The Chicago Code (2011): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Gold Coin Kid - full transcript

Superintendent. Detective.
You're up early.

No, actually, I'm up late.

See, I spent half the night

trying to figure out how
my niece and her partner

made a shots-fired call

and received
absolutely no backup.

What happened?
This radio is what happened.

See, Vonda made the call,

but the battery was dead;

Like most of them are,
half of the time

in this city.
Isn't that right?



Can I meet all of you upstairs?

I thought you were going
to get them replaced.

The mayor's office is holding
up the request. Oh. Okay.

Then I'm going to march
right up to city hall;

I'm going to find
our fearless leader.

I'm going to shove this...

Right where the sun don't shine.
Just giving you a heads up,

so you know how to play it to
the media when the story breaks

that "cop puts mayor
in intensive care

with broken police radio."

Jarek, stop. What's that?
I can't hear you.

The battery's broken.
Okay, give me the radio.

Now, this piece of garbage

almost got my niece killed.



Look, if shots had been fired

on an officer last night,

I would have heard about it.

So maybe you're just putting

a little bit of extra mustard

on this particular hot dog.

Okay, so she wasn't shot up.

But what if she was, huh?
What about next time?

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

As effective as hospitalizing
the mayor sounds

as a negotiating tactic,

why don't you just
give me one last shot

at getting this done.

All right. I'm serious about this, though.
I know you are.

So let me just try
to do it my way.

Do you have something that
you can be doing right now?

Some real police work, maybe?

Uh, there's a little something "Boy
Wonder" and I are cooking up, yeah.

All right. Well, why don't you get
back in the kitchen? Leave this to me.

In Chicago, it's always
been a game of cat and mouse

between copper and criminal.

At the 1893 world's fair,

inspector John bonfield
handpicked 300 men

from around the world,
to blend in with the tourists

and keep
the city's visitors safe.

They made 845 arrests.

Returned 861 items
to their rightful owners.

And kept the world's first
Ferris wheel

safe from hoodlums.

Today, the machines
may have changed,

but the game's the same.

Fool the bad guys.

La-la-la-la-la!
Hold up! Hold up, homey!

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey!

What the hell you all doing with my car, man?!
Please back up, man!

We're repossessing it. Yeah. Repossessing it?!
I paid cash for this car, hombre.

Whoa, slow down. So you're Raymond MacDonald?
No, I ain't ray, man!

Ray my little brother, man. I'm Marcus.
But this ain't his car, man.

Well, what about... You got everything messed up.
Hey, put my car down, man.

Can I talk to your brother?
Maybe we can figure this out.

No. He in
the shower, homey. Hey!

- Put my car down, man! - How about your
other brother, Tyrone? Is he in there, too?

Yeah, Tyrone's on the couch, man...

How you know about Ty, man? Damn!
City pays us to know. Turn around.

Come on, show me your ass.

Do the dance big boy. Oh, yeah.

Damn. All right, come on!
Hit the back!

We're looking
for his two brothers.

He says they're inside.

Get down on the ground!

One of them's running.

Oh...!

See some license
and registration, Tyrone.

How long have we
known each other, Dennis?

Long enough for me to know

that the famous
Teresa Colvin charm

is about to be unleashed.

Have you ever been down

to the wild hundreds after dark?

I try not to make it a habit.

Well, let's just say,

you're a beat copper

and you're working a 10-99,

because budget cuts means
that we can't afford

to have two officers in a car.
Uh-huh.

And it's 3:00, 3:30
in the morning...

And as you're riding solo,
you hear shots fired.

And, lo and behold, there's
a suspect fleeing the scene.

Uh, Teresa, I...
So, you chase him.

Because for $45,000 a year,

plus overtime,
every civilian in this city

expects you to chase him.

And you know that
he's got a gun.

And no one knows where you are.

Or that you're even in danger.

Now...

call for backup,

so you can make sure
you... get home

to your kids alive.

It's dead.
That's right.

Because you work
a nine-hour shift,

and a lot of these batteries
only last for six.

So you just got
your head shot off,

because your department
and your mayor

won't give you radios that work.

Mayor McGuiness has
a number of obligations

when it comes to stimulus money.

You know, perhaps
you should run a proposal

past alderman Gibbons,
and see if he'll submit

an appropriations request
on your behalf.

Alderman Gibbons did not promise
me radios, Dennis.

