- See? - I don't know, man.
What you mean? That is the best I got.
I spent my whole off day
looking for these 18 different properties.
Just saying, this is Burnside.
It's a little underdeveloped, lotta crime, but look at that.
Shoot, I mean, as long as you get a good deal
through CPD's real estate program.
Nah, man, I just wanna kind of do this
away from the badge, you know?
To do it as me, not as a cop.
All right, well, then I'm gonna shoot you straight.
You're gonna spend all your money.
Damn right.
And all my time.
Speaking of time. Mine is up.
I've got a late dinner with Kim.
Ah. That explains the shirt.
I'll see you later. Be safe, yeah?
Yeah, you too.
Damn!
Hey, who's got next?
Come on.
I got next.
- All right. - All right.
What, you're not impressed?
No.
You think they could've shot this better?
All right, look, anyone who lives here knows
there is two Burnsides.
So you Burnside born and raised?
No, I left Bronzeville for here.
You left Bronzeville for here?
The Black metropolis?
Okay.
- For here? - For here.
People make communities.
- Let me ask you this. - Hmm?
So how do two people meet at a bar,
talk for hours,
and fail to learn each other's names?
More fun that way.
Okay, stranger,
you wanna dance?
Uh-huh. I do.
Not here.
There she go.
- Hey. - Hey, you.
Girl, talk to me.
We're getting personal now, huh?
- Yeah, we about this, baby. - Mm-hmm.
Unless you wanna remain nameless.
I'm Celeste.
Mm.
Kev.
Hmm.
- Impressive art. - Thanks.
You a artist?
Or activist?
More like slacktivist.
Just fighting the good fight from my own little lane.
That one's by one of my kids.
Bit of Ernest Withers' social realism
at play there for sure.
Kids?
Oh, I teach art.
- Okay. - Mm.
Okay.
You want coffee?
I'm not making you breakfast, but I will give you coffee.
Nah, I'm okay.
I should probably start getting ready for work.
What do you do?
Come on, it's your turn.
I just do boring work for the city, that's all.
So what's up?
Can I call you?
No.
You should come find me again.
Keep it interesting.
Whoa, hey, what's going on?
Getting additional tickets over here.
Let's get more cars to the shots fired.
94th and Ellis.
50-21 David, plain clothes responding.
Hey, how many offenders on scene?
- We still got offenders? - Just rolled up.
Hey, we're gonna need some paramedics over here.
- It's en route. - Okay.
Hey.
Hey, hey. You're okay.
You're okay, I'm a cop. You gonna be all right.
Dad!
Dad, please! Please, wake up!
Where are those paramedics?
I got this. Get in there, come on.
We got multiple GSW.
He's already lost a lot of blood.
Please, somebody help my dad! He's bleeding!
Please, he's been shot. Help me!
- I'm coming. - Hey, where are you going?
He's gone, I'm sorry.
He's already gone.
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What happened?
It's all good. What do we got?
Drive-by shooting, four vics
and a pedestrian on the other side of the line.
A father was hit right here.
His daughter was grazed on the passenger side.
- Out-of-towners from Madison. - Huh.
Decided to go through the drive-through,
he takes a GSW in the back.
Hey, the daughter see anything?
Uh, yeah, she saw the car.
It was a red SUV, two offenders.
Both were masked and hooded,
and it was the passenger who was dumping the shots.
Name of the victim is Anthony Wiggins.
Yeah, he rolled with the Burn City Hustlers.
Did a 10-year stint for drug trafficking,
was released a month ago.
So based on the amount of lead this guy took,
trajectory of the bullets,
we think Wiggins was the target.
All the rest of this is just collateral damage.
We're waiting on the server
for the footage from the restaurant,
but the place next door, they got security cams
and it's pretty clear from the video.
We can't see the shooting,
but the whole block had a good view.
There was kids sitting on a stoop when the shots went off.
All right. So knock-and-talk the hell out of them.
Rest of us, grid-search for the weapon.
Dig into all gang disputes.
- Let's go, Ru. - Yeah.
- See that? - Yeah.
You left early. I didn't even hear you leave.
I was trying to let you sleep.
We talked all night. I just wanted to go to work.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Slow down...
- I'm not gonna talk to you. - Hey!
Man, you don't have to talk to me,
but the way you walking off fast makes me feel like
you know something, so did you see that shooting or not?
I wasn't a witness.
So go ahead and roll on out
and claim it was another gang on gang shooting.
Go on, sellout.
"Sellout"?
That's original.
