.
- I'm leaving. - Leaving? Where you going?
- I'm going to Miami.
You've never thought about anything else?
- I like Tasha.
You finally texting her?
- No.
- I'm pregnant.
[dramatic music]
[light piano music]
♪ ♪
- Well, what you thinking?
- No, no, I mean, I get the offer,
I really do, but--
- I mean, and if this is about space,
we just go with one of the bigger units.
I ain't renovated nothing up there yet,
but, I mean, that's the easiest part.
- I found a doctor in Miami.
Highly recommended and works with my medical.
- You did? - Mm-hmm.
- OK.
So what, you want to have the baby in Miami?
- I mean, I--
I just bought a place, got a job.
- I know, but--
I mean, my family's here.
Help is here. I'm here.
- And I'm used to doing things by myself.
I'll be fine. We'll figure it out.
- But you know you not by yourself.
- I know, Kevin,
but we barely know each other.
- We've known each other since the Academy.
- And then we didn't see each other for a decade,
and then it was one night.
And I didn't hear from you, which is fine.
Look, I don't want to argue. - Mm-mm.
We're not arguing.
Well, I'm here now.
I ain't going nowhere.
- I know, Kevin,
and I appreciate that.
But I just--
I think Miami makes the most sense.
- You sure Miami actually makes the most sense,
or is that just the easiest thing to do?
- [scoffs]
Does any of this feel easy?
Look, can we just get the check,
talk about it later?
- Mm-hmm.
Excuse me.
♪ ♪
- Where is it? - I don't know.
We should go. I can't be here drunk, man.
She's gonna be fine. - We can't just go.
- Hold up. Hey, what y'all got going on?
- Uh, nothing.
Someone's hurt, and an ambulance is supposed to come.
- Wait, somebody's hurt? - Yo.
Dude, where's the ambulance? - Hold on.
We're police. Stay here.
We're police. Who's hurt?
- My--my girlfriend, she got attacked.
I called 911, but they're not-- - Where is she?
- She's over here. - OK.
Come on, let's go. - OK.
I'll hold it here till the squads arrive.
- All right, all right. Hold it down.
- [breathing heavily] - What happened?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean, attacked? - I found her upstairs.
She was blindfolded and tied up.
- Is the person who attacked her still here?
- I don't know.
[loud party music]
♪ ♪
- What the hell happened? - I-I don't know.
I found her like this. There were two men up here.
- OK, she got a pulse, she got a pulse.
What'd the men look like?
- I-- I didn't see their faces.
They wore masks.
I came up here, and they attacked me from behind,
slammed me against the wall, and then they were gone, fast.
Is she alive?
- Yeah, she's alive, she's alive.
- 911, what's your emergency?
- Yeah, 911, this is Officer Kevin Atwater,
badge number 52784.
I'm off-duty on scene at-- what's this address?
- Uh-- - What's the address?
- 1523 Banks. It's Emily's house.
- 1523 Banks, on the second floor.
I'm gonna need an ambo and some units.
You should already have a call to this location.
Hey, come on, we gotta get out of here.
Take my phone.
Talk to the operator.
Tell them what's going on and what we're doing.
We gotta go.
[inhales sharply] - No, no, my--my girlfriend,
she--she got attacked. - It's OK. It's OK.
We gotta go.
- Kevin! - Yeah, I got no descriptor
of the offenders,
just male. They might be in the crowd.
- OK. I didn't let anyone leave.
- OK. - Police!
- Hey, police. We're both police.
I'm Intelligence. She's Miami PD.
You gotta clear it upstairs.
Do not let anybody leave.
It looks like a robbery gone wrong.
We got a female assault victim, trauma to the head,
no signs of sexual assault. Her name is Emily, right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- OK, let's get her out of here.
- Mom. - Hey.
- Mom. - Hey, hon.
Uh, we're gonna get you some help, OK?
- I want my mom. - OK, we're gonna get her.
Do you know who did this to you?
- I want my mom. - We got her. Stay back.
- OK. I'm gonna go with her. - OK.
