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- I'm pregnant.

I am scared out of my mind.

I got to know that this is real.

- You stick around in Chicago, we make it real.

- You don't know who I am? I'm your sister.

- I don't have a sister.

- She can't be the girl she was when she was six.

She's lived a life.

We found Shari's DNA in Lila's womb.

- Is my sister going to be charged with murder?

[suspenseful music]

Is my sister going to prison?

- Here you go.

- That's your decision. - What?

- It's your family.

- So what? I can--I can bury it?

- There's nothing on paper yet.

- And then what?

How would I make sure she's safe outside?

♪ ♪

How would I get her help?

And if it came out that she killed someone,

that she tried to kill me, and that we knew?

- We figure it out.

♪ ♪

- She's-- she's my baby sister.

- I know.

So you got to decide.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

♪ ♪

[door thuds]

[horn blares] - Come on!

[horns honking]

[sighs]

[grunts]

- Ah, that was a bad idea.

Thought I could balance it all.

Ugh, I am so sorry.

It's just water, even though it...

- Trudy? - Looks suspiciously dark.

I'm--I'm Charles Borden. I'm so sorry.

I prefer Charlie. - Trudy!

I need you upstairs now.

- Thank you.

No, Tasha.

I know, but I'm not gonna call you every 20 minutes.

I just felt like the baby was on the way.

- Oh, my God, you're gonna drive her insane, Kev.

- Yes, that's Burgess. No, she's not being nice.

- I am done. - [whispering] Call you back.

- There was someone in my spot this morning, Trudy.

And now, I'm wet!

I'm done.

- Well, if you're done, I guess that settles it.

- Look, we can't keep living in limbo.

- OCD headquarters was sold five weeks ago.

That's not much time. - That's plenty of time.

- Not to reassign 200 coppers.

They'll get new office assignments soon.

- OK, so when the hell is soon?

- What do you want me to do exactly?

The OCD chief is still ignoring my calls.

- I was told to bring some staplers.

- Staplers? God, no. He'll use 'em on you.

- Just keep calling him. - I'll keep calling him!

- Have you seen Imani?

- Uh, visiting hours are this morning,

so she should be heading in soon.

[phone ringing]

- Hey. - You almost back?

- Yeah, I'm not too far.

- OK. Park out front.

Idiots have taken over the lot again.

- OK. - How was Shari?

- She's fine.

It'll get better. She'll get better in time.

- Hmm.

[distant gunshots]

Is that shots fired?

- Yeah. I'm right on top of 'em.

No eyes on the shooter, though.

- Call me back.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- 5021 Union, on scene of shots fired, Kyler and 21st.

Roll me some cars.

Ma'am, where'd the shots come from?

- Corner.

I didn't see where, but someone shot down there.

- I got a red sedan flying on 21st, westbound.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Police! Hands!

Let me see your hands.

Is there another shooter in the area?

- [groans]

- 5021 Union, I got a man down. Roll me an ambo.

Hey, did you see who shot you? - No.

- Is this your gun? Get a shot off?

- No. Help. [groans]

Help. No, help.

- You a parole officer?

- Yes. - Yeah?

- Help. - I got you.

Help is on the way. I got an ambo coming.

- Not me.

Her.

♪ ♪

- [groans] 5021 Union, I got two down.

I repeat, two down. Roll me that ambo now!

Hey, press down on this.

Sir!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

[siren whoops]

- Hey! You gotta keep this path clear.

And, um, I need someone to escort this man over to Med.

- We got you. - Thank you.

- 2154, your wanted red sedan is hauling ass

eastbound 2-6 at Monroe.

Red Chevy Impala.

I'm stuck behind a stalled bus.

Can't pursue.

Partial plate, Boy, John, Lincoln.

- 5021 Union, copy.

- 5021 Eddie, we're joining the pursuit.

- Copy, 2145 at 5021--

[suspenseful music]

- Imani, we're heading your way westbound

on Racine from Monroe.

- Copy.

I'll run parallel on Madison.

♪ ♪

- There it is.

