.
- Sergeant Platt?
Blair Williams. I'm working with Superintendent Kelton.
I'm a political consultant.
The superintendent has a press conference next Tuesday
in Millennium Park.
He's announcing a new, female-forward
recruiting initiative,
and he's hoping you'd be willing to lend your support.
- How? - By standing with him
at the press conference.
- You want me to stand next to Lake Michigan in February?
- [chuckles] It's a great cause.
- Where are you from, Blair?
- D.C.
- Ah, well, maybe in D.C.,
you can get away with a pretty smile and a $1,000 suit
and ask for a favor, but that's not how it works in Chicago.
- I'm not asking for me; I'm asking for my boss,
who's also your boss.
- Ooh.
Then he can ask me himself.
- Hey.
- I kn--I know you?
- Blair. Yeah, we met at the Kelton fund raiser.
- Oh, yeah. Right, right, right. I'm--
- You're Kim.
- Yeah. - Yeah, I remember.
- Oh, nice. What are you doing here?
- Getting pummeled by your desk sergeant.
- Oh, that's super normal. Don't worry.
- Mm. So this is your district?
- Yeah, this is my home away from home.
- Ah.
That's funny, I was actually gonna reach out to you.
- Oh, okay. What's up?
- I got two tickets for the Joffrey this Friday.
- Yeah?
- Uh, look, if you're seeing somebody--
- No, I-I was--I'm like--
No. [laughs]
- Think about it.
- Kim, Sarge wants us upstairs.
Ruzek heard from the CI. The deal's on.
[gate buzzes]
- Yeah?
- I just don't think that the Second Amendment
was created to protect dudes
that are manufacturing untraceable submachine guns.
[cell phone buzzing]
- Can you stop moving?
I'm trying to secure the camera.
- I'm sorry.
Man, my CI is pissing his pants.
Thanks for the vest.
- Yeah, well, the other good news is,
the bullets from this gun rip right through Kevlar.
- Why would you even...
- Was that too dark? - It was way too dark.
I'm about to go do a gun buy.
- I have a weird sense of humor.
- I know you do. You're crazy.
I mean, legitim--
[melancholy music]
- Talked to Voight.
He wants me and you to run point.
- Copy that. Good.
♪
We good on the camera? - Yeah.
- [whispering] All right.
♪
- Money. - Right, right, right. Right.
♪
They got me riding in a separate car.
Oh, God.
- [exhales nervously]
[whispering] I can't do this, man.
Davis is gonna kill me if he finds out I set him up.
- Okay, just take a deep breath.
All right, we're right here. Nothing's gonna happen.
She and I, we've done this 100 times before.
All right? We just need to catch Davis dirty,
get him to tell us who's making the guns,
and then you are off the hook.
- Yeah, but listen, listen, hey.
You feel like he's made you, you just say the safe word.
Christmastime. Okay?
Take a deep breath. - [clears throat]
- Yo, Davis.
This is Sherry and her boy Chris,
the ones I told you about.
They move high-end weed.
- Isn't that supposed to be legal?
- Yeah, supposed to be.
Problem is, banks won't handle dope money,
so we end up carrying around a lot of cash.
- We need a little extra protection.
[tense music]
♪
- How many guns you looking for?
- [chuckles] How many guns you got?
- My cousin, the businessman.
- Thought she was your cousin.
- Yeah. I mean, the three of us grew up together.
We're like family. We've got, like,
20 other cousins. - Yeah, all good, man.
They're cool, I swear.
♪
- You put your life on that?
- Damn right.
♪
- Step back.
♪
- I think he felt my vest.
- [whispering] Son of a bitch.
Okay.
It's your call.
- Christmastime.
- Kurt, get the hell out of here right now.
♪
- Chicago PD! - Step away from the car!
[gunfire]
- Damn it! - Shots fired, shots fired.
He's armed. You all right? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You okay? - Fine, fine.
- Hey, you come out!
You keep your hands where I can see 'em!
♪
[loud popping]
- Offender down!