- OK, I'll call you. Go. - All right.
- Mom.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[siren blaring]
♪ ♪
.
- Did Emily's parents know what was going on here tonight?
- No, it's spring break.
Emily's parents are out of town,
so she threw a party.
- Were you with Emily when she got attacked?
- No.
No, but I, uh--
I realized I hadn't seen her in a while, so I went looking.
I walked by the bedroom.
It was really dark, but I heard her screaming,
and I ran in, and these two guys jumped me.
- And you're sure it was two of them?
- Uh-huh.
- And you don't remember what they looked like?
- I--I told you. I don't know.
It was--they were dressed all in black and wearing masks.
- Did they say anything to you? Did they threaten you?
- No.
No, they took off right away, like I said.
- OK.
And you don't think anybody else got a good look?
- I don't know.
I don't--
- OK.
All right, Ellis,
we're gonna help you write down
everything you remember, OK?
You're doing good.
- Ellis, please come with me.
- [sighs]
Security cams were turned off,
so we got no video.
It's hard to say if that's because of the kids
or whoever these men are.
- Is it a robbery gone wrong?
- Yeah, that's what it feels like.
Crew walks through the front door.
They pretend they want to party.
Come up here looking to score.
Emily walks in on them.
They attack her.
- It's excessive. - Yeah.
Yeah, Robbery/Homicide contacted me.
Apparently this ain't the first hit.
They got two previous burglaries
at house parties on the Gold Coast this month,
but this is the first time it got violent.
- Got a sneaker print?
- Yeah. [phone buzzes]
- Yeah, I got techs working that.
[sighs]
Tasha Fox said Emily never regained consciousness.
We lost her in the ambo.
- All right, we'll take it.
Get the team here.
Talk to every kid downstairs.
- I don't have to tell you anything.
I know my rights. I want my phone call.
- You're not booked. You don't need a phone call.
- My mom will sue you. - OK.
We can arrest you 'cause you're drunk
and you're under 21, so--
- It's also a felony to have a fake ID.
- Look, I don't know anything.
- How'd you know Emily? - Who's Emily?
- Emily Johnson. This is her house.
- Never met her. I'm from Winnetka.
- OK. How'd you find out about the party?
- Insta.
- Did you notice anyone suspicious coming or going?
- No, man.
It was a good party till you guys showed up.
- Well, I'm sorry to wreck your fun.
[indistinct chatter]
- Crime scene is closed. No one in or out.
- Take it up with your supervisor.
- Do you live here? - My kid is in there.
Move, please.
- Sir. Sir.
- Excuse me, this is a closed crime scene.
- Alan Powell, attorney.
I'm obligated to remind you
that if any of these individuals is under 18,
their parents should be present for questioning.
And you do not have a right to their phones
without consent or a warrant. - Yes, sir.
We're absolutely getting consent.
- I'm not seeing much of that.
- We're Ellis' parents.
I'm Toni Powell. This is my husband.
- We received a call from your superintendent's office.
He's a friend.
- Your son is safe. I can take you right to him.
- Have you contacted everyone's parents?
If not, then that's a priority--
- Alan!
I want to see Ellis.
A child just died.
- Yes, yes, I know.
That's why I'm talking to the officer, and he's gonna--
- Sir, ma'am.
Right this way.
- Thank you.
- He really tried to represent all of them?
- Mm-hmm.
Wealthy-ass parents,
more worried about them catching drinking charges
than helping a murder case.
- Well, luckily for us,
these kids make everything public.
They already have a name for it--
#EmilyHouseHeist.
- [sighs]
That girl was begging for her mama.
[phone buzzes] - Oh, God, Kev.
Techs on the scene ID'd the bloody shoe impression.
It's a pair of specific Pumas, limited run.
Check that out.
- Wait.
I think I saw some shoes like this.
- Yeah?
Let's look.
[upbeat music playing]
- Right there. Right there in the back.
- OK.
Yeah, look at that.
Check out that timestamp--
9:47 p.m., and Ellis, he called 911 at 10:13 p.m.
- So it fits.
