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ANNOUNCER:
A maverick billionaire...

GIDEON:
My name is Gideon Reeves.

I built an empire making
rockets, computers, robots--

made over $100 billion.
Know how I did it?

I'm an engineer.

ANNOUNCER:
...touched by tragedy...

The money!
No!

(gunshots)
GIDEON: My friend has been shot.

Where the hell are you people?!

ANNOUNCER: ...takes on the
biggest engineering challenge

of his career...

I want justice
for Elliot James Sully.

Give me the 13th district
to run.

A civilian can't take over
a police district.

They can, with a special
appointment from this committee.

ANNOUNCER:
...to revolutionize
a police force...

Technology doesn't
solve cases, cops do.

You haven't met
my technology.

*

(cries out)
Wow...

ANNOUNCER:
...and save a city.

You guys are my partners.

We're gonna change the world.

* But they don't
want it though *

* They don't want it *

* They don't, whoa... *

(excited chattering, laughing)

(song continues low
in background)

*

GIDEON:
What are you talking about?

Of course I took
over a police district.

Why wouldn't I take
over a police district?

Because you're not
a police chief?

Oh... Sanjay...

Gupta!

Gupta, what if...

what if Edison stopped
at the telegraph?

What if Musk quit after PayPal?

What if you dropped out
of med school

before becoming America's
favorite TV doctor...

although, come to think of it,
that was probably House,

wasn't it?
Gideon, come on.

Law enforcement's
a hell of a far cry

from space exploration.

Fine. The uniforms
are different.

There's no real need
to dehydrate donuts.

The larger point is,
scientists need to branch out.

They need
to do different things.

Have you ever been in a band?

No.

Oh! God, yes!

Start a band. See? There.

Yeah, you could inspire
a generation.

Not to mention, get a lot
of young geeks laid.

So you're giving this to me?

What? No. God, are you kidding?

George Harrison played this
on Sgt. Pepper.

It cost me
half a million dollars.

(doorbell rings)

I got to get that.

Are you not drinking
this? Cool.
Hmm-mm.

(doorbell continues ringing)

Have a shot.

Mingle. Have fun.
WOMAN: Cheers.

But think about the band thing.
I'm serious.

(groans, sighs)

Murphy. Hi.

You're having a party?

No. Yes. What?

Just a few friends...
came over...

...to hang out. Come on in.

Oh, no, wait. No.
Come on in. Come on.

Gideon, in the real world,
when someone calls

and says they need
to talk to you,

and you tell them to come over,

you have to mention the fact
that you have, like...

Salma Hayek at your house?

I didn't actually invite her.
She just keeps showing up.

What's going on?

My ex-husband, Scott, is leading
a task force against the 13th.

And the situation with the
state's attorney's office

is... it's not good.

Well, we knew that.

I was picking up Mateo tonight,
and Scott gave me this.

Transfer paperwork.

Wait, you're transferring
out of the 13th?

No. But Scott wants me to.

Gideon,

he's not just coming after me.

He's coming after us.

(laughs)

Us? Did-did you explain that
we have a strictly "detective

and guy who bought a police
station" relationship?

It doesn't matter.

Actually, given the fact
that he's trying

to dismantle everything
that we're doing,

yeah, I think maybe it does.

Look, I was a cop
when we got married.

It worked out for him.

It looks good having
a badge on your arm

when you're climbing
up the political ladder.

Trouble is,
that he never came down.

Never came home.
Forgot about his son.

Left me at home to just
read all the e-mails

and text messages
from other women.

I got tired of living that life,
so I had an affair of my own.

Okay? And that...
that's that.

Getting clearer, now.

I think, to him,
this is some kind of,

I don't know, opportunity
to settle the score.

It's... out of the question.

I don't think you should make
that decision that quickly.

Listen, it's always this way.

Engineers make
the impossible possible.

Lawyers try to stop them
with paperwork.

If I was afraid of lawyers,
I wouldn't have

a $120 billion company.

(phone ringing)

Is that an APB call?

Yeah, but I'm not
on shift, so I don't...