♪
- 21. Shots fired by offender and police, offender down.
Call the crime lab.
- He's dead.
♪
- You guys all right? - Yeah, listen.
I thought he felt my vest, so I-I called it.
I'm sorry.
- You got nothing to be sorry about.
You did the right thing.
♪
All right, our lead suspect
is now laying on a slab at the morgue,
so we need a plan B.
Well, what else do we know about these guns?
- Um, this is the machine gun that Davis was firing at us,
a so-called "cop killer."
He had two other ones in his trunk.
- We find any prints on these guns?
- No, I checked with the lab.
The only ones they could find were from Davis.
- No make, no model, and no serial numbers,
because some punk is manufacturing these
off the books.
- So lethal as hell and totally untraceable.
- All right, what else do we know about Davis?
- We know he's a local boy on parole from Statesville.
- And he wasn't supposed to leave Illinois,
but I ran GPS on his car.
He went to Wisconsin yesterday. He stayed for 30 minutes,
and then he came back to Chicago.
- So those GPS coordinates put him at a depot in the backwoods
which just so happens to be home to a regional gun show.
- Where he bought the guns.
- Yeah, safe bet he didn't go for the cheese.
- Okay, well, if that's where he went,
that's where we gotta go.
Boss, we gotta find this seller.
- All right, I'll contact my guy over at the ATF.
He'll swear us all in so we can work across state lines.
Burgess, you and Halstead go in as buyers.
Upton and Atwater, you're backup.
Stay off the radar.
I don't want the locals involved.
You two hang back with me.
We'll deal with the paperwork on the Davis shooting.
- Hey.
[solemn music]
- Good call yesterday.
No point in taking that kind of risk.
- Yeah. I just...
feel like I shouldn't have let him get so close to me.
- No, it was the right call, Kim.
All day, every day.
♪
- Thanks.
♪
- About me and Adam...
- Hailey, um, I'm good.
Really.
- I've been wanting to tell you, I just--
- We haven't been together for a long time, so...
- Just sorta happened. - That's great.
I don't really want to talk about it.
Not now.
Let's just focus on busting the guy who's making these guns.
♪
Okay.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
I'm striking out all over the place.
- I think I got something.
See these two guys right here?
Black hat and a green jacket?
- Yeah. What about 'em?
- They've been hanging around, hustling customers all day,
and they don't have a booth.
- No booth, no background check.
- Yeah, exactly.
- Okay, let's make a play. - All right.
Listen, I don't know where they're keeping
their merchandise, so just don't go too far.
We don't have backup.
- Hey. Hey, man.
If you're looking for power, what we got is far better.
Fully automatic and untraceable.
- Hey. You stay the hell away from my booth,
or I will report you.
- Kiss my ass.
- Hey, come on.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hold up, hold up.
I heard you guys.
I've been looking for something untraceable.
- That right? - Yeah.
My brother and I, we got a store in Milwaukee, and we...
we sell a lot of guns, but, you know,
the serious business happens out back.
- How many pieces you want?
- Depends on what we're talking.
- These babies right here,
they'll cut through a tank,
and they're 100% untraceable.
- Those are beautiful.
- Yeah. [camera shutter clicks]
- All right. Let me text my brother.
See what we can do.
- Yeah, but they ain't cheap. Two grand a pop.
- Please. That's not a problem.
[phone swooping]
Okay. Says he wants ten pieces.
- Well, you good for 20 Gs? Right now?
- Well, I need to see the merchandise.
- Okay, all right, yeah. - Okay? Yeah.
- Come on. Come with us.
♪
- We got a problem.
Security's gonna blow up the deal.
Keep an eye on Kim.
- Copy that.
♪
- Detective Halstead, CPD. - So?
- Look, um, we're working a case with ATF,
and the two guys that you're eyeing,
they're part of the operation.
- Nobody told me about this. - Roy.
You got somewhere we can talk? 'Cause this is important.
♪
- Mm-hmm. There they are.
- All right, I'm gonna follow on foot.
