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Previously on APB...
The Reeves TK421.

If you have an oil fire,
it can do this.

(man yells)

Give me the 13th district
to run.

I will upgrade the 13th

to the best technology
money can buy.

I'm here to make it possible

with this.

It allows citizens to call in

GPS located crime reports.

You know those people you're
trying to serve and protect?

They just became your partners.

You are bleeding money
with this new little cop hobby.

We are here
to drum up new business

and increase revenue, period.
Please.

Remember the strategic
partnership with MilliScan?

Those boring gray boxes
find guns.

We could own
privatized policing.

I mean, this is not some
small Chicago experiment.

I mean, this could go global.

This could be

a billion dollar business.

NARRATOR:
Every 15 seconds,

an American home
is broken into.

But with the innovations
of Reeves Security,

you don't need to live
or work in fear anymore.

For both residential

and corporate clients,
Reeves Security

is always there,

keeping you safe
no matter where you go.

And now,
for the first time ever,

Reeves Security
is allowing subscribers

to select their own levels
of protection,

working directly with police

to customize patrols
in your area.

Whether you need them

or you just need peace of mind.

So, what do you think?

Do they all have
to smile so much?

Oh, Gideon,

this is everything
that we talked about.

No, no, no, it's everything
that you talked about.

Ah, the subscribers

and levels of protection?

You can't make people pay
to call the police.

All right,
can we just skip this part?

We don't have time
for it.

You have your annual
shareholders meeting

in two days.

So? I know the drill.

I go in and I give one
of my classic speeches,

shake a few hands,
see everybody next year.

No, no,
this is not of your TED Talks,

where you can just
"Gideon" your way through it.

You have to release
your quarterly statements.

So, you can either show
a $400 million

write-down,

or a billion dollar

new business.

(sighs)
It's just...

when I started all this,
I thought
(sighs)

I was making the world
a better place for everybody,

not just rich
people like me.

Well, I knew you
when you were just a scared,

scrawny little freshman at MIT.

Everyone knew
that you were smart,

but I knew that there was more
to you than just that.

(phone buzzing)
Gideon, this...

this is the fix
to our problem.

One second.

They need me at a crime scene.

It sounds urgent.

Yeah,
sounds familiar.

Will you promise me
that you will think about it?

If you promise to wear that...

that thing with the leather
and the straps.

Yeah, make it happen,

and you can have
anything you want.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(indistinct radio transmission)

CONRAD: Thank you
for coming down, Mr. Reeves.

Hate to bother you, I know
you had a big meeting today,

but...
No, no, no.

...we got a real nasty
situation here.

I need you to get on the horn
with the mayor,

see if you can get him to shut
down the streets of the 13th.

Oh, time for a block party or...

I wish.
We need to impose curfew.

Well, not that I don't enjoy
talking to the mayor,

but wha... why am I talking
to the mayor, exactly?

Aren't fires
the fire department's problem?

It's not about the fire.
It's about the gang war.

See that guy in
the red flannel?

That's Andre Coates,

leader of
the Green Street Kings,

one of the two biggest gangs
in the 13th district.

Who's the other?

38th Street Hustlas.

They had a building torched
in their hood two weeks ago.

Couple of 'em
still in the hospital.

So, this is retaliation.

That body in the bag,
that's one of Andre's boys.

So, yeah,
I'd say that's a safe bet.

There's nothing safe
about this situation.

We need to get
out in front of it

before someone else
is hurt or killed.

Okay, but I...
shutting down the district?

I don't like
it, either,

but we can't round up
every banger in a day.

And as hot as this
situation's getting,

one day might be
all we have.

These boys are out for blood.
We need answers.

All right, let's get some.
(helicopter whirring overhead)

Gideon, we can't
go in there.
To look.

Gideon...

Just give me one second.

Oh, yeah.
This is an
active scene.

We can't be here unless fire
gives us the all-clear.

Relax. Got what I need.

(siren wailing)

MURPHY:
What's this?

GIDEON:
It performs a chemical analysis,

telling us what was used

to start the fire.

Well, it's acetone
and petrolatum.

