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- There's a young girl
and she's my daughter.

She has nobody else.
- You need to leave, now.

- I've been trying to figure out
how to tell you that

I want to spend the rest
of my life with you.

- The name James Beckett
ring a bell?

- Picked 'em off
on a murder rap 15 years back.

- Her mom is saying
you lied about

witnessing Beckett that night.
She has proof.

- Do you really want to end
your career

for making a false statement?

- To keep a scumbag
like Beckett off my streets?

You bet your ass.

- I look forward to getting
my life back on track.

- Justin?
- Pops, hey.

- I'm really looking forward
to seeing you guys.

[buzzing]
Get down!

[explosion continues]

[dark music]

*

- Justin!

- Olive, you okay, baby?

[baby crying]

- It's okay.
Shh.

Shh.
- Come on, it's okay.

[baby crying]

It's okay.

[somber music]

*

It's okay.
You're okay.

- This is Sergeant Hank Voight,
badge number 32419.

I need a 10-1
at 2069 West 14th Place.

*

- Hey.
Where is he?

- On his way back from med.

They kept the baby all night
for tests,

but it looks like
everything's gonna be fine.

- What the hell's this?
- Oh, this is the Intelliboard,

and with it we can
cross-correlate in real-time

all of our investigative
efforts,

department-wide.

Got instant GPS tracking,
OCR scanning,

and searchable databases.

IP channeling.

This is next level.

Sergeant, you don't have
to do that.

I started inputting the--

[dark music]

*

- James Beckett.

He's a triple-homicide felon

Olinsky and I put away
15 years ago.

Most of you know he's back out
on the streets again

on a technicality.

Nothing more needs to be said
about that.

What does need to be said

is he tried to kill me,
Olive, Justin,

and my grandson
in front of my house.

So the sooner he is in a box
or a bag, the better.

Am I clear?

- You okay, Hank?
- I will be.

[cell phone rings]

- Olinsky.
- Where is this guy?

I want to know if his
discharge papers from Stateville

listed a residential
forwarding address.

What properties he still owns.

- Hank, we got to roll.

Now.

[dramatic music]

*

[indistinct shouting]

- Who's the driver?

- Jacob Logan.
Retired CPD.

He was on the team with us
when we took down Beckett.

- Dios mio.

.

- The Wild Bunch of Cicero
rides again, huh?

- Yeah, Cicero.

That was a long time ago.

- You look good.

You look good.
And you don't.

- No?
- He does.

- You heard about Logan?
- Yeah.

That was insanity.

Any idea who?
- James Beckett.

Released from Stateville
yesterday.

- And he took a run at you too?
- Yeah.

All right, we're gonna detail
a couple uniforms to you

for protection.
- Like hell you are.

- It's procedure.

- Who's your detail, Hank?
Al?

I handle myself.

- Listen, you see him, you think
you see him, you call us.

- All right.
- Okay?

And change vehicles
or take the train.

Bombed a couple cars already.

- If I see him I'll call you
guys to clean up the bloodstain.

How about that?

- It's the guy
who was just released?

- Yeah, he went after Voight
and then took out a guy

from me and Al's crew
from back in the day.

- Hey, listen.
Be careful today, okay?

- Yeah, of course.
Of course.

You too, okay?

- Ugh, okay,
come on, come on.

- Come on.

- I just talked to your buddy,
Oliver.

I don't think he's gonna make
it to the bachelor party, bro.

- Why?
- I don't know.

He said he went to
the first two,

nothing came of 'em,

so the third one
kind of seemed pointless.

- Come on.

No, I'm gonna call him.

[beeping]

- They need us upstairs, bro.
[door buzzes]

- What?

- You were engaged twice?

- Yeah.

Before Wendy,
there was Nicole.

You knew that.
- No, I didn't.

- You didn't?

You didn't.

Okay, I have to go upstairs,

but we're gonna talk
about this later.

- Oh yeah.

- Hey, someone went
after Voight?

[door buzzes, opens]
- Starsky and Putz,

get over here.

- You need us upstairs?

- Yeah, something like that.

Pipe bomb fragments found
on the scene at Voight's house

have partial prints belonging to
these two upstanding citizens.

- They look like brothers.

I can see it in their, uh, eyes.

- Enrique and Vicente Dominguez.

Last known address is
1608 Ridgeland.

We want you to sit on the house.

- Should we do a knock-and-talk?

