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- You're Sergeant Voight.

Deputy Chief Reid.

Just figured I'd meet your team while in action.

- You slept with your CI.

This is on all of us now.

- We need to work together

to protect ourselves and the unit.

- Your team was attempting to cover the whole thing up.

- Tell me why IAD isn't here to arrest Officer Torres,

Detective Burgess, me.

- I'd like to use the info differently.

I'd like you and I to be friends.

- You add an imaginary CI to our warrant.

You don't protect me.

- Why not?

- You risked your career!

- For you, yes.

Look, we don't ever have to mention it again.

I have feelings for you,

and you don't get to dictate those feelings.

- Morning.

- You're back. - Mm-hmm.

- I thought you had another week in Colorado.

- No. RICO case wrapped early.

- Huh. How was it?

- Not as exciting as Chicago, but good.

We got a good result.

Here, new guidelines for the consent decree.

You got to sign that you received them.

- Oh.

- Thank you.

[phone buzzes]

- [sighs]

- Hmm?

- I got an emergency OCD meeting.

Deputy Chief Reid just called it.

- Hmm.

How's he been?

- Uh,

all right.

- [chuckles] Do you want to get a drink at Kelly's tonight?

You can catch me up.

- Yeah. Sounds good.

[indistinct chatter]

- All right, everybody, good morning.

All right, all right, settle down.

Not gonna make this long.

We've all heard about the West Side's uptick in violence.

In-service calls have increased 30% in three weeks.

I got a rash of new homicides.

I got bodies piling up at the morgue.

I've had enough of it.

This is our most recent map.

Our three hot zones, Lawndale, East Garfield Park,

and Little Village, all happen to be the same zones

with the most gang factions fighting for territory.

Jesus Otero runs four blocks.

The Hustlers run two, and then 14 more factions,

most of them juvies, fighting over one block or less.

We dismantle, disrupt, and clear them out.

So we're flooding the zone.

That's right.

Two weeks of a violence reduction initiative

starting today.

Every single one of your teams will be involved.

Patrol team, saturate the zone in uniform.

I want your presence known.

Undercovers, bed down.

Start IDing targets.

I want you documenting.

Document, ID, build, then we arrest.

Any questions?

Good, I was hoping not.

Hand out assignments. - All right.

Stevens...

- I got your team on the west end of Lawndale,

19th to 21st.

- You know, my team doesn't usually do VRI.

It's not a productive use of our time.

- I beg to differ.

I need someone in Lawndale I can trust,

a friend to combat the area.

So go combat it.

- All right, my 12:00, I got a male Latino,

black beanie, brown jacket.

He just ordered two individuals off their spots.

[camera shutter clicks] - Copy you, I see it.

[camera shutter clicks]

I believe that's Jesus Otero.

Gangs has him running four blocks.

- Copy.

[sighs]

[line ringing]

- Hey.

- Hey, I was thinking about drinks later.

I was hoping maybe you could do me a favor beforehand.

- Maybe. What do you need?

- I want you to reach out to any ASAs

you might know in Detroit.

Just ask up on Reid, just off the record.

- OK.

- It would have to be quiet. OK?

I mean real quiet.

- I get it.

Yeah, I can do that.

I'll let you know what I hear.

- Thanks. [gunshots]

- Hank? - I gotta go.

[tense music]

[tires squealing]

You all hear that?

- On our way, Sarge. Calling it in.

♪

[tires squealing]

♪

[tires squealing]

♪

[horn honking]

[tires squealing]

♪

[people shouting]

- Chicago PD! Open the door!

All right, take it easy.

[people shouting] Police!

Is anybody else hurt?

- Uh, uh--

- Get us out of here!

- I got you. - Hey!

- 5021, emergency,

run an ambo to the intersection of 14th and Tripp.

I got a man bleeding out, GSW to the neck.

Come on, talk to me! What happened?

- I don't know.

We heard pops outside, and then we were swerving.