Oh, no.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
I have to go.

Murph. Murph! Hey! What?

What? What is it?

A friend of mine
who retired last year,

he's been working security at
a jewelry wholesaler on Elming.

The place just got robbed
and he got shot,

and there are still suspects
at large.

What are you doing?

Ah, it's just a party.

They'll be fine.

(siren wails, tires screech)

Squad, 1309 responding

to the crime scene.
Copy that, 1309.

Conrad, what's going on?

Five suspects entered
with assault rifles.

Two cars fled the scene.

Brandt and Goss
are in pursuit of them now.

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

BRANDT:
Ah. They're splitting up.

GOSS:
Pick one!

GOSS:
Squad, 1305 is in pursuit

of suspects in a black sedan.

Red coupe is still
on Tyler Avenue.

(siren wailing,
tires screeching)

(siren stops)

(indistinct radio transmission)

What's going on?
It's bad.

Is Linc...?

Yeah. He was, uh,
closing up for the day,

and they surprised him.

(exhales)

Took two to the chest.

(whispers):
I'm so sorry.

Squad.

Let me mobile with officers
Brandt and Goss.

(beeps)

Goss, tell me you have
that offender in custody.

1305, we're still working
on that.

MURPHY:
Copy 1305.

BRANDT:
Police!

Stop!

(grunting)

Squad, offender is in custody.

Bring him in ASAP.

That son of a bitch is mine.

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing)

There were five suspects.
We only caught one,

and he's been sitting like
that since we brought him in.

You ready to talk to him?

I want to see
the APB video first.

You sure?

Yes. I'm sure.

(automatic gunfire over video)

I have five armed men outside.

They're carrying AR-15s.

They're trying to get in!

(gunfire continues)

I can't hold 'em off!

I need back up, now!

(gun clicking)

Please. No.

(gunshots)

(video crackling)

You know how much they took?

Eight grand in jewels.

Just half a dozen
pieces that were left

in the cases overnight.

They didn't even touch
the vault in the back.

That doesn't make
any sense.

I know.

That's why James and I
have a lot to talk about.

All right.

Hang on. I'll get his file.

You. Hey.
I need to talk to you.

Huh? Uh, Ada, kind of

in the middle of something.
Uh-huh.

So you know how I've been doing
following up on the APB calls,

like, running stats
on victim outcomes,

arrests, et cetera?
Yes, I remember.

Could this wait, please?

Okay. So, there
is a case in here

that we really
need to deal with.

It's one of the first users
of the app.

This kid named Marshawn Jackson,
a domestic violence call.

Look at this.

Hmm? What... What's...
What am I looking at?

This is the kid's father.

I ran a statistical
breakdown of the case.

There have been ten calls
to this address since May.

And if you factor in things
like gun ownership,

uh, previous arrest records,

multiple hospitalizations
for the wife and for Marshawn,

there's a 78% chance... Hey!

There's a 78% chance
that someone gets killed

in that household
in the next six months.

We have to do something!

What? Do something like what?
I don't know.

I'm an engineer, not a cop.
That's why I'm asking you.

There's got to
be something...
Ada, I'm right in the middle

of this shooting,
from last night.

Yeah, I know!
But we're talking about

an eleven-year-old kid, here.

Gideon, that's how old I was
when I landed in foster care,

which is exactly
where this kid is gonna end up

if we don't do something.
Just look at the math.

We can't arrest someone
based on math.

Why not?

Statistically speaking,
eyewitness testimony

is less than 60% reliable
most of the time

and people get arrested
based on that.

My numbers are way better.

Did you know that 75.6%
of statistics

are made up on the spot.

Only 23% of people
are actually aware of that.

It is not police business

if someone's likely
to do something.

(scoffs) Okay, fine.
Forget I said anything.

(groans)

(buzzer sounds)

You want to go down
for this alone?

Who said anyone's going down?

You and your friends ran
from the cops.

From the scene of a murder.
You got the wrong guy.

We have video, Kilton.

JAMES: Yeah?
MURPHY: Yeah.