- On a house that could be
filled with explosives.

That's a great idea.
Go do that.

- Hey.
If we see these guys

on the street,
we take 'em.

I don't care if
they're wrapped in dynamite.

- Yeah.

Hey.

Did you know that Adam was
engaged before he was engaged?

- To you?
Yeah.

- No, before that.

- You mean you're the third?

- Yeah, I just found out.

- Just think of it
like the Olympics.

Bronze medal's nothing
to sneeze at.

- She's the real deal,
and you know anything about me,

you know I don't joke
about the sweet science.

Al, I'm talking to you.
- Yeah.

Yeah, as long
as it keeps her parole officer

checking the boxes...

- She's gonna be too tired
to get into trouble.

Trust me.

- Meredith.

- I only came to say my piece
and then I'm leaving.

- Okay.
Okay.

- This girl who says
she's your daughter.

- Mm-hmm.
- Did you even get

a paternity test, Alvin?

- No, no.
No test.

- You're just gonna
take it on faith then?

Willing to blow up
your whole family for that?

- Believe me, I'm not trying
to blow anything up.

- If you have any hope
of getting out of that garage

and getting back in our lives
and keeping us together,

you better find out.

- Show me the warrant.
Oh, that's right.

You don't have one
because my client is protected.

- We're all just friends here,

looking for a lead on
where to find our mutual friend,

James Beckett.

You know, a phone number,
a forwarding address.

Why's it got
to be so adversarial?

- [laughs softly]

You work at
Hank Voight's district?

- That's right.

- That's why it's adversarial.

Shelby, honey.

I said no interruptions.

That means when my door's shut,
it stays shut.

[door slams]

[dark music]

*

- Where are we at?

- Hank.
- Yeah?

- I think we found a way
to get to Beckett.

- Well, let's have it.
- His lawyer's secretary

gave us the phone number Beckett
used to call the law office

after getting out.
- And we pinged the phone.

It's gone dark.
- Right,

but we checked where and when
the phone was purchased.

It was bought in a convenience
store on Highway 94

along with four other
drop phones.

What are the odds
that five phones would be

purchased by different people
in the same hour?

- I pulled the serial numbers
of all five phones.

One of them is active right now.

I got an address.

- All right.
- Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

*

- This is the address.

*

- That's him.

Move in.

[tires screeching]

- Chicago PD.
Show me your hands.

Show me your hands!

*

Step out of the car.

Get out of the car slowly.

Turn around.

Walk backwards towards me.

Keep walking.
Keep walking.

Keep walking.

Sit down.
Don't move.

- Come on, Beckett.
Get out of the car.

Move.

*

Open the door slowly.

Put your hands
out of the vehicle.

.

- He's in there?

- Slow it down, Hank.
- What, are you kidding me?

He came after
my family, Alvin!

- I know, I know, but the big
eye's watching you on this one.

So anything goes sideways
and it's over for you.

All right?

Okay.

All right.

- Lot of people
sit in that chair

and think how unlucky
they are to be here.

I want you to know
if I had it my way,

you wouldn't have made it
to the District.

- You know what you did.
- Yeah,

I put you away for murder
is what I did.

- Hank.
- Yeah, and enjoyed my money

in the process.

I had 15 years
to think about that.

- Police corruption.

That's real original.

- What money?
Hm?

- Oh, I see.

One of you dirty Cicero cops

took a million dollars
of my money

but didn't cut the others in.

[tense music]

[chuckles]
Perfect.

Greedy pigs
backstabbing their own kind.

*

So if it wasn't you...

it was you.

[door opens]

- We got a problem, Sarge.

*

- I'm gonna assume your phones
are down is why

I wasn't notified immediately
of my client's detention.

- He's under arrest.

- For what?

Are you referring to
involvement in a homicide

and an attempted homicide
that occurred last night

and this morning
between the hours of

9:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m.?

Because I'm sure that you
would be interested to know

that my client was at my office
with me and my associates

working all night on the lawsuit
we are filing against the city.

And the personal lawsuit
against you, Sergeant Voight.

Now, are you really sure
you want to keep harassing him?

*

I assume we're free to go?

*

- Oh, hey.

[whispers]
Alvin.

- Yeah, kid?

- I got that test you asked for.

- What?

- The DNA kit.

You just swab the inside
of your mouth,

get a sample from your daughter,
maybe your daughter,

seal it up, send it out.