- Be safe.
♪
- Where we going?
- Guns are in our truck.
♪
- Cool.
♪
Nice hand tat.
Is that a spider web?
Yeah, my ex had one just like it.
♪
Where's this truck? - Back this way.
We gotta take precautions with what we're selling.
- Yeah, I get that.
♪
What are you doing?
♪
- What's going on?
- Someone's following us.
- Hey, Jay, where are you, man?
You might want to get out here.
♪
- Man, I told you, cops are all over these things.
Where? - Blonde chick.
♪
- Oh, please, relax. The blonde chick's with me.
Allie!
♪
Works with me at the store.
Hey.
- Hey, what's going on? - Nothing, it's cool.
We're gonna check out some guns.
- Great. - Yeah.
- Why are you following us?
- I saw my friend walking away with two strange guys.
It's girl code, bro.
♪
Let's see these guns.
♪
- Okay, then.
- Yeah. - Come on.
♪
They're over here.
- Really playing it safe.
[radio beeps] - On my way out to you now.
♪
Where we at, man?
- Disappeared behind the pavilion.
Doing a deal behind a truck in the back.
- We don't have enough guys to cover this.
- Okay. Let's see some cash.
- Let's see some merchandise.
♪
- Guns are in the box.
Don't move!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hands up!
- Take out your phones, drop 'em on the ground!
- All right, all right - In the truck.
- Put your phone on the ground. Phone on the ground now.
- Move, move. Move it. - Get in.
[dramatic music]
[tires squealing]
[tires screeching]
.
- I don't want to hear any more.
- Get out. - Out.
- All right. What're you guys doing?
- Whoa! - This is insane! You guys!
- What do we got? Come on.
[dramatic music]
- Five hundred bucks.
- You gotta be...
What're you talking about?
[grunts]
♪
[grunts]
I thought you had 20 grand. - What are you talking about?
- You lied to the wrong man. - I didn't lie to you.
- Yeah, you did. - No, when did I lie?
I never said I had the cash on me.
I had to see the product to-- - No, no, no, no.
- Listen, if I liked what I saw,
I was gonna get you the cash. - I want my 20 grand.
Or I can just shoot the both of you.
- Okay, take it easy, take it easy.
- Listen, listen to me, listen to me, I--
I can get you the money, I just, I--
I need to call my brother, okay?
- Where is he?
- He's, like, an hour away at the store.
[suspenseful music]
- How the hell did we lose two officers?
- I don't know what happened, but Jay and Kevin
couldn't get a look at the pickup's plates.
- Cell phones?
- Atwater found 'em in the parking lot.
- Right now, our best bet is video surveillance.
Jay, he got a look at the guy,
so he's going through footage right now.
Soon as we get a clear image,
I'll run it through facial recognition.
We can go from there.
- All right, contact Wisconsin State Police,
have them run those cell phones for fingerprints.
- Copy that.
- Put these on, make 'em tight. - Okay.
- No, put 'em on! - All right.
- Go, go, go, go. Tighten it up. Tighten it up.
Get 'em on! - They're tight!
- In the car!
♪
- Be smart about this. - Shut up.
Get in.
- What about that spiderweb tattoo Burgess mentioned?
- We ran it--it's popular with three different
white prison gangs.
Doesn't really narrow things down.
- I sent Ballistics
the photo of the guns they were trying to sell.
Maybe they'll find some identifying markers.
- All right, pack up. We're going to Wisconsin.
♪
- Get in. Come on. Shut it.
All right. Go!
- Take it easy. - Move!
Go on. Go.
♪
- On the floor. Tie 'em up. Tie 'em up.
On the floor. - Get down. Get down.
Have a seat. - Get down!
- Hey, easy, easy! - Get down.
Whoa, man.
We don't gotta hurt 'em, all right?
- What'd you say?
You just keep your mouth shut
and you tie 'em up.
♪
- Hey, listen.
You want the money, right, the 20 grand?
That's not a problem-- all you gotta do
is let me make a phone call.
