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There you are.

Oh, please tell me you got some sleep.

- No. - Did you hear it again?

Yeah, I can't find it anywhere.

Well, I'll call the plumber. They'll find it.

That new house feeling go away yet?

Not really.

Feels like I'm falling asleep in a stranger's home.

Grab my coffee thing. Please.

- Please, please. - Give it time.

We're gonna make this ours.

- Mack like it here? - Yeah.

What, did she say something?

No, I just heard her rustling around in her room last night.

Oh, no.

She was just texting with her new friend.

You know what they were texting about?

- Please don't say boys. - Homework.

Math homework.

I mean, she loves her new school.

She loves everything about the move.

She even said that.

- She said "loves it." - Really?

Yeah.

It's gonna feel like our home soon enough.

We got that block party this weekend.

We'll meet some people. That'll help.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm gonna go in early, catch up on some paper.

I'll get the little hellion ready for school.

Mack, your cereal's getting cold.

Let's go.

Units in the 21, we're getting calls

of a red Honda Accord driving erratically

northbound on Ashland near Polk.

We got nothing on the plates.

Anyone available to give it a look?

Uh, 2113, sorry, Squad.

We're down on a prisoners transport.

5021 Eddie. I'm in the area.

I will roll on it.

Copy, 5021 Eddie.

We'll hold you down responding.

5021 Eddie, Squad, vehicle just ran a red

at Newbury. Almost took out a pedestrian.

I'm gonna light him up.

It's not stopping.

Car just crashed into a parked vehicle around 1630 West 14th.

I'm going in on foot. Send me ambo! Send me cars!

- Copy, 5021 Eddie. - Ambo and backup en route.

- I got one female DOA. - Stand by.

- Copy, 5021 Eddie. - Standing by.

Sarge, you got ears in?

Yeah, I heard you over the zone.

I'm 1076 to your location.

- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.

You're gonna want to see this.

I'm five minutes out.

5021 Eddie.

Notify Major Accidents and disregard

any other responding units.

Intelligence is securing the scene.

Copy, Eddie.

What do we got?

Money and packaging, plenty of it.

- Huh. - I ran the firecracker logo.

It belongs to a violent DTO leader named Jared Munson.

That right there is Jennifer Weaver,

known drug and money courier for Munson.

That's a lot of cash.

All the ziplocks are empty?

Yeah, I figured she was on her way

- to a pickup or a drop-off. - Huh.

Narcotics has got it in for this guy.

His meth... lethal.

They've been trying to slap bracelets on him

for over a year, and I think...

I think this gives us a chance.

You got a play in mind?

- We let the money walk. - Okay.

Okay, so someone from the neighborhood

gets here before the police.

They find all that cash, they take it,

and they return it to Munson, asking for a piece of the pie.

And who finds the money?

Me.

This is our priority target, DTO leader Jared Munson.

His crew mixes meth with high-grade fentanyl.

Doesn't care if it kills as long as it sells.

Initial target is this guy, Shane Wright,

low-level pack worker.

Usually hits a spot in about an hour.

Burgess is going UC, potential for long form.

She makes contact, and then we move slow.

Work from bottom to top.

Right, so be ready to roll in an hour

and meet Shane at his spot. Donovan, you met everyone?

Yes. Yes, sir.

Really happy to be here. Ready to roll.

If I'm stepping in anything, tell me.

Tell me fast and good. I'll rerack.

- Don't worry. - He'll let you know.

All right, let's do this.

- Find a parking spot okay? - What, downstairs?

Yeah. Why?

You guys have assigned spots or something?

Where'd you park?

By that beat-up old picnic table.

Ooh, good choice.

Yeah, Sarge loves it when you park in his spot.

I talked to Kaylie's mom, and she said that she'll

cover Mack's pickups on Wednesdays.

Okay, great, great, great.

Yeah, I restocked the fridge last night,

so snack packs will be locked and loaded.

- Oh. Nice work, Officer. - Thank you.

Wish you were coming to that block party, though.

You're gonna miss it.

Maybe time away will give me that coming home feeling.

- I like that. - That's a positive spin.

You know me.

What do you think of this?

Yo, yo.

- I need to talk to your boss. - What?

What? Your boss.

- Who the hell are you? - Does it matter?

I have something he's missing. He's gonna wanna talk with me.

Wow. You're hard to please.

Don't make that face.

I just found 'em.

I'm trying to return 'em, but like, with a finder's fee.

Why don't you tell Jared that I knew Tammy in high school?

I knew his sister, and I was sorry to hear

she passed last year.

