'Cause Diego's got a cross-country meet,
and the nanny's got a class and can't take him.
How do you not know this?
No, Eva's in sat prep.
Laura, Laura, Laura.
Fine.
I'll call Gabby, see if she can cover.
Yeah.
Wrong number.
Things aren't going so great with your ex, huh?
She's seeing some guy. He's older, rich.
They travel a lot.
She's basically checked out, mom-wise.
Sorry, man.
Homicide... Senour and Archer.
ASA Stone wants us there.
- Thank you. - Uh, Tariq Bolad...
Two gunshot wounds, center mass,
wallet and keys still on him but no cell phone.
Who called it in?
Shot spotter picked up possible gunfire.
Dispatch put it over the zone.
We were first on the scene.
Is ASA Stone around?
The Ariel Kincaid murder. You remember it?
Yeah, I do.
It was two years ago.
She was raped, tortured.
They dumped her body in the locks by Navy pier.
Some rich kid did it.
- Oliver Tuxhorn. - Yeah.
That little prick... He's a person of interest
in another rape, right?
Four.
So what about him?
I started opening arguments against Tuxhorn this morning.
Tariq was my only eyewitness,
but we're not screwed
if you can link him to Tariq's murder.
Tariq's grand jury testimony will stand.
It's called "forfeiture by wrongdoing."
Tuxhorn can't benefit from the shooting
if we can prove he was responsible for it.
We'll make the link.
Please do.
If you don't, a serial rapist and murderer walks.
Tariq had been here ten years...
Originally from Sudan, married, kid on the way.
Employed as a supervisor in an office-cleaning company.
He was working on his degree nights at UIC.
Wasn't he in protective custody for the trial?
He was. Head of the detail is on his way in now.
You know, the original case file
indicates that Tuxhorn and Ariel left the Tiki on rush at 10:45.
Now, Tuxhorn says that they went to his apartment,
they had consensual B&D sex,
and then she walked out on her own.
Tariq's statement says that he saw Tuxhorn
dragging Ariel's body towards the locks where he dumped her
and he drove off.
He called 911, he went in after her,
she was already dead.
And the M.E.'s toxicology report
determined she was loaded up with ketamine.
Four other girls have made rape allegations
against Tuxhorn.
He skated on each case, combo of his daddy's money
and his high-powered attorney, Dominick Cooke.
He's the worst.
Tariq's phone records?
I'm into it with the service provider.
Subpoena's been drafted, signed off on, and dropped.
So we should have it in a few hours.
Yeah, well, we got one really big question to answer first.
Tariq Bolad's identity was supposed to be sealed.
Check into the grand jury,
court reporters, ASA's office,
whoever had access to his name or a motive to leak it,
'cause somebody figured it out.
Ken Amis, the head of Tariq's security detail,
is on his way up.
Al, you and me.
You never met a more humble,
more genuine guy in your life than Tariq.
He'd say how much this country gave him,
and he wanted to give back...
Stuff people don't say anymore.
How long you been assigned to him?
Two weeks. Me, Danny Hearst, and Todd Peterson.
Who else knew you were guarding him?
Just ASA Stone and his second chair, Valdez.
So what happened last night?
We had him at the best western O'Hare.
He's his normal self. We're watching "House Hunters."
He goes in his room, and he's in there for a while,
and I walk by, and he's sitting on the edge of his bed
with his cell phone in his hand, dead quiet.
I ask if he's okay, and he says it was
just the stress of the trial starting the next day.
And he went to the gym.
Um...
More than a half hour goes by, 40 minutes.
I call Danny, who's on the gym's front door,
but Tariq must've slipped out the back door by the bathroom.
Hmm.
Tariq got a call or a text from somebody,
and it was something that bothered him.
That was my gut.
That helps. Thanks.
Yeah, we're gonna need the information on the other two
who were watching Tariq.
So you can look into us?
You know how it works.
This is wasted time.
Me and my team didn't do anything wrong.
Except lose your guy.
Hey. Um, Tariq Bolad's wife... Widow... is, um, downstairs.
I'll go.
Hey.
So how's the new partner?
- He's a knucklehead. - Ouch.
All right.
- Hey, Burgess. - Yeah?
One day...
Yeah.
Right.
Mrs. Bolad?
I'm... I'm Detective Erin Lindsay.
I'm so sorry.
You, um...
You have no idea what Tariq went through
to get to this country...
What he witnessed, what he endured.
And after all that, to be killed here...
Were you in communication with Tariq last night at all?
Just a couple texts, saying that I loved him
and I was proud of him.
Did he seemed worried or agitated lately?
No.
I mean, I was.
Why?
We were being followed...
Starting about a month ago.
It would be a different car each time.
Did you mention this to the State's Attorney's office?
I did...
To Mr. Stone's investigators.
They looked into it, but didn't find anything credible.
But they put police officers in front of our house.
And that's when Tariq went into full protection
and I went to stay with my parents.
It's the Tuxhorn kid who paid to have Tariq killed.
I mean...
Or his dad.
Who else could it be?
We will find out.
Any objection to the State's motion
for continuance, Mr. Cooke?
Not if the court will reconsider bail.
Bail? The Tuxhorn family has unlimited resources,
not to mention hotels all over the world.
If Mr. Tuxhorn is released...
The prosecution just admitted
their case is a featherweight without a witness.
I understand you're going to give them a continuance,
your honor, but my client shouldn't have to wait it out
in jail if the state can't make its case.
The State can't make its case because the defendant
may have arranged to have a witness to be killed.
Uh, if Mr. Stone had proof of that,
we'd be in a separate courtroom with new charges.
If he'd prefer to discuss dismissal...
No shot.
Mr. Tuxhorn will surrender his passport.
Bail is set at $2 million...
And State's motion for continuance is granted.
Other motions? Nope.
We love you, Oliver!
Okay.
Wait here. Yeah.
That's an easy way to make 600 bucks, give or take.
Oh, you have an interest in this case, Detective?
I want to talk to your client.
I want to play first base for the cubs.
He doesn't want to clear his name?
