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- Morning, my little retreads.

Good news, bad news.

Good news, you all passed
the power and range test,

so you're one step
away from reinstatement

in Chicago's finest.

Bad news, you need to requalify

in all current laws,
rules, and regs.

You pass this test, and
you're back to full duty.

Officer..."Russ-ek."

Am I boring you?

- No, Officer. No.

- Now, where were you assigned

when you had your
little misstep?

- Intelligence.

- Well, let's hope
you've got some.

Good luck.

- Thanks.

- Did she get him?
- Mm-mm.

Well, she turns to
me, and she goes,

"Kim, there's a scary
dog in the backyard.

We have to find another way."

So I go and I look.

Guess what kind of dog it was.

- A pit bull?
- A chihuahua.

It was the size of a football.

I mean, it was growling, but
it was making a little...

- Police aren't releasing names,

but we can confirm
two have been arrested

and two offenders are wanted.

Chicago Police are on site.

- Hey, sorry.

- Hold'em with the boys again?

Last minute
game at the cop bar.

- It's all good.

Just remember, no
river, no fish.

- You got it.

Get some sleep.
- Okay.

- Tick, tock, AJ.

Two Gs to you.

- I heard you the
first five times, Wes.

- Yeah, come on. Let the
man think, all right?

On you. Can you grab
me another beer?

- You know what, boys?

I'm all in.

- Same.

Lotta
money on the table.

Oh, it just got real.

Here we go.

All right.

Oh, God.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Whoo!

- All in? Dude.

Two-eight off suit.

You're crazy, AJ.

- I'm not crazy. I'm
just alive, Zaco.

Now, give me a
snowman, baby. Come on.

All right. Put
down that eight.

Ask and
you shall receive.

All right. All right. Hey.

All right. 1 in
42 odds. 1 in 42.

You're a dead man walking.

- All right, just
put the card down.

I'll try.

- Come on, bro.

- Is that a full house?
- Yep. Yep.

- Is that a full house?

Winner, winner, chicken
dinner, baby. Oh!

You wanna tell me the
odds against that?

Come on.
- You lucky prick.

Boys, I'm sorry...

- All right! Everybody
get on the ground!

Everybody get down
on the ground!

Hands on the table!

Put your hands on the table!

Nice and slow!

Do it or I will
fill you with holes.

Now! Hands!

Where's the cash?

- Do you know who I am?

- Shut up!

Rolex!

Let's have it.

Now!
- All right.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Zaco, you dial 911.

- Adam?

- Boss, I'm at a poker
game that just got ripped.

Two people shot, one dead.
Offenders are in the wind.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine, yeah.

- Okay, where are you?

Oasis Bar on Sumac.

- I know it.

It's been raided a
couple times for dope.

Vice and
Narcotics got that place

all over their radar, Adam.

- Yeah, I know. I know
I shouldn't be here.

- All right. Do they
know you're police?

- No, I'm under.

Ex-CI invited me.

I was just playing poker,

grabbing intel,
that sort of thing.

I'm just going crazy
sitting at home.

- Did you return fire?

- Two rounds from
my UC gun. Missed.

Boss, my CI Zaco, he called 911.

Ambos and Patrol are
arriving right now.

- Adam, if you stay there,
the only thing you're doing

is ending your career.
You understand?

- Yeah.

- Now just stand down.

Get the hell out of there now.

- Alexandria Cook, arrested a
couple times for prostitution.

No other priors.

19.

- Med called.

Male victim didn't make it.

Uh, looks like we're
looking at a double now.

- Who was he?
- Mark Gargano. Long sheet.

Agg assault. Two
armed robberies.

- All right. Any
witnesses talk?

- Most took off,
but Patrol grabbed

two of the poker players.
They're outside in the alley.

We got a Wes Arben.
He owns the joint.

Did two years in
Danville on distro.

Word is he runs half the coke
between here and Bridgeport.

The other guy is Zachary
Munn. Goes by Zaco.

Just did a six-month stint
in Sheridan for burglary.

- Why we taking this, Sarge?

Rip of an illegal poker game?