You got video of those guys in
masks runnin' out of the store?

Good for you.
That ain't video of me.

Do you think, by ditching
your mask and gloves

that you're protected?

You drove away from the scene.

Do you really think that
the jury is gonna believe...

I think that a jury
will believe this:

I saw some men
robbing a jewelry store.

I got scared, so I ran,

just like
anyone would.

CONRAD:
He's not budging.

Damnedest part is, he's right.

We don't have much of a case.

I took a look at the evidence.

We might be able to get
him on resisting arrest,

maybe reckless driving.

We must have video footage.

Nothing that links him
directly to the crime.

The getaway vehicles
were parked out of range

of all the security cameras.

All we can say for sure,

is he was seen driving
a car away from the area.

MURPHY:
You ran from the police.

How are you gonna explain that?

They were screaming at me.

You know, you hear
those horrible stories

about the cops.

I was afraid for my life.

That's your story.

No. That's the truth, Detective.

GIDEON:
What can we do here?

I wish I had
a better answer for you.

Bottom line, if
we want anything,

we're gonna have
to get it from him,

and he's not talking.

Well, then let's find a way
to make him sing like Adele.

Streisand. No, Adele.
Let's go with Adele.

(buzzer sounds, door opens)
Hey.

I was watching you
in there with Kilton.

Watching me fail?
Thanks.

I promise, if I have
to tase his ass...

All right, well,
before you do that,

maybe I can help you.

Gideon, you know how much
I appreciate

everything that you do,

but this--
interrogations--

has nothing to do
with technology.

Really? How do you know?

It's sitting in a room,
getting inside a guy's head.

Like a... like a chess match.

Mm-hmm. Chess wasn't
about technology

till a computer called Deep Blue

beat Garry Kasparov in 1997.

But the computer couldn't
feel happy about it.

It's about emotion--
guilt, anger, fear.

Right, technology has
nothing to do with emotion?

So you're not familiar
with the Internet then?

Just because cops did
interrogations

with a notebook and a metal
chair for a hundred years,

that doesn't mean that
that's the best way.

Just-just let me try.

I might have an idea.

Fine.

But just know that
this matters to me.

When I was a rookie,

Linc took me
under his wing.

He made sure that
the department cowboys

didn't give me
too much hell.

He was my friend.

Yeah. I understand.

I came to the 13th
'cause I lost a friend, too.

So just...

just give me
a few hours.

Please.

MAN:
Gideon, as your chief counsel,

I need to remind you
you're talking about

a $5 million piece
of equipment.

Yes, I'm aware of that.
Thank you, my friend.

If you recall, I'm the guy that
wrote the $5 million check.

Come to think of it,

I should have charged it
for the miles.

This is a chair designed
for a shuttle cockpit.

How does putting it
in a police station make it...

See these? These are
biometric feedback sensors.

They take ECG, EEG,
and EDA readings

to measure stress levels.

In pilots, not criminals!

Criminals are better
than pilots.

That came out wrong.

My point is, criminals are
trying to hide their stress.

So if it works on them, it's
gonna work on anyone, right?

In theory, maybe.

Yes, in theory, maybe.
Thank you.

And all we've got to do
is test that theory.

I'm glad you agree.

Guys, could we
box that up for me?

I'm on a very
tight schedule.

MAN (shouting):
What the hell?!

Woman, how many times
I gotta tell you?!

WOMAN:
I did what you
asked already!

Why are you always
yelling at me?!

MAN:
Well, if you did what
I said the first time,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation!

WOMAN:
I did what you said
the first time!

Maybe you need to get
your ears checked!

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm with
the Chicago P.D.

I actually wanted
to talk to you about...
MAN: Who's that?

Nobody!

Look, this ain't a good time.

Well, actually, you know,
it's really important.

No, please, I can't
talk right now.

Okay, wait...

MAN:
What the hell was that?!

WOMAN:
No one. Just calm down.

MAN:
Woman, shut your mouth!

Hey, hey,
you're-you're Marshawn, right?

You with the police?

