Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - No Regrets - full transcript

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- Wait until I tell Kev,
"The movie you've been

raving about is the worst movie
I've seen in my entire life."

I grinned and I beared it,
you know?

- Oh, well.

I hate to tell you this, like
it pains me to tell you this,

but you snore.

- See, I'm never watching
a movie on your couch again.

God forbid, I nod off.

- No, man. I think it's called
passing out

when you've had more than,
what?



Four Pilsners?

- All right, here we go.
- Okay.

Gimme.

- Okay, heads-up, everyone.

Source is coming your way.

Plates are confirmed.
Truck's double loaded.

- Copy that.
We're in position

Shutting down.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Good to see you boys.

- Yeah, glad we can make
this happen.

Y'all got what we ordered?

- [speaking Spanish]

- Yeah, three bricks.
It's perfect.



As long as the product
is right.

- [chuckles]
It's right.

- Okay, no offense,

but the last cat
who told us that it was right

sold us 50% sham,

and we don't need no heroin
that's already stepped on.

Is that pure?

- [scoffs]

[suspenseful music]

It's pure.
- Hmm.

- Hey!

Don't step any closer, homie.

I don't see no paper.

♪ ♪

I wanna make sure
you're for real.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

Chicago PD.

♪ ♪

- Hey,
don't even think about it!

Put your hands up.

- We got one going out
the back.

Green jacket, dark jeans.
He's taking off with the dope.

- We're on it.
[engine turns]

♪ ♪

- Chicago PD!

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[tires squeal]

♪ ♪

- Stop.

Get your hands up.
Get your hands up!

Drop the bag.

Put your arms through the gate.

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- 5021 Eddie, roll the Crime
Lab to Calumet Corridor.

We have a female DOA,
possible homicide.

Make all the appropriate
notifications,

and advise our supervisor
we are securing the scene.

- 10-4, 5021 Eddie.

♪ ♪

- All right, what do we got?

- No ID on the vic,
not in the system.

- There's a park
a few blocks east of here.

It's popular
with working girls.

They use this area as a place
to conduct their business.

- She wasn't here too long.

The M.E. framed
the time of death

within the last 12 hours.

No signs of fresh blood
on the scene.

- It's a dump site.
- Yeah.

And if she was a prostitute,

we're assuming the offender
probably killed her in the car

and brought her here.

- All right, scour the area
for PODs, security cameras.

Circulate her photo,
check all missings,

look for any witnesses,

and we start talking
to prostitutes.

- We're gonna take it?
Not Homicide?

- We found her.
Let's find her killer.

- Okay.

- Hey.

- Hey.
- What happened to you?

- Uh, snagged it on a gate
back there.

I'll live.
- I'm sure you will.

All the same, I want you
to head over to Med,

get it checked out,
document it.

These guys can handle
the canvassing.

- Okay, copy.

- You're all set.
- I am?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ugh.

Thank you.

Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- Doctor.

- Hmm.

Ah.

- Is something wrong?

- I ran a standard blood panel.

No infections,
nothing to worry about.

- Oh, okay.
I was, like, worried.

- But due to your elevated
levels of beta HCG,

you should be more careful
on the job.

- Elevated H-B-what?

- It means you're pregnant.

Probably around four weeks.

[suspenseful music]

- Are you sure?
- 100%.

Maybe don't
go squeezing through

any more fences for a while,

and congratulations.

♪ ♪

- Hey, how's it going?
Are you okay?

- Good as new.

- You're cool?
- Yeah.

- Where we at?

- So our Jane Doe

had a distinctive birthmark
on her thigh.

We ran that through
Missing Persons

and we got a hit.

Her name is Ally Larson.

- Ally ran away from home
eight years ago

when she was 16.

Since then, she's been a ghost.
No address, no workplace.

- All right, which might make
sense if she was a prostitute.

- Maybe.

She's got no arrest record,

and I just spoke to
some of the working girls.

None of them
recognize her photo.

- So maybe not.

- All right,
anything from the M. E.?