Feels like Robbery/Homicide.

- Hailey, get Arben's statement.

Kev, pods and cam.

Kim, come on, you and me,
we'll take the burglar.

Let's go.

- Where do you keep the cash?

- In a red duffel bag.

I know the law.
The game was legit.

- We got two dead
bodies, and one's 19.

It's not legit.

But we don't give a
rat's ass about poker.

What did you see?

- Whole lot of nothing.

A couple of pricks
in masks with guns.

- What'd they look like?

- I don't know.

I was busy grabbing
my hands on the floor.

- How many people
were at the table?

- Six, maybe.

- Okay, great. We're
gonna need names.

- Oh, I don't know names.

Look, I'm the new
guy, all right?

It's my cousin's game.

- You sat at the
table for hours,

you didn't get anybody's name?

- Real quiet bunch.

- You sticking with that story?

- I might, yeah.

- You.

Come.
- Excuse me.

Hello, who are you?
- The dumbo's sister.

- Let her in.

Were you at the bar tonight?

- Hell no. I got
a three-month-old.

Are you through with him?
'Cause he's got work early.

- Yeah.

I gotta get up early for work.

- Oh, yeah? Where do you work?

- He's a carpenter.

Yeah, he's got a
repair job in Cicero.

- Yeah, a carpenter.

- Are you done with him?

- Yeah, you're good.

Just leave your contact info
with that officer over there.

- All right.

- Thanks.
- Thanks, guys.

- Uh-huh.

All right. What do we got?

- Techs found fresh blood
leading out the rear door,

and Arvin said one
of the offenders

got winged in the shoulder,
so it could be his.

They're running it.

- The Chevy Malibu was
caught five minutes away

on a red light cam two
blocks from the robbery

going 70 miles an hour.

Wisconsin plates came back hot.

I have a BOLO out. No hits yet.

- And our owner, Arben,
what do we know about him?

- Really just old school, Sarge.

Lives big, likes to flash his
drug money and throw parties.

It's a big cash game.

Honestly sounds
like an inside job.

- Agreed. Let's chase that.

Who knew about the poker
game? Who knew it was so fat?

Let's dig into Arben's crew,

see if he was
beefing with anyone.

Let's move quick.

- Sorry, didn't
mean to interrupt.

Sergeant Voight.

- Sir.

- David Frume, IAD.

Do you have a minute?

- Sure. We're good?
- We're on it, Sarge.

- Come on in.

- It's not my place, but IAD.

If there's something I should
know, you can let me know.

- I was just about to call Adam.

- How bad is it?

- Hey.

You all right?

- Yeah. Are you?

- I was there. I
was at the game.

- I know.

I thought I recognized Zaco.
You pinched him, right?

- Yeah, two years ago.

I-99, confidential to me.

He is a good CI.

Been staying on the
up and up. Is he okay?

Practically saved my life...

- He's fine, he covered for you.

Adam, IAD talked to Voight.

They found your slugs in
the wall at the poker room.

He's gonna backdate a
stolen weapons report.

You gotta get rid
of your UC gun,

and he's not gonna
loop in anybody else.

- I gotta call him.
- Adam. Adam.

- I think I should
be working off book

on this thing with you guys.
- Honey, just... stop.

This is exactly what
you should not be doing.

- I do not like this.

I cannot have everybody
protecting me.

- You can, because
that is what you need.

You've got the team.

They will find
the offenders fast

and will keep you out of it.

So this is your
weekly poker game.

It's not with the old
timers at the cop bar.

- Sometimes.

Zaco invited me.

I was covert.

I was... you know, I was
listening for information.

I just miss it, Kim.

Chasing defenders into
yards with crazy dogs

and split second
decisions and the,

you know, adrenaline,
feeling alive.

The poker game, it just
gave me that for a second.

- These are the things we
tell each other now, right?

When you're in it, you tell me.

And I know that it's hard
because you nearly died.

But I get that.

I get it, too, because
I've been through it.

But you have to tell
me so I can help you.

Look at me.

I've got you.

- Of course.

- All right, what do we got?
- These are our offenders.