Uh, yeah, kind of.

Um, I just wanted
to check up on you.

Yeah, whatever.

Wait. What is that
supposed to mean?

Last time I called y'all,
y'all arrested my pops.

Two days later he's back.

Ain't no use...

(crashing)
MAN:
Where the hell's Marshawn, huh?!

Tell him to get
his ass in here!

WOMAN:
I told you already,
he's on his way.

Wait, you can't...

(door opens)
MAN:
Boy, where you been?!

Didn't I tell you to get
your ass home two hours ago?!

WOMAN:
Don't yell at him.

*

(electronic beeps and blips)

MURPHY:
Go. I'm listening.

It's the same damn story
that I told you before.

MURPHY (over speaker):
Well, I want you
to tell me again.

CONRAD: How does this
work, exactly?

GIDEON: I call it
"upgraded interrogation."

Sensors in my secret
special fancy chair

monitor his stress levels.

So if she hits a nerve,
if she asks him something

that's got him worried,
we'll know.

CONRAD: And she can
hear you with that earpiece?

GIDEON: Just like
an air traffic controller.

Now, let's see if we can't
wreck this guy's plane.

MURPHY: I pulled your
last-known addresses.

You bounced around a lot
the last few years.

Is there some kind of law
against that?

No, I'm just saying.

Canaryville, New City,

Back of the Yards...
(computer beeps)

...back to Bridgeport.

Whoa.

Murphy, he got jumpy

when you mentioned
Back of the Yards.

GIDEON (over earpiece):
Push him on that. Push hard.

You know, I've lived all around.

Spent most of my time
in Bridgeport, two years...

MURPHY:
You know,

enough about Bridgeport.

Tell me more about
Back of the Yards.

(computer beeping)

JAMES:
What do you wanna know?

Is that where
you met your buddies?

MURPHY:
The ones you pulled
the job with?

Or maybe you guys
just planned it there, huh?

Man!
(computer continues beeping)

Yes, yes, yes. You're on
the right track, Murph.

You and your boys work out of
Back of the Yards?

JAMES:
I said I don't know those guys.

James, you and I both know
that's a lie.

And here's something else
we know:

you and your boys didn't
just put together

a five-man heist and pull
a murder for eight grand

in diamond tennis bracelets.

Yes, keep going. He's worried.
(computer beeping)

I want to know
why you were there.

Because it seems to me
that it could be a few things.

Maybe somebody wanted
to settle a score

with Linc for his cop days.

Or maybe there this beef with
the guy who owned the shop.

Or maybe, this wasn't even
the real heist.

Maybe... this was just a setup
for something else.

(beeping rapidly)

Uh, Murph, you...
you better get in here.

You need to see this now.

We're definitely
getting to him.

He's more stressed than O.J.

when he tried on
the glove.

They are definitely
planning something.

Even if he is,
we don't know

what it is, we don't
know where it is,

and we don't know
when it is.

We still don't know anything.

I'm close.
I can feel it.

We can't get a conviction
based on a feeling.

If we want to do
something with this,

we need a confession.

He's talking to us
because he thinks

he's running us in circles.

If we push further,
he's gonna lawyer up,

and then we've got nothing.

Then tell me how we get
from feelings

and numbers on a screen

to hard information.

All right,
wait, wait, wait.

Okay, okay, okay.

So we know they're
planning something.

We know James is nervous
about Back of the Yards.

But Back of the Yards
is a big place.

Right. We need to
make it smaller, right?

So you go in there and you
start talking neighborhoods,

different areas,
different corners,

we might be able
to get a better idea

of what he's worried about.

How soon can we get Goss
and Brandt out in the field?

Right away.
They're on patrol.

But, Gideon, even if
you narrow down the area,

we still don't know
what we're looking for.

(chuckles)

I know that,
you know that,

but he doesn't know that.

All right, all right,
the interrogation room

needs, like, screens
for live video.

Ada, can you...
That's... Where...

Where the hell is Ada?

(computer beeps)

Been a while.

Thought you were 5-O now.

Not exactly.
We have our differences.