- No signs of sexual assault.

He said Ally was hit repeatedly
with a blunt object.

- Yeah, no surprise there.
Defensive wounds?

- No.

- Huh, so she didn't
see it coming.

- But there were signs
of scarring

around the wrists and ankles,

which apparently restraints
would have to be left on

for an extended period of time
to leave those marks.

- Hmm.

So maybe she was being held
against her will.

- Yeah, it's a possibility.

- Anything else?

- There was a strand of hair
lodged in her necklace.

Not hers--they're testing it
now for DNA.

- Okay, anything from PODs
or surveillance?

- Uh, waiting for digital files
on Townshend Auto Parts.

They had a cam set up
pretty close

to where we found
Ally's body.

- Okay, so let's keep digging.

See what we can find in Ally's
missing persons report.

Kim and Adam?

Make the notification
to the parents.

- We both dreaded this day.

I told myself
it would never happen.

- You pray every night
your baby will come home.

Will walk through that door
and not the police.

- We're so extremely sorry
for your loss.

We're here to try and find
the person responsible.

- [clears throat]

Our records indicate Ally
ran away eight years ago.

- She didn't run away.

- Okay.

- We had a fight
and she ran out.

It was just a fight.

We had lot of fights.
She always came back.

We looked for her afterwards,
couldn't find her.

Somebody took my daughter.

- Okay, do you have any idea
who that might be?

Like a boyfriend or someone--

- I've asked myself that
a thousand times,

but no.

She got along with everyone.

It had to have been a stranger.

About a year ago,

we were headed to the flower
show at Garfield Park.

And we drove past a playground,

and there she was, Ally.

[somber music]

It was seven years
since I saw her,

but it was my baby.

She was sitting next to a man,

and I begged Robert
to turn around.

- But I didn't.

I, uh...

I got upset instead.

I thought Anne was delusional.

That's why I didn't call
the cops.

- On the man,
what did he look like?

- I wish I could tell you.

I was fixated on my daughter.

It was December; he had
a hat on and was bundled up.

I was in shock.

♪ ♪

[sobs]

If only we'd turned around.

♪ ♪

- Hey, I just got surveillance
back from the auto parts shop.

So check it out.
- All right.

- We got a male in a red camo
jacket dragging Ally's body.

This is eight hours
before we found her.

So then the guy runs off,

and then headlights.

So I check traffic cams
leaving in and out of the area.

Two minutes later, same guy.

Street POD caught him
at Cicero and 6th.

Got a hit on facial rec.

Say hi to Ramiro Lopez.

He's a mid-level dealer
with the Insane Players,

runs a corner a few blocks from
where we found Ally's body.

He's out on parole for distro,
has one prior for domestic.

He's been staying with
his cousin in Archer Heights,

low-income apartments
on Pulaski.

- Let's get some cuffs
on this guy.

[suspenseful music]

Jay and I just pulled up.

You in place, Kev?

- Yup.

We got eyes on the front
and Lopez's car.

He should be in the house.

- All right, copy.

♪ ♪

- Wait, hold on.

♪ ♪

That's him.

- We got eyes on the offender
approaching the vehicle.

♪ ♪

Ramiro Lopez?

Chicago PD.

♪ ♪

- Hey!
- Damn!

[engine turns]

♪ ♪

- 5021 Frank, in pursuit
of a silver Cadillac,

Illinois plate
Tom Charlie Sam 232.

♪ ♪

[car horns honk]

♪ ♪

[tires squeal]

♪ ♪

Hey!

- Get off me, bitch!
- Shut up and stop moving!

- Call her a bitch again.

♪ ♪

Ramiro Lopez, you're
getting sloppy, ain't you?

We found a kilo of heroin
in your trunk.

- That ain't mine.
I'm out the game.

- Oh, that's why you ran, huh?

- Where were you last night?

- I was out.

- Out where?

- Hanging with some of my boys.

- Hmm, you know a woman
named Ally Larson?

- Never heard of her.
- No?

Maybe that'll
refresh your memory.