Techs just reached out.

Blood trail DNA
from the poker rip

came back to this
guy, Troy Bala.

That's his brother Clay Bala.

They live around the corner.
Kev's taking a peek right now.

- Okay.

- The Bala brothers
like to rob banks.

Modern Frank and Jesse James.

No cowboy boots, but
they like their guns.

- A year ago, they hit
Beacon Bank and Trust.

Killed a security guard.

Case was dropped when the
only eyewitness recanted.

- How did they know
about the poker game?

- We figure Arben
sold them the score.

- Definite inside job.

The brothers grew up with Arben.

They're tight.

We got a hold of
Clay's cell phone.

He made three calls to
Arben the night of the rip.

The last one was ten
minutes before the rip.

No way that was a coincidence.

- Go ahead, Kev.

- The house is quiet right now.

Got a black Camaro
sitting out front.

Illinois tag. Nora
Tom Zebra 3581.

- Camaro's registered
to Clay Bala.

- We got paper on the house?

- Signed and ready to go.

- Let's hit it.

No, I don't have
your test results.

- That's not what
I'm calling about.

- Okay, what's up?
- I have a small favor to ask.

Intelligence was
out chasing a lead.

They back yet?

- Nope.

- Could we maybe elaborate
on that just a little bit?

- According to the
log, an arrest warrant

was served on Troy and
Clay Bala minutes ago...

- Kay.
- But their place was empty.

They're in the wind.
- All right.

Well, when they get back,
if they need anything...

- Not gonna happen.

Adam, just ride the bench.

I'll see you soon.

- Hey, Marla. How
are you doing?

Zaco home?

- No.

He's done his time.

He's paid his debts to
you. Leave him alone.

- Look, I'm not trying to
drag him into anything.

I just need to
talk to him. Zaco.

- He's not home, so...

- Right.

You got a second, bro?

- Yeah. Of course.

- All right.

Come on.

Thanks, Marla.

- I didn't tell them anything.

- Yeah, no, I never
thought you would, Z.

But thank you.

Gotta put the stickup
guys away fast.

You seen Troy Bala
or his brother?

- I can't get involved.

You know that.

My sister's letting
me stay here for free.

I'm not gonna throw that away.

I mean, all she's having
me do is watch the kid.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm not jamming you
up here, all right?

It's just me asking.

- Shouldn't you be staying low?

- Not if I wanna fix this thing.

- Fix what?

We got ambushed.

- Zaco, I swear to you, I'm
not trying to pull you in,

I promise you.

I'm just trying to
make this thing right.

I gotta make it right.

Do you know where Troy
and Clay would hide?

Please.

I'm begging you here.

Please.

- Yeah. Uh...

Troy, his girl's Gigi.

- Okay.
- Gigi Balducci.

She's over on South Laurel.

- Good man. Thank you.

- I got eyes on
the Bala brothers.

- What? Where?

- Troy Bala's
girlfriend's house.

Gigi Balducci, 6100 Laurel.

I'm parked down the street.

- Adam.
- Zaco told me off record.

I'm not gonna hit it.

Just hold anchor here
until the team arrives,

then I'll pull away, I promise.

Boss, they're right
here. Just come take 'em.

- All right, we'll be en
route. ETA five minutes.

- Hold on. Sarge?
- Yeah?

- I got a car in Gigi's alley.

Someone's approaching the house.

- Anyone we know?

- No, it's too
dark. I can't tell.

Walking up to the door now.

He's knocking.

All right.

They let him inside.
Should be a friend.

I got shots fired.
I'm going in.

- Adam, Adam! Wait!

Adam!

- You just hold on.

I'm gonna be with you in
two seconds, all right?

You just hold on.

Why don't you tell me your name?

What's your name?

- Clay.

- Clay Bala. Yeah?

All right, Clay
Bala, I'm police.

I want you to tell me
who did this to you.

Can you do that for me?

- Wes.

Wes Arben.
- Wes Arben.

Okay, good.

I can hear that.
I can hear that.

Now you hold on.

The ambulance is on the way.

They're gonna be
here any minute.

Tell me that again.

