All language subtitles for Chicago PD s08e01_English

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- Thanks for meeting me, Kevin.

- Yeah, sure thing.

- Please, have a seat.

So I have been
reviewing the evidence

in the Doyle homicide case,

and I just wanted to

touch base with you

one more time.

- I'm not sure
what you're asking.

- I'm asking
if there's anything

you would like to add

or modify.

[dramatic music]

- No.

I stand by
my original statement.

- Yo, what's in the bag?

- Nothing.

- Hey, I'm police.

I asked you a question.

- Officer Doyle
had no probable cause

hopping out of the car
and stopping Shawn Paige.

Doyle was the aggressor,
not Paige.

That man was walking down
the street

minding his own business.

- So the two men inside
of the recording studio

who shot and killed Doyle...

- Doyle!

- You believe they were acting
in self-defense?

[gunshots]

- Yes, ma'am.

I need you to fight, Doyle.
I need you to fight.

- Okay.

Then I guess I need to file
a motion to dismiss.

- That's your call.

- No, it's actually your call.

You were the only witness.

So if you think Doyle is
to blame, there is no case.

- Like I said,

I stand by
my original statement.

- It takes a lot of guts
for a young Black cop

to take on the Chicago
Police Department.

[tense music]

- I'm right here!
I'm right here!

- I know what's been going on
with Atwater past few weeks.

- I got no idea
what you're talking about.

- Kenny.

Please don't make a jerk of me,
okay?

We both know what you've
been doing has gotta stop now

before someone gets hurt.

- Like I said, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but even if I did,

there's no way
I could agree to that.

That kid Atwater broke
the most sacred rule there is:

he snitched on the police

on a cop who died
on the line of duty

with a wife
and two little kids.

If that's not bad enough,

state's attorney's office
just dropped the case.

The two punks
that killed Doyle,

a Chicago police officer,

are gonna walk free.

- Atwater did
what he thought was right.

- No.
He crossed the line.

Blue wall is there
to keep us together.

It keeps us safe.

It's a bible,
our Ten Commandments.

You of all people
know that, Hank.

If someone chooses
to violate that code,

he's gotta pay the price.

Way it's always been.

♪

Way it always will be.

♪

- You know, Lisa,
I signed a statement

with the state's attorney.

Your husband
will be exonerated.

- [sighs]
I can't believe it.

I really can't.

It's the best damn thing
I've heard in a long time.

- It's good news for you too.

That means that lawsuit against
the city just got a lot better.

Proves that cop Doyle
was in the wrong;

your husband Shawn
was in the right.

- [sighs]

Thank you.

- Glad I could help.

- You know, brother, this city
needs more people like you.

People who actually care.

Know how to treat people
like people.

- Ay.

I got you, little homie.

Feel real sorry
about your father.

He was a good man.
He did nothing wrong.

- Then why'd you kill him?

- [sighs]

[tires squealing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

I'm telling you,
I'm starting to get paranoid.

Like, for real.

Every time I see a cop,
I get nervous.

I start thinking,
my mind starts racing.

I told you I was literally
on my knees

looking under the damn car.
For what?

I don't know,
but I was looking.

- How many officers
were in the car?

- What do you mean?
- I'm just asking.

- One.
Why?

- Well, if someone was
gonna plant something,

I'm guessing, you know,

they would do it alone and
leave their partner out of it.

- [sighs]

You're saying that--

- I'm saying that, you know,
Doyle's crew, they play dirty.

- [sighs]

[sighs]

Sorry for dragging you
into all into this, Ruz.

[exhales]

This nonsense is starting
to get to me.

Am I going crazy,

or is this actually happening?

- Hey?
- Hm?

- Hand me that rag.
- What?

[ominous music]

♪

- It's heroin.

- What the hell?

- Well,

at least we know
you're not crazy.

- Damn.

- Well, what's the plan?

You gonna inventory
and write paper?

- I don't know.
I'm still thinking about it.

- Did you get a good look
at the patrol car?

You see V-tags, plates?

All right, we can pull
POD footage,

scroll through the video.
Who knows?

Maybe we catch this dirty prick
actually planting the dope.

- It's possible,

but these dudes
are all over the place.