- OK, go see if anyone else is injured.

- OK. - Are we getting out?

- All right, stay calm!

- Open them!

- OK! Hey, can you hear me?

- There's another bullet hole back here!

- All right. Is anyone else hurt?

- Open these doors! - No, no, I don't think so.

[indistinct shouting] - Sit down!

Hey, everybody, stay put!

Hey, can you hear me?

You're gonna be all right.

- Please tell my family I love them.

- Hey, you're gonna tell them yourself.

Is anyone here a doctor?

- No one else is hurt.

- OK, all right. Come here. - Oh, God.

- You're gonna help me. I need some help.

- With--with what? I'm not a doctor.

- OK, you two, help me.

We're gonna lay him down.

- All right, all right, all right.

- Hey! Listen to me!

Everybody needs to stay put. - Uh-uh!

- Officers need to talk to every single one of you.

Come on, nice and easy.

I gotta keep pressure on his neck.

- Isn't an ambulance coming? - No, we're not waiting on 'em.

Take him to my car. - Grab his legs.

- OK, ready? On three.

[sirens wailing] One, two, three.

[grunts]

Open the back door to my truck.

- Come on. - Get back on the bus!

On the bus!

Kim, radio ahead to Med to let them know I'm inbound.

Two GSWs, one sliced the carotid.

- Sarge--Sarge, stop.

Down. Put him down.

[somber music]

♪

- [sighs]

♪

- Hey.

Widen the perimeter. Set up tape a full block out.

Anybody have eyes?

- No, sir.

- On violence reduction day, nobody had eyes?

- No, sir. We discovered shells, though.

- OK, show me.

- All 9 mils. - [grunts]

- Believe the shooter ran up, fired from here,

bailed right out.

- Getaway car?

- We're assuming so.

Parked in that back alley. But like I said--

- Yeah, nobody had eyes.

All right, who was the intended target?

- We don't know. No one was hit on this block.

- All right, listen to me.

I need you to wait right here until forensics shows up.

You get one of your patrolmen to walk this alley,

looking for cameras, windows.

I want to know what car our shooter was driving.

You understand? - Yes, got it.

- All right.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey. Excuse me.

Hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Drop the phone. - What the hell?

Get your hands off me.

- Just drop the phone and I will.

- No.

- Look, you come back in two minutes

and pick it right back up.

Just drop it.

- I don't understand.

- That way, your friends aren't gonna know

I saw what you have on it.

Now drop the phone.

Good.

Hey! Come back here!

Hey!

[gunshots] - Take cover!

[keyboard clicking]

[phone buzzes]

[phone clatters]

- Sarge.

We've confirmed the bus driver's ID.

His name is Walter James.

I'm sending patrol now to make the death notification.

- No, I want to make the notification myself.

Send me the address. - Copy you.

- Hey. - Sarge.

- Hey. I just sent you a video.

I need you to run it through facial rec.

It shows the actual intended target.

OK, I want you to ID him and pay him a visit.

Find out who the hell was shooting at him and why.

- Copy that.

- Yeah, this is definitely our target.

It's a match.

LKA is about four more blocks.

Carl Samson, 20 years old,

couple pops for possession with intent to deliver.

- Hmm.

Intent to deliver. Is he documented?

- No, no gang affiliation listed at least.

- What about SOMEX?

Are they running him for threats to his life?

- It doesn't look like it.

His last pop was two years ago.

Seems out of the game.

- Hmm.

What the hell?

- Is that Carl's block?

- Think so.

Here we go.

[tense music]

♪

5021 King-- - I'm on the phone with 911.

- Squad be advised. - OK, that's good.

When did this happen? - A few minutes ago.

I heard a car speed up, and then there was gunfire.

There was so much gunfire! - All right.

Where'd the car go?

- I don't know. I didn't see it.

- All right, I need you to go back in the house,

stay on the phone, and make the best statements you can, OK?

- OK.

♪

- Let's go, Cook.

