- 43rd and Normal.
Look, man, I know my last
name doesn't have the best rep,
my brothers, cousins, me...
But I did two years in Menard,
I cleaned up after.
Look, today all I care about
is the guy that attempted
to jack your car.
I really wasn't trying
to hurt him bad.
He went for my wife's door,
and he had a gun,
my kid was in the back.
I would've done the same thing.
Seriously.
Did you get a good look at him?
- His mask went up a bit.
- Was just a kid.
19, 20. White.
How do you, uh,
how do you feel about
getting together
with a sketch artist?
- Nah, it's fine.
- Great.
Great. Uh, go check on your kid,
I'll be back in a few.
So we're still running it
through the system,
but you know, white, 19 to 21.
Lot of white guys in Canaryville
got one foot in crime.
Yeah, a lot with two feet too.
Forensics is hoping
blood samples from the street
fight aren't too contaminated.
May get a match in CODIS,
but long shot.
So I pulled up as much
footage as I could
from traffic cams
within a three mile radius
of that diner, and all I got
is one shot of this SUV.
- One shot?
- How is that even possible?
Because whoever it is
knew what streets to avoid,
and they kept blind
damn near the whole time.
Now I did as much homework
as I could,
but all we got
is this torn off sticker
that we can't even
throw in the system.
- No, no, no.
- Shoot, you don't have to.
I know this. My dad's got one.
It's from a locals only bar.
Well, I... they lost
their liquor license.
Too many vice calls, so club
is probably more accurate,
- but I definitely know it.
- All right, check it out.
I heard the good news, dawg.
- Yeah, right.
- I wanted to tell you...
- Congratulations.
- Thank you, yeah.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good. Why?
'Cause you don't seem
too excited, man.
No, I'm excited, I just...
It's all kind of happening
a little fast, you know?
I understand that.
So what's going on?
Y'all together, or what?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
nothing like that.
We just hung out a few times
a couple months back,
- that sort of thing.
- Mm-hmm.
Bro, if we were together,
you'd be the first to know.
Well, I was the first
to know this.
Thanks for telling me.
- I didn't know I was allowed.
- I didn't know...
Dude, she and I
are so out of sync.
I mean, if I ask a question,
she gets annoyed,
if I don't ask questions
she gets annoyed.
It's like, I don't know
if I'm supposed to zig or zag.
If I zig,
she's angry I didn't zag,
if I zag,
she's angry I didn't zig.
It's all very confusing.
And I get that she's the mother.
You know, that's her baby.
I get that, you know?
I don't know, I'm
trying to do the right thing.
I clearly don't know what
that is,
but I'm still the father,
or I wanna be.
Bro, you know
that fatherhood ain't no joke.
Because your father
did it right.
So just be there.
No long distance,
no every other weekend.
Just be in it,
and you'll be good.
Probably best I do
the talking in here, bro.
Copy that.
After you.
- Heya, Sul.
- I ain't got nothing for you.
You don't even know
why I'm here yet.
Not unless you're looking
for your dad or a beer.
Don't really matter,
answer's the same.
Sul, I don't really
wanna be here
any more than you want me here,
so just let me ask the questions
so I can get the hell out, okay?
He just told you,
answer's the same.
Oh, we got a chorus, huh?
Just trying to not waste
taxpayer dollars.
- Is that so?
- Yep.
Take a look around,
you think anything in here's
changed of late?
I think it smells worse.
But the women continue to be
the prettiest in town.
How you doing, sugar?
- Hi, darling.
- Hey, how's Bobby doing?
Uh, you know, getting
older and more stubborn
every day. You know him.
Mm. How I like 'em.
Know nothing, know nobody.
Listen, I'm looking
for a black SUV.
It's got a torn 49 decal
on the back of it.
Never seen a black SUV.
You should probably
get out more.
Don't got nothing for you.
Sul, if you keep
playing it like this,
I got to pull
your footage, you know?
Don't got no footage here.
That used to be true
until your nephew
jacked your back door,
ripped your safe out
the wall, stole $800
and got high on blues with it.
Don't got no footage.
You do.
That's your last violation
till you're shut down.
You can read it,
but it doesn't change either.
I mean...
Thank you.
Right there.
Uh, that's two months ago.
See that plate. Yep, here we go.
Bingo. Ben Wilcomb.
White, 20 years old,
two priors for assault
and attempted armed robbery
when he was a minor.
