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Tasha Fox.

Where you been hiding since the Academy?

Let's go! Let's go!

- This is my last week. - I'm going to Miami.

Miami?

You telling me you've never thought about anything else?

Something other than Chicago?

Never really thought about what more that

I want other than what I have.

Well, I mean, you can always come with me to Miami.

You gonna send that text or just keep rewriting?

Let me guess... Tasha Fox.

I ain't talked to Tasha Fox since she left for Miami.

Yeah? Why is that?

I don't know.

Complicated.

Maybe I'm just better off alone, Burgess.

Please, Kev, that's not it. You need more than the job.

Send the damn text.

It's a beauty, isn't it?

'68 Mustang Fastback.

390, 4-speed.

Bullitt green.

Just like that Steve McQueen movie.

- You recognize it. - Oh, yeah.

All police know this car.

You police?

Good police.

Nice to meet you, Officer. I'm Mark. I own the lot.

Kevin, man. Good to meet you.

Bullitt was the coolest.

Got the job done, but did it his way.

Didn't care what anyone else thought.

You wanna take it for a ride?

Hell yeah.

Come on, man.

This was my dad's car.

We did the restoration together.

Yeah?

Took us almost two years.

Dad was police, too, down in Indianapolis.

Okay.

After two years of work, what, he didn't want to keep the car?

He died last year.

Cancer.

Sorry to hear that, brother.

Thank you.

I promised him I'd find a...

a worthy home for this girl.

You know, the most iconic cop car of all time

should be owned by a cop.

I can work real miracles with financing.

Come on, man.

I ain't gonna hold you, Mark.

I gotta support my little brother and my little sister.

I own an apartment building that always need repair,

so I'm...

All on an honest cop salary.

Yeah, man.

How about I knock off two grand?

Call it the first responder special.

- Talk to me like that. - Come on, man.

Dad would have given you more of a discount,

but I got bills to pay too.

I understand that.

Okay.

2,500.

2,500 is crazy.

I think you got a deal, man.

I can't... I can't beat that with a bat.

Okay. Just like Bullitt.

Man who knows what he wants and goes for it.

Leave it running.

I have the guys in the back fill her up

and do a quick detail while you get started on paperwork.

Go see Mindy in the front office.

And I'll meet you there in a minute.

All right.

Don't forget what you said about them miracles, Mark.

All right.

- Congratulations. - Thank you, man.

That's the look of a man who's met the love of his life.

Ha-ha.

Well, you know how it is when you find the one, ma'am.

Then far be it from me to keep you two apart.

Come on and let's get the official stuff out of the way.

Get down!

Stay down.

5021 David.

Shots fired on the 4600 block of Cottage Grove.

Two men dressed in all black.

I need any available units.

Ms. Mindy, stay down. I got this.

Stay low.

Chicago PD!

Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon!

Call out if you're okay!

We're okay.

There you go. Hold on for me.

5021 David. 10-1, 10-1.

Shots fired by the offender and the police.

The offender is down.

I got a victim bleeding out. Roll some ambos.

Second offender fled in a 1968 green Mustang

down the alley, westbound. I need some cars.

Come on, Mark.

Come on, Mark.

Mark, you got it.

You got it.

Hey, come on.

Come on, you got it. You got it, Mark.

Come on.

Hold on for me.

Hold on for me. Here you go.

Just hold on, Mark. Come on.

Come on, Mark.

Mark.

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Two masked white men, both armed.

Pulled Mark out the car and shot him.

The shooter jumped in the driver's seat.

The other offender stumbled, was left behind.

Midday shoots.

The traffic's light.

Highway's three blocks away.

- Easy escape route. - Yeah.

The dead offender didn't have a phone. No ID on him.

Forensics running his print right now.

Witness over there said they saw a car pull up in the alley,

drop off two masked men before shots were fired.

Couldn't see the driver but said the car was a metallic blue sedan.

Had a noisy muffler.

All right.

We'll work it.

You good, Kev?

Mm-hmm.

Confirmed with Robbery/Homicide.

There's been an uptick in vehicular jackings

of high-end and vintage vehicles in the last three months.