Doyle's probably got
two cousins and an uncle

working for IED,

which means no matter
what we find,

the case still won't go
anywhere, and you know that.

- All right.

Well, you do what you gotta do,

but you remember that I'm here
to help you, all right?

Any way you want.

- Appreciate that.

- Police officers will spend
more time in the streets

and in the neighborhoods.

- Hey, Deputy Supe's
giving a speech.

- You mean apology.

She's pretty much telling us

we're a bunch
of unenlightened idiots.

- I wouldn't go that far.

She's just telling us
what we already know.

Police have to do a better job
at deescalating.

- Sure, but she doesn't have
to be so disrespectful.

We're all trying our best.

- Not good enough, Hailey.

It isn't.

CPD did not kill George Floyd,
I get that,

but we sure as hell killed
Shawn Paige.

So maybe we should
just reserve our judgement,

listen to what the sister
has to say.

- Yeah, I'm not...

- We will once and for all
tear down the blue wall.

- [sighs]

Nice to meet you, Sergeant.
[chuckles]

- Nice to meet you.
- I know you're busy.

I really appreciate you
coming in here

to meet me in person.

- Deputy Supe calls, you come.

- Please, call me Sam.

You want anything to drink?
Coffee, water?

- No thanks.

- You know, I've been here
just two weeks,

and all I keep hearing
is your name.

Hank Voight this,
Hank Voight that.

By all accounts,
you are one hell of a cop.

- Well, that is
very kind of you,

but I'm guessing
you didn't call me down here

to blow smoke.

- No.
I didn't.

I wanted to give you
a heads up, cop to cop.

If you keep running your unit
the way you've been doing

for the past seven years,

you're gonna be out of a job
by Christmas.

- Anything else I should know?

- Yeah.

I'm on your side.

I want you to succeed,
Sergeant.

[phone buzzes]

If Hank Voight can change
the way he polices,

if he can learn how
to play by the rules,

the rest of the department
will follow.

- Look,
thanks for the heads up,

but I gotta go
if that's all right.

5-year-old girl just got shot.

- Stay safe, Sergeant.

- Ma'am.

- Hang in there.
You're gonna be okay.

- [crying]
- We were walking back

from the market, and then
I heard two loud pops,

and I saw Laura
on the ground bleeding.

- Okay, did you see
the shooter?

- No.

- Did you see anything
suspicious?

- No, no, no, no, no.
I just--

We were just walking,
and then she got hit.

Listen, I need to be
with my little girl right now.

- Okay, go.
- Okay, what do we know?

- Not much.

Jay and I heard
the "shots fired" call

come over the radio,
so we rushed to the scene.

The little girl was
bleeding out when we got here.

- She got shot in the stomach.

Good news is,
the ambo got here quick.

- What happened?
Robbery, drive-by?

- Yeah, we don't know.

She was walking
with her parents,

and then she got shot somehow.

Unfortunately,
they didn't see much.

They heard two loud pops.
Next thing you know,

their daughter's
on the ground bleeding.

- So stray bullet?
- Sounds like it.

- All right,
so start canvassing.

Talk to witnesses, pull PODs,
surveillance cameras.

Find someone who saw something.

- I hope Kev didn't think
that I...

I was bitchin' about
the Deputy Supe's speech,

not trying to minimize
what happened to Shawn Paige.

- I think
he totally knows that.

He's just venting.

He's going through so much
right now.

I wouldn't worry about it.
- Okay.

- Sir, do you live around here?

Yeah?
Did you see anything unusual?

Anybody with a gun,
anyone arguing?

- No.

- Did you hear gunshots?
- No.

- How long you been out here?
- About an hour.

- You've been out here
for an hour and you didn't hear

two gunshots
that hit a little girl

right over there
30 minutes ago?

- I already told you.

- Look, we're just trying
to get some information.

- And I ain't got any, so get
the hell out my face, bitch.

- What did you say to me?

- Come on.

- Yeah, y'all racist-ass cops

ain't welcome
around here no more.

[both speaking Spanish]

- Hey, man.

You see the shooting today?

Maybe hear gunshots
about 30 minutes ago?

See an argument, fight,

car drive by real fast?

Anything like that?

All right.

