.
*
- Al, it's what we thought.
- All right, what are we going to do?
- Wait it out.
Probably get in touch with Lindsey.
Give her a head's up.
- It's going to be okay, Hank.
- Did what I had to do.
- Hey.
- Antonio, good to see you, my friend.
- Good to see you too, Marco. Hey, this is my partner, Kim.
both: Hi. - Oh.
- We met years ago when I walked the foot post
here in the 10th district.
So what can I do for you? - The other night,
some animal broke into my shop and trashed the place.
- Hmm.
- Did you report it to the district?
- They told me to get surveillance cameras.
So I did.
Then last night, after I closed up,
some punk kid rode up on a bike,
told me bad things would happen
unless I paid his boss protection money.
- Told him to go to hell.
And I showed him this.
- Hey, hey, Marco, what are you doing?
- Relax, I've got a permit.
- That's not the point. - You think I'm going to let
some kid shake me down?
- I get it, but you need to let us take care of this.
- Never saw him before. - All right.
Let me talk to a few people, I'll see what's going on.
And then we'll swing by the shop tomorrow morning
before you open, and we'll figure something out.
- Yeah.
Leave that at home. - I will.
And thank you. - Yeah.
- Okay, thanks.
So, gang investigation says the 26ers and the Kings
are big dogs in the 10th district.
But extortion isn't their thing, so...
- Well, Marco's been in that neighborhood for 30 years.
People know not to mess with him.
It's probably just some wannabe kids
trying to make a quick buck.
- Units in the 10th district and units on the citywide,
we have an unknown number of shots fired,
2553 18th Street.
Responding units advise. - That's Marco's shop.
What the hell did he do? - 50-21 Eddie squad,
be advised plain clothes units responding
to that shots fired on 18th.
*
- Take the back! - Copy.
Go right. - Yep.
- Opening the back door. - Okay.
- Mm-hmm.
- Marco.
*
Oh, man. Oh, man.
- Antonio.
Oh, God.
- I got it, I got that. Did you get the outside?
- DOA is Marco Rivera, He owned the place.
Antonio and I talked to him last night.
Said a local gang was shaking him down for protection money.
We did find one witness.
He said two male offenders, Hispanic, ran out the back,
but didn't get a good look at their faces.
- Marco managed to get off a couple of shots,
but it doesn't look like he hit anyone.
- Hey, Joe. - Hank.
Detective Marcella Gomez,
national civil police of El Salvador.
She's here observing how the CPD homicide does business.
- Pleasure. - Detective Antonio Dawson.
This is my partner, Kim.
both: Hi.
- Kill, terrify, control. - Hmm.
- The motto for the Salvadoran gang.
Sicarios Savios, SS-11.
- You've worked some of these cases back home?
- Several.
And sadly, they all look a lot like this.
- Machetes.
Their brand is intimidation, so they come out big.
Make the murders as gruesome as possible.
- Anyway, Joe.
Antonio was working an extortion angle
with this victim. We'd like to run with the case.
- No problem, just keep us in the loop.
- Thanks a lot. Nice to meet you.
- I'd be happy to help out, if you want.
I know how they operate very good.
- Well, that's your call, Joe. - Fine by me.
- Great. All right, welcome aboard.
- These are very bad people.
I heard what they did to Marco. Everyone has.
- We can protect you.
And my kids, and my wife?
Look, I'm sorry, but I've got to do
what's best for my family.
- At least tell us what they look like.
Was there anything distinct about them?
The ones who collect, they're just kids.
But once I was late to pay, and three older men came.
They warned me that if I went to the police,
that they were going to kill me,
and my family.
One was the boss, he had tattoos all over his face.
Um, the letters "SS,"
next to a fist with two fingers extended.
- Thank you, if you need anything, you call us.
- Hell no.
They know better than to
come into Franny's place looking to get paid.
Anybody coming in here and messing with the store?
- Someone tried to break in a couple nights back,
Broke a window. Alarm scared him off.
I didn't bother calling y'all.
- Well, Ms. Franny, you should probably know
that they'll definitely be back.
Demanding protection money.
- You think they're the ones who killed Marco?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Mm-mm-mm.
He was the first person to come down
and welcome me to the block when I opened my store.
- All right, so, maybe help us out.
- I'll help you however I can.
- All right, thank you, Ms. Franny.
- Appreciate you. - And thank you for the muffin.
- You're welcome.
- So much for facial rec.
- Go back and freeze it in the doorway.
- Zoom in on the hands of the guy on the left.
Get those tats.