I'll give you a hint.
Ally's the dead one.

Ramiro...

You come clean to me right now,
I can help you.

- That ain't me.
- No?

- That's clearly you,

six blocks away from the body.

Ramiro, it's over.

- All right, for real.

Yeah, I'm back in business.

I was looking
for one of my crew

when I see that white dude
standing over the girl.

He sees me, he jumps in
his car, and he takes off.

- What did that white dude
look like?

- Uh, he was short.

Uh, brown hair, maybe.

- What kind of car
was he driving?

- Uh...

a--a blue SUV
with a big dent on the side.

It was a Nissan, I think.

- Then what happened?

- Listen, I don't know
if dude was raping

or robbing that lady.

I thought she was knocked
the hell out.

So I dragged her
into the light.

I wanted to help her.

But then I saw her head
smashed in like a baby seal,

and I got the hell up
out of there.

♪ ♪

- Hell of a story.

- So crazy,
I damn near believe it.

- Sarge, lab results came in.

DNA from the hair
in Ally's necklace

matched a name in the system.

- Lopez?

- No, Claire Meyers,
open cold case.

Abducted seven years ago
when she was 17,

but the lab confirmed
the DNA was fresh.

- So Claire might still
be alive?

- That hair didn't
just magically appear.

- Sarge.
- Huh?

- We know that Ally Larson had
restraint marks on her body.

Her parents are convinced
that she was abducted.

I mean, what if they're right?

What if both girls were taken
but by the same guy?

- You're thinking
Claire Meyers and Ally Larson

were being held together
this whole time?

- I do, and Claire
is out there somewhere.

♪ ♪

- Then we need to find her.

♪ ♪

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- This is Claire Meyers.

She was a good student,
aspiring musician,

only daughter of a single mom.

Abducted seven years ago
when she was only 17.

The offender broke
into her house,

dragged her out of bed.

There have been no arrests
and the case has gone cold.

- All right, Ramiro Lopez,

was he listed as a person
of interest in that file?

- Uh, he shouldn't be.

He was locked up
at Stateville for two years

on a possession charge.

- Platt talked to
the original detectives

who were on Claire's case.

- Yeah, they didn't
even have to open the file.

It's one of those cases
that stays with you.

They told us they pressed hard,
but leads went dead fast.

There wasn't a strand
of evidence,

and no visual
or digital trace of her

after that night.

- So she just disappeared.

- Which is why they assumed
whoever abducted Claire

killed her too.

The case shifted from
a locate to a recovery.

- All right,
appreciate it, Trudy.

- We've got
a person of interest here.

John Waddell,
he's Claire's piano teacher.

Claire told her mom
that he was stalking her

and tried to kiss her.

It was enough
for a restraining order.

Two weeks later,
she was abducted.

- Waddell didn't have an alibi,

but because they never
recovered a body,

then they didn't have anything
to connect him

to her disappearance.

- Looks like Waddell
stayed busy.

He got probation
on a Peeping Tom allegation,

and a woman just filed
an assault complaint.

Claims Waddell dropped a roofie
in her drink at a bar.

- Address?
- LKA is 1350 Waycrest.

- Wait,
that's by Garfield Park.

Same park that Ally's mother

swore that she saw
her daughter at.

- All right, Kim,
you and Adam go grab Waddell.

The rest of you, keep digging
into that cold case.

Go over every single piece
of evidence.

These two women who went
missing are connected.

I mean, one of them
may still be alive.

So we move heaven and earth.

- Sarge, we did
a little sneak-and-peek

on Waddell's apartment.

No sign of him or anybody else.

- Keep eyes on the apartment.
We need to find this guy.

- Copy that.

- [chuckles]
- What?

- My nephew just saw
"Back to the Future"

for the first time,

so he's been trying
to skateboard behind cars

all week long.

I love that kid.

My sister got a lot more than
she bargained for with him.

- I'm pregnant.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- What?

- Yeah, the, um,
the doctor,

she ran some tests

while I was getting
stitched up this morning.

