Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 7, Episode 7 - Informant - full transcript

[train rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

- Why do you do that?
- What?

- The never leaving
things out thing?

We've lived together
for a month,

and you've never once left
anything out in the apartment

- Are you kidding me?
Do you not see us?

- Come and search me, po-po.
- Is that an undercover thing?

- Nah, I learned it
before that.

It's a 32 foster homes thing.

You want to survive,
you keep it tight.



Play by the rules.

- Yo, look who it is!
Nina!

What up, rat?
- What's up, Bryce?

How many times you think
we're gonna have to explain

the difference between
undercover officer and snitch?

- Thanks.
- No, thanks, I'm good.

- Sorry.
Habit.

- Sure,
that's one name for it.

- What do we got?

- Turf dispute.

Corner boy was dealing
south end of the courts.

It sounds like he ran into
another corner boy,

this one dealing unsanctioned.

Witnesses say they heard
yelling and then gunshots.



- He's young.
- Seventeen.

Multiple GSWs.
Torso, shin, back.

Wild, sporadic shots--
he was running.

ID puts him living out
in Maywood,

so he was dealing
a long way from home.

- Anything on the shooter?

- Yeah, he's over here.

Kids shot each other.

Guns were still warm

when paramedics and patrol
rolled up.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- These boys were fighting to
survive for the same territory.

Both pulled out their guns,
both dead at 17.

- No doubt Homicide's gonna
rule this mutual combatants.

Why'd they call us?

- I don't know.

We're guessing it's got to do

with whatever the hell's
going on over there.

- All right, come on.
- Okay.

- We've got a bit
of a situation.

Unsanctioned corner boy who
was shot wasn't dealing dope.

He was dealing carfentanil.

- It's confirmed?

- Stamps on the drugs match
bags ISP identified last week.

Strain about 100 times
stronger than fentanyl.

Pinhead of this stuff
will kill you,

and whoever's dealing it--

they're cutting it
with soap,

they're cutting it
with cat litter.

So I guess they know
what they're doing.

- He's still lying?
He's there?

- All right, Intelligence
can back Narcotics.

- No, no.
I want you running this.

Narcotics has had it
for a week, and all we got

are these two 17-year-old
corner boys now dead.

- Long-term drug investigations
from dead bottom take time.

- This batch has four ODs.
We're fresh out of time.

If carfentanil
truly hits Chicago,

we're gonna be stacking
dead bodies in freezer trucks

outside the morgue.

- You want me to try and jump
a few rungs on the ladder?

- I sure as hell hope you can.

It's his neighborhood.

Get it done.

♪ ♪

- Work hard, okay?

- That is a long drive
from home for ballet class.

I know how to do heat runs,
Darius.

No one followed me.

You're a cooperating defendant.
You're no good to me dead.

Oh, I assume you remember
the deal we made.

It's time to start working
for the police.

Look, the way this works,

I come to you with a case
and you help.

Help goes in your file,

keeps you out of jail
until the next time I show up.

- You don't have to work
so hard to be polite.

I get it.
I'm a snitch.

- Don't be so hard on yourself.

I need the name of whoever's
running carfentanil

unsanctioned
in your neighborhood.

♪ ♪

- Don't know it.
- Hmm.

That's the wrong answer.

You see, if you don't know it,

I just keep coming back until
you find it, you understand?

Darius.

I'm making this first one
real easy.

It's one thing to deal dope,

a whole other
dealing carfentanil.

You and I both know there's
no way you want that crap

on the streets
of your neighborhood.

So just give me a name
and I'm gone.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Idiot kid's testing
his new product at the courts.

Name's Book Barr.

- See how easy that is?

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- So the tip Darius gave us
checks out.

Book Barr, 26,
with a long-ass rap sheet.

He's got two pops
for possession,

one with intent to distribute,
and a domestic on the side.

- Narcotics has him listed
as a current frequent

to Washington Courts,

and he has a hook into
our unsanctioned corner boy.

They grew up together
in Maywood.

This is our guy.

- Do we have a last known?
- No.

And no registered cell phone,
no social media, keeps low.

- Other than
our dead corner boy,

this guy's got a big zero
in associates.