MO is always the same.

Two masked offenders dropped off by another vehicle.

Offenders work fast, disappear clean, sophisticated.

Don't give a damn about dropping bodies.

No. No. Three homicide victims so far,

not including Mark Albright.

Vehicles just vanish.

Uh, working theory is they're being sold overseas.

There's a big market in Eastern Europe for cars like this.

Dead offender was Alex Roth, 22.

A couple theft priors. Did three years in Danville.

He, uh, has a commercial driver's license.

Parents are dead. Lives alone in Bucktown.

Patrol's at his place now.

Computer's clean. No cell phone.

That's a good crew.

If it were me, I'd collect their phones before the job,

too, just in case.

I'm running all known associates right now.

I'll let you know when anything pops.

Cams from CPIC are in.

Driver knew the best route

to avoid too many cameras.

We lose the Mustang around the same corner

in every single angle.

You got anything?

Uh, I think I got the delivery car.

- What? - Metallic blue GT.

Yeah. Low to the ground, big muffler.

Definitely fits noisy.

Pretty flashy for a getaway car.

Yeah, but these windows are too tinted

to see anything inside.

Wait, I can pull up a plate.

Watch this.

- You ready? - Yeah.

Go.

Looks like X-ray, Robert, 6-3, Adam, 4-7.

Nothing.

Hmm. Okay.

Hold on.

Let me get you a different angle.

What the hell?

Adam, Charlie, 9-0, Eddie, 1-2.

Completely different plates 30 seconds later.

Yeah. No record on file.

Nothing comes back on those tags, either.

Zebra, Queen, 7-7.

Triangle plates.

Uh, what?

Triangle plates.

They popular with the street racers.

They rotate the plates so that cops can't ID them.

Aftermarket extralegals are all custom work, and there's only...

there's only a few garages that do them.

How few?

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm, uh, looking for a guy who works here.

- Casper. - Oh.

He did some, uh, work for a friend of ours,

and I needed his help with something.

Uh-huh. Who's your friend?

His name's Jumbo.

Okay, what's his actual name?

Is Casper here or not?

Yo, Casper.

Where you going?

Hey! Police!

Stop!

Stop!

Hey, stop!

What was the plan?

Hey, I don't want any trouble, okay?

Then why you making me chase you?

Look, my work... my work is perfectly legal.

Yeah, good thing you're running, then.

Triangle plates legal?

Yeah, I don't know anything about those.

You put them on a blue GT we caught leaving your shop.

Same blue GT was just used in a carjacking

where a person was killed. That's felony murder.

Do I need to keep talking?

What do you need?

A name.

Kid's not a criminal, okay?

The car is his baby.

He just wants to race it without the damn cops up his ass.

He goes by Lolo.

All right.

Come on.

Lawrence "Lolo" Vaughn, 22.

Kid's got zero priors.

Clean, no family.

Dad died on deployment in Iraq, 2006.

Mom OD'd when he was a senior in high school.

Been on his own since.

Any connection to our dead offender?

Yeah, they both got their CDL license

from the same trucking school at the same time.

We got multiple hits on Lolo's credit card

from a diner downtown, where one time the check

was split evenly with another credit card, Alex Roth's.

Custom shop owner confirms that the GT is Lolo's car.

No one drives it but him.

Okay, we can find him, press him.

Or...

kid's a street racer. That's a tight-knit community.

Once we grab him up, everybody's gonna know and close ranks.

If this kid is just a driver, which it looks like he might,

we ain't gonna get nothing.

We got a dead man and a pattern full of homicides.

Ain't a good risk.

Let me go under.

I'm Kevin Oaks, car thief and ex-con.

Met Alex Roth in the penitentiary,

released four months ago.

Alex said if I ever had merchandise to move,

find him at the takeover.

Mic check.

- How my mic sound? - You're good.

Copy that.

Okay. And the route's all set.

It's the jogging path through the park,

over Jackson to the outlet, Adams and Wabash.

You just need a signal.

How about Miami?

Go.

Come on!

Found him.

