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Good morning.

Ah, the man gets up early.

Price just caught up
with Kelton in the polls.

So I got a lot of work to do.

Like... like what?

Like digging into Price
a little bit more.

I need to find a contradiction

that belies this Alderman's
man-of-the-people narrative.

Like the good Christian
George W. Bush hiding a DUI?

Something like that.

- Just bigger.
- Exactly.

Ooh!

Hey, what's your take on Price?

I didn't know I was part
of your opposition research.

Sorry, I... I'm...

It's all right. It's fine.

Okay, Price, um,

I don't know, he's classic,
old school Chicago, right?

He's a charming, deal making,
self-serving hypocrite,

but, like, in a good way.

- In a good way.
- Stop talking business.

Usual seat, Councilman?

No, I have some business
to attend to, Claire.

Thanks for coming, Hank. Sorry I'm late.

Hey. I understand you're a busy man.

Helps this coffee's good.

Uh, everything is good in this place.

Black owned and operated since 1970.

My pops used to take me here.

Yeah?

You've seen the latest poll numbers?

It's a dead heat.

First time since I announced,
but I'll be upfront.

Kelton's got a huge war chest.

He's got D.C. political consultants

digging in my backyard.

Now you know how this city works,

how I get things done.

I need to fight back any way I can.

I need your help.

Look, I told you, I don't
get involved in politics.

It's not my thing, Ray.

Yeah, well, maybe you should.

It's like that John Donne poem
says, "No man is an island."

Look, I got to run.
I got an operation in play.

If Kelton is elected,

he'll bust up Intelligence

as soon as he takes his hand
off that damn bible

and you know that.

I do.

Enjoy your breakfast.

All right, we got new ones.

See, you got to press this twice

- and it'll start recording.
- How are we doing?

They want me to lose my
St. Francis necklace, Hank.

You know that ain't gonna happen.

I was just telling her,

St. Francis, St. Jude,
people think police.

- Your CI, your call.
- It stays.

Oh, well, they're not gonna
notice anyway.

They're going to be
too distracted by whatever

this new thing is you got going on

with your hair over there, Lexie.

Ask me, maybe you should worry
about your own appearance, Adam.

What are you talking about?

That beard. It's time for a shave, bro.

Lexie, you're the one that
told me to go with it.

I told you to go with it,
not let it take over.

Okay, enough beard talk. You ready?

I've been ready for a year
to take down LeMonte.

Punk has third graders
slinging dope for him.

Give us a sec.

Yeah, you got it. See ya, Lex.

Listen, I don't want you
in the room on this one.

Just play it cool,
make the intro, walk away.

I got you.

You know, last time we did this
was with your boy, Olinsky.

He was a good dude.

I bet you miss him.

I do.

It's a crazy, unfair world, Hank.

You got that right, Lex.

Let's go get this punk.

Aye, take five real quick?

I'm not gonna lie to you,
man, they sound good.

All right, listen, as I was saying,

now since my regular supplier got busted,

I got buyers from Rogers Park
to Lincoln Park

just waiting in line.

So paper's not a problem, the product is.

And I'm hearing a lot of talk.

I hear ya.

All right, listen to this.

60 a brick.

Once I start buying in bulk,
I say we do 55.

Told you he was for real, LeMonte.

And what's your take in all this?

You two do business,

he breaks me off 10%
of the first three purchases.

Hold up.

Where'd you meet this white boy again?

I told you, he's a customer.
I've known him for two years.

- Two years?
- He's cool, LeMonte. Chill.

Where was this bitch dancing
two years ago?

Seven Veils off Wabash, easy.

She gave me the best
lap dance of my life.

All right, you can go.

We cool?

Business time.

Finest of the fine.

Make sure it's all in there.

Good as gold.

Chicago PD! Nuh-uh!

Come on.

Everybody's under arrest.
Put your hands up.

You can go higher than that.

I'm serious, though. That was
just... it was a thing of beauty.

A thing of beauty.

The look on LeMonte's face,
he didn't even see that coming.

