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- You left me alone in
your apartment.

This feels like a new phase
in our relationship.

You were asleep
and I was hungry.

Okay.

Come here.
You gotta...

Try this.
- What is it?

- It's a pork chop sandwich.
It's the true taste of Chicago.

Kim, it's breakfast.

- I--I know.
It's hard to explain.

It just works. Try it.
Just try it, okay?

- Uh, okay.

Mmm!

- Right?
- Mmm.

- Sorry, I've got to
take this to go.

Kelton wants to see me.

- Hey, I feel like I've
earned the right to ask.

Why is a black man
working so hard

to make a white cop
our next mayor?

- Uh, it's easy.
Economic reasons.

The white cop is paying me

and there's still room on the
bandwagon if you want to join.

- Mm-mm, I'll pass.
See you tonight?

- Yes, but please let me pick
the restaurant.

I am too young
to see a cardiologist.

You taste like grease.

- Mmm, it's the taste
of Chicago.

- See ya.
- All right.

- But today is just
the beginning.

Future Chicago is helping
open centers

to serve the young people
all around the city.

- I gotta hand it to Price.

I grew up around here.
This place was a hellhole.

- It is my honor
to introduce to you

the next mayor of Chicago,

my father Ray Price.

- Looks like she'll
be mayor one day.

- That wouldn't surprise me.

- Thank you, thank you,

and thank you, Jasmine.

Like my daughter said,

Future Chicago
is dedicated to creating

positive support systems
for our children

and we want to make sure that
every single kid in this city

gets the same chance
to succeed.

- This ain't your neighborhood,
all right?

Go back where you belong!

- My friend, my friend,

I respect your exercise
of free speech,

but I reject
what you're saying.

because we have
to break down the barriers

that have divided this city.

We are all Chicagoans.

We all want good jobs.
We all want good schools.

A fair chance.

Now Brian Kelton wants you
to look to the past,

but the train is going
the other direction.

Look to our children,
look to the future,

and let's get there together.

Thank you.

all: Ray Price, Ray Price,
Ray Price, Ray Price!

- Thank you.

Thanks for coming out, Hank.
- Yeah.

Ray, I gave you a smoking gun
against Kelton.

How come you haven't used it?

- Because I don't need to.
Not at this time.

I've got a 6-point lead
in the polls, Hank.

I'm on an upswing.

No point wasting a bullet when
your opponent is bleeding out.

- Ray.

Kelton ain't dead yet.

- Matter of time.

Now look, I don't want to drag
this campaign through the mud.

People are tired
of old Chicago politics.

They want a positive message.

- Shots fired!

Shots fired!
Everyone down!

Hang in there, Ray.
Hang in there.

- It's okay, hang in there.

- Anyone see where
those shots came from?

- No! Call it in!

- Daddy! Daddy!
- 5021 Frank, 10-1, I repeat...

- Come on, help me,
keep pressure here.

- Shots fired into a crowd.
Man down.

Roll an ambo
and get some people over here.

- Hey, listen! We've got to get
everybody in that building!

Let's go!

- Antonio, I've got eyes
on that loud mouth.

He's right ahead of you.

Something doesn't feel right
about this guy.

- Kim, I've got the block
to the west!

Get inside! Take cover!

- 5021 Eddie, I got
a possible offender.

Male, green hat,

heading northbound on Union
towards 18th street.

Against the wall,
against the wall!

Move against the wall!

Chicago PD,
let me see your hands!

Put your hands out now!

Now!

- Ah!

It wasn't me, all right?

I was just trying
to get out of there!

- Anything? Anything?
- Huh?

He's clean.

- See?

- 5021 Eddie, we think
this guy's a negative.

Advise all units to proceed
to the scene with caution.

The shooter is
still in the area.

I repeat, the shooter
is still in the area.

- Copy that, 5021...

- We run GSR on the guy?

- Came back negative.

Patrol's doing interviews,
no weapon, nothing.

Shooter's in the wind.

- Alicia, I cannot tell you
how sorry I am.

- I wish I could say I was
surprised, but sadly, I'm not.

- I promise you, we're going
to find who did this to Ray.

This is Detective Halstead.

- Ma'am, I'm sorry,
but were you aware

of any specific threats
against your husband?