Interesting.

Tell me more.

I need some
digital justice.

I need you to
shut someone down.

All the way down.

Okay. And...

what are you gonna do for me?

I guess I'll owe you a favor.

A favor?

Yeah.

All right, send me the info.

(sighs)

(indistinct radio transmission)

1305, Squad, we are in
Back of the Yards,

as instructed.

You want to tell us
what we're doing here?

We are interrogating
James Kilton.

He doesn't want us poking
around

his old neighborhood,
so that's what you're doing.

You'll be on live video, so,
you know, keep your clothes on.

TECH (over intercom):
Mr. Reeves,

the video wall is
up and running.

Murphy, all right.

We're live.

GIDEON:
Feeding video to you now.

Just a few more questions.

What's this?
We watching TV now?

What, that?

I just thought
you wanted to see

how the investigation
was going.

Got a source that says you've
been spending some time there.

Yeah? Who's your source?

Oh, nice, Murph.

His heart rate just went
through the roof.

I can't kiss and tell,
now, can I?

Let's just say the source
is real close to you.

Hey, I told you...

MURPHY: I know,
you weren't involved.

You've got nothing to say.
Look, here's the thing.

I don't need you to talk.

My source has given me
all that I need.

Whoa, no, no, no, no,
we're losing him.

It's just... when his
stress levels were spiking,

where was he?

Whiskey Row.

Oh, I like
the sound of that.

1305, head back
to Whiskey Row.

Coming back around.

To hell with this.
Hey, sit down.

Whoa, what's it...
no, Murph!

You gotta get him
back in the chair.

You know, I don't really feel
like sittin' right now.

I don't feel like
doing any of this.
No?

Do you feel like spending
the night in lockup?

'Cause if you don't sit
your ass down right now,

I'm gonna throw you in a cell,

you're gonna have to wait
until you see a judge

and pony up bail.

Sit down.

You ain't got nothin'
on me, Detective.

And we're back.
Nice work, Murphy.

Okay, gettin' warmer.
Just keep him in that chair.

There's duct tape
in the supply room

if you need it.

Hey, Squad, there's a,
uh, long-term parking lot

just around the corner.

Had some calls about
some auto thefts there.

I'm thinking that's where
our bad guys got their rides.

That's a good thought, 1305.
Check into that.

BRANDT: What do you want us
to do when we get there?

GIDEON:
Uh, just find a security guard,

talk about the weather.

We just need the video

to convince James
we're getting close.

GOSS: 1305, Squad, arriving at
parking lot now.

Oh, damn, looks like
Brandt's onto something.

James sure thinks so.

He is nervous
about that lot, Murph.

James... if you talk to us,

if you help us,

we can cut you a deal.

(chuckles)
Get out of here.

If we crack this case without
you, the deal's off the table.

MURPHY:
Recognize that car lot?

You do, don't you?

We link you to the car,

we link you to the robbery,
then you go down for murder.

I don't need no deal, Detective.

MURPHY:
Look at that screen.

Do you think those cops

are talking to that guard
for no reason?

Fine, if that's the way
you want it, good luck in trial.

(beeping gets faster)

Wait!

All right!
All right.

I'll tell you
what you want to know...

but I want a deal, you got me?

I want a deal right now.

I think we can
work something out.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

is how you engineer
a confession. Yes, yes, yes.

You've worked
with this crew before?

JAMES: We all used to work
security in Indiana.

Sutter, there, at the top?
He put it together.

The jewelry wholesaler,
he wasn't the real target.

Nah, it's just the first step.

Real target's
some armored truck.

We hit the wholesaler
to get the schedules.

The plan was, me and Adam,
we were gonna be the drivers.

Sutter, he was supposed
to blow the truck open.

Now, Len, Len's job was
to take out the guards

and get the money.

When? When was all
this gonna happen?

I don't know. We were supposed
to skip town at sunset, so...

(exhales loudly)
...late this afternoon?

Today? Gideon.

Guess we're working
through lunch.

GIDEON: Murphy, we need
more info, now.

