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Morning.

Morning.

You know what today is, right?

This is what a
day off feels like.

You want some coffee?

I want you,

and then I want coffee,

and then I want waffles,

and then I want
to go to the range

and try out those new .44 mags.

I love all that.

I love you.

Um, just one sec.

I'll be right back.

Hey, I forgot that I was
gonna take my car in,

and I just talked to them,
and they can still take me,

and so I'm gonna go
before they get busy.

Really?

One day off, you know?

Hailey.

I just feel like I
should get it done,

but everything's fine.

Um, I'm sorry,

but I... um,

stay here. I'll be right back.

And yeah, just hang out here,

and I'll be back
in a little bit.

Possible mental
illness involved.

Supervisor advised.
You on scene?

Copy, car's rolling.

2124, got a wellness check.

3839 North Racine.

Caller states multiple members

of the Clarton family are gone.

Possible missing persons.

5021 Henry, hold me down
on that missing persons.

Copy, 5021 Henry.

Morning.

Detective Hailey Upton.

Morning. Your with
Intelligence, yeah?

Dispatch detailed you?

- No, I just picked it up.
- Okay.

There's probably not
much for you here.

Next door neighbor,
Jessica Hartley...

She's right over
there... called it in.

Hasn't seen her
neighbors in a few days.

The Clarton family.

Dad Ray, wife Helen,
and their kid, Becca.

She's 12.

- Signs of forced entry?
- Nah.

Sarge gave me the green
light to enter in a wellness check.

Front door was unlocked.
No signs of foul play.

Everything seems fine inside.

Jessica?

Hi, I'm Detective Hailey Upton.

When was the last time
you saw your neighbors?

A few days...

Goose, what day did we see them?

Before dance.

Right, so it would've
been Tuesday.

- And this isn't like them?
- No.

I mean, I'm probably
overreacting,

nosy next door neighbor.

It's just, they don't
ever go anywhere,

and I had just talked to Helen.

I'm sorry. I'm probably
wasting your time.

It's just something felt off.

No. No time wasted.

We'll be right back.

You're the only one
that's been inside?

Yeah.

Said they lived
here for a while?

They're renting it.
Been here six months.

Smell that?

Place has been
bleached recently.

Spring cleaning?

Garbage was taken
out. Bag wasn't replaced.

Man, I wish my
daughter was this neat.

I can't even get her
to put her dirty clothes

in the laundry basket.

Can you get over here
and help me move this bed?

Towards you. Ready?

Yeah.

5021 Henry, I'm at
the missing persons.

I need a crime lab
rolled here ASAP.

Copy that, 5021 Henry.

Crime lab en route.

Hey.

Hey.

I had ones like those
when I was a kid.

Swallows.

So you didn't
make it to the shop?

- No.
- Um...

No, I didn't.

Team's just arriving.

Clarton home, husband Ray,
wife Helen, daughter Becca.

Talked to the rest of the block.

No one's seen them
in at least two days.

And that's odd?

To our neighbor, Jessica, yeah.

They were homebodies.

She said she just
spoke with Helen

to get together the next day.

She called both their
cells. No one's answering.

Checked the phones,
and they're shut off.

And her car's in the garage.

There's cardboard
boxes upstairs.

Empty suitcases. They
might've been packing.

Hey. Got something weird.

So I ran the name and social

the landlord gave
me, Ray Clarton.

Problem is, Ray Clarton
died four years ago.

- He's using a false name?
- Yeah, on everything.

Utilities for the
house, credit card, car,

- all registered to a dead man.
- Okay, what about the wife?

She's not on paper anywhere,

and I got no hits
on a Helen Clarton

in Chicago matching
her descriptors.

The little girl,
Becca, she's 12.

- She must be in school.
- She's not.

Not registered with CPS.
Not in a private school.

Ran missing persons
too, and I got nothing.

So dig into the
name, Ray Clarton,

and see who had
access to steal his identity.

Let's do a full
forensics search.

Let's find out who the
hell this family really is.

What the hell
happened in this house?

Something happened to them,

and you think they
were using fake names?