Everybody he's been booked
with is long dead.

CHRIS system's got him linked
to three separate gangs,

AKA they couldn't pin
who he was working with.

- All right, so he must go
where the weight is.

Sounds like he's independent.

He's cutting
and supplying it himself.

- If he doesn't have any boys,

then there's not gonna be
anybody for us to work.

- Well, then we make
an access point,

but we gotta take this guy
quick and easy.

I think our best bet
is we set up a buy from him.

Anybody?

- I may have someone
that can set up an intro.

Old CI of mine out of Maywood.

I popped him when he was 18
on a burglary, flipped him,

then he fell in love
with working for the police.

Never stopped.

- He's like
a professional CI now?

- Yeah, he makes
a living shaking tips.

CPD, DEA, FBI.

You name letters,
he's sold to 'em.

- So what's the hesitation?

- If you ask me, he loves
the chase more than we do,

and it's not always worth
the trouble.

- Well, we need an in,
but he's your CI,

so it's your call.

Can you handle him?

- Yeah, I can handle him.

- Okay, let's go.

- Let's go.

- Cam.

- [exhales]
I'll be damned, be damned.

Hailey Ann Upton, light
of my sorry ass little life.

I knew you couldn't
stay away from me.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

You're just playing hard
to get.

- It's not because I thought
you lost your mind?

- Nah, my mind still visits
from time to time.

We got one of them
timeshare things going.

So what's up?
We scraping together or what?

- Maybe.
- What you need?

- An intro to a dealer,
Book Barr.

- Done.
- Really?

- Hell yeah.
Book Barr?

I use him like butter.

He a strange bird, though.
Hustles then dips.

Always changing color.

Guy don't like his ties
to last.

I can muscle an intro, but
price tag's gonna be steep.

- Of course it is.
- Value, baby.

I got it, I know it.

You pay me three,
I'm all yours.

- I'll pay you 500 now,

and 1500 when
we make an arrest.

- Plus two for every kilo
we seize.

- CPD's never gonna go
for that.

- Then pay me out your pocket.

What?
I know you.

You go to work, you go home.
What the hell are you buying?

- Ah, cute.
Not gonna happen.

Grand a key.
- 1500.

- 12 and you have to promise
to listen to me.

- Done.

You wanna shake on it?

Or we can have a quickie
to seal it.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Come on,
we can have some fun.

- Uh-huh.
- [chuckles]

[dance music]

♪ ♪

- What is this you're wearing?

- It's my going-out outfit.
- Yeah?

When is the last time
you went out?

- You--oh.
- [chuckles]

- Man, I missed you!
- And I did miss you.

Not too many people in my life
who know me anymore.

You play close to everyone

means you're not really close
to no one.

[chuckles]
My new discovery.

Best place to do
a meet and greet

is surrounded by people so
damned diced out of they minds,

they can't think straight.

[both chuckle]

- Guy sounds like a cop.

- Thin line between
a pro CI and undercover.

♪ ♪

I got eyes on Book.

♪ ♪

- Copy, see it.
Haley, you guys are up.

- Yo, Book!

Book, been a minute, man.

How you doing?

- Why the hell you got me
meeting you here?

- Dollar beers!

And I swear, you stand in
one place long enough,

some girl's gonna
come rubbing up to you

telling you how soft
your hair is.

This is my friend I was telling
you about, Hailey.

- Hey.

- I met her up
in Brighton Park.

I tried dealing
her half-assed roxies,

then I realized
I was on her set.

- Cam says
you got something new.

I've been looking
for something new.

♪ ♪

- Why's that?

- 'Cause new
usually means cheap.

- Man, you know
I wouldn't bring you no one

who couldn't back it.

She got demand,

and most of her demand
is white

and too stupid
to know street rates.

So we all can't go wrong.

- Yeah, I don't think no pretty
white girl can handle uncut.

- Huh, I'd actually pay more
for uncut.

♪ ♪

20% uptick.

- What, you're gonna give
all your money

to a guy you don't know?

- Look, I already tried your
stuff from Washington Courts,

and I know Cam.

He says you're good,
you're good.