Basically nail polish
remover and petroleum jelly.

GIDEON:
That's great.

Can we get the molarity
of the acetone

before ignition?
PETE: Yeah.

Yeah.
MURPHY:
Gideon,

we're supposed to figure out

how to stop the fires,
not start them.

That's exactly what we're doing.

By doing a science project?
Yes.

When the going gets tough,
the smart work backwards.

If we can identify
the accelerant,

we could use our cars
to sniff it out.

Sniff it out?

PETE: Well, each of
the D13 Caddies

is equipped with a chemical
olfactory trace technology.

So, it can actually detect
minute measurements

of TATP and TPH in the air.

Bomb stuff,
they smell bomb stuff.

We're gonna me 'em
smell fire stuff.

(chuckles) Can it sniff out
a good Cuban restaurant, too?

I'm gonna work on that.

Then he hit me here,
then he kicked me there,

and then he held me down
and hit me again,

here, here and here.

And this was before
or after

your altercation
on the dance floor?

After, but I told you, that
was a misunderstanding.

The bastard you should
be arresting...

BRANDT:
The bouncer.

Yeah,
you said that already.

I think we get the picture.
We'll look into it

and let you know
what we find.

That's it?

You'll look into it?

I was assaulted
and I've been sitting here

all morning,
telling the same story.

Hey, I understand
that you're upset.

But see everybody
running around here?

There was a quadruple homicide
last night and right now...

I'd like a copy of that report.

We'll send it to you
when we finish writing it up.

Yeah. Officer DeVoll here
will show you out.

We'll be in touch.

DeVOLL:
Follow me, please, sir.

(sighs)

GOSS:
Hey.

What you doing?

Saving us time.

That crap about the report?

Kid's just looking
for a lawsuit.

What, you think he did that
to his own face?

No.

I think the guy
he was talking crap to did it,

but he was too drunk
to I.D. anyone,

so he's going
after the bar.

Yeah, but he said
the bouncer attacked him.

Yeah, and see, that's
my other problem.

I know the bouncer,
he's a friend of mine.

Guy named Vic Evans,
we served together.

And I'm not buying that
Vic couldn't handle

some entitled rich kid
with a big mouth.

Yeah, well, you can't just
throw out the report.

Might be nothing, but we still
got to check it out.

I'm sorry,
I know you're a genius and all,

but I don't like this.

What are you talking about?

I got half the guys
in the department driving around

looking for fires
and all we've found

is some guys
stripping paint.

Yeah, technically,
that means it's...

(chuckles)
it's working.

Yeah, but I can lower
the detection threshold

a little bit.

I don't know anything
about detection threshold,

but we're running
out of time.

I feel like
we're one fire away

from the whole district
going up in flames.

It's a balance, okay?
We just need to calibrate it

until we come up with the exact
right combination of smells.

But an active gang war
is not the time

to be working out the kinks.

I know, just give it a chance.

I promise you're
gonna love this.

(computer beeps)

ADA:
Ah, we got a hit.

Cobb and Reyes,

on a residential street,
outside Canaryville.

REYES:
All right, let's go.

Squad, we got any idea
which address it's coming from?

GIDEON: Not unless
you can drive your Caddy

into all those houses.

That's actually something
I should be working on.

Looks like we're knocking.

CPD!

(door opens)
Can I help you?

COBB:
Sorry, wrong address.

(knocking on door)

REYES:
CPD, open up.

Yeah?
(baby crying)

Never mind.
Sorry to bother you.

(crying continues)

You smell that?

CPD!

(clattering inside)

(clears throat)

CPD, open up!

(gasps)

(speaks Korean)

Manicure...
Squad, unless our firebug

is also giving mani-pedis
without a permit,

I'd say this one is a miss, too.

All right, Murphy,
that's it, I'm calling it.

It's time to start
combing through the SSL,

see who comes up.

MURPHY:
Copy, Squad.

Sorry, Gideon.

(tires squeal)

(computer beeps)

Captain, Captain!

One more, one more, one more.

Murph, we got one more.
You getting that reading?

(computer chirps)

It's pretty weak.

GIDEON: Well, check out
the building on the corner.

