All language subtitles for Chicago.PD.S12E18.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL_track3_eng

.

- Officer Torres had an
illegal sexual relationship

with his CI,

and your team
spent the past two days

attempting to cover
the whole thing up.

- Why are you here?

- I'd like you and I
to be friends.

- Reid kept things tight
in Detroit.

He had a crew of police
who he trusted,

but that trust was
more like ownership.

He used them as scapegoats.

- Jesus Otero runs
four blocks

but does so
without senseless violence.

- You like having criminals
in your pocket too?

- You're not gonna find
any evidence of this theory.

- Now what?

- I'm gonna take his ass down.

- How are you gonna do that?

- With you.

[camera shutter snapping]

That man looks just like us.

He loves being out
on the street.

Police's police.

[tense music]

He's picking off the police
he doesn't trust...

And promoting the ones
he does.

* *

- You ever see him with Otero?

- Once.

Outside Otero's funeral home.

I'm guessing that's where
Otero launders his drug money.

[camera shutter snapping]

Reid never even
got out of his car.

I mean, he's smart, careful.

I mean, we're not gonna
get lucky with him.

He keeps his connections
on a short leash.

- It's the same playbook
as in Detroit.

- Yeah, and it's working.

Otero's got more territory.

Violence is down.

- Mm, it won't last.

I followed up with
my ASA lead again.

Guy finally admitted
he knew of Reid.

Says that a Reid CI
who wasn't cooperating

disappeared without a trace.

No proof
Reid had him killed, but...

I mean, he thinks he's God.

- Yeah, so does
half the department.

No, I'm telling you,
the ones who like him--

I mean, they love him.

- Maybe we should loop in the
team, get them digging with us.

- No, I won't risk
exposing 'em.

For now--

for now, it's just you and me.

Okay?

All right.

Let's get to it.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[camera shutter snapping]

[siren wailing]

* *

[siren stops]

- All units, stay off the air.

Deputy, go with your traffic.

- All units be on the lookout
for a blue Toyota Solara--

Union, Queen, 7-2-4, Young.

It was just taken
in a carjacking

at Lake and Pulaski.

Driver was shot.

Vehicle last seen
traveling westbound

at a high rate of speed
on Lake.

Offenders are armed
and masked.

[phone buzzing]

- This is Voight.

- Hank, where are you at?

- On my way into the district.

- You got a minute to chat
in private?

Carjacking in Lawndale,
went down 20 minutes ago.

- Yeah, I heard the traffic.
- Good.

Two-man crew--they got three
carjackings under their belt.

They are joyriding,
violent idiots

who usually dump the cars.

City is the Wild West to them.

Apparently, we all just do
whatever the hell we want now.

It's gonna stop.

I want Intelligence on it.

Drop everything else.
Find me the offenders.

Find me that Toyota.

- Okay.

Why am I dropping everything?

It's a carjacking crew.

- CI told me that Toyota
has Jesus Otero's drugs

stashed inside a trap.

- How much?
- 20 keys.

Half a mil.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

I don't think the offenders
knew what they stole.

Good thing for us, they usually
dump the car within 24 hours.

- Hmm.

- CI also told me
Otero has serious buyers

who prepaid for the dope,

which means
war is gonna break out

when they don't get
their product.

Find me the car.

Loop me in quiet.

You got 24 hours.

[dramatic music]

* *

.

- Did Reid say he talked
to Otero personally?

- No, he laid it all on the CI.
Smart.

- Okay, but we can use this.

- Yeah, we can build with it.

You find that Toyota fast,
use it as bait,

and be there when Otero's men
recover the drugs.

Build low, get high.

- Long shot.

- It's more than we had
last night.

- Yeah. Okay.

Call me if you need anything.

I'll be standing by.

Be careful.
- You too.

We caught a carjacking crew,
just hit Lawndale.

- Sarge, we got a Gold Coast
triple that came in last night.

- Yeah, I know.
We're dropping it.

Trudy, kick that hat trick back
to Homicide, will you?

- First day back, and I
get to ruin Homicide's day.

Goody.

- Boss, these orders
coming from up top?

