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Did you and Voight find
any leads?

Roy, drop it!

Did you find Roy?

No, Kim, we didn't.

Did you find Roy?
No, Kim, we didn't.

♪

Hey, what the hell
are you doing here?

Ah, couldn't sleep.
What about you? It's 2:00 a.m.

What, are you on ghoul patrol?
Ah.

The arrest packets
from the drug case.

Which, luckily for me...

Maybe you could help me with.

Hand 'em over.
Thank you.

What's going on? Jay snoring?

Please tell me he's got
some sort of weird thing

where he walks in his sleep,
some sort of flaw.

Nope. Nope, he's out.

Dead to the world.
This one is all on me.

Well,
welcome to your evening.

That's what I'm saying.
We are here.

There are no naked men
in the road.

Copy you, 22-12.

That male, nude, has been
spotted at State and Eighth.

22-62, are you in the area?

Regrettably, yes,
a block over.

You think that that's that,
uh, Tommy J?

You remember him?
He used to eat Quiznos,

strip down, try to break
into Harold Washington.

Only on Wednesdays.

I forgot about that part.

Only on Wednesdays.

Fourth request
for any available

area four detectives.

Patrol is still requesting
that assist at 53rd and Ada.

34-20,
we got a body on scene?

Jesus,
the Homicide dicks are lazy.

I know, right?
That's a negative. No body.

22-52, can you radio in
details from 53rd and Ada?

22-52?
What do you think?

You wanna go get
some fresh city air?

I really do.
22-52, come in.

Yeah, 50-21 Ida,
hold us down on that assist.

Hang a right on 52nd.

This address,
why do I know this address?

I don't know. Uh.

It's registered
to a real estate LLC.

Looks like it's abandoned.

Oh, my God,
this is the death house.

The what?
53rd and Ada.

We called it the death house.

It was an urban legend
in my neighborhood growing up.

Something to do
with soul sucking.

So you're saying
it's a prank call?

Well, almost definitely.

Sorry, this one ain't gonna
be the one waking you up.

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You okay?

You're from Intelligence?

Yeah, that's right.
Upton, Ruzek.

It's over here.

911 call was for reports of
screaming inside the residence.

We figured it was some
nitwit teens trespassing,

but when we got here,
the front door was ajar,

place was empty,
and we found these.

Locks were open
when you got here?

Yes.

We both went down.

I'll let you.

What the hell?

Jesus.

Ruz.
Yeah?

These are from a little kid.

Little kid was held here.

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Calls are out
to the real estate firm,

but they aren't open yet.

According to the records
on file, the firm's owned

this house for five years.

And the locks?
Lockbox is broken.

We got no signs
of suspicious vehicles.

Nearest traffic cams
are about three blocks away.

We'll keep working
the perimeter.

Chances are,
someone saw this kid go.

There's blood.

Signs of a struggle.

Someone's holding a child
down here,

abusing 'em.

Kid tried to escape.

Struggle ensues,

kid screams.

Maybe the kid gets out or...

Is silenced.

All right,
let's find this child.

Let's get Forensics down here.

Start pulling
all sexual offenders.

You two talk to the 911 caller
who called in the screams.

All right, let's go.

I knew it was real.

See, I told you
I wasn't making it up.

Those were real screams
I heard.

Why would you be
making it up?

'Cause of the house.

Don't you know the story?

It's the death house.

Rumor is, you step inside,
you never step out--

Billy.
The house infects your soul.

So your soul rips and scratches
its way out from your body,

shreds your skin wide open.

Okay.

When you heard the screams,
did you see anything?

No, I was walking home from
a party at my buddy's house.

I heard the screams and I ran.

All right,
thank you guys for your time.

Hey, Sarge, the 911 caller
didn't see anything.

We're gonna keep
doing knock-and-talks.

Did you bring any coffee
here?

Yeah.
How many nights is that now?

A few--Probably have
a vitamin

out of whack or something.

50-21 George,
you on the air?

Go for 50-21 George.
Got a possible related.

49-50 Ada, caller states
a male child just broke

into his backyard,
six to eight years of age.

Hold us, status responding.

I didn't get a good look.

I was taking the dog out,
heard it, looked over,

and they were dodging
in my garage.

But you think it was a child?
Had to be.

And, I don't know, seemed like
something was wrong with him.

Wrong how?
I don't know.

How he was moving.

Okay. Just stay put.

Hey, but look,
you should probably know,

I keep my rifles in the garage.

Are they secure?
No.

I--

come on, I never thought
a kid would break and enter!

That's all right.

♪

All right, Hailey, you take it.

Jay.

Hello?

I'm a police officer.

I'm coming inside, okay?

♪

Hello?

Anyone in here?

I'm a police officer.
I just want to help you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.
Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'll put it away. Okay?

Hi.