And I'm pretty sure
he's already told you

that I'm good,
so it's on you.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, all right.

I could use you.

Let me get a drink,
then we can talk.

♪ ♪

- Why's it dealers
can't keep a clock?

- Let's take this extra time to
go over everything, shall we?

Drugs and cash exchange hands,
what do you do?

- I let your cop buddies crash
and beat me up real good,

and I don't swing back
too much.

- Mm-hmm.
[brakes squeal]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Yo, you see them numbers
on your phone?

They a clock.

- Yeah.

We got a bit
of a change in plans.

I want you to meet
my boy first.

If we cool, then we deal.

- What boy?
- Don't matter.

Guy I'm working with,
all right?

- The hell is this?

- He talking about his source?
- I don't know.

I guess nobody's truly
independent anymore.

- I thought we were doing
this today.

- We are.
We can go right now.

♪ ♪

Why?
Is there a problem?

- Nah, it's cool.

Just don't love
being surprised.

- No, it is a problem.

I already talked price with you
and I'm not gonna debate it.

- No, I'm not gonna change
the price, all right?

I'm just...

I just want you to meet him.

♪ ♪

- Is everybody hearing this?

- Yeah.
We're good on GPS.

We're up on Hailey
and Cameron's COH and phones.

So if she wants to go mobile,
then we're good to go.

- Listen, I'm headed there now.

So you either in or you out.

♪ ♪

- Fine.
In.

- Hey, back up.

Get in the front.

♪ ♪

- All right, we're moving.

We're gonna take
the follow spot.

You guys run parallel,
stay wide,

don't lose the eye.
- Copy that.

♪ ♪

- Where are we meeting him at?

You guys set a meet spot?

- It ain't far.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Okay, we got Book
turning north on Parnell.

- Copy, we'll follow him
on South Normal.

♪ ♪

- All right, looks like Book
is trailing a blue Civic.

We got to hang wide.
Kev, you up?

- Yes, sir.
Over and again now.

Two blocks over,
about to hit Lowe street.

♪ ♪

- Is this the guy
we're meeting?

- You armed?

- Why the hell would
I need to be?

- Yo, Book, what's going on?

♪ ♪

- Oh, we're not meeting anyone.
You're ripping.

- Whoa, whoa!
- Book!

♪ ♪

- Hailey, down!

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Hurry, get down!
Stay down!

♪ ♪

- [panting]

- Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!

- Chicago PD!
Drop your weapon!

Book, put the weapon down now!

♪ ♪

Back up!

- Hailey?
- Hailey, you good?

- Stay back!
Stay back!

There's carfentanil all
over the street, it's uncut.

He's overdosing.
I need Narcan and gloves.

- Yeah, glove box.

5021 George.
Emergency.

We need hazmat, Fire, and an
ambulance to 65th and Parnell.

We got one OD victim,
possibly more.

We got uncut carfentanil
on the street.

Have patrol setup
a one-block perimeter...

- No, no, no!
You're staying here.

- It's too late.
We in it.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

- Here, take these.

- Come on, let's do it.
Let's do it.

- [whimpers, gasps]

- Come on.
Come on.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

It's not working.
Give me another one.

- Come on, man.
Stay in it.

Stay in it.
Come on, brother.

- [gasps]
- Stay in it.

Come on.
Come on.

Don't go.
Come on.

Stay in it, stay in it,
stay in it.

♪ ♪

- All right, levels are good.
You guys were lucky.

If you feel any worse symptoms

like dizziness
or shortness of breath,

then take another dose
and get to a hospital

just in case.
Understood?

- You good?
- Good.

You?
- Yeah.

Thanks for having my back.

- I got you.

Front, center, sideways.

So what's our next play?

- I don't know.
- I do.

You go press the driver,
I'll go back.

I'll flip some cats,

ID whoever the hell
Book was ripping.

Damn idiot had to know them.

- No, it's not your call
and it's not mine either.

- Yo, that wasn't on us.

That thing flipped,
was chopped from the jump.

- Yeah, well, I gotta go
get my ass handed to me.

A tact officer's
gonna drive you home, okay?

- Whoa, whoa.

