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All that matters
is that we move.

What did you get
into this time, Hank?

I'm okay to go out like this.

You don't get to die here.

What do you want?

To start over, I guess.

To leave?

I don't want
to leave the team.

You can't lose any of us.

300 East 24th Street,
battery in progress.

We've got a father
and mother going at it.

10-4.

Disregard that
robbery in progress.

We have a false alarm.

Location?

2120 Fullerton.

Copy that.

Can I get you on that
potential battery in progress?

10-4.

En route.

51, can you put that
Howard job on my log, please?

I'm rolling out.

10-44.
Units in the citywide.

Shots fired at
1360 West Blake.

We've got one down.

5021. Hold me down.

Responding on that
Blake call, 10-99.

New stats on the offender.
Just got those from Narcotics.

- Oh.
- Mm.

We never really gave you a real
welcome to the unit, did we?

It's been over a month,

and you want to throw
me a party now?

What's this for,
the Bailey case?

Mm-hmm. Just background.

This is my new system.
I'm alphabetizing.

That's how many cases
we owe paperwork on.

Four B's?

Yeah, well, I've
alphabetized the alphabetized.

It's not always
like this, Telly.

Trust me.

Yes, the man almost died.

That's what Ruzey
told me, at least.

Don't call me that, Emily.

That started in the academy.

Don't do it here.
This a safe space.

Where you coming from, Ruzey?

See?
Now you see what you did?

I was talking with Kim
on the phone.

Let's put a bell on him.

What'd she tell you
about NAWLEE?

She said the conference
is good, learning a lot.

She's, uh, disturbed
by her caseload.

So she's thinking about
coming back early.

Well, she shouldn't.

CPD loves stuff like NAWLEE.
It'll give her a leg up.

Carmine's case is closed.

Judge signed off
on all charges.

Nice. Did you tell him?

All right,
get all the paper done.

We're moving on.

Yes, sir.

Adam Victor 304,

do you want special detail
or a Narcotics detail?

Narcotics.

85th and Langham.

We've got a mental health.

Fire is here. 1213.

10-4. 1213, citywide.

Possible armed home invasion.

5109 Homan.

Got reports of screams and
sounds of struggle inside.

5021. Hold me down.

Responding on Homan, 10-99.

Chicago PD!
Freeze!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Turn around!

- Sorry, sorry.
- Up against your car!

- I didn't do anything.
- All the way up!

- I'm sorry.
- Turn around!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- All right.

Easy.
- Sor--ooh, sorry.

You got anything on you
that could hurt me?

No, no, no, no.

Do you have anything on you
that could hurt me?

I'm just trying to get away.
I'm just trying to get away.

There's a guy inside.

He's--he's killing everybody.

Okay.
All right.

Who's inside?

I--I don't know.
I don't know.

I'm sorry.
- Is he still in there?

I don't--I don't know.
I'm sorry.

- Is he armed?
- I don't know.

Wait, no.
We have to go.

Is the man armed?

No, no, no.
I don't--I don't know.

Are you--
- 5021 on scene.

You're just gonna
leave me here?

5109 Homan.
Call is bona fide.

I got one in custody--
- Hey!

Reports of bodies.
Roll an ambo.

Hey!

Copy, 5021.
Ambo en route.

Chicago PD!

CPD!

Police!
Let me see your hands!

Get away from the body!

Get your hands up now!

He can't breathe!
Do you want him to die?

I'm not putting my hands up.

Is the man who did this
still in the building?

Look, it was one guy,
and he ran off.

I don't know who else
is in here.

Come over here, man!

All right, move.

Move!

All right. You gotta put
your hands on his head.

You gotta try to stop
the bleeding.

Gotta press hard.
- Jesus.

Press hard!

There we go. There we go.

What the hell?

It's a sock.

Okay, I got you.

The guy beat him
with a lock in a sock

and shoved it down his throat.
- There you go.

Okay, breathe.

Take a breath.
Take a breath.

Come on. That's it.

Breathe.

Okay, fight it.
Help is coming.

Aww, man.

Hey.

Hey, no, you're okay, man.
You're okay.

Help is coming.
We got an ambo on the way.