Grew up in Canaryville, and...
Kid's never been outside
the borders of New City.
Got kicked out
Tilden High at 16,
In and out of juvie,
zero social media,
but he's pure canary.
Juvie records got him with his
address tattooed on him twice.
Okay, last known?
Uh, an apartment off of 42nd,
but we're having
some problems with the SUV.
Right, being reported as
stolen to CPD three weeks ago.
- Covering.
- Right.
So I'm pretty sure those plates
are probably in a river by now.
All we have on him
is that car and the sketch.
It's nowhere near enough.
We could bring him in,
but he grew up in Canaryville
in juvie.
He's not gonna crack.
Well, we need to make
a positive ID.
Get a six pack in front of Nick,
and get coverts
on Ben's apartment.
Let's keep eyes on this kid
until we can move.
Let's put his ass
at these robberies.
So anyway, I was talking
to Kev about all this,
just got me thinking,
I'd really like to talk.
Yeah, we will. Sure.
Hey, Nick. Officer Ruzek.
- Hey, uh...
- It's all right.
- Sorry, it's Friday night.
- No, no, no.
I apologize for interrupting.
Uh, do you have a few minutes
to talk?
Sure, but why don't we
go around back?
No problem.
Sorry, I don't recognize anyone.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- You can take a minute.
- No, sorry, guy's not here.
- A man died.
- We're talking murder, Nick.
If you recognize somebody,
you got to say something.
Can't magically recognize
someone that I don't see.
- Oh, is that so?
- Yeah, that's so.
I think you guys should go now.
Nick, bro, how did we go from
"I'll do anything I can
"to help you guys," to whatever
it is you're doing right now?
- You're from here.
- Yeah.
- You know how this is.
- Oh, you got to be kidding me.
I didn't know the kid was local.
All right,
I've got nothing to say.
My loyalty is to my home,
my neighborhood.
I'm not gonna help you.
This is...
Okay, we build it up?
No, we got nothing
to build with, Sarge.
Ben's phone was off during
the hits so we got no GPS,
no calls or texts to link
to the robbery.
Accomplices are the same.
Running Ben's circle
up against robbery priors...
There's like eight dozen guys
it could be, they all fit.
- All right, what about Nick?
- Did he make the ID?
No, no. He came up short.
Neighborhood whisper
a name in his ear?
Yeah, he said he couldn't
put his arm around a local kid.
Okay, fine, so we put the arm
on him instead.
What do you mean?
Well, you told me
Nick beat the offender
- with a glock, right?
- Yeah, but...
- But he's on probation.
- The gun's not registered.
- Even better.
- Boss.
You wanna jam this guy up
for defending himself?
Offender was trying
to jack his car,
his kid was in the back seat.
He was doing the right thing.
Yeah, then, maybe, not now.
I'm done doing
the Canaryville thing.
Look, we got a dead 35-year-old
who had a wife and two kids,
and we got nothing.
- Right, right.
- We need something.
- Bring his ass in.
- You got it, boss.
- I already told you.
- I don't recognize him.
It happened fast, I was all
juiced up on adrenaline...
He tried to steal my car
so I hit him.
All right,
playing me for a fool...
that's not your best move
right now, Nick.
They showed me a photo lineup.
I didn't see the guy,
simple as that.
There's nothing that
you two can do about it.
Oh, I wouldn't go that far.
You're in possession of
a firearm, you're on probation.
Yup, and that's a twofer, bro.
With your résumé, you're
looking at least five years.
I can't ID him.
I did nothing wrong.
I was protecting my family.
Family, huh?
You ever stop to think about
the family of the dead guy?
Huh?
'Cause I'll tell you, they
ain't eating, they can't sleep.
They're sitting at home
right now
wondering how the hell they're
gonna get through this day.
And the only thing that will
give them a little peace,
is us catching the killer.
But for us to do that,
you got to ID the offender!
Otherwise, I don't know why
we're sitting here.
We'll just charge you and leave.
I'm not just gonna roll
on some neighborhood kid,
just ruin his life...
Ruin his family's life.
I'd be more worried more
about your family right now.
Find another way
to nail the prick.
You don't need
to threaten my family.
Oh, you think we're bluffing?
That ain't a threat, Nick.
I will put your ass in jail,
you understand?
Yeah, I read your file, Nick.
I know what you did.
Where you come from.
You're doing better now.
You got a wife, kid...