- Just shut up! Just shut up!
No talking!
And you stay still!
Or I can just kill you both.
♪
Come on.
♪
- What are you doing?
- What do you mean, what am I doing?
I'm gonna get us out of here. - No, we sit tight.
The team's gotta be getting close.
- What are you talking about? You don't know that.
- Kim, the goal is to stay alive for as long as possible.
And right now, the best way to do that
is to sit tight and wait for help.
♪
- What do you got?
- I got that surveillance picture,
but it's not close enough for facial rec.
- They've been gone for over 90 minutes,
so they can be on their way to Canada for all we know.
- Trudy, tell me you got something.
- Yeah, lab blew up the photo of the guns.
Picked up a corner of the CNC mill.
- Talking about the machine they use to make the guns?
- Yeah, there's a serial number on it.
Guy named Spencer Whalen bought it seven months ago.
He owns a cabin in southern Wisconsin too.
- All right, you got an address?
- Just texted it.
Hank, he's 10 miles from you guys.
- Great work, Trudy. Thanks.
- I'll take the lead. - No, Antonio will.
I know what's going on in your head--
- Boss, I can handle it.
- This isn't about you right now, Adam,
so just stand down and follow orders.
- [whispering] Okay, look.
I know at the academy they teach us
never to reveal ourselves as police, but...
these guys are amateurs.
I mean, they're not ready to go the distance
with two Chicago cops.
If we tell them who we are,
there's a really good chance they could just turn and run.
- Or they get spooked and do something crazy.
- Hailey, if the team was following us,
wouldn't you think they'd be here by now?
- I know.
We need to keep our eyes open and find the right moment.
Look around. See if-- [door opens]
- Here. Call your brother on this phone.
[suspenseful music]
- There's no service. - Son of a bitch.
Hey. You get a signal out there?
- No.
I had one coming in, though, back on the main road.
Yo, I think I just heard something outside.
- Well, go check it out.
♪
[door slams]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Sarge, the truck's got an alarm on it.
- Good, we'll draw him out, then, breach the structure.
Let's move.
♪
[alarm blaring]
- Down! Don't move! - Get down!
Get on the table!
- Kim! Hailey! Sound off! - Where are the girls at, huh?
Huh? Huh? - Son of a bitch.
- You better stay right there. - Hailey! Kim!
- Stay right there. You better not move.
- I got the guns.
♪
- No sign of 'em. - Stay right there. Don't move.
- Where are the women? - What women?
[groans] - Wrong answer.
I won't ask again. - Where are they?
You have three seconds to answer.
One, two! - Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on! These weren't the guys that they left with.
- The hell are you talking about?
- They weren't at the show.
We were doing the deal with someone else.
- If these guys don't have 'em...
- Who the hell does?
.
- I'm not saying anything else till I get out of here
and I get a--
- Two of your associates used this photo
to set up a buy with our officers.
These are your guns.
Right, Spencer?
Who are your guys, who are you working with?
- If I ask for a lawyer, don't you gotta get me one?
Isn't that, like, a rule?
- Here's the thing.
The two officers who went to do the buy are missing.
And when cops go missing,
all the rules go out the window.
- [gasps]
- Got a lot of tools here.
[tools clattering]
- Who're you working with?
Just give us the names of your associates.
- I don't have other associates.
[panting]
- That's the wrong answer.
You got one more chance.
- I don't have other associates or whatever.
I swear to God, I don't!
It's just me and my cousin.
- You never seen this guy before?
We got him on surveillance at the gun show
with a picture of your guns.
You never seen him? - Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Tall guy. Looks like this dude--
he goes by the name of Red.
I met him once like a week ago. I swear.
- What else can you tell us about him?
- He's got a tattoo--
a spiderweb on his hands.
- Did you meet him? Did you sell him guns?
- I tr--I tried to.
I texted him that picture
so he could see what the guns looked like.
I texted it, but he never got back to me,
I swear. I swear!
- Cuff him.
- Get on the ground.
On the ground.
What do you think?