I'll be in contact.
Now, will you excuse us, or do I need to call
one of those fine Cook County Sheriffs over?
Hmm.
I saw you in court. Thank you for your support.
Enjoy your freedom, douche bag.
You're not gonna have it for long.
Oliver, let's go.
Checked into Tuxhorn's visitor list from lockup.
Mail, phone, and visitor logs
show only his attorney and his family
having any contact with him.
I want you to add Tuxhorn's family members
to the list we gave financial crimes.
I want a complete workup of all their financials,
specifically any large-sum withdrawal
in the last two months or so.
Hey, Stone asked he be kept in the loop as much as possible.
I don't think I've ever disliked someone
so quickly or so intensely.
So tell me, heading down to the courthouse,
what did that accomplish?
I got to look in his eyes.
Isn't that what you always say...
"I look in people's eyes for a living"?
Fair enough. What'd you see?
He is responsible for Tariq's murder, no question.
Okay.
Just make sure you don't let this guy get in your head.
Hey, Sarge?
Tariq's cell phone dump came back in.
He got a call an hour before his murder.
Conversation lasted a minute and a half.
From a guy named Amir Dafallah.
Tariq's widow said that Amir came over here
with Tariq from Sudan.
They were best friends, but Amir never really
got his act together, always looking to borrow money.
Amir have priors?
Drunk and disorderly and resisting arrest.
Hit it.
- Yes? - Amir Dafallah?
CPD. This is a search warrant.
- What... what is going on? - Why don't you step aside?
- Excuse me. - Turn around, please.
- What... - Arms up.
All right.
Take a seat.
You know a Tariq Bolad?
What has happened to Tariq?
- So you know him. - Yes.
Did something happen to him?
Yeah, he was injured last night in a shooting.
Oh, my god.
You know anything about it, Amir?
No, no. I...
I would never hurt Tariq.
He's my closest friend.
Well, you got a funny way of showing it.
It's a .38...
Same caliber as the slugs pulled out of Tariq.
That... that is not my gun.
Stay seated.
Any reason why the serial numbers are shaved off?
All right, put your hands on the counter.
I swear to you, that is not my gun.
Amir, I'm not gonna ask you again.
Put your hands on the counter.
Hey.
So Tariq's murder might not have been about the Tuxhorns.
It might have been motivated by a personal beef.
You got to be kidding me.
Yeah, a buddy of his who came over here from Sudan.
So Oliver Tuxhorn walks.
Well, give us some time to confirm it.
I'll let you know as soon as we find out.
Yeah. Hey, Antonio.
You, uh...
You happy in Intelligence?
I'm making a change in the Investigator's Office.
It would be spearheading major investigations,
not just Chicago... Statewide.
- Are you... you're offering me... - Yeah.
Commander's pay, but more...
Weekends and holidays off, regular hours.
- See your wife more often. - I'm divorced.
Your kids, then.
I'm flattered. Seriously.
But I'm in the best unit in Chicago.
What if told you sergeant Voight
already signed off on you coming over?
Window's gonna close fast. Let me know.
Ready?
- Huh? - Ready?
Yeah.
What happened last night, Amir?
I...
Lost my job as a dishwasher...
Because they found out I...
I lied about having a criminal record.
When I got home, I got a call from INS,
saying that I was at risk of being deported back to Sudan.
So I called Tariq,
told him that I was thinking crazy thoughts.
You were gonna kill yourself.
I admit, yes, I was feeling that way.
Tariq came to meet me by the water.
He made me feel better,
told me I could stay with him and Lila.
And then he left, and...
I took the bus to my apartment.
Were you gonna kill yourself
with the gun that we found stashed in your couch?
- No, that is not my gun! - Then whose is it?
I-I do not know!
Do you understand how crazy that might seem to us?
I-I do understand, but it is the truth.
So you're happy for Tariq, his success?
Yes.
'Cause, man, he got here, he landed on his feet.
And you...
Well, you struggled. Is that a fair assessment?
Yes, but...
I have never given up hope...
Until last night.
You called Tariq. You gave him that sob story.
He went to see you.
You asked him for a lot of money.
When he turned you down, you used that gun to shoot him.
- No! - Okay, so somebody else
paid you a lot of money to draw Tariq out!
Draw him from where? No!
You know the gun is at the crime lab,
being tested for your prints right now, Amir.
And they will not find any.
All right.
You admit to calling him.
You admit to being in an agitated state last night.
We find the same caliber gun in your house.
Quit jerking us off!
Tell us the damn truth, man! Come on!
After what Tariq and I survived together...
We were like brothers.
I would never hurt him.
I don't mind the body cameras.
That's an unexpectedly enlightened attitude for you.
- Whoa, did you see that? - Yeah.
License, proof of insurance, and registration.
Here.
Any reason why you jumped the curb, sir?
Dropped my cell phone. I was reaching for it.
I'm sorry.
Okay, um, you mind stepping out of the car, sir?
- Why? - Because we need to
do a field sobriety test.
Uh, c-could we do it around the corner?
- Get out of the car, pal. - Come on.
Wow.
Business up top, party down below, huh?
Have you been drinking?
No.
What's under your skirt, there?
A chastity belt.
- I can't hear you. - It's a chastity belt!
- Burgess, help me out. - What?
- Chastity belt. - Seriously?
It's a device to, you know, secure your privates.
Good Lord.
You did this voluntarily... Just lock up your genitals?
You weren't forced to do it?
Voluntarily forced on me, I guess.
All right, we'll leave it at that.
Well, you have an extraditable warrant out of Milwaukee
for unpaid tickets,
so we're gonna have to deal with this
down at the district.
Ballistics came back.
The gun found at Amir's is a 100% match.
- That gun shot Tariq. - But...
But Amir said that he got on the bus after meeting Tariq.
So we checked the bus pass that he swiped.
He got on the westbound grand Avenue at 10:25 P.M.
Shot spotter had shots fired at 10:34 P.M.
- Mm. - Amir had already been
on this bus for 9 minute,
and he was 15 blocks away.
Amir couldn't have shot Tariq. He was set up.