Tell me who did
this to you, Clay.

Can you tell me?

Who did this to you, Clay?

Clay. Clay.

Clay. Come on, man.

Who did this to you?

God damn it!

- Come on, let's go!

I got bodies.

- I'll clear the house.

House is clear.

- Yeah, they're all dead.

All right, 50-21, roll the
crime lab to 6100 South Laurel.

Got a triple homicide.

Right, call the team.

- Techs recovered five
9-mil shell casings.

- Recovered this
from a ceiling tile.

Matches the bag
from the poker rip.

It's gotta be the
Bala brothers' cut.

- Right, so Arben gets nervous.

No one's supposed
to die at the rip.

Covers his tracks.

- Yo, so I got one guy to talk.

Witness said that he heard
the gunshots, looks outside,

and he saw a bearded
white male, about 6'1",

run into the house.

- Wait, after the shots?

- Yeah. That's
what the man said.

- All right, so stay
on PODs and camp.

Dig up more witnesses.

Got a real good idea who
wanted these men dead.

Let's go.

- It was Arben.

Clay Bala gave me
a dying confession.

All right, so we can
say I was driving by.

I heard the shots, I went in...
- No. No.

- Boss, if we say that,
we can use this...

- We can't.

Adam, look, we
bring you into this,

Arben'll put you
at the poker game.

Look, what is this?

You go crazy at home, you
need a poker game for a buzz.

Yeah, I get that.

But this, this I don't get.

Whatever's going on in your
head 'cause you got shot...

- No, my head is fine, sir.
- It's clearly not.

- No, no. It is.
I don't have PTSD.

I'm not traumatized.

I just miss the job.

I need the job.

I can't keep sitting at home,
what, becoming my father?

This is what happened
to him, boss.

He took disability
leave because he tripped

down some pimp's fire escape.

He got back on the job,
but he was never the same.

- You're not him.

You're gonna be back
in a couple of days.

- What if I'm not?

- You still won't be.

All right? You
need to back off.

Back off, you understand?

- Understood.

- Evidence at the house
suggests a lone shooter.

All the slugs, all
the shell casings,

they come back to
one stolen gun.

- Also, Sarge, a new witness
came forward and said

that they saw the same
bearded white male

running away from the house

five minutes after the gunshots.

And hopped into a gray Jeep.

- I saw that Jeep
leaving the scene

when we showed up, Sarge.

- Okay, you get the tags?

- No, it was dark,

but I'm pretty sure it
was a Jeep Wrangler.

We all saw Clay's
gunshot wound, right?

The towel.

Somebody was trying
to save his life.

Somebody who knew
exactly what to do.

Someone like a cop.

- You got something
to say, say it.

- Adam drives a Jeep Wrangler.
He fits the description.

You don't have to protect
us. You can just loop us in.

- I already handled it.

- Adam found the Bala brothers.

How? And what
else does he know?

- Nothing that can help.

Look, anybody has a
problem working this case,

they can walk.

No repercussions.

Good.

So find some evidence or
some leverage on Arben.

Let's bury this prick.

Now.

- So Wes Arben, this
guy's real smart.

Everything's in his wife's name
and she's clean as a whistle.

Properties, cars.

Even got a 40-foot yacht
docked at Burnham Harbor,

so business must be real good.

- Oh, hey. I got
something too.

- Yeah?
- Yep.

- Zaco from the poker game?

- Yeah.

Been pinched for coke possession

on the corner of
Polk and Kilpatrick

three different times.

He ain't that smart.

Every time, Arben posted bond.

- Okay.

- Okay, so these guys
are obviously tight.

That's our leverage
right there, Burgess.

What's the problem?

- Nothing.

You're right.

Zaco's all we've got.
Let's go get him.

- Okay, that's him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Come on.
- Chicago PD.

- Come on, bro. I
didn't do nothing.

- You didn't do nothing?
- I didn't do nothing.

- Oh, really?
- That's our guy.

- I didn't do nothing.
- I'm just gonna check this.

Just in case.
- Then that's on us.

- Come on. That's nothing.