This could be one of our offenders.
- There's gotta be more images of him.
Did Fox go home?
- Mm-mm. She's at my crib.
- Yeah, that's what I meant.
Is she here long?
- Probably not.
Had a rough night, a little bit.
- Well, it's 4:00 a.m.
Why don't you go back to your place,
tag out for a few hours? - No, I'm OK.
- Get out of here.
- I know what you're doing.
- Mm-hmm.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [snores]
[liquid sloshing]
[exhales]
Morning.
- Good morning.
Sorry if I woke you.
I can't sleep.
Pregnancy is doing weird things to me.
Making coffee.
- Thank you.
- Did you ID your offender?
- No, not yet.
The crew blended in with the party, disappeared.
Those kids were very high, very drunk, extremely helpful.
- Is that one of them? Did you clock his ring?
- What's this, some kind of class ring?
- Not just any class ring.
That's a high school football division
championship ring from my old high school.
Your suspect, he's from Roseland.
He's a long way from home.
[tense music]
.
- Ring belongs to a football player.
Grant High School, from either year they won state--
2019 or 2022.
About 200 players and staff each year.
- Geographically, it also fits the other two burglaries.
We noticed a pattern.
These are the other two house parties that the crew hit.
That's around Emily's house right here,
everything in the Gold Coast, and everything
one block away from a Red Line stop.
As we know, the Red Line goes all the way from the Gold Coast
down here to Roseland.
- Crew's using the Wicked River.
- That's what we called it in the 11th District too.
Hop on, hop off, rip, smash, steal, head on home.
- Well, that's good. We can use this.
Let's run all Ventra card records from those stops.
- I can run the connection to Grant High.
- These are the school records
with the coaches, managers, and trainers.
- Yeah, Robbery/Homicide sent us
their stolen item inventory from the past two hits.
I can run that through the Roseland pawnshops.
- Oh, well, most of them won't be on the books.
They're not legit, so they won't be on the databases.
- Do you have a lead on those? - Hey,
you're not CPD anymore.
We can't ask you to work this.
- I'm offering. I can sign a waiver.
- OK, no need.
You find anything, we log you as a confidential source.
- Good with me. - OK.
- That's the place.
Side alley, black gate.
The last one on our list. - Good.
Hey, I know it's not under the best circumstances,
but it is nice having you here.
I'm a big fan of Kev's.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he wants me to move back to Chicago.
- Oh, really? Of course, he would.
And who wouldn't want to leave Miami for this?
- [chuckles]
Yeah, Miami's not all it's cracked up to be.
Kind of hate it, actually. - Really?
- Yeah, but it's fine.
We'll figure it out before the baby pops out, hopefully.
- What?
- He didn't tell anyone. [laughs]
- No, he didn't.
Um--but that's amazing.
This is great news. - Yeah, it is.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you, thank you, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
[laughs] Yeah.
- Wow. - Yeah.
[knocking]
Yo, you Frankie D?
- Maybe. Who are you?
- I'm Carlo's half-sister.
You know Carlo, from up on Maypole?
Carlo, with the bad arm, bad attitude.
- G-Park? - Yeah.
Well, he said you got the good flat screens.
And my girl here, she don't want to deal
with the Geek Squad, you feel me?
- Look, I don't want no trouble.
- Hook it up, then.
Or I could call him. I really don't want to--
- All right, all right, all right, all right.
Follow me. - All right.
- [sighs] All right.
We got, uh--we got OLEDs, LCDs, even QLEDs.
All mint in the box,
so you tell me what you want to do.
- Mm, this stuff is nice.
What about that ring? - Good eye.
Just came in recently.
Uh, one of a kind.
Not cheap, but maybe we can work out something.
- OK.
It's funny, it looks like a ring a friend of mine has.
- Mm-hmm.
- But that one was stolen last night, so...
- I mean, clearly it's not the same one.
- No, 'cause that one's one of a kind.
- How's, uh, Carlo doing these days?
He still locked up in Joliet?
- Dixon, actually.
- You sure?
- I'm sure, 'cause I'm the one who put him there.