- My husband was ahead
in the polls.

You know, I just...

I would start looking at
the people who would

most benefit by taking
him out of the running.

- Superintendent.

- It is a sad day, Sergeant.

- Yes, it is.
- Won't you, uh...

Would you bring me up
to speed?

- Oh, nothing yet--my team's
still working the scene.

- Known Ray Price
for a very long time.

We were rivals, we...

we butted heads,
but at the end of the day,

we respected each other.

He was true blue Chicago.

- You're talking about him
in the past tense, Brian.

- Mrs. Price, I just wanted
you to know I'm very...

- I don't know how you keep
from punching him.

- Like you said,
we're playing the long game.

- Well, we know that Ray Price
was shot from a distance.

The problem is we don't know
where the trigger was pulled.

- It'll be hard tracking
the trajectory.

The bullet's still lodged
in Price's shoulder.

- No direct-eyeball witnesses,
no shot spotter PODs.

We pulled all surveillance.

As for motive--

- He's black.

- There's that.

He's also ahead in the polls.

There's a lot of people that
don't want him to be mayor.

- You know, if this is
a straight-up

assassination attempt
of a public official,

we're stepping
into FBI territory.

- Look, we still don't know
what it is for sure

so we treat it like
any other case.

Get a list of suspects, anyone
who might be targeting Price.

- Hospital detail
just called from Med.

Ray Price is out of surgery
in stable condition.

No major damage.
The guy is one tough SOB.

- Well, that's great news,
Trudy.

- I also went through all
the 911 calls

pertaining to threats
made against Price.

A lot of racial slurs.

Brick through
his house window,

his car was tagged with
the N-word last year.

It's an ugly list,
but nothing actionable.

But there was one incident
report that stuck out.

It was a week ago.

A man was seen in Price's yard
having what was described

as "a violent argument"
with him.

Patrol responded, but Price
refused to file charges.

He said the whole thing was
a misunderstanding.

- Who made the 911 call?

There she is.

Hey, Jasmine.

Heard the great news
about your dad?

- Yeah, there's nobody
stronger than my dad.

Nobody more particular
about their food either.

Got to make sure he has
something proper when he wakes.

- Ah, listen,
we wanted to ask you

about a 911 call
you made last week.

You reported a man who
threatened to kill your father?

- Oh, yeah,
that was a misunderstanding.

- Really? Because the officers
interviewed your neighbors.

They also reported hearing
a violent argument

from inside your house.

- There is always people
knocking at our door.

My father tries, but you can't
please all the people

all the time, right?

- Jasmine, the only reason
you're going to make a call

like that is
'cause you're scared.

Why don't you tell us
what happened?

- I don't know his name,

but he's been to the house
a few times.

- Okay.

- He said he was going
to kill my father.

- There he is.

- Hey.

When I said I would take
a bullet for this city,

I didn't mean it literally.

- It's good to see you, Ray.

- Did you catch
the son of a bitch?

- Not yet.
I need your help.

Why don't you tell me about
this man

who came by your house
last week?

- Oh, that was nothing.

- Well, your daughter said
he threatened to kill you.

- It's one of those things,
Hank.

You try to do the right thing

and it turns out
to be the wrong way.

- What's going on, Ray?

- I met a guy from Canaryville.

Yeah, uh, you know,
a wannabe developer,

lighting cigars with $50 bills,
you know the type.

- Hmm.

- So I encouraged him
to buy some buildings

in a transitional neighborhood.

It was supposed to gentrify

but the zoning didn't
come through

and he got screwed.

He's expecting me
to make him whole.

- Why didn't you reach out
to the police?

- I was planning on dealing
with the matter

at a future date.

- Oh.

You mean after the election.

- Yeah, like I said,
I'm on an upswing.

There's no profit
in shining light

on how business is actually
done in this town.

- I get it.

Listen, I do need
a name though, Ray.

- So, Mike,
according to your file,

you're the registered owner
of three guns.

- Last time I checked, we
still had a second amendment.

- And a long range rifle.

- I'm a hunter.

- Did you go hunting yesterday?

- No.

- That's your car, Mike.

It was parked a block away
from the Boys and Girls Center

where Ray Price was shot.

- So what?

- Okay, look, we know you went
to Ray Price's house

and threatened to kill him.

