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You came highly recommended--

the judge who exonerated Odell Morgan.

She was impressed by your tenacity.

She actually said you're more like

a dog with a bone, but...

She knows that we're dying for volunteers here.

Is that what got you interested

in the restorative justice program?

The Morgan case?

Yeah.

The judge also mentioned you were quiet.

So today, your job is to foster dialogue and remediation

so that both the victim and the offender

have a chance to heal.

You good?

Yeah.

Malik, hey.

This is Officer Torres.

Officer Torres, Malik and his parents,

Troy and Carla.

How you doing, man?

Go ahead, shake the man's hand.

You can call me Dante.

I'm off duty now.

Mm.

Malik has now taken full responsibility

for his actions and now has the techniques to deescalate.

Correct?

Before an argument turns into real-world violence.

Real world?

It all started on their phones,

some social media beef.

Cam started it.

But you ended it, right?

Online, these kids say whatever they want

with no consequences.

So Malik got in his head that he was a big man.

He threw a Molotov cocktail at Cam's fence,

and now we're here.

So we've come up with a plan.

Dante, you'll accompany Malik to Cam's parents' house

and repair the damage.

Complete the circle.

All right, get your ass up.

Thank you, Dante.

Hey, don't let my son forget that, back in the day,

this kind of thing would have ended up

one of three ways:

jail time, a beatdown, or both.

Let's go.

Your dad, he's--

he's old-school, huh?

You don't believe in restorative justice?

Car or a girl?

What?

The online beef.

You some kind of Jesus freak?

It's not Jesus.

It look like it to me.

St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes.

Mm.

That's the kind of thing a Jesus freak would say.

It was all lies, what Cam was saying online.

I mean, it was about a girl, but it was all lies.

Said I got no game.

Was it worth this?

Around here, you can't let that disrespect slide.

People gonna treat you like a bitch

for the rest of your life.

So yeah.

Okay.

We're glad you've chosen to make it right, Malik.

I know it's uncomfortable.

And we think restorative justice is a great idea,

getting these boys to realize the impact of their actions,

getting law enforcement mixed in with community.

Makes everyone safer.

So, uh...

you got something to say?

Yeah.

Sorry I, you know, burned your fence.

You know, everything.

All right, we'll get to work.

Let me know if you need anything.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, this looks awful.

What?

I mean, look at their fence.

Some crusty-ass pickets.

Our part looks too legit.

We got to fix the whole thing.

Relax, Jesus freak.

I'm not going to church or anything.

I'm just saying.

If we do it, we should do right.

Okay.

I'll get some more paint.

All right.

Hey! Malik!

No. No.

Oh, my God.

Offender fled in a blue four-door Nissan.

I couldn't make out the plates,

but he was going eastbound on 106th Street.

- Officer? Officer. - I need cars right now.

Hey, don't step on the sidewalk.

Oh, God.

Here. Oh, my God.

Is he-- - Step back.

Don't step on the sidewalk.

Is anyone inside hurt? - Oh, my God.

Is he-- - Ma'am, listen to me.

They fired multiple shots.

Is anyone inside hurt? - No.

No, sir. No, we're fine.

You sure?

- Police! - Hands!

Let's see hands!

Hey, CPD!

I'm Intelligence!

Dispatch told you there was going to be a plainclothes.

My badge is around my neck.

I'm taking it out.

Slow.

I need a perimeter.

All right? They're not involved.

Here, hold pressure on this, yeah?

Don't let anyone step on the sidewalk.

Keep the pressure on.

Sir?

I know.

Just--just keep the pressure until the EMTs arrive.

You don't call it.

You understand?

All right.

Shut down the block.

Get back inside.

They're going to have to interview you

as witnesses.

No, patrol unit 506 is holding down the scene.

I'm mobile canvassing for the wanted Nissan.

I need a perimeter set 2 miles out, so where are my cars?

- 10-4, 5021 Ocean. Cars are en route.

Three minutes out.

Hey, move!

Come on!

5021 Ocean, I got eyes on the wanted Nissan.

It's crashed just off 111th and Exchange.

Unknown if still occupied.