- No, these are my orders.

Witness caught the plate.

We're looking for her Toyota--
Julia Denelli.

Julia was shot
by the offenders and ran.

She's in the wind right now.

- Hey, sorry I'm late, Sarge.

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

I, uh, tweaked my shoulder
sparring yesterday night,

and the doc says I have to
wear this for a couple days.

- You got hit
that hard sparring?

- Yeah.
- Damn, dude.

- You have to ride a desk till
that thing comes off, you know?

- Yes, sir.

- All right,
these offenders jacked

two other cars
the last two weeks.

They rip the cars, joyride,
and then dump them.

- We got a description?

- Masked and gloved,
but witness saw their necks.

They're white.

I want to find these assholes
before the day is done.

So hit the carjacking scene.

You take point. Let's go.

- Are you sure
you're all right?

- Yeah, thanks.

- How's the other guy look?

- Other guy?

- Your sparring partner.

That was a joke, Dante.

- [chuckles]
- Right.

You sure you all right?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
Thank you.

- Mm. You're good.

You've been late
three days in a row.

You took off last week,

and now you come up in here
all busted up.

I hope to never be that good.

- Keeping tabs on me?

- No, just noticing, 'cause--
- Kiana. With me.

- Let me get this straight.

My guys have been after
this crew for two weeks,

and now Intelligence comes in
with its big swinging--

- All right, all right, listen.

We're not looking
for credit here.

We're just looking for a solve.
Okay?

I have your back,
believe it or not.

Now, you haven't found
that driver?

- No, not yet.

Nothing from nearby hospitals.

We've searched the entire area.

No idea where she ran or why.

- Okay. Okay, thank you.

I will keep you up to speed.

- Right. Sure you will.

- [sighs]

All right, listen,
the scene is ours.

Let's pull PODs and cams,
canvass ourselves.

Now, this victim
is still missing.

This woman didn't go
to a hospital.

Where the hell did she go?

- All right.
- Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music]

- Then what happened?

- Look, I hear shots,
I duck and cover.

- I was down the block,
but I heard it.

- Did you see anything?

- Yeah, two guys in masks.

They were hyped up,
screaming and laughing.

Then they shot that poor woman,
and she ran.

- The driver?
- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
You see which way she went?

- She got on a bus.
- A bus? You sure?

- Mm-hmm. 805 line.
I take it every day.

- Which direction
was it headed?

- Northbound.

- Okay, listen,
you remember anything else,

you give me a call?
- You got it.

- Thank you.

- Adam--techs found two
9-millimeter shell casings.

- The driver got on a bus.

- What?
- Yeah.

Maybe she got scared, wanted
to get the hell out of here.

- Or knew it went
past a hospital?

- Maybe.

- Right, we think she got on
the 805 line,

northbound, around 1415 hours.

- The 805?

- Yeah, that's right.

Uh, last stop is Kedzie.

- Hang on.

Detective Burgess?

- Yeah, I'm here. Go ahead.

- A bus from that line
just came in for a gas up,

and there's a problem.

- What kind of problem?

- Happens all the time.

Passengers nod out.

Sometimes it's a homeless
person snuck on board.

But this?

[tense music]

* *

Who is she?

- She was the victim
of a carjacking.

- I don't get it.

The bus driver
was right up front.

She could have
pulled the stop cord.

Why the hell
didn't she get help?

- I don't know.

* *

.

- Julia had two GSWs.

Preliminary is that
she bled out internally.

She was conscious
for eight minutes,

but never requested help
or medical attention.

- In shock?

- Maybe, but she had
passengers right next to her.

So I ran her again.

I ran her through
everything this time.

She's squeaky clean.

Doesn't have a sheet.

Worked as a nutritionist.

But she posted bail
two times for Tomas Marquez,

a documented crew member
of Jesus Otero's gang,

that shot caller
out of Lawndale?

- Huh.

- Maybe Julia was a driver
for Otero,

and the Toyota was
transporting dope or cash.

That would explain why she ran.

She was scared,
knew she made a mistake,

had to get the hell
out of there.

- It's a good theory, but it
doesn't change our policing.

