Original subtitles

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- Hey.

- Hey.

I gotta say, you run a very nice operation.

- Oh, come on, you've never got food catered to the district?

- Yeah, once.

This old man, he left his inheritance of $530

to the district, so we got Al's Beef for everybody.

- [laughs] Oh, gosh.

Being cops, I would hope

that you wouldn't have to pay for anything.

- Used to be that we didn't.

Now you get written up for taking a stick of gum.

- Lis, Brianna and Jay. - Hi.

- Listen, I just came from Chicago Med.

- We're having a boy.

- Oh, wow!

- Congratulations. Congrats. - That's amazing.

- Thanks, man. - Congrats.

- That's beautiful. Oh!

- Thank you.

- Wonderful.

- Thank you. You have kids?

- No, I haven't really found the time for that.

- Are you married?

- I haven't really found the time for that either.

- Well, you should find the time.

- I gotta steal him and do a bank run.

It was very nice meeting you.

- Yeah, yeah. - Congrats again.

- Thank you.

- I'll see you. - Bye.

- Hope Lissa didn't corner you about being a bachelor.

- No, it's all good.

- 263,000.

Let's roll.

Heath.

- Ma'am.

- Here.

You're the only one with the safety deposit box key.

I don't know what you're doing for dinner later,

but if you want, we can do Maestro's.

- Um, so I'm kind of--

- Jay. [chuckles]

It's just dinner.

I'm going through a complicated divorce,

so we can keep it simple.

[engine turns over]

- Playing "hard to get" with the boss lady, huh?

- All right, just concentrate on the road.

- Crazy, right?

Couple years ago, I was a DEA agent,

putting pot dealers in prison.

Now I'm driving their cash to the bank.

- For 100 bucks an hour. It's a brave new world.

- Do you know how many 12, 13-year-old corner boys

I've seen die over a dime bag?

In my opinion, the faster they legalize it, the better.

- I hear that.

[tires screeching]

- What the hell is this guy doing?

- Iowa plates. They must be lost.

- Let's just get to the bank.

Reverse! Reverse!

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful music]

*

Move! Move!

Terry, leave it! Leave it!

[gunfire continues]

*

Terry, no!

- Aah!

*

- Terry! Terry!

[groans]

It's gonna be okay.

Hold on, hold on, brother, hold on, hold on.

10-1! 10-1! This is Detective Jay Halstead.

I'm at Canal and Van Buren. We're taking heavy fire.

Shots fired! Shots fired! We got a man shot!

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Get up. Come on, come on.

*

Go, go, go.

[tires screeching]

*

- It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay. They're coming, okay?

- [groans] - Terry, stay with me.

Stay with me, stay with me.

- Not like this, brother.

- Hey, Terry, you're good, bro.

.

- He's still got a pulse, just get him to Med.

- Were you able to see a license plate on the truck?

- There's wasn't one. - Okay.

[tense music]

Now, what-- - Where the hell were you?

- I was pinned. My piece jammed.

- It jammed? How the hell does a DEA tough guy run and hide?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Huh? - Hey, Jake. Hey, easy, easy.

- Hey, I don't want to see your face again, do you understand?

- Easy!

*

Just calm down. - Well, he was--

he was ducking, man.

- I don't care about him. Are you okay?

*

- I'm fine. I mean, I hit him, but I'm fine.

- All right, just take a breath.

*

- Looks like they left behind a .40 caliber breadcrumb.

- I shot one of 'em. He must have dropped it.

- Yeah.

*

- Hey.

- I'll get this to the lab. - Yeah.

- I heard on the scanner.

- Erin, I'm okay. Is there word from Med on Terry?

- Not yet.

Come on.

- You're not taking me off this.

- I'm gonna do whatever I feel is right for this unit, Jay.

- This is Terry's blood.

I saw the guy who shot him.

You need me.

- [sighs]

Okay.

But anytime I tell you to sit on the sidelines,

you're gonna sit, you understand?