You'll get the results
in a couple weeks.

- Okay, thanks.

- We got the sealed transcript

from the grand jury trial
on Beckett.

There's an unidentified voice
on the wire.

- Uh-huh.
- After the raid,

this guy's on the tap telling
Beckett that guns, heroin,

and $2 million in cash
were seized by the police.

- Which is, uh,
where there's a discrepancy.

Evidence tags from the raid
show that there was...

one million seized.

- Looks like Beckett was right.

There's a million dollars
missing.

[dark music]

*

- Look, I remember
where your head was back then.

- Meaning?

- Meaning you were jammed up
on some bad investments.

Underwater on your house.

Asked me and Camille
for a floater.

Didn't want Meredith to know.

- Which I paid back
to the penny.

- Al, I'm not gonna
lose respect for you.

I just got to know
what I'm dealing with here

so I can move forward.

*

- You know, I've done a lot
of questionable things.

I'll admit that.

But I've never taken
a damn dime in my life.

- Al.
- No, Hank.

Seriously.

Screw yourself, man.

*

*

- Hey, Burgess, heads-up.

We're on a stakeout.

- I mean, sure.

Adam is really
into the engagement,

but that's a good thing,
right?

Like, so what if he's been
engaged twice before?

I would rather have somebody
excited about wanting

to marry me than moping around
like Debbie Downer.

You know?

I'm asking.
That's me asking.

- Well...

I had a cousin
who was engaged five times.

Never married.
- What d--what does that mean?

- Some people like the movie
trailers more than the movie.

[groans]
- Hey.

How are those shots
going?

- [sighs]

They suck,

but they're worth it.

Andrew will get my bone marrow,
and he'll be a new little man.

As long as he gets a long life,
I don't care.

- [sighs]

[dark music]

*

[cell phone ringing]

*

Yeah, I want to order a taxi.

- There you go.
Good, good.

- [grunting]

- Hey.

- Hey, Al.

- How are you, man?

- [grunting]

- Wow.

- Looks good, huh?

- [grunting]

Hey.

[grunting and punching]

- Anything you want to
talk about?

- No.

- [grunting and punching]

- Seriously.

You know,
I was in a confessional

every other day for about
ten years when I was a kid.

Got real good at it.

- [grunting]
- [claps]

All right, Michelle.

You hit the weights.

Angela, you got speed bag.

- All right.

- Think about what I said.

All right, let's go.

- Hey.

[somber music]

*

- Look, another burner phone
from that batch just lit up,

and you're not gonna believe
who Beckett is calling.

- Antonio, with me.

[suspenseful music]

*

- What the hell?

.

- So you found two million,
vouchered one,

and kept the other
for yourself.

That about right?

- No, that's wrong.
- Hm.

- I've been straight
my entire career.

I live in a little house
in Garfield Ridge

and my son goes
to junior college.

You think that if I came
into a million dollars,

I could sit on it for 15 years
and live like a monk?

- Hey, Schultz, I couldn't give
a good God about the money.

These are calls
Beckett made to your number.

Five of 'em.

He alibis out.

That means somebody else
is out there killing cops.

- Those calls were threats,
Hank.

I swear it.

He said I was next

if I didn't come clean
as to who took his money,

you or Alvin.

This guy Beckett
wants revenge, man.

He said he'd kill my kid
if I didn't find out.

Had Jace's dorm room number
and everything.

[tense music]

*

I'm telling you straight up.

I didn't know about the missing
million until a day ago.

- So you didn't think to call us

and clue us in that
you had made contact?

- With what Beckett was saying?
How could I trust you?

I sure didn't take his money.

*

So, Hank,
who do you suppose did?

*

- Hank.
- Don't.

[birds chirping]

[cell phone chimes]

- Okay.

I was 20.
Nicole was 19.

It was a summer of puppy love
that ended with

a $40 ring and six-pack of beer.

It was over before Halloween.

- Is that from Ruzek?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, see?
Nothing to worry about.

- Guess not.

Let me ask you a question.

- Good lord.

- Hey, what you said about Adam
really liking the trailer

more than the movie
got me thinking, okay?

So this is your fault.

- Burgess,
just give him the push test.

- What's that?

- Mention that maybe you guys

should push the wedding date
a year.

If he gives you a lip about it,

then he really
wants to get married.

If he agrees to push it,
then he doesn't.

Simple.

- Yeah.