We're still running
for the Toyota.

- Okay, but we could
loop in Narcotics.

- No, just stay the course.

Gather the team. Keep digging.

- Still nothing.
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, no,
good work standing by.

Thank you. Thanks, man.

All right, so PO went back
to a neighbor who wasn't home.

There was a doorbell cam facing
the--facing the carjacking.

It's landing now.
- Throw it up.

- [screaming]

[gunshots]

- Why did she put up a fight?

- I mean,
I understand no one wants

their property stolen, but...

- Why risk it all
for that ten-year-old beater?

- Play it again.

- [screaming]

[gunshots]

[tires squealing]

- There's nothing new here.

- No.

Keep running routes.

- This 805 route
is Groundhog's Day.

It's the same terms,
no Toyota, no offenders.

It's just lots of jaywalkers.

- Copy that. Let's call it.

Come back in the morning fresh.

- Heard.

- Units on the Citywide,
we're getting calls

of a vehicular carjacking
in progress.

Lake and Ridgeway.

Caller states two offenders,
masked and armed.

- That's our guys.
- Hell yeah.

- Vehicle taken was a
light gray Lincoln Navigator.

Illinois tags--
Tom, Charlie 8-6-8 Henry.

That vehicle last seen moving
eastbound on 59th Street

at a high rate of speed.

Victim is on scene
laying in the street.

- 5021 David, squad,
hold us down responding.

The offenders match
two individuals

wanted from Intelligence
for multiple carjackings.

We eight minutes out, en route.

- Copy, 5021 David.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Units on the Citywide,
please advise.

Navigator was just seen
eastbound near Lake.

- Hey, Kev. I'm real close.

I'll jump in.

- No, we got it. You hurt, man.

* *

- 1013, squad, I'm southbound
on Central Park,

headed to that area.

- 5021 David, 10-4.

- I got eyes.
He's in the park!

- Copy that. Headed your way.

Ocean, I see you.
I'm right behind you.

Just fall back.
We got it from here.

Have squad meet us
so we can box 'em in.

- Kev, I'm good.

I can box 'em in with you.

- No, man. Stop playing!
Fall back.

Pull back, Ocean!

- I'm burned!

- Damn!

Pull back, Ocean!

* *

- Dante, you heard the man!
Pull back!

- The hell
are you doing, man?

[siren wailing]

* *

- Come on, Dante.

- No, Ocean, stop!

- I got him!
- Dante!

- 5021 King, I've got an
officer-involved car accident

on the 3500 block of Lake.

There's a wanted SUV
traveling westbound on 5-6.

- 2620--terminate the chase.

- Is he all right?
- You a'ight?

- All units,
terminate the chase.

- Come on, man!
- Ah! [groans]

Hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Damn!

- Hey--hey,
don't worry about me.

Just go get him.
- No. Hell no.

Come on, man. We got you.

- [groaning]

- You got it. You got it.

Come on, man.

Hold on. Hold his arm.
- Okay.

Come on.
- Come on, bro.

.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah.

- The doc said you're lucky
your arm isn't broken.

- I don't feel so lucky.

I'm sorry--

- Listen, when I tell you
to ride a desk to heal up,

that means 24/7.

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

- All right, what's going on?

Bro.

You take a week off,
you show up injured,

you defy an order.

Hell, you defy Atwater's order.

Now you crash your car.

Dante, I'm not an idiot.

Just tell me
what the hell's going on.

- I can't sleep.

It's been like that
for a couple of weeks.

It's insomnia.

I've had it before,
and I can beat it.

I didn't mean to defy anything.

I--

[apprehensive music]

* *

- All right, listen to me.

Just take the week off, okay?

- I don't need a week--
- It is not a suggestion.

Just catch up on your sleep.

* *

- Sergeant.

- Deputy.

Well, we got our
ranks cleared up.

What are you doing here?

- I was concerned
about our officer.

I wanted to check on him.

- He's fine.

Attempted a PIT maneuver.
Didn't work out.

- Yeah, nothing's
working out, is it?

What is taking so long?

I was clear on the timeline--
24 hours.

- What exactly would
you like me to do?