At least rap with me about
what our next move's gonna be.

- I can't, Cam.
You're a CI.

You can't be here.

You need to go now,
all right?

See you later.

- It looks like Book
was a one-man robbery crew,

ripping the supply of someone
he was working for.

- The driver of the Civic
was driving scared.

There was no way
this was Book's first rip.

My guess is he was told
to look out

for a black male tailing him.

- That's why he wanted
a white girl in the front seat.

- Gets him close enough
to do the rip,

then he kills Upton, her CI,
takes their cash,

doubles his score,

makes it look like
they did the rip.

No ties.

- Well, at least someone
was being smart.

- We got 600 grams of
uncut carfentanil

and the driver in custody.

- And another body
and another street shut down.

- We got Book for you.

Just turned out
he was a small fish.

We'll get the big one.

We'll keep jumping the ladder.

It may not be pretty,
but it'll be worth it.

- That is what you told me.
- Uh-huh.

- All right.

- Driver of the Civic's
terrified.

Gave up his boss
as soon as we sat down.

This is Mackie Carter, 30.
The guy's a heavyweight.

- Heavy enough to have
six whole blocks.

He runs a section
of the G Park Lords,

deals dope, rocks, and loud.

And until now,
the driver said

that Book was
Mackie's enforcer.

He actually knew the routes.

- So Book steals uncut product
from his boss,

then cuts it himself and sells
it in Washington Courts.

Causes 4 ODs.

- Yeah, but the problem is
Mackie is as organized as hell.

He's got an actual network
to move that carfentanil

smooth and fast as he cuts it.

- All right,
so let's get ahead of him.

Driver of the carfentanil,
he got an in with Mackie?

- Nah, kid's a nobody.

He just picks up cars,
drops off cars.

No contact with the boss.

- Boss,
we might have a problem here.

I ran Mackie through Narcotics;

they've got the G Parks up
on a title three.

They don't got much
from Mackie on the wire,

but they were able to get
a half-dozen covert cams

on his corners.

- When's this from?
- Two days ago.

- All right, get up on Mackie.

I want you to flood his turf
with undercover buys.

Any of that carfentanil drops,

we clear every single corner
he's got.

Send me that footage.
- Got it.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Man, who do you think I am?

- What's wrong with you?

- You think I'm
one of your boys,

you can just
yank me around?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- No?

You trying to tell me

you don't know where
Book was getting his drugs?

♪ ♪

Hmm?

- The way I remember it,
you asked me a direct question

and I gave you
a direct answer.

It's not my job to trace
where he's getting his product,

that's yours.

♪ ♪

- You don't want to play
with me, Darius.

You understand?

'Cause I don't play.

♪ ♪

Turn around.

Turn around.

Give me your hands.

You're under arrest.

[cuffs click]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I left out Mackie
because we do business.

Lease our border corners
when product's low.

Made sense to give you Book;
he was a problem.

Made no business sense
to give you Mackie.

Not when I can
handle him myself.

- Okay.
[keys jingle]

Well, that all may
or may not be true...

But we're here now.

I need Mackie.

You've got to give him to me.

- No.

- Darius,

I'm not asking.

♪ ♪

- I do that, I'm dead.

- [sighs]

Let me worry about that.

I'll find a way to make sure
we all stay upright.

That's my job.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

You know...

♪ ♪

At some point, you and I,
we're gonna have to start

trusting each other
a little bit.

♪ ♪

Or there's nothing in this
for either of us.

♪ ♪

- This is a pinhole camera.
It's your COH.

It means we'll have eyes
and ears on you at all times

even when you can't see us.

- Which is gonna be most of it.

Voight wants to play this safe,
so no ghost inside

and no surveillance
for a two-block radius.

- Okay.

Where are the cops
who worked my case?

Uh, Nina or Vanessa
and Kevin?

- Working.

It's a tactic.
You're a new CI.

Voight wants to keep things
calm so you're not...

distracted.

- Um, all right.

She's gonna get
the video feed up and running,

and I'm gonna check
your levels, all right?

So let me just speak
at normal volume...

- What are you doing?