The chemical signature is a
little bit different this time.

Is that supposed to
mean something?

Uh, yeah, it might.

You want me
to explain the science

or can I just let her
check it out?

Last one.

GIDEON: Murphy,
it's coming from somewhere

in the south side
of the street.

MURPHY:
Okay, I'll take a look.

Hey, check this out.

That's the
Green Street Kings tag.

And the smoke alarm's
been yanked out.

Make sure, Murphy.

I'm sick of false alarms.

MURPHY:
Captain?

This is not a false alarm.

Fire!

Everybody out, come on!
(yells in Spanish)

Everybody out!
Gideon, I need backup.

Fire, police, everything.

All right, who can
you get over there?

Cobb and Reyes,
but they're not that close.

Fire department's on the way,
three minutes out.

(girl coughs)

(coughs)
Senora...

(speaks Spanish)
Okay?

Grab me that towel.

(speaks Spanish)
Okay?

It's okay, come on, follow me.

What the hell?

(woman coughs, gasps)

Hey, Murphy, head left.

We got your back.

Come on, come on.
Let's go, let's go.

Gideon, I can't see.
The smoke is too thick.

Uh, can you... can you put a
digital filter on the body-cam?

Yeah, I can throw out
the visual spectrum

and I can turn on the IR.

Hug the right,
there's a hot spot

on the left side of the hall.
MURPHY: Okay.

(speaks Spanish)

Come on,
stay against the wall, okay?

GIDEON:
Good, good, good.

Stay close.
You got it.

Move, move, move, move!

Move!

All right, I see a clearing.
Come on.

Follow me, okay?

Good, you got it.
You got it.

GIDEON: Yes.

(all coughing)

Mima!

(gasping, coughing)

You got her?

Good? All right.
(siren wailing,
truck horn honking)

Gracias, Adriana.

(siren wailing, horn honks)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(indistinct conversations)

Hey.

Do you have anywhere
to stay?

Do you have family
around here?

No, they're all back
in Honduras.

I'll figure something out.

Why don't you stay with me?

No, I'll be fine.
I'm just...

Argue with a police officer?

I got a guest room
you can use

until you get back
on your feet.

Come on.

(birds chirping)

(rock music playing)
Vic.

Brando.

What's your ugly mug doing
in here before 6:00, huh?

(laughing)

Hey, let's get this guy
a beer, he's a buddy of mine.

As much as I'd love to...
Okay.

Yeah.
There's a little something

we got to clear up
about last night.

That happened here?

Yeah.
You got a sec?

Of course.
I mean, not much to tell.

It was just a regular
day at the office.

Yeah, some college kid,
he came in this morning

with a busted-up face,
said he got attacked

on his way out of here.

By who?
By you.

It's probably nothing,
but, uh, the kid,

he's talking a big game, like
he wants to sue or something.

We just need to hear
your side of the story.

You remember what happened?

Yeah, of course I do.

He's a frat boy, right?

Yeah.

He got rowdy on
the dance floor.

He had tequila coming
out of his ears.

He stepped on
some girl's toe,

got into it with
her boyfriend.

So I had to show
him the door.

I didn't attack anybody.

So you threw him out?

Yeah. You know,
I end up tossing, like,

three or four drunks a night.

But this... this guy can't
actually sue me, right?

Well, not if I got a say in it.

GOSS:
You have cameras
in this place?

Anything out front, maybe?
Yeah.

But troublemakers don't
go out the front door.

The owner doesn't want 'em
scaring away customers.

What about cameras
out back?

They don't have any
cameras by the rear exit.

Mind if we take a look?

Sure thing.
The gate's unlocked.

Look, I got a few
more cases to stock.

Do your thing, Vic,
we're all good.

Oh, we got some sick new
flat-screens in the VIP room.

I'm not working tonight-- you
want to watch the Bulls game?

Uh...

Yeah, sounds fun.

GOSS:
Sounds fun?

What, you don't
like free beer?

Would you just, like,
relax a little bit, please?

There's nothing
to investigate here.

It's just some rich drunk kid's
word against Vic's,

and I've known him
for years.