I'ma keep it moving. We got everything we need.
We know for a fact that the dude that got shot
was active with the Burn City Hustlers.
Keyword, "was."
So you know something I don't?
Kid implies that Wiggins was no longer in the game.
Changed his life, found God in the penitentiary.
Confirmed that with Stateville.
While inside, Wiggins actually started
a violence intervention program.
Huh.
Two days ago, confronts this man,
Moe Hubbard, street legend from the 90s.
Hubbard has never done time.
He was arrested six times.
Dealing, homicide, nothing has ever stuck.
Teflon.
So two days ago, when Wiggins confronts Hubbard,
somebody catches it on Instagram.
Watch this.
Wait.
What you gotta say, baby?
You just a pariah, Hubbs.
A weak pathetic thug preying on young brothers.
See, you talk too much, man.
- Way too much. - 48 hours later,
Higgins was killed in that drive-through.
All right, we got anything concrete?
Connect Hubbard to the shooting?
No, of course not.
No red SUV,
no ballistics match, but we're still digging.
Where's Hubbard now?
Got a recording studio for young rappers.
Acts like he's all about the kids.
Promises hope, hands them guns instead.
Hmm, all right, rest of you keep digging.
Kev, let's you and me pay Hubbard a visit.
Hmm. Okay.
Moe Hubbard.
Ah.
Y'all must be here about that shooting.
Hmm.
How can I be of service?
So you knew Anthony Wiggins?
Violence interventionist?
Yeah, my guy.
Yeah? You guys don't look too chummy.
Way too much. You know you talk...
Two days later, he was dead.
You know anything about that?
Getting shot up?
Nah, can't relate.
I know if you a violence interventionist
and you get shot,
you probably just got fired.
You know, intervention is a dangerous line of work.
- Oh, yeah. - Mm-hmm.
Where were you this morning?
Man, here.
Finishing up some songs.
I'm gonna need your security footage from this morning.
Would be my pleasure.
Son of a bitch basically told us he did it.
Well, there he is at the time of the shooting.
- He could've outsourced the job. - We got something.
Restaurant footage finally came in.
Okay, so... yeah, here we go.
Red SUV swerves into the lot.
The passenger fires at Wiggins' car
- and then, here we get 'em. - Looks like kids.
You can't see faces, but you can see the driver's hat,
and you can just make out the bottom of the logo.
Now, we ran it through every system we got
and came back Chi-Teen Arts.
Privately run program contracted by CPS.
It's the only arts program they use.
At-risk teens, they get referred
by their teachers, counsellors.
Who runs it?
Woman by the name of Celeste Nichols.
She lives in Burnside.
Well, let's hope this Miss Nichols
can help us ID at least one of the offenders.
Hit it.
Kev, you and me? Yeah?
Yo, Ru.
- Yeah? - Um...
I need you to take this one for me.
Why? What's going on?
Last night at the Pennyhole,
I met her, Celeste.
I know her.
Oh.
And she does not know I'm a cop.
I'll go talk to her.
Get some names, be in and out, real easy.
- I got you, man. - My man.
Celeste Nichols? Chicago PD.
Full disclosure, any truancy or juvie issues
must go through CPS.
I don't give information on my kids.
This is their safe space.
Yeah.
Wow. These are powerful images.
The kids are really good.
"Tale of Two Cities" kind of thing.
Okay.
Way the kids see themselves...
Yeah.
Way the rest of the world sees 'em.
Yeah, I like that.
Celeste, we think two of your students are in trouble.
CPD's in my class, I'd say so too.
Ms. Nichols,
do you recognize either of the boys in these images?
Yes?
It's...
I mean, it's not very good quality.
Well, you can see the Chi-Teen Arts logo.
And we think one or maybe both of them are students here.
Take a look again.
They're covered up.
It's grainy.
Yeah, but Celeste, it feels like you can tell.
- Could be anyone. - That makes things difficult.
That means we're gonna have to come down here,
and we're gonna have to talk to all 175 of your students,
possibly have to put them down as persons of interest.
Ms. Nichols,
we're gonna have to put them on the record, so...
Yeah? Is that right?
Yeah, it is.
Or you can come down to the station,
and you can talk to us.
Like I told the first two officers,
it's very hard to recognize who that is.
The concern in your voice says otherwise.
You came here because
you clearly care about the kids in this photo.
That's a presumptive opinion, at best.
At worst, the truth?
I'm here because your cop friend
threatened the safety of the kids in my class.