I mean, that's all
that really matters, right?
Family?
I mean, there's nothing
more important than that.
I'm telling you,
once it's fractured...
I mean, you jeopardize
its safety, stability...
You can never get it all back.
Show me the photos.
That's him.
His name's Ben Wilcomb.
I know his old man, Marty.
Yeah, he's a good man.
All right,
two tact guys out front
say the exit's been quiet.
Ben's still inside.
Got an anchor out back.
Positions?
Holding down the lobby floor.
I've got eyes
on north and south exits.
- Copy you.
- We're on the second floor.
- Approaching Ben's apartment.
- Copy you.
Back inside. Back up.
We're ready to crash.
All right, copy that.
Chicago PD!
Move.
- The apartment is clear.
- We do not have the offender.
- It's quiet in back.
- Lot's clear.
Got eyes, the offender's running
towards the basement.
Copy you, we'll cut him off
from the back.
- Move, get, get.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
I'm in the basement corridors.
I've lost eyes on the offender.
Oh!
Drop your weapon!
Ben, drop your weapon, now.
- Ben drop your weapon...
- Stop!
- Don't come any closer!
- Okay, okay, okay.
Come on, man,
I don't want to shoot you.
Look, this shouldn't be
the way it ends for you.
That guy that died, right?
That was a mistake, I know that.
Come down to the station and
tell us your side of the story.
Give us your partner's name.
That will help you out.
- You don't mean that.
- I do mean that, man.
I mean it.
You wanna end your days
in a dingy basement?
- Come on, put the gun down.
- Don't come any closer!
Okay, okay.
Look, I'm gonna show you
something, okay?
I'm gonna show you something.
I'm moving real slow.
I'm just gonna talk
to my friends.
I'm with Ben.
We're talking things out.
No need to approach,
I've got things under control.
Repeat, do not approach,
I've got it under control.
Did you hear that, Ben?
I trust you.
Okay, now put the gun down.
- Stop!
- Okay, okay.
Chicago PD, you drop
the weapon, right now!
No, no, no, no!
- Adam, Adam... listen, Ben.
- You lied to me!
No, no, no, Ben,
put the gun down, all right?
I'm telling you,
drop that weapon right now,
- or I will shoot.
- We're good, Adam, we're good.
Come on, Ben, put the gun down!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
5021 Ida, roll an ambo to
Garden Grove apartment complex
on Union Street.
Shots fired by the police.
Offender down.
- Copy that, 5021.
- I have the ambo en route.
I announced my office
several times,
told him to drop his weapon,
he pointed his gun at me,
I feared for my life,
for Officer Burgess' life.
I fired off two rounds.
So you didn't sustain
any injuries?
- No, ma'am.
- Okay.
You still got to piss and blow
and take more pictures
back at the Area.
- I'll meet you there.
- Thank you, ma'am.
Thanks.
How'd it go?
Good, I think.
It was a good shoot.
Pretty black and white.
Adam, I told you to stay back.
- I had it under control.
- Kim, I was...
I gave you an order over the DC.
- He could have shot you.
- He could have shot you too.
- But that's not the point.
- That is the point.
He had a gun on you.
I came in to back you up.
No, you came in
'cause I'm pregnant.
Adam, I'm a cop.
If I tell you to stay back,
I mean stay back.
I heard an altercation
over the radio.
I heard him tuning you up.
What did you want me to do?
You want me to leave,
grab a coffee,
hope it all works out for you?
- Oh, God, you don't get it.
- No, no, no, I get it.
Hold on. I get it.
I totally get it.
I just don't like
what I'm getting.
You wanna tiptoe around this?
Fine.
But things are different now.
You're pregnant with my kid.
My kid.
And so when I heard him working
you, I did what I had to do
to make sure that
the both of you were okay,
and if that pisses you off,
I don't really care.
Goddamn, all I've been doing
is trying to help you.
That's what I've been doing
since we found out,
- trying to help.
- Adam, I don't want your help.
I know that you're the father,
but I'm the one
having the baby, okay?
I'm the one who has to change
her whole life,
I have to put my career on hold,
and I have to hope and pray
that it's still there
when I get back.
Do you think
that's easy and fun?
This may not be what you wanna
hear, but we're not together.
So this isn't gonna
fall on us the same.
I get to do this part...
This pregnancy part...
My way, on my terms.
That's it.