Yeah, see, a cat like myself would have went

with the carbon ceramic rotors.

One, they're lighter. Two, they last longer.

And they're better in high temperatures.

I see you like to come in hot.

Yeah, but not only are they more expensive,

they make less brake dust.

Less brake dust means less smoke.

It doesn't look nearly as good.

And let's be honest. That's what everyone's here for.

True that.

Yeah, hey.

I go by Kevin Oaks.

Hoping you can help me out.

I'm looking for an old homey of mine.

Shorty with the purple hair said you might know him...

Alex Roth.

How do you know Alex?

I was his roommate.

Alex didn't have any roommates.

Man, everybody had roommates downstate.

Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you,

but you're a few days too late.

Alex is dead.

Alex is dead?

Hell are you talking about?

What happened?

Chicago.

Chicago.

Damn.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.

Honestly, I don't even know how to ask this,

but Alex always told me, if I had merchandise,

he might have somebody that I can move it from.

You know who he was talking about?

Nah, sorry.

But enjoy the show, my guy.

Oh, it's cool. It's cool.

It's all good.

You know, I'll probably just have to holler at my plug

down there in Miami.

5021 Ocean, advise all units,

move in on the street takeover at Columbus and Congress.

I repeat, move in now.

Hey!

Orange jacket! Chicago PD!

Hands out of your pocket! Out of your pocket!

Put them on the car, all right?

I'm giving you an order.

Come on. Let's go.

Don't worry about the car. Let's go.

Oh, man. Are you good?

You still look a little white in the gills.

I always look this white, man.

I'm just good.

Out of all places to run to?

What? You know this place?

Yeah, I used to come here with Alex, your guy.

Liked to plan here.

And I had this wicked crush on the waitress who worked here.

Girl was hot.

Yeah?

What happened?

I never made a move.

Story of my life, or at least was.

Hmm.

Appreciate it.

Man, you kind of sound like me.

Got me a little chick.

She's great. It's just complicated.

You know how it is.

What's complicated about it?

She in Miami.

I almost texted her today,

but I stopped myself. I ain't gonna do it.

Nah, nah, nah, dude.

You stuck on stupid?

I'm telling you, send it.

I was you.

I spent way too much time

looking for people to look out for me.

Nah.

If you're not on your way, you're in the way.

Huh.

If you're not on your way, you in the way.

Okay.

Well, where you headed?

I'm getting out of Chicago, man.

I've never been farther than Wisconsin.

Everyone always laughs when I say this,

but I'm gonna buy my own rig...

18-wheeler.

I ain't laughing.

Wait, look at me.

My pops drive a truck from here to the Northern Corridor

out there in Vegas.

He loves what he does.

But them rigs expensive.

How you gonna pay for that?

Bus at a bar in Racine.

Getting work with Alex and this guy.

Won't be getting paid now.

What kind of work was it?

Kind of work I'm looking for?

Nah.

I doubt that. I'm just the driver.

Well, you're the driver.

What was Alex?

What was this guy?

What?

Yo, listen, man, I'm just trying to move some cars.

I ain't mean to jam you up.

I've never actually even seen what the guy looked like without...

He went by Duke.

I don't know where you can find him.

Used to think that he worked with Alex at Alliance,

the auto shop in Brighton.

Okay, Duke from the Alliance shop in Brighton.

Cool. Cool.

- That's helpful, bro. - Uh-huh.

Thanks for looking out.

Yeah, no doubt.

Good luck, man.

Oh, where you going?

Yo, Lolo!

Hey.

What are you... what are you doing here?

Looking for you, dude.

You said you worked at a bar around here.

You got the easiest car in the world to find.

Yo, Lolo.

I did some work.

Found a guy.

Yeah, okay.

- That's good for you, but... - You want to come with me?

You need some cash.

Ain't that what you said?

I figured I'd give you the first right of refusal

since I'm on my way, unless you're going to be in the way.

That's not how you say it, man.

Hey, no bucks, no trucks.

I don't... you...

you want to do it?

I mean, ain't no big deal if you don't.

But if you do...

let's roll.

Can I help you find something?

