All language subtitles for Chicago P.D. S08E04 Unforgiven

[slow music]

♪

- I don't wanna go
to work today.

- Just tell the bad guys
to take a week off.

- Mm, I like this plan.

[phone buzzes]

- Mm.
Don't get it.

[phone buzzes]

Mm-mm.
- Mm!

I have to.
- Ugh.

[groans]
No.

- Dude, I have to.
- Don't do it.

Don't do it!
- [laughs] I have to.

♪

- What's up?

- Looks like my dad collapsed.

He had a heart attack.
He's at Med right now.

- What?

Is this out of the blue?
Is he not feeling well?

- Uh, no--I don't really talk
to him anymore, but...

my mom said he's doing better.

I don't know, not drinking,
exercising,

you know, "changed."
Whatever.

- Let's go.
I'll take you to Med.

- Okay.

♪

- I'll let you out
when we get there,

and I'll look for parking.

- That's okay.
You don't have to come in.

- You sure?

- Yeah.
Thank you.

- Units on the city-wide.

We got a call of a man
down in an alley,

possible homicide.
4220 West Maypole.

- That's five blocks away.
Come on, let's roll.

- Roll?
What about your dad?

- I'll go later.

5021 Henry, plainclothes
officers responding.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Halstead and Upton,
intelligence.

- What do we have, officer?
- Homeless guy found him.

Notified a store owner
who called 911.

- Two gunshot wounds
to the back.

- What is this?

- He's ice cold.

- Oh, man, he's a cop.

♪

Patrol Officer Mike Blaine.
He's got 22 years on the job--

- You gotta be kidding me.
- What?

- Man, I knew him.
- Oh.

- We worked together
four years in Vice.

Like, I knew him well.
- I'm so sorry, Sarge.

- All right, what else?
- Two shots in the back.

We found
two .45 caliber casings

about ten feet
from the body.

- Time of death?
- Around 11:00 p.m. last night.

- Robbery?
- Don't think so.

Watch, wallet, cash--
all found on him.

- There's no sign
of a struggle, either.

- Sounds like an ambush.
- Yeah.

- We know what he was
doing over here?

- No, sir.

Doesn't sound like
he was on the clock.

- You telling me
he wasn't on OT?

- His sergeant said he turned
in his squad keys at 10:00 p.m.

- Checked his car.

Saber radio, duty rig,
vest--all packed.

Everything indicates
he was done with his tour.

- Right, I don't have to
tell you there's gonna be a lot

of eyes on this, so we do it
by the numbers, understand?

PODs, cameras, witnesses.
Let's go.

- I'll see you
on the other side, Mike.

- Any word on your dad?
- Uh, yeah.

Doctors confirmed
it was a heart attack.

But he's in
stable condition, so...

- If you gotta take off,
I totally get it.

- Nah, they're doing tests.

Can't do anything for him,
anyway.

- Okay--I mean, are you sure?

It might be nice
to just go see him.

A cop just got shot.
Let's focus on that, 'kay?

- All right.
- Sergeant!

- Look, he's my partner.
- Hey, it's okay!

Let him through.

- Had to see it
with my own eyes.

Rodriguez.
- Hank Voight.

- You're Sergeant Voight?
- Uh-huh.

- Mike spoke highly of you.
I'm glad you're on this.

- Listen, you guys got anything
on the books over here?

- No, sir.
Been working a burglary detail.

Gold Coast, all year.

- I assume everything's good
with Dana, right?

- Yeah, happily married.
18 years.

- Listen, man,
this is a rough neighborhood.

You got any idea why Mike
would be over here?

- No.

Shift ended, said he was
going straight home to Dana.

Said she made lasagna.

- Anything unusual
the past few weeks?

- Not really.

The only thing I can think of
is, he went off-book

two days ago
for a couple of hours.

- 'Kay.

- Said he had
a doctor's appointment.

Didn't ring true.

- Tom?

- [sighs]

There's Dana.

Look, I have to go--
- No, no.

Let me talk to her.

Here, just remember
it's an active crime scene.

- Thanks, Sarge.
- Dana...

- Hank...

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

- I'm so sorry.

♪

- Sarge.

So techs found faint tire
impressions near Blaine's body.

It all points
to a small model vehicle.

Corroborates what
a witness saw,

a compact vehicle
speeding away with...

lightning bolts for taillights.