We know they were.

That doesn't make any sense.

They're a perfectly
normal family.

Things often look normal,

but can't really know a
family unless they let you.

Do you know where
Ray and Helen work?

- Helen stays home.
- I don't know about Ray.

All right, what about
where they're from?

Hometown?

I don't, um... I don't know.

Annie, were you
friends with Becca?

No. She doesn't go to my school.

Becca seemed shy.

She keeps to herself.

Okay.

Anything you can tell
us about them at all,

really anything would help.

I don't know. I just...

Sometimes I do wonder about
how old-fashioned they are.

What do you mean?

It's just, Ray runs the house,

really runs it.

It doesn't seem like the
girls are independent.

Does he hurt them?

What? No.

God no. I'm sure
he doesn't hurt them.

I'm sure it's not that.

There's something
wrong with this family.

This little girl, Becca...

- All right, what do we got?
- Forensics came back.

Blood in the master
is two days old

and belongs to a female.

DNA doesn't match
anything on file,

but the tech said as long as
the blood came from an adult,

the amount of
blood is not enough

to positively indicate a death.

Fingerprints off
all the men's shoes

in the Clarton house
ID'd Ray's real name.

Meet Ray Aimes. We've
got a hell of a sheet.

Lived in 14 different
states the past 20 years,

multiple fraud investigations,

two domestics when
he was younger.

Looks like he mostly deals in
Ponzi and pyramid schemes.

He's a grifter.

- He's an old school conman.
- He gets in close with people,

manipulates the hell out
of them, robs them blind,

and then he skips town.

What about the girls,
Helen and Becca?

Their prints weren't
in the system.

Ray's not legally married,

but the DNA found off of
the toothbrush in the home

confirms that Becca is
Ray and Helen's child.

And she's never been
enrolled in school?

I checked everywhere
that Ray lived.

She never been
enrolled in school.

She never even been to a doctor.

Nothing.

I'm guessing there's
abuse in this family.

Physical, emotional.

- So you're thinking domestic?
- Makes sense.

We have a history
of domestic assault.

He beats Helen too bad one
day, throws them both in the car,

takes off before
he was planning to.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we got a pop.

Ray Clarton's debit
card was used at an ATM

downtown yesterday right
after they went missing.

Roll on it.

All right, so your boy
and his daughter got there

at 9:15 a.m. Already
called up the bank.

Ray withdrew the entirety
of his checking account.

$1,500.

Wait, we got a PO. Is
this kid gonna ask for help?

No, she's not.

She looks scared.

Do you have more cameras?

Who the hell is that?

It's not a domestic.
Somebody took them.

All right, who is this man?

Someone from Ray's past
come back to haunt him?

Maybe Ray conned the wrong guy,

end up over his head?

I've got no large deposits
on Ray's financials.

Nothing pops on the
video. Clothes are generic.

- Can't even make out Ray's.
- It really doesn't help

we know next to
nothing about this family.

Yeah, I re interviewed
the neighbors on the block.

Nobody knew where they worked,

where they were from,
their family, nothing.

We have zero details on them.

Ray and Helen are good.

Yeah, but you learn
how to be that way.

To shut people
out, be invisible,

you learn it.

Becca's only 12 years old.

Maybe she hasn't learned
how to do that just yet.

We've been through
every inch of this place.

I don't know what
else we're gonna find.

Anything. Anything
that'll tell us

who they really are,
who might've taken them.

Jay, listen, um,
about this morning.

I'm sorry.

I just got overwhelmed.

I kinda figured that when
you ran out of your apartment

and caught a case.

I just panicked.

It's not that I don't care
about you, or that I

Hailey, there's a little girl
that's missing right now,

so we can do this later.

Really.

Kay.

Hey.

My partner's downstairs
with your mom and dad.

They said it was okay if
you and I chat a little bit.

That all right with you?

All right.

I like your room.

Hey, Becca's got the same ones.

You guys are good friends?

Not really.

Becca's room does
not look like this.

Her whole house really.

I've been a cop for 12 years,
and I think I can feel it now.

You know, when
something feels wrong?