Yeah, you see how LeMonte grabbed me?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Damn, I nearly punched him.

Right, but you kept cool.

But you, uh, next time an officer

tells you to raise your hands

you can raise them
a little higher than that.

- I raised my hands.
- Yeah, I'm with Kev.

It's totally disrespectful, man.

You could've blown the whole operation.

Yeah, all right. Hey, Lexie,
nicely done yet again.

Thank you. Salud.

- Cheers.
- Lexie! Lex?

- Hey.
- Good job, great job.

I put a little something extra in there.

A little going away present.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Part of me is going to miss
all this craziness.

Hmm.

A very small part.

I can't believe you're really moving.

- My mom's pretty sick.
- I'm sorry.

Needs help. Flying back
to Ohio tomorrow morning.

Let me give you a lift to the airport.

Ah, you don't have to do that.

I'll pick up coffee.

Two sugars.

And a splash of cream, I know.

I'll see you in the morning.

See you later.

Lexie?

5021 squad, signs of forced
entry at 6145 South Racine.

I'm inside the residence.

- Roll a couple of cars this way.
- Copy, 5021.

Lexie?

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Hey, roll the crime lab to this address.

Got a neighbor who said
she heard a scream

come from Lexie's place
around 5:30 this morning.

- She called it in?
- Of course not.

Just got off with CPIC.

They're putting on
an endangered missing report.

No, no, no. Listen to me.

You get back to them, have 'em
lodge an All-Call BOLO

over all citywides on my order.

- All right, Sarge?
- Yeah.

Lexie hasn't popped up in any hospitals.

They haven't seen her around
the club either.

All right, listen, Lexie
might've cut the offender

with her scissors,
scratched him with her nails.

You tell the techs we might get lucky.

Find his blood in the system.

I got it, Sarge.

You think anybody knew she
set up LeMonte Washington?

Oh, I'm thinking everything.

All right, anyone who
ever threatened her,

anyone and everyone in her life.

I'll set up a list of possibilities.

Good, I want all hands on deck.

PODS, surveillance, registered
sex offenders in the area.

You check all in-service calls
to this block.

We'll find her, Sarge.

Where we at?

I talked to a CI close to LeMonte's crew.

Far as he knows, he didn't order a hit.

I ran Lexie's phone records.
One caller popped.

Keith Stinson, he owns Scarlet Lace,

the club where Lexie dances.

He's got a prior for sexual
assault, called her four times.

Last call was at 4:22am,

an hour or so before the
witness heard the screaming.

Techs found Stinson's prints in
three places in her apartment.

Well, I'm sure he wasn't happy

Lexie was moving back to Ohio.

Right, so he probably went
over there; he confronted her.

All right, you and me.
Let's go scoop him up.

Sarge, why don't you let me
and Hailey go?

What are you saying, Jay?

Just saying let's get him the right way.

Hailey.

- Keith Stinson?
- Yeah.

I'm Detective Halstead.
This is Detective Upton.

This about Lexie?

Uh, news travels fast.

Why don't you come down to the
District? We'll talk about it.

Sorry, I can't leave the club. Maybe...

Where were you earlier this morning?

Whoa, hold on. You think I
had something to do with it?

Just answer the question.

I was here until 6:00 a.m. Ask my girls.

Besides women on your payroll,

do you have surveillance to back that up?

Yeah, lots of it.
Feel free to take a look.

You ever been to Lexie's apartment?

Of course, we've known
each other for years.

All right, when's the
last time you spoke with her?

Early morning, 3:00 a.m.,
end of her last shift.

She took off in a hurry.

Some creepy customer was looking for her.

Said he wanted to give her a big tip.

Kept calling her
to make sure she was okay,

but she didn't pick up.

What did this customer look like?

White dude, tall.

That's about all I remember.
Didn't get a good look at him.

I'm telling you, me and Lexie are cool.

I want to help anyway I can.
Just let me know what you need.

We will.

I'll catch up with you in a sec.