5021 Eddie, I got eyes on the red Chevy.

32nd and Monroe.

- 10-4, 5021 Eddie.

All units, keep the air clear.

5021 units are in pursuit of a red Chevy

[indistinct radio chatter]

- I got him, Sarge. He just blew through 33rd.

- Stay on it.

♪ ♪

[car horn honking]

- Offender just crashed into the mouth of the alley.

- Copy.

♪ ♪

- I'll cover westbound.

- 5021 Union, offender's now on foot in the alley

headed towards Monroe.

He's a male, white, 5'8", 160, wearing a brown shirt.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Will advise responding units.

♪ ♪

- Stop!

Police!

Move, move, move, move!

- Wanted offender entered the rec center off of 35th.

I need units to cover the back.

- 10-4. [indistinct radio chatter]

- Did you see a guy, brown shirt?

He went that way. Move, move, move, move!

♪ ♪

[distant thud]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Oh!

- Police. No need to be alarmed.

Everything's OK. Everything OK.

Police.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I'm out on 35th. I got no eyes.

- Nothing here either. - Nothing on 34th.

I'll run the tags on his car.

- Red Chevy is registered to Chris Maron, 41.

Still in the wind. Man's an ex-con and an addict.

He was convicted of armed robbery

and the murder of a 7-Eleven clerk, Sayid Abir.

Sayid had two kids.

Maron was sentenced to 20 years in Stateville.

Only got ten.

- So much for truth in sentencing.

- Yeah, made parole first time up for good behavior.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Guess who his parole officer is?

It's our victim, Frank Lindell.

The IDOC says that

Lindell had a meet set up at 10:00 a.m. with Maron.

- So he meets him and shoots him.

- All right, so what about our other victim?

- Lizette Temi, 52.

She was picking up her dog from puppy daycare.

Wrong place, wrong time.

- We got any leads on Maron's 20?

[phone buzzes] - No.

Uh, his phone is off.

I've got TAC sitting on his house,

and we're running all the addresses he used to frequent.

- It's Med. Lindell is out of surgery.

Slugs are .38s. They're not in the system.

But Lindell's stable. He's ready to talk.

- Let's do it.

- Officer Imani, let me shake your hand.

- Oh, that's a hell of a grip after what you've been through.

- Well, I got lucky.

I would have bled out if you hadn't have showed.

You--you saved my life.

Thank you. And my wife thanks you too.

Did-- did you catch the shooter?

- No, but we ID'd him.

It's one of your parolees, Chris Maron.

- He ran from the scene.

- Were you having problems with him?

- Some.

I--I suspected he was using again,

but he never tested positive.

Hey, how's the, um, the woman who got shot?

- She didn't make it.

Yeah.

Um, any idea where he might hide?

- No.

No, he was quiet.

Christ, I should have seen this coming.

I thought that he really had rehabbed.

But the problem is most people, they don't change.

The man's a murderer. He's always gonna be one.

[phone buzzing]

- Go ahead. - Yo, Sarge.

We got a hit on Maron's location.

The CTA car puts him two blocks

from the residence of a Robert Santo.

- Will he mean anything to us?

- Santo is a known associate of Maron's.

He's a social worker that helped him get a job.

- A POD camera caught him on the corner of Santo's block

a half an hour ago and then loses him.

Thing is, there's a POD camera on the other end of the block

that never picked him up.

- He's still on the block.

- More than likely. - Hit it.

- Chicago PD!

Do not move. I got two runners.

- I got him! I got him! Got one on the move!

- Yo, I got one! Kev, headed your way!

- Passing. Go.

[suspenseful music]

- Uh-uh. No.

Hey, stop!

Hey!

You got any more weapons on you?

- No. - Turn around.

- Chicago PD! Hey, stop!

Back up until I tell you to stop.

Back up.

Stop.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Hands on the counter.

- Maron?

♪ ♪

Basement's clear. Maron's not here.

- Copy.

Come on, let's go. - All right.

- How are Wade and Samuel?

You know they did nothing wrong.