That adds up
to a 2017-to-19 Prius model.

Problem is,
no Priuses are registered

to anyone in the area.
- Okay, keep chasing it.

- Yes...

- What?

- We also got
some suspicious texts

from Blaine's phone
to a burner phone

a couple days ago.

Blaine says, "You got it?"

Five minutes later,
he gets a text back--

"Wilson Park, 2:00 p.m."

- So we pulled security footage
from the park,

and, uh, we got Blaine here
walking at 2:05 p.m., same day.

Then this dude
with the tats walks up.

♪

There's a hand-to-hand
exchange.

So we ran him
through facial rec.

It's Marco Perez.

He is a shot caller
for the Latin Jokers.

- This Perez,
he's got a long sheet,

including an armed robbery
with a .45

that was never recovered.

Kevin's waiting
for his LKA.

- He did three years
in Stateville

on a distribution charge.

The arresting officer on
that pinch was Mike Blaine.

- So we got Blaine, on-duty,
receiving a suspicious envelope

from a known banger
that he arrested.

Two days later, he's shot
with a .45 while he's off-duty.

None of this looks good.

- Doesn't matter.
[phone chimes]

We follow the leads
wherever they take us.

- According to narcotics,
they're taking us

to 2321 Holden Street.
He's got a stash house

in Little Village.

- Okay, good.
Let's roll.

All right, listen.

Until we know more,
I wanna keep this video

of Blain and Perez off-book.

- You got it, Sarge.

♪

- Jay, you set?

- In position,
ready when you are.

- Copy that.
We're moving in.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Clear.
I'll take the right.

♪

[distant gunfire]

[muffled shouting]

♪

[gunfire grows louder]

- We got a runner!

- Don't do it, Marco!
- Hands up!

- You know the drill!
Show me, now!

- Hands up!
- Hands up.

- Get your ass down.

- Stand up.
Walk back towards me.

- Back just real slow.

- Well, business must be good.

Recovered 20 grand
at your stash.

- I don't know what
you're talking about, bro.

- Uh-huh.

We found your gun, too.
Sig Sauer .45.

Slugs are a match to a gun
used in a cop murder.

- That's a lie.

- Two days ago.
That's you.

Talking to the dead cop.

Mm-hmm.

- I didn't kill Mike!

I was in Gary last night.
I had my gun with me, too.

- But you knew Mike Blaine?
- Yeah.

He busted me four years ago.

After I got out, we crossed
paths from time to time.

Said hello, that sort of thing.
Became friends, kind of.

- When's the last time
you saw him?

- That day.

- Tell me what's in
that envelope.

- Money.

Three grand.

He needed a loan,
so I took care of him.

Gave him a good deal, too.

- Mike tell you
what he needed the money for?

- No, just said
he needed it quick

to help out a friend.

- Anything else?

- He was driving away...

Some white boy
pulled up, though.

Started taking
pictures with his phone.

- Okay.
- Mike lost it.

Started screaming at him.

This white boy just
flipped him off and drove away.

- You think he knew this kid?

- I don't know, man,
it looked that way.

- You get a good look at him?
- White, brown hair, 20s.

Drove one
of those electric cars,

like a Prius or something.

That's all I know.

♪

- Hey, Sarge.
Perez's alibi checks out.

There's video of him
at a gas station in Gary.

Same time Blaine was shot.

- So we eliminated Perez,
but take a look at this.

We dug into his story about
the angry kid in the Prius.

Led us to this guy,
Zach Phillips.

- I found traffic cams

four blocks away
from the crime scene.

Silver Prius registered
to that same Zach Phillips.

11:19 p.m.

That's the same night
Blaine was shot.

- On top of that, he filed
an excessive force complaint

against Blaine
a few weeks back.

- We showed Perez
a six-pack.

He confirmed Zach
is the guy taking photos.

- Okay, so what do we
know about Zach?

- He's 25 years old.
He owns a graphic design firm.

No priors.

His only blemish is
a disorderly conduct pinch

at a recent protest,

where Blaine was
the arresting officer.

- Two days after that bust,

Zach started posting
on an anti-police website.

Goes by the name FTPNow.

We got him saying,
"Copaganda must end.

"If CPD won't punish
Officer Blaine,

"perhaps someone else will.

Remember, Mike,
karma's a bitch."

- [scoffs]

And this is three days ago?