My name's Hailey.
I'm a police officer, see?

I just wanna help you, okay?

I'm just gonna
come a little closer.

Okay? Not gonna touch you.

I just wanna
make sure you're okay.

Hey.

Can we get you out of there?

Take you somewhere safe?

Is that okay with you?

It's okay. Here.

It's okay.

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You sure you're fine?
Yeah, I'm good.

The boy's name is Christian
Alban, nine years of age.

Reported missing
eight months ago.

Disappeared
out of his backyard.

Judging by the look
of the cellar, the debris,

and from what
Christian's vitamin D levels

and musculature show,
it's likely he was held

in that crawl space
since he disappeared.

Doctors found signs of abuse,
both physical and sexual.

He's sedated right now
over at Med.

All right,
get a DNA test from Christian.

Confirm and get his parents
over there.

Yeah.

Okay, so who the hell
was holding this child?

We dig into every avenue,
the original case file,

every sexual offender
in the city--

I want every person
in that neighborhood checked.

Any human being who had access
to that property.

I got one for you.
Jon Larkin.

I just got off
with the real estate firm.

He's the employee
in charge of that house.

He lives downtown.
Well, get his ass down here.

Now.

I don't get it.

What exactly do you want
from me?

Did something happen, or...?

We're just asking you,

when was the last time
you were in that house?

I don't know.

Why don't you go ahead
and give us a guess?

Years ago, at least two?

I--I think I swung by
just to make sure

it wasn't falling in on itself.

The firm keeps the house
as a knockdown.

We're just waiting for
the neighborhood to gentrify

and for the, um...

For the what?

There's sort of a tall tale
about the house.

It's, like,
a myth or something.

That the, um--

that the house can kill you
from inside out.

We're just waiting
for that to die before we sell.

What the hell's going on?

Where were you last night

between 11:00 p.m.
and 4:00 a.m.?

Home.

Great.

Write down whoever can
corroborate your story

and the names
of every single person

who could've gained access
to that house.

Now.

My take is John's innocent.
His confusion seems legitimate.

He's got no priors,
credit score I envy.

We'll check his alibis
and hold him, but--

He's not our guy?
Doesn't look good for him.

No.
Okay, so what do we got?

We knocked-and-talked
the neighborhood.

So far,
no one's reported seeing

anyone inside that house.

Not a person exiting
or entering for years.

DNA from the blood
inside the cellar?

Definitely a match
for Christian.

I ran the case file
and talked to the detectives.

They didn't even
have a person of interest.

Strongly believe it was
a stranger abduction.

The gate that led to
the backyard was forced open.

Parents heard a scream, they
went out, Christian was gone.

What about sex offenders?

We're probably
gonna have to cast

a wider net,
because every alibi

for everybody in
that neighborhood checks out.

Sarge,
Christian's awake and lucid.

Okay, you and Upton, take it.

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We're so very glad
you're safe.

Your parents are on the way.

They're gonna be so happy
to see you.

You know what they told me?

They told me that you used
to love these guys

and you had loads of 'em.

So I was thinking
that they could keep you happy

while we wait for your parents.

So we were wondering how
you came to be in that garage.

You were running from someone,
right?

Someone that kept you
in that cellar?

Can you tell us who it was?

It can help us make sure

that he never
hurts anyone again.

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What about these?

Can you look at these?

Maybe you'll
recognize the bad person.

None of 'em look familiar?

Christian?

I don't know who he is.

Okay. Okay, that's okay.

So he's a stranger?

Do you know his name?

Sir.

Did you ever hear him be
called anything else?

Do you know what he looks like?

It was dark.

What about when "Sir" first
brought you to the cellar?

Did you see
what he looked like then?

Can you tell us
what happened last night?

He was gonna take me
to the dark water.

What dark water?

I knew he was gonna take me
to the dark water, kill me.

I had to run
or else he'd take me.

He had a new boy.

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Keep going,
I'm putting you on speaker.

That's why he ran,
so he wouldn't be taken

to the dark water or replaced.

All right, Christian give you
a description of this new boy?

No, son of a bitch kept him
in the darkness or blinded him

with a flashlight
whenever he came to visit.

Christian couldn't make out
anything about the little boy

except that he was small,
scared, and his age.

What about this dark water?

Did--did Christian give you
any details?

Even better,
Sir drove him there once.

He wanted Christian
to know exactly

where he'd be killed
if he ever misbehaved.

Sounds like a quarry,
place with a stone tunnel

is what he called it.

Can't be that many nearby.

All right,
so weed out our missings.

Focus on any male child
disappeared last month,

similar age,
weight to Christian.

I'll find the quarry.

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Got an alert, a body!
Yeah, I got one here too!

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♪

Jay. Any confirmations yet?

No, Forensics is calling
in FBI techs.