Okay, follow me on this.
Tariq's wife says they were being followed.
Let's assume they were.
Let's assume somebody in Tuxhorn's camp
found out Tariq's name.
Once they knew that, they knew everything about him,
including his best friend, Amir.
First day of the trial, Amir gets fired from his job,
and he gets a threatening call from INS.
That sends him in a tailspin. He calls Tariq for help.
Now, that's either one hell of a coincidence,
or someone set Amir up.
I called the restaurant where he worked at.
They said they got an "anonymous tip"
that Amir had a record.
Then I checked his phone for that call from INS.
Didn't come from INS. Came from a pay phone downtown.
I know that's a lot of dominoes to fall,
but never underestimate what someone
with 100 million in the bank can pull off.
We got some information on Tuxhorn's older brother, Leo.
Five major priors for possession.
My guy in Narcotics told me
that he's been an addict since prep school.
Yeah, and the data just came back from financial crimes.
Leo just finished a two-month rehab stint...
Serenity Wellness Retreat,
Prescott, Arizona. Lindsay.
- Got out two weeks ago. - Put a tail on Leo.
- Got it. - Matter of fact, put a tail
on every member of Tuxhorn's family.
- Be right there. - Hey, that's Cooke's office.
Oliver Tuxhorn just became available to talk.
She leaps across the conference table...
I'll tackle her.
Gently.
I'd like to remind you and your attorney
of statute 5/5-2 of the criminal code.
Anyone who encourages, solicits, or helps...
Not to mention pays...
Someone to commit murder is as guilty of that murder
by Illinois State law as the shooter himself.
Great.
Do you have any knowledge of who may have killed
a witness in your trial?
- No. - Anyone with motive,
say, your family, ever communicate to you
that they knew the identity of the witness?
No.
Did anyone in prison ever offer to harm the witness
for you for money?
No. Mm-mm.
I heard this guy was African?
Oliver...
And how do you know that?
From my time in prison.
I met a lot of colorful characters, you know?
Huge gossips, so...
So what if he was?
A lot of anti-immigrant sentiment out there.
Could be a nice lead for you to pursue.
Okay, Oliver, we are here to answer questions,
not pose theories.
No, I spent two years
in that repulsive jail for having sex
with a chick somebody else murdered.
Why are we being polite?
They are here because my family comes from money
and it pisses them off to no end, period.
- Oliver, um... - I'll give you some advice.
Your case against me is dead. You need to move on.
Anything else?
Oh, I got a couple things I could add.
But I really don't feel like losing my job
over a little turd like you.
Well, a key was delivered. Chastity belt unlocked.
And all is well in whoville.
Close the door.
Business up top, party down below, huh?
What are you doing?
Taking a little keepsake.
What do you have under your skirt there?
A chastity belt.
- I can't hear you. - It's a chastity belt!
Mike, you should not be doing this.
Come on, what are you, a hall monitor now?
Chastity belt.
It's a device to,
you know, secure your privates.
Good Lord.
Relax.
Tariq's security detail?
No financial irregularities on any of them.
- Grand jury? ASA's office? - Same.
No big deposits or purchases.
The Tuxhorns?
That's a different deal entirely.
The Tuxhorn hotel group is a private,
family owned multimillion-dollar corporation
with no legal public reporting requirements.
How long to get into their books?
- Three or four days. - Well, you got ten hours.
And it's got to trace back to Oliver Tuxhorn himself.
Check this out.
Tuxhorn's lawyers got payments in to a P.I....
Jim Radovick.
- I know that name. - Yeah, ex-cop.
He "retired" after allegations
of excessive force and accepting bribes.
- I'll pay him a visit. - Good.
You trying to push me out of Intelligence?
ASA Stone told me you signed off on his job offer.
I can't help but think
it's because you and I have locked horns once or twice
since I got into this unit.
Well, this unit finally came together
when I took you on, Antonio.
And for that, I'll always be indebted.
And for the record...
I didn't sign off on you going there.
I recommended you.
Why?
You know, I had one good boss coming up.
He said, "never hold back a rising star."
It's your time, Antonio...
To run your own crew.
I don't believe it.
What's up, Jim?
So you still on the job, or you looking for one?
Well, still on the job.
- Hey, man. - Of all the coppers,
I thought, you know, would've washed out somehow,
and here you are still chugging away.
And me? I'm the one to get tossed out on his ass.
Come on.
Sometimes I surprise myself.
Not too bad, huh?
I'm not a millionaire,
but at least I don't have to deal
with bosses, politicians, and civilian review boards.
Yeah, there's... There's always that.
So what brings you?
So you work for Dominick Cooke.
As much as he'll let me.
You work with him on the Oliver Tuxhorn case?
You seem to know I am.
Doing what?
Usual stuff...
Background checks, poking holes in the state's case.
You looking into the eyewitness against Tuxhorn?
Why are you here, Al?
Well, that witness was killed yesterday.
Oh, okay.
You know anything about that?
Look, um...
This family, the Tuxhorns...
They got what I call a-a plantation mentality.
Everybody is a servant.
Me? As long as the checks clear,
I can deal with any kind of huge personalities, but...
They wanted to know who that witness was.
Who's they?
The dad and the brother, uh, Leo.
- The junkie? - Yeah.
He's on the outs with the family...
Black sheep-type deal.
I got the sense that, uh,
he wanted to swoop in and act a hero, you know?
- Yeah. - He even asked me in private
if I could get next to the witness,
and I said that's the first and last time
you get to ask me that question.
He waved me off like I was a homeless bum,
but he was dead serious.
Him?
Yeah, that's him.
Well, clearly rehab did not work for Leo.
Right? Look at this guy.
He is jonesing.
All right.
All right, here we go. Guy's coming in.
- You see him? - I see him.
Come on, baby. Make that exchange.
All right, that's the exchange.
- Right now? - Hit it.
Let's go grab him.
Get out of the way!
Stop! Police!
Mm!
Hey! Spit it out! Spit it out!
- Mm! - Spit it out, Leo!
- Spit it out! - Don't bite me!