Just fight it.

It's not working.

I--

Hey, what do I do?

Hey, what do we do?

Keep pressure.

More pressure.

Oh, no.

Oh, God, no, I don't--

God, no.

I don't want--

Oh, my God.

What'd you catch?

Huh, looks like
a robbery gone wrong.

One-man lick crew.

Place is a trap house,
selling dope and sex in here.

CPD have an index?

Uh, not yet.

But G-Parks run the territory.

I got the bodies' ID'd.

The two with their hands tied
behind their backs

are Clay Montrose
and Javon Wilkens.

Well, they gotta be dealers.

I mean, pockets turned
inside out,

stash and cash ripped.

I mean, that tracks.

Both have priors for possession
with intent to sell,

but no gang cards
on either of them.

Okay.
What about the other guy?

Uh, Walter Tells.

He's got one prior for
possession, but also two rehabs

under his belt, so I'm
guessing he relapsed today.

Yeah, and was beat to death
with a lock in sock.

That confirmed?

Well, padlock's inside,
sock was down Walter's throat.

All right, let's bag it
ourselves, huh?

Hey, Sarge.
Might have something over here.

Can you tell them
what you told me?

Can you please
just uncuff me?

Mm-mm. Tell them.

I mean, I saw the guy--
I heard the guy come in.

He was, uh, shouting a lot.

He--he went straight
for the dealers, though.

He--he--he tied them up
and he beat them.

Okay.
And the other man, Walter?

Is that the guy
in the button-down?

That's right.

Um, well,
he tried to stop him.

That didn't really work.
- Okay.

Did you know the offender?

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

Uh, he--he was, um--
he was Black.

He was in his 30s.

He--uh, maybe he was, um--

Hey, hey.
Is there anything else?

Got anything else?

Uh, he was, like,
tall, maybe.

Uh-huh.

Okay, look, I don't know.

I ran, and I never
pick up around here.

I don't really know
anybody around here.

Um, if you could just uncuff
me, then I would be able to--

Well, bring her in.
I want a sketch.

No. No, no, no, no.
Come on, please.

So call Narcotics?

This is their wheelhouse.
- No, no, no.

I want this.

Boss, we got half a dozen
cases that still owe paperwork.

No, it's ours.

Look, there are
three dead bodies.

We'll work it faster.

I heard the deputy chief.

He's looking into each unit,
going to their scenes.

Buttoning up our caseload
might be our best bet

if we want to fly under
this man's radar.

Adam, you got your answer.
It's ours.

So go help out with forensics.

All right.

- Do I look beat up to you?
- No, sir. It's--

No, no, no.
See, you just want--

- You know him?
- Mm-hmm.

He's a frequent flyer.

We bring him in at least
once a month for prostitution

or possession.

He calls himself Rabbit because
he hops from carrot to carrot.

He was in there
turning a trick?

- That's what he says.
- Huh.

Claims he was
waiting for a john

upstairs that never showed.

Didn't see anything.

All right, copy that.

Hey, come on.

I'll give you a ride home.
- No, I'm good.

I know how to get home.

I was being polite.

Let's go.

All right, you got two options.

You can come with me,

or the paramedics
take you to Med,

get you cleared,
then take you to the district.

That option will take
about five hours.

You think you can wait
that long to get well?

Let's go.

Let me get my stuff.

Where's my stuff?
You got my stuff?

Look, man, I already told
all your police what happened,

and I didn't see anything.
- Mm.

Look, I was upstairs,
and, you know,

I heard a bunch of yelling,
you know, shouting.

You know, guys getting beat.

So I ran down and I look.

I found them guys
messed up like that.

Hm.

And I tried to help, okay?
You know this.

Yeah, well, you had
real good timing.

What?

Man, whatever.

That's your place
right here, isn't it?

Nah, man.
Just pull over, bro.

Should I park out front?

Look, I already
told you what I saw.

- Did you?
- Come on.

See, I'm done messing with you.
Yo, just take me round back.

So you came downstairs.
The offender was already gone.

Yo, isn't that
what I just said?

And I am telling you,
that is very good timing.