This many bodies
and this amount of decay,

they need help to make an ID.

And none of 'em are recent
enough to be our missing.

Voight's briefing the brass.

Hailey, if you wanna go home,

just catch a few hours
of sleep, I'll call you.

No. Not on this one.

Hey. Wait a sec.
You're bleeding.

I am?
Yeah.

It's all right.

I'll see you up there,
all right?

All right, we are officially
looking at a serial.

FBI will work the bodies while
we stay focused on our offender

and the current abducted child.

Kim?
Yeah.

Team put these together.

These are the three current
missings that fit our profile:

male between the ages
of seven to nine.

We're getting the photos of
each of 'em over to Christian,

hoping for a match.

Okay, and Sir?

Well, based on
Christian's loose descriptions,

the sketch isn't an exact match

for any known
sex offenders yet.

Well, whoever this man is, he
had access to these children.

How'd he find them, get close?

We hit everywhere a grown man
could've gained access.

Schools, parks, Facebook
chat groups, child porn sites.

We split 'em up one by one,
each take a path.

We find Sir,
we'll find the boy.

Let's go. Wait up, hold on.

Hailey, listen,
I want you to get back to 21,

Jon Larkin.

I mean,
I know his alibi checks out,

but he's claiming
only four people

had access to that house.

Four in the entire firm.
Yeah, exactly.

Press him. We need more.

All right.

Your firm has 200 employees
and you're telling me

only four people had access?

How is that even possible?
Why the hell am I here?

You haven't told me anything.

I've been here all night.

I haven't slept, I haven't been
given anything but a Coke

and a months-old
turkey sandwich.

If you want my help, you need
to tell me what's going on.

A young boy was kidnapped
and held in that house.

He was tortured
and abused terribly.

And he's not the only one.
We found seven other bodies.

What?
So forgive me if I don't care

that all you've had
is a Coca-Cola.

I don't understand, um,

this person has
done this before?

How do you know?
Because I found the bodies,

and I helped lift them
out of the water.

I need those names
or you don't leave.

Please--
please, explain to me.

This person really
killed all those boys?

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You just need some sleep.

♪

No, no, no, no. Help!

I need help!

I'm sorry.

I couldn't take it.

I'm in the interview room,
suspect's bleeding out.

Self-inflicted. I need help.

Okay. Okay, okay.

50-21, emergency,
roll an ambulance

to the 21st district,
second floor.

Attempted suicide.

I don't know what happened.

I think I heard him.

I--I think--
I think I heard him.

All right, it's okay.

Oh, God.
Okay, we got to get him up.

Watch the blood!
Don't step on it.

Careful--
keep applying pressure.

Easy.

What the hell happened?

They'll look at the footage.

I--I searched him.
I th--I--

I think I searched him.
Did I search him?

Hailey, you searched him
downstairs with me.

We did a thorough search
of him.

He came up here clean.

You don't remember that?

♪

Hey. Jon made it to Med.

And the doctors are hopeful
that you got to him in time.

I should have seen it.
No, Hailey,

IRT found a jagged screw
in the interrogation room.

He pulled it from a table.
You could not have seen it.

No, this is on me.
I should've seen it.

I told him
about the death house.

I told him about the dead boys.
I should have seen it.

Jay, he changed.

He started pressing me
for info--

Hailey, slow down--
No, listen!

He started pressing me for info
and I missed it, okay?

I--I heard him s--slicing.

And I--I missed it.

I walked out of there.
How did I not--

I can't--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hailey, just breathe.

I can't breathe.
Okay.

I think you're
having a panic attack.

Come here. Sit down.

Just sit down.
I--I--I--

Just feel my hand.
Squeeze my hand.

Put your head down.

Just put your head down
and breathe.

Just breathe.
I shouldn't have been there.

This is--
hey, this is not on you.

This is not on you.
I killed him.

And I can't,
it's destroying me, I can't--

Hailey,
what is destroying you?

I can't live with it.
I can't--

You okay, Hailey?

I'm fine.

♪

Okay.

Hailey, what was that?

I just need to go shower.

I just need to calm down.
Hailey?

.

Well, the real question is,

why'd he attempt
to kill himself, right?

That's our lead.

So what's our why?

Jon's alibi is firm.

But he had to know something.

Maybe he knew our killer.

Yeah,
maybe he let him use the house.

I'm thinking guilt.

Bradley Larkin,
Jon's youngest brother.

Doesn't have any priors, never
been flagged for any kinds

of misconduct
or anything like that,

but he was pulled out of
three different high schools.

Each time enrolled
into "behavioral" programs

at a local church.

Behavioral programs?
You think pedophilia?

I do.

But it's hard to tell
what those programs were about

because he was still a kid.

But I know he's had a hard-ass
time holding down a job

for longer than six months.