- I think the guys who took Kim and Hailey, they--
they don't have any guns. All they got is that picture.
They're scam artists.
This whole thing was a robbery from the get-go.
- Get up. Get up! - Get up!
[birds twittering]
- You get a signal yet?
- No. Keep walking.
- Gotta say, most guys wouldn't pick a gun show
to do a robbery.
- People with guns feel like they're safe.
Makes 'em vulnerable.
- Good point.
You're a smart guy.
Seems like there should be easier ways
for you to make a living.
- I'm not the one who's trying to buy illegal guns.
I'm just taking what I deserve.
- You think you, uh, deserve my money?
- Yeah. I do.
You're a woman. World takes care of you.
I don't have the same options.
My family poured our blood into the Easton Company.
Three generations. Bastards packed up and they--
they moved to China.
They killed a whole class of American workers for what...
two pennies a unit?
Don't look at me like that.
- I'm not. I'm just sorry. I just, you know--
just trying to--please don't! Please don't!
- Don't look at me like that! - Oh, God!
I was just--I was just trying to understand.
- Shhh.
[eerie music]
Now, walk.
♪
- There's no reason
they should be in this situation, not at all.
You guys should have been all over them.
- What? Were you there?
Were you there?
- No. - No.
So you don't know what went down.
You just keep your mouth shut.
♪
[cell phone buzzing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wisconsin area code.
- Okay, put it on speaker.
♪
Yeah, hello?
- Hey, bro, it's me, your favorite sister, Sarah.
I need a favor.
- Yeah, yeah, what is it this time?
- Um, the guns, they look really good.
Really good, so I'm gonna need you to get the cash together.
20 grand.
- 20 grand. Okay, yeah, I can do that.
Where do you wanna meet?
- There's a pizza joint on Addison and Baldwin.
You know it? - I'll find you.
Um, you there right now?
- No, I'm gonna send one of the guys
that I met, a supplier.
He'll take the money and then he'll get you the guns.
- Well, where will you be?
- I'm just hanging out at their cabin.
- Their cabin? Cabin where?
- Um, I have no idea.
Just... don't worry. These guys are great.
There's nothing to worry about, okay?
- Okay. If you say so.
Get that money together, and I'll be there ASAP.
- And if you're short on cash,
um, I have some stashed in my locker at the gym.
Same combo as always.
♪
- Okay, great. - You know my gym, right?
- Yeah, yeah, but I'm good on cash.
Good on the cash. - Okay.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm great.
Just text this number when you have the cash,
and we'll set up a time to meet.
- I will.
♪
- Adam, what's the name of Kim's gym?
- Uh, Easton Gym. - Uh, Easton Fitness.
- Easton Fitness.
- Okay, so she's giving us a hint.
- All right, loop in Platt,
have her cross-reference the name Easton
with all the pieces we got.
Run an emergency ping on that phone number too.
- Uh, what do you wanna do about the money?
- I'll arrange a 1505 wire transfer.
- Good. - Boss.
I know you want me to sit in the background on this one,
but here, my voice on the phone, I think it's gotta be--
- Okay, fine.
Just play it the way I tell you to play it.
- All right, thank you.
[footsteps]
- Thank you.
Hey, wait.
Can you please redo my zip ties?
Please?
Please.
They're so tight, I can barely feel my hands.
Please.
Thank you.
My name's Ally.
If you don't mind me asking,
how are you gonna explain this to your wife?
- My wife?
- Hey, you got a ring on. I assume you're married.
- Yeah, she don't gotta know about any of this.
- Yeah, well...
if you love her, you might want to think this through
a little better.
Your friend goes off the rails and kills us,
that's your life.
You're never gonna see your wife again.
But if you go to the police,
you get ahead of this thing, you tell them what's going on,
there's a good chance you can walk away from it.
- You think I'm stupid? - No.
I think you're smart.
And I think you love your wife.
If you go the police and you tell them what's going on,
there's a good chance you can walk away from this
like nothing ever happened.