Where'd you get the stolen merch, Frank?
- Kim, what'd you get? - Frankie folded.
He was terrified of being brought in.
He said the stolen property from that robbery
was brought in by a local guy, a guy named Dwayne Coleman.
We ran him. He attended Grant in 2019.
24 years old, no priors.
- Yeah, I got him right here.
All right, Dwayne Coleman.
Yeah, he was the running back for the team,
being eyed by Michigan State
until he blew out his knee, second-to-last game
of the year. - Run his socials.
- DMV has him listed in Roseland.
- Yeah, Roseland makes sense.
- All right.
- OK, here we go. That's the ring right there.
- And there he is wearing Pumas.
This is one of our guys. - Mm-hmm.
Wait, he literally just posted a story.
Idiot. We can grab him up right there.
Burgess, Dwayne Coleman is going to Clark and Division.
We're gonna meet you right there.
- Copy you. - I'll call Voight.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Excuse me.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Excuse me. Excuse me.
[indistinct chatter]
CPD.
♪ ♪
Train's inbound, 60 seconds out.
- Perfect. Posted at the exit above.
- Copy you.
♪ ♪
[train squealing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
I got eyes on Coleman.
Brown jacket, gray hoodie, moving towards the east exit.
Headed to you. - Copy that. We'll be ready.
♪ ♪
[train rattling]
♪ ♪
- Fox, I'll take the stairs. You get the escalator.
- Got you.
♪ ♪
Excuse me.
[tense music]
- There's too many people.
I'm gonna lose him at the east exit.
- We're right up top.
We'll catch him as soon as he steps out.
♪ ♪
I got eyes.
♪ ♪
Coleman.
Dwayne Coleman. Slow down for me.
Coleman.
Whoa. Whoa, hold up. Hey!
- [groans] - Hey.
I got you. Call an ambo, Ocean.
He got stabbed. - 5021 Ocean.
Roll an ambo to...
- Who did this? Know who did it?
Huh? - Move, move, move!
- Come on! Just hold on.
- Excuse me, excuse me. What happened?
- I don't know what happened. Somebody was right here.
[stammering] I--I missed it.
- Description? - I didn't see the offender.
I don't have a description. I missed the offender.
Get everybody back. - Hey, hey.
Step back, step back. Did anybody see anything?
No, no, no, stay.
- Everyone, can you move back this way?
- OK. Move back. - Hold on. Hold on.
- Crime scene.
♪ ♪
.
- Never got eyes on the offender.
It was too crowded, happened fast.
- You pull cams?
- Yeah, it was definitely a male offender.
It was over in seconds.
- All right, this is the moment of attack.
That's Coleman.
That's the offender.
He practically guts him.
Nobody even slows down.
- Weapon recovered?
- Still searching, but he likely carried it out with him.
- You don't get a view of the offender's face,
but he appears about 6 foot tall,
slender build, about a buck 75.
- Whoever the offender was, knew Coleman
and knew Coleman was gonna be right here.
It was probably whoever he was supposed to meet.
Just took him by surprise.
- Sarge, Kev, Coleman's phone.
Last call he made was an hour ago,
to an Ellis Powell.
- Ellis Powell, Emily's boyfriend?
The kid that we met at the scene?
- Same guy who called 911.
- Coleman called him right before he got on the train.
- 6 foot, thin, it fits.
- We appreciate this, Mr. Powell.
Your son was helpful.
Hoping he can give us a bit more background.
- If it'll help. - Thank you.
- Yeah, yeah, there were a lot of people
from other colleges there.
- Always how these things go, right?
Uh, there's actually a person who we think was at the party.
We just want to know if you know him.
- I mean, yeah.
We, uh-- we used to play football
against each other. - Mm.
So you know his name?
- We called him Coleman.
His last name.
- Right. That's really helpful.
Do you think you saw him at the party?
Was he there?
- Uh, it was so crowded, I--
- Are you still in touch with Coleman?
- Uh,
I don't play football anymore.
- So that's a no?
- I mean, we, uh--
we talk
here and there.