James, we need to know
what truck.

I don't know.
That wasn't my end.

Sutter, he took
care of all that.

Talking about two
or three hundred trucks.

If you want this deal,
we need to know everything.

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

Look, you guys, you picked me up
before I got the whole plan.

Look, all I know
is that we were setting up

at an apartment
on Kendall Street.

What's the address?

What do you need that for, huh?

You already got
that guy talking.

You-You got, you got those cops.

Oh, wait.
No, no, no, no, come on.

Son of a bitch.
You lied to me.

You didn't have nobody,
did you?

Nope...

but we've got you now.

You're in, James.

You and your loser friends
are done.

You know, you think you're
so much better than us, huh?

We were making ten bucks
an hour, no benefits,

carrying around
millions of dollars

for rich fat cats
like your boss.

All we were doing
was evening the score.

Linc Richards was one of you,
you pathetic son of a bitch!

You killed a good man
in cold blood.

Those armored
truck companies,

they're based out of Texas,

which means we can
try you there.

Number one death penalty state
in the nation.

You don't talk?

You'll wind up in the gas
chamber for killing my friend.

Can she do that?

Nope... but he sure
thinks she can.

I want her
at my next poker game.

MURPHY:
What's the address?

Give me the address now!

833 Kendall Street!

That's all I know!

We need to get a tact team
in the field.

If we don't get 'em now,
we won't have another chance.

Already on it.

Sorry for getting
agro in there.

No, no, no,
no apologies necessary.

Just, uh, don't ever
get mad at me.

All right,
let's get the drone in the air.

Ada, could y...

Damn it!

Has anybody seen Ada?

Yo, get back!
Hold on, man.

I don't need to be
holding onto nothing, man.

Come on. Let's just play.

Don't want to be like you.

(phone beeps quietly)

What's up, man?
What's up, man?

A pack of them menthols.

(sniffs, clears throat)

(card reader beeps)

Says I got to take the card.

Man, what you
talking about?

Man, I just used
the damn card.

Well, hold-hold on,
man, what you doing?

Yo, it's a mistake!

Yo, that's my card, man!

Sorry, man.

You got cash?
What...

No, I ain't got no cash!
That's why I had the damn card!

(laughs)

What? Something funny?

Yeah, I don't know.

Sweaty loser who can't
afford cigarettes.

It's pretty funny to me.

You know, you sure got a mouth
on you, don't you, girl?

I suggest you shut it.

Or what?
You want to shut it for me?

Bitch, if you don't get out
my face right now I just might.

CLERK: Hey.
Why don't you try
something, big guy?

Better back off,
that's all I'm saying.

You like hitting girls,
don't you?

You like hitting girls.
You like hitting kids.

Girls and kids. What's better?

Probably doesn't matter,
as long as they're small, huh?

CLERK: Hey!
You like that, bitch, huh?

(sirens wailing)
You simple bitch, you!

You want some more?!

No, I think
that'll do just fine.

Get up then!

CPD! Freeze!

Oh, my God,
thank God you're here.

I thought he was gonna kill me.
FLOYD: Come on, man.

I ain't gonna...
Man, hands up! Hands up!

All right!

Calm down, man.
The bitch be all right.

On the counter. All right,
give me that hand.
All right. Hey!

James gave us this house.

His crew killed a security guard
last night.

A former cop, one of ours.

They're heavily armed,
so consider them dangerous.

Let's go get these bastards.

Chicago police.

Clear.
Clear.

Clear.

Clear.
Clear.

OFFICER: We're clear.

It's all clear.

OFFICER 2:
Clear back here!

The room's clear.

They're not here;
we missed them.

MURPHY: Looks like we got some
kind of bomb-making lab here.

Detonators, timers.

Gideon, are you seeing this?

Yeah... but I wish
like hell I wasn't.

(indistinct radio chatter)

GIDEON:
Hey.

Am I interrupting some
important staring-into-space?

Just thinking about what
I'm gonna tell Linc's wife.

We've got nothing
here we can use.

What are you talking about?

This was our last chance.