And the guy got me
through boot camp.

If it wasn't for him,
I'd still be

face down in a ditch.

Now let's go.

Okay, here you go.

This one's really soft.
You should take this one.

I'm sorry,
I can't take it.

No, please,
I want you to.

Go on, try it on.

You know what,
I used to always

dress my little brother up
in my old clothes.

I always wanted
a little sister.

I have a little sister.
Yeah?

Yeah, back in Honduras.

I should have
stayed there.

Why didn't you?

My mom got sick,
so I came here to find work.

And for five months
I sent money home.

When she died, I didn't even
get to go to her funeral.

I was trying to
make it here alone.

But then the fire
took everything.

It just happened so fast.

Yeah, those old buildings,
they burn pretty quick.

But I've never seen
a fire move like that.

Hey, uh...

can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Do you ever feel unsafe?

Like from you or...

That's funny.
No, I mean in your daily life,

do you ever...
find yourself wishing

that you had more
protection?

Now I do.
What's this about?

Well, Lauren has an idea
for how we can

save the future of Reeves.

Ah. By asking vague questions?

By selling our police tech
to civilians.

(snorts)

Private security,
right?

There's a lot of money there.

Pricey condos
and gated communities.

Yeah, that sounds awesome.
It sounds like, uh,

like Disneyland.

Or, you know, North Korea.

Can't exactly fund
every district in the country.

Even billionaires don't have
that kind of money.

Oh, my God.

You sound just like Lauren.

Man, it is crazy how quickly
she gets in your head.

But by all means, you guys want
to turn this world

into a police state,
that's fine with me.

Just don't ask for my help.

What does she think
about all this?

Hasn't really come up.

Huh.

What?

Well, if you can't talk
to Murphy about it,

it's probably
a really dumb idea.

We need to talk.

Sounds serious.

I've got a hunch.

Oh, how Scooby-Doo of you.
What is it?

I can't explain it, but I can't
shake this-this feeling

that this isn't
a real gang war.

I mean, if the Hustlas
and Kings really wanted

to kill each other,
all it would take

would be, like,
some drive-bys.

Both of those gangs
are armed to the teeth.

Why burn down a building
full of immigrant families?

I just combed
through the records,

and before last month,
there's never been

any history of arson
with either one of them.

Maybe they decided
to turn up the heat.

See what I did there?

There's only one way

to find out for sure.
What's that?

It's time to have dinner
with Andre.

There's always
some kind of beef

between us and the Hustlas,

but killing grandmas,
that ain't how we get down.

We want new turf,

we need customers,
not corpses.

Right.

Don't you think the
Hustlas feel the same?

I don't give a damn
how they feel.

You still think they set
the fire that killed your boy?

Probably not.
Good.

So you're not gonna hit back?

I didn't say all that.

I still got to do
what I got to do.

You just said that
they didn't do it.

I know what I said.

I'm a CEO, just like you.

End of the day,
I got a bottom line.

Situation like this
creates

what you might call
a leadership challenge.

I can't let my people
see me taking,

and not giving it back.

Andre, please,
just hold off a day.

Okay?

Give us a chance.

What the hell you gonna do
with a day?

Get the guy
who really did this,

and put his ass in jail.

Fine.

I'll tell my boys to chill,

but you and Richie Rich
over here... better hurry.

By the way,
dinner's on you.

(door opens, bell jingles)

If this wasn't
the Hustlas and the Kings,

we're back at square one.

Or... and I'm just
throwing this out there...

maybe the career criminal
was lying to us.

Andre knows he's better
off telling me the truth.

If he says he didn't
do it, he didn't do it.

But he's not gonna
keep the peace for long

unless we can
figure out who did.

Anything else
on the fire report?

No, no. I read it.
It's pretty useless.

They had to come up
with new ways

to say "catastrophic."

Damn it.

How did those fires
spread so quick?

I wish I could just
go back in time

and pay more attention
when I was in there.

Go back in time
to when you were there.

Murphy...

you're a genius.

I'm-I'm... I'm the genius,

but you're very smart.

GIDEON:
Let's get back to the station.

I got an idea.