- No, no, no,
what are you doing?

Hey, stop.
What are you doing?

- He just threw
a beer bottle at me.

- Let it go.

It's not worth
escalating this.

Let it go.

- That's Agg Assault
against a police officer.

All right, they can film
all they want.

I don't care.
- I do care.

I'm not risking my career
over a damn beer bottle.

You let it go, okay?

- [sighs]

- Okay, what do we know?
- Nothing much.

No shot splatter,
no shell casings,

no witnesses.

- None that were willing
to cooperate anyway.

- I just talked to Med.

The girl, Laura Diaz,
she's in critical,

but the good news is,
doctors removed the bullet.

It's 9mm.
It's with ballistics right now.

- Not sure if it's connected,

but Laura's father
was arrested for possession

three years ago.

Also has some gang cards
on file.

Looks like he runs
with the Latin Players.

- Maybe we were wrong.

Maybe it wasn't a stray bullet
after all.

- You're saying
that I was the target,

and they hit Laura by accident?

- No, what we're saying is,

we know about your affiliation
with the Latin Players.

- What the hell
are you talking about?

- Roberto, we're just trying
to find the person

who shot your daughter.

We're here not here
to investigate you.

We don't care who you run with.

- I don't run with anyone.
[scoffs]

I own a bakery
in Little Village

on 26th street.
I work there seven days a week.

- We also know about
your prior arrest.

- I got pulled over by a cop
for running a stop sign,

and I had two joints
in my glove compartment, okay?

That don't make me
no drug dealer, bro,

and that sure as hell
don't make me no gangbanger.

- Okay, it's our mistake.

But like I said,

we're just trying to find the
person who shot your daughter.

- So think hard.

Roberto, as difficult
as this must be,

put yourself back
in that moment in time

when you heard the gunshots.

Was there anybody around?

Anybody walking?
Running?

- Naw.

- You see any cars?
Motorcycles?

Bicycles?

- I heard a car drive away,
like, real fast,

but it was through the alleyway
at the other end of the block.

- All right, you remember
the make and model, the color?

- It was dark, man.

It was, like, black I think.

- Thank you.
That helps.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Listen, I'll do whatever I can,
it's just...

go find this son of a bitch.

- Okay, black car

drove off right after
the gunshots.

Cool.
Copy that.

All right, that's Halstead.

He's gonna pull more
surveillance video.

- Okay.
- Try to find a black car.

- Good.

I heard they dropped
the homicide charge

against those two bangers
who shot Doyle.

- It was a weak case.
- Mm-hmm.

- Bangers or not, that night,

just two dudes minding
their own business.

- Yeah, look.

Kevin...

I know you've been going
through a lot, okay?

But you gotta understand,
these cops,

I mean, this is gonna
rile them up even more.

The only thing they were
hanging onto was that trial,

watching those two offenders
get convicted of murder.

- I get it,
but that's their problem.

And like I've
been trying to say,

those two dudes
weren't really offenders.

- Oh, come on, man,
you don't have--

- The charges got dropped.

- Kevin, I'm trying
to help you.

If you ever need to talk...

- I'm good.

Thanks.

[somber music]

♪

.

- This security camera caught
our masked offender

running down the alley.

Then an unknown male
chases after him,

confronts him, they fight,

our offender draws a weapon.

I'm guessing that's our 9mm.

He fires two rounds,
misses his intended target.

- And it hits a 5-year-old girl
named Laura Diaz a block away.

- The question is: where was
the offender coming from,

and who did he rob?

- Can you enhance that?

[keys clacking]

Is that a church?

[dramatic music]

♪

- Chicago PD.
Anyone here?

- Hello?

Hello?

- Police.

- Hello?
Jay.

Sir?

- [heavy breathing]
- Sir, sir, it's okay.

We're the police.
It's okay.

- You want us to call
an ambulance?

- No.

- Do you need medical help?
You sure?

- I'm okay.

- All right,
let's get you up, okay?

You got it?
Come on.

- [grunts]

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.

- All right.

You wanna tell us
what happened?

- Hold on.
I need a drink.

That's the last time I stash
money for a drug dealer.

That's for damn sure.

I'm not proud
of keeping dirty cash,

but I won't apologize
for it either.