They were only there to-- - Why don't you slow down?

Take a seat.

- If they did nothing wrong, why aren't they cooperating?

- They lawyered up? - Uh-huh.

- Good.

I know Wade had a piece on him,

but it was just for his safety.

- Why were two ex-cons at your house?

- I was helping them get jobs. They're parolees.

That's what I do.

I help men rebuild their lives after prison.

- Like you helped Chris Maron? - Yes.

I got him a sanitation job. He's been doing real good.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

- So real good until he shot his parole officer

and murdered an innocent woman. - What?

No, no. Ain't no way he did that.

- Was Chris at your house today?

- Yes, this morning.

But he just needed some cash, OK?

I gave him 40 bucks.

- And where was he headed?

- Well, he didn't say.

You got this wrong. Maron didn't shoot somebody.

He did his time. He reformed.

- I want a list of every person,

place Maron would go to for help.

- Not a chance. - Excuse me?

- I won't help you bury a man because of his past.

- Bro, this is not about his past.

Let me tell you something.

He was at the scene, and he ran from police.

I got a dead woman

with her brain matter baking on the sidewalk.

If I were you, I would talk a lot.

- No. No, no, no, no.

I know Chris. I'd trust him with my grandkid.

He's changed. Ain't no way he killed anyone.

- Santo, he's either blind or a wishful thinker.

- All right, so what's the play?

- Throw the book at him.

Maybe he'll be more cooperative

staring at an obstruction charge.

- Maron has been clean since he got out.

No infractions on his record.

I'm just saying maybe it's not blind wishful thinking

on Santo's part.

- Mm.

So what else do we have?

- Tech lab just sent over Maron's phone records,

and someone by the name of Fritzy Kerman keeps popping up.

Three calls between them two hours before the shooting.

- All right, let's see. Fritzy Kerman.

26, did two in Danville for burglary.

She's also one of Lindell's parolees.

Maron might be hiding at her place.

- OK, we got an LKA on this Fritzy?

- A house in McKinley park. - OK, good. You and me.

Rest of you, keep digging. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, what the hell are you doing?

- I-- - Those are intelligence files.

We got CI information in there.

- I'm looking for a general impoundment form.

- Well, it's not in there. Get out!

Out!

- Hey, it took me 30 minutes to process 1099 yesterday,

and there was a damn line to get into the holding, OK?

- Chief Washburn, Sergeant Voight, third try.

Call me.

- Yeah, the fourth call should do it.

It's right up here.

- [groaning softly]

[tense music]

Fritzy Kerman?

♪ ♪

Hey. - Wait, wait. Go inside.

See if Maron's here.

5021, roll an ambo to 4406 West Elm.

I got a female down. Possible overdose.

Hey, can you hear me? Can you hear me?

- CPD!

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey. Stay with me. Stay with me.

- Voight, I found a needle and spoon inside.

♪ ♪

- Hold on. Fritzy, stay with me.

Fritzy, come on now. Hold on.

- [coughing and gagging]

- Come on.

♪ ♪

Fritzy. Fritzy.

♪ ♪

- So we got an additional tox going.

Ambulance on the way. - OK, thanks.

Well, we'll see what the tests say.

- I've never seen a heroin OD look like that.

It's possible someone gave her a hot shot.

Fatal dose on purpose. - Uh-huh.

- I've got no evidence Maron was here today,

but looks like him and Fritzy were close.

Neighbor said he saw him here a few times before.

- Fritzy's car here? - No.

Possible Maron took it. I got a BOLO out.

No signs of forced entry, but obviously a fight broke out.

- Yeah, a fight carried out into the bedroom.

There's dried blood on the sheets.

I'm gonna have tech look into it.

- Maron comes here for help.

Fritzy refuses, a fight breaks out, and he kills her.

- Yeah, it doesn't make any sense.

Maron comes to his friend--

his good friend-- asks her for help,

and then what? She refuses.

So he just attacks her across the entire house,

and then he gives her a hot shot

because he just happens to--

to be carrying some kind of poison?