You and the mayor did.

And at the time, we meant it.
Was that before or after

streets and sanitations hired
the mayor's new brother-in-law

and stole my radio money
to buy new snow plows?

It snows in Chicago.

People need to drive to work.

Well, the mayor's latest
favor swap

is gonna get cops killed.

How's that story going to play?

Now, don't go making threats
against the mayor.

He's the one who put you
in this job.

You don't bite the hand...
That is

slapping me in the face.

I'm sorry.

Superintendent Colvin.

It's important.

Hey!

What the hell is this, wysocki?

I spent six months
working on these guys.

Well that's just it, moose.

Streets couldn't wait another six,
for you to trip over an arrest.

Sorry, man.

Better luck next time.

Oh, you too, huh?

You're a weed dealer, Marcus.

You never been caught
with the hard stuff.

All of a sudden,
you're cooking up crack,

and I'm busting
down your door, and...

Repo-ing your car, and...

I don't get it, man.

Why the menu change?

Times is hard, man.

I mean, weed is a'ight,

but rock's... that's
where the money at.

Customer knows best.
All right, well, put this in your pipe.

I'm going to let you and
your brothers go scot-free if...

You give me your coke supplier.

Come on, man.

What are you doing?
I'm working here.

Superintendent wants you both

over at midwestern med, asap.

Don't worry, wysocki.

Happy to jump on
this one for you.

Marcus...

Yeah, so... so what
do you need me for?

She just wants
whoever sold the smack

that put her son in a coma,
caught and punished.

You know what?
The cafeteria. Second floor.

They got a lemon meringue pie
that'll blow your mind.

We're about to go in.

No, I'm about to go in.
And when I get out,

I'm gonna be in the mood for a
tangy and refreshing dessert.

You know, I'm about to jump
over a big coke supplier,

and you drag me away
to hold the hand

of some rich lady,
because her kid fried his brain

with a wad of smack?

Amanda Langley is
a major philanthropist.

Her husband owns half the city.

It doesn't buy any rhythm
from where I stand.

Which is why you
topped out at detective

and I'm superintendent.

Look, neither one of us
likes this.

I just learned to smile
and say "thank you."

Now, this woman
has friends in high places.

She wants my best man,
so I called him.

This isn't even a case.

Just find the kid's dealer,

and you'll be back
on your coke bust by lunch.

Oh, forget about lunch.
I'll have this nailed down by noon.

Time's a-wastin'.

♪ Who's gonna hear your cry? ♪

♪ when there's more of them
than there are of you ♪

♪ who's gonna hear your cry? ♪

♪ when the hard winds come
and it takes your eath? ♪

♪ who's gonna hear your voice ♪

♪ when violent men
want to cut you down ♪

♪ and the sun is gone in the
dead of night in this town ♪

♪ who's gonna hear your cry? ♪

- Teresa. Finally.
- Amanda. Ted.

I am so sorry this happened.

If you'd asked me a year ago,

I'd've said it was
just a matter of time.

But to know he was
trying to get clean...

How hard he was trying...

This is detective wysocki.

He'll be working your son's case.
Ma'am.

So you are aware your son
has a drug problem?

I knew he had a problem.

In the past.

But he was getting better.

Was he in rehab, or any
kind of program? No.

But his girlfriend was
helping him stay clean. Hmm.

What's her name?

Emily.
Beautiful girl.

I don't think she knows yet.

Does Emily have a last name?

Harris. I think.

Is that right, dear?
Emily Harris?

I don't know.

I-I never met her.

I know...

Teddy thought the world of her.

I realize you have more
important things to do. Amanda,

this is my top priority.

He's my son.

They say he may never wake up.

Please.
Just find the animals

that sold him the drugs.

That did this to him.

Is there anything else

you could tell us?

When we went by his place,
his car wasn't there.

Maybe you'll find
that dealer driving it.

Okay. Thank you.
You've been a great help.

I'll keep you apprised
of everything we learn.

So, what, did you go to the academy
straight out of high school?

Nope.

Trade school?

College.
Good for you.

Where?

Northwestern.

That's a quality school.

Yep.

All right, so let me
get this straight.

You went to Northwestern first,

and then you went to the academy?
Yes.

That's what I did.

Sorry, did I do something?

No, dude.

I'm just trying
to get to know my partner.

Hey, sweetie.