So I am pregnant.

♪ ♪

- Is it--
- Yes.

- From the night after--
- Yeah, after that night.

- Okay.

You're sure that--
- I don't need this.

- Okay.
Sorry.

- I'm sure.

- [sighs]

Huh.

- Yeah.
- Okay, what do you wanna do?

- I don't know, Adam.
What do you wanna do?

- I don't know.

I'm kind of playing
catch-up over here.

Um...

I mean, do you want a kid?

I know when we were together,
you said you wanted kids.

- I do want kids.

Someday.

- Well...

Okay, well, listen.

You know, whatever you decide,

I'm gonna be there
and I'll support you.

- There he is.

♪ ♪

- [sighs, grunts]

[suspenseful music]

- John.
Hey, it's Waddell, right?

- Yeah.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Chicago PD.

- We're gonna need you
to come with us, pal.

- You guys don't ever quit,
do you?

- What an incredibly keen
observation, John.

- Let's go.

- Look...

I don't know what else
you people want.

You've already made my life
a living hell.

- Yeah, you know whose life
is a living hell?

It's Claire Meyers' mother.

She hired you as a piano
teacher for her daughter,

found out you were a predator,

and then her daughter
went missing forever.

- I have told you three times,

I had nothing to do with it.

Cops interrogated me.

- Yeah, they never proved
you were innocent.

They just couldn't prove
you were guilty.

- Just for the record,

Claire was the one who
initiated our relationship.

She came onto me.

- Do you recognize this girl?

- No.
- Take another look.

- I can look all day,
but I still don't know her.

- Where were you yesterday
at 9:00 p. m.?

- I was with my mother.
We went to Second City.

It's not as funny
as it used to be.

- According
to the restraining order,

you, uh, stalked Claire
all over the city

before she disappeared.

Maybe you saw her
with someone else,

someone who didn't belong.

- You mean the dude who
was at her soccer games.

- What dude?

- He used to watch
from the parking lot.

Always had a cigarette going,
never talked to anybody.

- Describe him.

- He was white,
older than me.

He had one of
those beat-up panel vans,

like for plumbers
or electricians.

- Why the hell didn't
you tell the cops

about this in the first place?

- I did, but they thought
I was making it up.

Those cops had a vendetta.

They wanted to punish me
because Claire and I

had genuine feelings
for each other.

Why is that so hard
for you people to understand?

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- Because she was a 17-year-old
girl, you stupid prick.

♪ ♪

[desk squeaks]

♪ ♪

- Mm-hmm.

- Sarge,
Waddell's alibi checks out.

He was at a damn comedy club
the night Ally was murdered.

- We got it.

Sarge, we reached out to
the Larson family

to see if they could recall
anybody that had done plumbing

or electrical work at their
house before Ally disappeared.

- Okay.

- They went through
their records.

JBS Electrical did some work
at their house

about a year before
Ally went missing.

- Uh-huh?

- JBS also installed
an air conditioning unit

at Claire Meyers' house
eight years ago.

- We got the nexus.

Look, if this guy
was stalking Claire

for over a year,

there's a good chance
he was stalking Ally too.

He might've even been there

the night she fought
with her parents.

She runs out, upset.

- It was the perfect time
to snatch her up.

- We got the employment records
for JBS?

- We do.

There were two technicians
on the payroll

at the time that
Ally goes missing.

- And one of them owns
a blue Nissan SUV.

- That is Ray Lambert.
He's 40 years old.

He was fired about a year
after Ally went missing.

- Any priors?
- He's squeaky clean

except for one big
social media red flag.

He identifies as an incel.

- What the hell is an incel?

- It's an involuntary celibate.

It's a black hole
on the internet.

It's like white guys
who can't get laid

and think that women
owe them sex.

- Male supremacists.

- Okay, we got an address
for this winner?

- Lambert owns a house
in Forest Park.

- Call CPIC,
get a round-robin.

Let's gear up.

- This is Detective Upton
of Intelligence.