I did what I had to do
to keep the doors open,

give the people in this parish
a place to come,

a place to pray.

- Yeah, look, we're not here
to judge or absolve.

We just wanna know
what happened.

- I was in here
doing paperwork.

I look up.
I see some guy in a mask

pointing a gun at me,
telling me to open the safe,

like he knew I was hiding
all this cash.

I did what he said.

I gave him the money,
and he ran out.

But then I realized the dealer
would think I was involved,

so I ran after the guy.
I tackled him.

He tried to shoot me,

but anyway,
he ran away and drove off.

- Well then, he drove off,

so who tied you up
and beat you?

- The dealer.

I called him up.
I told him what happened.

Next thing I know,
he's in my office punching me,

calling me a thief.

- All right,
what's the dealer's name?

- Hey.

A little girl got shot

'cause you were hiding
drug money in a church.

So you need
to start talking now.

- Carlos, I don't care
about you,

the cash, the priest,
or the church.

I just wanna find the guy

who did the robbery
and shot that little girl.

Now you ask me, we're on the
same side on this thing, bro.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying I'll find him, and
then I'll put him in prison,

and I'm done.

You're free to do
whatever you gotta do.

Okay, who else knew
about the money?

- Nobody.

- No friends?
Business associates?

- [chuckles]
They all criminals, man.

- Hmm.

- Why would I tell them
where I hide my cash?

- So you telling me
only you and Father Allende

knew about the money
in the church?

- Yeah, that's why
I beat his ass.

- Hmm.

- He's playing me like a fool.

- No.
His story checks out.

After the guy took the money,

he ran out,
Allende chased after him,

tackled the guy.

He turned around,
got off two shots,

almost killed the priest.

Got the whole thing
on tape too.

Sound like an inside job
to you?

Uh-huh.

So who else knew about
the money in the church?

- I'm telling you, man,
I don't know.

- All right, listen.

If you think of something
that might be useful,

give me a call.

We got a hit
on that black car?

- Yeah, pulled video
from a traffic cam

two blocks south of the church.

- You run the plates?

- Yep, it came back
to a 2004 Grand Cherokee.

It's registered to a female
Hispanic, 29 years of age.

She goes by the name
Anna Salgado.

She lives at 6438 South Homan,

and she does have
a sheet, boss.

Got pinched
for a drug misdemeanor.

- She also has a brother doing
three years for a felony

and a daughter,
seven years old.

Guess who the father is.

Carlos Infante.

- The banger hiding his cash
at the church.

- Nice work.
All right, bring her in.

- I already told you.

I don't know anything about
no robbery at no church.

- We got a warrant
for your phone.

We read all your texts.

Look, I know what's going on.

- What's that mean?

- It means that I know you
and your baby daddy,

Carlos Infante,
have been beefing about money

'cause he hasn't been providing
for your daughter.

- But you're a good mom,

so you took matters
into your own hands,

took what you thought
was yours.

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

- Come on, Anna.

You and Carlos were together
a long time.

You knew he was hiding money
at the church.

Maybe he told you,

maybe you overheard him
talking one day,

but either way, you knew.

- Now we know you're not
a criminal, we know that.

You don't know how
to rob people.

You told one of your friends
about this, right?

A friend came through,

did the robbery,
took the cash,

jumped in your black Jeep,

drove away.

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

- You understand
a little girl was shot

about the same age
as your daughter?

She's fighting for her life.

Now you tell us
who was driving your car,

we can work out a deal,

keep you out of prison--

keep you at home
with your little girl

instead of her growing up
in foster care.

Now who was driving your car?

[somber music]

♪

- Somebody must've stolen it,
or maybe--

- Don't be stupid!

- I'm done talking!
I want a lawyer.

- How'd it go?
- Didn't say a word.

- Yeah, and for good measure,
she lawyered up.

- You got enough to charge her?
- Not even close.

Look, we do know
that she's involved.

She tipped somebody off.

So let's get eyes on her.
Set up outside her house.

Find out who
she's hanging out with.

- I'm not gonna lie to you,
man,

I'm, like, a little impressed
with this Anna girl.

I would've bet $1,000
she was gonna roll.

So that says what?