Hey, baby.

Look, I'm working
on something right now.

I know. But my sister

just changed her wedding
to August 20,

because that was the only day

they could get the hall.
Okay.

And I don't want to have ours
too close to hers.

So if you don't want to do June,

we're looking at late September,

early October, now.

Look, baby,
can we talk about this

when I'm not on the clock?
Okay.

But we need to figure
all this stuff out soon.

We will. We will. I promise.
Tonight, we'll talk.

Okay, baby. I love you.

Love you too.

Fall's a beautiful time
to get married.

How old's your fiancée again?

Twenty-seven.
Right.

She sounds nice.

Elena, right? Elena.
Yeah.

So,

where'd you meet her, again?

Look. You're going to miss
your turn-off, right here.

Emily Harris?
No.

I'm Taylor.

Emily's my roommate.

Is she around?

No. She didn't come
home last night.

Is that why you guys are here?

We come in?

Sure.

Were Theodore
and Emily together

when you saw them last night?

We were at demimonde.

You know,
that club on dearborn?

And Teddy showed up
at our table.

He was really angry
about something

and he took off.
She ran after him,

and that's the last time
I saw either of them.

Did you hear what
they were fighting about?

No.
Any idea where

Teddy liked to buy his heroin
when he was using?

Yeah.

A guy named Mason.

Real tool.

Excellent. Know where
we can find this guy?

Yeah, I have an address.
Hang on a sec.

Out of your league,
Northwestern.

She's Harvard material.

Two girls their age,
living in a place like this.

What'd she say?
They were students?

Oh, yeah. She's
got a masters

in spending her daddy's money,

same as the rest
of these jagholes.

Oh, but you wouldn't know
anything about that,

college boy, would you?

Don't tell Mason
I sent you, okay?

Oh, Mason goldberg?

Have a word?
What for?

Well, for starters,
you're under arrest

for selling a little bit too
much heroin

to your good friend
Theodore Langley III.

If you've got a warrant,
show it to my lawyer.

No. I do not

need a warrant to throw
the bracelets on you.

Huh? What do you know?
Three minutes to noon.

You get this.

Wysocki.

Hey. Officer townsley,

eighteenth district.

What was that plate you guys
were looking for, again?

I need a new partner.

No.

What do you...
What do you mean, "no"?

Okay. Why?

Why? Because
look at him.

I mean, not only
is he a cubs fan.

He's also a college boy.

You said he was impressive.
You said he had skills.

That was before I found out
he's applied to the FBI.

And he's still waiting to hear
back from those desk jockeys.

Did you... did you know
anything about that?

So?
So?

So you don't give up
being real Chicago police

to be some Washington accountant
afraid to kick in a door.

You know, anyone who rides with
me needs to understand that.

And anyone who works
for me needs to understand

that personnel files
are private.

So whatever you did to access
his classified information,

you just pretend you didn't.

Ambition's not a crime, jarek.

Fine.

Promote him
somewhere else then.

It calms me,
knowing he's with you.

Give it a month.

Teddy's girlfriend?

Emily Harris.

Well, what do you know?

Looks like we got
a case, after all.

Looks like we got little k
working the package

on the 1800 block.

Cc Wells's crew on the 1500.

So far, Marcus, you're
batting a thousand.

Personal space, Marcus.

Screw your personal space.
I ain't getting seen.

Popo.

Pop coming through.
The gangs fly a family out

from L.A. or Phoenix,

have 'em rent a place
to put down roots.

Couple months later, mom
and the kids go back home.

The landlord's stuck with
a house full of criminals

he's afraid to try and evict,

and the gang's got a base
to move product in the city

for a few months

until they pack up and
do it all over again.

Does that sound
about right, Marcus?

Yeah. Sounds about right.

So we drop in tonight,

it'll be like a...
Like a housewarming party.

What do you think, Marcus?
Should we bring a casserole,

or just the battering ram?

Just get me the hell
out of this hood.

Don't worry.
We'll have you hidden away

when we raid your supplier.

So what do you say?

My task force beat the
crap out of street patrol?

Oh, hell, yes.

Hell, yeah.

I believe it's on page 20.

You'll see it
at the top of the...

What do you think
of the jacket?

It's new.

It looks nice.
Looks good?

Why? 'Cause I'm going
nightclubbing later on.

Down to the latest hot spot...
demimonde.