- That coke buy was
a parole violation.

- Don't you guys got
bigger fish to fry?

- Yeah. We do, actually.

The hell is this?

- Phone records between
Wes Arben and Troy Bala

the night of the poker rip.

Arben orchestrated the
robbery. Were you tipped off?

- Was I tipped off?

No.
- Hmm.

- I almost got shot.

- Then let's talk about
the Bala brothers.

- Oh.

Why are you showing me that?

You... you think I whacked 'em?

- No, you were home. We
talked to your neighbors.

We think Arben's good for it.

We don't have enough
evidence, though.

- So this is what Ruzek's
promises look like.

- What promises?

- Yeah, that I wasn't
gonna be dragged into this.

That he'd protect me.

That's why I'm in this
cage right now, right?

It's 'cause of him?

It's 'cause you're
protecting him.

That's why we're here.

That's why none of
this is being recorded.

I know he wasn't supposed
to be at that game.

He wasn't supposed
to be begging me

to take him, either.

All right, that comes
out, and his ass is fired.

I know that.

- If I protect Adam, means
I'm also protecting you, Zaco.

Tell me about Arben.

Uh-uh.

You're lying again.

Okay, you don't want me
to tell you about him.

You want me to give him to you.

You want me to work for you.
I know what that looks like.

- Zaco, you don't talk,

you get five years in
prison for the drugs.

I don't know what
else to tell you.

- If you want me,
there's a price.

- Okay.

- I want the drug
charges dropped.

I wanna get paid good CI money.

And I want you to
help my sister.

- Your sister?

- Yeah, she's in line

for the new public
housing unit in Hyde Park.

Okay, she goes to the
front of that line,

or you can kiss my ass goodbye,

and I'll expose Ruzek
for all of this.

- CPD has nothing to do with...
- It's Chicago.

Bribe someone.

- Goal is to get Arben talking.
We need a confession on tape.

- I got it. This ain't
my first barbecue.

All right, I know how
to get him tripping.

- And try and stay face to face
with him so we can see him.

Don't switch locations.

Don't fiddle with the camera.
- Look, I got it. I got it.

- Okay.

- How we doing on
Marla's housing?

- All it took was 10
grand, but she's in.

- Serious?

- About the 10 grand?

No, come on.

But she's in. Top
floor view of the lake.

- You know, I take zero pleasure

in using them like this, really.

Is he doing okay?

- You don't need to
worry about that.

You just worry about
Arben, all right?

We're set. Let's go.

- You see anything, Kim?

- Nothing yet.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just checking in.

- All is good over
here with Mr. Fixit.

It's a thrill a minute.

- Adam, you know it's
all gonna be okay, right?

- Mm-hm.

- I've been trying
to be positive

because I know that
you're gonna pass,

and I know you're gonna be back.

But if you don't,
it's gonna be okay.

- No, it won't.
- Yes, it will.

- Kim, it...

Kim?
- Yeah?

- It won't, okay?

I'm no good without
the job, you know that.

I'll find something to
fill this thing in me.

It'll probably be
something wrong.

You know, I'll
lose you, lose Mak.

- I have to go, I'm sorry.

- Why, what's going on?

- We're going after Arben.

- How?

- Using Zaco.

- No, wait, I promised
him I wouldn't...

- I didn't have another way,
and Zaco compromised himself.

That is on him.

I have to go.

- Son of a bitch, man.

- Yo.

- What's up, hotshot?

- What's up? You
wanna grab a bite?

- No, first some
errands. Let's go.

- Oh.

Man, you sure?

- Let's go.

- They got a killer
chili burger here.

I'm starving. I
haven't eaten all day.

- Just shut up and
get in the car.

- Don't get in, Zaco.

- Come on.

- All right.

- No, no, no, no.

- He's mobile.

I got him.

- Where are we...
where are we going?

- You'll see.

- Headed for the Hellcat, Sarge.

I'll catch up.

- Copy, Kev. Head
over to 22nd.

Kim, run parallel on 13.

- Copy you, Sarge.

- After all we been through,
you'd think I'd get a taste.

- Taste of what?
- The rip.