The shooter's gotta be
her boyfriend or a relative?

Someone she cares about, right?

Someone she can't just
snitch on.

'Cause I'm telling you,
Voight,

he made her a hell of an offer.

No jailtime,
gets to keep her daughter,

and this girl, man, she just...
[whistles]

Stayed stoneface.
She didn't even flinch.

- I get it, bro.

She's a hero.

Didn't roll on her homies.

- What you talking about?

- I'm just saying,
if you wanna talk about it,

we can talk about it.

There's no point
in dancing around it.

- I don't actually know
what the hell

you're getting at right now.

- Naw, come on, man, let's...
- Kev.

Are you being serious
right now?

Look at who you're talking to.
It's me.

I'm not talking about you.

I'm talking about
this Anna girl.

She's a single mother;
she's staring down a felony

and is keeping her mouth shut--
that ain't easy.

That's all I'm getting at here.

You did what you did,
and I have no issues with it.

- You sure about that?

- Absolutely.
Hear me when I say that.

- Sorry, I--I just...

- It's all right.
It's all right.

- My bad.

- You got a lot going on.

- [sighs]

- Well, go home.
Get some rest.

All right, I'll stay here
for another hour or so.

I can set up the camera myself.

- All right, all right,
all right, all right.

You gonna be good?
- Yeah.

- [sighs]

- Kev, what'd you end up
doing with the dope?

- I dumped it.

I had to get rid of that.

- Are you sure that was
the right move?

- It was the only move.

Just because people
are marching in the streets

doesn't mean that the world
has changed.

Cops are still blue,

I'm still Black.

- In trying to explain
the situation,

she echoed the same thing I've
heard over and over again:

the George Floyd murder
was the tipping point.

I agree.
[siren blaring]

We all saw that white cop
with his knee on his neck.

- Plus all the other stuff
going on.

Again, the virus,
the shutdown...

[radio droning indistinctly]

[crickets chirping]

- Hey, I'm police.
What's up, guy?

- You ran the stop sign.
- What are you talking about?

- Sir, you ran the stop sign.

That's the reason
we pulled you over.

- No, I didn't
run a stop sign.

I guess y'all just bored?

Saw a brother driving
a decent car,

figured you pull his ass over,
have some fun?

- Hey, take it easy.

My partner said
he saw you run a stop sign.

We had no idea
if you were Black or white.

- Step out of the car.

- Look, I'm police.

My name's Kevin Atwater,
badge number 52784.

I work with
the intelligence unit.

Y'all can check
whatever you want.

- I said,
step out of the vehicle.

- [sighs]

Nah, I'm not stepping out
of no damn vehicle,

but I will show you my badge
nice and slow.

Okay, so y'all can--

[tense music]

♪

Okay, look, fellas,
I'm stepping out of the car.

- Shut the door.

- I'm shutting the door.
My hands are high.

You see my star and my gun.

If you look in my left pocket,
you'll find my ID.

- He's telling the truth.

He's the police, Ron.

- So what you a cop?

I got an anonymous tip

that a guy was selling drugs
in this car.

- What are you talking about?

- The guy sold a kilo of heroin
to a dirty cop in a blue Dodge.

- You with Nolan's crew?

Well, search the car, Ron.
Look wherever you want,

but you ain't gonna find
a damn thing

'cause I already
found the dope.

It was in the trunk.

Is this really
what you wanna do,

Black man?

[tense music]

♪

.

- [sighs]

You wanted to see me?

- Yeah.

Shut the door.

So I heard you got
into a beef last night

with a couple patrol officers.

- More complicated than that.

- I'm sure it is.

- One of Nolan's boys
pulled me over last night

hoping to find dope in my car.

- Dope?

- They planted a kilo
of heroin in my car.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Didn't want
to get you involved.

- Mm.
[chuckles]

Okay.

So tell me, what's your plan?
Hmm?

Going to IED?

- I can't prove
they planted the dope

or that they're even
harassing me.

So I'll just sit back
and wait for one of these punks

to screw up and leave behind
some actual evidence.

Don't really have
any other options.

- Sure you do.

Kevin...

[sighs]

The blue wall
is a tricky thing.

It's not a person or an object.
It's a code.