- My family warned me about getting into this business.

- You're a lawyer? - I am.

- Where'd you practice

before getting into the marijuana trade?

- Corporate law.

- Bit of an unconventional jump, wouldn't you say?

- I was under the impression you were investigating

a robbery, not me.

- We have to check every box.

- The federal government classifies marijuana

as a controlled substance,

so I don't have access to our country's banking system.

That's why every week, I deposit a quarter mil, cash,

into a safety deposit box at Chase,

so I really don't think I'm gonna steal it from myself.

- Who else knows the bank route?

- Just my security team, and since one of your own,

Jay Halstead, is in charge of that,

I think we can rule out that angle.

- We're gonna have to run background checks

on all of your employees.

- I already do that.

- We understand, but we haven't.

What about disgruntled employees?

- I pay three times the minimum wage to all of my workers.

- Hey. - Imagine a lot of the gangs...

- Got a call from Med.

Terry, he didn't make it.

Massive hemorrhaging.

[tense music]

*

Listen, man, why don't you take

some of those vacation days we never use?

*

Get your head right.

*

- [chuckles] I don't have one.

- [laughs] That's perfect.

That's hilarious. [laughs]

- It's not like, you know, I need to do it, right?

- You guys get anymore eyewitness statements

from the shooting?

- We gave everything to Detective Olinsky.

- Yeah.

- All right, well, you get anything else,

you run it upstairs.

- Okay.

Who put stripes on his sleeve?

- Oh, what shenanigans am I missing here on the playground?

- Uh, nothing.

Sean and I, we were just gonna follow up

on a burglary on Roosevelt, so.

- No, you are detailed to intelligence.

- Great, loaned out once again.

- You got a problem, Roman?

I got cars in the motor pool need washing.

- No. No, we're good, right?

- Right. - Yeah.

That's what I thought.

- Hey. I just heard about Terry.

- Yeah.

- I can't help but feel responsible

for what happened to him.

- You're not.

I am.

- Please tell Terry's wife

that I'll take care of all the funeral costs.

- He was a marine, so he'll get a military send-off.

- Okay.

- Jay, we got something off the gun.

- You should stay low until we find these guys,

just in case.

- Okay.

If there's anything I can do...

- I'm sure we'll have more questions.

- Thanks.

- I got the lab to do a rush order,

and they managed to pull a partial print off the clip

inside the .40 SIG that was left at the scene.

Now, it came up matching to a one Joseph "Joey" Ortiz.

- Ortiz? Yeah, he's a known member

of the Insane King lick crew. They don't sell drugs.

Their M.O. is to follow cartel mules

with large amounts of money after big drug deals,

then they rob 'em.

- Hm.

- Sound familiar, Jay?

- Yeah.

- Right, put out an investigative alert on Ortiz.

Have patrol saturate all known areas

him and his crew frequents.

So I gotta ask you.

You sleeping with this woman?

- Brianna? - Mm.

- No, and even if I was,

what would that have to do with anything?

- All right, one more time.

You sleeping with her?

[tense music]

- No.

*

- 2113 Squad, be advised we're on patrol in the area

of the investigative alert lodged by intelligence.

Can you hold us down?

- Copy that, 2113.

- No. - Okay.

[keys clacking]

Nothing? - No.

- [sighs]

- Whoa, back up.

- What is it? It's Ortiz's car.

- Roll back, keep eyes on it.

- Yeah.

- So, what's Ruzek's problem?

- I don't know. He's got a short fuse.

And he gets jealous.

- What's he got to be jealous of?

We're partners.

- Yeah, I know, right, that's what I'm saying.

Forget it.

J--no.

- That's him, that's Ortiz.

- 2113, be advised we are on-scene

and located our robbery offender.

Advise intelligence we'll throw an anchor down.

- Copy that, 2113.

[tense music]

- Get your guns on the front door.

Kevin, get the Chicago bar.

- Got it.

- Okay.

*

- [grunts]

- All right, go, go.