We got, what?
An hour? Maybe two?

(inhales) You know,
my dad said something to me

when I was a kid
that always stuck with me.

He said, "Gideon, you got
to know when you're beat."

Oh, sorry, I should have
clarified, I hated my dad,

and I made it my business

to never, ever know
when I'm beat.

Look, we have every armored car
company in the city on alert,

and in the meantime,
we have a crime scene.

We have an hour.

God knows I love a challenge.

What do you expect us
to do in an hour?

Getting stuff back
from forensics lab

takes at least a week.

A week? Uh...
(tires screeching)

All right, team, let's go.

Come on.

Doing speed science here.

Pete.

I'd say that you are
off by about seven days.

*

Well, the bad news is,

that these guys like to play
with things that go boom.

What is that?

Um, you know those, uh,

trace chemical detection units
at the airport?

We made one smaller.

PETE: Yeah, but we found
a lot more than traces.

Check it out.

Looks like they're using
some kind of breaching frame.

Exactly.
Take a look.

So I've modeled the bomb

based on the information
we've gathered,

and according to the
chemical traces we found,

it's full of det. chord.

Plastic explosives.

That's enough firepower
to bring down a building.

If they put this
in an armored car,

it's gonna kill
everybody inside.

PETE: My best guess is
they're gonna trigger it

with a burner phone,
like an IED.

Can we trace it?
Tried.

They're not on yet.

Chances are they're gonna
power them up at the scene

when they arm the bomb.

Great, so,
we know what's happening,

we just have no idea
how to find them.

Eh, well, maybe not no idea.

Show her.

PETE:
Mm-hmm.

I know they're in Chicago...

Just have a little faith.

So,

we figured since they
are using a physical map,

they'd probably
be touching it.

And though we didn't find

any readable fingerprints,
you can see that

they are very interested
in South Ashland Avenue.

(soft chuckle)

Mwah!

Squad, 1309, I need all units
South Ashland Avenue.

You know, I-I put
the lab together.

I like police work.

(engines revving)

CONRAD:
All right.

I need everyone to spread out.

Take up concealed positions
along Ashland Avenue.

We need to cover as much of
that street as we can.

We're looking for an armored
truck, travelling through

in the next couple of hours.

We're also looking for at least
five males in multiple vehicles.

They are to be considered armed

and extremely dangerous.

Stay sharp.

You see something, call it in.

We're only gonna get one chance
to nail these guys.

Hey, Bernie, you said
someone wanted to see me?

Yes, without stuttering,
that is exactly what I said.

Over there.

You the one.
Came by the house?

Yeah, that's right.

Then you just went down

to the liquor store and
happened to run into my husband?

I see you.

You up in here
trying to be a savior,

but all you did
was make things worse!

You got no idea
what I'm going through!

You think this is my first
busted lip?

(scoffs)
My dad used to hit my mom
and me so many times,

that I stopped feeling it.
But I never forgot it.

I don't like seeing
it happen to other people.

What the hell makes you think
either one of us

gives a damn about
what your father...
Mom, Mom, Mom!

She's just trying to help.

GIDEON:
So we need to keep looking

for prints, DNA, anything.

When we catch these guys,
I want to make sure...

Ada?

Yeah?

What is...

where-where have you been?

I had stuff to take care of.

What... what happened to...

It's not police business.
Don't worry about it.

Hey, so apparently

there's an armored vehicle heist

about to happen in the next
five to ten minutes.

You want to focus on that,
or on my busted lip?

See what you can do with these.

They're cell phone
triggers for the bomb

they're using to blow
the armored truck.

And when they turn those on, we
need to triangulate a position

as quickly as possible.

I am on it.

Murph.

How's it looking out there?

I don't know.

What?
What does that mean?

Something doesn't
feel right about this.

This place.

Well, the map was pretty clear.

They were looking
at South Ashland.

I know, it's just...

if I was gonna rob an armored
truck, I wouldn't do it here.

What? Why, exactly?

No good restaurants
to go to after?

I'm being serious, all right?
It's too open.