So I was able
to use the footage

from Murphy's body-cam,

along with some that Ada
pulled off her phone

to reconstruct the fire
in this 360-degree

virtual view of what happened.
Hell yes!

It's great.
So the full-size one,

it'll have the same
resolution?

Full-size?
What, you want it bigger?

Oh, yeah, I got to be able to
walk around in it with Murphy.

I'm thinking, like,
ten or 12 feet.

How big is this room?

Gideon, that's not
gonna be cheap.

No. Good thing
you're not paying.

When can you have it done?

Uh, four hours, I guess.

Cool, I'll be down there
in two.

Good work.

(game playing on TV)
BRANDT: Oh, come... come on!

VIC:
What are you calling a foul?

Just let these guys play.
(groans)

Ah, we never should have
got rid of Noah.

Man, I still haven't
gotten over Jordan.

(chuckles)
Yeah.

Well, you got to love
the Bulls, you know...

Hey, uh,
I've been meaning to ask you.

What do you think it would take
for me to get on the force?

The force?
You want to be a cop?

Why not? I mean,
I got the training for it.

You can vouch for me.

Plus, I figure,
if they let you do it, anyone...

Ah, right, right.
Look,

I just want to do something
I'm proud of.

You know, bouncing's
no way to make a living.

It's late night,
crappy food,

drunks in your friggin'
face al the time.

You know that cops
have all that, too, right?

Yeah, but you get decent pay
and benefits.

Well, there's a lot more
politics involved with it.

I mean, just getting a badge,
you got to jump through

all kinds of hoops.

My partner,
she's got this friend

at the personnel division,

and they just straight deny
applications all day long.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's got
a friend in personnel?

Yeah.

Then call her,
put in a word for me.

Oh, come on, man.

I-I just, I need a shot.

All right.

Yeah,
I'll give her a call.

What, you want me
to call her right now?

Yeah! Come on. Look, I'll get us
some shots, all right?

All right.

(exhales)

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

Hey. Hey! Get a room.

WOMAN:
Aah...

(man and woman laugh,
talk indistinctly)

(beeping)

GIDEON:
Ha, ha!

MURPHY:
Wow, I mean,

I can't believe
that Pete built this in one day.

It's pretty cool, right?

(laughs) It's like being
inside a KISS concert.

(falsetto):
Oh, yeah.

Are you people ready
to rock and...

You...
(laughs)

What?
Never been to a KISS concert?

Sorry, I'm not
a hundred years old.

So is this everything
from my body-cam?

Can you loop it back?

GIDEON:
Stop. Frame zero,

play speed standard,
smooth interpolation,

no blur.

Every time that I look at this,

it just feels like the fire's
coming out of nowhere.

What's that?

Take it back ten seconds.

Frame 455.

Pay attention to the ducts
as we walk by.

That's how it spread so fast.

You can't get into those ducts
without anyone seeing you.

Whoever did this had access

and knew exactly
what they were doing.

So unless Chicago's gangs

have gotten into the heating
and air conditioning business...

We're looking
in the wrong place.

Here's the problem,
Gideon.

If we don't find this guy fast,
then the Green Street Kings

are gonna burn this district
to the ground.

MAN:
I'm sorry, Detective.

I don't understand
what you mean.

We've been looking into a series
of fires that've been going on

in the 13th district, trying
to find some kind of a link.

So what do you want with me?

Well, it turns out
that your company has had jobs

for every single one of those
buildings that've been burned.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you suggesting

I'm involved in this
in some way? I...

No. No, no. Of course not.

But we do think that someone
that works for you might be.

So with your permission,
we'd really like to look

at your employment files.

No. Not gonna do it.

Why not?

Well, I'm not gonna be
railroaded without a warrant.

I know my rights.
That's good.

You're a smart man.

How much?

How much for what?

All of it, Mr. Kim.
I want to buy your business.

Oh, it's not for sale.

Well, maybe not, but
I need your records.

So from a negotiation
standpoint,

you're in the catbird seat.

Does 300 grand cover it?

Wha... look, this is crazy.

I don't even know
how much my business is worth.

Half a million. Final offer.