♪ ♪

What the hell are you doing?
- I've been hitting the courts,

couple of crash pads out there.
- What?

- It's sounding like Book
was gunning for a regent there.

Prick's name is Mackie.
- Cam, have you lost your mind?

- I can get an intro.
- Stop, stop!

The first rule of being a CI

is to not walk into
a damn police station.

- Whoa, hey, relax.

- You were just seen.

Jesus, I don't even know
how you got inside.

- No, you don't got
to do me like that.

Don't treat me like
you gotta keep me in line.

I ain't working off a case.
I know what I'm doing.

I know people here.

I made it look like I just
got popped from holding.

- Cam, you might have
just burned yourself.

- I didn't--
- I can't use you.

- Are you kidding?
- I don't have a choice.

You have to leave town
and lay low for a while.

- Look, I'm not burned.
- It's done.

- You can't just decide that.

It's my job.
It's what I got.

If I'm not reliable,
I don't get jobs no more.

You can't pull me
before we're paid out.

- Yes, I can.

It's my job to pull you.

I'll pay you for the drugs
we seized,

but then you have
to leave town.

We're done.

♪ ♪

We're up.

♪ ♪

- Sarge,
Darius has some company here.

Male, black, 30s,
unidentified.

- It's got to be
Darius' enforcer, security.

- You want us to run
an intercept?

Kev's, like,
three blocks down.

He can do a drive by.
- No, let it play.

[suspenseful music]

- We need to talk.

♪ ♪

- All right, let's go talk.

- No, no, no.
We could talk right here.

Your new product is still
in my neighborhood.

Washington Courts, four ODs.

- I ain't be dealing that.

- [chuckles]
It's your product.

You let your product
get ripped.

You let that product run
into my neighborhood.

You getting it, Mackie?

Your product, your problem.

- Yeah, we already on it,
homie.

- Oh, no, homie.

See, the solution is gonna be

that I buy the rest
of your carfentanil supply.

- The hell you are.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What the hell?
- Are we moving, Sarge?

- We're trusting Darius.
Hold.

- You sure you wanna do that?

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Do you know why
you have corners, Mackie?

Because I let you.

I gave them.

I will take them.

♪ ♪

So the rest
of your carfentanil.

I'm gonna give you
a good price.

You won't lose money.

♪ ♪

You guys free tomorrow?

Hmm?

You guys?

♪ ♪

Mackie?

- Yeah.

Noon, lot off 73rd.

- My man.

♪ ♪

- We're in.

- This guy might have
more power than we thought.

"Because I let you"?
He sounded like Voight.

[cell phone chimes]

- You've got to be kidding me.

- I thought you kicked him.
- I did.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- I know, I know.

Relax, you're gonna be happy.

- I wasn't playing
with you, man.

- I got something good, girl.
Something real good.

Your new CI Darius--

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

5021 Henry, 10-1, 10-1.

Shots fired at the police.

I got a civilian down--
[gunshot]

I'm pinned at 1310 West Racine.

I'm a plainclothes officer.
I need backup.

- Units in 21
and units on the citywide,

we have a 10-1 being called.

1310 Racine.

Plainclothes officer
taking fire.

Everyone stay off the air
and start heading that way.

♪ ♪

- 5021 Henry, shots are coming
from the upper levels.

I believe it's one shooter.

How far out is my backup?

- Rolling your way.
A minute out.

- Copy that.

I'm going around back
of the building, going dark.

- Copy.

♪ ♪

[both grunt]

♪ ♪

[siren wails]

♪ ♪

I'm the police!
Gun!

- You good?
You cleared the building?

- No, you clear it.

♪ ♪

Back up.
Hey, back up!

Get back!

- Back up.
Back up.

Back up, guys.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Hey.

Patrol transported
the shooter in?

- Yeah, I just logged him in.

He's in Intelligence.

Voight and Halstead
are having a run at him.

Uh, his name is AJ Flores.

Multiple priors,
affiliated with--

hey, Hailey.
Hailey?

Take a second.

- To what?
Calm down?

- To read the file.

- I don't need to read
the file.

I know what just happened.

♪ ♪

He killed my CI right
in front of me, Trudy.

That's what just happened.