I'm approaching now.

Copy, 5021 Ocean.

Police!

Step out of the vehicle right now!

Step out of the vehicle, or I will shoot you!

5021 Ocean.

Any 5021 units available?

5021 Ida. Ocean, go with your traffic.

- Yeah, I got blood. - Torres got a scene.

Yeah, we just heard.

Offender appears to be on foot

on 111th and Exchange.

I don't have eyes.

I need a perimeter, a search team,

and I need cars right now.

All right, 10-4.

We're en route from the district.

You got plates?

Nah, plates have been stripped.

But I got the VIN.

Let me text you a picture.

Copy. We'll run it on the way.

Hey, ma'am?

Police. - Get in the house.

Hey, did you see anyone come through here?

Did you see anyone come through?

We didn't see anything.

Hey.

Hey, police.

Hey, sir, did you see anyone come through here?

Anyone injured?

5021 Ocean, I'm following a blood trail

into the Oakley Homes.

Five-oh!

Copy, 5021 Ocean.

Be advised, we have units rolling your way.

- Five-oh! - That's them!

That's them! Code 7!

That's them!

Yo, listen, I'm not here for narcotics.

A kid was just killed,

and I'm looking for the shooter.

Did you see anyone?

Anyone run up here, bleeding?

Listen, I got half a district waiting for my signal.

So either you step up, or they're coming in.

And they are gonna care about that.

The roof.

Hey!

Cam!

Stop running!

5021 Ocean, offender fleeing westbound on foot,

away from the Oakley Homes housing project.

Suspect is male, Black, 6 foot, wearing a green jacket,

identified as Cam Webb.

- Ocean. - Yeah.

I ain't got nothing yet.

It's all clear past 120th,

and we got the perimeter shut down.

Yeah, no sign of him, man.

You sure you got a positive ID?

It was him. It was Cam Webb.

I saw him two hours ago.

He's the reason Malik was even here.

Malik was trying to make things right, apologize,

and then he got shot at.

I ran the VIN on that vehicle.

Came back to Cam.

You checked the house?

The parents aren't cooperating.

We got one shot to the head.

Several other rounds hit sporadically.

All .380s.

Witnesses?

No, none that are talking.

Just you.

Yeah, I--I--

I didn't see anything.

I--my head was in the trunk, getting some paint.

And then... it happened in two seconds.

- Please! - I want to see him!

Show me my son! - I'm sorry, sir, you can't.

- I want to see my boy! - I got it, guys.

Come on, show me my boy!

I want to see my boy!

Troy. Troy.

Hey, Troy. Troy. - Show me my boy!

You remember me? It's Dante.

Is that Malik?

Is that my boy? Is it?

Yes.

Is he dead?

Is he dead?

Yes.

Sir--

Your boy did this! Your boy!

- No, my son didn't do this. - Your boy!

Where is he? I'ma kill him!

- Cam didn't do anything! - He shot my kid!

Where is he? - This wasn't my son!

No, where your boy at? Huh?

- No! - Where is he?

Malik was here, making it right!

- You ain't gonna touch my son! - What'd your boy do?

Huh? What'd he do?

What'd your boy do?

Adam, get those people back inside the house right now.

I'm telling you, this wasn't my son!

Yeah, he did! He shot my kid!

Hey, sir, you're the father?

Hey, hey, you're the father?

Yes? Sir? - Yeah, I'm the father.

- Okay. Hey. - Yeah, they killed my boy.

Okay, you can see your son if you stop yelling.

You hear me?

Hey, look at me.

Sir, please stop yelling.

You can sit with your son right now, okay?

You just can't touch him, you understand?

You sit with him as long as you need.

All right, you ready?

Come on, let's go.

Grab Burgess.

Go talk to the family.

I got you.

Come on.

I need you to be careful.

There's blood there. Okay?

We understand you are trying to do your job.

But this wasn't our son.

Okay, okay.

Then help us eliminate him as a suspect.

Where is he?

- We told you he's out. - That is not an answer.

You know that that's not an answer.

Cam didn't do this.

He would never do this.

What time did he leave?