- Here. - I don't want to touch it.
Shut up.
Oh, I'd say you got a real problem here, Leo.
Such an addict,
you don't toss the drugs when a couple cops are chasing you?
All right, everybody take a walk.
- Oh. - Really?
- Oh, jeez. - Now.
Come on.
- Not cool. - Wow. Great.
Do you know we just popped your brother for possession?
I don't know how much experience you have
with junkies that are looking at jail time,
but they tend to get very...
Chatty.
Why do you keep finding excuses to talk to me?
I can't let you go out and live it up...
While there's a woman alone, pregnant,
whose husband is gone because of you.
So you're just gonna keep following me around?
What about if, um...
If I go somewhere private, someplace nobody knows?
You follow me there?
Do you know what I like about Midori?
Let me guess. It reminds you of high school.
I get that a lot from girls.
No.
It stains.
Hey. Lick it up.
I know you want to.
Ladies, he usually puts the date-rape drugs
in the champagne,
but I'd toss all your drinks just in case.
Hey.
How was rehab in Arizona?
I feel a punch line coming.
Nope.
I'm serious.
You glad you went?
I am, actually.
It's still a struggle for me, obviously, but...
I'll keep trying.
Well, I know at least one thing they teach there
is that hiding from the problems in your life
is not an effective way of dealing with them.
In fact, not only do those problems
never get tackled...
They fester.
And they create even bigger problems in your life.
Is that right?
You want the name of my dealer, right?
Right?
Wrong.
I want to know how you got to the witness
in your brother's trial.
- I didn't get to him. - Did you try?
For a minute.
But then I realized the insanity of it all, and I let it go.
But your brother put you up to it, right?
He made his desires known,
but h-he didn't put anybody up to anything.
How did the witness get killed, Leo?
I have no idea.
All we have to do is lift the prints off the gun
and the fingerprints off the apartment
where the gun was stashed at.
You asked me to be honest. I'm being honest.
I don't know anything about a gun
or... or an apartment or anything.
Where were you last night?
I was at my friend's apartment off rush.
There were four people there that can attest to that.
You're a three-time loser, Leo.
You're facing some real jail time right now,
and this is your one chance to help yourself out.
I didn't do anything to that witness.
Okay, I'm a lot of things. I've made a lot of mistakes.
I-I've disappointed a lot of people.
But I'm not a killer.
Stone called.
Uh, Tuxhorn's lawyer is pushing for a motion to dismiss.
Stone needs to know if we got a leg to stand on.
How long until he needs to decide?
24 hours.
All right, check out Leo's alibi.
Copy.
Did you post that on Facebook?
Yeah.
Couple of buddies of mine...
We just share crazy stuff we see.
So you illegally accessed a CPD administrative server
to capture video from your city-issued body cam
for one purpose...
To humiliate a citizen of this city,
the same city we took an oath to protect
from bullies like you.
Other cops do it, too, Sergeant.
I mean, more than you probably realize.
So you knew about this.
I...
I didn't know that he was gonna post it on social media.
Oh.
Starting tomorrow, you're both walking
CHA vertical foot patrol in the Lathrop homes.
And, Sorensen, in your case,
that's only because I don't have the authority
to suspend you myself, you stupid son of a bitch.
But believe me, I'm working on it.
Get out of my sight...
Both of you...
Now.
- Did you rat me out? - No.
But now I wish I would have.
Hey, boss.
- We got something here. - Okay.
All right.
Take it away there, Chris. Okay.
So each and every Tuxhorn property
has its own profit and loss statement
- and its own manager. - Mm.
With access to all associated accounts, right?
Mm-hmm. Money comes in, money goes out regular,
except this one property in Dubai.
Place isn't even open yet, but it's showing profits
of $100,000 a year, going back four years.
Yeah, so it's clearly a shell.
- They've been dumping money. - But a week ago,
there's one large cash withdrawal... $300,000.
And only one person could have pulled it out... the manager.
Who's that?
Sloane Tuxhorn, Oliver's sister.
Well, that still doesn't help us,
not if we can't link her and the money back to Oliver.
She's not on the visitor or call logs to the jail.
She never emailed him.
There's no proof they communicated.
Ah, well, maybe there is.
That number, 300,000, that rang a bell, right?
So I went back through Oliver's Facebook posts that he made
while he was still in prison.
He commented on a post that his sister Sloane made
about his getting release, and I quote,
"wouldn't 300,000 likes be rad...
If that happened?"
300,000, rad... Jim Radovick.
Okay, when was this?
Two days before the murder
it's not enough to charge her.
It's enough to bluff her, though.
- We got eyes on her? - We do.
Get her ass in here.
Huh. It's Jim Radovick's statement.
Hmm.
Yeah, he's in the interview room next door.
Hmm.
Says the whole thing was your idea.
You wanted the witness killed, arranged payment.
You're the mastermind, basically.
Well, he's lying.
Everybody lies, Sloane, one way or another.
What matters is credibility...
In front of a judge, in front of a jury,
in front of us.
Right now you're looking at obstruction of justice.
It's a class 4 felony.
You'll do a year, maybe two.
That's if you cooperate
and give a full statement.
We go with Radovick's version, you're looking at bribery,
witness tampering,
and soliciting a murderer.
That's a class 2 felony.
You will do ten years.
Radovick's an ex-cop.
I'm happy to go with his version.
I just got him the money.
That's it.
Radovick said it would take a boatload of money
to get him to do it.
Uh-huh.
So I offered 300,000, and he said we were in business.
How did he get the identity of the witness?
I don't know, but he did.
And the money was only to get the witness to change his story,
not kill him.
But something went wrong.
And Oliver told you to do this...
The Facebook post from in jail.
Yes.
Hey, Al
Jim.
So what's the latest? You get the brother?
You know, driving over here,
I remembered one of the things that, um...
That got you fired from the job...
Making false arrests.
You're seriously gonna take Leo's word over mine?
Not his. His sister's.
She laid it all out.
Put your hands up, Jim.
Put your hands up.
I got kids, Al.
Put your hands up, man. Come on.