We have witnesses.

We also have looked through
your social media.

Your hatred for Ray Price
is very well documented.

- My hatred is justified.

Price is a con man.

Got me to put all my money
into that neighborhood,

got me to donate even more
money to his so-called charity.

He said a Hilton was coming.

A Hilton.

I lost my business, my wife.

Now this sleaze bag's
running for mayor?

- Then what were you doing
at the dedication?

- Whenever Price
goes out in public,

I want him to look out
and see my face

and remind him
I ain't going nowhere,

but I didn't shoot him.

I was getting a coffee
when I heard it happen.

- When you heard it?
- Yeah.

Clear as day,
came from right behind me.

- This is the third building.

Are you sure
his alibi checks out?

- Yeah, Rankin was
at the 7-11 downstairs

when the shooting happened.

Bingo, right there.
Shell casing.

This was his perch.

- Yeah, this is perfect.

You've got no security cameras,
no people,

elevated position to paint
his target in the crosshairs,

and then after the shot,
easy getaway.

- Oh, yeah.
Good one.

- I'll call the crime lab
and get 'em up here.

- Let's talk to
building security.

- So he came down
these stairs here

and then he took off running
and I told him to stop.

- Age, height, weight?

- Ah, he was black.

- That's all you've got?

- Uh, I--I didn't--didn't get
a good look at his face.

I mean, he had on a backpack.
I chased him down here.

He struggled, he came up,
pulled away,

and went over this fence.

Came down hard
on the other side though.

- That's as far as you went?

- I work for minimum wage
with no benefits, bro.

I don't do fences.

- Alderman Price was shot
a block away from here.

You know that right?

- Oh, I found that out later.

Nah, I work down here
where it's loud,

so I didn't hear any shooting.

I just thought he was stealing.

- Check it out.
He must've dropped it.

- Do you know
which direction he went?

- I don't know; he jumped
into a car and drove away.

- What kind of car?

- Green.

- All right, what do we got?

- What we know
is that our offender

was an African American male.

Unknown height, weight, age
but he was carrying a backpack,

which suggests that he was
using a collapsible,

long-range rifle.

- Fled in a green car.
Unknown year, make, or model.

- All right, we got anything
on the phone?

- Uh, pay-as-you-go burner.

It was activated yesterday,
no incoming or outgoing calls

but he did keep it on

so we were able to triangulate
his movements.

- Right, so let's talk about
what we know.

Uh, he was at Bridgeport
at 7:15 a.m.

Went up to Uptown for an hour
all the way to Berwyn.

Next thing you know--

Boys and Girls Center.

- I talked to Price's
ward office.

He was home all morning.

Those routes don't sync up
to him.

- Look, there's got to be
something significant

with these locations

or was the shooter
just driving around randomly?

- It wasn't random.

That's my house in Bridgeport.

I had breakfast in Uptown,
met a C.I. in Berwyn,

before I went to
the Boys and Girls Club.

- Price wasn't the target.

You were.

- We were able to cobble
together footage

of all the locations
you traveled to

before the shootings.

So this is your neighborhood,

that's where you had breakfast
at TJ's Diner,

and that's where you met
your C.I. in Berwyn.

- The security guard said that
he saw our offender fleeing

in a green car.

In each of these locations,

there, there, and right there
we see the same green Toyota.

- So he could've shot you
at any one of these places.

Why did he wait?

- Well, if he's shooting
from a distance,

he probably doesn't want
to be exposed

and none of those spots
would've been an easy shot.

But he had plenty of time to
set up at the dedication.

He just missed.
- All right, check it out.

Car is registered
to a Melvin Barnes.

He's 42 years old,
no run-ins with the police.

He's employed as a prison guard
out at Stateville.

Ring a bell?

- I don't know him.

- The car comes back
to a Southside address.

It's a rear garden apartment.

- All right, if this guy was
a correction officer,

it means he's probably armed.

I want you going in heavy.

- Good?

Blood.

Looks like he was
just bringing home breakfast.

Took one in the back
of the head.

- Similar to the way
Price was shot.

A .308 round fired from
a distance, elevated angle.

Building on the left.

- All right, check it out.
We're looking for, um...

- Witnesses, casings, prints?
Jay and Hailey are on it.