Does he own a weapon?

Do you?

I saw Cam injured, fleeing.

I saw the blue Nissan.

Do you understand that?

What you saw was a Black man in the Wild Hundreds

running from police.

That could have been anybody.

Green coat with a hood.

Does that sound familiar?

I saw him here when Malik was trying to make things right.

You remember that?

That was social media.

That was just online--

Stop talking.

Okay, we can come back with a warrant.

- Then do that. - Okay.

Okay.

What happened to owning up to your actions?

Don't act like Malik was an angel.

Hey, enough.

We're done talking.

My family has nothing else to say

without a lawyer present.

Nothing.

No sign of Cam.

We pressed.

Parents won't talk.

I mean, they're protecting their kid.

They don't want to offer up a timeline.

BOLO?

No hits. Cam's cell phone's off.

CTA card's unused.

Kev's with Asset Forfeiture putting out a financial alert.

All right, we run PODs in the area?

Nah, CPD stopped replacing PODs on that stretch

after gangs destroyed them about a dozen times.

Neighborhood's owned by the Gangster Prophets.

Runs deep.

We know Cam's affiliated?

He's indexed.

But the only charges on his sheet are

driving without a license, possession of paraphernalia.

I mean, his school records are solid.

Just got a partial scholarship to UIC.

He's a smart kid. - Wow.

All right, so what was the beef about

that got him involved in restorative justice?

A girl.

Yeah, details are vague.

CPIC's still running it, but it sounds like

Malik hit on the wrong girl.

Cam wrote to Malik, "No place to hide,

Malik the Creep. Bang, bang."

And then, "Karma coming, bitch.

KYS for real." - I'm sorry, what?

What is KYS?

- "Kill yourself." - Yeah.

Yo, Cam's credit card popped at a corner store

inside the perimeter.

The cashier said he was banged up,

bought bandages, left in a hurry.

This kid's got to be hiding somewhere local.

No one in this neighborhood is gonna talk.

No, not unless we make them.

All right, so let's clear their sets.

We'll force it out of them.

Come on.

Me and you.

5021, all units in position.

Showtime.

I'll get behind them.

All right, cool.

Police!

- Chicago PD! - Hey!

Everybody relax!

Come on! Here we go.

Over there.

Yeah, now turn around.

I got you, I got you.

You got anything on you? Huh?

Got anything I need?

We wasn't even doing nothing.

Man, I saw you throwing up gang signs.

That's disorderly conduct, boy.

Are you serious?

I was scratching my face. - Ooh-whee.

All right, get him to the wagon.

What's that?

VIP in the wagon. Here we go.

Take him in. Congratulations.

Man, whatever, dog.

We got one wagon for you, boys.

Look, I don't mind the OT.

But Kiki wants to know if I'll be home for dinner.

What are we doing, man?

Let me see.

Where are they taking us?

Indiana?

I need one more lap, Mikey.

I heard that one before.

Finna puke my guts up in here.

Man, chill out.

They just trying to wear us down so we talk.

But keep your mouth shut.

You know them police be having them cells bugged, too, bro.

They just looking for that boy.

I'ma beat Cam ass for this, dog.

I seen him run up in Shorty's spot an hour ago,

face all bloody.

What you talking about? He ain't back with Shorty.

Tsk, I saw him at her spot.

You a sorry-ass simp.

He ain't even back with her.

Shut the hell up.

You can't sit in silence for 20 more minutes?

Shut up.

You hear that?

Hiding at Shorty's.

CPD has 53 women documented with the nickname "Shorty."

11 of them link with the Gangster Prophets.

I'm still working Cam's socials.

I don't think this kid went an hour without posting something.

Damn near every girl he posts about he calls "Shorty."

Right here, I got one from July.

"Shorty at Reggie's beef.

Hooked it up with the extra glizzy."

Yeah, I followed up on that one.

The only girl working at Reggie's at the time

didn't know him.

Do I want to know what "glizzy" is?

Hold on.

There's an Instagram story from six months ago.

Cam posted a link to a baby registry.

Link's still up.

There's an address for a Katherine Short--

1899 Framingham Avenue.

Katherine Short.