We're friends of Alex Roth.

Wanted to talk to Duke.

A little subtle, my guy.

Ain't no point in wasting time.

Come on back.

What's up, Lolo?

Surprised to see you.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

Hey, what the hell, man?

Who's your friend?

- Be cool. Be cool. - We should move.

He hasn't given us the signal yet.

He knows what he's doing.

I did a bid in Danville... felony car theft.

That's where I met Alex.

He always told me if I had something good to hit him up,

so that's what I did.

Lolo told me I got to take it by Duke.

So that's what we doing.

But I'm just a mechanic.

I'm a mechanic just like you,

trying to do business just like you.

What do you know about Kias?

You said you're a mechanic.

Yeah, the last thing they want you to know

about this model is that the ignition system

isn't linked to the engine immobilizers.

It's not hard to steal.

All you need is a USB cable and a screwdriver.

But y'all should know that, right?

I got access.

I got access to very nice cars.

All I need is a new partner to help me move this product.

Just slow down a little bit, all right?

I don't know you.

And him?

I haven't seen do nothing but drive.

So you two can show me what you got first.

Hey, man. Hey, wait.

We good.

We all good.

Daniel Horvat is 35.

He's got multiple priors for burglary and assault.

His face popped on facial rec.

And his parents are Croatian refugees.

So they got the connections to ship the cars to Eastern Europe.

He definitely fits our triggerman.

Height, weight, stats all match.

Burgess is sitting on him now.

He's been at the parts store all day.

All right. So what's the play?

Play is, I gotta steal a car with Lolo.

We can take one from the 1505 lot

and hide a tracker in there.

Duke receives the vehicle. Let the tracker do the work.

Locate all the vehicles that are being shipped.

And including the Mustang they killed Mark Albright for.

Tie it together.

Listen, I hear an ASA say the word "entrapment"...

Sarge, we're gonna keep it clean.

Yo, Ocean, you take it to the candy shop.

Everything here is property forfeited and seized by CPD,

clean, legit.

Even if the target tries to run the VIN, it'll pass.

Yeah. We're gonna have to hardwire a tracker.

No problem.

Just gotta pick your favorite.

But this Bentley right here,

we picked up on a sting on Ashland.

It's got bulletproof windows and these run-flat tires?

- Yeah. - Is a problem.

Yo, Kev.

How about this one?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah, she's a beauty.

This the one we want right here.

Got you, At.

Let me go get the keys.

Be right back.

Yeah!

That's what I'm talking about. Let's go.

Hey!

Get off the truck!

Get off the truck!

Throw the keys out the window!

Hurry up!

Uh-huh.

Come on, man. I need the keys to the Lambo.

They're in the lockbox.

Take the keys out the lockbox.

- Okay. - Okay?

Please don't shoot, okay?

I won't shoot if you don't do nothing stupid.

- Okay, I'm going. - Just hurry up!

- Okay. - Give it to me.

- Please don't shoot. - Give it to me. Hurry up.

Put these on.

Put 'em on!

Hey! Cut that alarm off!

One second!

Hurry up, kid!

We need that alarm off!

I got it!

We got company, white, male.

Headed towards you, moving fast.

He must have heard the alarm.

I got it, moving in.

Hey!

Hey, stop! Get down!

- Hey, get back, man! - Get down!

I'm not letting you steal this car!

- Whoa, whoa! Whoa! Hey! - Get down!

Gun! We've got an unknown citizen with a gun.

- Get down! - Hey! Hey!

Come on! Get down!

- Hey, hey! - I will actually shoot you!

- Hey, hey! - Put the gun down!

- Put the gun down, please. - Relax.

Put it down!

- Get down, now! - Hey!

- Mind your damn business... - Oh, my gosh.

Or I'll blow your brains out.

Come on. Put it down.

I will you drop you where you stand!

- Put it down, man. - Don't be dumb.

Get your goofy ass out of here too.

- Just take the car. - Just take the car, okay?

- Let's go. - Get out of here.

- We're leaving. - We're leaving. We're leaving.

Stop playing!

Let's go!

Hurry up!

