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[tires squealing]

- Get back!
Move back!

- We just got here.

Dispatch relayed
the witness heard screams

and multiple shots.

- Store's quiet.
No gunshots since we got here.

No movement,
no sign of hostages.

Shooter might still be inside.

- Thanks.

Move in!
Stack it up.

- Clear.
- Clear.

- No.

- Whatever's up there,
he died protecting it.

Clear.

[women screaming]
- Chicago police!

I need to see everyone's hands!

- Please!
Please don't shoot us!

Don't shoot us!
- Are you okay?

Is everybody okay?

- Is he gone?

- Who's he?
- I don't know.

- Who's he?
Hey, come on out of there.

Come on out of there.
It's okay, guys.

It's okay.
- Gunshot wound!

- 5021 Emergency.
- Go ahead, 5021.

- Easy, easy.

- We responded to that call
of shots fired.

- You're okay.

- Need you to roll ambulances
to 1950 South Throop.

Multiple victims
of gunshot wounds.

- Look at me, look at me.

- Plain clothes officers
are on the scene.

We'll put out a flash message
as soon as we can.

- You're okay,
you're gonna be okay.

- Sarge, offender's in the wind.
We got patrol looking for him.

- Copy that.
- Oh, my God.

Jess! Jess!

- Do you have
a first aid kit here?

- I don't.

- Find one or get me
some towels.

- Yes, okay.
- What the hell is this place?

- It's a battered woman's
shelter.

Secret location.

- Yeah, not so secret.
- Hold on.

- [rasping and whimpering]

.

- What can you tell me
about Jess?

How long has she been here?

- She runs it.
Is she gonna be okay?

- We don't know yet.

- She's strong.

She's the strongest woman
I know.

- That'll help.

- Oh, God, is that Edwin?

- I'm so sorry.

- How could this happen?
[sobs]

- Listen, none of this
is your fault.

Not yours or any of the women
who were seeking safety here,

you understand that?

When I tell you that
we are gonna find the person

who did this and put him away
forever, I mean it.

Did you see who did this?

- Just for, like,
a split second.

White guy, average height.

Um, he was fit,
kinda muscular.

He had his hat pulled down,
so I didn't see his face.

- Okay.

Thank you.
- Come on.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- The shelter's unaffiliated
with any city services.

Got nine women, three children
living here.

- Well, three of those women
fled when the gunmen opened up.

They're still unaccounted for.

So everyone here needs to be
interviewed and identified.

- All right.
- Let's hit it.

- Need to ask you
a couple questions.

So, ma'am, can you tell us
the names of the women

who ran away
when this all started?

- I don't know names.

Jess, she said
everything's confidential.

First name's okay, but keep
everything else to yourself.

- Okay.

Can you talk to us
about what happened?

- I was asleep.

I heard gunshots.

Thought I was having
a nightmare, you know?

Then another shot, louder.

I grabbed Darrion
and hid under the bed.

He was scared half to death.

We just closed our eyes
and started praying.

Poor Jess and Edwin.

- All right, let's get you
with family services, come on.

- Got reps from the bureau

of domestic violence prevention
en route.

They've got placements for all
the women and the families here.

- Good job.

- According
to CPD Special Victims,

Jess Saxon takes on
the most extreme cases,

no questions asked.

- Yeah doing a job that must
make a lot of enemies.

- Exactly.

She's still in surgery
at Chicago Med.

No indication of when we're
gonna be able to talk to her,

but Sharon Goodwin
says we will be alerted

as soon as she is in recovery.

Sergeant Platt
already has a protective detail

on her room at the hospital.

- So, the three missing
witnesses.

No logs?
No contact cards at the shelter?

- We recovered a laptop,
but nothing--nothing useful.

- Lady from the shelter said

that Jess wanted everybody
to stay anonymous, so.

- There is a camera
at the rear of the building.

Footage is stored offsite
by a private company.

Judge just signed a warrant,

so we should have it
in about an hour.

- Jess Saxon has an ex with a
laundry list of violent priors.

Jarrod Ganek.
Broke her jaw two years ago.

- Look at this jagoff.

- Yeah, he recently did
30 days in county

for violating
a restraining order against her.

He was released from
Division Six a couple weeks ago.

- Start there.
- I'm gonna go with you.

- No.
You and Al.

Your adrenaline
needs to drop a little.

- That was scary.

- I mean, those poor women.

How're they gonna believe it

when someone tells them
they're safe?

- They won't, not after that,
not for a long time.

- You two.
Over here.