I'm Hailey. I'm with CPD.

Do you know Lexie?

Yeah, I heard what happened.

Name's Devon.

Was she having problems
with anyone, Devon?

Boyfriend, customer?

Nah, no boyfriend.

As far as customers...

She's pretty tough.

I mean, she can handle just about
anybody that came her way.

What y'all doing here anyway?

CPD usually don't do nothing
when dancers disappear.

What do you mean?

A few years ago, when
dancers started going missing,

three ended up in dumpsters
and the others just...

they just never came home.

Still missing today.

Yeah, I've been on the job for a while.

I haven't heard about any of this.

Exactly.

Four strippers on
the south side go missing.

Cops don't do nothing.

Rich white girl disappears,

and y'all bring in the damn FBI.

When you're done working,

I want you to come down to the District.

I want to take a statement.

If I come down, you got
to promise to do something.

You have my word.

Wait, three murdered dancers
and several others missing?

That's what she said.

- Does she sound credible?
- She sounded scared.

I'm going to talk to her tonight,

but I think we need to start
digging into this right away.

Wait a second, might not have to.

Asset Forfeiture got
a hit on Lexie's debit card.

- They have an ID?
- Yeah, a guy named Tony Hill.

Caught on security camera
using it at a convenience store

two hours ago. He's a
three-time convicted felon.

He lives around the corner from Lexie.

- Ruz, have you got anything?
- I got nothing.

Oh, looks like Tony Hill to me.

We got him.

Don't you do it.

Don't do that, Tony.

- Damn.
- I'll get the alley.

Tony! Stop, police!

CPD! Stop!

Tony!

I said stop!

- Hold it right there!
- Get on the hood!

- You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.

You got cuffs in there?

Yeah, yeah. Here you go.

- Hands behind your back, man.
- Let's go.

Hands behind your back, Tony.

Okay, man.

I'm telling you, I don't know
nothing about no missing stripper.

So you ran, why? The exercise?

I didn't wanna get jammed up.
I just got out of prison!

Yup, I know.

You've done three stretches for burglary.

You're not a very good criminal, Tony.

This is you using her ATM card

two hours after she went missing.

Cooperate, we can work out a deal.

If not...

It's going to be a very long night.

I was walking home from a friend's house

and I heard a scream.

I turned a corner.
I saw a blue van leaving.

And I saw an apartment door open.

I went inside to see if someone was hurt.

Okay, what'd you see?

Not much.

And yeah, I took a purse, some jewelry,

but I didn't see anyone.
I didn't hurt anyone.

I swear on my mother.

Look, I know I should've called the
police, but I don't have a job.

All right, stop talking.

Here's what's going to happen.

You're going to write a statement.

We're going to swab you for DNA.

And then what?

And then we put your ass
in our holding cell

and we'll see if you're lying.

What do you think?

I think he's a tiny little
punk with no wounds

to suggest he was in a struggle.

Lexie would crush him with her pinkie.

Yeah.

What's up?

Techs ran the unknown blood
you saw at Lexie's place.

Came back as a white male.

Okay, that rules out Hill.

I had them run the sample against DNA

from the other murdered dancers
and it was a match.

Sarge, we're chasing a serial killer.

Okay.

This is Shanele Martin.

She was found in a dumpster
with 18 puncture wounds

to her face and torso.

She was sexually assaulted.

Her mother reported her missing,

but never heard back from CPD
until they found the body.

Techs also found the offender's
saliva on her body.

Rachel Jones, 18 puncture
wounds, also face and torso,

found in a dumpster near Garfield Park.

Gina Ramirez, same ol' story.

18 puncture wounds, found near
Garfield Park, dancer.

All these happened in 2016.

According to the M.E. reports,

he kept them alive for 24 hours
then he stabbed them to death

and tossed their bodies into
dumpsters like they're trash.

All three victims, same M.O.

So Homicide knew they had a serial.

Not necessarily, they only
had DNA on one of the victims.

Maybe they were still investigating.