Sold.

Here you go.

Uh...

So, s-should I just go, then?

Yeah.
Oh, okay.

Thanks.

Do we need that?

You're unbelievable.

(sputtering)

I'd help, but I think
you're better at this than me.

I think you're right.

You and your
computer screens.

I mean, can you even read
handwriting?

Come on, I bought all the files.

You expect me to read them, too?

Shh.

Boom.

What? Find something?

This guy, Duke Johnson.

He was the Lakefront H-VAC
supervisor for both buildings.

I mean, if anybody can
tell us about the guys

that worked there,
it's this guy.

But this file's ancient, though.

I mean, there's no address,
there's no number.

It's gonna be impossible
to track him this way.

How about that way?

Well, look at that.

You can read after all.

(knocking on door)

Hey, Cap, you got a sec?

Well, if I didn't,
it doesn't matter now.

I wanted to talk to you
about a new potential recruit.

Vic Evans. Yeah,
I already got your e-mail.

Oh, good, good.

So you know
he was a great soldier.

He's gonna make a great cop.

Not while he's the subject
of an active investigation.

Active?

What do you mean?

Maybe you should talk
to your partner.

Tell me you didn't poison
the well for Vic.

I didn't poison anything.

Just not drinking this
dude's Kool-Aid yet.

Goss, you got to trust me.

I do trust you.

I also want to protect you.

From what?

Look, I know you think you
owe Vic from helping you out

back in the Army, but what if
you get this guy on the force

and he loses his
cool on someone?

You really want to put
your ass on the line

for somebody
you used to know?

Hey. I'm telling you.

He's not what you think.

Good. Then I'm sure we
won't find anything on this.

It's the alley behind
your friend's bar,

where he says he
doesn't beat anyone up.

Oh, hell no.
Hey.

If he's really
the angel you say he is,

you have my word and I'll call
the personnel division myself

and recommend Vic
for the academy.

But if I'm right,
we arrest his ass

and you buy my iced tea
for the next six months.

You want me to spy on my friend?

No, Brandt.

I want you to back up
your partner.

Look, it's not like I wanted
to buy the place, Lauren.

It was just a means to an end.

Okay, well, the only end that
you need to be worried about

is convincing the shareholders
that you are in control

of Reeves.

I just finished with the board,

and we have a meet-and-greet
tonight at Gibson's.

Mm. No, no.

I-I don't think
I can make that.

All right.
Well, I'll cover for you,

like I always do.

But listen, it is very important

that you are prepared tomorrow.
This is a big deal.

Yeah. I've been thinking.

What if I don't
give a speech this year?

You could spin it
as a good PR move.

Intrigue the shareholders.

You're nervous. I get it.

But just give the speech
that I wrote.

You are gonna do great.

(sighs)

(scoffs)

You good?

(chuckles softly)

Yeah, I'm fine.

What do you think about
privatized policing?

Like rent-a-cops?

Mm. No, more like
actual police.

Like if people could pay

for some of the stuff
that the 13th District does now.

(laughs)

What, what, what?

People want more security.

I'm just supposed to ignore
their money?

Gideon, the people
who need our help the most

can't pay for it.

There's this girl, Adriana, from
the last building that burned.

She lost everything
in that fire.

If we start protecting
rich people from their shadows,

who's gonna protect people
like Adriana?

Fair point, yes.

But I do have a responsibility
to my shareholders

as Lauren reminds me
twice a day.

Well, I'm one of
those shareholders.

And I don't think
it's a good idea.

What are you talking about?

I bought a couple shares
in Reeves Industries.

Mateo's college fund.

So, do I want you
to make money? Yeah.

But not if it means
selling my badge.

The job site's up here.

Okay.

If Duke can tell us
who we're looking for,

then we might beat Andre
to the punch.

RADIO HOST: ...and now they're
telling us that we have to be

some kind of sanctuary city?
Can you believe that?

We need to march
on city hall and tell the mayor

that Chicago is for Americans.

I've had enough
of this liberal, multi...

Duke Johnson?

Yeah, that's me.

Detective Murphy, CPD.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions?