Like, why not just use a gun like you do with Lindell?

[phone buzzing] - Yeah.

[phone buzzes]

- I gotta take this.

This is Imani.

The infirmary? What? Why is she there?

What happened?

OK, yeah. I'm on my way.

- Hey. Here, take my truck.

- Thanks.

- What the hell happened?

Was she attacked? How did this--

- Shari threw the first punch.

- Well, she must have had a reason.

- Not a good one.

As far as I can tell, it was over a plastic knife.

Words were exchanged, there was an altercation,

and then Shari moved.

- Can I have some time alone with her?

- I can give you a couple minutes.

- Hey.

How you doing?

- How do I look?

- The guard said you got into a fight.

What happened? - I stood up for myself.

- OK, well, this is on your record now.

- So what?

At least I'm not somebody's bitch.

What?

You want to tell me again it's gonna get better?

Do you really think this is working between us?

Pretending?

- I'm not pretending.

This is gonna get better.

Because it's not gonna be forever, Shari.

You got a really good plea deal.

You're gonna get out of here, OK?

You're gonna get a job, a place of your own.

You just have to get through this, OK?

- I know!

I messed up.

- But it's OK.

'Cause you're not gonna mess up again.

I'm right here with you.

Like, we're gonna do all of this together.

It's all gonna get better.

You're gonna feel better.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Fritzy was murdered.

ME found defensive bruising

on her arms like she was held down,

and the tox lab confirmed it was a hot shot.

The heroin was cut with rat poison.

- Dealers cut with that all the time.

- Not that much. It was 75% poison.

No dealer is that stupid or reckless.

Someone wanted Fritzy dead,

and they were probably hoping it'd be ruled an OD.

- OK. - I also dug deeper into Maron.

The guy did every program at the prison.

He got his GED. He got sober.

He attempted to make amends with the family

of the man he killed.

Like, something seems off.

- All right, well,

you got any evidence Maron wasn't at Fritzy's?

It wasn't his gun that shot Lindell?

- Nope.

- Hey.

How'd it go with Shari?

- [sighs]

If you believe people can change for the worse,

they can also change for the better.

- This gonna help us find him?

- One of the programs that Maron attended inside

was run by a volunteer

who's a small-time real estate developer.

He owns low-income apartments in Garfield Park.

A bunch of 'em are vacant.

Seems like a pretty good place to hide.

- Mm.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Chicago PD!

♪ ♪

- Chicago PD!

♪ ♪

- Maron!

Maron!

I got him. East side balcony, third floor!

He just hit the stairs.

♪ ♪

- It's locked.

- He's headed out the front! Damn it.

Let's take the back. Let's go, let's go!

♪ ♪

- Chicago PD, stop!

Maron!

Hey! Police! Turn around right now!

- No, no, no, no!

- Drop it right now or I'll shoot you!

- Drop the gun, Maron. - Drop the gun right now!

- It's over, Maron. - I didn't do it.

- Drop the gun right now! - Hey! It's over.

Drop it. - Drop it!

- Maron. - Drop it.

- Maron.

It's over.

OK?

Drop the gun.

We can't talk until you drop it.

Maron.

♪ ♪

Drop the gun.

- Come on.

- Listen to me.

You were trying to do better on the outside, right?

And you were, so--

so we must be missing something.

- Imani. - We're fine, we're fine.

Maron, drop the gun.

I'm your best bet right now, all right?

It's me or a bullet. What's it gonna be?

♪ ♪

Drop it.

♪ ♪

Drop it.

♪ ♪

[handcuffs clicking]

♪ ♪

Look, I know the weapon you were holding.

It doesn't match the caliber shot at Lindell and Lizette.

And you don't seem to have a motive.

You were holding down a job. You were making rent.

So why shoot Lindell?

- I didn't shoot him.

- You need to say more than that, Maron.

- Bro, she's being kind to you.

[door closes] We don't need you to talk.

We can and will make a case for double murder

whether you say a word or not.

- What? Double murder? You told me Lindell lived.