You listen to me, okay?
I went...
I went to talk to Tariq, offer him some money.
Okay?
He reached into his pocket. I thought it was a gun.
So I drew.
I saw it was a phone when he went down.
Okay, but him getting shot...
That's not premeditated.
Okay, Al? That's important.
You got to put that in your report, right?
It's not premeditated.
What about the part where you break into a man's home,
plant a weapon, and get paid 300 grand?
Was that premeditated?
Where's that little smile today, Oliver?
You know, of all the people you hurt,
you can add one more to the list... your sister.
State's Attorney's gonna push for three years.
You're pissed. You're miserable.
You want a new partner.
I get it, but, Burgess, it is not that easy.
You're just gonna have to suck it up.
I didn't say anything.
- You're right. You didn't. - Yeah.
I'm doing all I can.
I know.
- Hey. - Hey.
Nothing. I'll catch you later.
All I ever wanted to be was a Chicago cop.
Well, it sounds like you still would be...
Still bringing down the bad guys,
still serving your city, just changing locations.
This guy Stone...
I like him.
He's a straight shooter,
doesn't play politics, fights for the right things.
I could go to battle with him.
How often can you say that about somebody?
Yeah.
You also got to think of this as a life question,
not just a job question, you know?
I mean, when I went over to Ambo,
it really helped me out in terms of home life,
big-time.
Would the hours be normal?
Normal-ish,
not like Intelligence hours.
'Cause Diego's race that you missed...
He won.
- Hey. - Hey.
Thanks for your help.
It's a team effort.
Tariq never should have slipped through protective custody.
That one's gonna haunt me.
Looks like you need a new lead investigator.
You know of a good one?
Me.
I was hoping for some good news.
Welcome aboard, Antonio.
Looking forward to working with you.
5021 George, hold us down on a personal at 4800 Hazel.
10-4, we're holding you down.
This is silly. You've already met her.
But now we're dating, so it's...
- Hold on, this was your idea. - Yeah, I know.
But I was a little drunk and feeling sentimental.
We don't need to do this.
It's gonna be fine.
Okay, there was zero parking on the street
and when I went around to the parking lot,
it was $20 a day, flat fee.
Okay, Mom. Nobody wants to
hear about parking problems, ever.
It's good to see you, Bunny.
Jay, nice to meet you formally.
So... Jay and I are living together now.
I've heard a lot of good things about you.
No, you haven't.
Okay. Let's just keep this short and sweet,
even if we all have to fake it.
Sweetheart, I've been meaning to call you Beca...
Jay, would you mind? Could we just have one minute?
- Sure. - No.
What is wrong with you?
What do you need? Do you need to borrow money?
You can't just come have breakfast with my boyfriend
and be nice and leave it at that?
We need to talk.
Then talk.
Uh... 10-1, 10-1, 2622, shots fired.
Patrol 2622, you have the air.
- I need a location. - I need to talk.
Officer down, my partner's been shot.
- 650 North State. - We gotta go.
Officer shot. Please send help!
All units stay off the air.
We have to get him up!
I can't move him on my own. I can't... I can't get a pulse!
All right, all right, come on, come on!
Let's go, let's go.
- Where did the shot come from? - I don't know!
5021 George, we're on scene of the 10-1.
Keep the cars keep coming.
We got an active shooter in the area.
Notify responding units there's plain clothes at the scene.
I need all intersections blocked to Med.
Have a supervisor initiate an officer down detail.
Come on, buddy. Come on!
It's gotta be a south-facing balcony.
- See anything? - Nothing.
Stay with me, Anthony! Stay with me!
No, back inside, back inside.
All right, hey, no one leaves this building.
Get me some units around back. Have them cover all sides.
All right, go door-to-door. Gather everyone in the lobby.
Everyone gets interviewed.
Hello, Sarge.
Probationary officer that was shot
is Anthony O'Sullivan.
He was responding to a man in the lobby with a gun.
So we're searching the whole complex right now.
He was only two months out of the academy, Sarge.
What's his training officer say?
He's on his way to Med right now,
but he said he didn't hear or see the shot.
Well, the original call was a man with a gun.
Get me the time and location. And make sure the kid's family
- is headed over to the hospital. - Copy.
Sarge, we need you up here, boss.
Eighth floor.
Single .223 round.
Probably an AR-15.
This was an execution.
Shooter's in the wind. It's unknown
how many offenders at this time. Looks like he or they
were lying in wait.
- Only one shot fired. - If this is like Dallas,
we need to worry about contagion.
Sympathizers, copycats. I'll keep details limited.
We're in contact with CPIC, FBI and Homeland.
Running every active threat against police.
Hank, I want you running point on this.
City-wide.
Yeah.
Forensics and the crime lab are processing
- the scene right now. - All right.
I'll canvass the alley for personal security cameras
- and I'll run pods, all right? - Yeah.
Yeah, I knew this kid, O.
He was in the search warrant class I taught at the academy.
He was gonna be good police.
Come on.
Gotta keep moving.
Come on.
Yeah.
We pulled up down the block.
Anthony got out of the squad first.
- I was right behind him. - Okay.
I glanced down the street, and then... he dropped.
After the shot, did you see any movement?
I didn't see.
You didn't see or hear anything?
There wasn't anything.
There was no gunshot, no muzzle flash.
It happened so fast, I didn't see...
I was his eyes. I just didn't see.
Nothing you could have done would have prevented that.
Know that.
That's Anthony's parents.
My god.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
We did everything we could.
- I'm very sorry. - Ohh. Oh.
Anthony O'Sullivan. He grew up in Sauganash.
Still lived there with his parents.
He was class commander and graduated first of his class
from the academy two months ago.
Here, I only pulled our latest and greatest
active threats to police.
Yeah, we got two white separatists
aligned with two anti-government groups.
And our top six are bangers who attended
a summit last month.
Three West Side gangs were in attendance.
They vowed to kill police officers for the killing
of young black men.
Word on the street is they had snipers
on the roof last night.
So patrol still has no suspects.
There was no 911 calls for shots fired.