You know, Insta, DMs,
phone calls every once in a while.
- Great.
Great. When was the last time you think you talked to him?
- Why is that important?
- It might not be important at all, but everything helps.
Did you talk to him lately, like this week?
Today? - No.
- You can answer the question, Ellis.
- No, he can't. That's enough.
- Look, I don't understand. - This is over right now.
We're done. - Where were you today, Ellis?
- Here, home with us. We're done.
You think I don't know a suspect interview?
- You know, Dwayne Coleman was murdered today--
- No, no.
If you'd like to bring my son in for questioning, feel free.
But he will sit silently for 48 hours
with a team of lawyers,
many of whom are well-known
for prosecuting and winning police misconduct cases.
So you take him in, or go.
♪ ♪
- Thank you for your time.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Ma'am.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
The kid's involved.
He must have cherry-picked the parties,
got the crew involved, and split the profits.
Something went wrong with Emily,
so he covered his tracks.
- Father was there for the whole interview.
He shut us down quick.
- But Ellis is clearly involved.
- He doesn't need the cash,
so why is he ripping?
- Maybe 'cause he can.
Extra cash, power. Why not?
- Well, they've definitely been in contact.
Coleman's phone shows a dozen calls between the pair
in the last three months.
- Emily's mom said her and Ellis broke up
the night before the party,
and Emily didn't tell anyone.
So that could be a motive for the beating.
- OK, so Ellis sets up the robberies,
lets the crew tie up his girl.
She gets beat to death.
- Yeah, but why is he the one calling the police?
- He probably didn't expect for her to die.
I mean, what else was he supposed to do?
She was bleeding out.
He had to call the cops to save his own ass.
- Well, theory means nothing without evidence.
Alan is going to protect his son.
We won't get close without airtight charges.
- Hey, something hit on the Ventra cards.
I ran Coleman's, got all the taps
from the night of the parties.
One other card scans the same gate within seconds
of him each time.
- Somebody else was there.
- Yeah, that's gotta be our third offender.
Asset Forfeiture is running the credit card attached right now.
- Good. Keep building.
We need more.
- Yo. - Hey.
- Yeah, I think I reached the limit of what I can do here,
so I'm gonna let y'all work.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- OK. You good?
- Mm-hmm.
You didn't tell anyone, Kevin?
- No.
Because I don't know exactly what to tell anybody.
We don't know what we're doing
or how we're doing it, Tasha Fox.
- Yo, they got him.
Credit card's linked to a Chris Watson,
lives in Roseland.
Grant High, 2019.
- All right, Ruz, me and you.
- Hey, I'll text you the address.
- Copy that.
[knocking]
Chris Watson, police!
[distant siren wailing]
- Doesn't look like he's home.
- Car's right there.
[knocking]
Chris Watson, police!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
♪ ♪
I can't see inside.
- Tags don't come back to a BMW.
They're for an '09 Honda.
- '09 Honda? - Uh-huh.
- The hell?
[tires screeching]
But why do I recognize this damn car?
Can you run the vehicles for the Powells?
- You got it.
All right, Alan Powell,
owner of a gray 2024 BMW 7 Series.
It's identical. - That's his car.
[horn honking]
Son of a bitch.
- Watson or the car, Kevin?
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
- Police! Watson, stop! Watson! - 5021 Ida.
In pursuit of wanted offender, westbound on 64th.
- Police! Watson! - Copy, 5021 Ida.
Backup en route. - Come here.
- [grunting]
- Why you running, huh?
What you running for?
Whose car was that?
What you got on you?
What's this?
What's that?
You don't want to answer questions?
- Wow.
- That's enough to come with us.
That's enough.
Here we go.
[handcuffs clicking]
.
- Absolutely nothing.
He repeatedly said he doesn't know
anybody named Ellis Powell.
Lawyered up with the best law firm in town--
how the hell you think he knew who to call?
- All right, tell me we got that BMW on cams.
- We do, but we can't see inside.
UCs have been sitting on the Powells.
They confirmed Ellis hasn't left.