[clears throat]

- Chicago PD!

♪

- Chicago PD!

- [sobbing]

♪

Ma'am, I'm police. I'm here to help.

Let me take a look at him. - Clear.

- [sobbing]

♪

I want you out of my house.

- I understand. I just need a few answers.

- You want me to talk to you?

Why? For what? Police don't care about Lawndale.

- Kevin.

- You think I don't know... - Carl got hit eight times.

If his sister wouldn't have went to the back

to take out the trash, she'd be dead too.

- 9 millimeters? - Yeah.

The casings match the first scene.

I think the shooter missed him outside,

followed him all the way here, sprayed down the whole house.

I mean, the timing makes sense.

- Get out of my house.

Out, out!

I want you all out!

- Why don't you clear out a minute?

You too, Emily. - Yeah.

- Go!

Get out of my house.

Out!

- Kiana, give us a minute.

- Good. Yes. Leave.

♪

And you can leave too.

I want to be with my brother.

- I understand.

Tell me who would do this.

- It's not gonna matter.

How many times do I have to say that?

It won't matter what I tell you.

No one cares.

- I do care. - You don't care.

- I will find them-- - You don't. You never do.

You don't care.

- I will find this one.

- I just want to be with my brother.

Please, leave.

- Janae, if you tell me who, I will find them.

I'm gonna put them behind bars.

♪

- I don't--

I don't know who.

But I know it was one of those Macklin Hustlers.

Carl blasted them on Instagram.

They said they would kill him for it.

- Thank you.

All right. I'll be waiting outside.

You take as much time with him as you need.

- [crying]

♪

- Gangs indexed the Macklin Hustlers

as four young men, all about 18 to 20.

- Same block? - Same building.

Named themselves the Macklin Hustlers

'cause they live in the Macklin-Whatley apartments.

They've known each other their whole lives.

They're close as hell.

- OK, where are we at with Carl's social media?

- Comments were deleted, but we recovered them.

Carl called out the Macklin Hustlers

on Instagram two days ago.

- Here's some of those comments.

"Macklin Hustlers?

"More like little bitches trying to play dope dealers.

They're selling sham."

Here's another one-- "Pussy-ass bitches

need to learn a lesson."

- Online beef escalated from there.

- Lot of back and forth comments between Carl

and three different finstas.

- They're all dummy accounts?

- Well, they clearly belong to the Macklin Hustlers.

We just can't connect them to any individual accounts.

- OK, so who are these individuals?

- These are the Macklin Hustlers--

Hamani Maines, Kaiden Clark, Micah D'Angelo,

Chris Logan, who goes by Lo.

But it's Hamani Maines who fits the description

of our offender.

- All right, so ballistics, PODs, witnesses, getaway car.

Anything that confirms Hamani's our shooter?

- Not yet, no. [sighs]

- We could invite them all in

and play them against each other,

just hope one cracks.

- Well, you're not gonna have any real leverage.

All of this is circumstantial at best.

- They're dealing, right?

They're young.

They don't seem to be very good at it.

My guess is, they're probably not even smart enough

to clear their sets now.

- So work the drug angle.

Buy-bust. - Yeah.

Get the leverage you need on one of them,

hope it's enough to press and flip.

If they're this close, they'll all know

Hamani fired the shots.

Hell, they probably celebrated together after.

- They would have to feel like it's safe for them

to start dealing again.

I'd need that VRI lifted.

- Done.

- I haven't learned much.

It sounds like Reid kept things tight in Detroit.

- How'd he do that?

- By keeping a small circle.

My contact said he had a crew of police and ASAs

who he we trusted, but that trust was more like ownership.

They thought he had dirt on everyone.

He used them like his personal army,

and then he used them as scapegoats.

Does he have dirt on you?

- Yes.

- Yo.

We're good to go, Sarge.

[tense music]

♪

- Hey.

Hey, you got something?

- Who the hell are you?

- Josie sent me.

Josie with the big mouth from down the block.