- Cool. Yeah?

- Hey, so a neighbor saw
Melvin's green Toyota

pulling out of the alley
at 7:00 a.m.,

but Melvin wasn't driving.

- All right, get a BOLO
on the vehicle.

- Done.

- M.E.'s preliminary time
of death estimated

at 6:30 this morning.

- Okay, so shooter kills
Melvin,

comes down from his perch,

takes the keys from
the dead man's hands,

steals the car,
starts following me.

- Patrol's got eyes on
the green Toyota.

It's parked in a garage at
State Street and 43rd.

There's no sign of the driver
but the engine's still warm.

- It's right next
to the courthouse.

The shooter's targeting people
in the criminal justice system.

Prison guards,
police officer.

The courthouse has got
to be next

and it's five minutes out
from here.

- Let's move.

- If he's gonna
take a shot,

it'll be from one of
the buildings.

- All right, so let's get
these people inside.

- Get into a building now.
Come on, come on.

- Folks, we need you to clear
the area, get inside.

- Get inside!

Head down, head down,
shots fired!

- Get inside the building.
Come on, I got you.

- Get inside!

- Man down!
You got me?

- I got you.
- Sir, are you all right?

Sir, we're coming to you.

On three.
One, two, three.

- Get inside!
Get her inside!

- He's up there!

- 5021 Henry, we have
the shooter on a rooftop

across from the courthouse!

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

- There he is! Stop!

Get away, out of the way.

Police, don't move!

- Offender headed northbound
on the east alley of Dearborn.

Male, black, gray jacket,
black backpack.

- Chicago PD!

- Keep moving! Go, go, go!

- Get down!
Get out of the way!

- 5021 Davis, shots fired!
Officers in pursuit!

Get down!
- Everybody out!

- Keep going, Kev.
I'll stay with her.

Get that son of a bitch.
Go, Goo!

- Okay.

5021 Frank, got another one
down, it's a female.

Offender's fleeing westbound
from the alley.

Officers still in pursuit.

- Copy that.

- 5021 David, offender fled
to unknown direction

on 18th street.

Alert all units, he shed
his backpack and his jacket.

No eyes.

- Thanks. Hey, hey.

So I just talked to
the patrol officers

that are securing
the parameter.

No one has passed through
that matches the description.

The prick changed
his clothes and got by.

- I found a security camera
facing the building.

But it is, of course, broken.

- The man who was shot
took one at the chest

but it looks like
he's going to make it.

He's a judge named
Sam Anderson.

- All right,
I know Judge Anderson.

So there's got to be a nexus

between the judge,
the prison guard, and me.

Let's work that.

All right, keep combing
for witnesses, Hailey.

- Yeah.

Look at this.

We interrupt this shooting
for a political statement.

Isn't that your friend?
- Yeah.

He may know something.

I'll meet you
back at the District.

- Sure.

- Same MO, same caliber rounds,
same shooter.

His intended targets were
a prison guard,

a judge, and a cop.

- Exactly, so we know
he's going after people

in the criminal justice system,
but why?

There's got to be some sort
of personal grievance

that connects all of you.

- Do you have any insight,
Sarge?

- I've gone through my records.

I've arrested 242
African American males

in the last ten years that have
come before Judge Anderson

and, uh--
- It's like a hundred--

- 187 of them are back out
on the street.

- Yo, Sarge,

me and Ruzek just left
the crime lab,

They dissembled the rifle that
we found in the backpack.

It was registered
to a Drew Bayless.

He did two tours in
Afghanistan.

He's got a purple heart.

- Got his file right here.
- Okay.

- Looks like he's had
a tough reentry.

Restraining orders,
D&D, resisting arrest.

- Huh.

- Recognize that face?

- I do not.

Well, it's enough
for a warrant.

Go pick him up.

Antonio, you hang back
with me and Kim.

Let's go through these files,
find a nexus.

- Right here.

- Drew Bayless, Chicago PD.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Get back in your apartment.

- That idiot isn't here.

- You know Bayless?
- I'm his landlord.

- When's the last time
you've seen him?

- Uh, a few days ago.

Wouldn't surprise me
if he's in trouble.

He's a prickly guy
and a pain in the ass.

- Drew Bayless.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just keep your hands where
I can see them, Mr. Bayless.