- It was Alan, covering up his son's kills.
- All right, what about the cash? Serial numbers?
- We can't trace it anywhere
and there's no prints on the envelope.
We have absolutely no evidence. We have zero.
- Ellis's mom doesn't know that, though,
Toni Powell.
She loves her son too.
Alan probably hasn't shared a damn thing with her.
It's hard to say if he even includes her in anything.
- That means we can press her. - Possibly.
- She'll want to protect her son too.
- More than her husband.
I bet she'll flip on him to save her son.
- We need to bring them both in,
to ensure they can't communicate,
not even through their lawyers.
- Do it.
- This bothers you.
- I won't be answering any of your questions,
nor will my wife.
- Emily Johnson.
- I don't think you should see these--
- Mrs. Powell, your son killed her.
You look at that.
Honestly,
I think he just wanted to scare her,
put her in her place, and he took it too far.
You notice that crack?
Can't imagine he actually intended on cracking her skull.
- She died of a massive brain bleed.
She died in an ambulance begging for her mother.
- I won't be answering any questions.
- I didn't ask you one.
I just want to show you what your son did.
I want to show you who you're protecting.
- Two bodies,
two counts of first-degree murder.
We believe Dwayne Coleman died because
he wasn't OK with Emily's murder.
Ellis had taken it too far.
Dwayne Coleman wanted out,
so Ellis killed him.
Then he needed help.
- He asked,
and you helped.
$30,000 and a really good lawyer to tie up
any loose ends, because you knew better
than to drop another body.
- Obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting,
providing false alibi.
We have evidence on your husband,
we have evidence on your son.
But right now, I can help you protect them.
[tense music]
As much as we can.
- How?
♪ ♪
- What is this?
- That's your vehicle.
- Is this--
is this real?
- What do you-- what do you mean?
- Has-- has this been doctored?
Is this-- is this fake evidence?
You're trying-- you're trying to trick me?
- No, that's a real photo.
- This timestamp.
Is this timestamp real? Answer me!
Is this timestamp real? - Alan, this is real.
It's not doctored. It's real.
- Oh, damn. - He didn't know.
- I don't believe you.
- Mrs. Powell, obviously, the more you cooperate--
[tense music]
♪ ♪
The hell is going on?
- We got it wrong.
- He didn't know. Watch.
- Alan, I'm showing you.
- I want to see the actual raw footage.
I want to see-- - Alan!
- I want to see actual proof.
- Alan, these photos aren't doctored.
This is your vehicle. This is your cash.
- No.
No, that means that--
♪ ♪
Oh, God.
He's just like her.
♪ ♪
- He thought his son was innocent.
He didn't do anything.
♪ ♪
[breathes deeply]
♪ ♪
[door slams]
Alan...
it was your wife.
Toni. - [sighs]
- Toni withdrew the cash.
She took your car. She paid off Watson.
♪ ♪
Which means Ellis told her exactly what he did,
and she covered it up.
Nobody told you.
- I'm done talking. I'm--I'm done.
- It's written all over your face, Alan.
You had no idea. You're scared of that boy.
You're scared of your wife. - No.
No, I'm--I'm done.
- How are you done talking?
How can you go to sleep at night,
knowing what he's capable of?
How can you live with that? - He's my son.
She's my wife. - But this is your family--
- No!
I made a choice.
Can you understand that?
I still make that choice.
♪ ♪
I am done talking.
♪ ♪
.
- And what is the timeline?
- 12 hours between both of them.
Alan's not talking at all.
Toni's letting her lawyer speak for her.
- And where is Ellis now? - He's at home.
UCs are sitting on him at the house.
- It's a Hail Mary.
- Yeah, maybe, but we never found
a murder weapon on Dwayne Coleman.
It's worth a shot.
- OK, put it in motion,
but we need to be right on him. We cannot lose him.
- We won't.
- All right, I'm gonna go get set up.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.
Burgess called, said y'all are close.
I gave her my number.
- That's gonna be fun for me.
- [chuckles]
So are you close?
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, we're running a play.
- Can I help?