Troy told me you ordered it.

- Yeah?

- Is that why you
took care of him?

He's talking too much?

- Son of a bitch.

- We lost eyes.

We think they're
headed south on Wabash.

- Copy. I'll head that way.

- Where were you yesterday, Z?

- Yesterday.

Um...

I was at home.

In the garage, uh...

I got these new clips and
cylinders for the Harley.

- That's weird, 'cause
I swung by twice.

You weren't there.

- Oh, yeah.

I was in the garage.

- Yeah, I checked the garage.

Why are you lying?

Yo, I'm...

- I lost him.

Kim, you still got your feed?

- I'm dark. They
must be out of range.

- Just ping Zaco's phone.

- This is Detective Hailey
Upton, badge number 55055.

Requesting an emergency ping.

- I'm sorry, I was
in and out all day.

I don't know when you
were... when you were there.

- So it was just bad timing.

- Yo, why are we
at the old place?

- Adam?

- Hey, what the
hell is going on?

Zaco just dialed
me. Is he driving?

- Yeah, we lost his signal.

We're trying to get
a ping on his phone.

- Why'd he go mobile?

- Arben made him get in his car.

We lost him going
south on Wabash.

- All right, okay, so they're
headed right towards me.

He must have known
he was out of range.

So I'm gonna see if
I can tap in here.

Okay, I got a signal.
- Is he okay?

- I don't know.
Give me a second.

- Take off your jacket.

Do it.

- All right, dude.

Did I tell you,
I got... I got...

I got two tickets to the
Bears game on Sunday.

- Tickets, Adam. Tickets,
that is his safe word.

- Old place. Uh...

He mentioned the old place.

The poker game,
it used to be held

at an old abandoned furniture
factory his dad owns.

He knew I'd know that.
- Where is it?

- It's, like, right by us.
Like, 44th and Wallace.

I'm heading there.

- No, Adam, you
have to wait for us.

You can't be there.
Arben can't see you.

You can't be on record.

- Well, I'm not
letting Zaco die, so...

- All right. I'll
loop in Voight.

We'll roll your way.

- Stop lying to
me, you rat bitch!

- Chicago PD!

You point that at him
again, I'll put you down.

- AJ?

- Drop the gun, Arben.

- Mm-mm. Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm.

- Ruze.

- Hold on, Zaco.

Kim?

Arben shot Zaco.

He fled out the back
of the building.

I need an ambo right now.

- On it.

- All right.

Just hold on, man.

Hold on. I got you.

- Where you been, bro?

- I'm right here, man.

I'm right here, okay?
You just hold on.

The ambulance is on the way.

Just hold on.

Okay?

I got you.

- Chicago PD! Arben, stop!

Sarge, I've got Arben
running into a gangway.

Red and yellow brick
building, corner of Wallace.

No address.

- Hold on to me.

Hold on!

Hold on!

- BP's strong.
Bleeding stopped.

It was a through and through.

Looks like nothing
major was hit.

- All right.

- Really?

Hear that, Ruze?

I'm gonna be okay. She's
not... she's not lying?

- No, see, you got lucky.

- Full blow, man.

Come on.

Right?

Jesus.

Hey, that was fun as hell.

Hey, we should do
that again, huh?

- You're crazy, Z.

Hey, dude, look, uh...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I jammed you.

- Well, I'm sorry.

I'm just glad you're okay.

- Techs ran Arben's gun.

Matches the weapon used
in the Bala murders.

EMTs didn't put
you in the report.

Case is closed.
- Okay.

- Voight says IAD
is backing off.

Stolen weapons
report went through.

- So I'm in the clear.

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Ms. Munn.

I'm sorry, there was
complications during surgery.

Unfortunately, Zachary
died on the table.

We weren't able to revive him.

- Hold on, no, I was
just talking to him.

He was fine. He was
completely coherent.

- I'm sorry, bullet fragments
lodged in his heart.

There was nothing we could do.

- Hold on, though.

That doesn't make any sense.

- This is on you.

No.

It's on you.

- What? What is it?

- I passed the test.
I'm back on the job.