Why don't you get up against
that wall over there?

- Well, looking at
your record, Drew,

you seem like a smart guy.

College education,
high marks in the military.

So you got to know the dumbest
thing you can possibly do

is run away from a cop.

- I wasn't running away.

I was choosing to avoid
a conversation

with Chicago police.

- I'm seeing all the trouble
you've been keeping up with

since you left the military.

You've got a good reason to.

- Thank you for your service.
Now take out the garbage.

This country don't give
a damn about its soldiers.

- That's why you're shooting
at cops, huh?

- Not sure what
you're talking about.

- No?

You're the registered owner
of that rifle.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Well, it was used
this morning

to murder Melvin Barnes,
a retired prison guard.

Took a shot at me too.

- Look, not to sound conceited,

if I had taken a shot at you,

you wouldn't be sitting here
right now.

- Drew, your weapon was just
used in three shootings

including one homicide.

Superintendent of the police
is looking to crucify somebody

and right now...

you're all we got.

So if you are smart,
you'll start talking.

- It wasn't me.

I swear.

I just got back
from Wisconsin today.

I was hunting.

- Who else would have access
to your guns?

- Nobody!

Somebody must've stolen it
when I was gone.

- All right, thank you.

Uh, boss?
- Yeah?

- Drew Bayless' story
checks out.

He was at the Badger Lodge
for the last four days.

- Looks like he's telling
the truth.

I got surveillance footage
from Bayless's building.

Here, can you run this?

So this is from three days ago.

And then five minutes later.

- Familiar to you, Sarge?

- I don't think so.

- Ran facial rec.
I got an ID.

- Okay.

- Darius Tatum.

- Okay, I'm wrong.
I do know him.

- Found him.

- Yup.

Look at that.

I arrested this kid.
He was 17.

He was lookout on
an armed robbery...

I mean, looking
at serious time.

I flipped him.

I mean, he helped us put away
some very bad people.

I got him a deal.

I mean, he was supposed
to do six months in juvie,

walk away with a clean slate.

- That didn't happen, boss.

It looks like Darius
had a really hard time

getting out of the system.

He went from juvie
straight to Stateville.

He was incarcerated
for ten years.

He just got out last year.

- Let me tell you something,
Darius was a good kid.

I mean, something happened
to him.

- You stay inside long enough,

it's going to take the good
out of anybody.

- Have a seat.

Sit down.

- You have 30 seconds
to tell me everything you know

about Darius Tatum.

- I don't know anything.

- Hey, you already played
that card.

- We have you on the record
visiting him at Stateville.

- That was a long time ago.
- No, that was a year ago.

- We know he didn't just rob
your house randomly.

He knew you had guns.
You're protecting him.

- Well, somebody
should have protected him!

- Hey, hey, easy.
Easy.

- Hey, it's okay.

Good.

So talk to me.

- Somebody should have
protected him.

'Cause he was a good kid

and you guys crushed him.

Yeah.
You crushed him!

- Tell me what happened.

- I used to date Darius's
sister; that's how I know him.

- Okay.
- All right?

When he got out,
I took him under my wing.

- You taught him
how to shoot a rifle?

- Yeah, to shoot
but not to kill anybody.

See, Darius always wanted
to join the army, man.

That was his dream,
to fight for his country.

I always thought
that was ironic,

seeing what his country
did to him.

- All right.

Where is he?
- I don't know.

I saw him two weeks ago.

He just got back from
the Recruiting Office.

Of course,
they rejected him...

On account of his felony.

He was in so much pain, man.

He lost his hope.

Check with his mother.
Sometimes he crashes there.

- Get patrol to take him home.

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

Chicago PD!

Mrs. Tatum,
I'm Sergeant Hank Voight.

Can you open the door, please?

Is your son Darius here?
- No.

- When's the last time
you saw him?

- He's been staying
with friends.

He came to visit me
two days ago,

but I haven't talked to him
since then.

Is Darius the one
who shot that judge?

- Did he say something
about that?

- No, but he hated
Judge Anderson.

He's the one that sent him
to Stateville

on his 18th birthday.

I didn't have the means
to stop it from happening.

- I'm sorry
it went down that way.

- That doesn't change
a damn thing.

He deserved better.

- I agree.
I like Darius.