I need real-time information
on a Ray Lambert.

40 years of age,
resides in Forest Park.

He's wanted for abduction
and murder.

- Take it off the hinges.

- Chicago PD!

♪ ♪

- Sarge?

♪ ♪

- Boss.

♪ ♪

[whistles]

♪ ♪

- Do you hear that?

Behind the wall.
It sounds like a motor.

♪ ♪

- Clear it.

♪ ♪

- [muffled whimpers]

[screaming]

- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.

- [whimpering]

- Claire?

Claire, can you look at me?

- [whimpering]

- I'm putting this gun down,
okay?

[dramatic music]

Okay?
- [whimpering]

- I'm Kim.

I know how scared you must be.

♪ ♪

I'd like to walk towards you.

If you feel frightened,
you just say "stop," okay?

Can you do that?

Okay.

Can you hand me that, Claire?

It's okay.

I'm just gonna put it
right there.

Does that sound good?

Okay.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

I'm gonna sit down now, okay?

♪ ♪

Now me and my friends,

we'd like to take you out
of this room.

Do you think you're ready
to do that?

- Where's Henry?

- Who's Henry, Claire?

- He's my son.
Is he with you?

- Your son.

No, he's not, Claire.

- No, wait.
Wait, he took my son.

- Who took your son, Claire?
- He took my son.

- Who took your son?
- Ray.

Ray, he took my son.

- I understand that.
We're gonna get him back.

It's okay.
Take a deep breath, Claire.

- He took my son.

- We're gonna find your son,
Claire.

I'm gonna find your son.

I'm gonna find your son.

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- Two rooms, one bathroom,
soundproof walls,

and no way out.

Lambert's a good electrician.

The whole place
is a well-ventilated

house of horrors.
- Three beds suggest

he was holding three victims--

Claire Meyers, Ally Larson,

and Claire's son, Henry.

- And that boy was living
down there too?

- You saw the stuffed animals
and the kid's toys.

- Sarge?
- Yeah.

- Just talked to a neighbor.
He's freaked out.

He thought Lambert
seemed like a stand-up guy.

- He ever see the boy?
- Yeah, all the time.

Lambert said the boy
was his nephew.

- All right, I want
an endangered child AMBER alert

on that boy
immediately... - Henry?

- And a BOLO out
on Lambert now.

- All right.
Yes, sir.

- I--I need to find my son.

I need to find him.
- I've got her...

- I need to find him.
- Claire, look at me.

You're safe now, okay?

Okay, I'm gonna ask you
a few questions.

- I need you to help me
find Henry.

- I will.
Tell me about your son.

How old is he?
- He's four.

- Okay, and you said
that Ray took him?

- Yes.
- When did he take him?

- Today, right before
you got here,

but Ray doesn't know
how to take care of him.

- Do you have any idea where
Ray might've taken your son?

- No.
But Ray is watching.

He's always watching.

- Claire,
he's not watching right now.

- I need to go find my son,
Henry!

I need to go find
my son, Henry!

Henry!
Henry!

I need to find him!

- Henry is four years old,

and Claire was abducted
seven years ago,

which means that monster
is the boy's father.

- All right,
you stay with Claire.

See what else
you can find out.

- Yeah.

- Sarge, we found
a livesteaming camera

mounted in the basement.

This thing can
be controlled remotely.

- So he liked to keep tabs
on his captives.

Also means there's a good
chance he's already onto us.

- Right.

- All right, get the OCD techs
down here right now.

Triangulate this guy.

Whatever it takes
to get him in pocket.

- Copy that.

- All right,
I got into Lambert's computer.

He made a Skype call
two hours before we got here

to this guy, Brad Snyder.

Now judging by the pictures
and the messages

and the Skype link,

they know each other
from the local 542.

And now, this photo...

Brad Snyder has definitely
been in here, boss.

He could be an accomplice.

- Let's go grab him.

♪ ♪

- Hey, little homie.

What's up, man?

We're the police.

Everything's okay.
Can you open the door?

Yeah, man.