Becca's house
is like that, right?

I don't know. I've
never been there.

Is it okay if I sit?

Sure.

I had a house like
that when I was a kid.

Something was wrong.

I didn't tell anybody,

but I did have a best friend.

She lived down
the street from me,

and even though I never told her

a word of it, she knew.

She knew something wrong,

and she would keep her
window unlocked for me,

so I could come inside if
I needed a place to hide.

Is that what the
flashlights are for?

So you can go downstairs
and let Becca in?

Annie, you're a good friend.

You love her.

Sometimes when you love somebody

you have to tell the truth,

even if it feels like you're
betraying something.

Do you know what
happened to the Clartons?

Okay.

I don't understand
what's going on.

You've hardly told us anything.

- Should we be calling a lawyer?
- No, no, no.

We're only here so it's
on film, and it's recorded.

Okay?

Now tell me the
whole thing again.

You and Becca are friends.

Best friends.

- But we have to hide it.
- What?

Why, Annie?

Because the Clartons are scary.

Becca's scared of her parents.

Her dad doesn't
let her go to school.

Doesn't let her have friends.

He hurts them.

They used flashlights.

Anytime that Becca
wanted to see Annie,

she'd shine a flashlight
through Annie's window.

Annie would wake up,
she'd go downstairs,

unlock the door, and
Becca would come over.

You're kidding me.

Two nights ago, the night
that the Clartons disappeared,

Becca shined a light
through Annie's window.

I saw a man.

He was walking
through their house.

Did she get a good look at him?

No, he disappeared
through the house.

So I went to the back door.

The man was leading Becca
and her parents outside.

- Mrs. Clarton looked hurt.
- Jesus.

Annie, why wouldn't
you say something?

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay, Annie.

We're learning it
now. Just keep going.

He put them in a car.

Good, that's good.
What kind of car?

A station wagon.

One of those old ones.

He drove away with them.

We don't have a station wagon
on PODs outside that ATM.

Yeah, but we do have a witness

that puts a station wagon
outside the Clarton's house.

I mean, it left and
went somewhere.

So get everything going
in a five mile radius.

It's a Mercury. It's a Mercury.

We showed Annie a dozen
models, and she pointed right to it.

I got one.

Real close to the
Clartons' house,

11:23 p.m., heading
northbound on Western.

- Yep, I got him again.
- 11:29, Western and Franklin.

Headed on 66.

And those plates are
hot. They're stolen.

That's him.

Get those plates
out on an all-call.

Five minutes later, he's
still going west on 66.

- Just keep following.
- See where he leads us.

We get the station
wagon pulling in here,

and then we lose him.

Well, he probably ditched
the car and swapped it.

All right, let's fan out.

- Jay.
- What do you got?

They're the same sheets.

They're the same
sheets from the house.

Okay.

Hold on.

My God.

Her mouth.

Looks like she
doesn't have any teeth.

- Or fingerprints.
- Yeah.

Whoever killed her knew
what they were doing.

No way we're gonna
get an ID off of her.

The tech search and the
banks haven't found anything.

We've got zero evidence.

This looks like an
organized crime kill.

Yeah, well, whoever did it,

they killed her here,

and burned her hands,
pulled her teeth out.

Hopefully in that order.

The offender drove directly
from the Clartons' home

to this location.

He had Becca and Ray in
the car when he killed Helen.

He did that to her body

in front of her little kid.

Why?

$1,500 out of
Ray's bank account?

Hey, we got lucky.

Security camera caught a
man in frame for a moment.

There's no wagon or family,
but I think it's the offender.

Might be enough for facial rec.

Yo, Sarge, we got ID.

Name's Alejandro Hermanez.

His height and weight
matched the ATM video.

- Priors?
- Nothing official.

The FBI, they've
been investigating him.

They like him as
a for-hire enforcer.

He works in extortion

and cleanup for
organized crime outlets,

most recently the
Albanian syndicate.

- So Ray upgraded.
- Decided to con the big men.

That takes stones.

Well, con is short
for confidence.

This time it's short for stupid.