He knew exactly why I wouldn't want them
put in your system, in your gang database,
and so he used that to get me here
and put me in a cold interrogation room
to make me feel as if I've done something wrong.
- Smart. - Mm.
Okay.
Kids in that photo
shot four people.
This guy died en route to Chicago Med.
Victim by the name of Anthony Wiggins,
he died on scene.
So that's why my cop friend brought you here.
Yes or no,
do you know who they are?
No. No, I don't.
I have 175 kids in my program,
and this photo doesn't show me enough to ID them.
But I do have another class to prep for,
and I know my rights.
I'd like to leave now.
So you're actually kind of into this lady?
Come on, man.
How'd you avoid telling her you're CPD?
Just felt kind of good to be the dude she met at the bar
- and not the Black cop. - Mm.
Didn't have to defend the badge,
didn't have to prove my Blackness, that's it.
Hey, she's moving, she's moving, she's moving.
Hey, I need you to call me, okay?
I don't care what the cops are saying,
but I need to hear it from you, okay, so call me.
Sure seemed like whoever she was calling
was our offender.
I could bring her back in.
I doubt that'll get her talking.
Probably just make her angrier.
She wasn't angry.
We could put a warrant on her phone.
Look, there's no way the DA is gonna sign off on that.
- Look, we need more. - Hey.
Okay, so I ran Celeste's social media.
She seems close with most of her kids,
and she's right, it is their safe space.
But 73 of her male students were in CPS at the time of the shooting.
So I ran the remaining 27.
Of those, these four stood out.
Sarge, she spends extra time with these four.
She takes them on field trips and books them art shows.
They've each had a rough upbringing,
lots of juggling with family.
They're all into art and music,
so they could've crossed paths with Hubbard, so...
Well, we still need more.
A lot more.
Okay.
I know her.
Celeste.
I met her at a bar.
Didn't feel like sharing?
I didn't think it would matter.
But she does not know I'm a cop.
Huh.
So I work her. I get a number off the cell phone
and I confirm the name.
Well, that's a good idea.
You do that.
Hey.
You know, you never gave me your number.
So I figured I'd find you.
See, pure romance.
Hmm.
You okay? This a bad time?
Bad day.
Yeah, I understand.
Well, you know, if you're gonna feel better all by yourself,
it probably would've happened by now.
Come on, come on.
Okay, so this, this isn't working at all.
What?
I was supposed to be cheering you up.
I'm good.
Mm?
Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.
You playing it off well, but I can tell
you ain't really... Ain't really listening.
My job is sometimes harder than...
Kids, they just pains in the ass?
No, no, they're just...
They're just kids.
Not allowed to be for very long, you know?
How is that?
How is it not?
They got Burnside, Garfield Park,
Anglewood all telling 'em,
"Don't get caught lacking.
"Keep your gun,
keep eyes in the back of your head or lose your head."
You know, they got the police, they got TV,
hell, they got social media
all showing them the angry Black woman,
the scary Black man, a Black kid
shooting another Black kid.
"So be ready.
Be running, be afraid of your own."
I'm sorry.
I'm ranting. Let's...
- No. - Talk you.
No, you're not ranting at all. It's okay.
I got a little brother and a little sister.
Yeah?
I raised them,
so I get it.
Most of the time, it does feel like it's us
versus whatever world the white man forced on us
- or us versus... - Against the world that
- we had to force on ourselves. - On ourselves.
Right.
I swear,
people never get how hard it hurts
to not have a place
to feel seen.
You know, I can probably use another girl beer.
- Before we go there. - Yeah.
I'ma get you one.
You stay right there. Hold on.
Hey, are you all right?
Hey, okay, no, no, no, no. Slow down, slow down.
What happened?
I get that, but this is not the solution.
Okay, I'm on my way right now.
- What's going on? - I, um, I just gotta...
I got something to take care of.
Is that one of your students? 'Cause I can help.
No, I don't need any help.
Is this kid okay?
No. No, I don't think so.
I don't know what I'm gonna do, but I gotta do something.
Yeah, well, let me come with you.
I know you don't know me that well,
but I'm guessing from everything you just told me,
whoever this kid is,
I promise you, I can help.
Okay.
Okay, come on.
So who's this kid?
Lewis.
Lewis Dotson.
He's sweet.
He's been a student of mine for two years.
Oh, turn right, right here.
- Place looks abandoned. - It is.
He said he's in the back unit.
Lewis Dotson, 15.
He's one of the four we ID'd, no priors.
Not a lot of truancies.
Good kid.
Okay, everybody is in position?