♪ ♪

- Cameron was a snitch,
deserved to die.

So I followed him
and then I shot him.

- You can keep saying that.

It's still not gonna be
the news you think it is.

- We already got you on that,
AJ.

- Y'all don't need
any more police.

I shot him.

Cameron was a snitch,
deserved to die.

So I followed him
and then I shot him.

- How'd you know
he was a snitch?

How?

Someone told you.
Who?

Was it this guy?

♪ ♪

Darius Walker told you
he was a snitch

and he ordered the hit,
didn't he?

- Cameron was a snitch,
deserved to die...

- I don't want
your rehearsed garbage.

Did he order the hit?

- Cameron was a snitch,
deserved to die.

So I followed him
and then I shot him.

- Okay, I'll give you a deal.

- Cameron was a snitch...
- What do you want?

Come on, we'll put it
in writing right now.

- Hailey.

- So then I followed him
and then I shot him.

I'd like
my public defender now.

I can sign whatever
you want me to sign,

but I said what I'm gonna say.

♪ ♪

- The kid's been in lockup
one too many times.

He's not gonna say
more than he wants.

- Then we bring Darius in
and arrest him now.

He saw Cameron.

He knew Cameron
could ID him as a CI

and he had him killed.

- [sighs]

All right.

What do we got on him?

- Well, we ran the shooter's
phone against Darius',

and absolutely no contact.

CHRIS system, social media,
jail logs, last knowns.

There's no connection
to Darius at all.

- AJ runs with
the Latin Players,

Darius with
the Southside Hustlers.

I mean, they're worlds apart.

- They could've met in person.

- We had eyes on Darius
all day

except for about an hour
and a half.

- Ballistics?

- It does link up
to two unsolved shootings,

but they're both hooked up
to Latin Players.

No connect to Darius.

- But we do have the shooter
connected to Cameron.

I mean, Cameron's worked him
on a case before.

- Yeah, but did Cameron
ever work Darius?

- No, and if he found out
who Cameron was

after seeing him
in the roll up,

we can't prove it.

- Hailey,

chances are this shooting's
got nothing to do with Darius.

- All this proves is
that Darius is smart.

Cameron figured out
who Darius was in three hours.

There's no way that Darius
didn't figure out

who Cameron was
in less than that.

We need to bring Darius in,
we hold him for 48,

and we press him.

- We have this buy set
with Darius.

- Who the hell cares?

We're still gonna use him

even though he might've
just offed a CI?

♪ ♪

We're still gonna use him?

- Cameron was a pro CI.

He worked hundreds of cases.

This might not have been
the one that caught him.

- Sarge, if we use him,
we might be losing evidence.

- If we don't use him,
we will lose the carfentanil.

And we've got to go
with what we got now.

We'll deal with the rest
when we're done.

Okay?

Now this buy, it balances
on a razor's edge

'cause we've got to bust Mackie
without burning Darius.

♪ ♪

- All right, we've got eyes
on Darius and Mackie

from the north end.

[suspenseful music]

- All right, we're up.

Everyone keeps tight
and keeps back

until you get the word
"go" from me.

Nice and easy here.

We let Darius play this one.

♪ ♪

- Right on time.

♪ ♪

- It'd be real easy to move on
them both right now.

Burn Darius,
can't use him anymore.

He'd be booked,
do his original time.

- Yeah, for drugs.

- 30 years is 30 years.

♪ ♪

[click]

♪ ♪

- All right,
we got eyes on the drugs.

Half dozen half-keys.

- Copy that.
Nobody move.

We wait for Darius
to make his play.

We wait until "go."

- We're trusting--
we're protecting a killer.

- Hailey,
I'd follow you anywhere.

But I know right now you would
tell me to trust Voight.

♪ ♪

- The hell is he doing?
Why is he not moving?

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
Come on, man.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?
- Shut up.

[beeping]

♪ ♪

[long beep]

♪ ♪

What is this?

♪ ♪

- What?

Why do you have a tracker
on your car?

♪ ♪

Are you...

are you playing me?

Mackie, are you working
with the police?

- What the hell
you talking about, man?

- Why do you have a bug
on your car?