But if this goes sideways,
dude, you're looking at life in prison, for what?
Ooh, okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help.
[ominous music]
♪
Can you please just redo my zip ties?
[yells]
- [grunts]
[both grunting]
- [yells]
- Stupid bitch. You think you can play me?
[grunts]
- Hank, I chased down Easton.
I think Burgess was trying to put us onto Easton Industries,
an auto parts factory near Milwaukee.
- I'm just not sure how that helps us.
- I wasn't either, but we know one of the men
has a prison tattoo.
I searched for former Easton employees
that might have done time recently.
I talked to the personnel director,
and he gave me a name:
Logan Gaines.
I'm sending you his mug shot.
[phone buzzes]
- That's him. - Gaines did two years
at the Wisconsin State Prison
for aggravated battery.
He beat the crap out of his supervisor at Easton.
He's got a history of violence.
- You got an LKA?
- No, nothing current.
No recent phone or credit card.
He might be living off the grid.
- Thanks, Trudy. - Hey.
Got the money. We're good to go.
- All right, let's do this.
- Hey.
What the hell are you doing out here?
Move it.
I told you not to leave her alone.
- Don't worry. She ain't going nowhere.
[dramatic music]
- Go inside.
.
- You just wait here.
Okay?
I'll get that money from your brother.
You'll be free to go.
[suspenseful music]
♪
You pull something like that again...
I'll put a bullet in your head.
♪
[door slams] - Hailey!
- Hey.
- Oh, God, Hailey, what happened?
I thought the plan was to wait for the right moment.
- I know.
I found the right moment.
It just didn't really go as planned.
- Well, the phone call did.
Okay? They're setting up a meet right now.
So we are back on plan. We sit tight.
We wait for the team.
- [whispering] That's good.
- Yeah, that's good. - Okay.
♪
- All right, we're in position.
Should be here any minute.
- Antonio?
- Nothing yet.
- Right, you got any movement out back, Jay?
- Stand by.
I got a blue pickup truck on the street.
This could be our guy.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪
- All right, he's headed toward you now, Adam.
Remember, tracker's in the back.
Just let him walk out, take it from there.
- Copy that.
- You Chris?
- I am.
How you doin', man?
- You got the payment?
- [clears throat]
Your product better be legit.
- Yeah. It is.
- Good? - Yeah.
- Whoa.
What happened to your hand?
- Was a bar fight.
- Bar fight? - Yeah.
- I swear to God, if something happened to my sister--
- No, she's fine. She's fine.
♪
- All right, she better be.
♪
All right.
Good doing business with you.
♪
- Yo, he with you?
- That thug look like a friend of mine?
♪
Kevin!
- He's on the move!
- Move in!
[intense music]
- Hold it! Stop right there!
[horn honking, tires screech]
- You all right? Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. - Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no...
♪
[sighs heavily]
[somber music]
♪
- This is taking too long.
We're sitting here waiting to die.
That's a bad strategy.
- Yeah, I agree.
- Okay.
[chain clinks]
Hey.
That chain.
Try and kick it to me.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[police radio chatter]
- ID'd the offender as Billy Mays.
He's got no previous record.
- Cell phone?
- It was destroyed on impact.
- I just checked the truck. He doctored the damn plates.
But the registration on the inside
is definitely tied to Billy.
- But check it out--just talked to a local connect
off the record.
Milwaukee police triangulated the call
Burgess made to Ruzek
with a trap-and-trace.
The call pinged off a cell tower about 10 miles away.
- So what's near that cell tower?
- Nothing but woods, Sarge.
It's gonna be hard to pin 'em down in Kenosha County Park.
[phone buzzes] - Whoa, whoa.
Same burner from before--his partner must be getting antsy.
- Answer it.
- Yeah? - Hey.
Where the hell is my partner?
- Uh, he just got hauled off, man.
- What are you talking about? - Cops, man.
What, you steal the car or something?
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Look, put my sister on the line.
- She's not available.
- All right, hey, we still want to do this deal.