You never really see it.

[dramatic music]

I mean, it's there,
but it's not there.

You understand?

It's like trying
to fight a ghost, Kevin.

♪

- I know, Sarge.

- Hmm.

- I just wanna do this my way.

♪

- Okay, so where we at
with Anna Salgado?

- Not sure--I'm meeting up
with Ruzek right now

to check out
surveillance video.

- Hit it.

- You know these guys
are pushing their luck.

They need to know that.
- I told you, I'm good.

- No.
- It's over.

- Are you gonna talk
to this punk Gaffney,

or am I gonna talk to him,
seriously?

- Yo, check it out.

- All right, well, let's run it
through facial rec.

- Mm-hmm.

- Miguel Cortez,
he's a career punk.

He's got five priors,
two armed robberies,

two ag bats,
one attempted murder,

six or seven drug charges.

- Hailey...
- Yeah.

- Pull up
the surveillance video

from the church.

Okay.

Is that Miguel?

- Looks like him.
Same height, same build.

It's just not clear enough.
- Yeah, but come on.

We all know it's him.
It makes perfect sense.

He's dating Anna,

she's complaining about
not getting child support,

she gets fed up,

she tells Miguel
where the dope money's stashed

at St. Angela's.

- Yeah, and he grabs
a gun and a mask.

He sets out to commit the
easiest robbery of his life.

- Exactly.

- Hey, good news.
After we ID'd Miguel,

we pulled video
of his last known address.

- Good.

- That's Miguel entering
his house

45 minutes after
the robbery and shooting.

- Same pants and shoes,

and he's carrying the same bag
we saw in the other video.

- So let's get a warrant.
Scoop his ass up.

- Right.

- I've got up top.

- Did you hear him?

Announce your office
and hit that door.

Be ready.

[exciting music]

♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Upstairs window.

We just got made.

Chicago PD!

Hey, put your hands
on the table.

Hands on the table.

Ma'am, walk towards me.
Walk towards me.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Sit down.
Put your hands on the table.

both: Hands on the table.
- Come on.

- I got you.
Go.

[indistinct shouting]

- All right, it's all right.

- Stop, put your hands on
your head and walk towards me.

- Ruz, I got a runner!
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- It's over, Miguel.

Get your hands up.

Now.

[tense music]

♪

- Be smart, man.

Put your hands up
nice and high.

Don't make this hard
on yourself.

- You wanna die?

♪

'Cause I won't ask again.

- Hands behind your back.

- Here we go.

We got about 50K in here,
maybe more.

Best part is,

Miguel left it
in the church collection bag.

The St. Angela's logo
on it and everything.

- Nice.

Book it into evidence,
will you?

- Copy that.

- You talked to Kev about
all this Doyle business?

- A little.
You?

- I'm trying.
He's shutting me out.

- He's having a hard time,
boss.

These guys,
they're playing too rough.

- They're just
getting started.

- He did what he had to do.

It's different for him.
It just is.

You know, being a Black cop
here in Chicago these days.

- Hmm.
- Can't be easy.

- Go on in.

- Ma'am.

- We got a problem.

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

- I just watched
the bodycam footage

of Miguel Cortez's arrest.

You kicked down the damn door
without announcing your office.

- That's because we got made.

- I just spoke to the
state's attorney's office.

They've determined
the entry improper,

so all the evidence recovered
is inadmissible.

- Okay, look, I get it.

Nobody wants to hand out
no-knocks these days.

We had a warrant
to enter the premises

and apprehend the offender.

- You're not hearing me.

You entered the premises

without announcing your office.

There were women and children
in there.

It could've gone bad
a hundred different ways.

- But it didn't.

- Like I said before, Sergeant,

I want you to succeed
more than you know.

- [chuckles]

- But the days
of playing God are over.

[dramatic music]

The quicker you understand
that, the better.

♪

[door slams]

.

- Right or wrong,
there's nothing we can do.

All the evidence
has been tossed.

- You guys, I'm sorry.
I saw the blinds move.

I don't know what
I was supposed to do.

- Adam, no, listen to me,
you did the right thing.

What I'm trying to tell you is,
it doesn't matter.

You get it?

The reality is,

no one's got the guts to
stand up for police right now.