For what it's worth,
black, beaten-up SUVs,
parked underground,
tanks of gas
inside and suitcases.
He was definitely about
to bounce out of town.
- Glove up.
- Oh, thanks.
Other than this,
nothing too interesting.
Unless you consider
a half-eaten salami sandwich
with yellow mustard and pickles
interesting.
Mmm.
Well, I think this
is pretty interesting.
Okay, let's get
all this over to OCD,
and meet Sarge at the district.
Atwater, talk to me.
Mm-hmm. Are you sure?
Okay, good looking out.
I'm on my way.
- Slow down, man.
- You got to be kidding me.
So you don't return
text messages?
You cut your phone off?
That's what we doin' now?
Leave me alone, Kev.
I'm not gonna talk
to you right now.
- Huh? Why's that?
- Why's that?
Really, bro? You lied to her.
Come on, man, she wasn't trying
to hurt nobody, bro,
and I was trying to help her.
She killed a guy.
You can't fix that.
You don't back that up.
You play her, you play me.
You make me look like
a little bitch, all right?
I love her.
I love her,
and I got nothin' no more!
- You got nothin'?
- Come on, Jordan,
you got me, you got family,
you got so much.
Don't talk to me, bruh.
Don't walk away from me, Jordan!
- Listen to me.
- I don't want you.
Okay? Listen, stop coming.
I'm not telling you no more.
I'm all you got, Jordan!
Believe it or not, I'm it!
Shells recovered
from the brewery and diner
are a match to the shotgun
we found in Ben's apartment.
So it confirms
what we already know:
Ben's one of the offenders.
Who the hell is the other guy?
Hey, Sarge,
I just ran Ben's burners.
There's a lot of messages
on there
from an unregistered number
discussing the robberies first.
The sender tells him
to lay low and hide,
then he tells him to run.
I think we got there
- as he was trying to.
- Yeah.
That number's also a burner
phone that's been shut off.
- You run the IMEIN?
- So I did.
Uh, the phone was bought
at a corner store
in Back of the Yards.
Same place Ben bought his
burners.
- Upton's checking it out.
- Uh-huh.
Okay, owner remembers faces
real well.
Said he know Ben Wilcomb,
comes in all the time
to buy beer and cigarettes,
and he came in last month
to buy a burner phone.
And the accomplice?
He said his father,
Martin Wilcomb,
also came in to buy a burner
phone around the same time.
Guy goes to the 49.
Atwater and I saw him
when we were there.
Martin Wilcomb, 52 years old,
a few misdemeanors
from when he was younger.
Looks like, uh...
Ah, he owns two liquor stores
and a diner in Canaryville.
This says he filed
for bankruptcy two months ago.
He named his LLC
"Canaryville Hospitality."
- Huh.
- Okay, that fits.
Marty's a believer
in the neighborhood.
That neighborhood.
And he blames the demise
on all the new businesses
coming into town.
Him and the kid, they start
robbing and vandalizing
these places to push 'em out.
IMEIs are a match,
owner has meticulous records
and footage.
All right,
so let's go grab him up.
- Levels.
- Halt.
Move.
We're good.
- You see the blood?
- Yeah.
All right, you go left,
I go right.
- On my count.
- One, two, three, go.
- Body!
- Clear.
Yeah, he's still breathing.
5021, roll an ambo
to 3711 Wallace.
Sir, can you hear me?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nick.
- Nick...
- Hey.
Nick, it's Officer Adam Ruzek.
Do you recognize me?
What are you doing here, man?
- What happened?
- I came to talk to Marty.
Apologize, tell him the cops
are looking for his kid,
and he...
He grabbed a bat and he...
- Hey, Adam.
- What?
You get anything from Halstead?
- I'll call.
- Can you believe this guy?
Tells the father of the kid
he just ratted out,
that he just ratted him out.
Yeah, well, not a smart move,
all things considered.
The fact that Nick was in there
purging his Canaryville
heart out,
means that Marty
knows we're looking at him,
and he's got a jump.
We got to move fast.
This guy can't be far.
Let's patrol the neighborhood.
- Hey, Jay, it's Adam.
- Where we at?
Ruz, I got a bolo out on his car
and investigative alerts out
at all the airports, train
stations, and bus stations.
What about his cell phone?
So I ran his registered
phone and his burner phone.
Both are shut off, no signal.
Wait, his SUV is damn near new.
We should be able
to track him down
- with the navigation system.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, I'm gonna start
writing you guys up a warrant.
