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Canary ville is Chicago.

But it's kind of not at the same time, you know?

My whole life's been here...

nowhere else but this neighborhood

that felt like a small town growing up.

My best memories happened here,

so I guess it was the biggest place on Earth.

Everything seems bigger when you're a kid.

But then I grew up,

and now this place feels so small, so familiar.

People love familiar things

because it reminds them of their past.

Makes them feel comfortable.

But what if that comfort is lying to you?

Or what if...

you're lying to yourself?

All right, it's official.

Roots are growing into the piping.

Mack, I know why your bathroom's clogging.

I have to get the plumber out here this weekend.

Otherwise, that pipe's going to collapse.

Hey, uh, so this came in the mail.

Fairfield Park Academy?

How'd some fancy private school get our address?

Uh, I... I gave it to them.

I called their admissions office, like, a week ago?

Really? You did?

I did.

Um, I... I-I meant to tell you.

- I hope so. - Um...

it's just that

they have an excellent college placement rate

and their student body is over 50% Black.

This is in the suburbs.

That's like an hour drive each way.

We have a hard enough time getting her to her stuff as it is.

Yeah, I know.

Um, but, you know, it's still early in the school year.

It might be an OK time to change her environment.

What about her friends?

I mean, she likes her school.

Why are we going to fix something that's not broken?

The hell is going on so early?

Cammie texted there's a bunch of cars on Wallace.

All right, I'll check the radio.

Intelligence.

We heard you caught a body.

We looking at a homicide, or?

Homeowners are retired.

Yeah, we know the Wilsons. We live down the street.

45 minutes ago, the Wilsons go into their storm cellar

to grab some tools, instead discover a body.

Oh, Mrs. Wilson looks so nervous.

Yeah.

Did they see anything? How much did they see?

Not much. They were too spooked.

But we did clear the premises and can confirm the victim's a girl.

19, maybe 20. No ID on her.

Any witnesses see anyone flee?

- No. - Great.

Officer, can I borrow your light?

- Yep. - Thank you.

We got blood.

And scratch marks.

Oh, God.

Is that Natalie King's daughter from down the block?

Yeah.

Yeah, Sasha.

Sasha King.

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What if all we ever were was just trapped?

Stuck.

Like ants,

captured in sap,

wanting so badly to get away.

But we were never leaving.

Everything was a lie.

The comfort, all those familiar little things...

just a lie, a trick to trap you close.

Name's Sasha King. 19 years old.

She's a Canaryville local.

You know her?

Not real well.

We know her mom. It's a small neighborhood.

She went to the school Mack goes to.

She was raised over on Normal. Still lived at home.

Her dad committed suicide a few years back, right?

- Yeah. - Mom struggled with it.

Some alcohol use there.

Cause of death is brain hemorrhaging

from blunt force trauma.

There's a lot of blood loss over by the door.

Yeah, she tried to get out.

Yeah, she was alive when they locked her down here.

Time of death between 10:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m. last night.

- She was found like this? - Yeah.

I mean, there's no clothes on scene.

There's no keys. There's no phone, no wallet.

There's some tearing on her underwear.

- We could be looking at a rape. - Mm.

I just spoke with the Wilsons.

They got home early this morning

after spending the night with her son in Oak Park.

Alibi checks out. They're not our offenders.

No, they never were. Wilsons are good people.

All right, Torres, you lead the knock and talk,

scour PODs, see if you can dump Sasha's phone.

I want a complete timeline of all her movements last night.

You two go let her mom know she just lost her daughter.

News spread fast.

Yeah. Hey.

Danny. How you doing?

Hey, Natalie.

I don't need your notification, Adam.

I know my daughter's dead.

Why would anybody want to hurt Sasha?

Do you know who did this?

Not yet, no.

We're still gathering information, but we're going to find them.

Natalie.

Are you OK if I... I just take a look around?

Yeah.

Can we speak privately? Come on.