[door clicks open]

What's up, little man?

Everything's okay.
Come here.

Sit down, little homie.

What's your name, bro?

- Kevin.

- Kevin.
That's my name too.

That's a real good name, Kevin.

Pound me on that.
Yeah, bro.

Where's your dad?

- I don't know.
I was sleeping.

[man groaning]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

- Brad Snyder.

- Yeah, my son.
Is my son okay?

- Yeah, he's okay.
He's downstairs.

What happened?

- Ray Lambert happened.

- Get up.
- Oh!

[groans]

- Sit your ass down.

- Okay, okay.
- Sit down!

Where's Ray Lambert?
- I don't know, sir.

- He did this to you?
- Yeah.

He--he called me,
said he wanted to come over.

I'd just put my son down
for a nap; I invited him.

- Look at me.

Was he with anyone?

- No.
- You know this kid?

- Yes, that's, uh,
Ray's nephew.

I--I met him a year ago.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

- It's not his nephew.

That's the child he fathered

from a woman he abducted
seven years ago.

We know you've been
to his house.

There isn't a chance in hell

you didn't know what
we was doing in there.

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

I swear!
- This kid's life is in danger.

- If you don't start talking,
Brad,

we're gonna charge you
with accessory.

- All I know is he came over
and he asked for money.

I refused.

Next thing I know,
he pulls out his Glock

and he beats me with it.
He took my ATM card.

He made me gave him
the pin number.

He said he was gonna kill
my son if I went to the police.

♪ ♪

- What was he driving?

- A--a black truck.

A--a--a Honda, I think.

It was like he was possessed.

- Call it in.

- [sighs]
- 5021 Henry...

- She'll be all right.
- Okay, thank you, Doctor.

- Yeah.

- Hi.

How are you feeling?

- I don't know.
I just wanna find my son.

- I know.
We're still looking for him.

You don't have any idea
where they might've gone?

- No, but you need
to find him soon.

Henry needs insulin.

- Henry's diabetic?
- Yeah.

And he needs an injection twice
a day or he goes into shock,

and Ray didn't take
his insulin and--

- Okay, that's very helpful.

- What's gonna happen to Ray?

I mean, he's not gonna
get Henry, right?

Henry stays with me.

- Ray is going to prison
for a very long time.

Okay?

- Would you?
- Yeah.

I have to ask you
what happened to Ally.

- Ray killed her.

- Why?

- Because she
was hurting Henry.

She just hated Ray so much.

- And Ray defended Henry
because Henry is Ray's son.

Yeah.

- Ray loves Henry.

He wants to keep him.

He'd say he'd kill him
before he let him go.

- Well, we're not gonna
let that happen.

We're gonna bring him back
to you safe, okay?

You don't have to worry.

- You don't have kids, do you?

- No, I don't.

- When you do, you'll know.

There's no such thing
as not worrying.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Sarge?
- What do you got?

- Followed up on what Burgess
got from Claire,

but no luck with
any of the pharmacies.

No incidents reported,
no Ray Lambert in any system.

- But we have confirmation
of Brad's story.

All right,
this was taken three hours ago

at an ATM on Belmont.

This is Ray Lambert
withdrawing 500 bucks

from Brad Snyder's account,

and that's the car
that Brad described.

We can't see inside, so we
don't know if Henry's in there.

- Plates came back as stolen.

Got an AMBER alert
across the state,

All Call messages being
broadcasted on all the zones,

and it's burned.

We got a lot of eyes on this.

Anyone who spots it

will contact Intelligence
immediately.

- All right, Adam,
pick up Kim at Med,

head over to that Belmont ATM.

See if any witnesses saw Henry
or heard anything.

- You got it.

- Hey.
- Hi.

How's Claire holding up?

- She's tough.

Doctors practically had
to restrain her

to keep her from looking
for Henry.

- How about you?
You doing all right?

You okay?

- I'm good, man,
but I wanna catch this animal.

- That's not really
what I was talking about.

- I made an appointment
for tomorrow morning.