- Mm-hmm.
- All right, split up.

Check all possibilities.
Track him down now.

[tense music]

♪

- He's in apartment 3G.
- Yeah, I just don't know if...

- Yeah, okay.
- Zach Phillips?

- Yeah?
What's going on?

- Chicago PD.
We need to talk to you.

- Ma'am, can you give us
a few minutes, please?

- It's okay, babe.
I'll call you later.

What's going on?
What is this?

- It's about the murder
of a Chicago police officer.

We need you to come down
to the district,

help us clear up a few things.

- Am I under arrest?

- We wanna talk to you
about Mike Blaine--

- I said, am I under arrest?

- She just told you,
we need to--

- I don't have to go anywhere.

I know my rights.

- Okay, now you're
under arrest.

- Put your hands out
to the side.

- Since you know so much,
you probably know that

your latest post about
Mike Blaine is in violation

of Section 20-12-9
of the Illinois Criminal Code--

- That's aggravated assault.

- You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say or do can
and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

♪

Where were you last night
around 11:00 p.m.?

- On my way
to my girlfriend's apartment.

- Does she live
on 109th Street?

- No.
- Hmm.

Were you driving on
109th Street at that time?

- Um...possibly.

- Let me refresh your memory,
Zach.

That's you, caught on
a traffic cam at 11:19 p.m.

on 109th Street.

That's four blocks from
where Officer Blaine was shot.

- Guessing I wasn't the only
one on the road at that time.

- No, you weren't.

But you were the only person
on the road at that time

who filed an official complaint
against Officer Blaine,

who made online threats
against Officer Blaine.

- He practically broke
my kneecap with his nightstick.

Then the bastard
handcuffed me

and put me into the back
of a police car

for three hours.

I told him I had asthma.
He didn't care.

Left me there to die.

- You threw a rock
at him, Zach.

- I didn't throw a damn thing.

I swear to God.

He thought I did,
so he stopped me

and started bullying me.

- So that's why you shot him,
for revenge?

- No, I didn't shoot anyone.

- Okay.

So what were you doing
on 109th Street?

♪

- All right, Zach's apartment
was pretty clean.

I gotta show you something.

He had pictures
that he took of Blaine

the night before the murder.

He was definitely following him
and stalking him...

- That doesn't mean
he killed Mike.

I mean, this kid seems more
like a choir boy

than a cop killer.

- Either way,
he dug up some dirt.

Digital footprint puts Blaine
at South Bishop Street

at 9:00 p.m.
Now I know you know

it's a high crime area--
drugs, hookers...

Blaine waits by his car.
An unknown woman approaches.

They share a quick hello.

He then slips her
an envelope--

I'm guessing it's the envelope

he got from Perez
with the three grand in it.

She proceeds to get
into his car.

They stay there for ten
minutes...before she exits.

Don't know what
happened inside,

but obviously,
that doesn't look great.

- Were you able to ID
the woman?

- No, it's just...it's not
enough for facial rec.

- Blaine got any CIs
that match her description?

- No.

So I'm guessing--
- Well, you don't get to guess,

not on this one.

Show the photos to his partner.
Maybe he can help.

- All right.

You got it, boss.

- [sighs]

- Sarge.

- Hank,
you got a visitor.

♪

- [sighs]

- Dana.
- Hank.

- You okay?
- No.

I'm trying to keep it
together, but...

I'm getting the runaround
from Mike's district.

I'm hearing that because
Mike might've been off-book,

that the city won't pay
a full pension

for a line-of duty death.
- Look, it's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna look into it.
I'll see what's going on.

- My kids need to know
that their dad died a hero.

I know it doesn't sound
like much, but--

- Hey, I understand.

- And we need the benefits,
Hank.

We're low on cash.
Real low.

- Hey...

I'm gonna take care of it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Come on.

- Hey, Smith--
- Hey, take her home.

- Sure.

- Mike was a good man,
and a good cop.

- I know he was.

- You should know, IAD is
looking into Blaine's murder.

Rather than send him off
with a salute and a pension,

they wanna catch him dirty.

- Thanks, Trudy.

Did you open
an IAD investigation

into Mike Blaine?

- I did.

- This how we treat
dead cops now?

Open an IAD investigation?

What, we gotta make sure
they're squeaky clean

before we console the widow,
pay their benefits?