Yeah.
Heard it was the last place

your boy Teddy was seen alive.

According to his friends,

he's been going there
a lot lately.

So j. Edgar hoover and myself

are getting dressed up,
hit the floor,

bust a couple of moves.

Okay. Yeah.

Anything else
on your social calendar

that I should be aware of?

I'm in the middle
of something here, jarek.

Just giving you a heads up.
You put me on this case

as a favor
to some influential friends,

so now we got a dead girl,

and it looks like the son might
be the one that did it.

So I'm gonna go after this;

I'm going to make sure
justice gets done.

I'm not gonna be part
of some whitewash

to protect some
rich kid's memory.

Do you really think that I
would be part of a cover-up?

No. But I know the way political
pressure works in Chicago.

You just find the truth,
and I will back you up.

Good.
Good.

I'll let you know what my
wrecking ball knocks down.

Hey. Don't sound
so gleeful about it.

Wait till you see what
I've got lined up for the mayor.

That's not necessary. I'm
making progress on the radios.

We shall see.

So, uh, typical night out
for you, big ten?

Not exactly.

You see that?

All you got to do is point.

Tables out in front,

I'm guessing a private room
or two out the back.

Everything money can buy.

You know what this
place is, don't you?

It's a whorehouse.

You got the madam up at top.

Ten years on every girl
in the place,

and the aftermarket
parts to prove it.

Oh, there we go.

The future Mrs. Caleb evers
is a working girl.

Come on.

See what he knows.

I'd buy you a drink, but I'm
not sure I can afford it.

If you're not sure, you can't.

What if I wanted to buy
more than drink?

How much would that run me?

This isn't a massage parlor.

Detective.

No, it's a high-end cathouse.

And I'm trying to figure out
why a girl like you

would choose to be a hooker.

I'm not a hooker.

If a man wants
to spend time with me,

he can show me
his appreciation.

But it's not like I'm giving him
a bill at the end of the night

and saying "pay up."

Oh, so you sleep with men
for rent money

instead of straight up cash.

I'm sorry. I don't...
I don't really see a difference.

What's for sale here isn't sex.

It's an experience.

See that?

That is $2,400 worth of vodka.

Watch.

Oh.

She's got a black card.

Lucky girl.

She'll make a lot
of money tonight.

Look, I'm young,
I'm having fun.

And maybe someday I'll meet
the black card of my dreams.

Was that what Teddy
was to Emily?

A credit card?

At first.

But they fell in love.

People fall in love, you know.

Sometimes the experience works.

So he'd never beat her to death

and throw her into the river
like a piece of garbage?

What?
You know,

'cause that's where
we found your friend Emily.

In the river, beaten
to death, in Teddy's car.

You saw them
leave this place together,

and then he went and killed her.

No.

No. Teddy loves Emily.

He'd never hurt her.

Well, someone treated her
to that "experience."

So, you want to help us
figure out who it was

or wait to see if they come
knocking on your door next?

Come over here, Emily.

We all make them.

You seen these before?

No. I just knew
about them.

It's not like we put them
on the Internet, or anything.

They're just...
Insurance.

How many of these did Emily make?
I don't know.

She only made them when she
started seeing someone important.

She talked about deleting them when
her and Teddy got serious, but...

"T.L." Teddy Langley maybe?

Come here, baby.

I can hardly wait.

You look amazing.

That's not coma-boy.

Father knows best.

I was thinking more
all in the family.

Okay, so team goes
in, raids a basement.

Landlord's right... grow lights,
hydro, the whole deal.

But no weed.

You know why?
No. Why?

'Cause they're growing
tomatoes down there.

Get out of here.
Hundreds of 'em.

Turns out grandma's got to have some special
kind of tomato you can't get outside of Italy

and it's winter, so...
Oh, no.

We're standing there
all suited up

ready to bust heads...
You should have just told her you were there

for the spaghetti.
Hold up.

There's our guy.

Piece of crap.

Let's do this.

Ready?
Let's go.

You know, when you told me
you'd never met Emily before,

was that with clothes on?

'Cause I just
watched a videotape

of you introducing yourself

to her in the sack.

I'm here with my family
praying for a miracle.

Have you no decency?
Well, I have the decency

not to be having this conversation
in front of your wife.

I was with Emily a few times.
Okay.

My son met her months
after it was over.

He didn't know.