But the offender knew
that trap house,

knew exactly where
to find those dealers,

went right to them,
had their dope real quick.

That makes me think offender
knew the neighborhood,

neighborhood knew the offender.

Okay.

Now, did you see him?

Do you know him?

No.

Hey.
Yo, yo.

Hey, what the hell, man?

This how you do your job?

Okay, go find some evidence.

I will, but this is faster.

Let me out, man.

You know what happens when
you see death that close up,

like we just did?

You separate yourself from it.

Don't.

Remember what that man
looked like--

choking, scared,
knowing he was dying.

Remember that.

And tell me who killed him.

All right, listen up.
EJ Monroe, 30 years old.

According to his arrest,
he was hooked in

with a G-Park Lord set run
by Troy Patrick.

But EJ started using
his own product,

so Patrick ran him off.

Now EJ is a hype
who's on the outs,

and apparently he just
ripped and killed

Patrick's new dealers.

EJ is our offender.

Boss, how'd you
get this guy's name?

It fits our witness at
the scene's description.

Also fits our theory
of an inside job.

We got motive.
It's good.

We know where EJ is at?

No.

EJ's last known was
torn down three months ago.

We don't have a current.

So dig into him.

I'll hit contacts
out on the street.

Let's find out where he is.

You don't want us
to firm up that ID?

Just put EJ's photo in front
of our hype from the scene.

She's dopesick.

She's gonna need to get well
before she can make a good ID.

I don't care. Try.

Just keep moving.

Be ready to hit either way.

You get me my
arrest warrant on EJ?

No. How exactly did
you expect me to?

This is paper-thin.

Who ID'd EJ?

Confidential source.

Okay, well, you're gonna
need more than that.

With a case this weak,
you're gonna need to give

your source's name to a judge.
- No.

Okay, fine.

Then get more evidence--
forensics, DNA.

Put EJ at the scene.
Get a witness statement.

That'll take too long.

I'll just do
a sneak-and-peek instead.

What, and hope
for something actionable?

Hey, how long are
we gonna do this?

Do what?

This.

You burning through cases, running.

Me pretending that
this is normal and okay,

that this clearly
isn't a reaction

to what happened to you.

Sarge, we got EJ.

According to socials, he's
been crashing at his cousin's.

All right, let's go!

Ruzek, you and me first.

Rest of you, hold anchor.

Copy that, boss.

I'll take the front.

You go around back.

Stay low.

Just find something actionable.

It looks like he
is packing to run.

We can wait him out,
or we can fish.

Damn it.

Boss, I got a camera back here.

Chances are he's watching us.

He's running!
He's going out front!

Hey! Chicago PD!

Stop!

EJ!

5021-Ocean.

I got an armed offender
heading northbound on Jackson.

All right, we're going in.
Let's go.

- We don't have a warrant!
- We're going in!

We'll claim exigent.

Come on.

Chicago PD!

Chicago PD!

Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

Clear!

I'm clear.

I got blood.

Looks like he was about
to burn the evidence.

I got his shoes
in the front room.

Trace amounts
of blood on them.

5021-Ocean.

I've lost eyes
on our offender.

Armed male, Black.

White T-shirt,
black sweatpants, 6 foot.

Last seen running
eastbound on Jackson.

I repeat, I lost eyes.

Copy, 5021-Ocean.
We'll notify.

What the--

Yeah, that's residue.

He flushed the drugs.

This is China white heroin.

That's got to be
at least 20K.

What is it?

The address
of the trap house.

We completely lost EJ.
I got patrol hitting every yard

and every alley
in a 10-block radius.

He can't have gotten far.

He left his phone,
keys, and wallet inside.

Get a transit team
on the CTA.

I already called it in,
and I got his vehicle

getting hooked and towed to 21.

Phone dumped, so we'll get
the evidence we need.

But why the hell would
he flush the drugs?

Hold on.
He flushed the product?

The whole China white.

And it matched what he ripped.

Flushed it all down the toilet.

So what, he saw us coming?
He got scared?

That's a hell of a lot
of money to flush out of fear.

I mean, you killed
three people for it,

then you flush it
straight down the toilet?

Doesn't track.
- No, it doesn't.