RADIO CALL-IN:
...the immigrants come in...

Hey!

(coughing)

Stop!

Gideon, move!

(tires screeching)

Damn it!

(grunts)
It's okay.

It's just my ankle.

We lost him.

Well...

not entirely.

Hey.

How's the foot?

It'd be better if you told me

we got something
out of that phone.

Well, then get ready for
a miraculous recovery.

We checked the cell's
location history.

Turns out
Duke the Supervisor

has been spending a lot of
time in an old warehouse.

Yeah, it's a place
he used to own

in Fuller Park?
It's been abandoned

since he filed
for bankruptcy in '08.

Send the address to my car.

I'm gonna check it out.

Are you sure?

I can still kick ass
with my good foot.

I actually believe her.
I do, too.

(train whistle blowing
in distance)

This is a complete
waste of time.

Yeah. You mentioned that.

And told me I
was full of crap

at least twice.

Well, you know. If the poo fits.

Shut up.

Uh...

He's coming out again.

Come on, man.

Kicking me out over a
little spilled drink?

You spilled three drinks
on two girls, all right?

All right, you've had enough.
Just head home, pal.

BRANDT:
There.

Do you see that?

One more politely
escorted drunk.

How much longer
do we need to do this?

Yeah, what if I don't
want to go? Huh?

What you gonna do
then, bouncer boy?

(grunts)

(coughs)

(grunts)
(gasps)

Oh, damn it.
(engine starting)

(sirens chirps)

Hey, hey.

BRANDT: Vic!

Chicago Police.

BRANDT:
Put him down, Vic!

(Taser crackling)
(shouts)

(Vic groaning)

GOSS: Hey, Hey,
hey, hey, hey, bud.

What the hell's
wrong with you, man?!

GOSS:
Squad, we need an ambulance.

Just stay still,
just stay still...

Calm down, just calm down.
(Vic grunts)

Got Murphy, Cobb and Reyes
at the warehouse

we found on
Duke Johnson's phone.

Great, great, great.

Let's just hope
he's in there.

Welcome to Hatefest.

What kind of sicko is this guy?

MURPHY:
The kind that spells America
with three "K"s.

This bastard just wanted
to hurt immigrants

and let Andre and his boys
take the heat.

Let's go see if we can find him.

(clattering nearby)

CONRAD:
Need more backup.

Yeah, especially with a
Nazi firebug on the loose.

MURPHY:
Freeze. Police.

Drop the can

and put your hands
over your head.

Easy, chica.

This stuff's very flammable.

Do what I told you,
you racist son of a bitch.

It's not a problem.

(laughs)
No problemo.

(grunts)

Squad, offender on the move and
he set the damn place on fire.

ADA:
Gideon, they need help.

GIDEON:
Yeah, I can see that.

(explosion)
(shouts)

(explosion)

(shouts)

GIDEON:
Let him go, Murph.

Just get out of there.

(explosions)

Squad, the offender's exiting

from the east side
of the building.

GIDEON: Reyes,
they're headed your way.

Try and cut him off.

Chicago Police.

You're under arrest,
you son of a bitch.

CONRAD:
Well done, guys.

Offender's in custody.

Good, now let's get
Murphy out of there.

(flames crackling)
(explosion)

(shouts)

(shouts)

Uh, guys?

Hang on, Murphy.

I'm coming.

Yeah, thanks.
Fire department's a ways out,

at least another
eight, ten minutes.

I'll be there in two, tops.

What the hell's
a drone gonna do?

This is not an ordinary drone.

GIDEON:
This is the TK421.

This one uses a
concussive charge

to extinguish flames.

You're gonna
blow up the fire?

GIDEON: Murph.

Stay low.

Short, shallow breaths.

There's no way back in.

Which means there's
no way back out.

GIDEON:
Okay, drone's on site.

Talk to me, Ada.

There's got to be
some way to get inside.

There's an opening in the roof

on the east wall.
Okay.

Big enough for this drone?

I don't know.
It's about eight feed wide.

It's gonna be pretty difficult.

Well, I do love a challenge.

Murph, you still with me?

MURPHY:
Yeah, but...