That's the neighborhood.

Okay, well, according to Social Security,

Katherine Short gave birth three months ago.

No father on the birth certificate.

She's got no sheet.

She's 19 years old, works as a hairdresser.

Cam's DM'd her.

He calls her "angel."

He ain't here.

Who?

You locked down all the sets looking for Cam.

I ain't a idiot.

He ain't here.

So we can come in then?

- My baby's got to go down. - It's okay.

I mean, if he's not here,

it's just gonna take two minutes.

So you're saying you're sure he isn't here.

I'm sure I haven't had contact with Cam.

That ain't a thing you can be unsure about.

You either spoke or you didn't.

He ain't hiding in my fridge magnets.

- He didn't stop by today? - No.

Are you aware of the beef he had with Malik Hunter?

Don't try and catch me on some motive.

Cam didn't kill anyone.

He wouldn't do that.

He's not a crap person.

He's got a life.

He's got people that he cares about.

Like the two of you?

Yeah, you dick, the two of us.

So you're the girl that Malik hit on

and shouldn't have, that started the whole thing?

Yo, are you done searching yet?

Calm down.

What the hell is taking so long?

We're just asking questions.

You come into my house. You bother my baby.

- 'Cause a boy is dead. - He wasn't no boy.

And he wasn't killed by Cam.

Get the hell off my property.

It was crammed underneath the sink in the bathroom.

Glock 42, .380.

Where is he?

You don't understand.

Cam didn't kill anybody.

I--

Where is he?

I don't know, okay?

I don't.

My baby needs to sleep. Get out.

Get out now.

I'm gonna need you to give me the baby.

No, you're not taking my baby.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Why am I here?

What did you bring me in for?

You didn't come into my house with a warrant.

Why am I here?

You harbored a wanted offender.

You lied to the police.

And you're in possession of a murder weapon.

Cam didn't murder anybody.

I want my child.

I understand that, Katherine.

Your child is safe.

She is with your mother, okay?

And you will see her as soon as you're released.

That will happen faster if you cooperate.

You got to tell us where Cam is.

I don't know.

He isn't some fugitive.

He's a wanted offender.

Do not say "offender" again.

Cam didn't murder anybody.

I saw him!

Torres.

Do you understand?

I saw him.

Hey.

My boobs are killing me.

I'm about to leak all over this table.

Where did Cam run to?

You want to watch me leak milk?

Is that why you signed up to be police?

That make you feel big?

A 17-year-old kid was shot down in broad daylight.

He will get justice.

You want justice for that kid?

That little, innocent kid?

You're a fool.

Hey, ballistics just came back on the Glock

and Cam's jacket.

It's the murder weapon.

Matches the slugs on scene.

And it's a street gun.

It links to four other shootings in the neighborhood.

He used a street gun?

Yeah.

A local, dirty street gun?

Is this kid that much of an idiot?

He used a gun that we could trace back to him?

It is a strange rookie move.

Kid that grew up in the game, you would think he'd be able

to get his hands on a clean piece.

He did use his own car.

So, okay, I just got an email from Forensics.

Cam's jacket came back negative for gunshot residue.

Maybe he washed the sleeves.

No, the report would have indicated that.

Well, we know he was in the car.

Blood comparison's a match.

Dante, you saw him.

Fleeing.

I saw him fleeing.

When do I get to see my baby?

As soon as I release you.

All right, look.

I was with Malik when he got shot.

He was trying to make things right with Cam,

at least that's what he says.

Now, I do want justice for that boy,

for his whole family.

But if Cam didn't kill him, I want to help him too.

When somebody fires a gun, it leaves an invisible trace.

It's called GSR.

And we ran Cam's vehicle for it,

and we found plenty.

But it was all on the passenger side, okay?

Nowhere else.

So somebody else fired the gun.

Somebody else was in that car.

Yeah, cool speech, buddy.

What have I been telling you?

I said he didn't shoot him.

Then who did?

I don't know.

Why do you keep saying that Malik is not a kid,

that he's not innocent?

You keep saying that.

Wh--why?

Did someone else want him dead?