- He did.

He's talking about Fritzy.

- What do you mean, Fritzy?

Wait, what happened to Fritzy?

- She's dead. She was given a hot shot.

- What?

No. No, no, no.

That's--

what, she's dead?

[tense music]

- Chris, you gotta tell us what's going on, OK?

- No, I can't. - You--you can.

We can help you. - I can't. I need a lawyer.

Get me a lawyer.

I need a lawyer.

♪ ♪

- That wasn't an act.

There's no way that man killed Fritzy.

- OK, but it's also possible

that Fritzy's death was completely unrelated.

- She was buying from the G-Park Lords.

She could have stiffed 'em, and they hit back.

- So it's a coincidence?

That she dies while her friend is running from the police?

- Well, yeah, sure, it could be.

Either way, it doesn't mean the man's innocent.

- [sighs] Lindell didn't see his shooter.

- You did see his vehicle, Imani.

- Yeah, he was at the scene, but--

- But nobody saw him shoot Lindell.

- Right. So what if he didn't?

What if Maron was the person in the wrong place

at the wrong time?

- All right, so we keep Maron on ice

and we don't launch any charges till we stop having questions.

- All right, Imani and Torres are rerunning cams in the area

of Lindell's shooting.

Kev's gonna re-interview witnesses.

I said we'd take Fritzy.

- Yeah, well, I'm still on hold with the lab.

We still haven't gotten the results

from Fritzy's Kerman's bedsheets.

Yes, I am still here. Yes.

No, I put it in the stat.

Yes, I know I'm one of hundreds of cops

from the 21st district, but I marked it Intelligence

because I'm a detective in the Intelligence unit.

Yes, I will continue to hold.

- Kim. - Yes?

- When is there not gonna be boxes in my life?

- Probably never.

I don't think we're ever going to fully unpack the new house.

- There is no office space here.

Yes, sir, that's right.

I'm still waiting for my official assignment.

- Yes, I'm still here. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes. The blood came from Fritzy's sheets.

You found what else?

- My client has already been over--

- He doesn't have to speak unless he wants to.

And I think he'll want to.

[handcuffs click]

Fritzy.

The scene at her apartment was strange.

There was a fight in the living room.

There was blood on the bed sheets.

But you knew that.

We ran the blood. It was her own.

But semen also popped on the sheets.

And there was no match for the DNA in our system.

So we found this.

This fingerprint is a match for Frank Lindell.

Lindell was Fritzy's parole officer too.

And they were in a relationship?

- No, they weren't.

- No. Then what was it?

I know you think this could destroy

any good you've done since getting out, but it won't.

OK? I won't let it.

What was it?

- It was rape.

Lindell found out Fritzy was using again,

said he wouldn't report it if she screwed him,

did whatever he asked.

She did.

She didn't want to go back inside, and he knew that.

He started showing up at her house,

at her work, anywhere, anytime.

He showed up at her house again,

and she couldn't take it.

[tense somber music]

She'd had enough. She said she was done.

And so he raped her.

♪ ♪

- And she shot him.

She knew you were meeting him

and she knew where, so she went there.

She shot him and didn't kill him, so then he went back

and he put rat poison in her heroin to keep her quiet.

♪ ♪

Look, she's gone.

You can't protect her now.

♪ ♪

Did you see her shoot him?

♪ ♪

- Yes.

But I didn't know she would do that.

- I believe you.

- But I did wish him dead.

♪ ♪

- Lindell.

- Officers. What--what's going on?

How can I help you?

- We need you to come to the district.

- Really? Uh, why?

- Yeah, we gotta talk about Fritzy Kerman.

We think she was murdered.

When was the last time you talked to her?

- Um--

Sorry, I'm supposed to be taking it easy.

Let me go take my meds, and then I'll come down.

- Oh, you know, you, uh, you can just bring your meds.

- Yeah.

- Lindell.

[engine rumbles]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- CPD! Out of the vehicle!

Out of the vehicle! Show me your hands!

Lindell, I know that you can hear me.

Get out!