So we're thinking that the shooter used
a flash suppressant and a silencer.
And most likely was monitoring our radios.
Nothing off ballistics. Bullet doesn't match a gun on file.
Your office.
So start narrowing.
Who has access to a gun, who's online spewing hate.
And I don't care if that crime scene was licked clean.
There's a path that leads straight to that balcony.
Hey, man, um...
Uh...
Jeremy at the State's Attorney's office has been
running his mouth.
He said that you're taking a job over there
as their lead investigator?
Is that true?
I did take the job.
What?
Yeah.
Start Monday.
I was gonna tell you guys earlier, but...
Come on, we got work to do.
Superintendent wants a press conference.
What happened to limited details?
We need to consider Chicago's climate.
That's exactly what I'm considering.
Have you seen the board out there?
I got a white cop shot from a rooftop
and a half a dozen black males as suspects.
Got a pop off cell towers at the shooting site.
Booker Ford. He's on our short list.
Associated with the corner hustlers.
CPIC's got him pinged for making
online threats towards the police.
He's got a failure to appear warrant out on him,
and his cell hit the tower within two hours of shooting.
- Hit it. - We got it.
Ruzek, get the front.
All right, hit it.
Chicago PD!
Police!
Go!
Uhh!
Don't move!
Get on the ground! On the ground!
Don't move. Don't move.
You good?
Yeah.
So it's all true. Great and mighty CPD
throws me in a black site for resisting arrest. Mm!
"Gut them pigs and give 'em wings."
I like this one.
"We need to slit them end to end."
- That's just talk. - Well, that's not just talk
- when a cop gets shot. - I didn't kill any cop.
Your cell phone puts you right in the area.
I was out driving this morning.
I didn't kill anybody.
"Going out to slaughter the first pig I see."
I watched every video you posted online.
You seemed awful sure of yourself.
Now it's just talk?
Now that it's real, and the blood's dry?
What, you gonna just curl up in a little ball?
- Own up to it. - If I killed the police,
I wouldn't waste a bullet on a kid.
I'd go after one of the old-timers.
Just like you...
Where all our problems really started.
Go ahead. Go ahead.
Beat another black man who's cuffed.
Show me what we both already know.
Boss.
What?
We got something.
So a pod caught the truck
leaving the alley right after the shooting.
It was the only vehicle to do so within our window.
Next thing we know, this traffic light
- snaps the truck two miles away. - I ran the plates.
It was stolen from an auto park in Downers Grove ten months ago.
Tact team found it parked one block north.
And they're still sitting on it.
All right, take it.
- Bring Jay and Lindsay. - All right, Sarge.
- Anything from Booker yet? - Take it means go now.
Copy.
They don't want cops in this city?
That's fine. Let's pull out. Let's pull out.
Let them police themselves. See how long that lasts.
Right down there.
Car's parked at the tail end of a dead end alley.
- No one's approached. - Did you see any movement
- inside the vehicle? - No. Plain clothes walked by.
- Car looks cold. - Looks like he ditched it.
- We almost missed it back there. - We'll approach with you,
just in case he's in there laying low.
- All right. - Let's go.
Chicago PD! Anybody in the car,
come out with your hands up.
Is that your radio?
I think so, yeah.
Wait, wait. Hold up.
Something doesn't feel right.
Erin, check your radio.
- Get down! - Riley!
Where did that come from?
- Riley! - We're going! Cover us!
Go get your squad! Go get your squad! Go!
Where is he? Where is he?
Ten o'clock on the roof!
I got her! Go, go, go, go!
Hold on! Hold on! Riley, hold on!
Cover us!
- We got you! - Come on, come on!
Come on! Come on, get us the hell out of here!
- He's moving! - Garcia, you get on the horn!
You call a 10-1 right now! We need backup!
- Copy that! - Lock down the block!
- Let's go, let's go. - Go, go!
You're clear.
Uh, we got a rope.
He rappelled down.
Need a location.
5021 George, we're on scene of the 10-1.
We got an officer inbound with a gunshot wound to the head.
Offender believed to be on foot,
heading westbound on the rooftops.
- Roll air one. - Easy.
Here.
- Talk to me! - She's been down eight minutes.
All right, let's get her on the gurney.
Will, I can't move my hands.
All right. I got her.
- Okay. - I got her.
Let's go, keep moving.
Um, Will...
Will says that she, uh,
she died before she hit the ground, for whatever the...
Okay.
So we know area central and patrol
shut the whole block down.
I know a perimeter search is underway,
but every camera in the area was vandalized.
The highway was spitting distance.
- Did we get a look at him? - Boss, he kept low.
This guy, the way he shot... He was trained.
He was military!
The truck was a lure! It was bait!
We never should have been in the alley.
That son of a bitch knew we'd come in hot.
We had no cover. He had a remote vantage point.
Triangulated us from above.
And then we were freaking target practice!
He jammed our frequency.
All the cell phones and the radios, they were all down.
Put a call into OEMC and tech lab.
Let me know as soon as you hear.
Ballistics are a match.
Bullets came from the same gun as the weapon
that killed Anthony.
Truck's being processed for prints.
It's possible Booker maybe had an accomplice?
I mean, that cat might hate the police,
but he never left the West Side of Chicago.
I checked his financials and his online movements.
I mean, his only online fingerprint is Facebook.
I just don't see this cat hooking up with an army sniper.
We hold him for 48, but we go with what we know.
There's an active shooter
targeting the Chicago Police Department.
We got 200 more enemies just like Booker.
So we keep narrowing down this board,
based on training in military and law enforcement.
And we hit every single one.
Hey, I got one. Robert Dean, pinged from the tip line.
Two neighbors overheard Dean boasting about the shootings.
He's a dishonorable discharge from the naval reserves.
He's been jailed twice since.
Believes he was set up by the cops.
CPIC's had him on watch for six months,
and he's on parole for resisting arrest.
Okay, so we move on him first.
Call Crowley. Tell her to go ahead with the press conference.
And today, two Chicago police officers
were targeted and murdered.
For one reason only:
Because they were police officers.