He wanted to marry her.

Oh, I can't imagine
that's a wedding

you'd want on Chicago's
social calendar, is it?

No. I went to Emily...

I offered her $100,000
just to go away.

No dice?
She claimed she loved him.

She was probably holding
out for a higher price.

So then you went to your son.

I told him there are women

you enjoy, and there are women
you bring into our family.

He didn't like hearing that.
I think you told him

a lot more than that.

I think you told him exactly
what type of girl Emily was,

and exactly what
she was for you,

positions and all.

Man, you got
to give me something.

I thought he could handle it.

I thought he had gotten over his
demons, that he had moved on.

You know, you raise a son...
you try to do your best.

But Teddy was never
who I expected him to be.

But he is not a killer.
Well, he was going to marry a pro.

Well, I went to the club.

I told Julie the situation
was unacceptable.

Julie's the madam?

She is the hostess.

I thought she would guide
him to someone else.

Show him these girls
are a dime a dozen.

Or talk to Emily...
make her see reason.

So, uh, she was
supposed to fix it?

Yeah.

Well, looks like she did.

Chicago's always been
a city of big appetites.

And while money was
first and foremost

on the minds of
the men who made it,

what they chose to
spend it on was sex.

At the turn of
the 20th century,

brothels in the levee district
kept respectable women safe

from their husbands'
sinful instincts

and made millions for the
madams who ran the scene.

And like the product,
the economics haven't changed:

Minna everleigh, the most
famous madam the city ever saw,

once advised her girls

that it was better to have
one $50 client

than to have ten $5 ones.

Less wear and tear
on the merchandise.

We don't open
till 8:00.

What if we want
a gold-digger before then?

Her name's Emily.

You know her?

Should I?

She made a living off of

sleeping with men
she met at this club.

And we just found her murdered.

Mmm.

I run a nightclub.

I can't watch over every girl
that comes in here,

and I certainly can't control
who they sleep with

when they leave.

And you don't strike me
as a prude, detective.

Oh, I'm not a prude.

But I am an equal
opportunity s.O.B.

See, we've been cracking down on
streetwalkers all over the city,

and the way I see it, a
whorehouse is a whorehouse,

whether it serves
cristal or old style.

And if I think a hooker's
been killed by a pimp,

I'm going to tear it open,

no matter what name she
chooses to call herself

or how rich her Johns might be.

We sell drinks
and a dance floor.

I pay my taxes,
everything is up to code.

So what are you thinking of
charging me with, detective?

Felony matchmaking?

Come on.

Come back whenever you want.

I'll waive the cover.

I'll even give you a plus one.

Ah.

All right, this guy's
good to go.

All right, let's go.

Hey, hey.
Yo.

Yes, yes.
Seems like yesterday

we were doing crowd control
on busts like this.

Well, that's 'cause
it was yesterday.

Ah, man. Ernie,
the team, the bust...

This is the best first day
I've ever had. Mm-hmm.

So where we going out?

Out?

Come on, wysocki,
we got to celebrate.

You got anything
better to do tonight?

Oh, all right, then.
Come on!

You and me, I'm buying,
wherever you want to go.

All right.

Um...
Dusty's?

Damn. Dusty's?
You're buying.

Okay. Yeah, dusty's it is.

Cool.

Guys. Come on, let's
get'em in, get'em processed.

All right.

What's all this?

I can't afford rent
without Emily.

Besides, I don't really
feel safe here alone.

Where you gonna go?

Home. Colorado.

Home is good.

I was hoping you could help us
out first. Maybe, uh...

Tell us a little bit more about
how things work at the club.

If you know some other girls
that ran into trouble?

You know, it's a shame we
didn't meet ten years from now.

Yeah.
Then you two could've

gotten married and lived off your
first husband's money. Okay.

I'm just having...

I don't want to
end up like Emily.

You're not going to
end up like Emily. Okay?

I can protect you.
We'll keep you safe.

If you help us,
you're helping her.

Can I think about it?

Okay.

She's terrified.

She's afraid that that madam's
going to send someone after her.

Yep. Can you blame her?

Wysocki.

It's me.

Ah, you're on speaker, din.
Hi, Caleb.

Hey, Dina.

So, listen, that conference
we had tonight

at j.J.'S school,
I gotta move it.

Uh, when to?

I was thinking tomorrow, 8:00?