Or maybe they just didn't
give a rat's ass.

Possible.

Three victims, cooling off period...

that's serial killer 101.

The Feds were called in, right?

There are no FBI reports in any of
the files that I've looked through

and these girls are all still missing.

All dancers,
all lived near Garfield Park.

Who was the lead on Homicide?

Leo Hernandez handled all three cases.

I know Leo, he's good police.
You call him?

Yeah, I called. Got word back
that he's out of state,

watching a witness in protective custody.

His whereabouts are unknown.

All right. Who was Hernandez's
area commander at the time?

Brian Kelton.

Okay, what else we got?

Looks like the killings
stopped for about three years.

No homicides, no disappearances

with the same M.O. or DNA until now.

But how do we know the offender kept

the girls alive for 24 hours?

Ligature marks and bruising
patterns on the bodies.

Techs also found trace amounts
of unique cement granules

on their clothes,
which can't be a coincidence.

It means he's keeping them
in some kind of cellar.

Okay, okay, so that...

that means Lexie might still be alive.

I mean, she's only been missing, what?

Six hours?

All right, so hit the streets.

Talk to your CIs,
especially your dancer Cis,

and dig back into those old case files.

See if there's anything we can use.

Look, I don't need to tell you guys

how much Lexie's helped us
over the years.

Now's the time that we do
the same for her.

And if this animal keeps to his routine,

that means we got about 18
hours left to find her alive.

Let's go.

Hernandez, it's Hank Voight again.

Look, I know you're jammed.
Just call me when you can.

Superintendent.

I just got word we have a serial.

It looks that way.

As a matter of fact, you were involved

in some of the earlier homicides.

I was the area commander.

Well, we've been combing
through the old files.

Anything pop in your memory?

Any suspects you were chasing?

As I recall, we didn't even have a lead,

let alone a suspect,

and that was 2016. It was a bad year.

Over 700 homicides citywide.

Well, look, I'm trying
to get in touch with Hernandez.

I want to get his take on all this,

but he's with a witness
in protective custody.

- I'll find him.
- Appreciate that.

Sure thing. I'm told that
you know the missing girl.

I do, yeah. She's been a CI for years.

She's helped us put away
a lot of bad people.

She deserves everything we got.

Understood, but
considering how close you are,

why not let Homicide handle this?

Because the clock is ticking.

Just getting Homicide up to speed

is gonna waste time we don't have.

I want updates regularly

and loop in Donahue in Homicide.

Done.

- Officers.
- Superintendent.

What's up?

Sarge, Stinson's alibi ain't holding up.

He was AWOL from his club
from 5:00 to 6:00.

Techs pinged his cell phone a block
away from Lexie's place at 5:15.

About the same time
the neighbor heard a scream.

Yes, sir, and, boss,
they also found some texts.

That whole "I like Lexie"
story, that's crap.

I'm gonna read one for you.

"Bitch, this isn't over just
because you're leaving town."

Where is he?

Hey, fellas.

What's the word on Lexie?

Break's over, ladies.
Give us a little privacy.

What the hell is this?

What happened to Lexie?

- I have no idea.
- Stop lying.

- I'm not lying.
- You're lying.

You're lying.

We know you were outside of her apartment

and we read your text messages, so
we know you threatened her too.

Those weren't threats.

I was upset she was leaving.

She made a lot of money for the club.

I gave her a raise and she promised
to stay through the summer.

You know what?
I'm not saying another word.

You guys are looking to pin
this on someone

and I'm the easy target.

Why don't you have a seat?

Whoa! What?

What the hell are you...

You ready to talk? Huh?

Yeah!

- Talk.
- I swear I didn't touch her!

Please!

- But you were there.
- She would...

You were there! Huh?

Yeah, yeah!

I... I went to see her
but I didn't go in.

All right, what stopped you?

A blue van! I recognized it
from the club.

The guy... the guy driving it
was some freak

who sat in the back
of the club all night.

How do you know it was his blue van?

Not the first time he's come around.