You know that saying, "canary in a coal mine?"

It's like that.

Canaries were put in coal mines

to warn the coal miners of carbon monoxide poisoning.

They'd first stop singing...

Start suffocating...

Till they fell off their little perch.

Dead, just like that.

No warning.

Just a quick, horrible death.

Last I saw Sasha was yesterday morning around 8:00.

Do you know anybody that would want to hurt Sasha?

No.

What about new guys in her life?

No. Not any that I know of, anyway.

Lily, right? Officer Walsh's daughter.

Yeah.

How you holding up?

I've seen you and Sasha hanging around together. You guys were friends?

Yeah. Best friends.

When's the last time you saw her?

Um...

a couple days ago.

It'd been a while since we hung.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's all right.

We've been besties since second grade.

I just...

we'd gotten so busy lately.

She'd been working for the campaign a lot.

OK, whose campaign was she working for?

Greg Whitman. He's running for governor.

Was she having issues there? Anybody giving her a hard time?

Uh, no. Everyone liked her there.

Natalie.

Is that a boyfriend of Sasha's?

No, that's my brother.

Sasha and Tommy used to hang out.

You know, like, hook up.

It was casual.

Were they hooking up recently?

I don't know.

Their situation was on and off.

- Wasn't a big thing. - Sure.

Do you know how things ended between them?

Lily said Sasha's relationship

with her brother ended fine, but Tommy Walsh, I mean,

this kid's growing into a bit of a bad seed.

Got quite the rap. He is 24 years old,

son of Frank Walsh, retired police.

He's got two priors, one for possession with intent.

The other is an assault charge against a female that went away

due to a bad victim.

Or Frank Walsh made it go away.

Nah. Nah, Frank, he's good police.

Known him for forever.

Looked after me in the Academy. He's a stand-up dude.

He's also a father.

Yo.

I'm still waiting on the DNA results

from the buccal swab and the rape kit.

Cellar's gonna take some time. There's a lot of foreign DNA.

But we do have all of Sasha's cell tower data from last night.

Her phone died at 7:00 p.m.

Pulled historical data shows her phone died all the time,

so nothing weird there.

Before her phone died,

she did receive several calls from Tommy Walsh

between the hours of 5:00 to 7:00 p.m.

We got text messages, too.

"Come on, Sasha. Don't be a bitch."

"I know you want it. Meet me."

"All these games you play, and you're going to

find yourself playing with the wrong person."

He sounds good for it.

What sounds better is that Sasha's last cell tower ping

was two blocks away from Tommy Walsh's residence in Canaryville.

All right, Kim, Adam, I want you to move on it.

Just remember he's a copper's son.

Be fast and quiet.

Place is nice.

There he is.

Hey, Tommy.

What do youwant?

CPD. We want to ask you a few questions.

What about?

It's all good, man. We just need to chat.

- Got him. - I'll take north.

Kim, he just went over Josie's back roof.

He's going to drop down behind the Bracktons'.

Copy.

Kamie's got her truck parked back there.

It'll force him west. I'm going to cut him off.

Copy you.

- Get off of me! - Stop fighting, Tommy.

Get off me! Get off!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Is there anything on you that could hurt me, Tommy?

Huh?

What's this?

What's this?

I've been thinking about the people closest to me.

Who have been there for most of my firsts...

Who have made me feel comfortable, safe.

It feels so good when it's good, you know?

But really, they're hiding something dirty,

dangerous even.

And one day,

all I see is a familiar stranger.

And it's the face of someone I'd never want to know.

Recognize that?

Sasha made a bunch of these tapes, Tommy.

She recorded her whole life.

That's you she's talking about, isn't it?

You're the familiar stranger, aren't you?

Here's what we know, Tommy.

We know that you saw Sasha last night.

In fact, we think you were the last person with her.

So what happened?

She didn't want to be with you anymore?

That made you mad?

I get that, I do.

You've known her your whole life.

You're the son of a cop.