But right now,
the entire police force

is out there hunting for him.

Our best shot
at finding him alive

is you helping us.

- He used my computer.

- All right.

- All right, I went through
the search history

from two days ago
when Darius was here.

He googled Melvin Barnes.
He got his address.

He googled you, Hank Voight,

and he did a deep dive
on Judge Anderson.

Now there's one more name here.

A Michael Willard,

director of the Belmont Youth
Intervention Center.

It's a, uh, trade school
for at-risk kids.

- All right, call the center,
give them a warning.

- You're too late, Sarge.

Shots fired at the
Youth Intervention Center.

It's on lockdown.
It's all over city-wide.

- Have the team meet us there.

- Please, let me go with you.
I can talk to Darius.

- No, that is not possible.
- He'll listen to me.

- My son trusted you people!
He did everything you asked.

He wouldn't be in this
situation if it wasn't for you.

- Hey, move, move, move!
Hey, move!

- Come on, come on!
Get in, get in!

- Come on.

- So I was getting out of my
car, my windshield exploded.

I--I dove under the car.

I saw Tatum coming and, um,
yeah, he was going to kill me

but the guard shot him.

- Okay, how bad was he hit?
- Ah, he's shot in the leg

but, uh, he's holed up
in the Rec Room.

Won't let anyone
in or out.

- How many people
in there with him?

- I don't know, five?
Maybe less.

- Why do you think
he came after you?

- I was his supervisor at the
Juvenile Detention Facility.

All right, this--this kid, he's
given me nothing but problems.

- That a direct line
in the Rec Room?

- Yeah.

- Darius!

Darius, nobody wants
to hurt you, man!

We just need you to pick up
the phone!

Darius!

- Who is it?

- Sergeant Hank Voight.

- Hank Voight?
It's been a minute.

A long, ugly minute, but I got
nothing to say to you.

Hell, I tried to kill you.

- Yeah, well, it's a good thing
you missed

because I'm the one
who's going to get you out

of this situation, Darius.

- Ain't no getting out
of this.

I know that.

Just give me Willard and I'll
let these three boys go.

- I can't do that.
Michael Willard isn't here.

- Not here?

What, he hiding
like a little bitch?

'Cause that's what he is.

A weak-ass cowardly bitch who
beats up scared little boys.

- How 'bout you take me
instead?

- You want me to kill you
instead of him?

- I want you to give up
those three boys

and I want you
to let me help you.

- What, like last time?

That's what got me here
in the first place!

- Well, give me another chance.
Let me make it right.

But you got to let
those kids go.

They got nothing to do
with this.

Darius, come on.
Give me five minutes.

Just you and me.

You don't like what I'm saying,

you do what you got to do.

- Okay, five minutes,
then I shoot your ass.

- Deal, but you got to
let those kids go.

Listen, I'm glad you're here.
We just started negotiation.

- There aren't going to be
any negotiations, Sergeant.

- Sir.

- Move.

- Take your positions.

- Yes, sir.
Antonio.

Brian...

he's holding three hostages
with a semiautomatic pistol.

We've tapped into the intercom
so we got ears in the room,

but he is staying clear
of those windows.

- Good to know,

but we will find a way.
We always do.

- Sir...

if this thing goes sideways,

we could end up
killing innocent kids.

That would not be a good look

for the Chicago Police
Department right about now.

- So you propose?

- He said he'd give me
five minutes.

Let me go in and talk to him.

- How do you know
he's not gonna shoot you?

- I don't.

- So what's the plan?

- Get Darius talking,

gradually get him to move
toward the window

so the squad can get
a clean shot.

- You got five minutes.

Be careful out there.

- Okay.

Get yourself in the clear.

Offender's a male black.

He's wearing a gray sweatshirt
and blue jeans.

- Darius, it's Sergeant
Hank Voight.

I'm opening the door.
I'm coming in.

I do not have a weapon.

I'm clean.

I'm unarmed.

How about you put
your gun down too?

- No.

It stays where it is.

- Okay, that's cool.

But you've got to let these
kids go now, that's the deal.

Darius.

Come on.

All right, you let them go,

I can get you out of here
safely too.

Promises.

Everybody loves
making promises.

But then they break 'em,
so what's the damn point?