- I was just doing my job.

- Come on, what's going on?
What am I missing?

- The press is all over this.
I'm getting a lot of heat

from FOP to give
a "slain hero" speech.

But before I do that,
I need to know who he was.

And who he wasn't.

♪

- Then you should
probably hold off

on giving that hero speech
for now.

We still can't explain
some of his movements.

So just...let me
do a little more digging

before you put
yourself out there.

♪

- [sighs]

So what's the word
with your dad?

- Uh...yeah, he's okay.

Um...

He's got two clogged arteries,

so they need to do
a bypass surgery.

- When?
- Two days.

- What, are you
gonna go see him?

- Yeah, maybe tomorrow.

- Hailey--

Look, I know who your dad was,
and I know what he did.

But if something happens...
and you don't go see him,

then you're gonna carry this
for the rest of your life.

So don't do it for him,
just do it for you.

- What do we know
about the woman

in the photo with Blaine?
- Not a damn thing.

Rodriguez didn't recognize her,
so I've gotta keep digging.

- I got an email
from forensics--

they said the mud
on Zach's tires is a match

to the mud and rocks
at the crime scene.

- Okay, great,
so Zach was there.

But we got no evidence that
he actually did the murder.

- I checked surveillance cams
in the area,

came up with nothing.

- I mean, do we really think
this dude did this?

Two in the back?

That's pretty hardcore
for a graphic designer.

- We know he was there,

and he's still
our only suspect.

- All right, so let's go back,

try talking to Zach
one more time.

Just...play nice.

Let's see if we can get
this kid to open up.

- All right, Zach.
- [clears throat]

- The evidence is piling up.

The mud and rocks on your tires
are an exact match

to the mud and rocks
at the crime scene.

So we know you were there.

We also know that
you've been following Blaine,

taking pictures.

- You're right, I was.

I wanted to prove that he was
a bad person, a bad cop.

Because I know you guys--
the Chicago Police Department--

would never look into him,

investigate the misconduct
report that I filed.

- Well, it's not
a perfect system.

You know, we get hundreds
of complaints every month.

It takes time
to sort this stuff out.

But I do understand how
that level of frustration

could lead to a confrontation.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying maybe
you confronted Blaine.

You wanted to get some things
off your chest.

Maybe he didn't like
what you had to say

so he got aggressive.

Maybe he reached for his gun.

You just did what you had to do
because you were afraid

he might cause you
serious bodily harm.

That would be self-defense.

You wouldn't be responsible
for his death.

- Nice try.

But that's not what happened.
- Zach...

Right now,
you're our only suspect.

This would be your opportunity
to prove us wrong.

- I did not kill
Officer Blaine.

I'll take a polygraph.

Swear on a Bible,
my mother's grave.

You name it, I'll do it.

- Was Blaine with this woman
the night of the murder?

- I'm not doing this.
Sorry.

- If you're not the guy
that killed him,

why not help us
find the person that did?

- Because I'm not a hypocrite.

- What the hell are you
talking about?

- I don't like the police.
Never have.

And that was before
Officer Blaine attacked me,

wrongfully imprisoned me,

and none of you did
anything about it.

- He thought that
you threw a rock at him.

- But I didn't!
- Okay, so he made a mistake.

Just like every other
human being on this planet.

So can we rise above
this petty anger?

Maybe see the bigger picture?
- Why would I want to do that?

- 'cause that's
what good people do.

They realize
that people are flawed.

They do stupid things,
sometimes.

- What he did to me
was not just stupid.

It was an abuse of power

and a violation
of my civil rights.

♪

- This guy is unbelievable.

♪

What?

- Your speech.

"Good people know
that people are flawed,

that they do
stupid things sometimes"?

- Hailey, I wasn't
talking about you.

I was talking about Zach.

I know who your father is
and that he was abusive.

- You don't know
the half of it.

- No, you're right, I don't.
I'm sorry.

You know I'm on your side.

I'm just trying to help.
- I don't want your help.

Not with this.

♪

- How'd it go with Zach?

- He's not talking.

- All right, take him home.

♪

- All right, Zach.

You're officially released
from police custody.

- Don't leave town.
We're probably gonna have

some follow-up questions.

- I told you,
I'm not cooperating.

- Yeah, you made that
very clear.