- Okay, how can we be
of service, sergeant?

- You see that guy over there?

Robbery victim.
Kent Kosar.

You're gonna love him.

- Home phone.

- Can't you just call me
on my cell?

- Okay.
Leave that one blank.

Uh, location of the robbery?

- Shangri-La motel,
but it is not what you think.

- Wait, let me guess.

You took a hooker to a motel
and she robbed you?

- What?
No, we matched on Kasuall.

- I don't know what that means.

- It's a dating app.
Short-term dating.

Kasuall with a "K."

- Keep things casual,
that's what they promise.

Her profile said she was
looking for something NSA.

- No strings attached.
- Yeah, I got that.

- And then what happened?

- You swipe diagonal.

That means, "Let's hook up."
She texts me her address.

I go over there,
lights are out.

A real nice time, right?
Wrong.

Dude comes outta nowhere,
puts a knife to my throat.

Big, huge,
definitely a dude.

- Okay, you got the hair color,
the eye color?

- I already told you
the lights were off.

- Okay, just show me
the profile.

- She--he already erased it.
It's gone.

The name was Spanish.
Carmela, something like that.

Look, I-I don't care about
my wallet.

I just need you to get
my wedding ring back.

- Of course.

- My wife, she had had
back surgery six month ago--

- Yeah, no, no, no, no,
we don't need that part.

- Yeah, we'll look into this,
sir, all right?

Now keep your phone on.
That's all.

- I signed up for it,
like, four months ago.

Out of curiosity.

I never hooked up
or anything.

- Okay.

[vehicle beeps]

- That's him.

Jarrod Ganek.

We need to talk to you about
your ex-wife.

- What'd she say?
- What would she say?

- I don't know and I don't care.

I go to talk to her about money
she owes me after the divorce.

That's it, and I get arrested.

Haven't been within
a million feet of her since.

So if she's saying different,
she can kiss my ass.

- Where were you this morning?

- Why?
- Answer the question.

- I'm not answering a damn thing

until you tell me
what this is about.

- Why don't you take
a step back there, Jarrod?

- I got up at 6:30, after that,
Go Go Donuts, then here.

That's it.
Okay?

So now how 'bout you tell me
what this is about?

- Well, Jess is in the ICU
with a bullet inside her ribs.

- Wait--
w-what?

- We're gonna need
the address of the donut joint

or dig up the receipt.

And you better find somebody
that can verify

when and where you were at.

- Is she gonna be okay?

- What do you care?

- Ganek's alibi held.

Supervisor and a handful
of coworkers confirmed

he was on the clock
during the shooting.

- And we've been digging through
his financials,

just to see if he hired anyone,

and the guy doesn't have
two nickels to rub together.

- You like him for it?

- Once a wife beater,
always a wife beater.

- So Ganek stays on the board,

but we drill down
on the other suspects.

- It's a long list, Sarge.

Lot of men
with a lot of grudges.

- Hey, boss,
we got the security footage.

This is the loading dock
behind the store, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ooh.

- All right,
there's more.

This is two minutes later.

- Back it up.

- Who the hell is that?

[phone rings]

- Detective Lindsay.

Yeah, send her up.

One of the women

who fled the shelter
this morning's downstairs.

- I heard gunshots.

And screaming.

So I opened my door
and I looked out.

I saw the back of this man.

He was pointing a gun at Jess.

She had her hands up.
She was--

She was trying to stop him from,
I guess...

shooting one of the women
at the shelter.

I looked over Jess's shoulder
and I saw it was Val.

She was, like...

She was, like, curled up,
crying.

- Can you tell us anything
about the shooter?

- He was tall, white.

He had a ball cap.
It didn't have a logo on it.

I think he had a beard,
but I'm not sure.

- You ever seen him before?

Do you know Val's last name?

- [sniffs]

No, Jess didn't like us
using last names.

Is Jess gonna be all right?

- She's hanging in there.

- Clarissa, can you--

can you describe Val for us?

- Brown hair.
My height.

Brown eyes.
Thin.

She went to school
in St. John, Indiana.

I think--I think
she played soccer.

- Okay.

- I pulled the virtual yearbooks

for both high schools
in St. John, Indiana.

Now if this girl's about 27,

that means she graduated
about 2007.

- Sounds about right.

- Problem is that there are
no girls named Val or Valerie

on either the JV
or varsity soccer teams.

But I tried the next town over.

One high school.

And...two Valeries.

- Great.
Give me a printout on both.

- You got it.

- Okay.

- That's her.
That's Val.