- Hey, what's this?

Go, go, go, go.

[suspenseful music]

- Stop!
Chicago PD!

*

- Go right!

*

- [panting]

Oh, no.

[dog barking]

- This way.

[dog barking]

*

[dog barking]

- Roman.

*

- All right, I'm going in.

[dog barking]

Give me your hands!

- Aah!

Stop!

[both grunting]

Don't move!

[dog barking]

- Come on.

Get up.

- [grunting]

- Oh, I'm sorry about that.

[dog barking]

We know you helped
make pipe bombs

used to kill cops.

Hey, look at me.

Was it for this guy, Beckett?

- No.

- Are you sure?

[dark music]

Come on.

- Come on, come on.

- You need something?

- Hey...Mouse.

- What are you looking for?

- Just some history.

- You know there's a better way,
right?

- What do you mean?

- Hm.

See, I input
all the old paper transcripts

and ran OCR
so they're searchable now.

- Well, do you have
the grand jury stuff in there?

- Of course.

You can scroll through
by just running your finger.

Here are the testimonies.

- No, this isn't anything.

Do you have the wire in here?

- Mm-hmm.

There.

[tense music]

*

This way.

- See, there's a reference
here to wit.

- Whit.
Hm.

Whit, what's Whit?

A witness?

- Son of a bitch.

Whit was a guy
named Nathan Whitcomb.

- Nathan Whitcomb.

- He supposedly
worked for Beckett,

but we didn't have
anything on him.

Hey.
That's him.

Mouse, do you have
the original wire recordings?

- Well, I--I can get it.

- Call everybody.

Now.
- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

.

[dog barking in distance]

- You sure about this?

- Well, it's the only thing
that makes sense.

- All right, Nathan Whitcomb.

Don't let the nice house
fool you.

Hit it.

- Go.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Chicago PD!

- [shouting]

- Chicago PD! Put your hands
up where I can see them now!

- Don't move! Keep your hands
where I can see them!

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

- Ma'am, I want you to sit down
in the chair

and keep your hands
on the table.

- What is this?

- Your past catching up
with you.

Hm.

- A lawyer.
- Uh-huh.

- My lawyer.
- Right.

- Yeah.
I requested a lawyer.

- Hm.

- He should be here by now.
- No one's coming for you.

- Hey, look. I'd like a chance
to explain this whole thing out.

No, man, no.

I left for like 15 minutes
to get something to eat,

and like, an army of cops
were raiding the place.

They arrested Meachum,
Garrigus, and Wilpon.

- That's you.
- What'd they get?

- That's Beckett.
- 50 bricks, all the weapons.

Two mil in cash.
- Hm.

- All right, now, tell me
when I get off track, Whitcomb.

15 years ago,

we raided your stash house
and confiscated drugs, guns,

and one million in cash,

but you had stashed
another million

of Beckett's money
somewhere else.

Yeah?
I mean, we never found it.

And when it came time
to call the boss,

you said, "Hey, the full boat.

Two million has been
confiscated,"

and then waited
for Beckett to get busted.

He goes away to Stateville...

[laughs softly]

And you make off
with a million dollars

no one even knows is missing.

[laughs]
Besides Beckett.

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

- And now, 15 years later...

one cop is dead.

Another's facing IA charges,

all 'cause the chickens
came home to roost on your lie.

- You're making up lies.

You're covering your own ass.

[knocks]

- We got something else.

[dark music]

*

[door closes]

Bomb squad checked out
Olinsky's car.

There was a pipe bomb
tied to the door lock.

*

Prints on the bomb are a match
for the brothers

that Roman and Burgess
arrested today.

Guess who they say hired them?

*

- [grunts]

Oh.

- You hired kids to pack bombs?

Hm?

For my car?
For Voight's?

- It was Beckett's idea.

He's the one with the vendetta,
not me.

He's insane.
I just facilitated

what he wanted--oh!

You're right, you're right!

I took his money.

If he found out,
he'd kill me.

I don't want any of this, man.
I was out!

- But you were more than happy
to let him believe

that it was us, right?

- I wasn't thinking.

It was all Beckett's!

I swear to you!

[knock at door]
- Not now.

[tense music]

*

- So we're gonna need you.

- For what?

- Bait.

*

- You were gonna find out
anyway, so I'm coming clean.

[sighs]
Hey, listen, calm down.

Listen.

I got 200k in the bank
I can get my hands on.