I... I... I watched him leave when
I was out back having a smoke.

He parked the van a block away.

This is the same van

that was parked outside
Lexie's apartment.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I... I saw the guy get out
and walk toward Lexie's door.

And you did nothing?

- Wait!
- Nothing?

For all I know,
she had a date with the man!

I thought she was working OT!

What did he look like?

What did he look like?

White dude... white dude,
bald, in... in his 30s.

He was... he was wearing a green jacket.

Hey, listen to me.

Did you see a license plate?

Any... any suspicious customers,

we... we take down their plates.

My bouncer has it somewhere.

Well, let's go get it.

Hank.

I've been trying to track down
Detective Hernandez.

One thing is for damn sure.

He is not out of town on
some witness protection detail.

How do you know that?

I went over to his area.

The A&A sheets show he's on duty in town.

No one knows where exactly.

He's hiding. Means he knows something.

I need you to find this guy, Trudy.

Where does he eat, sleep, drink?

You got it.

I don't usually come here at lunch.

Try to avoid that.

Hey, Leo. Can you give us a minute?

Sure.

Hank, sorry I didn't call you back.

That's all right. I know you're busy.

See, I just want to talk about

some homicides you worked a while back.

You know the strippers?

Hank, I can't, please.

Whatever you tell me stays here,

but I need to find this prick.

He took another woman, a friend of mine.

She's been missing eight hours.

That means I still have time
to find her, but not much.

You understand what I'm saying?

I do, but...

I'm in a corner here.

Leo, you know who I am.

You don't want to go to war with me.

We never got a chance
to truly work the cases,

so I don't know too much.

Okay, why is that?

Kelton shut it down.

He was up for promotion,

needed to keep his violent
crime stats low,

and a confirmed serial killer
wouldn't exactly help him...

Leo, Leo, I don't care about any of that.

I just need information.

Was there a person of interest
you were looking at?

No, I contacted the FBI,
but Kelton stepped in,

told the FBI to back off.

They still delivered us a profile though.

It should be in the case file.

It's not.

How did you find out
we confirmed a serial killer?

You get that from Detective Upton?

No, I knew before she did.

And you called Kelton
to give him a heads-up.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Hank. I'm sorry.

Son of a bitch.

You pulled everything
that could bury him.

Superintendent, I need a word.

You got an update?

No, unfortunately
I'm trying to get my hands on

an FBI profile that
was prepared a while back

when the girls were murdered.

Look, I don't care why you took it.

I don't care why you buried
the investigation.

I just want to find my friend.

I don't know what
you're talking about, Hank.

I spoke to the review officer.

He said you checked
all homicides from 2016.

We both know what you were looking for.

Brian...

As we speak, there is a man
torturing and raping my friend.

If I'm lucky, I got about
14 hours left to find her,

to find him.

I understand, Sergeant, I do.

But I am not aware of any
FBI profile; I'm real sorry.

I got to go.

What?

Tags came back on the blue van.

It was stolen from a mall
in Winnetka two months ago.

NVLS caught the van parked
two times at 2132 Lawrence Ave.

- When was this?
- Last two days.

Got a witness saw the blue
van pull out of a loading dock.

I checked the records; this
place has been empty for years.

Up for sale by a company in Gary.

Okay, we got a lot of ground to cover.

We move fast and quiet.

Stay in the shadows.

We sneak up on him,
not the other way around.

Kim, Jay, take the back.
Antonio, you and me.

It's fresh.

We know he keeps them in the cellars.

We found blood near the basement.

We're going down.

Copy.

What the...

My God.

Is this Lexie's coat?

Sarge, we got a body.

Sarge.

Chicago PD! Get on your knees!

Get those hands up high!

- I'm... I'm... I'm with Illinois Power.
- Shut up!

I'm just looking for one of my workers.

- He's not armed.
- Get down!

You move, you die.

It's not Lexie.

Sarge, his name is Roy Calison.

He's married, father of three.

He was inspecting lines down
here for a possible renovation.

He must have crossed with the offender.