- Hey, there he is--
[indistinct chatter]

- Zach, Zach--were you
questioned about the murder

of Officer Mike Blaine?

- Have you been charged
with a crime?

[phone buzzing]

- Oh, that's Platt.

A witness just called in,
saw a car pull into an alley

two blocks
from the crime scene.

Driver ran in, and then,
30 seconds later, ran out.

Witness'll meet us there.

- Two blocks?
If we're lucky, that's

our offender dumping a gun.
- Yeah, makes sense to me.

- Let's go.

- Anything?
- No gun.

But it's disgusting.

It's almost been an hour.

Is this witness
ever gonna show up?

- I don't know.
Maybe he got nervous.

Or maybe someone told him
there's a new law

that prohibits good people from
cooperating with the police.

- Yeah, God forbid.

Used to be, a cop got shot,
people'd come

outta the woodwork to help.

[dramatic music]

- Gun!

♪

- Ballistics confirmed the gun
is the same gun

used to murder Officer Blaine.

They weren't able
to pull any prints,

but they did trace the weapon
to a...Maria Guerra.

Female Hispanic, 25, no priors.

- She got any connection
to Zach Phillips?

- No, none that I could find,
anyway.

I also tracked down
that no-show witness.

He's letting CPIC in now to
look at the security footage.

- Yo, Sarge.
- Yeah?

- Maria's the woman
in the photo with Blaine.

- You got an address on her?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A two-flight in Pilsen,
moved out two months ago.

Um...looks like she's been
off the radar ever since.

- Let's track her down.

- Cell phone GPS puts Maria
on this block.

- All right, well,
we find her car,

find where she's hiding.

- Here.

Blue Dodge.

Plate matches.

- Okay, I'm gonna hold down
the front

just in case this ain't it.

♪

Yo, Sarge,
if you got ears,

we got eyes on Maria's car.

- Copy that.
Keep me posted.

- Chicago PD!
Open up!

- What's going on?
How can I help you?

- We're looking
for Maria Guerra.

- Um...

Uh, she's--she's not here.
- You sure about that?

We're investigating the murder
of a Chicago police officer.

You wanna get wrapped
up in this?

- Ruz!

- Get back.
Step back.

[tense music]

♪

- Maria?

Hey, hey--

Maria, come on.
Easy.

Put that down.
Chicago PD.

- Why are you here?
- To talk.

But not if you got that knife
in your hand.

You gotta put that down.
- No.

- Nobody's gonna hurt you.
Okay?

Put the knife down.

Maria, put it down.
You wanna drop that.

[quieter]
So put the knife down.

All right?

There you go.
[knife clatters]

There you go.
Thank you.

- What?
What are you doing?

- Your gun was used to kill
Officer Mike Blaine.

We just gotta take you
to the station--

- You think--no,
I'd never hurt Mike!

- Why's that?
- Because he saved my life.

[dramatic music]

- I told you,
I didn't kill Mike.

- I get it, you liked him;
he saved your life.

The problem is, Maria...

the murder weapon
is registered in your name.

- I know.

But that's because...

- That's because of what?

- If I tell you,

you need to protect
me and my family.

- Protect you from who?

- My ex-boyfriend.

- Who's your ex-boyfriend?

- [sniffs]
His name is Jose Torres.

He took my gun,

and used it to kill Mike.

- Okay, why do you think
Jose killed Mike?

[somber music]

- Because Mike
was trying to help me.

♪

I broke up with Jose
about a month ago,

but he was angry.

He kept showing up at my house,
wanting to have sex.

When I say no, he gets violent.

So I finally called 911.

- And that's when you met Mike?
- Yeah.

Mike came to my house,
He talked to Jose...

He had a bat in his hands,
but Mike talked him down.

- Mike arrest Jose?
- No.

- He put him in handcuffs,
but...

I didn't want to press charges.

I pleaded with Mike
not to arrest him.

- I still don't understand

why you think Jose
did the murder.

♪

- A few days ago...
Jose found me at my cousin's.

I told him to get out,
but he went crazy,

started punching walls
and breaking dishes.

I was terrified,
so I pulled out my gun.

I told him to leave, but he
took it out of my hands,

started hitting me.
So I called Mike.

- Is that the last time
you saw him?

- Yeah.

He showed up with some money,
three grand,

told me to stay in a hotel
for a few weeks.

He said he was
gonna talk to Jose,

tell him to leave me alone.