Let's go.

Let's go!

Clear.

- What the hell? - Hey, calm down.

Calm down, all right? Calm down.

Maybe you're used to having guns in your face.

This is my first time, man!

Well, you did fine, all right?

You did a great job with that. I just need you...

- That guy could totally ID us. - No, he can't.

That guy could totally ID us.

- We had on masks, Lolo. - No, no, no.

- So he can't ID us. - You must have said my name, man.

No, I didn't say your name! Just chill.

Chill, okay? Relax.

Get us where we gotta go,

and we'll be all done with this, all right?

- Just... - I tried to tell you,

I drive cars.

I don't... I don't steal them, man!

Hey, hey, Lolo. Keep your eyes on the road and listen to me.

I need you to tighten up and stay focused, okay?

We still gotta drop this damn car off.

Just keep going. Just calm down, all right?

All right?

You're doing it. You're doing it.

What's this?

You said you wanted us to show you something.

Where'd you get it?

It was on a high line on the way to the Northside.

Fell off the back of the trailer.

It's a good pull.

Good? That was good.

That was hard as hell, man.

I'm not taking it.

- Excuse me? - I'm not interested.

- Get it out. - What?

- The car is perfect. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold up.

You said you wanted to see what we got.

Yeah, and you just did.

But I'm not taking anything.

I don't know where it comes from or who's gonna come looking for it.

We just busted our asses, and now you want us to leave?

I want to get paid, man.

I didn't say I don't want both of you!

I need a crew for a job I trust.

Be here 3:00 tomorrow if you want in.

Get this damn car out of my garage.

We'll be back.

He's smart.

We're not gonna catch this man taking ownership of a stolen vehicle.

How about a... a warrant for the parts store?

One of the vehicles in there will have been reported stolen.

PSMV is a felony.

Unless we can tie it to a specific carjacking,

we don't have a case.

I don't know how much more this kid Lolo can take.

Take him to a meeting, he loses it,

we gonna be dead in the water.

Yeah.

We need an admission from Duke.

Cleanest option is, we get him dead to rights

to Mark's murder.

Yeah, you're gonna have to keep working him, Kev.

I mean, you show up at that meet without Lolo,

Duke will get suspicious.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll prep the kid. I'll get what we need.

You finally texting her?

Huh?

No. Texting Lolo where to meet.

I like Tasha.

- Burgess. - Mm-hmm.

Don't be fishing.

- I'm not fishing. - I'm all good.

- I'm not fishing. - Everything's finally settled.

Things are quiet.

Yeah, but you deserve more than that.

You know that, right?

Everything might not fall apart if you tried.

Damn, we got a problem.

What?

Lolo wants out.

Lolo.

No.

I told you, I'm not interested, man.

Where are you going, Lolo?

- Going somewhere? - Yeah, I am.

I can't do this.

I don't want another gun in my face.

And how the hell do you know where I live?

With the tracker on your car, I followed you.

A tracker? What are you...

And you're gonna keep helping me until we bring in Duke.

What?

You're police?

Are you kidding me?

We robbed a car together.

Everything you told me about your dad and your girl...

All true.

And I still need your help.

No. No.

I already told you I'm done. I'm not doing this.

I don't want this. All right?

Screw you!

- I'm not helping you, man. - All right.

You can take off, but you'll be arrested

and charged for aggravated vehicular hijacking

and felony murder.

You already told me that you dropped off the offenders.

Right?

Yeah, man, but I didn't kill anybody, man!

You've been pushing me to be here!

You're the one who's put me here, man!

No. You drove the getaway car to a carjacking.

That's what put you here.

Let's make a deal.

You give me full cooperation.

You do this and you do this well,

I'll tell the ASA that you helped me as an informant.

I'll put you on paper as a John Doe.

You'll never have to testify.

That's a thing?

You're not a killer.

I know that.

But I need your help. You need your help.

Decide now.

What do I have to do?

Follow my lead.

You're late.

Come on.

Sorry we late.

Come here.

Come here.

What do you see?

Beautiful German engineering.

Some clown put the wrong spark plugs in here, though.