Those officers... Will never return home.
Every day,
you risk your lives for this city.
For the people you love.
For your families, your friends.
And for strangers.
And for those who resent you.
Your job is to still protect them.
No threat changes that.
You serve. You protect.
And you all come home tonight.
Dismissed.
Okay, bring it in. Listen up!
Listen up.
Our target is Robert Dean.
We're gonna hit him quick and clean.
All right, let's do it.
Place is empty.
Nobody's home. We got eyes?
Nothing yet.
Erin.
Black four door sedan, coming your way.
That's a positive. That's him.
What's he doing?
He made us. Move!
Do not move! Turn the car off, nice and slow!
Now put your hands outside the vehicle.
Do it, or we will light you up!
Do it now!
Pop the trunk.
I hope every cop in this city gets smoked.
Shut up.
Get him in the cage.
The average citizen is 60 times more likely
to be killed by a cop than a terrorist.
Sixty times!
- Yeah? - Yeah.
If you guys are gonna keep on murdering innocent people,
and we don't fight back, it's gonna get worse.
We'll be living in a police state,
if we aren't already.
So yeah, sorry.
Glad two of your own were killed.
Blood needs to spill in a revolution.
That what you're hoping for?
Shot heard 'round the world?
This is the part you're gonna hate.
It wasn't me.
Your guns are being inventoried
and checked as we speak.
It wasn't me. I keep those guns for defense.
And I seen the news. I wasn't anywhere near all that.
I had breakfast at Forman's this morning, out with some buddies.
All right?
Receipt's in my wallet. You can check.
Yeah. We'll check that.
Yeah.
It should take about five minutes.
Yeah, right.
Your story falls apart, though...
I'm come back downstairs.
Every fear you ever had about cops is gonna come true.
Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?
You have no idea.
Yeah.
Oh, I was checking into your... into your file.
I saw a report about six months ago,
you had a little altercation at your house.
Remember?
I think your girlfriend's ex came over.
He made threats, knocked you around a little.
Yeah, well... that's right.
Who'd you call to clear it up?
Yeah, I will. Yeah.
Don't even bother. I need you back out.
What? We just left Med.
Yeah, Mike, I'm aware of your schedule.
I need you back out.
No.
- Excuse me? - I'm not going.
I wanna talk to somebody from peer support.
Okay, okay, look. I understand we're all grieving.
And we will have time for that. But right now,
I need every available officer out there
trying to find who killed two of our own.
I said no!
Mike!
- Don't do this now. - No...
You don't have to do this right now, okay?
I got 20 years, I'm vested.
I will sign my PAR papers, and I will get them
to you tomorrow.
No. No, no, no.
I'm done.
I'm sorry, guys.
I'd rather be a living beach bum in Tampa than...
Than a dead cop in Chicago.
Anyone else wanna quit?
No? Me neither. Let's get back to work.
My mom.
Sarge.
Receipt checks out. Two waitresses confirm
Dean was there for two hours.
Restaurant's sending over the security footage,
but it's looking like he's not our guy.
- Okay. Crime scene? - Still processing it.
We're running every pod, sweeping every building
and we've got knock-and-talks going for two square miles.
Well, we got another option.
It's not gonna lift any spirits.
Um, we checked with OEMC.
Now, the jammers that were used to interrupt
our radios and our cell phones, they're easy enough to buy.
But for them to work that well, you gotta know
- police frequencies. - The shooter was too prepared.
You know, SUV was stolen ten months ago.
It's methodical. Well-trained.
Those two shots weren't easy.
So you think we trained him.
Yeah. We re-tracked all fired employees.
Five stood out.
There's three that moved out of state.
They're accounted for.
One's in jail on an assault charge.
And then, uh, there's this guy.
- Carl Dougherty. Son of... - Mark Dougherty?
A cop?
Whoa.
Mark Dougherty was killed in the line of duty.
The night he died at Chicago Med,
the line of cops waiting to pay their respects
wrapped all the way around the place.
Yeah, he was a solid cop. Even a better man.
Well, Carl tried to follow in his dad's footsteps.
He was kicked out of the academy after four months
for exhibiting erratic behavior.
Wha... so, what? Then he goes on a killing spree?
He filed two complaints with the Department.
Last year for wrongful termination.
Both went unanswered. CPIC hasn't been tracking him
for ten months because he shut down all of his social media.
But up until that point, he had been posting vague threats.
"They'll pay." "One day they'll pay."
Carl was recently diagnosed with delusional disorder.
So we're waiting to get those records now.
We know where he's hanging his hat?
He's with his mom, Cathy.
Okay.
Now I don't understand. Is Carl okay?
- Is he in trouble? - We need to know
- where he is, ma'am. - He wanted to try living alone.
Just for a few months. The hospital said it was okay.
I found him a cheap rental online with a roommate.
- Just for a few months. - Do you have that address?
What is going on? Is he really in trouble?
Ma'am, we need his address.
Chicago PD!
Body!
It's the roommate.
- Clear! - Clear!
I gotta get this door.
- Get that door. - Ready.
- Go. - Yeah.
Go, go, go!
This is our cop killer.
Oh, man.
Body found is Martin Fuller. He's Carl's roommate.
There was a 9mm at close range.
M.E. believes he was killed 36 hours ago,
before the first officer was shot.
Now, Ruzek said Carl's journals spelled out his plans to the letter.
Blueprints, escape routes.
He's got everything down in detail.
Yeah, except his endgame.
It's referred to over a dozen times in his books
but never spelled out.
Carl's picture's been sent to the news,
and all call messages are out all over the zone.
Now we flagged his financials.
Bank accounts, credit cards. Guy's gone dark.
His phone's off and he hasn't used a single card
in the last ten months.
Well, he knows better.
What about family?
We've got cars sitting at his mother's house.
His aunt's in Edison Park, and his mom's on her way in.
Thanks for coming in, Dr. Charles.
Of course.
Look, I know you guys are up against it,
so I'm just gonna start talking, okay?
Please do.
Based on Carl's age and previous diagnosis,
it appears that he is no longer able to differentiate
between illusion and reality.