- Yeah, I know who it is.

- All right. I need three dubs.

- Of what?

- [scoffs] Come on, man.

You know what I need, bro-- blows.

I normally get it from Kent, but...

they said they all cleared out.

They ain't gonna have nothing till tomorrow.

- 60. - 60? Hell no.

Hell no. I gotta--no, I can't.

I got--I got 50. I got--I got 50.

I got 50. I got 50, right?

And this could be a first-time buyer discount, right?

And then I'll come back. I promise, man.

Look, look, look, look, look.

One, two, three--

50.

Yeah?

My man.

- Ki made contact.

No exchange so far.

OK, I got the dealer walking.

He's walking. He's walking.

I think he's taking us to his stash.

Yup, yup.

Yup.

We got real good eyes on where he hides the jab.

Grabbing a few bags now. Here we go.

- [exhales]

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

♪

Who's this crazy SOB?

- You buying from this ass?

- I don't know what you talking about.

- Don't buy from the bitch.

His wack's straight sham. - All right. All right.

I ain't know nothing about that,

but could you please stop shouting that over here, man?

All right?

- Sarge, we got company.

- We're not pulling her. We need this asshole.

Let it play.

- Hey, you sold me stepped-on.

I want my money back.

- Take it around, bro. - Hey! Hey!

Before y'all get into that,

can I just get my stuff so I can leave, please?

Hey! Hello? - Hey, get off me, man!

- Hello?

Can I just get my stuff--

hey, Chicago PD!

- [groans]

[grunting] - Just stay down.

- Get off me!

- I've got him! I've got him.

Turn around! - Stay down!

- Stop it! - Turn around.

- You got anything on you that could hurt me?

Do you have anything on you that could hurt me?

- Uh-uh.

[indistinct chatter]

- [breathing heavily]

[handcuffs clicking]

- Yo, can I get a pop?

I'm thirsty.

- You know why you're here, Kaiden?

Bro,

we got you.

We got you on possession with intent

to deliver to a police officer.

40 grams.

And you're facing five years, minimum.

But you're lucky.

If you help us,

we help you.

- Help y'all with what?

- Well, we know a Macklin Hustler

shot and killed two men.

We know it can't be you.

Your stats don't match.

If you tell us who,

you'll walk.

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

- I get it.

You're loyal.

I respect that.

Kaiden...

One of your friends is a murderer.

[somber music]

A murderer.

This man, grandfather.

You wanna stay loyal to somebody who would do that?

- I've seen worse.

I ain't talking to you.

- Nothing.

- It'll take time, right?

They're a close group.

- Yeah. - Uh-huh. All right.

OK, thank you.

Yo, Sarge, we got the warrant.

We can hit Kaiden's apartment.

- You and Torres.

Hopefully he stashed some evidence somewhere.

All right, meantime, the rest of us,

let's dig into Kaiden and his crew.

Give him an hour alone in the box, start again.

The kid's loyal, but he's not stupid.

We'll break him.

[tense music]

♪

- Fridge is clear from narcotics.

- Based on these posts,

Hamani is definitely the ringleader.

- Ocean, look at this.

- What?

- I found this tucked up in the couch.

Genius left it unlocked.

♪

- I don't get it.

Kaiden's got supportive parents.

And he drops out of a good school

just to hang with fools.

- Yeah.

Youth wasted on the young.

- Wait, wait. Go back.

♪

- That's your man holding a TEC-9,

a match for a gun we know was used in both shootings

and the 9 millimeter caliber rounds recovered

at both crime scenes.

- We know it was Hamani.

He killed that bus driver on accident.

Then he went to Carl's house and murdered him with a TEC-9--

that TEC-9.

- Or maybe you did it.

- This deal wipes away all your charges--

delivery to a police officer, possession, UUW,

and on-view aggravated assault.

All you have to do is cooperate.

Help us build this case.

This is a very good deal.

- She's telling the truth, Kaiden.