I just want to see my baby.

If Cam didn't kill Malik--

I just want to see my baby.

Yeah, but if Cam is innocent--

Stop saying that.

You know he is.

He didn't kill anybody.

He didn't.

He calls her "Budbud"?

There were pictures on your fridge.

He drew them?

For his daughter, Budbud.

Look.

Maybe I had it all wrong.

Tell me where he is, and I can bring him back to you...

and her.

Katherine, where is he?

He'll hate me.

He doesn't have to know the info came from you.

And I'll protect him best I can.

Let me try and help him.

He's hiding at a friend's house,

Marcus Everett.

Lives in the Wild Hundreds.

Everett's got a sheet.

Looks like a hitter for the Gangster Prophets.

Stints for aggravated battery with a firearm and drug distro.

Charges dropped in a homicide.

Witness recanted.

And he's a suspect in two other shootings.

- This could be our shooter. - Yeah, it's possible.

Everett lives alone in a two-flat--

10439 102nd Street.

Let's hit it.

Wait. Kev, hold up.

Back door's already been breached.

What?

How?

I don't know, it's busted open.

All right, go, Torres.

♪ I can't help but put a lot on myself ♪

♪ Understand how I feel, not what I felt ♪

♪ 500 degrees get you melt ♪

♪ This swag water, Michael Phelps ♪

♪ When they try to count me out from the beginning ♪

♪ But I kept on going and kept winning ♪

♪ Shots they be sending ♪

♪ And we all got a Benz ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm back in the building ♪

♪ I'll be on my knees praying ♪

♪ To God for forgiveness ♪

♪ Back to the business ♪

♪ Bad boy living ♪

♪ Lord be my shepherd ♪

♪ I can be my own witness ♪

♪ A life full of secrets ♪

♪ So I made her my mistress, yeah ♪

Sarge, I'm opening the door now.

Got it. Go.

Hey!

Hey!

Troy!

He took my son away.

Let him go.

Listen to me.

- He took my son away! - You don't want to do this.

You don't want to do this. - Over a fence!

Over social media!

I don't think he did, Troy. Listen to me.

I don't think he did.

Don't mess with me! Don't mess with me!

I'm not messing with you! Listen to me.

Listen to me. Drop it right now.

He was hiding here. He was gonna run.

He was just gonna slip away. - Troy--

- Hey! - He killed--

You all right?

You okay?

I did it.

I shot him.

I shot Malik.

I told you.

I told you.

I told you he killed him.

I confess.

I confess.

I shot him.

I confess.

I confess.

I'm telling you, I don't need to be down here.

You can book me.

There's no cameras down here.

All right?

That's why you're here, 'cause you keep falsely confessing.

I'm not falsely confessing.

I killed Malik.

I shot him.

All right?

I confess.

Look, we could take you back to Med.

I don't need it.

Just--just book me.

We're not booking you.

We know there was another person in your car.

Was it Everett?

No.

I killed him.

I shot Malik.

I confess, okay?

All right, then tell us how it happened.

- What? - How you shot him.

I took a few shots through the window.

Hmm.

We tested your jacket for gunshot residue.

It came back clean.

I fell.

You fell?

Slipped in a puddle.

It must have just washed it off.

I don't know.

Where'd you get the gun?

Crackhead down on 42nd.

We traced the gun back to the Gangster Prophets.

It was a local street gun, not 42nd.

Katherine Short says you didn't kill him.

She's hormonal.

She'll say anything.

I killed him.

I shot Malik. - Cam--

I confess.

I killed him.

I shot Malik.

I confess.

I killed him.

I shot Malik.

I confess.

I killed him.

I shot Malik.

I confess.

He's just repeating his confession.

It's like he wants this to be over.

He could be scared of someone.

He could be protecting someone.

- Anything from Troy? - No.

He heard about where Cam was hiding

the same way we did-- street contact.

Hasn't heard any more information.

Shorty?

No, she won't say anything else.

She finally lawyered up,

and she's got a good alibi.

Yeah, Marcus got an alibi too.

I ran it. It's bulletproof.