- [groaning] - Tell me!

- Chicago police! Drop it! Drop it!

Now, do it! Back away.

Back away! Turn around.

- Turn around. - Turn around!

- Clear. - Clear.

- What's good, big homie?

Come on, get down, get down. You too, bro.

Hands behind your head. - You're gonna wish

.

- Seems your pal you were slicing up

is too scared to talk. Who is he?

- Sasso. Mi primo.

- That's how you treat your cousin?

- Just settling a little family feud.

- What, you didn't want to give Sasso his cut from the robbery?

- You keep talking about some robbery I never heard of.

But 260 Gs?

Hell, I wish I had known about it first.

- .40 caliber with your prints was left at the scene.

That's some coincidence.

- Talk to Sasso. He's my alibi.

- [laughs softly] Your cousin you had

on the table, he's gonna cover for you?

- You understand, mijo.

We got our own way of dealing with family in Humboldt Park.

- Get up!

[both grunting]

We know how you make a living ripping off drug dealers.

Now you're looking at murder!

- Yo, I'm telling you, man!

- We got our own way of dealing with things too, mijo.

- [groans] All right.

All right!

[tense music]

I had a bag of guns stolen out of my car last week,

so somebody's gotta be trying to set me up!

- You're gonna tell me the truth.

- Jay.

*

You're gonna want to see this.

Turns out Ortiz's cousin Sasso is a runner for the cartels

and was gonna give Ortiz up for robbing their cash drop,

so it looks like Ortiz was just giving him

a gentle reminder to keep his mouth shut.

- Okay, so, I pulled this from a Zac's Beef parking lot

up on Clark and Ridge.

Now, if you look at the time code

on the actual footage,

it's just six minutes before Jay got lit up.

- I don't know, bro, I don't see Ortiz and his boys making it

from Ridge down to Van Buren in that kind of time.

- Ortiz still could have set it up.

- No, that .40 SIG was left there on purpose to mislead us.

- Well, the DNA from the blood splatter

at the robbery scene came back inconclusive,

doesn't match any offenders in the system,

and the '96 Chevy that was lit on fire,

pushed over the overpass,

stolen from a junkyard a week ago.

- We didn't get anything from the shell casings?

- No, all clean. No prints, every last one.

- All right, kick Ortiz.

- No, I'm not done talking to him.

- Well, he's not our guy, his cousin isn't gonna

press charges, so kick him.

- Jay, talk me through this route again.

- There's nothing to talk through.

We change it up every week.

- All right, what was last week's route?

- Al, man, we've been over this.

- Did you or your guys discuss the route with anyone else?

- For the tenth time, no.

- Well, they found out somehow, so someone must be talking.

- Or listening.

Hal, go down to your basement, dig up your old equipment.

I want you to sweep that dispensary.

- Sweep for bugs? We should be taking a harder run at Ortiz.

- Jay, take a step back or go home, it's your call.

*

- [breathing deeply]

[sniffs]

*

- Jay.

- Lissa, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

*

- You know, when Terry got back from his last tour,

he was no angel to deal with.

- Yeah, I know how that goes.

- It was so hard on him.

Booze, pills, and then even harder stuff.

His father and brothers tried, but I nursed him through it,

helped him find a therapist.

- It sounds like you really saved him.

*

- This came last week.

He got into the police academy.

To report next month.

[sobs]

- [chuckles] Terry, he...

he didn't even mention he took the exam.

- Maybe he was too proud to tell you

until it was official.

One thing I know, he really looked up to you,

said you went through a lot of the same things.

[sobbing]

*

- Do you mind if I keep this?

- I wouldn't know what else to do with it.

Oh.

[sobbing] Oh.

*

[car door closes]

- Is that a reel-to-reel recorder?

- Yeah, I worked Mayor Daley's protection detail

back in the day.

Swept his home and office for bugs once a week.

- I didn't know that.

Learn anything interesting?

- [chuckles]

How a city really runs.