So work the scene,
keep up the search, find EJ.

I got something
to do on my own.

I finally got
a job back on a unit.

I'm not touching any of that.

Hey, boss.

You need backup?

Just find EJ.

Rabbit.

Rabbit, are you home?

Rabbit.

You lied to me.

What? No.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing here?

You lied to me.
Why did you lie?

I didn't lie.

You were in on the rip.

What? No.

You gave EJ the address.

You wrote it on a bag of candy.

Well, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not what it looks like.

You were so dumb to think
that I wouldn't find out?

Dumb? Look, it's not
what it looks like.

- Is that your cut?
- What? No.

You better start
learning some words

other than "no" real fast.

Okay, look, man,

I didn't know what EJ
was gonna do, okay?

I had no idea that he was
gonna kill someone.

Come on, let's go.
You're going in for murder.

No, no!
Just listen to me!

Why would I have stayed

if I knew that he was gonna
kill someone, huh?

Okay, that's why.
I didn't know.

EJ asked me where
the dealers would be,

so, look, I gave him
the address, okay?

That's all.

Okay, I swear to you,
I'm not lying, okay?

I didn't know anything.
- Two options--

Oh, come on.
I'm not messing with you.

I arrest you, plus I add
all your little goodies

here to the charges.

Or you come in
right now willingly

and cooperate fully,
and I don't play with you.

What's it gonna be?

Look, man, I'm really
starting to think

you like spending time with me,
because I already told you,

I gave him the address because
it was the right thing.

Okay, you keep saying that.
What the hell does that mean?

Oh, come on, you're the one
who just lectured me on death,

so figure it out.

Fully cooperate!

You know--you know,
it's a real rich thing

to lecture an addict on.
- Please.

You know, because
we live with death.

EJ lives with death.

Will you get to the point?

Okay. Yeah.

Let me educate you,
Mr. CPD Officer.

Okay.

I gave EJ the address
because EJ wanted

to know who was responsible
for his sister dying.

- What?
- That's right.

So you want to talk
about death,

you should be talking
about that.

Okay, who killed his sister?

Oh, who do you think?

Troy Patrick's drugs
killed her.

Yeah, he has his guys cutting
their dope with battery acid.

Like, what the--

he wanted a cheaper cut.

Wasn't good at it,
but he sold it anyway.

So that's why he killed those
dealers, took their stash?

They're selling poison.

Please, just answer
the question.

Please.

Yes.

That's why EJ killed them
and took their stash,

to destroy it.

That's why I gave him
the address.

I mean, all deaths
should mean something.

Hang on. Yeah.

Hey, boss,
we got a good lead.

Patrol spotted EJ running
into an old auto shop.

They lost eyes,
but we're getting

suited up to crash,
so we'll hit him in--

And he just looked right at me.

Son of a--

Chicago PD! Stop!

5021-Sam.

Officers in pursuit
of suspect, armed.

Headed towards alley
behind the auto shop.

Get off the fence!
Off the fence!

Chicago PD!
Drop it!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!
Drop it!

Drop your weapon now!

On the ground.

Hands behind your back
right now.

Give me cuffs.

Someone give me cuffs!

You sure you're good?

Yeah, sure.

It's not the first time
I faced down a barrel.

Just happened fast.

How about you?
Are you okay?

All right, I'm just asking.

It's a big jump,
you joining this team

after, you know, what happened.

Now this.
- What happened?

What, you tiptoeing
around me now?

Yes, Ruzey.

It was a big jump
to join this team

after I lost my marbles
when my partner was shot dead.

How eloquent.

Yeah, but my head
is good now.

I've got a full bill
of that mental sanity.

And your sorry ass didn't
get shot, so we're good.

Come on. Out the car.

Hey, Adam, come on in here.

Martel, just bring him up.
Put him on ice.

- Move.
- All right. Case expanded.

It got bigger.
I want both now.

- Both?
- Yeah.

We got a string of ODs
from a hot batch.

It's still young.

Looks like it was EJ's motive.

Just call Narcotics,
fill them in.

Get everything they have
on Troy Patrick.

Your sister?

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'll make it easy for you.