You gotta know if we got you sitting in front of us

like this, we got a damn good reason.

We're building a case for rape and murder.

I didn't rape or murder anyone!

Sit down.

Tell us what happened then.

I don't know what the hell she was talking about

on that tape, and I wouldn't know.

Sasha was too good for me now.

Huh.

And yet, you were with her last night.

Hank, need you downstairs.

Frank, let's go in the office.

No! No! I want to see my goddamn son!

I understand. You know I do.

- Let's just keep... - No. Don't do that.

You couldn't have given me a courtesy, Adam?

- I'm police. You know me. - Frank...

How many times me and you been down at Kelly's having drinks, huh?

Frank. I'm Sergeant Voight...

Yeah, I know all about you, Hank Voight.

Well, then I'm sure you also know

that CPD has the right to hold with or without counsel.

- We got 72 hours. - Yeah, it's 48.

We found 2 grams of heroin on Tommy, Frank.

Judge Clarkson granted us an extension.

Are you kidding me?

Listen, it's nothing personal. We're doing our jobs.

I know you understand that.

- Nothing personal? - No.

That's my goddamn son!

He didn't kill anyone.

Frank.

He's staying.

Yeah?

Well, then so am I.

I'm not leaving until Tommy does.

And I'm calling my lawyer.

If you go near my son before he arrives,

I'll have all your badges.

OK.

We got a hit on Sasha.

She swiped her CTA card last night at 9:20 p.m.

at the Halsted stop.

After she was with Tommy?

Yep, she got off the train

next to Greg Whitman's campaign office

on the Mag Mile at 9:40 p.m.

No Tommy Walsh in sight.

There's no evidence she ever got back on the CTA.

Card never swipes again. Nothing on CTA's footage.

OK, well, this changes the timeline.

Doesn't clear Tommy.

Sure, but why'd she go into work that late?

How'd she get back to Canaryville, wind up dead?

Head over to Whitman's office. Find out.

So leave. Just leave.

That's what I tell myself.

But can you?

Can you really just leave?

Or does the past follow you?

Does that sap just drip from your bones

until you're pulled back?

Hey, Kim Burgess, detective at Chicago PD.

Who do I talk to in order to access the cameras?

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Officer Ruzek.

You got a minute to talk?

Um, I don't work here.

Alex Feldman. I'm a donor.

Dropped by to see Greg, but I just missed him.

OK, when Greg's out of the office, who's in charge?

Uh, campaign manager's gone for the day,

so I guess that... that would be me.

I'm Edna Lopez, field director.

Uh, w-what is this about?

Sasha King.

She's a volunteer here, right?

Yeah.

What time did you guys close yesterday?

Um, we were closed yesterday

due to the, uh, rally in Deerfield,

so nobody should have been here during the day...

Look, I'm sorry, but w-what's this about?

Investigating Sasha's murder.

What?

She was found dead this morning.

Oh, my God.

Um...

Uh, sorry. I just...

I think I need... need a minute.

Um, I'm just going to use the restroom.

One second.

All right, Kim, I got a woman leaving.

Latina, brown hair. She's heading towards the garage.

Hey! Hey! Chicago PD!

Wait! Do not get in the car!

Ah!

Hey, hey, hey! Stop the car! Get out of the car!

Jesus! Are you OK?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

OK, I need you to get out of the car.

It's my fault! It's all my fault!

What? Have you been drinking?

She's dead because of me!

I get it, Edna.

But you said it was all your fault. Why?

You have to help us understand this.

What happened, Edna? Did you hurt her?

No. No, I'd never. No.

OK, so then why is it your fault?

I just... I told her something that I shouldn't have, OK?

OK.

What was it? What'd you tell her?

Edna.

You're not going to be able to leave until you talk to us.

I know that you get that. What'd you tell Sasha?

I... I went to one of Alex's parties.

Alex Feldman, the donor you met.

OK.