Go tell him that.

Who are you?

I'm Kenzie. Who are you?

What's in it for me, Kenzie?

Nice.

Take your pick.

This is the part where you take out your phone

and tap in my digits.

Let's go.

Good boy.

- Nice work. - He making the call?

Uh, not exactly.

You know, just give it time.

Get settled into your UC apartment.

Kid's gonna move.

25 minutes late. We're getting jerked around.

We got movement, two o'clock.

And here we go.

Yo.

Hey, girl.

That button. Yeah, that one.

- You Kenzie? - Yeah.

God damn it.

Oh, my God. Sorry, allergies.

Squirrel hair. They're rodents.

Did you know that? Yeah, fuzzy little bastards.

Okay. You coming or what?

- I'll take that. Or not. - Don't touch that.

Okay. Oh. I forgot.

Sorry. Just let me, uh...

you know, orders from headquarters.

My boyfriend, he says that I, uh,

I gotta frisk you. I don't know.

- Your boyfriend is Munson? - Oh, yeah. That's right.

You know, and he's like a paranoid little baby too.

But I guess, like, you know, if you spend

your time around that much meth,

eventually you are gonna get...

I got you in the boob.

Yeah, well, you know, it was good for me.

Okay, um, yeah. Okay, cool.

You're clean, baby. Let's rock and roll.

Come on, we don't got all day, sweetheart.

- Let's go. - Jeez.

This is my baby's bar.

I helped decorate it.

That bitch never returned my crock pot.

That's the kind of person she is.

Hey.

Toodle-oo, Loraine.

- Hi, baby. - Hi, baby.

- This is Kenzie. - Hmm.

Got something for you.

Oh, yeah?

Wow, you just get right to business.

You mind explaining why you got my goddamn money?

Found it.

- Found it? - Found it.

Huh. Now, I'm gonna need more than that.

Why? I'm doing you a favor.

I was leaving Marble Bar.

I saw your girl scrap up her car,

took what I could. Here I am.

End of story.

But you didn't keep the money?

You got a rich boyfriend or something?

- No, I got jack. - Hmm.

And you didn't keep the money.

Yeah, well, I heard what happens

to people who steal from you.

Oh, what happens?

You were at St. Thomas with my sister?

I was at St. Mary's of Perpetual Help.

I don't want to play this game, okay?

I just want a cut of the money, and then I'm gone.

Okay, Kenzie with the brown eyes,

look, I don't give away free money.

- Hmm. - But I'll give you work.

- I don't want to work. - I just want a cut.

- Well, I need a new driver. - And I don't care.

I want a cut of the money.

I like her.

Baby.

Give me my money.

I'm gonna let you have this job.

You can take your cut from that.

Okay.

It's all there.

You free tomorrow?

So the deal is just a simple pickup and drop-off.

- Yeah, I get it. - It's a pickup of ice.

No, money, honey.

Start you slow.

Same thing he did for me when I hit town a year ago, so.

Where'd you hit from?

Um, St. Louis, you know, originally.

But Lincoln was my last home. Yeah.

Stinking frickin' Lincoln.

That did not... not play out.

No? What happened?

What happened?

Well, what happened is I'm a recovering addict,

Kenzie Ken, but Chicago is my do-over,

and I am six months clean. Yeah, and I got plans, baby.

Sober plans. Sober plans.

Sober plans with your meth dealer boyfriend? Okay.

Oh, no.

Look at that. The girl's got wisdom.

Yeah, I know who he is, bitch.

You know, but he's good, and I'm good.

And he is paying for my beauty school tuition, okay?

Full ride, full rebuild.

- Sweet. - Yeah.

And honest, you... you should have seen

what I was like a year ago.

I was using so much crank,

it was eating my brains from the inside out.

Had me going crazy.

I thought my donut guy was poisoning me.

And then I just thought everyone was poisoning me.

My... my sponsor called them my dark imaginings.

- Yeah. - Your dark imaginings?

Yeah, it's from some thing hanging on his wall.

It was like a poem. "Desperado"?

I don't know.

I didn't really get any of it,

but dark imaginings, that I get.

I got. You know?

Okay, okay. Yeah, this is it.

Okay, so they always pick the worst beaters

you ever did see. Honest, honest.

My baby will tell you the car, but you don't need him to.

You just pick the worst one, the ugliest one,

the one you won't ever want to be seen in,

and there will be...

Your cash money, honey.

Go on. You do the honors.

- Got it. - Great.

Whoa, whoa. Hold up, hold up.

Come on.

- Give me the money. - I know you have it.