We got him on footage at a bar halfway across town

during the time of the shooting.

He wasn't in Cam's car.

So we're missing something.

Well, it's simple. We go back to the why.

Why the hell was Malik shot down?

The why will always get us to who.

All right, so we split it up.

Go down every path again. Let's go.

There's 48 posts between Cam and Malik,

but not a single post between Malik and Shorty.

She's not the girl he hit on.

Why'd you go to that program?

Restorative justice?

I was asked.

Well, that doesn't sound like a real answer.

It's a nice idea, that people can be restored.

Hmm.

Wait, come here.

I think that's Iyana.

Cam's sister?

Yeah, she's using a dummy name.

She was following Malik on social media,

and they posted back and forth

until the day before Cam started talking trash.

What the hell happened that day?

Fresh ice.

Are you booking me yet?

- Nope. - Why?

I don't know how many more times I can confess.

About three months ago, Malik and Iyana

began interacting on Instagram.

And eventually, they met up in person.

The day after they met up, Iyana went to a medical clinic,

and she got treated for injuries

consistent with sexual assault.

Now, the medical clinic was obligated

to report the injuries, but they didn't.

So I spoke to the doctor that treated her,

and she said that Iyana insisted.

She said she got in a fight with a friend,

and she begged them not to tell.

The next night, you posted a story threatening Malik.

That's right. I did.

I threatened him.

And I was the one that shot him.

So don't bring my sister into this.

We traced the gun that was used to kill Malik.

The last Gangster Prophet that sold it,

he confirmed he sold it to Iyana.

She bought it for me!

Cam, we found gloves and a jacket in her locker.

It tested positive for gunshot residue.

We have evidence.

I--I should have taken care of it myself.

She told me what happened, and I...

didn't know what to do.

I went online.

I threatened Malik.

But I--I should have done more.

He kept saying things back.

I should have known she would--

I get it.

Then, please...

please let me take the time.

- I can't do that. - Yes, you can.

Have the evidence disappear, right?

Say--say it was me. She bought the gun for me.

Look, I can do the time. She can't.

She ain't strong like that.

The jury will go easy on her,

and she won't be tried as an adult.

Juvie's just as bad!

Let me do the time. She's the victim here!

Do you get that?

She took a life.

He took from her!

I know.

I know.

Then help me.

We can end this the right way.

Just let me save my little baby sister, please.

Please.

I will help Iyana as much as I can.

I promise you that.

But that's the best that I can do.

I'm sorry.

More police? This can't be legal.

You can't just sit here and not tell us anything.

It's lawful detainment, sir.

Nah, you can't just hold us here.

My daughter needs to go to school.

We have work. We have rights, man.

Please tell us you're here to stop this nonsense

and let this child go to school.

Iyana, I'm Officer Torres.

I'm here to arrest you for the murder of Malik Hunter.

I need you to stand up

and place your hands behind your back.

- What? What? - No, no, stop.

- Gerald--Gerald. - What's going on?

Stop. What are you doing? - Iyana--

- What? No, we need our lawyer. - What's happening?

- Daddy-- - The lawyer is on his way.

Right now, I need you to stand up

and place your hands behind your back.

Get away from her!

Iyana, look at me.

We're going to do this one thing at a time, okay?

Can you do that for me?

Stand up.

Now, just give me your hands.

Hold them up for me.

What's happening? - Stop.

Why are they putting cuffs on my baby?

What happened?

They're gonna--we're gonna be right behind you.

It's okay.

Where are they taking her?

Where are you taking her?

Can we come, please?

Baby, don't worry!

Okay, now can you turn to the other side, please?

Iyana?

Could you turn to the other side, please?

Now face the front.

Hey, it's okay.

Iyana, could you look up for me, please?

All right.

We can wait here until they arrive.

Have a seat.

Are your hands hurting you?

Here.

What's gonna happen to me?

When you get inside, you keep your head down.

Okay?

You try not to draw eyes on you.

You understand what I mean?

You listen to the correction officers who are nice,

and you stay far away from the rest.

You don't fight, ever.

And if you have a problem, you contact your lawyer,

or you contact me.

You got that?