Supervisor hadn't heard
from him, so he came to check.

Supervisor see anything?

No, he got here
about the same time as us.

All right, let's check PODs
in the neighborhood.

This guy's been using
this place for years.

There's got to be witnesses.

Sergeant Voight.

You need to see this.

Fuentes.

There's at least four sets
of human skeletal remains,

all female.

Decomp pattern suggests
they've been here for years.

Any read on cause of death?

Difficult to say, but these look like

sharp puncture wounds on that clavicle.

- They were stabbed.
- I'd say so.

All their clothes have multiple
punctures in the fabric,

same sharp instrument.

I need these bodies
worked fast for trace DNA

and I want every inch
of this building searched.

Bring in cadaver dogs.

Sarge, Lexie's got
to still be alive, right?

There's no way the offender
left here with a dead body.

That makes no sense.

Hey. I just heard from Patrol

they found the blue van parked
a mile from here.

- Tell me they didn't move in.
- No, they're waiting for us.

Kim's right. Lexie left here alive.

That's how we're gonna find her.

Chicago PD, step away from the van.

All right, turn it off,
roll the crime lab.

5021 squad, roll
the crime lab to our location.

Copy that.

This is Lexie's.

How do you know?

'Cause I gave it to her. St. Francis.

Patron saint of gratitude.

Yeah, a couple of years ago,

Lexie was helping me make a bust.

Some punk came up on me with a Glock.

Lexie screamed "gun," saved my life.

All right, we know this guy...
he left here on foot

'cause no cab is gonna play around here.

So where's the nearest "L" station?

Orange line, 18th street stop.

It's, like, a couple of blocks away.

Nearest bus is a lot further.

All right, so loop in mass transit.

Let's look at every piece
of CTA security footage

within a five mile radius.

Hmm, stop.

Right there, that guy.

Green jacket, bald. Zoom in.

Okay, the time stamp is
consistent with our timeline.

That's 45 minutes
before we found the van.

- Okay, rewind.
- Yeah.

That's our killer.

Hang on, back it up to when he entered.

Yeah.

He's using a Ventra card.

Right, and if he's using
a credit card to pay for it,

we got this son of a bitch.
Send a print out upstairs.

Sarge, got it?

This is Steven Sawyer's DMV.

He's the guy from the L station

who used the Ventra card.

Same height, weight, build.

We did a photo array with Keith Stinson.

He ID'd him as the creepy guy
from the club.

- That's our guy, Sarge.
- Okay, we got eyes on him?

Not yet. I put in
a covert call to his workplace.

They said he's out of the office all day

and I called his cell provider.

They said they're gonna have
his phone up within the hour

for an emergency ping.

What do we know about him?

A divorced commercial realtor

with a nice crib in Glenview, no sheet.

He moved to Pittsburgh about
three years ago

right when the killings stopped.

Oh, let me guess, he moved back.

About three months ago.

Hit his house, Sarge.

No, not until we figure out
where he's hiding Lexie.

He gets spooked, he might kill her.

We got a BOLO lodged for his Mercedes

with a directive to contact Intelligence

immediately on sight, no police action.

Guys, we got a hit.

Downtown on Erie,
somewhere near the river.

All right, Burgess, Atwater,
you sit on his house.

We'll hit the address.

This guy is just in here sipping wine.

You got to be kidding me.

I say we make him choke on it, boss.

I know you don't want
to spook him or anything,

but maybe we just go in there
and give him a talking to

and get this thing done right now.

No.

We stay patient,

put the tracker on the car,
and follow him to Lexie.

Hailey, do your thing.

Son of a bitch. We lost the eye.

Hailey, get out of there right now.

Excuse me, miss?

Yeah?

Do you live around here?

No, I'm just meeting
some friends for dinner.

Ah.

I'm a little turned around.

Do you know the best way
to get on the Eisenhower?

On ramp is at the end of this street.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

All right, listen up. Tracker is a no go.

We're gonna follow him
old school with the long eye

but we parallel.