- I'd like for you
to find that Toyota.

I'd like for you
to get creative.

I will back up your creativity.

I thought this was all clear.

- Sarge, you got ears on?

- We're clear.
I'll get it done.

- Good.

- Go with your traffic, Kim.

- We located the stolen SUV.

- Hiker found it
half-submerged.

Aside from water damage,
offenders soaked it in bleach,

so techs haven't found
a thing so far.

How's Torres?

- He's fine.

Now, get the full team
down here.

I want divers in the river.

I want a grid search
of this entire park.

- Grid search for what?

- The missing Toyota.

They might have
dumped it here too.

This could be their drop spot.

- Sure, um, but the Toyota's
likely been bleached,

so we're not gonna
get a thing off of it.

- Find it.

- Anything?

- No. No, nothing.

- Burgess, I've covered
up to Lawrence Ave.

Got nothing.
- Copy.

Kiana, how you doing?

- Lots of picnic sites.
No cars.

- All right, you two head back
to the district.

We'll do one last sweep.
- Copy.

- Why do you think Voight's
so interested in this Toyota?

- Oh, he's just
building the case.

- He's holding something back.

- What do you mean?
- The driver, Julia--

I think she's affiliated
with Otero's crew,

and he's choosing to
completely ignore that angle.

- No, no,
he would have told us.

- Would he?

No, something doesn't
feel right, Adam.

There. There.

That's our stolen SUV,
same make and model.

- All right, fast-forward.

All right, play from there.

Pause it right there.

- Is that enough
for facial rec?

- I don't know.

Who the hell are you?

We're gonna need a copy
of this video.

- Just take it.

- All right,
so we have facial rec.

This is Bob Gibson.

He's got one pop
for agg assault,

another for possession of meth.

- Now, Bob's got a brother.

We think that's the other guy
walking out of the woods.

Name's Roland.

Roland Gibson, busted for
burglary numerous times.

He did a stint in Danville
in 2021.

- LKA?

- They have the same address
on their license.

It's 4466 West 48th Street.

It's their parents' house.

Looks like the brothers
took it over

when they died
and live together.

- Crack off a warrant
with Chapman.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Chicago PD!

- Hey! Do not move!

Hands in the air!

Cook! Get these rooms!

- Clear!

- Adam, he's coming
out back your way.

- Stop moving! Stop!

- Stop right there!

* *

- Hey!

[horn honks]

Whoa, whoa!

Jesus.

- Clear!

- All clear.

Roland's not here.

- Boss, Bob Gibson is down.

Got hit by a truck. DOA.

- Copy. Make the notification.

- All right, copy you.

- Atwater.
- Yes, sir.

- Bag it, tag it.

Get patrol down here,
searching for Roland.

Find him.

- Officer!

Good to see you on your feet.

I was hoping we could talk.

[tense music]

* *

.

- That was a hell
of a fender bender.

You sure you're okay?

- Uh, yeah.

Do--do you want
something to drink, sir?

- No, I'm still on duty.

Have a seat.

[chuckles]
Relax. Come on. Relax.

Sit.

Sit down.

[chuckles] Come on.

You know, I make it a point

to know every single officer
assigned to OCD.

I know about you, Dante.

Your neighborhood,
your time in Maron.

I know you just
worked a case there.

And...

I know when an officer

isn't showing up
for work on time,

when he's boxing
night after night

just to get his ass kicked.

Helps you sleep,
feels like punishment?

Hmm?

I've been there.

This job will mess
with your head.

It'll make you feel like
you've changed.

You want to know the best way
to get around that?

Get some wins
back under your belt.

Get back to what makes sense--

solving cases.

[soft suspenseful music]

You feel me?

Good.

Look, this is just
between you and me.

I got a lead on Roland Gibson.

You up to speed
with who that is?

- Yes, sir.

- My CI said he bought drugs at
that spot beneath Sherman Park.

He might be holed up nearby.

I need you, Dante.

I need boots on the ground.

I need you to find that son of
a bitch and find that Toyota.

Whatever means necessary.

- [sighs] Uh...

why is the Toyota so important?