Just stay steady. Let Atwater get him talking.
Wait for my signal.
You're okay.
- No, uh-uh... - Look, he's Kevin, okay?
- No, no. - A friend.
I don't know this guy, Ms. Nichols.
- He's gonna help. - No.
Hey, Celeste, I can step out.
- It's okay. - No, no.
Lewis, I wouldn't have brought him here
if I didn't trust him, okay? He said he'd help.
Lewis, what happened?
Look, I was just driving.
So it was you in that photo.
The cops got a photo?
Damn, Lewis,
you didn't know where you were driving?
Did you know?
How the hell do I help him?
It's okay.
Okay, all right, Lew...
What happened? We lose his signal?
Yeah, I don't know what happened, boss.
Signal's completely down. I got nothing.
Did you touch the gun?
Answer me.
Come on, man.
Just to dump it.
I threw it in the river.
All right, okay, what about the person
that you were with, all right?
Why did he shoot these men? Who are they to you?
They were Hubbs' guys okay?
- Hubb... Hubbard? - Hubb, yes.
He was gonna kill me if I didn't.
Chicago PD.
- Let me see your hands. - Get down, Lewis!
Keep your hands where I can see 'em.
- Lewis, get down! - Let me see your hands.
Do it. Go on the floor.
- Lewis. - Turn around.
Get your hands behind your back. Get on the floor.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
- You got me? - Bell on the ground.
I'm sorry.
You gotta get him a good lawyer.
He's a minor. He's entitled to a lawyer.
Yeah, it doesn't mean he's gonna know how to get a decent one.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I got you in this, Kevin.
Come on, let's go.
We'll search you upstairs. Come on.
I was just about to bring him up to you.
It's all good, I got him.
Come on.
Let's go.
You're a cop.
Ms. Nichols is gonna hate you.
I'll tell her as soon as I can you're a damn traitor!
My Black ass not being here,
picture that.
I'm the best thing you got going right now.
So listen to me.
When I take you into that interview room,
I'm gonna read you your rights,
and you're gonna request a lawyer.
Don't say anything else to me but "lawyer."
When you have your lawyer,
when I ask you if you knew where you were driving,
tell me exactly what you told me in that apartment complex.
No, you did not.
Whether you had knowledge of the crime
is gonna be the difference between you living your life
or giving it up in a penitentiary.
Why... why are you doing this?
Ms. Nichols knows who you really are.
I believe her.
I see it.
I see you, okay?
I see you.
Come on.
I'm not following, Lewis.
You didn't know where you were driving,
you had no idea your friend had that gun?
Don't answer that.
So you just pulled into that drive-through,
your buddy next to you starts shooting,
but you had no knowledge of his intention to do so?
No.
All right, well, Lewis,
I need more than that.
I need to know the name of your friend.
My client won't be providing that.
Nah, I wanna answer.
You don't have to say anything.
No, I...
It was my friend, Eric Boyle.
Eric Boyle, okay.
But... but look, I...
I know he only would've pulled that gun
'cause Moe Hubbard forced him to.
Hubb... Hubbard, he owns him. He threatened to kill him.
Moe, he gave Eric that weapon.
Eric fired it
'cause he must've thought he didn't have a choice.
I think we got enough to move on Hubbard.
Definitely Eric Boyle.
Okay, good. Well, patrol just confirmed they're both
at Drill Hubb Records right now.
So get arrest warrants.
I'll get the marine unit, start looking for that gun.
Copy that.
Hold up a sec, Kev.
Oh.
Kid gave just enough to get Eric and Hubbard.
Got lucky.
What happened with your COH?
I don't know. I need to check that battery.
We good to move on Hubbard and Eric?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Chicago PD, open up!
CPD, don't you move!
Let's see those hands, now!
- Do not move. - Stay right there.
- You got anything on you? - A gun.
Chicago PD, hands up.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh, get up.
Come on, get over there.
Take it y'all got a warrant?
Get up.
So just to confirm with you,
your report says that while the COH was out,
Lewis told you he didn't have knowledge of the crime
- about to be committed? - Right.
He told me a version of that in the interview room.
Why?
I'm just confirming that he lied repeatedly.
How's that?
My investigators found messaging between him and Eric Boyle.
It sounded like Lewis knew exactly
where he was driving and why.
Well, that doesn't prove anything.
He lied to you.
He had knowledge of the crime.
We'll be charging him as an adult.
As an adult?
A 15-year-old boy as an adult?
It's a double homicide.