♪ ♪

Slow. And I want to see hands.

Slow. Show me both hands.

Both hands!

- Gun!

- Drop it. - I am not dropping.

- Drop it right now.

- I am not going to prison. I won't survive that.

- Drop it.

Fine. Lindell, look at me.

You drop that weapon, we'll talk about it, OK?

- You'll--

you don't want to talk. You wanted me to run.

No, no, no. I am not going inside.

I'm not. You're gonna have to shoot me.

♪ ♪

Shoot me.

♪ ♪

- That is not gonna happen.

You're not gonna get the easy way out.

♪ ♪

- Whoa.

Drop it. Drop it.

- [groans]

- You're gonna feel every day of your charges.

♪ ♪

- [groans]

♪ ♪

- 5021 David, advise streets and sands

to roll to 3984 Fullerton.

We got a vehicle that needs to be hooked

and transported for processing.

[phone buzzing]

Hey. How--

what?

Are you serious or are you playing?

Is the baby coming?

Are you sure?

You are.

OK. - Kev, go, go!

- You want a ride? - No, no, I got him.

- Uh, uh-- - Time to fly, Kev.

- Uh, take your time. I'm on my way.

- Good luck.

- [chuckles] That's crazy. - Oh, my God.

I can't believe he's gonna be a dad.

[tires squealing]

[engine revving]

- Do you want a--a ride back to the district later?

- Um, no, I'm good.

I'm just gonna grab one of the squad cars.

I got to be back early for visiting hours tomorrow.

- Hey, Imani? - Yeah.

- Yesterday, you really put yourself at risk,

you know, standing in front of my gun like that.

[soft dramatic music]

So next time, all you have to say is don't shoot.

I'll always have your back.

♪ ♪

- Appreciate that.

♪ ♪

- Have a good day.

- Move, move.

Trudy. Trudy.

Somebody is parked in my spot again.

I had to park a block away.

- Chief of OCD is still avoiding my calls.

- All right, then we'll go over his head.

- But I do know that

they are demolishing the old OCD headquarters today.

Chief will be there. Set to start at 9:00 a.m.

So if I were you, I'd get my butt--

that's right.

That's what I'd do.

- Hey. - Nope.

You're not on the list today.

- What?

- I don't know. Shari didn't put you on.

- Right, well, that should be a mistake.

I mean, I should be on the list.

I'm always on the list.

Can you go check?

- I can't. There's people coming in.

- Please?

Brenda, can you go check, please?

- All right.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

You are a hard man to find, Chief.

- Good.

- You realize that my district has turned into an airport?

Where are all these people going

and when are they getting there?

- You a sentimental man, Hank? - No.

- That's good, 'cause it's all going to change.

- I just want my district back, sir.

- 90% of that personnel will be reassigned

to patrol beat by Monday.

Their jobs were determined

to be an inefficient use of resources.

- Wait. Demoted to beat cop? All of 'em?

- Yep.

You'll have your district back.

- OK.

- With one difference.

- What's that?

- It's your turn.

All specialized units are being assigned a federal agent.

FBI oversight. - What?

- Your agent's moving into your wire room now.

- [scoffs] Excuse me?

- Officially, he's there to determine

if intelligence is an efficient use of resources.

He'll have full clearance

as well as full use of your bullpen.

Apparently, if something isn't working just right,

we blow it up.

- But, Chief, I'm not having an FBI agent in my bullpen.

Chief! Washburn!

[explosions, rubble thundering]

[ethereal dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- It's fixed?

- No, it wasn't a mistake.

- What? What do you mean?

- Shari has a right to refuse any visitors.

- You're not understanding.

I'm telling you she wouldn't refuse my visit.

- I talked to her. - OK, good. And?

- Shari took you off her visiting list.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- Look, I think she really does want

to try and get better here. She just--

she says she can't do it with you here too.

I'm sorry.

- Wait, wait, wait, um, sorry.

[somber music]

What do you mean she can't do it with me here?

I've been here every day. I--I've given her everything.

I've been here.

- I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]