- [sighs]

There's a half a million
dollars' worth of dope inside.

I need it recovered.

I need it kept from the press

so that long-form
investigations

are not compromised.

Get the win.

We'll bring it
to Voight together.

Trust me. You'll feel better.

- Hey.

Hey.

- No.

- I didn't ask you anything.

- No, you can't have a hit.

- I don't want a hit.

Hey, hey.

I'm just looking
for my boy Roland.

You know him?
- Nope.

- Rovin?
- Roland.

- Rovan?

- No, Roland, Roland.

Roland.

- Never met the guy.

- Who's asking?

- Um, my name is Danny.

I'm his friend.

- Ro never mentioned you,
Danny.

- So you do know him?

[sighs]

Look--look, I just, um--

[crying]
I think he's in trouble,

and he needs my help.

Here, I just--
maybe you can help me.

Please take it.

- Uh, well,

Ro's probably
at his girlfriend's house

over on West 54th.

Lady's got real good heat,

like a warm toaster in there--

walk out feeling
like a Sunday bagel.

- You said West 54th?
- Yeah.

- What was her name?

- Monica Nelson.

Monica Nelson. Yeah.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Man, do you want a peep?

- What's that?

- You got the look, boy.

- What look?

- Like you need an escape.

[tense music]

* *

- No.

No, I'm good.

Thank you.

[indistinct conversation]

[phone buzzing]

- Dante?

- I got eyes on Roland Gibson.

- What? How?

- The deputy chief, he, uh--

he told me that he thinks
that Toyota has drugs in it

and that I should get
its location from Roland

by whatever means necessary.

- Where are you, exactly?

- I'm in my personal car

outside of Roland's
girlfriend's apartment--

3520 West 54th Street.

He's inside right now, Sarge.

- Have you gotten out
of your car yet?

- No.

- Listen to me.
Do not get out of your car.

You understand me?

- Yes, sir.

- I'm coming right now.

Hey.
- Hey.

- He still in there?

- Yeah.

Monica drove off
around 20 minutes ago,

so Roland's
probably alone there.

- What's going on?

Come on.

- Nothing's working.

Church, family--

they're not working.

And I go to the gym
every night,

and I box
until I can barely stand.

And I still can't fall asleep.

[apprehensive music]

I just don't feel
like myself, Sarge.

- Okay. It's okay.

Hey, listen.

We're gonna do one thing
at a time, okay?

Right now,

just go home.

Okay?

Reid calls, you don't answer.

If Reid shows up at your door,
do not answer.

You hear me?
- What's going on?

- Just tell me you hear me.
- I hear you.

- Look at me.

Hey.

I'll call you in
the morning, okay?

We're gonna come up
with a plan.

We'll come up with a plan.

[suspenseful music]

* *

Chicago PD!

Do not move!

I will drop you.

Get over here.

Let me see your hands.

You ripped a Toyota yesterday.

- What?
- Where is it?

- I didn't rip nothing.

Piss off!

* *

- Let's go.

We found your gun,

the one you used
to rip the Toyota,

kill the driver.

You know, if you'd checked
that car before you dumped it,

you'd see there was
a half a million of dope

stashed inside of it.

Those drugs belong
to Jesus Otero.

You ever heard of him?

- No.

- No?

Well, he's a shot caller for
a very violent street gang.

Here, take a look
out your window.

You're driving
through his territory.

Matter of fact, there's a
couple of his crew members

right there.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Giving you a choice.

You can tell me right now
where you dumped that Toyota

and you spend the rest of
your life in prison...

Or I can leave you with them,

let 'em play with you
for a while

until you tell them
where you put it.

Then they cut your tongue out,

hang you from an overpass.

What's it gonna be?

Hmm?

* *

.

- I found your Toyota.

- Okay, where?

- We're friends, right?

- Yeah.

- Then one friend to another,

don't ever go behind my back
to my team.

- Yourteam?

You all work for me.

This is myteam.

And I didn't want
to involve Torres.

That was your choice.

You didn't do your
damn job right.

- My job right? Jesus.

Look, you want to have
a conversation?

Let's have a conversation.