- Seriously? - Give me the money.

- Go home, Iggy. - Who's this?

- You idiot. - Give me the money.

Munson's gonna kill your scrawny ass.

- Now! - Who the hell is this guy?

- I don't know. - I don't recognize him.

- Get off the car, you loser! - That's what you want to do?

- What the... oh, my God! - Gun.

- Move, move, move. - Wait, wait, wait.

- Calm down. - Just...

Yes, get him, girl!

- Get him! - Get out of here.

- Kick him in the nuts, girl! - Get out of here!

Yeah, that's right.

We're not giving you anything.

Damn.

You better run!

He's gonna kill your ass!

- We gotta go. - You stupid little bitch!

- We gotta go. - That was beautiful.

You are a damn legend! Whoa!

Let's go, baby.

Hey.

Hey. Are you all right?

I mean, that... that was some serious ass kicking there,

- Detective, but my God. - Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened to that guy? Iggy?

Yeah, his name is Iggy Markin.

He's an ex-packer for Munson.

Clearly got into the supply, got all kicked.

We let him walk. Didn't want to blow your cover.

- That's good. - That was a good play.

How's Mack? How's home?

- Mm. Yeah, she's good. - She's good.

I got the security system installed.

And, hey, the plumber did come by today,

and he didn't find no leaks.

No drips, nothing.

Are you serious?

- Dad! - Sorry, nothing.

Yeah, just one second.

Hey, what time are you guys

swinging through the bar tomorrow?

- Dee Dee said 4:00. - Okay.

We'll be there. I love you.

Love you.

What are you doing here?

- I was in the hood. - Mm.

Nice PJs.

Ooh.

How long you been in this rat trap?

A little bit. Why?

Huh.

Dee Dee said you took care of Iggy pretty damn good.

- Took him down fast, she said. - That guy?

Yeah. You former military or something?

My brother was an Army Ranger.

Huh.

Well, I can't find Iggy's junkie ass.

Must have skipped town.

Good. That's good, right?

Where'd your brother serve?

What the hell is this, Munson?

I'm getting to know you.

You don't need to know me that well.

My dick brother's history isn't gonna help me drive, is it?

- Meet me at the bar. - Why?

Just be there in 30.

- Hey. - Munson was just here.

He was at my place.

He was testing me, asking if I was military.

And I left out my undercover and my personal phone, Adam.

- Did he clock both phones? - I don't know.

What if I'm made?

What's your gut say?

Nothing, but I'm not trusting my gut lately anyway.

- Why not? - I'm just not...

it's not leaning one way or another.

Okay.

Well, you gotta make the call.

If you want to pull it, we'll pull it right now.

Okay, we can come at him another way.

No.

That guy didn't see anything.

I'm staying under.

I'm gonna go to the bar, and Torres is gonna ghost me,

and we're gonna get him.

Where's Munson? He said he'd be here.

Ah.

He's busy.

Okay.

Follow me.

The hell's wrong with this place?

Oh, you ain't imagining it.

The floors are tilted.

Yeah.

Look, this whole place is falling in on itself, you know?

- Makes you feel crazy, right? - Jesus, Dee.

Oh. Turn around.

- Why? - 'Cause I said so.

Turn your ass around. Come on. Perfect.

Right there. Don't move. You look fantastic.

This is actually my man's sanctuary.

Yeah, you know, he, like, meets his crew

and cooker here and all that, but, you know, no phones.

- No phones. - Yeah?

- Yeah, good for him. - Mm-hmm.

Here we go!

Okay, I'm done.

- Dee Dee. - I'm sorry.

What the hell is your problem?

It's 'cause Munson's pack-man needs the money.

And you get to drop it off solo, Kenzie.

Hey, you're moving on up, baby girl.

- Oh! - Get out of here.

Let's go.

I'm double parked.

Dropoff was smooth.

We hung back on the ghost.

Another low-level player did the pickup.

Check this out.

This guy, Tim Carter,

I did some digging on him, Sergeant.

Two ex-wives, two court orders for late spousal payments.

Dip-ass might be ripe to squeeze.

Oh, if it comes to that, sure.

But for now, Burge is still in play.

Munson set you up for another run?

No, his tips are fat.

Well, we need to get closer.

We need a direct link between Munson and the meth

before we can move.

Dee Dee said Munson meets his cook

in that back office. We plant a wire there.

Dee Dee's got a key.

She's got beauty school tomorrow night.

You could break into her apartment.

- Exactly. - I've been to her apartment.

She leaves that key right out in the open.

It'll take me two minutes, tops.