I know all three of them were
killed from a bad batch

of dope cut with battery acid.

I'm right?

Do you want me
to do your job for you?

Hmm.

It was this man's dope?

The news of the bad batch
hadn't reached CPD yet,

but it did reach the street.

So you killed the dealers,
took the stash, and flushed it.

You know what?

I get it.

The problem is,
the law does not get it.

Law is not eye for an eye,
death for a death.

Well, it should be.

Oh, really?

What about the third man
you killed, Walter Tells?

Hell, he was just there
to get high.

You think the law
should understand

why you killed him, too?

Huh?

What's it gonna be?

What's he doing here?

We have no idea.

He hasn't been
officially booked.

I'm not asking for remorse.

I'm asking for action.

Well, I'm not
gonna talk to you.

Well, you should.

Because I can give you
what you actually want.

Justice.

Not just a couple
of low-level dealers

slinging dime bags
that you beat to death.

Real justice.

Troy Patrick in prison
for life,

all his men in cuffs,

and all that bad dope--
hell,

all the bad dope he is bound
to make in his sorry-ass life,

all of that off the street
for good.

EJ, you're going to prison
for life either way.

Why not make the lives
you gave him worth something?

According to EJ, Troy Patrick
runs a two-block territory

between Ogden and 19th.

Got six packmen
slinging dope for him.

They're all low level,

work out of trap houses
or work the corners.

Problem is, Patrick's cutting
his own product

to keep costs low,
but he's making bad dope.

We got at least three ODs
linked to this man right now.

Okay.

So have Gangs or Narcotics
backed any of this up?

The buys, the hierarchy?

No.
No, I looped them in.

They got next to nothing
on Troy Patrick.

Because it's brand new.

Right.

So everything you have is
all based on EJ's word alone?

Yep.

The word of a man who just
committed a triple homicide?

That's right.

You know no judge is gonna
let you arrest on this.

You know that.

I mean, this is ridiculous.

You can't just fly solo
and expect that things are

gonna be clean and easy, that
I'm gonna hand you warrants.

You have to build.

Right, and how many more
people are gonna die

from this dope while
we do that, hmm?

Seriously,
what's the equation here?

What are we okay with?

Three, maybe four ODs?

Because that's what you're
arguing for--more ODs.

Yeah, that's what I'm doing.

It's a hot batch.
People are dying.

We get it off the street now.

You think this
is gonna work?

I don't know.

Zero prep time,
zero plan B.

Let's hope it does.

Y'all ready?

Yo, what's up?
- The hell are you doing here?

I'm here for you.

I want to holler at you.

About what?

Man, let's go inside.

It's better inside.

I'll only take two minutes.
I'll be real quick.

Yeah, bro.

What do you want?

Talk.

Uh...

I want to buy from you.
- Whoa.

Sarge, we got guns,
at least two of them.

- Right now.
- All right, copy.

I-I'll pay you over, but--
but I want it from you.

And I don't want none of that

stepped-on, battery acid-cut

kitty litter-tasting ass
you've been selling.

What?
You came here to buy from me?

- I'm talking clear, aren't I?
- Yeah.

That's not how it works.
Get out.

Hey, come on, yo.

I've been giving you
all my business.

You think I have dope on me?

You think I'm holding?

What? Yes.

Ain't no idiot.
I'm a hype, bro.

Look, you got dope on you,
and I just--

I just want to buy
the good stuff.

I ain't messing
with your corners.

Get out.

Hey, you really want me
going somewhere else?

I'm your best customer.

Yo, Sarge, how we feeling?

We both know that, so--

He's fine.

Do you really
want me bringing

my hard-earned cash elsewhere?

Because I'll bring
my cash elsewhere,

and I'll buy
from another prick

who ain't selling bad product,
trying to--

Shut up!
The bad batch is gone.

It didn't work!

All right, that's enough.
We'll take it. Move!

Let's go.

Get the hell
out of my house!

Come on.

Well, I'm not
gonna buy from--

Get out!

It's gotta be from you!

What the hell
are you talking about?

You setting me up?
- I--

Are you?

Go! Go, go, go!

Chicago PD!

- Chicago PD!
- Hey!