- Yeah. Let's roll.
Ocean, you a go?
- Yeah, I'm here.
- We're set. All quiet.
Light on the third floor is on--
Ellis's bedroom. - Copy that.
I see it.
- Mm.
There's Ellis.
OK.
What do you think?
That sound like his mama?
- "Hon, just got released.
"Lawyer with me, provided new phone.
"You need to get rid of everything you held.
"Everything. Now.
"Turn off phone, destroy it.
Police coming."
I mean, from her texts, yeah.
Probably as good as it gets.
- Let's see if he bites.
We just tickled the wire.
He should be moving out any moment.
Hold tight.
- Copy that.
When I was a kid, I thought families that
had houses like this had it all.
[door clicks]
- Ellis is exiting the building by the garage,
so be ready to go mobile.
- Wait, what's he doing? He's not moving to the vehicle.
- Uh, scratch that.
He's coming around the side of the building on foot.
- All right. Standing by to go mobile.
- Kev, you got eyes?
[tense music]
- Right there. - Yeah, we got him.
We got eyes.
He's leaving the house, headed--
headed toward the park.
♪ ♪
All right, I'm about to get out.
- I'll come with you. - Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
You hang back.
Hang back.
Yo, I just lost eyes.
I'm about to get on foot.
Going dark.
- Copy. Right behind you.
♪ ♪
[foliage rustling]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[twig snaps]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- Drop the weapon!
- Police! Stay down.
- I got you covered.
- Fox! Fox, you OK?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm good, I'm good.
Everything is OK.
He didn't get near my belly. - OK.
- You good? - Yeah.
- OK.
I'm good, I promise.
OK? - Mm-hmm.
- It's all good. - Mm-hmm.
- All right, man. Up you go, up you go.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I'm good.
♪ ♪
- Yeah, he hid all the evidence in a tree
right over here in the park.
- It was practically in his own backyard.
- Yeah, not very smart.
- Thinks he's invincible.
Safest place is close to home. - Uh-huh.
ASA on board?
- Already ruled it plain view, and no expectation of privacy.
And good to charge Toni with felony interference
and obstruction.
Watson's flipped, cooperating.
- That's nice work.
- Thanks, boss. - Thanks, Sarge.
[indistinct chatter]
- Congratulations, daddy-o.
- [exhales]
- So instead of getting more sleep,
you bring your pregnant girl to some old rusty swings?
- Yep.
- OK.
Oof!
- I grew up in that building right there.
My first good memory was on these swings.
My pops and my moms would bring me over here.
I had to be, like, two. - Hmm.
- And they'd both, uh, swing me all the way back.
I'd look up, and I'd hate the height.
I'd be so damn scared. - Wow.
Kevin Atwater of Chicago PD, afraid of swings.
- I was two. What you want me to do?
But, no, coming over here was
my favorite thing,
when things were good.
Good didn't last that long back then.
But later, I would bring my little brother
and my little sister over here.
I had to put them on the swings.
Swings felt like the good things.
I was just trying to force what I saw my parents doing.
[scoffs]
Fake practicing like I was a dad, trying to pretend.
I didn't know what the hell I was doing.
- I'm starting to see what this outing is about.
♪ ♪
- I told myself if I had my own kids,
I wouldn't force myself to be right.
I would just do it real.
I don't want to pretend.
♪ ♪
You're not wrong, Tasha Fox.
We don't know each other that well.
♪ ♪
So if you ain't trying to skip a thousand steps ahead...
I understand.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
I hate Miami.
- What?
- Yeah.
The humidity, it's awful.
All I do is write parking tickets.
I'm lonely, and...
I miss you.
♪ ♪
But, Kevin,
I am scared out of my mind.
I gotta know that this is real.
You and me, OK?
Not just the baby.
♪ ♪
I just--I gotta know that
this is real.
♪ ♪
- OK.
- OK? - OK.
Let's make a deal, day by day.
You stick around in Chicago,
we get to know each other better,
and we take our time.
Make it real.
♪ ♪
Mm.
- [sighs, laughs]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