Just tell me
what you actually mean.

- Whatever you just did,

however you just
found that Toyota,

that was the right way.

And if you won't do that
from the jump,

I'm gonna find somebody
who will.

That clear enough for you?

- Your Toyota is abandoned
in a parking lot

at the Midway Mall
on South Cicero.

- Thanks, Sergeant.

- I got two UCs
sitting on the lot.

They don't know why.

I'll put the case on record.

Start closing out
in case he's tracking reports.

- Okay, no one is gonna move
on that car

until they believe
the coast is clear.

- No, I'll be there by then.

Stay close to your phone
if we need a judge on the horn.

- I'll be ready.

- All right, where are we?

We get the paper started?

I told you to go home.

- What's really going on,
Sarge?

- I need you
to start that paper.

- That Toyota had Otero's
dope inside of it,

so my theory was right.

The driver was affiliated.

Reid got the ball
rolling on it?

Why?

Why are you keeping us
in the dark?

[pensive music]

* *

- Tell us the truth.

We will lie for you, all right?

* *

- Reid has dirt on this unit.

- What dirt?

- Reid targets vulnerable cops,

and he uses them
to build his power base.

The same thing with criminals.

Thinks he's controlling crime.

- Otero--he's one
of these criminals?

- Yeah,
him and Otero are close.

Reid protects him.

- How?

- By making sure
his enemies end up dead.

- [sighs]

- Chapman and I
will find a way to bury him.

- And we'll help.

- We can help, Hank.

- We're talking about
the deputy chief of OCD.

He will destroy your careers,
your pension.

He will take your freedom.

- We're helping.

* *

- You found the Toyota?

[suspenseful music]

* *

- What if no one shows?

- Hell.

Asset Forfeiture's
kitty gets bigger.

That's all.

Sarge?

- Yeah, how we looking, Kev?

- Little to no movement.

No signs of Otero's men yet.

- All right, copy.

Just keep your eyes peeled.

- 10-4.

* *

- [sighs]

Adam, anything?

- Doing a walk-by right now.

- Please, come inside.

Our goal is to find a casket
as beautiful and unique

as your loved one.

- Otero's selling caskets.

I don't know, boss.
We sure he got word?

- He had to.

Look, day's long.

Just keep an eye.

* *

- Maybe Otero got cold feet
and didn't send anyone.

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

Look.

Yo, Sarge.
- Go ahead.

- We got a male Latino
hopping in the Toyota.

- Okay, we let him drive off.

Just stay close.

- Copy you.

[tense music]

What the hell?

Hold on.

I'm gonna head out there.

Stay right here.

Yo, Sarge, something's wrong.
- Talk to me.

- He just got out
of the Toyota without--

Damn.

Cook!
- Kevin?

You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.

- What happened?

- Call it in.

- 5021 King.

We got a car explosion
in the parking lot

of the Midway Mall
on South Cicero.

- Well, we can't confirm
much of anything.

It's possible Otero
just got suspicious

once we found his driver.

- And he knew it was a trap.

Moved the evidence.

- Or somebody told him
it was a trap.

- Well, I talked to a CI who
buys from an Otero corner boy.

It looks like Otero was able
to secure another shipment

of dope somehow.

He didn't need
the Toyota supply.

He's already
back up and running.

Someone helped him.

- Well, what about
this offender

who blew up the Toyota?

- In the wind.

- I chased him in the mall,
lost him.

We checked every POD
and cam near it.

We got nothing.

He was smart.

- So we stay on him.

Otero and Reid.

For now...

go home.

Go home.

* *

[knock at door]

- Coming in?

- I want to clear
something up first.

- Huh?

- I read the file
on Roland Gibson

after I talked to you.

He had a statement ready
when you brought him in.

How?

- I got him to open up.

- How?

- [sighs]

I threatened him.

- You threatened him?

* *

Okay.

Hank,
can you promise me something?

We take down Reid, yes,

but promise that we don't
forget who we are.

There has to be a line.

We need lines, right?

- I don't know
how to answer that.

I need something done,

I don't know where the line is.

That's the truth.

- [sighs softly]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]