It was definitely stupid.

Last time Hermanez
got investigated,

it was for a stash house theft.

Somebody skimmed
money and dope off the top,

and Alejandro put
him in the ground.

And we found two pro-grade
traps behind a false wall

in a cabinet downstairs.

Let me guess. Both empty.

Yeah, no signs of drug residue,

- so it must've been cash.
- Fits.

These guys love to bury
cash houses in plain sight.

You get a normal
looking family with kids,

safe neighborhood,
safe block, safe money.

So we're thinking
Ray was dumb enough

to steal from the
Albanians, skim off the top?

Old habits die hard.

Ray stolen from every
person he's ever met.

Guy manipulates, controls
even his own family.

He probably thought
he could skip town

before they caught on.

I mean, it explains why
Hermanez had to abduct him.

He went to the
house, kills Helen

to convince Ray to
give up that money.

Right.

But there's no way
it was only $1,500.

I mean, those traps
can hide millions in cash.

So if there's still
cash out there,

Becca and Ray are still
alive. Hermanez is a pro.

He won't kill them till
he gets all the cash back.

It's possible.

No, not just possible.
It's who Ray is.

He would take
everything he could.

All right, so where the
hell is Hermanez now?

I don't know have any
LKAs, and the FBI's got zero.

- I might have something.
- Hermanez has a car.

It's registered to
a bogus address,

but he got two tickets
in the last two months,

three blocks from the
bathhouse that Vice ID'd.

It's a brothel.

Okay, so our guy's got a vice.

Maybe somebody there
knows where he hangs his hat.

All right, so you
two move on it.

Get an ASA on board.

If we find this guy, I
wanna know we're solid.

Get you all set...

It's this one.

Chicago PD.

Jesus. What the...

You get up, get out.
I'm not touching you

without your
clothes on. Let's go.

You're not going
anywhere. Back up.

Here.

- The hell is going on?
- You Zara?

We're looking for
Alejandro Hermanez.

We're told he's
one of your regulars.

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

No, we're not gonna do that.

He kidnapped a 12-year-old girl.

- He's gonna kill her.
- What?

I'm assuming that you
know what he really is.

So let's not pretend
that you weren't once 12,

and that you don't
care about a little kid.

Do you know where he lives?

You ever pay
him a private visit,

leave the bosses
out of their cut?

Where does he live, Zara?

Or I will happily arrest you

and let the owners
of this place know

you're the reason
we're shutting it down.

What do you think they're
gonna do to you then?

Where?

Hegewisch.

He lives outside Hegewisch.

All right, this is the address.

Yeah.

Yeah, there's a trailer.

Sarge, we're at
Alejandro's place.

Jay, there's a shed.
They're in there.

Sarge, there's a
shed on the property.

It's got a padlock on it.

Copy that. Hold eyes on it.

There he is.

Sarge, we got eyes on Hermanez.

He's got a gun on him.

We have every reason to believe

she's in there right now.

I hear you, but wait for backup.

We're on with the
ASA. Hold an anchor.

He's walking towards the shed.

We need to move.

Hailey.

Hailey!

Hands behind your back!

Chicago PD. Do not fight me.

- Hailey, you good?
- I'm good.

You good?

I'm good! Get on your knees.

- What the hell's going on?
- The shed's clear.

- You got him?
- Yeah, here.

Don't move. Hailey, Hailey!

- Hey, what's she doing?
- You can't just go into my home!

Shut up, shut up. Come here.

Becca?

Becca?

So are we no longer
listening to direct orders?

Becca could've
been in that shed.

You didn't have an
arrest warrant in hand.

You didn't even
have a search warrant.

Sarge, Hermanez
had a gun in plain sight,

so if they had been in there...

All right, get the little
girl, Annie, back in here.

Get her to confirm
Hermanez in a six-pack.

And if we hadn't seen the gun?

- I would've moved anyway.
- She could've been in that shed.

We'll get it
backstopped by an ASA.

It's exigent
circumstances. She's a kid.

I just need you to
look at these photos

and tell me if you recognize
the man that you saw

the night Becca
disappeared, okay?