Take this deal while you still can.

Take it.

- Can I get some more pop?

- Sure, it's all good evidence, but without Kaiden talking,

it's not nearly enough for a warrant on Hamani.

- But we have a photo of him holding the murder weapon.

- Alleged murder weapon.

A defense attorney is gonna show

about a hundred bangers posing with guns.

- Yeah, how many with a TEC-9?

- It's all circumstantial.

A judge will not sign off, I can guarantee it.

- All right, so we keep digging.

Kim, I want Tact on Hamani now.

I mean, we keep eyes 24/7 till we can move.

Just need more.

- Hank, you got a second?

- Yeah. - I've been reading the reports

on our Lawndale homicides.

You have any updates?

- Nope.

- May I?

- Help yourself.

- [clears throat]

[sighs]

You know, I can get you a warrant on this Hamani kid.

- ASA Chapman has been through everything.

We don't have enough.

- Oh, I can make it enough. Give me 30 minutes.

- Huh.

Who do you own?

[tense music]

- Excuse me?

- What ASA or judge do you own?

- Does it matter to you?

- [sighs]

♪

- [sighs]

This bus driver who was killed, Walter James,

was due to retire in three months.

He was gonna go on his first real vacation this summer.

- I'm aware.

- Yeah, you notified his family yourself, right?

[sighs]

All my years as police,

I've never understood that kind of loss,

that kind of violence.

Senseless.

You know, it's why I became

police in the first place.

I lost my mom to a violence like that when I was seven.

Yeah, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Bank robber shot her in the face

because she didn't move to the floor fast enough.

When you're up against that, up against a violence

that doesn't make sense,

that doesn't care about morality, about ethics,

then what's the harm of getting a warrant when you need one?

Does it really matter to you how you get one?

♪

I'll get you your warrant.

You can thank me later.

♪

- You guys take the front, and I'll take the back.

- Hey. What's going on?

- We got a warrant signed.

- Yeah, I gathered that. But how?

There's not enough evidence.

- Look, a warrant's a warrant. I'm using it.

Hamani killed two people.

He shot one of them eight times.

I'm getting him off the street.

- Do you remember how pissed you got at me

when I got you a warrant?

- We're set, Sarge. Tact knows we're coming.

We're staying low.

- Hank.

Do you like this man?

- What?

- Reid. Do you like him?

You understand him?

[tense music]

♪

- Chicago PD! Search warrant!

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey! Let me see your hands!

- Hey.

Back up. Turn around.

- Bathroom clear.

- Where's Hamani?

- Oh, you just missed him.

Sorry.

- Whole house is clear, Sarge.

- Search this place. Find me that TEC-9.

♪

Hey!

What the hell happened?

- Sir?

- The offender's gone.

- We're covered in the back, and we got the front.

That's impossible.

- Well, the impossible just happened.

All right, start a grid search now.

Move!

- Yeah, Sarge, the kids are clear.

There's nothing on them.

Apartments are connected by these crawl spaces

that are like storage units.

That's probably how Hamani got out.

- Pull all PODs.

Notify transportation agencies.

Let's find this kid now.

- Can I go now?

- Yeah, you answer questions.

Sit down.

Where would Hamani hide?

- You can't find him?

- Kaiden, every offer is still on the table.

Just tell me where he is, you'll sleep at home tonight.

- I mean,

Hamani probably drove to Canada.

You know, he loves to fish and all.

- Listen to me.

I just want a location.

You understand?

He won't know where it came from.

I swear to God. You have my word.

- He'd know.

Next question.

- All right, what else we got?

- Nothing new on Hamani's location.

Nothing's popped on cams. His cell phone's off.

Social media's quiet.

- So he could be anywhere.

- I mean, I doubt it.

Those four kids, all they know is that block.

They've never left Chicago--

hell, Lawndale, for that matter.

The kid's probably somewhere bedded down real close.

- We got a problem.

A lawyer's on his way up, claiming Kaiden as his client.