I, uh,

I went to one three nights ago.

And then...

he invited me to an afterparty.

It was some old house.

Like, I-I-I blacked out.

Do you think that you were roofied?

You know, I... I don't know.

But...

I did feel, like,

weird in the morning.

Like... like my body was... was sore.

Edna, do you think, um...

do you think that you were raped?

Do you think that you can tell me what happened next?

Could you do that?

Um...

uh, Sasha noticed some bruises on me

the next day at work.

She... she thought something bad had happened.

She kept trying to convince me to report it.

OK, so this is why she went back to the office last night.

Yeah.

Yeah, she, uh,

she wanted to meet me, but I... I freaked out.

You know, I... I can't have this be true, OK?

Like, I have to work with this guy.

I just... I can't, I can't. So I just...

I wanted it to stop, OK?

And so I told him that she wanted to meet me,

and he was supposed to...

Who... who are we talking about?

- Who did you tell? - I told Alex!

I told Alex. I'm so sorry.

I don't know, he must have met her instead of me.

And...

He must have killed her.

Do you buy it?

Well, Sasha was going to blow the whistle.

Gives Alex motive.

He's got plenty of it. He's got millions.

How'd she make it back to Canaryville?

I mean, why would Alex kill her there?

All right, what have we got?

We sorted through all of this campaign footage,

and Alex was there.

Him and Sasha never made it inside,

but we got them both out in the street.

You got a time stamp?

10:15 p.m., around the time she died.

OK, so, what?

He drove her to Canaryville, things escalated in the car?

Do we have the car in Canaryville?

No, not yet.

It's not enough to get his GPS records or search warrant.

A guy like that, that kind of money?

We bring him in, there's no way he talks.

We need more.

Yo, Kev.

You good in back?

Yep, all good. Got eyes on the back door.

All right, Kim, you're up.

OK, that ought to do it.

Hey, look at me.

Plan's simple, OK?

I'm your older cousin looking to party after a divorce.

And what are you doing?

Find Alex. Get him talking.

Get him to confess Sasha's murder.

Exactly.

You know what to do because we've talked it through.

All right.

It's Alex.

He's here.

You made it.

Didn't piss off mom too much, did you?

Shut up.

That face.

I have never seen a face like that before.

- It's a good one. - Oh, yeah?

Well, here's my mouth telling you to let go of my arm.

- Not till you get a stamp. - What?

- New faces get stamps. - What...

It just helps us regulars

be on our best behavior when we're talking to you.

Cool talk. You can go now.

- You just need to relax. - Look, I'm just scared, Alex.

Why?

I mean, yeah, no, it's awful that she's gone.

But you know, uh, it's Chicago.

That's your answer? Citywide crime rate?

- I said a lot of things, OK? - Alex.

Come on.

Hey, Kim. What's your 20?

Yeah.

Headed to a room on the east side.

Sorry.

Getting eyes now.

Hey, you.

Remind me your name.

You said that you would take care of Sasha.

- What did that mean? - I don't know.

You know, I have keys to every room.

I'll be right back.

Kim, what's going on?

Adam, Adam. It's the stamp.

They drugged it, OK?

I want you to hold until you have a confession.

- Hold. - Hold on.

What? What did you say? Where are you?

No warning.

Just a quick, horrible death.

Sasha?

Kim?

I came to you. I was honest with you.

Oh, my God. Damn it! You... honesty?

Yeah? You want honesty? Will that shut you up?

Edna's good.

We're close.

All right, Kim. Edna's close.

Are you OK? Are you OK to keep going?

Kim?

Kim? Hey!

Sometimes I feel like that bird.

Content, even excited.

Then everything switches

and I feel like I'm suffocating again.

Kim, answer me one more time.

Hold. Hold for the confession.

Hi, hon.

Where were we?

What the hell, you bitch.

Kim. Hey, you all right?

You with me? Hey.

Come on. Hey.

Hey.

Talk to me.