And the only jobs he has had
have been for his brother

at his former firms.

Right now this man
is a freelance,

part-time property manager,
and every property he manages

is right next to an elementary
school, including Christian's.

So Jon knew
what his brother was doing.

He didn't stop him,
maybe even helped him.

He didn't turn him in.
That could fit.

All right,
let's get his last known.

Try to expedite a warrant.

I like it. Nice work.

Nice work, Kev.

That moment
with Voight back there...

What moment?

Look, I know you haven't
been sleeping, Hailey,

but it's not just that, is it?

What does that mean?

You haven't been yourself.
I just--

Since the night
that you proposed to me.

That wasn't really you.

What are you saying?

I meant everything
I said to you.

Did something happen
with you and Voight that night?

No.

I know I've been off,

okay, I just haven't slept.

That's all,
there's nothing else going on.

Guys, why don't you hang back
or take the next block, huh?

♪

We'll ask forgiveness.
Ready to breach.

Now.

Chicago PD!

Move.

Clear.

Clear. Move.

It's clear.
both: Clear.

Clear.

Sarge, no Bradley.
This house is clear.

Yeah.

All right, everybody inside.

Let's rip this place apart.

♪

Jon wrote notes for him.

He knew what his brother was.

Kim.
What?

It's our guy.

That's right,
name is Bradley Larkin.

He's believed to be traveling

with an abducted
tender-age child.

Secure this house.
Copy that.

I'll get his face
to the media.

And lodge an amber alert.

We hit every single
last known address Bradley has.

And Jon's?
Yeah.

Start with the abandoned ones.
Let's go.

♪

Jon still manages
this property.

Company's owned it since 2018.

Guys, we're negative on
properties one, four, and six.

Okay, we're at number three.
We'll let you know.

♪

Dust isn't misplaced.

Yeah, let's clear it anyway.
We'll go floor by floor.

All right,
you go up, I'll go down.

Keep that DC close.
Yep.

First floor's clear,
headed into the basement.

♪

Jay, I got multiple pathways.
Gonna need your help.

Jay, I got blood.

Jay?

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♪

Whoa.

No, no, no, no. Hey.

It's okay.

It's okay,
I'm a police officer.

I'm here to help you, okay?

Are you hurt?

Did you hurt somebody?

It's okay if you did.

Are they still here?

Okay.
I'm gonna come up the stairs.

Okay? Is that okay with you?

Okay.

♪

Did you hear that?

Yes.

♪

Boy's name is Joseph Calman,
been missing nine days.

Parents are on their way.

Medics say
he's physically unharmed,

so should be okay.

All good with IRT?

Yep.

You know,
that was close before, Hailey.

I mean, you need me to--
No.

I just need sleep.

♪

What's up, Smitty?

Hey, what're you doing
here this late?

Court tomorrow.

You never sent me those GPS
reports on the Milton case.

Yeah, I did. Police mail.

I didn't get 'em.

You mind printing 'em out
for me?

Never trust police mail.

All right, give me a sec.

Thanks, bud.
Yep, mm-hmm.

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♪

I had my GPS flagged, so.

Doesn't matter
what computer you used.

I thought that might happen.

Mm.

Your SUV was out here
the night we found Kim.

Did you bring Roy out here
that night?

Did you kill him?

Yes.

♪

Roy's buried out here.

Isn't that what you want?

You wanted to know.

What I wanted?

No, it's not what I wanted.

Hailey was with you that night?

So you just
let her carry this?

You let her cover for you.

Have you seen
what it's done to her?

It's ripping her apart.
I know.

She can't eat,
she's not sleeping.

And she's blaming herself.

Because she killed him.
No.

It was a good shoot
in a bad situation.

There was no choice
but to cover it.

She didn't kill him.

Look, we still
hadn't found Burgess.

But I found Roy.

I asked him where she is.

He wouldn't tell me, so.

I kept asking.

That's when Hailey showed up.

And you didn't take him in?

She told me to stop. I did.

But Roy reached for my gun--
Oh, you son of a bitch!

Hailey had no choice
but to shoot!

Listen to me.
She saved my life.

That's what happened.

I came out here,
buried Roy's body.

I mean,
we couldn't bring him in.

'Cause I'd never
called in an arrest.

Jay, you can be mad at me.

You can be as angry
as you want...

But now you know.

So help her.

Me help her?
You did this to her!

I didn't call her.
I didn't want her there.

She came there.
I wish to hell she hadn't!

Bro, I tried to pull her back
over and over--

No, you don't get to do this!

No.
But she went there.

Because you put her there!

You did, don't you get that?

You dragged her down with you!

I don't think you know the
woman you're sleeping next to.

I found Kim.
Kevin and I found her.

We didn't cross a single line.

We did good police work,
and we found her.

You did everything you did,

what'd you get?

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