- Darius, you were supposed
to be protected.

- In juvie? You kidding me?

When they found out
I was a snitch,

they came after me every day.

They beat me and beat me
and beat me.

They threw bottles of piss
at me!

- Why--why didn't you reach out
to your supervisor?

- It was Willard who told them

I was a snitch
in the first place.

- Is that true?
What he said?

- Of course not.
The kid's a liar and a punk.

- He was a
cooperating witness.

You were supposed
to keep him safe.

- Yeah, right, we weren't
running a daycare center, man.

When these kids came in,
they were hardcore criminals.

My only goal was to keep them
from killing each other.

All right?

- I was still a kid

and he just turned his back
and let it happen.

- Listen, if that is the case,

we can still buy this back.

- I never wanted this.

I did what y'all said!

I was supposed to get my life
back and they took it all away!

- You could--you could still
get some of it back,

but you got to let
these kids go.

- Do we have eyes?

- We got a partial target
and a confirmed weapon.

- Shut up!

- Listen, there are snipers
out there!

They are looking
to take you out!

- What the hell are you doing?
- I'm trying to save your life!

- Do you have the kill shot?

- He's blocking me.

- Who?

- Sergeant Voight.

- Oh, come on!

- Get your ass back
to the door!

- Okay, okay!
- Go!

- Darius, we are running out
of time, bro.

You got to show
an act of good faith now.

- Who the hell showed me that?

- I get it, I get it,

but you've got to let
the hostages go.

Come on.

Let's show them we're moving
in the right direction.

At least it'll buy us
some time.

- It's too late.
- No, it is not too late.

Darius, I promised your mother

that I would get you
out of here alive.

You saw my mother?
- Yeah.

She loves you so much.

I know you love her.

Look, if you let them go,
you can see her again.

Darius, what are you doing?

Stop.
Just come on.

Let 'em go.

- You two, you can go.

No, no. Not you.

- Okay, okay. Wait.

I've got to let them know
that they're coming out, okay?

Hey, hands up. Real slow.
Take it easy.

Listen, I've got
two hostages coming out!

I need you to stand down,
do you copy?

- Copy, Sarge.
- All right.

Nice and easy.

- Burgess.
- Come, come out with me.

Come on. We've got you.
We've got you.

Come on. We've got you,
we've got you, we've got you.

- Hey, hey. Take it easy.

How old are you?

- S-seventeen.

What's your name?

- Malcolm.

- Come on, Darius.
He's just a kid.

He's not gonna hurt you.

Take the gun off of him.

Darius, come on.

I'm not going to hurt you.

You know I'm not going
to hurt you.

Just put the gun down.

You don't want to do this.
Put the gun down.

That's good.

Darius, look at me.
We are really close now.

All right?

All right, Malcolm, you're
going to come first, okay?

Put your hands over your head,
nice and easy.

Nice and easy and
just walk out real slow.

Real slow.

No! Hey, hey!

Hey, he's a hostage!

- No!
- Stand down!

- No, no. I can't!
I can't go back!

- Listen to me.
- No.

- You and me, we're going to go
to the state attorney's office.

We're going to work out
some sort of deal.

- You're lying!
They're all lying!

Just like the last time!

- Hey, stay away from
the window.

Come on, just put the gun
on the table.

Walk to me.

We're almost there.

We're there. Come on.
Walk to me.

Come on, Darius.

Darius.
Come on.

Come on, that's it.
That's it.

- Tell my mom I'm sorry.

- No, Darius, no!

No!

- Sergeant, you got a sec?

- Yeah.

So I got a pretty bad feeling
about this director Willard.

I talked to a C.I. aligned
with the G-Park Lords.

He said they got this guy
in their pocket.

He's been selling them info,

giving them
cooperating witnesses,

doing it for years.

It's enough to build a case.

- Good, start with a warrant,
then search his financials.

Let's see how this prick does
on the other side of the bars.

- Can I ask you something?

Um...

How did you know Darius
wouldn't shoot you?

- I didn't.
I just...

Look, I'm the one who
started this ball rolling

and I figured
I owed it to him.

I know we do our best
to help these kids, you know.

Put them on a...
a conveyer belt,

thinking one day
they'll get off, but...

Most of them don't.

For the funeral.

I--I'm sorry.