Hey, he's also a kid that got manipulated
and threatened by a grown-ass man.
And he committed a crime
in which two men were killed.
Under the "do or die" orders of a thug.
That's not in the notes?
Because right now, it sounds like
we're trying to create a false narrative about a kid
- so that we can build a case. - Kev.
No.
I'm following evidence.
I'm doing my job, that's what I'm doing.
And you have zero proof he didn't have knowledge.
Wow.
Is there something else you wanna say to me?
Call me?
I'm pretty sure every insult
running through your head right now,
you've had thrown at yourself 100 times.
If Lewis is gonna be arraigned as an adult,
we're gonna have to transfer him to County.
- I'll get a transport car. - Mm-mm.
I'll transport him myself.
Look, man, I can't do this. Please, man!
Please.
I didn't... There's gotta be something...
Hey, hey, look at me.
There's gotta be something, man.
Hey, look at me. Look at me.
You're gonna go in there, you're gonna keep your head down,
and you're gonna hold yourself together,
all right?
You're gonna be fine.
Believe that.
Look, man, I lied to you, all right?
I said I dumped the gun, but I didn't.
I got scared.
Call it in, call it in!
K1, K1, shots fired.
Eric, stop!
Don't fight me. Do not fight me!
Stop.
Stop, stop, stop!
Hubbard sent you, hmm?
Tell me, talk to me!
Was it worth it, huh?
You don't even know who you are yet.
Why?
- I got him. - Huh, why?
If you're coming down here to give me a lecture...
I'm not.
This wasn't on you.
It isn't.
I get why you did what you did today.
I also get that
sometimes this job chews up your soul
in a different way than it does mine.
I respect the hell out of you
that you stay here when it does.
Is Eric talking?
No.
Hubbard?
So we have no proof that Hubbard sent him down there?
Not yet.
Lewis was just about to tell me what happened with the gun.
He didn't dump it.
He didn't tell you what he did with it?
It could be anywhere.
Hmm.
I just don't know where he went after the shooting.
I don't know.
Hmm.
I do know.
Celeste said he would go somewhere where he knew it was safe.
Got it.
That's the gun used in the drive-through shooting.
Doesn't ring a bell?
Huh.
See, it turns out somebody put
a Glock converter switch on that weapon,
made it fully automatic.
Still nothing? Hmm.
Lewis is gone, so he can't testify on that,
but Eric Boyle is still here.
Yeah, the police didn't shoot him.
Like I'm guessing you thought they would.
And he's talking.
Oh, he's talking.
He's saying you gave him the gun and the car.
That you told him and Lewis to shoot and kill Wiggins
or you would shoot and kill them.
If you think I'ma slip for a confession,
it ain't gone happen.
See, it turns out we don't need it.
Yeah, I'll be seeing you around, Hubby.
Why don't you fill him in, Kev?
See,
shooters wear masks, they wear gloves,
they avoid the cameras, but for some reason,
bangers always forget that
when you load bullets into a magazine,
and when you put a switch on a Glock
and turn it into a mini AK-47,
you leave partial prints.
Your prints are on both of those guns.
That plus what we got from Eric Boyle,
you're done.
So...
Good luck at Stateville.
Those "Free Hubbard" shirts are gonna be
pretty popular, though.
Did you hear what happened?
I wish I could've been here sooner.
Come on.
You know they were gonna charge Lewis as an adult.
I can't even understand that.
He's 15.
And we both know
if Lewis was a white kid,
they'd paint a picture of a helpless victim
bullied into crime.
I mean, he didn't even have his hand on the trigger.
And Lewis,
killed in police custody.
I knew when those cops...
When they showed up in my classroom, I knew,
and yet, I led them right to him.
I should've known they'd follow me.
It was so, so stupid.
You know, and then I got you involved,
and I probably made things worse for him.
I didn't protect him.
They didn't protect him.
You know what burns me the most?
What?
I heard Lewis was riding in a patrol car
with two Black officers.
How'd you hear that?
Witnesses on the street.
How do they sleep at night knowing that Lewis died
sitting right next to them?
I don't know.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Celeste.
I gotta tell you.
- I'm sorry, but I... - No, no, no.
No, no, you don't do that, okay?
You're not doing that.
You don't apologize to me.
None of this is on you, okay?
You tried to help, and I appreciate that so, so much.
I really do, I really do.
I think you
are a very good man, Kevin.
Okay, can we just...
Can we just have some beers
and just sit in silence together?
Our own little safe space?
Is that okay?
Yeah?
You coming?