And do the same on the forehead for the other guy.
- Those are pretty unique.
- We have a database of SS-11 tattoos back home.
I can have my people try and put a name to those images.
- Yeah.
- All right, let's switch to the inside camera.
*
- I got her. You keep watching.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
Jesus.
- I don't know what's wrong with me.
- Nothing.
The truth is, it's a bigger problem
if stuff like that doesn't get to you.
Here.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to think about a guy
who carries tissues in his jacket.
- Well, he's either incredibly sensitive,
or he's got a cold. Or he's...
Prepared for winter in Chicago.
- Well, I'm going to guess all of the above.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Anything from the security footage?
- No faces, but we did capture some unique tats
on their hands and forehead.
Checking our databases and around the country.
Marcella sent the images
back to her department in El Salvador.
- If they were arrested in El Salvador,
those gang tattoos will be in our system.
- Any locals willing to get involved?
- Oh, yeah, we actually got
a badass bakery owner named Franny.
She said we can use her store to do anything we want.
- She hasn't been approached by the gang yet,
but her store was vandalized a few days ago,
so if they follow the pattern,
they should be hitting her up soon.
They'll send in a chequeo to make the initial offer.
- Yes, a teenager.
They use a network of young kids
to deliver messages from the street.
To and from the gang leaders.
No phones.
When the chequeo comes into the store,
we have the owner refuse to pay.
And then we try our best to tail the chequeos
back to the gang's safe house. - Hmm.
- And hopefully the boss.
- I'm sorry to interrupt, Hank. I need a word.
- That sounds good. Let's do it her way.
Set it up. - Use my desk.
- Super Mart just broke ground on a new store.
Over on that old railroad property
down by the 22nd street bridge.
Yesterday, construction was halted.
The builders uncovered some human remains.
- Yeah, I read about that.
- Well, a medical examiner just made a positive ID.
- It's Kevin Bingham.
The man who murdered your son.
*
I mean, losing your boy is hard enough,
but to have your name dragged in the mud like that?
Internal Affairs out there digging around the silos,
looking for Bingham's body.
Accusing you of murdering him.
That's...
That's a lot to take.
- I got thick skin.
- Yeah, well, I want you to know that crime lab
is all over this, working overtime to clear your name.
- I appreciate that.
I figure all this time in the ground,
it's going to be tough to find something
to clear my name.
- We'll see about that. - Mm-hmm.
- I brought in an FBI forensics team to help out.
It's all hands on deck, Hank.
It's the least we could do for all you've been through.
- Not at the moment.
But you'll be the first to know when I do.
*
.
- Okay.
Marcella's people in El Salvador
matched that tattoos in the video to these two guys.
Yovani Valasquez, Alonzo Amaya.
Part of a violent SS-11 clique, led by that guy.
- That's Raul Martinez, AKA "El Lobo."
Wanted for murder and other felonies in my country.
- I notified Interpol, flagged them with the Feds,
and put their faces out to patrol.
- All right, so where we at with the sting operation?
- OCD's got the bakery wired for video and sound.
Kevin and I will be inside, baking.
- Yeah, and we'll probably be in there for a while,
because if these dudes are smart they might lay low
after what they did in the pawn shop, right?
- Not SS-11.
They just keep coming, they keep intimidating.
- Copy that.
- Be careful out there. - Thank you.
- I didn't see a ring on your finger.
- You should be a detective someday.
- I'm divorced.
But we have two great kids, a boy and a girl.
Or should I say, young woman.
A very smart, opinionated young woman at that.
- Well, girls are complicated.
- Yeah, I've noticed.
How about you?
Oh, yeah, I am.
Married. - Oh, uh...
I was, until last year.
- Guess it doesn't matter where you're a cop, huh?
Job has the same effect?
That wasn't the problem. With us, anyway.
Our son passed away.
Traffic accident.
He was 13 years old,
and everything kind of fell apart after that.
- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- Yeah, it's not easy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, it's...
- Come on. - Yeah.
-
- I never thought I'd say this out loud, but...
I actually kind of like it.
- Wow, I am shocked.
- It's helpful.
Finally dealing with some stuff that happened in Afghanistan.
And Chicago.
- I'm happy to hear it.
- Heads up, we might be in business.
*
- Target went in.
- Pretty nice place you got here.
- Mm-hmm.
Gonna have to pay.
I am not like the other folks around here.
I can take care of my own business.
- Dead man down the block didn't want to pay.
Could get real dangerous around here for an old lady like you.
- Don't threaten me, little boy.