- Great.

You've been really helpful.

Do you have anywhere to go?

No family in the area
or anything, right?

- Not since I left my husband.
I'm not gonna call him.

- Of course.

Don't worry.
I'll get you taken care of.

Thank you.

- Valerie Holt.

She was our target
at the shelter.

She's got a file
with Special Victims

that names her live-in
boyfriend, Reed Danzig,

as the abuser.

- Danzig beat her
with a blunt object.

Responding officers reported
he was not on scene.

A warrant was issued
for his arrest

and Valerie got an order
of protection against him.

- All right, Mouse,
what do you got?

- Looks like he's got
a pretty deep sheet.

Possession, aggravated assault,

and domestic battery
to his mother.

- That was
the 34th Tactical Team.

They've been looking for Danzig
for an outstanding warrant

for the domestic battery
and failure to appear.

They, uh, already checked
his addresses.

They can't find him.
- Hey, hold on.

The last three times
Danzig was arrested,

he was bonded out
by a Matthew Markum.

Markum's another valedictorian.

He's got felony possession
of drugs, battery.

- And an address.
Everybody, gear up.

- Yep.

- Got at least one down.

- Get it.

- Clear!
- Sarge.

- Got it.

- We got dope.

- I see it.

- Body.

- Guy on the floor,
that's Matthew Markum.

- No sign of Valerie.

I counted 1/2 dozen shell
casings for a Sig .357,

just like at the shelter.

- Medford, you got an idea
on time of death?

- Body temp
suggests two hours tops.

- Whoever kidnapped Val
came here after the shelter.

- Hey, got a hammer
that we found in the bathtub

that was used
to bludgeon Danzig.

Can you get that
over to the crime lab,

put a rush order on it, please?

- Looks like they were breaking
down a load of heroin.

- Then why snatch Valerie?

- Trojan Horse.

No sign of forced entry.

Danzig opened the door
for his girlfriend,

shooter pushes past,
rips him off.

- Then she might have outlived
her purpose.

- Check this.

Neighbors say they saw two cars
leaving this place

and one of them was a BMW.

Now when I ran Danzig earlier,

I noticed that he owned
a late model Beemer.

- Huh.
Well, maybe she was in on it?

- All right, tap your CIs.

This is gonna lead us
to Val's kidnapper.

- What's up, Freddie?

- Hey.

- Reed Danzig.

- I heard he came
into some serious weight.

- I already knew that.

- Did you know
he was dumping it cheap?

Which means he probably
stole the load.

In fact, as I see it, that's for
sure what had to happen, right?

I mean, small time charlie
like himself,

ain't no way
he got a couple kilos legit.

Man, are you
kidding me, man?

- There's a girl that's mixed up
in this, Freddie.

She might not live long
if we don't get to her quick.

You feel me?

Now come on.

- Danzig hangs out at this place
near River North

called Club Volume
damn near every night.

That's all I know on the guy.

- Look at me.

You get the rest
if this pans out.

- Yo, are you--are you serious?
You funny, huh?

- Yep, that's Danzig.

- Does Danzig have a beef
with anyone?

- Yeah, me.

I had him blackballed for
knocking his girlfriend around.

- Her?

- Yeah, that's her.

Val, something like that.
Punching bag type.

- "Punching bag type"?

- Yeah, you know.
- No, I don't know.

- More than once I saw her
catch the back of Danzig's hand.

Led me to believe
she got off on it somehow.

- She got off on it so--
She got off on it?

- Does Danzig come here often?

- A lot.

- Is he mixed up
with any dealers?

- Reed was pretty tight
with this guy,

Billy Shaw, nicknamed Pac Man.

Him I kicked out too.

Trying to sell coke
in the VIP room.

Now, are we done here?

- [scoffs]

- Pulled up everything we had
on Billy "Pac Man" Shaw.

Guy just beat
a manslaughter charge

after running over
a rival dealer

in a Taco Bell parking lot.

Here's the problem.

Silvar from Narcotics
just called.

He hasn't left the house.
He's no good for the murders.

Certainly didn't abduct Valerie.

- Okay, thank you.

That was Chicago Med.

Jess Saxon just got out
of surgery.

- Run code.
Go with.

- Sarge, we think that guy,
Kent Kosar,

was targeted through
a dating app.

- You get this over
to Area Central?

- Yeah, we just came from there.

Detectives Lopez and Lillard
said add it to their pile.

- Great, so add it.

- Pile's this high.

- Yeah, we want
to try something.

Go on the app, put in a profile
similar to Kosar's.