Look, I got you.
I got you. I got you.

Don't you move!
- Turn around!

Hey, I got you.

I got you.
It's all right.

Here, let me take a look.

Hey, get me an ambo.

I need an ambo now!

- We got one coming.
- All right.

I know.

Okay.

All right.

There you go.
Here.

Did you--did you--

What?

Did you get enough?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, hey, we're good.
- I didn't get enough.

We're good. It's enough.

All right. Hey.
- I didn't answer--

I tried to--

Hey, stop talking.

Just look at me.

Keep your eyes on me.

There you go.

All right.

Don't give in.

I know.

Hey, hey, hey.
Look at me.

Eyes on me.

Don't give in.
You fight it.

You fight it.

That's it.
Don't give in.

That's it.

Not yet.

You don't get to die yet.

That's it. Fight.

That's it. You fight.

Don't give in.

Voight, the paramedics.

Sarge, the paramedics.

Sergeant Voight.

You're Sergeant Voight.

Deputy Chief Reid.

Call me Charlie.

Oh. Hank Voight.

Oh!

You good?

- Yeah.
- Here.

Oh, thanks.

I heard the call
come over the radio.

Three G-Parks apprehended.

- Yes, sir.
- Nice work.

Hey, I'm not here
to slow you down.

I just figured I'd meet
your team while in action.

You keep doing your thing.

Keep on moving.
Good work.

Nope.

I got nothing
to hand off to you.

Everything's quiet,
so be grateful.

6, 10-4.

Still at 4820 Ada?

Yeah, still with the victim
at 4820 Ada.

The dog was last seen
westbound on 48th Street.

Located a suspicious auto.
No occupants.

Nothing further.

10-4.

I've got a smashed
window in a vehicle.

Owner reports an AirTag
is missing.

8230 Southwest Mays.

1226, you can hold us down
as responding.

10-4, 1226.

412.

412...

Hey, thought I'd find you
right back here.

How's Rabbit?

How do you know about Rabbit?

Platt.
Went out over the radio.

Right.

He's fine.

I mean, he got to Med.

Stable for now.
He'll pull through.

That's good.

We're gonna have
a conversation now.

That sounds like
a real fun start to one.

Mm.

I'm guessing Upton
used to do this.

Do what, exactly?

Confront you.

Huh?

We're done
with the running, okay?

I'm not gonna do it
anymore with you,

and your team shouldn't be
doing it anymore either.

I get it. Upton's gone.

You almost died
in that basement.

I mean, that must have
triggered something.

But whatever this is,
an attempt to outrun death--

You think I'm trying
to outrun death?

Yeah, maybe.

I'm not trying
to outrun death, okay?

Look, I would have been fine
to die in that basement.

Really?

Okay. Then what are you
trying to do now?

I'm working.

You're not working.

This isn't just work.
This is gonna burn you out.

Then let it.

Look, I didn't die.

I mean, I was bleeding out,
drugged, delirious.

I mean, I was dying.

But I didn't die.

You know what I saw instead?

I saw my old partner.

I mean, I saw him like
he was right there.

He said I don't get to die yet.

Told me there was more.

More?

I'm still here.

I should use the time.

All right, Marnie,
we're out of here.

Hey, uh, make sure
that all gets filed

back to Intelligence, yeah?

I'll be on the paper.
- You got it.

Whew.

So what's our over-under?

Over-under on what?

How long before Voight
picks up another scene?

I'll put 20 on three hours.

Yeah, I'll take the over.
Get some sleep.

I'm starting to
get used to it now.

There's something
about the pace.

There's a--
there's a buzz to it.

Yeah, a buzz of anxiety.

No, adrenaline.

You can't be scared.

You just--you got to go.
You got to move.

It's good.

Thank you for, uh,
pulling me up.

I was beginning to think I'd
never be in the field again.

You're welcome.
You deserve it.

Are we having a moment
right now?

We're having a moment.

- Was that--
- Stop! Two shots.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Where the hell
did those come from?

I don't know.

- What's going on?
- Police!

Ma'am, go back inside,
right now!

Hey, you see anything?

Martel, you good?

Martel?