- Al, have you seen Roman sniffing around Burgess lately?

- Well, they're partners.

I thought you two split up.

- Well, yeah, but I mean--

- So what do you care?

- What do I care?

Al, she was my fiancée not two seconds ago,

and it seems like she's moving on

a little fast, wouldn't you say?

- Listen, you gotta decide what kind of cop you want to be.

You want to chase tail, which is fine--

- Al, it's not tail. It's Kim.

- Listen, man, kid that I pulled out of the academy

and assigned to intelligence,

a unit that any young cop would give his right nut

to be a part of, needs to figure out his priorities.

- So what exactly are you looking for?

- RF signals, transmitters.

- Are you suggesting that someone

has hacked into my security system?

- Well, we gotta cover every angle.

- Hey, I found something.

- What? What'd you find?

- It's okay, I'm gonna show you. Follow me.

- I want to know, what is going on?

- Ma'am, I understand, with everything that's happening,

you're upset,

but I need you to keep quiet and follow me, please.

[dark music]

*

*

- Hey.

Come here.

Stay here, stay calm.

If the phone rings, just answer it.

Act natural. Okay? All right.

*

- Those bugs aren't cellular. They're older.

They run on radio frequency.

- So what does that mean?

- Means whoever's listening is within a two-block radius.

All right, I'll take north, you take south.

Keep your phone on.

- Yeah, you got it.

- All right.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Yo, man, what the hell?

*

- Al, I think I got something.

.

- Got serial numbers off the bugs we found

in Brianna's office.

Called all the spy shops in Chicago.

Guess who paid for 'em?

- Brianna's soon-to-be ex-husband, Jason Logan.

- Got his work address here. JMC Fittings on West Augusta.

- Go pick him up.

Hey, make sure he doesn't break anything.

- Yeah.

[tool whirring]

- Right there. - Thank you.

[whirring]

- Can I help you?

- We need to talk.

- I had nothing to do with Brianna's dispensary

being robbed.

- The dispensary wasn't robbed. The cash drop

I was in charge of was, and a man died.

- You think I'd pull an armed robbery

for over 1/4 mil and show back up here for shift?

- We know you're suing her for alimony

in your divorce settlement.

- I admit, there's no love lost between me and Brianna.

I mean, the whole idea for that dispensary was mine.

- Oh, okay, so you think you got squeezed out of a business deal

that would've put you in a much higher tax bracket?

- Maybe that's why you bought the bugs

that we found in Brianna's office.

That's illegal wire tapping.

More importantly, that means you heard

our cash drop routes to the bank,

So along with your partners in crime,

you're looking at a homicide.

- Whoa, I didn't bug her office.

I hired a P.I. to help me with the alimony case.

He's the one who's watching Brianna,

to get her to pay up for sexual abandonment.

- For sexual what?

- Abandonment.

I wanted her bugged 'cause I knew she was cheating on me.

- So this P.I., he's monitoring the calls?

- Listen... [scoffs]

I maxed out my credit cards 'cause he promised me

I'd get a better settlement if he found dirt on her.

- We're gonna need the name of this P.I.

- And until that checks out, we're detaining you

down at the station. Get up.

You got cuffs? - Right here.

- Put your hands behind your back.

Thanks, Jay. - Yeah.

- Your first name is Jay? Jay Halstead?

- Yeah, why?

- Heard too many times on the tapes

how Brianna wants to screw you.

[tense music]

*

- Let's go.

*

This is Frank Amerson,

he's 51, he used to work as a bail bondsman.

Now he's a P.I. making his bones spying on cheating spouses.

- You know, I read that something like 73% of men

mess around on their wives.

- Where'd you read that?

- "Playboy." - [laughs softly]

- They took out the centerfold, right? What's the point?

- Look, my point is, Amerson lives in Oak Park,

makes a good living destroying marriages,

I mean, why get into armed robbery?

- I've seen a 65-year-old woman killed

over a $2 lotto scratcher.