- Why didn't you
come to the police?

- I was scared.

Jose said that if I ever talked
to the police about him,

that he was gonna kill
my daughter.

I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

That's not on you.

It's on Jose.

♪

- Jose Torres.
- Maria's story checks out?

- It seems legit.

The 911 tape confirms
her call from last month,

and a neighbor said he's heard
lots of fights over the years.

- All right,
Torres got a sheet?

- Yeah, he's got two DUIs

and an assault
with a deadly weapon.

It was a bar fight
that got out of hand.

- Okay, what about
the night of the murder?

- So the best lead that
we have right now is

a hit on Torres's credit card.

He was at a bar two blocks away
from the murder.

He paid his tab at 10:45.
He must've met up with Blaine

right after that.

- I mean, we could put
Maria in play.

Wire her up,
get her talking to Torres--

- No, that's too dangerous.

Can't put Maria and Torres
in the same room.

- I agree.

All right, we gotta find
another way to nail this prick.

- What about Zach Phillips?

He was there the night
of the murder.

Maybe he saw Torres.
- Yeah, she's right.

Give it a shot.
Let's go.

- That's him pulling up.

- Zach, we need to talk
to you one more time.

- I'm not talking to you.

- Look, we know you didn't kill
Mike Blaine.

We just want you to look
at some photos, okay?

Did you see any of these men

the night you were
following him?

- I told you,
I'm not getting involved.

[tires squealing]

- Get down!
[rapid gunfire]

[dramatic music]

♪

- 5021 Georgia, got shots fired
at the police.

It's a black Audi traveling
westbound on 19th street.

Hailey, you good?
- Yeah.

Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, he missed.

[both panting]

- You okay?
- Thank you.

You saved my life.
Thank you.

- Can we get you
something to drink?

Coffee, water?
- No, thanks.

- I'd offer you food,
but we don't have much.

Maybe the odd candy bar--

- I'm not hungry,
but thank you.

- Okay.

Well, now that you've had
some time to calm down--

- I refuse to answer.

- Okay.

Zach, we believe the offender
saw you on the news,

talking to reporters,
so he knows you were there,

that you saw him arguing
with Blaine,

maybe even shooting him.

Okay, that makes you a witness.
It also makes you a target.

He's not gonna stop
coming after you.

- That's my problem.

I'll move out of state

until all this nonsense
blows over.

- It's not nonsense,
and it's not gonna blow over,

not without your help.

- Zach,
she just saved your life.

Without this woman, without
this evil cop right here...

you'd be dead.

You get that, right?

- I do,
and I'm very appreciative.

But that doesn't change--
- Yes, it does!

It does.

You need to quit hating.

And if not for yourself,
then do it for Blaine's family,

and help them get justice.
- Justice?

W-we don't know what
he was doing with this guy.

He could've been
dealing drugs--

- We do know what he was doing!

He was trying to save
a young woman's life,

to stop this guy
from continuing to abuse her.

That's what he was doing there.

- That very well may
be true, but--

- No, it is true!
That's a fact!

- And what he did to me
is a fact.

And if I choose to hate him
for that, that's up to me,

not you.

- Zach, let it go.
Just let it go.

Accept the fact
that he made a mistake.

- No, that was not a mistake.
That's who he was.

I could see it in his eyes.

He was a mean, violent man.

What he did was unforgivable.

[somber music]

♪

- Okay, that's it.

- Sarge.
Patrol found the stolen Audi.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

There's blood in it.
It's a match for Torres.

- He got caught
in the crossfire?

- It would make sense,
I mean,

Jay said he got off
five or six rounds.

- Good.
That puts him at the scene.

We know where this guy is?

- He's on the run right now.

- All right, get a BOLO out
on him and his vehicle--

- Already done.
It's a gold Dodge pickup.

- 'Kay.
- We'll follow up.

[tense music]

♪

- All right, this is the spot.

Yeah, patrol got it right.
That's Torres's truck.

Gold Dodge Ram.

- Sarge, you got your ears on?

- Yeah, Hailey,
go with your traffic.

- Torres is here; he's parked
in a lot off Whipple and 26th.

Right by the hot dog spot.

- All right, keep eyes
and an anchor down.

Everybody on the air,
start heading that way.

- That's him.

Sarge, Torres just stepped out.

- Take him.