- I can get an ASA on board. - Okay, good.

Let's do it.

Dee Dee?

Dee Dee? Dee Dee, are you all right?

- Dee Dee? - Dee Dee, it's Kenzie.

Where you at?

- That son of a bitch! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Girl, what is going on?

He screwed Loraine last night.

I mean, I am done. Screwed her.

I walked in on 'em, full reverse cowgirl.

- Are you kidding me? - She was looking right at me.

That's what this is about?

- I knew it. - Dude.

That little bitch.

I never should have come to Chicago.

I knew what would happen.

- Take a breath. - I'm leaving tomorrow.

Tater's gonna come help me get my stuff,

and I'm getting the hell out of here!

Okay. Okay, all right.

But I'm gonna slice that bastard's throat before I go!

Dee Dee, no, you're gonna slice yourself first.

Let it go. Let it go.

Oh, God.

Come here, come here.

Why'd you let him get in your head?

They're not worth that.

- Where's your phone? - What?

- You got a sponsor, right? - No.

- I'm gonna call him. - No, screw that!

It's... it's too damn late for that now.

You can feel it, can't you?

Yeah, yeah, the feeling?

It's all wrong.

Something's coming.

You know it's coming.

They're gonna poison me.

Nobody's poisoning you.

Hey, Dee, look at me.

It's your dark imaginings, okay?

Dark imaginings. No.

- Yeah, that's what you said. - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's 'cause...

see, it's in the water.

Kenzie, it's in the water, okay?

- So don't drink the water. - Okay.

- Don't drink the water. - No, don't drink the water.

Don't drink the water. Don't drink the water.

Hey, Kenz.

You leaving?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got a water leak at my place.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Go back to sleep. I'll call you.

Don't leave town, Dee Dee.

I can help you, okay?

Okay.

- Hey. - Hey.

Key's a go.

Adam, when this is done,

I'm getting that girl some real help.

Yeah, we will.

- You good on the wire? - Yeah, I'm testing it now.

And then I'll get into Munson's office tonight

and get it up.

And then this will be over, and I can come home.

- Kim, stop. - What? What's wrong?

I think you need to get out of there.

I think you're made.

What? What are you talking about?

- You're made. You're made. - You need to go.

Kim, I'm looking at our security footage

from last night. I'm looking at Munson's car.

He's slow rolled us. Son of a bitch.

He got eyes on Mack. All right, you need to go.

I'm gonna take Mack to the 7th District.

I will call the team.

I'm gonna get you backup, but you gotta go, okay?

You gotta get out of there.

Hey, Kenzie.

Hey, Munson.

You seen Dee Dee?

No.

Get in.

You stalking me, Munson?

I said, get in.

What are you waiting for?

- Chicago PD. - Get out of the car!

- Hands, hands! - Put your goddamn hands

- outside the car. - Easy, easy.

- Don't easy me. - Hands.

Put 'em on the hood of the car.

- Stepping out. - Good.

- Stepping out. - I don't need your narration.

Let's go.

Gotta give it to you, Kenzie, or whatever

the hell your name is. You're very good.

No, no, no, no!

No, no!

I knew you were a cop, bitch.

You flipped Dee Dee. Where is she?

- I don't know. - I didn't flip her.

- Don't lie to me! - She got into my safe.

She stole my money.

Tell me where she is, or I'll blow your pretty face off!

You want to kill a cop?

Get in, get in!

- Go, go, go, go! - My goody bag's in back.

- Grab a vest. - Yeah.

5021 Paul, Eastbound Lawndale from 67th.

In pursuit of a black Camaro.

Offender wanted on an attempted murder of a police officer.

Burgess, was he armed? What was he wearing?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - He was armed. He was armed.

A gray... gray shirt, black pants.

-5021 Paul, offender white... - Jeans.

White, 6 feet, armed, gray shirt, black jeans.

- Yes. - Here you go.

Here. Here. You good?

- Oh, I'm fine. - He knew I was police.

He knew where I lived. I should have called it.

Hey, you can't always know.

All right, stay in that seat. Stay in it now.

Rest is for later.

- Hey, this is Dee Dee. - I love you.

- Dee Dee, it's Kenz. - Munson's after you, okay?

If you're at your friend's place,

I need you to get the hell out of there, babe, okay?

Get the hell out of there. Call me.

Corner.

Got him.

5021 Paul, we have eyes on that Camaro.

It's parked on 47th and Wolcott.

Crossing.

- Clear! - Clear.

You call it in.

5021 Paul, vehicle's unoccupied.

Offender's armed and on foot. We need cars.