Records indicate that he was diagnosed
with a delusional disorder of the persecutory type.
Meaning that even though he appears organized,
he is functioning under a fixed but false set of beliefs.
Based on?
That's where it gets a little murky.
Most people who suffer from this disorder
build a system on a foundation of slights.
Right? Some incredibly minor.
The guy on the El who took your seat.
Some not so small.
The company that took your job away.
These are all dramatically amplified to this fellow, okay,
representing those who have neglected, maligned,
even conspired against him, all right?
Those who've caused him pain.
Like the Chicago Police Department.
His dad, his job. I mean, it's highly possible
that this guy thinks that the CPD
is responsible for his suffering.
How that might play into his delusion is hard to say.
He believes killing cops is righteous.
It's likely.
Mark raised him right.
We both did.
I remember Carl when he was a kid.
From the FOP picnics.
All Carl ever wanted to do was make his father proud.
He just...
He just wasn't built the same.
Look...
I'm sorry you're having to go through this.
I mean, I know this is a lot to grasp right now, Cathy.
But... The last time you saw Carl...
I mean, did he say anything?
I mean, anything out of the ordinary?
Like a plan. Maybe a person.
He said he wanted to go home.
- Okay. - I told him,
"sweetheart, you... You have a home.
If you wanna move back, that's fine."
He just shook his head and said he wanted to go back home.
How long have you been in your home in Rogers park?
Eight years.
We moved there after mark died.
Where did you live prior to that?
Bridgeport.
Is that the house Carl grew up in?
Yes.
We're gonna need that address.
If you find him and he did this...
Please don't kill him.
Please.
Remember the night we lost Mark Dougherty?
Yeah. Shut down the entire city.
Tracked that son of a bitch who shot him all the way to Gary.
Got handcuffs on him.
Had a confession before the sun came up.
Yeah, it was good police work.
All I remember about that night was the crime scene.
Mark Dougherty, two bullets in the head,
bleeding out in the gangway.
- Yeah. - It's just like my dad.
Hey, Sarge, we're ready to go.
Hello.
Is this Carl?
Yes.
Hey, Carl, this is Hank Voight
with the CPD.
- Are you alone in the house? - No.
I have hostages.
I will kill them.
Please call a hostage situation now.
All right, I'm gonna do that.
But I need you to talk to me first
so I know what it is I'm calling in.
Can you tell me who's inside?
- Are they safe? - They're safe now.
Okay, good.
We're gonna keep it that way.
Carl, what are we doing here?
You're not a hostage negotiator.
No, no, I'm not.
But... I can help.
Look, why don't you tell me what it is you're after?
You're supposed to call in support.
I need the dozen cars, the command post,
the hostage negotiator.
Well, that's all coming.
I just thought, for right now,
let's you and me talk about how we're gonna end this.
Carl, I knew your father.
He was a good man.
Look, if you walk out that door right now, hands raised,
I can personally make sure you won't be harmed.
Not harmed?
It's too late for that. You've already done too much.
- I know what you've been doing. - Carl.
I've seen the news. You just keep going.
- Look, take it easy, Carl. - Where are they?
Where are the rest of them?
The cops should be here by now.
Unless you didn't call them.
Carl. Carl, you there?
Carl, I need you to talk to me.
You all killed him.
You killed him. You put a bullet in his chest.
And then left.
You scattered until there was nothing there anymore.
And it keeps going!
Carl, we can get you help.
- We can move past all of this. - You're supposed to
call in support!
I need the dozen cars, the command post,
the hostage negotiator.
He's got the whole place rigged with explosives.
He's trying to get as many cops here as he can.
All right, Carl. Let's talk about your father.
You killed him!
I know what you're gonna do.
This little girl in here, this mother,
all the people outside, my family,
you're gonna hurt every single one of them.
You're a cop! So you can hurt people.
No, Carl. I didn't become a cop to hurt anyone.
The exact opposite.
Listen to me.
My father was a cop like yours.
And he died in the line of duty, like yours.
Look that... that can cast a big shadow, believe me.
But... what I've done as a cop,
and as a man...
Is to try to make him proud.
You can do that right now, Carl.
It is not too late.
Just put the gun down and walk out that door.
Your dad will be proud of you.
Carl.
Think of your dad, Carl.
No.
- Carl. - No.
You're gonna kill all of them.
- I can't let you. - Carl.
I can't.
I won't let you.
Take it.
It's okay. It's okay. All right.
Let's get you guys out of here.
Okay. All right, come on. Let's go.
Come on, let's go!
Say it ain't so, man.
Yeah. It's time for the next chapter.
I'm always gonna owe you, man.
For what?
You brought me into the unit.
I just hope I did you proud.
I brought you on because you were dating my sister.
I thought you were gonna be family.
If I knew you were gonna break up with her,
I'd have stuck you at the guard shack at headquarters.
- Timing's everything. - Ha.
Knowing the cop you've become...
Knowing that you're here...
That made it easy for me to take the investigator's job.
Well, I appreciate it, man. Here.
- Love you, bro. - Love you, too.
All right, let's go to Molly's. Let's do it.
Oh, nice touch, Christopher.
Tough day. For all of us.
- Hey. - Hey.
How you holding up?
Okay. Thank you.
I heard your partner... What's his name, Sorensen?
- Yeah. - That he turned his badge in.
Yeah.
He's not here to give his version,
so I'm gonna hold off on mine.
But yeah, he quit.
Well, I got a spot open in Intelligence.
Yes!
I hope that's where you were going with that.
I'll see you upstairs Monday morning.
- Lindsay. - Yeah!
Oh, hey! Oh, man.
Man of the hour!
- Hey! - Ooh!
Hey.
Thanks. For everything.
No, thank you, man. Thank you.
Speech! Speech!
It's hard to say good-bye.
Especially on a day like this.
But, uh...
Been an honor working with you all.
Thank you.
Cheers.
- To the blue. - To the blue.
When you say you have an emergency,
I really hope you mean it.
Your dad is in town.
And he wants to see you.
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