This whip ain't gonna make it half a block.

You sure you're Alex's friend?

- None of them seem too smart. - Yeah.

Well, I mean, you know we all here, man.

What's the plan?

That's Kent Wellington's Instagram,

some tech guy that moved back to Winnetka from Silicon Valley.

Tomorrow, Wellington's taking his private jet to Vail.

While he's posing for selfies on the mountain,

we're gonna move in, clean him out... easy score.

Okay. He taking the whole family?

Nah, just the wife. Kids'll be in school.

What if they're not?

I mean, what if they ditch?

That's what I did when my parents booked.

Then we deal with them.

Deal with them?

Hold up, man. I steal cars.

I don't kill people.

When I say "deal with them," I mean tie them up

and keep them quiet.

Guys, I take what I want when I want it,

but I don't take extra risks.

Here we go.

He doesn't give a damn about risks.

That's why Alex is dead.

Alex was clumsy and dumb.

But he knew what he was signing up for.

No. He didn't want to kill people.

You got a big mouth.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Everybody, be cool.

No, no, no. Let him admit it.

You didn't give a damn about Alex.

You just used him, and then you left him to die.

Alex wanted to get rich!

He didn't care if people in our way got killed.

He didn't care when I shot that salesman.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Got him.

Imani, let's move.

It's not my fault that your bitch-ass friend...

- Hey. - Couldn't get in the car...

- Come on, man. - Fast enough.

- What? - Come on, come on, come on.

I think we all get the point.

I get the point. He gets the point. We all get it, right?

- Chicago PD! - Hands up!

Hey, Burgess, cover the back!

Chicago PD!

Police! Stop!

We got one offender in custody.

I got nothing in the back.

I got the offender fleeing northbound down the side of the street!

No!

Let it go!

I'll put another one in there. Don't play with me.

911, this is Officer Kevin Atwater,

badge number 52784.

Shots fired by the offender and the police.

The offender is down.

I got an offender and a civilian down.

I need ambos at 1248 West 43rd Street.

The hell are you doing?

- I just wanted to help. - Just hold that right there.

Only way you can help me now is if you hold on.

Put some pressure on that! Stop playing! The hell are you doing?

Just keep it locked, okay?

- Yeah. - Hold on, Lolo. You got it.

I need those ambos! Hurry up!

We got him.

You did good.

You did real good.

KC's already cooperating.

He gave us the address to a warehouse

just a few blocks away,

full of stolen cars ready to be shipped.

- Mustang's there too. - All right.

Keep an eye on that for me.

You got it.

You get him?

Yeah, we got him.

You did good.

I got shot.

Well, that's what happens, man.

You shouldn't have got mixed up in all this stuff anyway.

You meant what you said?

It wasn't all crap?

It wasn't all crap.

You're gonna be good.

Just go get healed up.

Go get that truck.

Hey, remember what I said.

If you're not on your way...

Hey, man.

Just get this guy out of here.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking for a man about 6'2",

cute smile,

big soulful brown eyes,

very sexy.

He was last seen in this apartment.

Yeah, I don't know if that Miami badge is gonna do you

too many favors around here.

Come on. Stop playing.

I pity the fool who's gonna find out.

You funny.

Come on in.

Oh.

Mm.

So...

How was the flight?

I haven't seen you in three months, and that's the best you got?

- Barely two months. - Two and a half.

Either way it go, I'm very glad you're here.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Sorry I didn't call you sooner.

You know, I just kind of had some stuff to think about,

trying to find the answers to those questions you had.

What do you want?

I want to see you.

I want to get to know you better.

Mm.

I...

I gotta tell you something.

Tell me what?

Miami sucks?

I could have told you that.

What...

what, you spoken for all of a sudden?

You dating the Miami Dolphins, ain't you?

I'm pregnant.

And I... I should have told you before, but I just...

I wanted to see what I wanted before I told you.

And I thought a lot about it.

And I want this baby.

Whether you're in our lives or not, I want this baby.

And that's not gonna change.

But then you reached out, so I...

I thought maybe...

Kevin.

You okay?