Is Becca gonna be okay?

I don't know for sure,

but we're doing
absolutely everything

in our power to find her.

I'm sorry. I don't
know who it was.

Okay.

Tell you what, we're
gonna do it one more time,

and this time,

I want you to look
really slowly, okay?

Him.

It was him. I saw him.

Great.

I mean, do you understand?

Let me run it down for you.
We have an eye witness

that confirms you were
in the Clartons' house.

We have you on toll
cams in the station wagon.

We have you at the underpass.

We have your DNA on Helen.

- We got you locked in.
- You gonna die in the cage.

So there's no point
in not talking to us.

Where are Becca and Ray?

It doesn't really matter
what you say to me,

'cause I can whisper
to them that you sang

and make sure you
end up in a cell block

where they can reach
you, do what they want.

We don't care about Ray.

In case you
hadn't figured it out,

his name's not even Ray Clarton.

He's a low-ranked conman
who beats his wife and kid.

What we care about is the kid.

You tell us where
we can find her,

we're gonna put you down
as a cooperating defendant.

Good cell block,
prison you choose,

minimum sentence.

Kid doesn't deserve to be
punished for her dad's sins.

So you get a deal.

I don't know who
these people are.

I don't know why
you entered my home.

I'm very sorry.

They're alive. We can break him.

Yeah, he's messing with us.

'Cause he knows
we don't have enough.

All right, what else do we have?

Phone's clean. Nothing on cams.

His car's GPS shows
movement earlier this morning.

Hermanez drove to a
PO box in Humboldt Park.

I confirmed with the staff
that Ray owns a PO box there.

Hermanez accessed the
box. He left with that bag.

Two blocks later, it looks like
he made a physical exchange.

So they got their money back.

Ray told Hermanez
where he was hiding it.

All right, do we have
any other leverage?

His financials are pretty clean,

but he does make
one deposit each month

to a long-term care facility.

Other than that,
I don't have any...

We can use that.

Hermanez is probably
paying for family.

We know he doesn't have any
documented family in the U.S.,

so they must be illegal.

So we confirm
their non citizenship,

and we threaten him with ICE.

All right, there's no
guarantee he'll talk for that,

and we can't threaten
him unless we know

who it is he's paying
for, ID their citizenship.

So we ID them.

Well, the problem
is, that's illegal.

We can't contact ICE.

Can't even ask
about citizenship.

You can as a private citizen.

It's still illegal. I
think you know that.

Okay, but it's also all we got.

This is a little girl.

She hasn't been
protected a day in her life.

Doesn't know that she
can be, that she should be.

And if there's a chance
that she could still be alive,

then we protect her.

We will.

Just not that way.

Sarge, it could work,

and we've crossed
worse lines before.

Did you not hear me say no?

All right, look.

This is simple.

Ray and Becca are
somewhere. Wherever that is,

there's gonna be a
clear link to Hermanez.

So find it now.

Hey, Hailey.

What's going on?

Come on, you're not going
there anyway, so just stop.

No one's gonna even know I went.

Yeah, what are you gonna
do with the information?

How's no one gonna know

when you use it in
the interview room?

I'll figure that part out if
there's anything usable.

What is going on?

- There's a little kid missing.
- I know that.

What's going on
with you? What all this.

- You're spinning out.
- Spinning out?

Yeah, you're gonna
tell me you're not?

You're gonna tell me it's
fine? That you're all good,

then shut me out, go
jeopardize your job some more?

I don't know if
it's Ray or Becca,

or if this all reminds
you of your past,

but something's wrong. I
just want you to talk to me

and tell me how you're
feeling so I can help you.

So you can help?

What do you wanna know, Jay?

Why I'm crossing lines?
Why I'm fine with it?

Why I shut you out? Why
I shut down this morning?

No, that's not it at all.

But this is what you do.

Okay.

So then why don't you
ask the real question?

"What's wrong with me,
exactly how screwed up am I,

and at what point do you
cut your losses and run?"

Because that's what
you wanna know, Jay.

I can't answer that.