We're talking six figures here.

- Yeah, we need to grab him up.

- I think we should take a breath,

do our own counter-surveillance, see if we can make

a concrete connection to this robbery.

- Look, I can be up on his phone in, like, two minutes.

- Right, won't take long.

Antonio, you and Ruzek, get eyes on this Sam Spade.

[indistinct play-by-play]

[approaching footsteps]

- You got anything yet?

- No, just... [bottles clinking]

A couple of calls from some lady who thinks her husband

is actually cheating on her...

with her own sister. [bottle opens]

And the Hawks are down by two

with six minutes to go.

- [sighs]

- So...there's that.

- [sighs]

- That robbery is-- it's pretty crazy, huh?

Bet it brought back some memories.

- Mouse, I'm good.

- That fireworks show you guys put on, it's all over the news.

- Yo, it's Amerson.

[keys clacking]

- Well, things went as planned.

- Planned? You know I almost got caught last night,

listening to see what the cops knew

at her dispensary?

- Hey, I'll-- I'll call you back.

- I want my cut.

- You'll get yours.

- Let's call Voight. - Yeah.

[tense music]

*

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- Who are you?

- Why so jumpy, Frank?

- I'm watching a husband.

I get made, you never know how they're gonna react.

I got a concealed permit for that.

- All right, fantastic, we'll figure that out

down at the district.

- Why don't you step out of the car?

- You know I almost got caught last night,

listening to see what the cops knew

at her dispensary?

- Hey, I'll-- I'll call you back.

- Hmm.

Sounds like you need protection

from the guy on the other end of that call.

- [laughs and clears throat] I want a lawyer.

- Glad to call one.

By the time he gets here, you'll be looking at homicide charges.

- [laughs]

- You were hired by Brianna's ex-husband

to help his divorce settlement,

so, you illegally plant listening devices in her office,

but instead of scandalous gossip to help his case,

you overhear how much cash Brianna's moving

and you think, "Hot damn, I've won the lottery."

- Now the guy you sold the score to is icing you out.

- [scoffs]

[clears throat]

Uh, If I tell you, I want protection.

- You give us the guy on the other end of that call,

I'll rig something up with the State's Attorney.

- Ahem.

Uh, guy I tracked down years ago...

when I was a bondsman. Collin Briggs.

I sold him the score for 20% of the cash.

- That wasn't so hard, was it?

- [scoffs]

- Who are the others in his crew?

- I don't know any others in the crew.

I just know that Briggs put the crew together.

- Okay.

Call Briggs, tell him you need to meet,

and if he doesn't show up with your cut,

you'll go to the police.

- Or you're facing murder charges.

Come on.

- [sighs]

- Collin Briggs.

He's done time for manslaughter, aggravated robbery.

According to an FBI database, he was kicked out

of an anti-government militia in Indiana.

- Recognize him, Jay?

- Not off the screen.

[tense music]

- Come on, I'm freezing out here.

- How about you just think warm thoughts?

[train horn blaring]

*

Our target has arrived.

[train passing overhead]

- How ya doing, Frank?

Nice night.

- Uh, yeah. You got my cut?

- You like trains?

[laughs]

*

- What is Briggs doing? Should we move in?

- Negative. Wait till we see the money

or they talk about the robbery.

- Hear that clatter?

Reminds me of prison gates being shut.

[train passing overhead]

- You got my 50K or not?

- [laughs]

Sure.

It's in the trunk.

*

- [screams]

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

*

[siren blaring]

*

- Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

Do it, now!

*

- You got it? - Yeah.

Put your hands behind your back.

*

Get up. - Trunk.

- Let me outta here!

- Easy, easy!

You all right?

.

[dark music]

- It wasn't you,

but a guy on your crew killed my friend.

*

He had a baby boy on the way.

- We all need some pain in our life.

- [exhales]

I'm gonna testify against you at your trial.

I'm gonna make your life a living hell.

- Inside a cage or on the street,

I'm doing time wherever I stand.