Catfish the catfisher.

- Is that a Dr. Seuss book?

- No...what--
No.

Look, we--we checked.

There are two other cases this
month with similar complaints

with MOs using the same dating
app, Kasuall with a "K."

Spanish name,
profile gets erased.

We'll draw them out.

Maybe Sean and I will get lucky.

- That didn't mean
what it sounded like.

- Yeah.

- Okay, run with it.

- So we removed the bullet and
managed to stop the bleeding,

but she's got a long road ahead.

- Thanks, doc.

- If you guys had been
five minutes later,

she would have bled out.

- My mother tried
to talk me out of it.

She called me
Don Quixote.

But I couldn't let what happened
to me happen to others.

I just couldn't.

- It was a brave thing
that you did for those women.

A noble thing.

- [whimpers]

Is Valerie still out there?

- Yeah.

- When she came in,

she was broken,

scared of her own shadow.

The man who did this,

the man who shot me,

he knew her name.

- We think she got away
or he let her go.

- [whimpering]

[sobs]

- Hey.

You are okay.

- [crying]

- You did nothing wrong.

- Do you have any idea
where Valerie might be?

Anything that could help us?

- Did you find my safe?

- At the shelter?

- When the women arrive, they
give me what they came in with.

Anything that can remind them of
what they're hiding from,

or...what they're fighting for.

- They name parks and streets
after politicians in this city.

Women like that
are the real heroes

and nobody ever knows
their names.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- All right,
I'll call Voight.

- Got it.

- What's this?

- Valerie has a son?
- How'd we miss that?

- Things are moving fast.

Different last name?

- Or he's deceased.
Here's a prayer card.

In loving memory of...

- Mouse, is there a cemetery
in West Chesterfield

where Danzig's car was dumped?

- [crying quietly]

- Valerie Holt?

- [sniffs]

.

- After he--

After he killed
Reed and Matthew,

he got a phone call.

I grabbed the keys
and I just ran out the back.

- Who is he?

- I don't know, I swear.

- The police officers
that picked you up

said you told them
that this was your fault.

- I...

He made me knock on the door

and stand in front
of the peephole.

And when Reed answered the door,
I tried to scream, but--

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I don't--
I don't--

I don't know how I got here.
I'm not this person.

I've just been on a slide.

- Ever since you lost your son?

- Yes.

I guess I just gave up.

I stopped caring about what
happened to me and sometimes...

sometimes I think these things
I've gone through,

I think it's--
think it's punishment,

like I deserve it.

- I know what you mean.
- No, you don't, you haven't...

- I was in a shelter

just like the one you were in
for three months.

I was 11.

And my mom was...

She was never very good
at taking care of herself.

Always on something,
always with a guy who hit her,

and I thought it was my fault.

I thought I didn't
support her enough.

- But you came through it.

- Let us help you, Val.

Okay?

Talk to me about
how this all got started.

- Reed and I were hanging out
at this club.

He told me he was gonna steal
the owner's stash of dope

and I said
that was crazy stupid,

but he wouldn't listen to me.

I told him that I was gonna
tell them what he was gonna do,

thinking that maybe
he would stop this insane plan,

but he got so mad, he hit me.

He k-kept hitting me.

I went to the shelter
after that.

- And Reed stole the drugs.

- The guy who got me
at the shelter,

I don't know his name,

but I've seen him at the club.

- What club?

- Volume on La Salle.

I've seen him talking
to the owner,

this guy named Martin Ainge.

- So Martin gets ripped off

and he sends this guy
to grab you this morning.

- He didn't know
where Reed lived.

But he knew where to find me.

- Martin Ainge, club owner
at Volume in River North

and apparent drug trafficker.

Didn't take kindly
to being ripped off,

so he unleashed the wrath of God
to get even.

- That name Ainge gave us

when we first interviewed him,
Pac Man,

just a wank to get us
to chase our tail.

- Clearly.

- Get Ainge in here.

- Oh, God, I mean,

this is depressing
and desperate and lonely.

- Check this out.
- Yeah?

- I know that face.
- How?

- I read "Sports Illustrated,"
that's how.

She's a swimsuit model
from Brazil.

Her name's Esperanza Ricupero,

and she's definitely
not luring guys

to the Wildflower Motel
in Chicago under a false name.

Check this out.
- What?

- NSA.

No strings--
- Yeah, no, I got it.

Now what?

- Now we wait.

- You ever eat tickets?

- Yeah, for what?

- No, you're gonna laugh at me.