I don't want to heat him up.

- You think he made me?
- One way to find out.

I got Hailey. We'll hold the tail
and stay parallel to the West.

We got eyes on Sawyer. He just pulled up.

He's getting out of his car.
Nobody drive by.

He's walking into a five-story building.

Address is 4511 Elston.

Copy. Everybody stand fast.
Wait for my order.

5021 squad, I need you to run
an address for ownership.

4511 Elston Avenue.

5021, we show it being owned
by Luna Shipping.

There's no active licenses

and the building's been up
for sale for a year.

Copy. Jay, what's your exact position?

In the lot, southeast,
at his four o'clock.

Opposite side of you.

All right, I'm sending Adam your way.

I need you to get inside
the building unnoticed,

try to get eyes on Lexie.

Copy that, Sarge.

Wait, hold up, hold up. Stand down.

Homicide's on the scene.

Donahue, what the hell
are you doing here?

Following orders.
Just came from the station.

What's the play, boss?

We're burned. Let's take him.

You stay on the perimeter.

I need this son of a bitch alive.

All right, you got it.

Do not move. It's over.

Get your hands up.

Hey. Okay, easy.

Where's Lexie?

Who's Lexie?

On your knees now!

If you shoot me, you'll never find her.

Get on your knee...

He's heading south. Do not...

No!

Freeze, police!

Where's Lexie?

Where is she?

Where's Lexie?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Patrol and K-9 already swept
the whole place.

There's no sign of her.

I called Sawyer's office.
They manage the building.

He was actually working here legit.

Hey, hey, I told you to hold
the perimeter.

We all knew he was inside.

- But I said stand down.
- He went for a gun.

I told you do not shoot!

And you don't tell me when to shoot.

Sarge. Come on. We still got options.

- Nobody's giving up.
- You're damn right we're not!

Boss, I tried to go through
Sawyer's phone but it's locked.

We found a nine
in his front right pocket.

Now it's the same caliber of the gun

used to kill the power company man.

He had these maintenance keys on him.

Wait, Sawyer abandoned his van.

That means he probably used
his own car to move Lexie.

Have the Techs run the GPS
on his vehicle,

find out where it's been.

I want everyone on the street
standing by!

Let's move.

Lexie!

Lexie!

Police!

In here!

Lexie!

All right, Sarge,
we got these keys we found...

Back off!

Oh, God.

No pulse but she's warm.

5021 Henry, emergency,

we need an ambulance
to 950 West 74th Street.

Got a nonresponsive female victim.

- Copy that, 5021.
- Come on, Lexie.

Come on.

We did everything we could.

I'll call her mother in Ohio.

Let's reach out to all
the other girls' families.

Least we can do
is give them some closure.

Of course.

None of this is on you, Sarge.

Yeah, you're right.

What the hell were you doing
at that warehouse?

Hey, easy, Hank.

We caught chatter on the radio

when the offender's car was found.

So you come in hot?

Blow our one chance to find Lexie alive?

Slow down, Voight.

We're working off orders
from the superintendent.

- To shoot?
- The offender went for a gun.

His gun was in his pocket!

He made an assertive move.

We lost an hour trying
to find this place.

Hey, listen, he went
for his gun, all right?

I'm done apologizing to you.
You understand me?

Sarge, no! Sarge! Sarge, stop!

Tell your friend Kelton
I'm coming for him next.

Get off!

Get off of me!

Had a feeling I'd find you here.

You must really like the coffee.

I touched base with the detective

who originally worked
the stripper murders.

Back then, he suspected
a serial killer was involved.

But to keep his district's stats low,

his commander ordered him to walk away.

Do I know this commander's name?

Yeah.

Kelton.

There's a copy of an email

Kelton sent to Hernandez in 2016.

And it proves that Kelton
backed off one of the worst

serial killers in Chicago
history to get promoted.

A lot of women's lives
could've been saved.

I thought you didn't want
to get involved in politics.

You do with that what you want.

Welcome to the fight, Hank.