Ambulance is on the way.

Hey.

Doctor's waiting for your blood results.

Looks like it was some sort of homemade transdermal compound.

I'm OK.

I'm fine, really.

What do we... what do we have?

- Alex Feldman's in custody. - Good.

Uh, we... we didn't get the confession we hoped for,

but Edna will testify to the rape.

We brought in all the other males from the party.

We're going to question them.

As for the other prick, Dane Simmons,

he's the owner of the house.

We'll throw charges at him for administering the drugs

and his assault on you.

You were close to getting that confession, weren't we?

Yeah, we were, but I wasn't waiting any longer.

I had him and I gave an order.

You should have seen this little girl's room.

Adam.

It looked like Mack's.

Same karate trophies, same hair gel, same book.

I... I gotta go.

Wait. Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim.

Hey.

I'm fine.

Let's get back to work.

Yes.

Oh, God.

But we got you on video

physically assaulting Sasha King

the night of her murder.

You raped her, didn't you?

- No. - No?

What, you just killed her?

No.

Alex, you and your friends think it's fun

to drug young women and then rape them

while they are unconscious.

And now you want me to believe you wouldn't rape and kill

a girl who was going to blow the whistle on you?

- I didn't. - Uh-huh.

I didn't!

Yes, I grabbed her.

Yes, I threatened her. But then I drove her home.

That is it, I swear to God.

Then how come Sasha's mom

never saw her come home that night?

What?

How come Sasha's not alive and well?

Why didn't she wake up in her bed?

I-I don't know.

- That's not adding up, Alex. - I don't know!

I...

I, uh, I never said that she went inside.

I... I never saw her go inside.

She just... she stood outside.

She just stood there?

Yes.

She... she was standing on her porch

looking down the street when... when I left.

Well, that's convenient.

- I'm telling the truth. - Uh-huh.

I suppose your car's GPS can confirm all this?

No, I... I disabled it.

Huh.

I swear I didn't kill her.

We have zero evidence that Alex actually drove her home.

For all we know,

he drove Sasha to that cellar and killed her.

Yeah, but we have zero proof of that, too, Torres.

Hey.

Forensics is still working Alex's car.

And Sasha's prints are all over it, but there's no blood.

That means results came in, too.

Trace amounts of semen were found inside Sasha.

They match Tommy's DNA.

ME can't confirm rape. No tearing or abrasions.

But it is confirmation that Sasha and Tommy had sex

in the hours prior to her death.

So what the hell are we looking at?

I mean, did Tommy go back to see her

after Alex allegedly dropped her off?

Or did he see her at 7:00, have sex,

and then never see her after that?

Well, we just need more.

We need evidence of what happened

after Sasha and Alex came back to Canaryville that night.

We've still got hours on the clock on Tommy and Alex.

So dig. Just keep digging.

We're missing something.

I've been thinking about the people closest to me.

Who had been there for most of my firsts.

Who have made me feel comfortable, safe.

It feels so good when it's good, you know?

But really,

they're hiding something dirty,

dangerous even.

And one day, all I see is a familiar stranger.

And it's the face of someone I'd never want to know.

I've been thinking about the people closest to me.

Who have been there for most of my firsts.

Who have made me feel comfortable, safe.

A familiar stranger.

And it's the face of someone I'd never want to know.

Hey.

Just bringing you coffee. What's up?

What if Alex was telling the truth?

OK, so Alex said that he dropped her off at home,

but she didn't go in, right? She just stood on her porch

looking down the street at something.

I mean, you know, most of these folks don't have cameras.

Going to be a long shot.

What if she was looking at someone?

Like someone who had come to see her?

Kim.

Chicago Police.

Does your car have cameras that record?

Mm-hmm.

You're thinking Tommy?

No, not Tommy.

10:51, that's it.

Can you enhance it?

I'm thinking the other person she had all her firsts with.

- Hi. - Hey.

Do you mind if I come inside?

It'll just be a second.