Okay, sounds great,
sounds great.

I-I gotta run, din.

All right. I'll see you
tomorrow, then.

See you tomorrow.

You see each other a lot
for divorced people.

Yeah, we got a son.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, so, I
remember I was down in

my boy's girl's place,
all right?

And she has one of those, uh,
what do you call it?

A... cockadoodle...

Cocka...
A cockapoo?

Okay.

A cockapoo.

Anyway, she had one of those.

And it was this
little yappy-ass dog.

And she used to dress it up.

You know, thematically?
For, like, holidays?

And this is my boy's
crazy ex-girlfriend,

not the other one.
Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Hey!

What the hell you
doing back there?

Nothing, man.

Gun!

Get the hell out!

Get out of the car!

On the ground!
Get on the ground!

You okay? You shot?

No, no no no. You?
I don't know.

Down, man!

How does he have a gun?

And in closing, I'd like
to thank the mayor's office

for continuing to support
the caps program.

We sure couldn't
do it without you.

Thank you.

Call off your lapdog.

Which lapdog would that be?

Your detective friend,
sniffing around in bad places.

That's the job
description, Dennis.

Does the job include making
the mayor's top donors nervous?

Because if it does,
he deserves a promotion.

And so will you.

Election coming up,

big donors are worth a lot.

Yeah.

My only question is:

Do you think they're worth
more than my radios?

Evers! Got a visitor.

I, uh, I thought you'd
be in Aspen by now.

You asked me to think about it.

So I thought about it,
and I want to talk.

Great.
That's great.

Let me just get my partner.

Don't worry.
We're going to make sure

nothing like this happens again.
I know.

Uh, can I get you a drink or
something before we get started?

You want a coffee, a pop?

No, thanks. I just want
to get this over with.

Okay.

All right, we can do that.

Uh...

Okay, Taylor, what
do you got for us?

Um, my roommate, Emily,

was involved in a mentally and
physically abusive relationship

with her boyfriend.

You said earlier that
he'd never hurt her.

On numerous occasions, including
the night of her death,

I witnessed Teddy
threaten to kill Emily.

And then he did.

You know where
I was 20 minutes ago?

Having dinner. With my wife.

Who after 28 years of marriage
I actually still love,

and hate to disappoint.

So imagine my chagrin when
I get my ass hauled out here

because some genius forgot
to pat down an armed suspect

and almost had his
fellow officers killed.

God help each and
every one of you

if someone had
actually been shot.

I want a head and
I want it now.

I understand,

and I take full
responsibility...

I failed to frisk
the suspect properly.

And who the hell are you?

Officer Vonda wysocki, sir.

Wysocki.

Like in jarek wysocki?

He's my Uncle, sir.

Clean up your team, moosekian.

No one wants me
down here again.

You know, Taylor,
previously you told us

you didn't know what the
argument between Teddy and Emily

was about, because you
couldn't hear it, so...

I don't get it.
The truth is,

I saw them fighting
and I followed them.

I heard him threaten her.
I heard the whole thing.

Wysocki. Yeah.

This just came for you.
From traffic.

Oh, thanks.

I appreciate it, Lenny.

So, you believe

Teddy killed Emily.

Yes. Because there was a history

of him abusing her.
Yes.

Guess you got
your black card, huh?

Is it Teddy's father?

He'd rather have his

brain-dead kid take
a hit for murder

than risk ruining his
precious reputation?

Or his favorite whorehouse.

No. Oh, so it's the madam.
She pays you

to change your story,
and then just charges it off

as a business expense.

It wasn't easy
for me to come here.

As easy as lying on your back
for some downtown fat cat?

I'd like to leave now.
I'll show you out.

Sure you got a limo
waiting for you outside.

I, I got it.

Thanks for coming in.

If there's anything else,
we'll give you a call.

All right. Thank you.
All right?

Thank you, Lenny.
Appreciate it.

Sure thing.

Heard what happened today.

Thought you might.
Look...

No, listen to me.
Whatever you think about me,

I taught Vonda better
than that, okay?

I'll get inside her head

as long as it takes,
as much as it takes.

You won't have a problem again.

She's a rookie, wysocki.

We all made mistakes.

Let's go.

Where?

Principal's office.

Thmayor's chief of staff
has some concerns about

the allocation of our resources.

Regarding?

Regarding your witch-hunt

into legal businesses
in the gold coast.