- Hey, hey, hey, ma,
put the bat down. Hey, listen.
We don't want those problems, okay?
Can you just get out of here? - You go back,
and tell your boss that I ain't paying nobody nothing.
- Come on, man, just leave.
- Get your sorry ass out of my store...
- This ain't over, bitch!
- Or I will split your skull like a coconut!
- Great job, Ms. Franny.
- I've got number one in pocket,
heading westbound on 18th towards Wood St.
- Copy, westbound on 18th. We're taking Paulina.
- Number one just handed a note to number two.
Male, Hispanic, holding a skateboard.
Heading north in the gangway between 17th and 18th.
I need eyes on number two.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Go ahead, take the next corner.
- Okay.
- I have number two in pocket.
He's moving eastbound in the alley, approaching Paulina.
*
Subject made contact with target number three.
It's a female Hispanic,
about 16 years old, green jacket.
Blue jeans, dark sneakers.
- Copy, eastbound approaching Paulina.
*
- Come on, come on.
I have number two, continuing eastbound in the alley.
I can't see.
I don't know if a handoff was made.
I need eyes on number three who's now northbound
under the El, heading towards 17.
- In the car heading your way.
- I have eyes on number three. - Copy.
Stay with her, Marcella. I'm coming your way.
*
Marcella, where are you? Please respond.
Marcella, can you hear me? Please respond.
*
- Hey.
Hey, what's going on?
I lost her.
- Someone I thought was her.
She met up with some kids on bikes,
and they all drove off in different directions.
I wasn't sure if she made the handoff,
and I lost her for a minute.
- I was calling you on the radio.
- Oh, I must have turned the volume down by accident.
Yeah.
- They're tough to follow.
- That's the whole idea.
- We wait. Franny's message, or should I say middle finger,
is on its way back to the boss.
I'm guessing he's going to respond.
- Yeah, no doubt. The question is when.
- Yeah, and with how many machetes.
You all right? - Yes.
- I thought you guys were done for the day.
- Yeah, well, low man on the totem pole.
Someone has to transcribe the surveillance logs.
- Detective from gang stopped by,
looking for the pretty lady from El Salvador.
He asked me to make sure she got that.
She's not working with anyone from gangs.
- It was O'Brien. I know him.
He was really looking forward to meeting her in person.
Cops.
*
- Sorry about that.
- No, no, I'm fine.
Actually, before you called,
I was on my way home to an empty house,
so this is a treat.
- Well, it's good to know that
I can still beat out an empty house.
So you were telling me about how much you like being single?
- Mmm, oh yeah, it's fantastic.
I love swiping right, or left.
- It's so romantic, you know.
- Mm.
- I'm not very good at this.
But...
Do you want to come up to my room?
- I'd like to.
But the question is, should I?
I think you should.
*
.
- Hey, hey.
Your partner's been calling.
- Yes, I'm fine.
both: Hey. - So I talked to Lindsey.
- Yeah. - She's solid.
All they got is a bag full of bones.
This is going to be fine.
- Listen. Just...
Keep your ear to the ground, okay?
If it's coming, I want to see it from a mile away.
- All right, but don't worry, man.
You know I got your back.
All right?
- A call back would have been nice.
- I'm sorry. What's so important?
- I'm concerned about Marcella.
I think she's playing us.
- Playing us how, what do you mean?
- I don't know, that's what's so odd.
- Kim, I'm tired. We have a lot of work to do.
- Okay, um, I think that, uh,
she's been talking to O'Brien from gangs.
- Exactly.
I thought she was here to observe homicide.
He dropped this off for her last night.
What the hell is she doing
running our offenders through him?
And he was supposed to meet her for a drink last night,
but she cancelled, so...
I guess something better came along.
Maybe she crossed with him when she was working with homicide.
- I have a call into O'Brien.
- There you go, could be she's just trying to help.
Anything else I need to know? - Yeah.
Yesterday, when I found Marcella on the street,
she told me she lost the kid she was following.
But I saw her watch a girl,
fitting the exact same description
walk through a gate, into a yard.
It was clear as day. I asked her about it,
and she lied to my face.
- That's what I'm talking about Antonio.
Something's off.
- I don't know.
*
Hey, are you talking to a guy in our gang unit?
- Yeah.
Keith O'Brien.
I asked him to run some stuff for us on those SS-11 guys.
- Oh.
- He dropped it off at the district last night.
- I know. He texted me.
I was supposed to buy him a drink to thank him, but...
I had a better offer.
- I met him when I was working with homicide.