- Okay.

All right, um...

Well--
- 5021 Ida, you on the air?

- Yeah, go for 5021 Ida.

- 935 Charlie has located
your targeted BOLO vehicle.

It just pulled into
Cook Brothers

on Belmont and Broadway.

They're sitting down the
street, but have eyes on it.

- All right,
we're five minutes out.

- We just got word on the zone.

Patrol has spotted our Honda.

[tires squeal]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- It doesn't look occupied.

- Sarge, we got eyes
on Ray's vehicle

on the Cook Brothers lot.

No sign of him or Henry.
I think maybe they're inside.

- Okay,
confirm the vehicle's empty.

I'm pulling into
the parking lot now.

- Copy you.
- Careful.

♪ ♪

The vehicle's empty.

- All right, head inside,
get eyes on him.

Be careful.

- Copy you.

♪ ♪

I'm still looking.
I don't have eyes.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]
Sorry.

- That's all right.

[ominous music]

- We've got the scumbag.

He just bought a toy train,
which means Henry's alive.

- All right,
so let's follow him.

Hopefully he'll lead us
to the kid.

♪ ♪

- Copy.

♪ ♪

- All right, Adam,
you and Kim take the point.

I'll contact Hailey and Jay.
They'll stay wide with me.

- Copy that.

- Hold on a second.
What is this?

Hold it.
Hold it.

Hey, hey!
Get rid of this guy.

- Officer, officer!
Hey!

Kill your lights.

Ruzek, Intelligence.
What's going on?

- This car is hot,
and there's a BOLO out on it.

- Yeah,
we're aware it's stolen.

We got it under control, okay?
We need you guys to move on.

- Okay, Lambert's heading out
the front door.

I'm going out the east door.

I can't risk him
spotting me again.

- No, we got this undercover
right now.

We need you to move on
down the road.

Get down!

- Kim, he's heading back
in the store!

- Everybody, down!
Everybody, down!

Chicago PD!

Get down!
Get down, move!

Come on!
Move, move, move!

- 5021 Adam,
shots fired at the police.

Belmont and Broadway.

[intense music]

- Lambert's fleeing towards
the rear!

♪ ♪

- [pants]

♪ ♪

- Talk to me, people.
Did you see him?

If you're too scared to talk,
just point.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Officer Ruzek.

I need you to stay calm,
stay low,

and get the hell out
of the store right now.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Move!

♪ ♪

Officer, go left.
Go left.

- Adam, watch yourself.

- Ladies, please,
out of the store.

Move, now.

Out of the store.
Out of the store.

[suspenseful music]

- I got him!

♪ ♪

[engine revs]

- Hey, hey!
He's in there!

He's in there!
- He's in the store!

- Try to relax...
- Hey!

Drop your weapon!

Ray!

Listen to me.

Ray, drop the gun.

- Drop your gun now!
- Officer, stand down.

Listen to my voice, Ray.

Just turn around, okay?

Ray, come on.

Turn around,
drop that weapon, all right?

- Hands in the air...
- Officer, I gave you an order!

Stand down!

Ray, listen to me.
This is about Henry.

This isn't about you or me.
Think about Henry.

Just turn around slow.
Drop that weapon.

♪ ♪

- Sir,
put your weapon down now.

- [yells]
- No, no, no, no, no!

- [grunts, pants]
- Ray, where is he?

Where's Henry?

Where is he?
Tell me where he is, okay?

Don't let him die.
Don't let Henry die.

Tell me where he is.

You've got to tell me
where Henry is.

Please don't let him die!

Where is Henry?
Tell me where Henry is!

Come on!

♪ ♪

- Kim...

♪ ♪

- Okay, we got anything useful?

- There's nothing
in the wallet

and the phone
is password protected,

so it's gonna take
the techs time to crack it.

- Found an insulin pen
in his pocket

from the pharmacy inside.

Sarge, Henry hasn't
had insulin in hours.

If we don't find that kid soon,
he's going into shock.