Judge parkerson tells us

you approached him to
sign a search warrant

for a nightclub down on dearborn.
I did. And the man refused,

but he's always been a coward,

so I'm going to move on
to the next judge.

Lou parkerson is
a friend of mine.

And he refused because

this city has worked
long and hard

to make Chicago
an international destination.

And the gold coast
entertainment district

is a jewel in our crown.

We got vice teams

rounding up $20 cluckers
every night of the week,

and you want us to turn a blind
eye to a straight-up whorehouse

because it services the city's
most powerful citizens?

Do you have hard proof
of criminal activity,

or is this just
a fishing expedition?

Right. You're not to go anywhere
near that nightclub again,

do you hear me?
Either of you.

You understand?

Yes.
No.

Tell me you understand.

I understand.

Yes, ma'am, I understand.

Good. Thank you, detectives.

Drive home safely.

The mayor appreciates
your help on this.

And he asked me to tell you

he reviewed the budget
numbers personally.

Looks like there
are funds available

for your radios after all.

Great.

I will get them out
on the street tonight.

Thank you, Dennis.

We're not going home, are we?

Not back to the club, are you?

Seriously? After that?

We're off the clock.

You want to save your résumé

for some D.C.
Bean counter, we can split up.

You looked in my file.

You knew I went
to Northwestern.

You knew I applied to the FBI.

And you've just been messing
with me ever since.

A man's got to know who
he's saddled up with.

No, no, no, no, you just like

to find a reason
not to trust anyone.

Kid, I told you to save
yourself, okay? Leave.

You want to dump me,

it's because of who you are,

not because of who I am.

You gonna tell me
where we're going?

We're gonna find a judge
with some backbone.

You sure you want to do this?

Absolutely.

Thank you so much, judge.

My pleasure.

Appellate court
elections are next month.

You ever
planning on retiring?

They're gonna have to drag
my corpse out of that courtroom

with the gavel
still clutched in my hand.

Good for you, sir.

Good for you.

I appreciate it.

If you run across Tommy
O'Reilly in that club...

I'll be sure to drag him
right out the front door, sir.

Must be some kind of
Irish wake for his son.

All right, Teddy, come on.

Night's over, man.
Come on. Get up.

Get the hell off me!
He's all yours, Dave.

What are we charging him with?

Doesn't matter.
It's not gonna stick.

Just make sure you call his wife

to bail him out; Midwestern
med icu, room 1470.

Nighty-night, Teddy.

Uh, what am I looking for?

I don't know.

But if all the girls
keep insurance,

imagine what
the top dog has got.

What the hell are
you doing in here?

We're shutting down a brothel.

Excuse me, detective...
everything we do is legal.

Yeah? Well, I've got you
on five counts

of serving underage down there.

That's enough for tonight.
You come back tomorrow,

I'll start looking
into the coke dealer

working the dance for,
your hiring practices...

Got it.
Is it good?

Oh, yeah.

All right.
What do you want?

What do you want
to make this stop?

I want to put you out
of business.

You ever try to keep rich men
and pretty women apart?

Doesn't work for long.

Works for tonight.

Tomorrow, you gonna open shop

in Miami or Vegas?
Fine.

But Chicago is closed.

According to one list,

the state of Illinois has
produced five

of the 20 most powerful women
on earth.

What is it about this place
that gives us the power

and the poise
to take the reins?

To succeed, to thrive
against the odds?

If you ask me, it's because

if you can hone your craft in
the city of Chicago,

claw your way up from the
corruption and the muck,

it gives you the strength
to take over the world.

How dare you!

You disobeyed
my explicit orders,

and you dragged
detective evers down

into the muck with you!

I-I, it was my decision
to go along, ma'am.

Oh, really? Well, it was
a very poor one, detective.

You got two weeks suspension
without pay to begin with.

Now you wait outside
while I have

a word with chief
of staff mahoney.

I don't want them suspended!
I want them fired!

You are right.
Wysocki is a loose Cannon.

But you know what?
If I fire him,

he's gonna go straight
to the press,

he's gonna blow
the whistle on the club

and he's gonna start
naming names.

By suspending him, we take him
off the streets he loves

for a couple of weeks,

and we guarantee his silence
if he ever wants his job back.

Which, trust me, he does.

Fine.

Get in here!
The both of you!