He gave me his card, told me,
call me if you ever need anything.
I should have run it through you guys.
I was just trying to help, I'm so sorry.
I get it. That's all right.
Just some people were confused, that's all.
- Hey, thanks for meeting me, Keith.
- No sweat, like I said, I was in the neighborhood.
What's up. - Marcella Gomez.
- Did she ask you to do the work ups
for the homicide at Marco's pawn shop?
- No, I'm just... I don't know,
I was just wondering how she got your number.
She's only been here a week or so.
- Two months ago, she reached out from El Salvador.
Wanted to know about Raul Martinez, "El Lobo."
- Wait, she was talking to you about "El Lobo" two months ago?
- Yeah, an informant in El Salvador
told her that he was headed to Chicago.
So I checked it out with our CI's but came up dry.
Why, what's the big deal?
Look, I'm not trying to step on toes.
She called me yesterday, said she just happened
to be here for training, was working with you guys,
and "El Lobo's" name came up.
- Right, no big deal.
Thanks, Keith. I owe you a beer.
- I intend to collect.
- Jay.
Guys, we've got company.
Possible targets pulling up to the rear of the location.
No tags on the vehicle.
*
- Targets are armed and moving toward
the rear door of the bakery. Everybody move.
*
All right, ready?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Let's go.
- Hey, Chicago PD, drop the machete.
Put it down!
- Put it down.
Put it down!
- Put it down!
*
- Come on.
All right, get up.
- Yeah.
It was a good shoot.
.
- Get rid of that hat.
That's nice work. - Thanks.
The other offender's DOA.
Rest of the guys are finishing up
with the shooting team.
- No, it was a good shoot.
All caught on our surveillance video.
They're just getting the papers straight.
- He walked into the bakery like that.
I'm serious.
- Alonzo looks pretty young for an enforcer.
In the video of Marco's murder,
he looks very nervous and scared.
I'm thinking it was his first kill.
- Like some kind of gang initiation thing?
- Exactly.
After that, there's a ceremony.
Senior members of the gang
beat up the chequeo for 11 seconds.
If he takes the beating like a man,
he's in. - Hmm.
- Whether or not he took the ass-whooping like a man,
he's a boy, and he's terrified.
Probably never been in a room before.
- Yeah, so let's use that. You and me.
Let's find this "El Lobo."
- Well...
We know what happened at the pawn shop, Alonzo.
We got the whole thing on video.
- I think...
Valasquez killed him.
He was dead by the time you got your whacks in, right?
His name was Marco.
He was my friend.
And someone has to pay for that.
- Right now, that someone is you.
Hey!
- Look at me, Alonzo.
*
Marco was your first, right?
Yeah, I thought so.
Let me guess.
You wish you hadn't done it, right?
Wish you could take it back.
- I do. - Yeah, well...
See, that's the thing about murder.
You can't take it back.
It stays with you the rest of your life.
No matter how hard you try.
Sixteen?
Hey, hey.
I know it doesn't seem like it right now,
but you got your whole life ahead of you.
If you play your cards right. - Mm-hmm.
Son, what happens in this room right now.
Right now.
Determines...if you die in prison an old man...
Or you walk free by your 25th birthday.
- And all you've got to do is tell us where "El Lobo" is.
- Mm-hmm.
So what's it going to be?
- Last night,
"El Lobo" slept in a house on a street called Sawyer.
- Okay, Sawyer's a big street. Near it, on it?
- It was on a corner.
Um, it was blue.
There was Chinese across the street.
- Um...
There was a grocery across the street next to the Chinese.
I think it was near a firehouse.
- You're sure he stayed there on Saturday?
- Yeah.
- Is there something on your mind, Detective?
- But he could be gone by now. - Yeah.
You lied about losing the kid you were following yesterday.
I saw her walk into that building,
and I saw you see her walk into that building.
- I already explained that.
- You knew "El Lobo" was gonna be in Chicago two months ago.
Why would you lie about that, Marcella?
- Excuse me.
*
- Yeah, I got the photo.
- Can you run facial rec on that guy?
- That guy just
picked up Marcella. You know what, can you just
run it, and then I'll explain everything later?
- Of course. I'll see what I can find.
- Thank you.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
*
Holy crap.
- Marcella's son was murdered by "El Lobo."
- Well, I hate to say it, but that actually makes sense.
Nothing about this makes any sense.
- Check this guy out, this was the guy that picked her up.
- That's Francisco Flores.
Right? Francisco Flores
is part of a Salvadoran vigilante death squad
called Mano Negra.