We still want those guns, so you...
you know, you tell me where you are,
I got the money, I'll come meet you.
- Deal's off. - No, hold on.
Don't be stupid. Hey.
Hey!
- All right, let's hit those woods.
We'll fan out, find this prick the old-fashioned way.
♪
- [whispering] It's okay.
- [grunts]
- Good job.
You got it, you got it.
- [grunts]
♪
- You got it. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
♪
[exhales sharply]
- Give me your hands.
Okay, we'll get you out of here.
- You're not gonna be able to break this.
Listen, you gotta get out of here.
Listen to me. You need to go call Voight.
Hey! I'm the ranking officer. That's an order.
Get out of here! - I'm not leaving you.
- If you don't go, we both die. - Then we both die.
- Okay, stop. If you're not gonna go,
then we have to find a way to get people to us.
Okay? - Okay.
♪
I saw something.
♪
Matches? - Yeah.
We light a fire. - Attract attention.
- Scare these idiots away at the same time.
- Great.
[ominous music]
♪
.
- Hank, we're coming off the Silver Lake Trail.
Heading east. - Copy.
We're circling from the west.
- We'll find 'em.
- We better.
- [panting]
[twig snaps]
[tense music]
♪
[door shuts]
♪
- [yells]
Where is your friend?
- You can go to hell.
It's over. - No.
No, no, no, no, no.
I'm just getting started.
- [grunting]
Ah!
- Hey! What is this?
What is it?
It's a vest?
- [grunts]
- Jesus, you're a cop.
You're a cop. - I am a cop.
- Yeah? Yeah?
- My friend's a cop too.
And they're gonna come looking for us,
and we both know what you look like.
Even if you kill me, you're done.
You're done!
[dramatic music]
[both yell]
- Yo, you see that? Fire.
[both grunting]
- [choking]
[both grunting]
- [groans]
- [yells]
- Hailey, I have him.
Hailey, let go!
Hey! - It's us, stand down!
Stand down!
- [groaning]
- Are you all right? - Mm-hmm.
- Let him go, Hailey. Hailey, let him go.
- Hailey. Hey. It's us. - [groaning, gagging]
- Hey. - [groans]
- That's enough. That's enough.
- [yelling]
- That's enough.
Come here. Come here.
- [moaning]
- Put your hands out.
- Boss, we found 'em.
Uh, we need an EMT, right now.
- Thank God. Copy that.
- Hey. - [sighs]
- Boss, we got him.
- [groans]
- Sure you're all right? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Hey.
- I'm good.
- All right, uh...
well, I mean, first of all,
obviously, we're all very happy Kim and Hailey are okay.
Look, what happened today...
it cannot happen again.
Okay, we don't take those kind of risks.
I mean, the object of this game, it's--
it's simple.
We come home.
Alive.
There's never gonna be a case or a criminal
that is gonna trump that, ever.
You understand?
[solemn music]
Now, I realize
we all have private lives.
We exist...
we exist as people outside this building.
But when we are here working,
we are one team with one purpose,
period.
♪
And no matter what's going on at home, good or bad...
it's gotta stay at home.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
- Hail?
Hey, what'd the doctor say?
- All good. - Yeah?
Really? - Yeah, on the mend.
- That's good. You look great.
- How's your throat?
- Never better.
- There's something I gotta say.
[melancholy music]
♪
- All right.
Over whiskey?
- Okay.
Why I didn't tell you about Adam and I.
- Yeah.
♪
- I dated a cop in my unit before.
He was a sergeant.
And while he and I were together,
I was meritoriously promoted
for an undercover case I was working.
The case was never closed, so...
I couldn't tell anyone about it.
I earned that promotion.
Everyone just assumed it was because of my boyfriend.
He called in a favor.
♪
- That sucks.
- I learned the hard way
that I had to keep my personal life private.
♪
So, I wasn't too excited about everyone finding out
about Adam and I.
♪
- Hmm.
I get it. I get it.
♪
We're good, Hailey.
♪
[wolf howls]