- You hear that?
- All right.
Call me when you got a location.
All right.
Boss, that's his car.
- Mm, call it.
- We got eyes on his vehicle.
Southeast corner of the park.
In the back
in the bleachers over there.
- Copy that.
- Yeah, that's him.
We got Marty on the bleachers
on the west end.
I want you to clear the park.
Adam and I are approaching
from the north side.
Kids, kids,
I'm with Chicago PD, all right?
Everything's gonna be okay,
but I want you to
find your parents.
Hey, buddy, go to your parents.
Come on, come on, let's move.
These kids. Hey, guys.
Move on, fast, will you?
Gun, gun, gun,
gun, gun, gun, gun.
Move, move, move. Go!
Now! Hey, Marty.
Marty, listen to me,
I'm Sergeant Hank Voight,
Chicago PD.
I need you to put that gun down.
Marty, look at me.
Put the gun down.
You got to drop the weapon.
Come on, Marty.
I used to play with my son
here when he was little.
Always made me happy.
It's a great place.
There's a lot of families here,
that's why I need you
to put the gun down, Marty.
I'm supposed to meet Benny here.
I was gonna get him out.
You arrest him already?
Marty,
we can talk about Benny later.
Right now, we got to deal
with the gun in your hand.
Okay? Let's do that first.
We didn't mean to hurt anybody.
We were just protecting
what was ours,
- what we worked to build.
- I get it.
I mean, that's what guys
like you and me do.
We protect our families,
but Marty...
A man died,
and you got to answer for that.
Yeah.
I just, um...
I had a life.
I looked up one day,
and it was gone.
I thought if I could scare them
away, things would go back.
Whoa, whoa, Marty, whoa.
- I wanna know where Benny is.
- Okay.
Put that gun down,
we'll tell you.
- Yeah.
- He in jail?
He's dead, isn't he?
That's why you won't tell me
where he is?
Marty, give me the gun.
How'd he die?
You guys shoot him?
Marty, give me the gun. Relax.
We can work it... whoa, Marty!
Do not! Whoa, easy.
Easy.
We had a hell of a run.
Good business, good family.
Now it's over,
and it's all my fault.
- It's not over.
- I, um...
Take it easy.
- I screwed up.
- Yeah, Marty.
Yeah, you screwed up,
you made a mistake.
It happens all the time.
We can work with you.
But put the gun down.
You should've let me die.
You should've let me
kill myself.
All right, Marty, it's over.
- Jay, any word on Nick?
- Uh, yeah.
Vince said he's critical
but stable,
they think
he's gonna pull through.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
- I heard you made a nice disarm.
- Oh, man.
- You want details?
- Yeah, I'm losing my mind.
- After six days?
- After six minutes.
- Hey, Burgess, you got a sec?
- What... yeah.
Uh, I'll meet up with you guys.
What's up?
Internet said
it was an appropriate gift.
How'd you know?
I've been a cop a long time.
Plus, if you listen hard enough,
you and Ruzek have voices
that really carry.
Am I crazy?
Maybe, but...
I don't know,
some of the best decisions
we ever make start out as crazy.
So...
go with your gut, Burgess.
What's going on?
Nothing, just wanna talk.
About?
Everything.
I was hoping for something
a little more specific.
I've been thinking about things.
- Okay.
- About...
Thinking about, uh,
you know what we talked about,
about you and me, the baby...
Okay.
Us, and um...
I think maybe
we should get married.
Married?
Yeah, married,
like for real married.
I mean, I know I screwed up
last time...
But things are different now.
I'm different now.
So, married, yeah.
Yeah.
You have any thoughts on this?
'Cause I'm just
kind of standing here.
I think it's a really bad idea.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to be so...
Honest.
- It's all right.
- No, it's just... come on.
I don't wanna get married right
now, and you don't either.
You're just scared, you're
trying to do the right thing.
Yeah, I'm definitely
trying to do the right thing,
and I keep failing.
It's just like...
I don't know what to do, Kim,
I'm just trying to be
a good guy.
- Yeah, I know.
- You are a good guy.
Come on. That's why I love you.
But we are different,
and we're not meant
to be together.
Not now,
not as husband and wife anyway.
But...
we're meant to be family, right?
It may not be perfect,
or what either one of us
imagined
a long time ago, but...
From now on, no matter what,
we'll be in it together, okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Thank you.