- It--it ain't bugged.
Man, I didn't--

- It is.

There's a tracker on your car.

There's a wire on you.
- I ain't no snitch, man!

- Well, if you're not,
they're working you.

- That's not possible, dawg!

- Hey, if they got
your car bugged,

it means they got you bugged.

Mackie,
we're about to get jammed.

So move.

- But there's nobody here
though, man.

- Mackie, get in your car
and move!

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Chicago PD!

- Chicago PD!
Don't move!

Stay right where you are.
- Hands up right now!

Put your hands up!
Put 'em up!

[tires squeal]

Put your hands on the car!

- Tell me someone's got eyes
on that second vehicle.

- Negative.
Car's in the wind.

I repeat, we do not have eyes.

Calling it over
to citywide now.

♪ ♪

- There was another car there,
Mackie.

Okay, who was it?

- We got all night.

- Who were you selling to?

- By the time you come
stumbling out the joint,

the whole game
will be dried up.

You'll be an old ass man,
Mackie.

- All your corner boys dead
or gunning for somebody else.

- You think the streets are
still gonna have love for you?

- Unless you wanna lower
your sentence; talk to us.

Tell us who
you were selling to.

We can help you out.

- Help.

Help is as easy as
a 99 confidential agreement.

All you got to do is cooperate.

- Ask me one more time.
- Sit down!

- I ain't no bitch-ass snitch,
man!

Hey, I don't work
for the police, man!

- Shut up, man!

- I ain't no bitch-ass snitch!
- Shut up!

- Well, I'd say that's a win.

That guy has no idea
we played him.

[chuckles]

Hailey?

Cameron forgot
which way was up.

- Well, I think we are good.

Mackie definitely bought it.
You weren't made.

- Okay.

- We aren't done yet.

I'm gonna ask you
a direct question.

You need to give me
a direct answer.

♪ ♪

Did you order the hit
on Cameron Balow?

- [chuckles]

I'm not an 18-year-old
corner boy

you popped with a dime bag.
- I know.

- We've both been on
the streets a long time.

Maybe different ends,
but street's the same.

♪ ♪

We both know that every time
you stand across from a CI,

you lie.

You can't protect them.

Nine times out of ten,
the house wins,

and the person
in my seat is dead.

I know that, you know that.

Cameron damn well knew that.

♪ ♪

[engine turns]

♪ ♪

- Anything new?
- No.

No, we're at the same place
we were.

There's no evidence.

- Sarge, what's your call
on Darius?

- I wanna keep him in play.
He's valuable.

He probably saved us
hundreds of ODs, right?

Look, the rest is simple.

It's one murder we never make.

He may not even be involved.

- There's no way
you believe that.

- [sighs]

My office?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Sit down.

- I don't care
if we can't make the case.

You and I both know
he was involved.

You can't trust him.

- I don't.

- There's a thousand things
that we don't know about him.

- I'm sure that's true.

- He should be held
accountable.

- Cameron walked into
a police station.

He knew he could be made.

Then he went directly out
on the streets--

- Look, no, no.
I'm not defending him.

I'm not saying
he was a good guy,

a smart guy,
a right guy.

But he was my guy.

He was my CI.

I put him out there.

He was mine.

- Why don't you tell me
what you want?

I mean, right now.

You want me to yell at you?

Or do you want me
to make you feel better?

Hmm?

- [sighs]
- Hailey.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

You're a good cop.

So you know I made
the right decision tonight.

♪ ♪

He was yours,
and his death is yours.

♪ ♪

Listen, never once have
we made a deal with an angel,

someone we can trust.

It's not how CIs work.

♪ ♪

I shouldn't have
to explain that to you.

♪ ♪

It's a necessary part
of the job.

I mean, it's...

♪ ♪

We keep one foot in a world
we don't belong in,

and we ask our CIs
to do the exact same thing.

♪ ♪

Only...

you're the cop.

Cameron was a snitch.

♪ ♪

So I'm sure his death is

the cost of the game,
but...

You're the one who
has the carry it.

♪ ♪

That is on you.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- How do I do that?

How do I carry it?

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

I still have no idea.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]