- No, I won't.
- Yes, you will.

Fine, it's--
it's Shakespeare in the Dark.

It's, like, a medley
of his comedies.

It's put together and, like,
you're in a--sort of--

- Good lord.

- I had a fiancé
when I bought the tickets.

- This is getting sadder
by the minute, Burgess.

- Is it any sadder
than you being on this site

looking for no strings
attached hookups,

and don't tell me
you never followed through.

- Apps like these
are a public service.

Relationships have
an expiration date.

You and Ruzek,
there's an argument to be made

for keeping things casual
with a "K."

And for your information,
Burgess,

I have never hooked up on this.

Wait, they hit me back.

We're in business.

[engine turning over]

- You seem like
a reasonable man, Mr. Ainge.

- Well, I like to think so.

Which is why I'm here
without my attorney.

That and I don't have
to pay the $500 retainer fee.

How 'bout you guys?
You guys reasonable?

- Absolutely.

- Then to quote Ezra Pound,

"Let there be commerce
between us."

- Okay, we've been dealing

with a couple different
parts of an investigation.

Spokes, I guess you'd call 'em.

Where they all lead to
is your club,

which makes that the hub.

- Okay.

- Reed Danzig ever rip you off,
Mr. Ainge?

- Not that I know of.

- We've got a pretty reliable
source says that he did.

- Guys, I am legit.

I'm good friends
with the commander

of the 37th district,
Eric O'Quinn.

Give him a call.
He will definitely vouch for me.

I sponsor two holes
at his annual golf benefit.

He runs his promotion parties
out of my club.

- Where are you from?
- Atlantic City, why?

- What brought you to Chicago?

- Opportunity.

- See these three men?

They're all dead.

Markum, Danzig, they're from
your side of the street,

so I don't really care about
that, but this man...

That's Edwin Sanders.

He died protecting innocent
women and children at a shelter.

Six people are gonna be
carrying his casket.

Four of 'em will be
his own children.

There's a woman
fighting for her life

at an area hospital
for doing the same.

These are some of the spokes

Detective Dawson
was talking about.

And it leads to you.

Not your club,
you understand?

It leads to you.

I have no doubt in my mind.

So you want to keep
doing business in this town,

give us the name that is on the
tip of your tongue right now.

- I think you've been dealing
with too many

of those women
at that shelter, Detective.

- Okay.

Why don't you explain that
to me?

- They like
to get pushed around.

I don't.

- I don't think you really know

what getting pushed around is,
Martin.

- Call my attorney.

Unless I'm being arrested.

- We'll be seeing you around.

- Jay.

Crime techs were able to get
a fingerprint off the handle

of the hammer used
to cave in Danzig's head.

We got a match.
- Who is it?

Do you want to explain to me

why we just found
your fingerprints

.

- You are gonna get straight
with me, Valerie, right now.

- I didn't do it.

I couldn't.
- Your prints are on the hammer.

- He handed it to me.

He had Reed on his knees
in the bathroom

and he handed me the hammer
and he said to do it.

He said to hit him,
but I didn't.

He put a gun to my head

and said he would kill me too,
but I still couldn't do it.

- Valerie--

- I wanted to.

After everything Reed's
ever done to me, I wanted to.

But I didn't.

I didn't do it.

I didn't even raise my hand.
I couldn't.

He laughed.

He snatched the hammer back
from me, and he just started...

whacking the back
of Reed's head.

He was wearing gloves.

He took the hammer from me.
That's the truth.

And then he made me
get on my knees.

And I thought for sure
he was gonna kill me too.

But he got a phone call.

Ainge, probably.

I had seen Reed's keys
by the front door.

My heart started
beating out of my chest,

and I knew I had, like,
a second to make a move,

and I just--I just grabbed
the keys and I ran.

- Okay.

But you didn't go
to the police.

Why?

- I knew they were gonna
find me eventually anyway.

So I drove to Brady's gravesite.

If I was gonna die,
I wanted to die with him.

- CPD.
Get out of here.

[knocks on door]

- Francesca?

- [in a falsetto]
Come in.

- Is this Francesca?

- Yes.
Mike?

- Yeah, it's me.

- Come in.

- It's locked.

- Ah!
- Let me see your hands!

- Son of a bitch!
- Don't move!

- Ah!
- What's your name?

- I didn't do anything.
- What's your name?

- This is assault.

I'm just minding
my own business.

- All right, turn over.
Come on.

Give me your other hand.

- It's real interesting,
Francesca.

You didn't have time to delete
the profile yet, huh?