We're on foot, plain clothes.

- Copy, 5021 Paul. - Backup's en route.

Lost him on Wolcott.

There's no PODs on that street. His phone's down.

He's gonna be on foot, or he's gonna jack a vehicle.

Adam?

- Him and Mack are okay. - They're at a safe house.

Do we have any leads on Dee?

If she really jacked his safe, I mean,

he's gonna go after her, and he's gonna kill her.

BOLO's out and CPIC's on it.

All right, I the ping order out on the phone,

but her phone's shut off. Last ping was her crib.

- What about her friend, Tater? - She mentioned a Tater.

Yeah, we ran it, but nothing popped in our database.

No one from her school,

nothing in her known associates.

Oh, wait.

CPIC just sent an email saying that the vehicle

passed Parnell and 45th Street at 8:12 a.m.

Parnell and 45th.

There's someone in her known associates.

His address is on that block.

He's... he's got a sheet for burglary.

His name is Richard Taylor.

Tater, Taylor?

- Close enough. - Let's go.

Torres, you in position?

- We're set in the back. - Copy, stand by.

Approaching now.

Chicago PD, open up!

Blood.

Chicago PD, body!

Clear!

5021, roll the crime lab and the coroner

to 4418 Parnell.

Hey.

Leads back out of the house.

That blood didn't come from these two.

Dee Dee stabbed Munson.

Good for you.

Munson parked here.

Let's go find that son of a bitch.

- Munson was sloppy... - there are two sets of prints

on the knife recovered inside,

and Forensics is rushing it to the lab right now.

Neighbors saw Munson park in the alley.

Red Mazda, no plates. We put a BOLO out.

It must have been a stolen vehicle.

He's gonna skip town with his money.

- But he's injured. - Dee Dee sliced him.

Depending on where, he will need medical attention.

We hit the nearest emergency rooms.

Put a BOLO out to all hospitals.

Yeah, and dig into all of Munson's known associates.

Might go to someone for help.

Hey, where was Dee Dee planning on going?

I don't know. Home, maybe.

Said home was St. Louis.

Stinking frickin' Lincoln.

- Dante. - Yep.

Come here.

You recognize any of those boxing gyms?

That's 12th Round on Spaulding.

- I sparred there a few times. - Ever get hurt?

Yeah, yeah, that...

that gym's like a triage center.

- Check this out. - Munson trained as a fighter.

Look at this.

Employment history.

He worked at two different boxing gyms.

Could be getting stitched up at one.

- Dante, grab Imani. - Donovan, you're with me.

- Copy. - I'll loop in Voight.

Kim, you got your ears on?

Go ahead.

There's no sign of Munson at Two Tone.

- Copy. - We just got to 12th Round.

Fresh blood.

Sarge, there's fresh blood on the door handle

- outside 12th Round. - Hold anchor.

Keep it contained. On our way.

Voight, he could be moving out the back door

as we speak. We need to move.

Your call.

Copy. We're going in.

Crossing.

Donovan?

Tell me you hear that.

Mm-hmm.

Chicago PD, get out here, Munson!

5021 Paul, shots fired by offender and police.

Offender down.

Copy, 5021 Paul.

Mobile crime lab en route.

- You got it? - Okay.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

All good with IRT?

It was pretty straightforward.

Everything else?

I got made.

I dug.

Munson ran your UC car.

He tracked it to the fleet rental company we used.

Went there, asked questions. They answered.

- He was smart. - I tipped him.

- Hmm. - It was me.

Or maybe he was onto us from the start.

We might never know.

The man with the answer is in that bag.

Job's done.

Go home.

All right, kid, for the win.

Oh! Where'd you get that arm?

Where'd you get that arm? From your dad?

I think so.

Come on.

- Hey, neighbor. - Hey.

Wayne. Two doors down.

Listen, I owe you an apology.

The other day, you waved to me,

and I had two phone calls going in my ear at once.

- Yeah, no worries. - I'm Kim.

- Nice to meet you. - You too.

You and your husband are both police?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

The street just got safer.

Thanks, Wayne.

It's nice to meet you.

Hey!

There it is!

You see that throw?

Gotta tell you, if all else fails,

Mack's got a future in balloon toss.

You can make that a thing, right?

Oh, for sure.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm just on edge.

I probably should have sat this one out.

I almost just threw down on our new neighbor.

Oh.

How about that weird new house feeling?

- It gone? - Yeah, it's going away.

I know I pushed us to move here, but it's...

it's gonna be good, right?

It's gonna be great.

Look at this.

It's gonna be home.