Not the mayor, not the white
shirts in the ivory tower.

No one.

Get used to it.

Okay, so...

the only real evidence
we have now

is that video of Miguel
entering his house

carrying the bag.

- Same bag he was carrying when
he tried to shoot the priest.

- Yeah, I get it, but try
proving it's the same bag.

I mean, a black bag
is a black bag.

We gotta start all over
from the beginning,

build a whole new case.

So find more
surveillance video,

new witnesses.

Meantime, I'm gonna
talk to Miguel.

I can still let him know
how much evidence we have.

For God's sakes, bro,

the collection bags
are marked St. Angela's.

It doesn't get any better
than that.

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

- Your girlfriend told you
about the money

because Carlos stopped
providing for their daughter,

and honestly?

I don't even blame her.

I mean, that guy makes
a lot of money selling dope.

Least he can do
is break off a few grand

every month
for his little girl.

- I told you.
I didn't do it.

- You stole the money,
you ran out,

the priest chased after you,

he tried to tackle you,

so you opened fire.

That's what happened.

You know, the fact
that you were so close

and you missed,

that tells me you probably
just trying to scare the guy.

But see,
the problem is, Miguel,

the reason we're all so upset

is one of your bullets
hit a 5-year-old girl.

She's fighting for her life
right now at Chicago Med.

- Chicago is a--
it's a dangerous place.

[soft tense music]

♪

- You confess to the robbery

and the shooting,

you can cut yourself a deal.

You understand?

But you wait,
play the long game,

you try and take
this thing to trial,

state's attorney is gonna
nail your ass to a cross.

[phone buzzing]

- I want my lawyer.
- What is the matter with you?

- Yo, I'm done talking!

♪

- Hey.

Heard what happened
with the search.

- Yeah, well, it is what it is.
- New world.

Everybody's paying attention to
the fine print all of a sudden.

- Where is he?
- In there.

- Mr. Diaz, what can I
do for you?

- You tell me
you caught the person

who killed my little girl.

- You're saying...

- She died an hour ago.

- [whispering]
Oh, my God.

I'm--I'm so sorry.

- Did you arrest the killer?

- We're still working on that,

but the good news is,

we know who did it.

We just need a little more
evidence, build a better case.

- If you know who did it,
isn't that enough?

Doesn't that mean you already
have a good case?

- Sometimes the law
is complicated.

- No, it's simple.

It is real simple.

So who killed her?
Who killed her?

Who is he?
- I can't tell you that.

- Who is he?
Where is he?

If you don't take care of this,
I will!

- Sir, please!

- No.
My little girl is dead.

And I want that son of a bitch
who killed her to go down,

to pay for what he did!
- So do I.

And I promise you I will do
everything I can.

But it's, it's just...

[somber music]

♪

Grab Miguel
and put him in a cage.

- Boss, you sure
that's a good idea?

- Excuse me?
- Sarge, I mean...

come on,
things are different now.

I'll do what
you need me to do--

- Laura Diaz just died.

Five years old.

The prick who
pulled the trigger's

sitting right in there.

- Doesn't matter.

- Of course it matters.
He killed her.

- I know he did,
we all know he did,

but we can't just drag his ass
down to a cage.

We done with all that--

- Oh, yeah, says who?
- Guys, let's not do this.

- Says me.

- You calling the shots now,
Kev?

- No, but I know we can't keep
bringing people down

to a cage and beating they ass

because we think
they know something

or did something.
Those days are over.

- You don't like the way
I do business?

I'm not woke enough for you?

You feel free
to get the hell out.

- Well, Sarge,
this is your unit.

I'm proud to work here,

but things
have definitely changed.

That means that
we gotta change too.

- Yeah, you wanna be
a Boy Scout?

You wanna be a Boy Scout!?

Maybe you should get
yourself another job!

I'll tell you what,
you're right about one thing--

this is my unit!

And in my unit,
we do what we gotta do

to put bad guys away!

Whatever it takes!

[solemn music]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

[man whistles]

[ominous music]

♪

- Hey!
[all grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪

[car engine turns over]

[tires squeal]

- [grunts]
[heavy breathing]

[groans]

[panting]

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]