There's no good place
to trap a truck.

There's too much to control.

What else could it be?

An escape route.

This heads straight
through the city.

They could turn off
and disappear

into a million neighborhoods.

Gideon, is there any
road work around here?

Construction?

Someplace where

the roads might be tighter?

There's a maintenance crew
working

two blocks north on Grand.

Are you sure this is a good time
to go checking a hunch?

When we've got a bunch of guys
with a bomb out there?

You have your toys,
I have my hunches.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just being para...

GIDEON:
Murphy, what is it?

We got an armored car
and an SUV

coming in hot.

MURPHY:
Gideon, are you getting this?

Yeah, I'm getting it.

Murphy...

you're not just being paranoid.

*

What's going on?
We're stuck!

Dispatch, this is truck 175.

We're under attack.

1309, emergency,
requesting backup.

Robbery in progress.

I need all units
to Grand Street immediately.

(tires screech)
GOSS:
Roger, 1305 responding.

CONRAD:
Damn it, Gideon.

Everyone was spread out looking
for an armored truck.

We have no units close.

(engine revs, tires screech)

GIDEON:
Murph, what are you doing?

We've got to get in there!

They're gonna kill the guards!

No, there's too many of them.

And they have a bomb.

They killed Linc!

I'm not gonna let
them drop anyone else.

(gunfire, tires screech)

(siren chirps)

Are those things
bulletproof?

So far.
You all right?

Yeah.
Where the hell's my backup?

Two minutes out!

MURPHY:
We don't have two minutes.

GIDEON: That's the bomb.
It's a breaching frame

filled with plastic explosives.

(bullets clanging)

GIDEON:
No, Murph, don't!

Gideon, can you get
the drone here?

No, I'm too far off!

You got to get out of there!

ADA: I'm zooming in
on the cruiser cam.

They're getting the bombs ready.

Well, can you block the signal?

No, I need more time!
Well, just hurry!

GIDEON:
They're prepping the bomb!

I can't get to it.

CONRAD:
Get over there now.

We have an officer
under fire,

and an armed robbery
in progress.

GOSS:
We're a minute out.

(indistinct radio transmission)

CONRAD:
We got to do something.

I can't stop them
from getting out of the car.

If he gets that bomb
on the truck,

every one of those guards
is dead!

*

(sirens approaching)

(siren chirps)

(siren stops)

Police, don't move!

Don't move.
Ah, you got him?

Got him.
Kick that gun.

GIDEON:
Is everybody okay?

The good guys are.

What happened?

Damned if I know.

Bomb must've gone off
by accident.

That bomber is toast.

Hey.

Hey.

Thought you were
at the hospital.

I was.

My ears are still ringing
pretty good,

but they can't do much
for that there.

They figure out what
happened with the bomb?

Why it went off?

No, no, no, no.

They're working the forensics,

but the leading theory
now is...

stuff happens.

Speaking of which, um...

I wanted to talk to you

about that transfer

that your ex-husband
gave you.

What about it?

What happened today
wouldn't have happened

if it wasn't for...
all this.

You almost died today.

And I'm thinking...

I'm thinking, uh,
maybe it would be better

if you did move
to another district.
Gideon...

You know, I don't
know a lot of cops,

but, uh, you're
the best one I've ever met.

And by contrast, your ex is
an enormously unpleasant dick.

But he's at least right
about one thing.

You're a really
great mom and...

And what?

Are you gonna tell me
that I'd be safer

writing parking tickets?
I'm...

Because if you are, just please
stop while you're ahead.

My friend died yesterday.

A guy that taught me
how to be a cop,

who barbecued in my backyard,

was gunned down in cold blood.

Six months ago,
if that would've happened,

I would've known that
the bastards who shot him

would've just walked away.

But we got 'em.

For the first time
in a long time,

I feel like
I'm right where I need to be.

You sure?

I'll see you
tomorrow, boss.

All right, but
do me one favor,

don't call me boss.

Call me partner.

Or Snake. You know, I always
wanted a cool nickname.

(chuckles)

(door shuts)

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