I don't know how much longer.

Murph,

I'm gonna clear a path for you
and you're gonna run, okay?

(under breath):
Okay, okay.

Murph, one more thing.

This could get a little loud.

Go now!

(grunts)

GIDEON:
You got this, Murph.

Just a little bit further.

Almost there.

Go!

(coughs)

Hey, hey. We got,
we got you, we got you.

She's out!

Thank God.

And me.

And-and God.

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Hey, bro.

Hey.

Sorry about last night.

Just got a little amped up.

Why don't you just let me
go home and sleep it off?

I can't do that, Vic.

You lied to us.

Someone comes at me,
I just suddenly...

black out.

Yeah, well, um...

now, listen, I'll, uh...

I'll talk to the prosecutor.

I'll see if he'll consider
your service record.

See about getting you
some real help.

Brando.

Thanks, brother.

(lock buzzes)

You talk to him?

Yeah.

Sorry I was such a jerk.

Listen, I know
he's your buddy, and...

Yeah, but you're my partner.

Next time I'll listen.

Needs more sugar.

NEWSWOMAN:
In light of Johnson's arrest,

the gang conflict that
has plagued the 13th district

is rumored to be
nearing a truce.

Leaders from both sides...

I hate the way
I look on TV.

You looked amazing.

I can't believe you
actually caught him.

Well, it takes a special
kind of crazy to do that job.

I was thinking...

maybe I'd like to be
that kind of crazy.

You want to be a cop?

Do you think I could do it?

Yeah, I think you can do
anything you want to do.

(cell phone chimes, buzzes)

Shoot, I'm late.

Um, do you mind waiting

until Mateo and Mita
come back from the store?

She's an awesome cook.

(chuckles)
Don't worry. I'm happy.

Okay, good.

GIDEON:
As you all know,

I have solved a lot
of tough problems in my life.

Reusable rocket stages,

asteroid hunting telescopes,

you name it,
but, uh, you know what?

I never faced a problem
tougher than law enforcement.

In engineering, math,
problems have solutions.

Once you figure them out,
you're done.

You're ready
for a new challenge.

But as long as
one person in the world

still wants to take
unfair advantage of another,

there's no real solution
to crime.

Now, fortunately,
a problem being unsolvable

does not mean that
it can't make money,

which is why
in the next fiscal quarter,

Reeves Industries will
proudly introduce APB Prime.

(audience whoops and cheers)

WOMAN:
Bravo!

This revolutionary approach

to privatized policing

will offer Reeves customers

a new level of personal security

on a pay-as-you-go

or subscription basis.

So, uh, whether
we are working in tandem

with local law enforcement...

...or offering
our services à la carte

to an elite clientele...

(scoffs)

Um...

Yeah, we're not doing
any of that.

(audience mutters)

* Get up slow

(sighs)

* Come down...

Here's the deal.
(clears throat)

I started this company
from a South Side storage space

and turned it into the global
powerhouse that it is today.

Seven divisions,
28,000 employees,

48 billion in the bank,
and I used to think

that making those numbers bigger
was all that mattered.

But in the last few months,

I've looked at some new numbers.

3,248 shootings.

564 homicides.

14 cases of deadly arson.

That's just Chicago.

So, all that matters to me now

is making those
numbers smaller...

...no matter what the cost.

Listen...
(laughs)

...I've made each
and every one of you folks

a crapload of money.

So, like it or not,

you're just gonna have
to trust me on this one.

Gideon out.

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you crashed two cars
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Shots Fired
is a murder mystery.

An African-American officer
kills an unarmed white guy.

I asked him
to step out of the vehicle,
but as he steps out,

he reaches for my gun,
and it was either him or me.

-And I shot him.
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WOMAN: Preston and Ashe are
a prosecutor and an investigator

come down to investigate.

They uncover a second teenager
that was killed-- a black teen.

Suddenly, there's these two
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I play Ashe Akino.
She has lots of layers.

She is not perfect.

Sometimes she will do
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Preston's a graduate
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As the series progresses,
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A tragedy has come
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and when there are questions,
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Our mantra for the show
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and when they're
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