Their whole thing is they assassinate SS-11 bosses.
They're here in Chicago to kill "El Lobo."
.
- Jay, you got that address
on Sawyer Street? - I'm working on it.
- Hey, you need to see this.
*
- Stabbed to death for looking
at an SS-11 member the wrong way.
- She's been playing me.
- She's been playing us.
She didn't come to Chicago to observe homicide.
She came to kill "El Lobo," Antonio.
How do you know that?
- Because she has been running around town
with this guy.
Francisco Flores.
He's the leader of a Salvadorian hit squad
that kills SS-11 leaders.
El Mano Negra
- They don't just kill.
They also engage in torture. Sometimes for days.
- I got the address, 1235 Sawyer Street.
It's a blue house across the street
from Wu's Chinese Restaurant, and Lopez Groceria.
House is owned by Guadalupe Diaz.
She's got two young kids. - All right, let's hit it.
*
- 50-21, Charlie, emergency.
Man down, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest.
- Copy that, 21-70.
- Yeah.
- Don't move!
Hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay. You're safe.
- Well, Sarge, the blood trail stops right here.
Maybe this is where the car was parked.
- Yeah, someone's leaking pretty bad.
- It's what we thought.
Marcella and her partner, Flores,
busted in ten minutes before we got here.
They killed the guy in the living room,
handcuffed "El Lobo," took him out back
and put him in the trunk.
- Where's all the fresh blood coming from?
- Well, she thinks Flores was shot, too.
She saw him leaning against the car, holding his stomach.
- All right, check local hospitals
and clinics for gunshot victims.
Put a BOLO out on Marcella and Flores.
- Copy that. - Flag their passports
with TSA, now.
- Yeah, got it. Thanks.
- The clinics and hospitals are negative.
- TSA flagged her passport, we have a BOLO out,
and every way out of the city covered the best we can.
- "El Lobo's" body hasn't turned up yet,
so there's still a chance they're
here torturing him somewhere.
- Yo, we got into Marcella's phone records.
Since she's been in Chicago, she's made about a dozen calls
from her phone to this burner phone
that we're assuming belongs to Flores.
- The Flores burner's dead, but OCD was able to recreate
a digital trail using signal data
from his previous outgoing calls.
Those calls originated from one
of three homes on South Shields.
Kim, can you run these addresses?
- Yeah. - 5220, 22, 26 South Shields.
- Okay, 5220 is a single family home.
Owned by Thomas Miller.
He's been paying taxes since 1967.
Then there's 5222, Maria Valdez owns it.
She's lived there 10 years.
5226...
Is vacant.
- That's the one. Let's hit it.
*
- Go right. - Yeah.
- Marcella, put the gun down.
- Drop your weapon!
- Step back, or I'm going to kill him.
- Don't do this, Marcella. It's not worth it.
- Sure it is.
- Marcella, he's going to pay for what he did to your son.
His life's already over.
You pull that trigger, your life is over too.
Now put the gun down.
I died the day he killed my son.
- But killing him is not going to bring your boy back.
It won't make you whole again. Believe me.
- Give me the gun.
- Do what he says. Put it down.
- Step back! Step back!
- Marcella, give me the gun.
- Sarge, Sarge, Sarge.
- Marcella.
Put the gun dow--
*
I'm so sorry.
*
- It's all right. It's okay.
I think she's still breathing, right?
*
- 5021 David, emergency.
Shots fired at the offender and the police.
*
- Hey, I'm sorry.
You were right.
I was distracted.
You were just looking out for me.
Being a good partner.
- She was on a mission.
Trust me.
There's nothing you could have said would have stopped her.
Only thing kept her going was that hate.
You did what you had to do. - Yeah.
What she wanted me to do.
- Hank.
You truly are a creature of habit, my man.
A scotch, and a Hawks game at Jack's.
Uh, bourbon for me, another scotch for my friend.
- I'm good.
- You might want to have another one.
- Well, the lab recovered a deformed slug.
From the soil around Bingham's body.
I mean, it was in pretty bad shape
after being in the ground all this time,
but science has come a long way since we started out, Hank.
Those folks in the crime lab can do amazing things.
Thank you.
Well, it turns out...
That slug matches a round that was recovered
at the scene of an armed robbery
where shots were fired at police a few years back.
And, turns out...
That you made the arrest.
But the suspect's gun was never recovered.
*
We're getting closer, Hank.
Way I see it, just a matter of time.
*
Oh, look at that score.
Looks like this game is just about over.
We'll see you, Hank.
*
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