Well, that went well,
considering.

Yeah, considering.

I'm sorry about the extra week,

but one wasn't going to cut it
with him or the mayor.

Gives me a chance to go boating

up in the dells.

Besides, I disobeyed
a direct order

from the superintendent.

Yes, and that was very naughty.

You open it?

There's a lots of names
you're gonna recognize.

Today the radios,
tomorrow the world.

So the two of you planned
that whole thing?

None of that was real?

Oh, no, the suspension's real.

You got a black mark on
your record, wildcat.

Maybe you should
spend your time off

interning at Quantico,
shore up some of the damage.

So the club goes down.

The only way it could.

Super couldn't have her
fingerprints on it.

And now she has intel on
all of Julie's clients.

Which will be useful
down the road.

But coma-boy takes the
rap for Emily's murder.

No.

What? Well, then who?

You murdered your
friend's girlfriend,

you stole his car,

you dumped him on the sidewalk

and left him to die.

Man, that's pretty
much got to be

the worst night of your
life, am I right?

Seriously, man,
this is ridiculous.

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

Oh, come on, Mason. Sure you do.

You what to know how I know?

'Cause this was taken

at the stoplight
at division and larrabee.

And that is you behind the wheel
of Teddy's car.

Right about the time

Teddy was getting picked
up off the sidewalk

and taken to midwestern med
o.D.'lng from your junk.

Not that it did him any good.

But you know the best part?

That's Emily's body right there.

It's a good thing she was
dressed to party,

because those sequins really
catch the light from the flash.

I'm guessing you were probably
too stoned

to even realize you
ran the light, huh?

Bottom line,

these photos make you look
like a cold-blooded killer,

and the problem is,
I don't think you are.

But the jury's gonna need
a reason to ever let you

see the light of day again.

Teddy came over,
and I sold him a little h.

Wasn't even that much.

Okay, that's helpful.

And then
we're shooting up, you know,

and Emily shows up at my place,
and she starts screaming at me:

Why was I letting
Teddy score and, uh...

I mean, she came at me, man.

And Teddy's nodding out,

turning blue,
and I just lost it.

I lost it on her.

Can we call it
a self-defense thing?

You got a date?

Just a friend.

Want to tell me
what happened today?

I messed up.
Yeah.

I messed up, and I'm
taking my punishment

like a big girl.

It's okay, Uncle jarek.

No, it's not okay, okay?

I'm not gonna lose you
to some boneheaded mistake.

You won't.
Do you understand?

Yes.

All right.

I spoke with Ernie,

and he seems fine
about letting you stay on.

He better be.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing.

No. What are you saying?

You're covering for the moose?

Vonda, why?

Because I'm your niece
and he doesn't like you.

So it was just a matter of
time before he decided

to keep Isaac on the team

and bounce me back out
to street patrol.

Now that I took
a bullet for him,

getting rid of me
won't be so easy.

Have a good night.

I will.

Stay safe.

Old radios are in
the donation bin,

new radios are up here with me.

What's your name, officer?

Jorge Rodriguez.

And where'd you grow up?

Humboldt park, ma'am.

Oh, yeah?
Which high school?

Roberto clemente.
Class of 2003.

You know clemente?

Know it? I played you in
basketball all four years.

I was cpl red division.

Oh, yeah?
Where did you go?

Phillips.

Class of you don't need to know.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

Stay safe.

What's your name, officer?

Paul Herman.

Come on, man, don't sulk.

I followed you
when the top cop told me not to!

You didn't tell me
about the plan!

You didn't tell me
the whole time

you knew the dealer was
the killer.

You know, I tried to warn
you off the club raid

so you wouldn't take the hit.

Oh, please, you weren't
trying to protect me.

You were just trying
to get me to leave

because you don't trust me.

Something like that, yeah.

Yeah, well, how do I know
I can trust you?

You don't need
to worry about me.

Why, 'cause you're such
a straight-up guy?

Does your fiancé trust you?

Even though you're sleeping
with your ex-wife?

What did you say?

Yeah, that's why you
always warn Dina

that she's on speaker
every time she calls,

so she doesn't say something

I'm not supposed to hear.

That's why she always sounds
like she's talking in code.

Your fiancé cool with
you having ex-sex?

She doesn't know.

Yeah, well, you keep secrets
from your fiancé.

You don't keep secrets
from your partner.