I'll never rat,

so how about you just go get my jungle juice

and bologna sandwich ready in my holding cell?

Think you can manage that, pretty boy?

- It's kind of funny, the only reason I'm here

is to keep him from getting to you.

I'm standing over there thinking about what the hell

I'd do to you if you talked to me like that.

If there's one thing I hate...

[lock unlatches] It's a hypocrite.

You got five minutes.

*

- Take off these cuffs, let's see.

- Hey, we found them-- rest of the crew.

*

- Yo, you might want to hear this.

So the car that Collin Briggs was driving

belongs to 61-year-old Jacob Seeley.

He lives in Will County, has a house right outside of Joliet.

- And I did a search, figuring the car was stolen,

but it wasn't reported,

and guess who Jacob Seeley's the father of?

- Brendan Seeley.

He did a stretch in Pontiac

for a string of strong-armed robberies

where he used a hammer.

Guess who his cellmate was? Collin Briggs.

- These are the Seeley brothers.

Both have priors for weapons violations

in Joliet.

*

- That's him.

That's the guy that killed Terry.

- Looks like we got our crew.

- Want me to call Will County Sheriff?

- Tell 'em we're on our way.

*

- That's the truck.

*

- You do anything stupid, that hole will be for two.

- Step towards me, step towards me.

Slowly, nice and slow.

- I tried saving him.

He just kept bleeding. - Shh.

Where are the others? Where's Brendan?

- Inside sleeping.

- Antonio, cuff him, get him outta here.

Keep your ass down.

[tense music]

*

[floor creaking]

*

- Give me a reason.

*

[glass breaking]

[suspenseful music]

[dogs barking]

- Police! Stop!

.

[tense music]

*

- [grunting]

*

[both grunting]

*

- [grunts]

[screams]

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[choking]

[choking]

[coughs]

[groans]

- I guess I'll call an ambo.

*

- [gasping]

- Yeah, take your time.

- [coughing]

*

- Jay.

- We recovered your money,

minus about ten grand

that Briggs and his crew burned through.

- I don't care about the money. I'm just glad you're okay.

And the guy that shot Terry? Did you get him?

- Where he's going, he's never gonna see the sun again.

- Good. Terry's wife...

whatever she needs, any medical expenses

around the baby, I'll take care of it.

- That's great. She'll really appreciate that.

- Um, hey, so...

that dinner at Maestro's, it still stands, the offer.

Could use somebody to talk to.

- I'm have somebody waiting for me.

- Oh.

Well, she's a very lucky girl.

- You're gonna need this. I'm gonna get you the names

of a couple really solid cops-- guys that need the extra money.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Hey, if you change your mind,

my door is always open.

[stirring music]

*

- A time to remain silent and a time to speak.

*

There is comfort in the memories

of how Terry Egan impacted our lives.

He was a son, a husband,

a friend, and a marine.

*

- So I'm using my belt as a tourniquet

on this poor Marine's arm

where his brachial artery was severed by a sniper round,

and I'm twisting as hard as I can to staunch blood

and he's throwing up all over me,

so I say, "Grunt, I'm trying to save your life here.

- [chuckles] - [scoffs]

- Anyway, that was a typical day in Kandahar.

- Mm.

Well, me and Jay, we was in Korengal.

There was not a day--

day went by without a firefight.

- Yeah.

- The thing is...

firefights never scared me.

[bar music playing]

It was coming home.

Having to look into the faces of the wives and the families...

of the guys that didn't make it back.

I gotta go, guys. [clears throat]

- Later.

[knocking at the door]

- Yeah, come in.

- Um, I just wanted to come in...

and say thank you for keeping me on the case.

- Well, right now, you're gonna take a week's medical leave.

- I appreciate it, but I'm fine, really.

- It's not open to discussion.

- [sighs] Thanks.

- Hey, I been meaning to tell you...

I'm lucky to have you in my unit.

[tense music]

*

*

- [sobbing]

*