- Where are we?
- Nowhere.

We ran every cell,
tower, POD. Nothing.

Hermanez never left his property

except to go to the PO box.

I don't know where he took them.

Maybe they've been dead

the whole time we've
been looking for them.

Best and worst
lottery in the world

Parents you get,
kind of love you get.

Yeah.

You have to carry the
score around with you

for the rest of your life.

There's just something
about this girl.

She took his hand.

She's just so...

Trapped in it.

He was walking to his shed.

Hermanez had his gun on him,
and he was walking to his shed.

Okay.

Can we get blueprints
of the property?

- He buried them.
- What?

We never saw Hermanez
leave his property

after the PO box
because he didn't have to.

Hermanez lives at the edge
of industrial land in Hegewisch.

His trailer is right
where a factory was.

Now the factory's gone,

but that whole area is filled
with underground storage tanks.

Hermanez has three
of them on his property.

Hermanez left, went to the
PO box, picked up the cash,

dropped it off, came back.
Jay and I were pulling up

as he was walking to
his shed with his gun.

He was on his way to kill them.

We just got there first.

They're still there.

Victims are a tender aged female

and an adult male.

We have credible intelligence
they're buried in this ground.

So we're conduct a grid,

we separate three feet apart

and search every
inch of this property.

Address off of me.

Let's go.

Hold on.

I got something.

- I got an edge.
- You got an edge?

Yeah, here. Come on.

She's alive!

Get those paramedics
over here now!

Father's DOA!

I gotcha, I gotcha.

Hi, sweetie. It's okay.

It's okay. I got you.

It's okay.

Hey, I'm Hailey.

It's okay, no one else
is gonna hurt you, okay?

I got you. I got you.

Okay?

- You're still here?
- Yeah.

I'm guessing for the
same reason you are.

I'm waiting for Med to
call, give Becca the all clear.

She ID'd Hermanez.

She's lucid, calm.

Strong kid.

I was gonna get some
coffee. You want some?

Yeah.

You know, if I wasn't
working with you

and Jay

I would've used ICE.

I know. Wouldn't have worked.

Hermanez never would've talked.

Yeah.

I would've crossed a line
only to have run out of time.

Wouldn't have figured
out where they were.

Would've just done
it blindly to break him.

What does that say about me?

- You want an honest answer?
- Wait, you got one?

He says you became a cop

because when
you were a little kid,

your dad beat your
mom, beat you.

You couldn't do
anything about it 'cause

you were just a child.
He was bigger than you.

You don't know my family.

I know you.

My dad's not some
villain from a Gothic novel.

I get that.

Hailey, you got a
gun and a badge.

You're bigger now.

So every monster
I see is my dad?

Are they?

Every hurt little kid is me?

What, am I unfit to be a cop?

If you're unfit, I'm unfit.

You're not the first person
to psychoanalyze me,

not even today.

I'm sure that's true.

Hey, you're good at this job...

For the same reasons
you're bad at it.

You control yourself

miraculously well.

You were calm,

balanced, unemotional...

Till something touches
that bruised part of you...

And you lose all control.

I don't wanna be that way.

- I don't.
- I know.

And you can find
a way not to be.

'Cause I think this way.

I really think this
way's gonna cost you.

You came.

You asked me to.

I don't think I
ever really learned

how to do it properly.

Relationships, intimacy.

Telling people how I feel.

You couldn't do
that in my house.

When I was a kid,
being told "I love you"

was always after "I'm sorry."
They were the same thing.

"I'm sorry I hurt you.
It won't happen again.

I love you."

And you know,

I believe it every time.

And they did love me,

but then a day
later, a week later...

Maybe there's some part of me

that every time I
hear "I love you,"

I'm just waiting for the punch.

For the "I'm sorry"
that's gonna come.

Look, I don't know
how to do this,

but I want to.

I want to so badly.

I wanna be with you,

I wanna learn to do this,

I want to be better.

Then we'll figure it out.

'Cause I wanna be with you too.

And I'm not going
anywhere, Hailey.

Really, I'm not.

Jay, I do.

I love you so much.