[sighs]

Well, it's better than nothing.

I said it's better than nothing,
James.

[sighs]

I don't know.

I can sell the house
and come up with the rest

if...you give me a pass.

[tense music]

*

Good.

Good.

Where you want to meet?

*

Okay.

Yeah, I know where that is.

[stirring music]

*

- All right,
get ready, people.

*

- Got him.

- We're in position.

[tires squeal]

*

- Hank, he wants to run.

- Yeah, well, if he does,
you drop him.

*

- Go, go, go!

[suspenseful music]

*

.

[dramatic music]

*

- Oh, my God.

- Got something to say to me?

It's fake.

You set me up.

- Antonio,
they're one floor up.

- Beckett, the cops.

They're everywhere.

- [grunts]

- [grunting]

- I don't have a shot.

[both grunting]

- [panting]

- You ordered the murder
of a Chicago police officer?

- [grunts]

- Put a bomb in my car?

[dramatic music]

You try to kill my family?

I should've done this
15 years ago.

*

- Hank. Hank.
Hank, come on.

Hank!
Hank.

- You'll never see
the light of day again.

*

- Get up.

Let's go.

*

- It's not bad, huh?

[typing]

- Get rid of it.

It's not us, kid.

- All right.

- Al.
- Hey.

- You got a visitor.

- Hey.
Don't tell me.

You want some money.

- No, no.

Here.

Look, I'm far from Mrs. Fields,

but I made some cookies
that I hope you don't hate.

- Ah, okay.

- They're chocolate
peanut butter.

- Oh, my favorite.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Mine too.
- Mmm.

- Okay, well,
I am heading to the gym.

- Mm-hmm.
- Antonio has me

wearing ankle weights.

Says my footwork sucks.
- Ah.

- Yeah.

You gonna drop by later?

- I might.

- Yeah, you know,
I like it when you do.

[poignant music]

*

- Hey.

- Thanks again.
[laughs softly]

- Oh, yeah.

*

*

- Hi.
- Hello, Ace Ventura.

- Good one.
- Aww, come on, now.

If you think
you're gonna get mad at me,

you're barking up
the wrong tree.

- Keep it up, buddy.

- That was my last one.

- Good.

- 'Cause I wouldn't want
to end up in the dog house.

- Hey, I was thinking.

- Mm-hmm.

- I mean, this is in no way
related to anything other than,

you know, being practical.

I was thinking maybe we should
push our wedding date back.

- Hm.
How long?

- I don't know.
Like a year.

You know, make sure
we get everything right.

- Okay, totally.
Sure.

- You think so?

- Yeah, why not?

Why put a bunch of pressure
on it, you know what I mean?

Drive ourselves crazy.

Hey, I got to go grab
a couple more things,

then we take off?

- Yeah.
- All right, babe.

- Bye.

[somber music]

*

[sighs]

*

- [sighs]

*

- I've been saying it
for two years, doc.

Up-and-coming neighborhood.

Growth market.

And now look around.

What do you see?

[bar music playing]

- Well...kind of looks
the same to me, Herrm.

- [scoffs]

I see potential.

*

- Dr. Charles.

- Detective.

- Thanks, Herrmann.

- You got it, sweetheart.

All right.

- To the elephant.

- The one we eat a piece
at a time instead of whole.

- That's kind of how you get the
son of a bitch out of the room.

- [laughs]
- Right?

- Yeah.

*

We're celebrating.

- What are we celebrating?

- Hank is letting me
move back into my apartment.

He trusts me.

- Wow.
That's huge.

- Yeah.

I think he just wants
his bathroom back, but whatever.

- Well, you can do some serious
damage in a bathroom.

What?
I just meant you're messy.

Like, you're a messy person.

God.

Seriously, though,
this is good.

I was worried that hole you were
digging was gonna be too deep.

- I was lucky.

I had a lot of people
reaching in to pull me out.

[glasses clink]

- Alvin.

- Hank.

- Burgundy, right?

- That a...

that a peace offering?

- I'm in an apologetic mood.

[sighs]

[dark music]

Oh, man.

*

- We're always gonna
be paying for

the debts of the past,
aren't we?

- Yeah.

*

I guess we are.

Hm.

- You know something?

*

I'll do it for the rest
of my days if I have to.

No regrets.

*

- Amen.

- Amen.

*

[stirring music]

*

[wolf howls]