- Come on, big girl.

Come on, let's get up.

- [grunts]
- Come on.

- These are the male employees
working for Ainge

and we've extended it
to vendors and supplies.

- Yeah, we hit off four.

- Burglary.

This guy's a car thief.

He's got assaults, but looks
like your typical bouncer sheet.

This one though,
he's interesting.

Greg Sutton.

He was hired as a booze provider
for the club,

although his company name
appears to be fictitious

and there's absolutely
no invoices

with his product being delivered
to the establishment.

- Payout.

- Look at his record.
Misdemeanor, possession.

Felony intent to distribute.

And five years ago,
strong-arm robbery.

He beat a truck driver
half to death with a tire iron.

Back of the head,
just like Danzig.

- That's him.

I swear to God
I'm telling the truth.

- All right.

Number three.

- Anything?

- Jeep's here.
Engine's still warm.

- Take it.

- Greg Sutton!
Chicago PD.

- Go.

- Chicago Police!

- Hold those stairs up.

.

[gunshots]

- You guys okay?
- Yeah, it's safe.

Cover the stairs.

Ready?

[gunshots]

- [grunts]

- Your team searched
his nightclub and his condo

and you failed
to uncover anything

linking Martin Ainge
to these murders, am I right?

- That's right.

- You found the killer.

His weapon matched
the shootings at the shelter

and at Markum's loft.

- We know that Ainge
is behind the whole thing.

- Well, that's
a very compelling allegation,

but I'm sorry, I'm not
prosecuting based on this.

- So what?

Ainge gets to go back to club
life like nothing ever happened?

- No.
He doesn't.

[R&B music]

[indistinct chatter]

*

- I already told you.

If you have any further
questions, call my attorney.

- Give us a little privacy,
please.

Thank you.

You too.
Take a walk.

- Well, now, there you did it.

You stepped right
into a harassment lawsuit.

As of right now,

I am going to own
your pissant pension.

- Huh.

What did I just say?

- Okay, okay.
Let's--let's take it easy, huh?

- You know,

every once in a while,

a worm like you slips the hook.

You know,
State's Attorney says

there's not enough evidence
to prosecute.

So, you know,
some patsy takes the fall.

Worse, he ends up dead,
that sort of thing.

Me and my unit end up muzzled,
even though we know who did it.

Hmm?

I was thinking about something.

See, a long time ago,
they told me,

those little statues of Justice
are blindfolded so she can...

What is it?

So she can remain impartial.

You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking I'm glad
she's blindfolded, 'cause...

there are times...

I gotta do things
she wouldn't want to see.

- You want to work something
out, we can work something out.

- Listen.

Go back to Atlantic City, Ainge.

You got 24 hours, and trust me,

I'll come looking for you.

I mean, you're not out
of my city by then...

you and me are gonna
take a ride.

I'll show you parts of Chicago
you never seen before.

You understand what I'm saying?

- Yeah, yeah, o-o-okay.
All right, yeah, I get it.

- Good.

- You ready?

- She really asked to see me?

'Cause I don't think
I can go in there.

- She did,
and you can.

- But--
[inhales]

- Listen, you want to leave,
the door's right there

and I can make up an excuse.

But this is a chance
for you to start

taking control
of your own life.

Right here, right now.

Okay.
Come on.

- Jess.

[sobs]
I'm so sorry.

- I'm just glad you're okay.

- Hey.

I knew you wouldn't
eat those tickets.

- What are you doing here?

- I was taught to never let your
partner go through a door alone.

Shall we?

- Yeah.

[laughs]
Okay.

- You know what a millimeter is?

That's how close
that bullet came

to nicking your victim's
aortic artery.

- When it's not your time...

- Hey, another round, guys?

Extended happy hour
for family and friends.

Just don't tell Herrmann.
- I gotta run actually.

Conference at
U Chicago tomorrow.

- Well, leave it.
I'll take it.

Leave the bottle.

- Put it on my tab, Otis.

- You got it.

- Thank you.

- You never told me you stayed
in a shelter.

- Um...

- We don't have
to talk about it, but...

- No, no, it's not a thing.

It's not, like,
a bad memory.

Um...

It was summer.

Air conditioner rattled a lot.

It was, like,
right next to my bed.

Bunny forgot my first day
of school.

So the lady that ran the place,

she walked me all the way there.

She held my hand the whole way.

Actually drove by there
a couple weeks ago,

and I saw her and she was...

walking another little girl
to school.

- She recognize you?

- I don't know.
I didn't stop.