- I'll block the entrance.
- Wait for my signal.

I'm gonna cover the other side.
- All right.

♪

- [speaking indistinctly]

Listen, I gotta go.

♪

- Damn it.

Jay, I gotta move!

[tires squeal]

♪

[honking]

Chicago PD, get your hands up!

Hands up!
Hey--

- I'll shoot her.

- Just take it easy, man.
No one's gotta get hurt.

Just let her go.
- I'll shoot her.

- Let me go, please!
- Take it easy, take it easy!

Put the gun down.
Just let her go!

- Get back in your car
and out of my way...

- No!
- Or I'll kill her!

Get back in your car!
- [screaming]

- Drop the gun!
- I said get back in your car!

- Torres--
- Or I'll shoot her!

Get back!

- [grunting]
- [screams]

♪

- Ma'am, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Jose Torres, you're under
arrest for the attempted murder

of Zach Phillips,

and for the murder

of Chicago Police Officer
Mike Blaine.

♪

- I got some
really good news for you.

- Yeah, I'll take it.

- We got a hit
off a security cam near

where Torres dumped the gun.
- Okay.

- That's Torres right there,
holding the murder weapon

two blocks away
from the crime scene

three minutes
after the shooting.

- That should seal it.
- Mm.

Best movie I've seen
in a while.

- All right, I'll talk to
state's attorney's office,

get the paperwork going.
Nice work.

- Um, boss, about the file.
- Hmm?

- You remember we left
some stuff out?

- I want everything you got,
good and bad.

I'll take it from there.
- All right.

- You've been saying
you wanted transparency.

Well, this is me
being transparent.

That's--that's
everything I got.

- You loop in
the state's attorney's office?

- Writing up charges as we
speak, first degree murder.

The only thing left
to talk about

is the legacy of Mike Blaine.

- Yeah, well,
it doesn't look good.

- I guess that depends
on your point of view.

- Excuse me?

- Sam, everything he did,

he did to help protect
a victim of domestic abuse.

- He borrowed $3,000
from a convicted felon,

failed to report
the domestic abuse incident,

and violated countless rules
and regulations.

- Okay?

What's your point?

- Blaine was far from perfect.
- You're right.

But he was a good man.

He died trying to protect

a scared, vulnerable
young mother.

And how he did it?

I mean, what rules
he chose to ignore?

Who cares?

He was trying to do
something good.

That's what matters.

You know, there was a time
we actually forgave people

for their mistakes.

We understood that
human beings are fallible.

So you look at
the sum of the parts.

Does the good outweigh
the bad?

I mean, Mike Blaine--

he gave his life
doing something good...

brave...

Noble.

♪

And that makes him a hero.

♪

- I don't have
to hide anymore?

He's actually in jail?

- Yeah, and he will be
for a long time.

- You just have to testify.

Tell the jury
that he took your gun.

- Yes, I will.

What he did to me...
I can't forget, but...

knowing that he's out
of my life forever--

that's good enough.

Gives me what I need
to move on.

♪

- If you ever need anything...

[phone chimes]
- Come on.

- All good?

- Yeah, they moved
my dad's surgery to tonight.

- I'm not gonna tell you
what to do--

- I'm going to the hospital
right now.

I'll see you later?

- Today, we apprehended the man
we believe murdered

Officer Michael R. Blaine,
a 22-year veteran

of the Chicago Police
Department.

Officer Blaine died
the same way

he lived his life:

trying to do what was right,

trying to serve
this city with dignity.

And like most of us,

Officer Blaine
was not perfect.

But when you look at the sum
of the parts...

at the man in full,

it's clear that the good
offset the bad,

that he was a brave
and decent police officer

who died on the job
trying to save

a young woman,
who was tragically stuck

in a violent
and abusive relationship.

To me, that makes
Mike Blaine a hero.

He represented
the best of what

the Chicago Police Department
is all about.

That being said,
it's important to acknowledge

that we don't always
get it right.

The Chicago Police Department
is not flawless.

We've made some mistakes.

We've committed
certain unforgivable acts.

But those misdeeds,
no matter how egregious,

should not define us,

but rather motivate us
to do better,

to be more complete
and compassionate

human beings
and police officers.

♪

[knocking]

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Beer?
- Yeah, sure.

So how'd it go?

- Uh...
[sighs]

Good.

Glad I talked to him.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]