- All right, let's get
some extra pens on hand

just to be safe.

- Sarge, you got your ears on?

- Yeah, I'm here.
Go ahead, Hailey.

- Just went through Ray's car.

There's propane tanks,
canned goods, and a lantern.

- 10-4.

Camping gear.
It makes sense.

You lay low for a few weeks
until the heat dies off,

then head out of town.

- Not a lot of traffic around
camping sites

this time of year.

He could've stashed the kid
there this morning,

planned to go back later.

- Platt said patrol found his
blue Nissan out on Route 57.

- Okay, we know that Ray
left his house this morning

in that SUV.

By the time he gets
to Brad Snyder's place

an hour later, he has a new car
and he has no kid.

- He couldn't have
ditched them both

unless he ditched them
in the same place.

- All right, get patrol,
get some bodies.

Let's start looking
at camp sites in the area.

Let's move.

♪ ♪

- Henry!
[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- No, I haven't.
- No.

- Anything?
- Henry!

Henry, Henry, where are you?
- Sorry.

- I got nothing over here.

Henry!
- Hey, Adam, no luck.

- Thanks for the update.

All right, that was Hailey.

We checked five camp grounds
so far.

No sign of Henry.

- So maybe we got the winner.
Hey.

You the manager?
- Yeah.

- Thanks for meeting with us.
- Whatever I can do to help.

- You recognize this guy?

- Yeah, I saw him earlier.

He was lugging a travel
trailer, real piece of crap.

Quiet guy.
Paid in cash.

- Great, great.
Where is the camper parked?

- Site 49, near the pond.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Henry!

It's locked!
Adam, it's locked!

Henry, can you hear me?
Can you come to the window?

Henry, can you hear us?
Can you open it from inside?

Henry!

- All right,
let me get the pry bar.

- Yeah.
[pants]

♪ ♪

Come on!

♪ ♪

Call an ambo!

Henry, listen to me.
I'm a police officer, okay?

I'm going to help you.

Henry, can you hear my voice?

I need you to stay with me,
all right?

I'm here to help you.

I'm gonna give you
some medicine, buddy.

[pants]

Stay with me, please.
Please, please, Henry.

Henry, please!
Stay with me!

Talk to me, Henry.
Talk to me.

- Mommy.
I want my mommy.

- Oh, good.
Okay.

We're gonna find your mommy,
all right?

Just hold out.

- He's stabilizing.

- Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on.

Hold on.
Hang on, buddy, hang on.

♪ ♪

[cartoon music]

- Where is she?
- She'll be here soon, buddy.

I promise.

- Henry?

[both laugh]

Hi!

Hi, buddy!
I missed you!

- I was in the forest.

- You were?

Thank you.

Thank you for finding him.

- Yeah.
I'm glad he's okay.

Claire...

Um...

good luck.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- I'll be okay.

I have Henry.

♪ ♪

He's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

♪ ♪

That must sound crazy, right?

- No, no.
It's--

- I didn't want to be there,
obviously.

♪ ♪

I hate him for what he did.

I'm glad he's dead.

♪ ♪

[sobs]
But...

I wouldn't trade Henry
for the world.

♪ ♪

- Kim, you in here?
- Yeah.

- Oh, that was a tough day,
you know?

- Yeah, it's a bit
of a tough day.

- I don't want you to be alone
in all of this.

I think you should let me drive
you to the appointment.

- Yeah, that's not necessary.

- I know that you're a strong
independent woman and all that,

but I care about you,
and I want to be there for you.

- Having this baby
would be so hard, Adam.

- I'm not trying
to influence you either way.

- Yeah, let me finish then.

Maybe it's selfish of me,

with this job

and being single,

but...

I don't want to miss
the opportunity to be a mom.

And I don't want to make
a decision I might regret.

- Okay, what does that mean?

[somber music]

- I don't know what it means...

Other than I...

I cancelled
the appointment.

♪ ♪

- Okay.
All right.

♪ ♪

[exhales slowly]

♪ ♪

It'll be okay.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]