- Kaiden never asked for a lawyer.

- There's one here.

- Sir?

- Afternoon. Tom Larsen.

Where's my client?

- Dante, show the man.

- Come on.

- You were watching.

This kid ever mention a lawyer?

- No.

Someone from his crew might have called him.

Some of these dealers got a lawyer on speed dial.

- Not these amateurs.

- Sarge?

Lawyer wants to talk.

He's right here.

- Well, send him in.

Sir? - Signed.

Kaiden will take your deal.

Ask him whatever you want, then release him.

- Hmm.

Were you at any of the shootings, Kaiden?

- [crying]

[sniffling]

No.

- Did Hamani talk to you about the shootings?

- [sniffling]

Yeah.

[sniffles]

[somber music]

- Yeah, what?

- [exhales]

That...

That he killed them both.

♪

Carl had it coming, man.

Hamani had to save face.

He had to.

♪

- Where is he?

- He--

he'd be hiding out at our spot.

♪

On Cullerton and Kildare.

He'd be there until the heat died down.

Cullerton and Kildare.

♪

- What the hell was that?

- How'd it go?

- Hamani is holed up on Cullerton and Kildare.

- What, the kid just rolled all of a sudden?

- He took the deal. - Just like that?

- Cullerton and Kildare.

He's probably still carrying that TEC-9, so gear up.

We're going in hard.

[tense music]

♪

Something up? - No. I'm coming with you.

♪

[gunshots]

- Anything?

- Techs just confirmed Hamani's TEC-9 ballistics

matched Carl Samson and the bus driver,

so he killed them both.

Case closed.

[pensive music]

♪

[keys clacking]

♪

- Yeah, all in-service calls

for the past 12 hours in Lawndale,

primarily Otero-run territories,

and any relations to a Kaiden Clark.

That's right, Kaiden Clark.

What?

When?

[tense music]

♪

- Hank? - Hey.

- What are you doing here?

♪

You know her?

- No, I, uh--

I just had her brother in the box on another shooting.

So what do you got?

- Not much. Robbery gone bad.

Got a witness heard the shots,

saw a masked guy run out with her purse.

I think she was shooting up and got caught by surprise.

Man, who the hell is robbing hypes?

I got jack.

No other witnesses. No PODs. [phone buzzes]

On top of that, I just got called to a double

on South Wells.

[somber music]

♪

- What's up?

Why are we meeting here?

- You know, right before Kaiden talked,

a lawyer visited him.

It turns out it's the same lawyer

who defended that dealer right there, Jesus Otero.

Defended five members of his crew too.

- Defense attorneys in Chicago are busy.

- Mm.

After ten minutes with that lawyer,

Kaiden told us everything.

Lawyer must have said something to Kaiden.

- Like?

- "Your sister's dead.

Start talking or you're next."

This why you wanted my team working Lawndale?

Clear territory for Otero?

You like having criminals in your pocket too?

- Jesus Otero doesn't have

a single violent prior on his record.

- Mm.

- He's experienced, plays the game,

but does so without senseless violence.

No bodies dropping, no innocents killed,

no terrified neighborhoods.

So who would you rather have in charge?

Four teenagers or that man right there?

- An innocent was killed.

- Innocent?

The sister who was robbed?

Well, these streets are dangerous,

especially the ones she walked.

It's simple math-- one for many,

one for the greater good.

No, you're not gonna find

any evidence of this theory.

I've read every report on you.

There's lots of them.

- Hmm.

- I know exactly who you are.

Whatever guilt you're feeling right now,

I promise you, it's a flicker of fog over your true self.

- Hmm.

- You and me, we are exactly the same.

I'll see you on the streets.

♪

- He knows Torres slept with his CI,

knows Burgess covered it up,

knows my whole team is complicit.

You wanna know what Reid has on me, that's it.

- OK.

And now what?

- I'm gonna take his ass down.

- How are you gonna do that?

- With you.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]