Where's... where's your dad?

Oh. Out.

- Oh. - He'll be back soon.

Why? Do you need to talk to him

- about... - Do you mind if I wait here?

Can I sit?

Um, OK.

I'm really sorry about all this.

Must be so hard on you.

I mean, you and Sasha were best friends, right?

From, like, second grade?

Yeah.

My daughter, Mack...

M-Makayla... she has a couple of friends like that.

Yeah.

Must have been hard, too, with, uh,

Sasha moving on to different things, right?

Like the campaign and the new people...

Wanting something else, something...

I don't know, that felt more like her,

something...

away from here, away from you...

I think you should actually go.

My dad might be able to help you,

- but I... - That's you.

With Sasha outside of her house, isn't it?

Lily.

Here's what's going to happen.

They're going to come inside and they're going to search

and you're going to come with me down to the district.

But the more you tell me right now, the easier it'll be.

The truth will help you here, honey.

OK.

I think that you met up that night.

You went to the storm cellar,

a place that you'd hung out a thousand times before.

But you got into a fight because your best friend

in the whole world was leaving you.

It was changing.

And that hurt like hell, didn't it?

I don't think that you meant to kill her, but she hit her head hard,

hit it on something, and she wasn't moving.

Please stop.

And you panicked. You got scared.

And instead of helping her... instead of helping her,

you ripped her panties and made it look like a rape.

Please stop!

Please!

My dad says that I don't have to talk to you.

- He's taking care of it. - God, what?

- We're not gonna talk. - OK, what do you mean?

What do you mean your dad's taking care of it?

Lily, where's your father?

Jesus.

Guys, we have a problem. Frank's not here.

He may be destroying evidence. Find him.

Copy.

All right, seeing here Frank got a call

from Lily three hours ago.

He left 21 immediately after and turned his phone off.

Lily must have panicked and confessed to him.

- He went home then. - You know where he went next?

Hold on. I lose him.

All right, here, last hit is at

the intersection of Pershing and Racine.

Ah, Frank.

All right, it's got to be the creek.

Bubbly Creek. He's going to dump evidence.

Frank.

What are you doing? Step away from the vehicle.

Put the gun down.

I've known you, Adam, since you were a little boy.

You know me, my family.

I do. I do, so put the gun down, please.

You know Lily.

She's a good girl.

She loved Sasha.

Lily was her friend.

Sasha never felt like she fit in here,

but she fit with Lily 'cause Lily was good to her.

- She's good. - I know, Frank.

And she's going to need you now.

You can't be out here doing this.

Give me the gun so I can keep you out of trouble.

What if it was Makayla?

What if it was your girl, Adam?

It's my girl.

She's a good kid.

Please, just let me take care of this.

It'll help her. Please.

Please.

God damn it.

I gotta cuff you, Frank.

Adam.

I have to.

All right, you ready to go?

Just about, yeah.

Hey.

You like living in our house?

Yeah, I love it.

I mean, I love what it means to you.

Look, I know it can feel like you're stuck in time there.

And it's kind of falling apart.

Adam, it's not about the house.

We're raising a kid that doesn't look like us.

We can't give Mack your childhood.

I mean, we can't... look, we can't give her mine, either.

Neither exist for her. You know that, right?

Sure.

Sure.

Hold on. I mean...

she's good, right?

She's happy. Isn't she?

Yeah.

Baby, yeah, she's happy.

OK.

I'm scared that she's disconnected from herself in ways that...

I don't even think she realizes,

ways we might not even realize.

Our roots, our house, our neighborhood,

they're not going to be hers in the same way.

She needs something outside of us.

She needs something that's her own.

Maybe outside of Canaryville.

Oh.

I'm scared to let go, to leave this place.

My home.

My mom.

She needs me.

But I think I really need this, too.

Because maybe I can be whoever I want to be.

I can just be me.

I don't know what it'll all be like.

But I'm excited for what comes next.