.
- I'm naming you as my custodian in the adoption.
If anything happens to me,
you're the one who's gonna take care of Makayla.
- Yes, of course.
- His name is Darrell Miller.
- As in Deputy Miller? - Her son.
- You just walked us into a major drug operation.
- Kent Darby and Roy Walton.
- Roy tortured Darrell.
- Chicago P.D.!
- They were trafficking underage kids.
They killed the girls.
We're not letting anything get in our way.
- Up against the wall!
- Shut the city down.
- I'm en route to my second location.
[suspenseful music]
♪
No! No!
[grunting]
- Hannah.
Kim.
Kim, come back. Come back.
♪
50-21, I had a 10-1, 10-1. 4200 South Racine.
My partner, Officer Kim Burgess, is missing.
There's blood, signs of violence.
Squad standby.
- Stand by. A 10-1 has been called.
All units, stay off the air.
Head over to 4200 South Racine.
- No, no, no.
Oh, God.
Squad, roll every car you've got.
I need this street blocked off. I need an ambo here right now.
My partner is missing, Officer Kim Burgess.
My partner is missing.
Kim.
- Cars are one block out.
- Talk to me, Ruzek, what's going on?
- Sarge, Kim's car is here. She is not.
I think somebody grabbed her. I need the team here now.
- Copy that. We're on our way.
Row house is clear. I checked the gangways.
There's nothing except for blood smears.
I'm guessing they dragged her towards the back,
had a car waiting.
- All right, just show us what you saw first.
- All of her gear. Her vest, everything. Her gun.
I mean, she would've never taken that off,
not without a struggle.
♪
- There's not enough blood for a major injury.
If she were dead, they would've left the body.
- Well start knock and talks, pull cameras quick.
- Good. Move.
- Boss, this is one of Roy's LKAs.
I mean, he has to be involved, right?
He and Kent, they gotta have her.
They drug her back here, had a car waiting, shoved her inside.
- So let's get some people down here to help find her.
Call Trudy, have her initiate a Plan IV.
Kev? - Yeah.
I want a full perimeter formed,
Burgess' items bagged and tagged.
Get forensic scrubbing. Let's go.
- Okay.
[dramatic music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
[door slams]
- [gasping]
[both grunting]
- Kent, I'm telling you, we can work this out, okay?
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know you didn't kill those girls.
- Shut up! Shut up!
- Come on. Kent.
I know you didn't kill those girls or Darrell.
That was your boss. That was Roy.
So just--
We can make it. We can make this all fine.
Just fine, but--no!
No! [grunts]
[groaning]
- God, you stupid bitch.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, any witnesses?
- No, not yet, but we've still got a block to go.
- No cams either. - Jesus.
- Closest POD is three blocks out.
- How is this happening? What is happening right now?
- All right, one thing at a time.
Let's work these houses, okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Hey. I got a hit on a POD. Buick Park Avenue.
It's the only car that matches our exact timeline.
Car might be hot. It's not from the area.
Could be our guy. - Let's go.
All right, car is registered to a Myra Birkin.
She's 92 years old. Betting it's stolen.
- All right, put it up top.
Time stamp?
- Eight minutes after Burgess radioed,
two minutes before Ruzek arrives.
- Zoom in.
[suspenseful music]
- There's not enough for facial rec.
- No. Clearly male, white.
Could be Kent, could be Roy. I don't know.
The backseat.
- No. - All right, follow that car.
Get out an all call, trace the theft.
Find the link to our offenders.
Pull it all, now.
Come on, let's keep moving.
- Kent. Look at me.
You call Roy.
You call him, you know he's gonna kill me.
You call him, that's like pulling the trigger yourself.
Listen to me, please.
Listen to me, okay? It's a line you can't uncross.
You're gonna live with that the rest of your life.
- Why are you saying all this?
You don't know me.
- I think you're a decent person Kent.
I do, I think you're a decent-- - I'm really not.
I crossed the line you can't uncross
a long time ago. - I don't believe that.
- And like it or not, I'm already
on the other side, and once you're there,
once you're really there...
There's no going back.
- I don't think you're on the other side, Kent.
Kent, listen to me. - Even if you want to.
♪
- [gasps]
[groans]
[whimpers]
Roy. I've got a problem.
- Hank, I'm here until we find her.
- Thanks, Trudy. All right, talk to me.
- Buick Park Avenue was caught by two other cameras
heading east, then we lost it. - Okay.
- Area has access to I-90, 94, 290, and the 55.
- State troopers looped in?
- Yeah, they're still monitoring toll booths,
and they're sending over cam footage,
but it's gonna be a lot.
Within 30 seconds you could be
on multiple interstates, dozens of exits.
- Hey, anything on the auto theft angle?
- Yeah, I got in contact with Ms. Myra.
She didn't even know it was stolen,
doesn't even drive it anymore.
The car's been parked on an open access street
since February.
- [sighs] And Patrol?
- Nothing from the knock-and-talks.
They're holding the perimeter till my say so.
- Well, we can let that go too. - Sarge, wait, what?
- Look, they're not gonna bring her back to that house.
That much we do know, right?
We gotta move smart, you understand?
We don't have time to sort through
thousands of miles of footage.
Let CPIC take that haystack.
I want us focusing on Roy and Kent.
Where the hell would they take her?
All right, let's get to it.
♪
[garage door clattering]
- Roy.
- No, no, please, I have a daughter!
.
- We've got nothing else on Kent.
We hit everything he's connected to,
but there's a house in Brighton Park
that belongs to a Tim Grady.
We believe that to be Roy's uncle.
All the paperwork is fake,
and every utility is in his name.
- The place is two miles
from where the Buick was last clocked on the street cam.
- Okay, that's something. Let's hit it.
- We're working on the warrant. - No, we're good. Let's go.
- Sarge. We're gonna need proof.
- We are not wasting time, not again.
[suspenseful music]
We got that Buick on surveillance
in proximity of the dwelling.
That's all the proof I need.
Now let's roll.
Now.
- We got no Buick out here, Sarge.
- Kevin and I will announce our office--
- We're not knocking, Jay.
- You have no right to hit this door.
- Gun! - Take the back.
Tim Grady! Chicago PD. You put your hands up.
- What the hell?
You got no right coming in here.
- Where's your nephew, Roy? - Where's your warrant?
- Here's your warrant. Where is he?
- This is a takeout menu. - Where is he?
- Get the hell out of my house.
- When was the last time you saw Roy?
- I ain't talking to you.
- I am not here to debate with you, you understand me?
- What the hell are you doing? - Back up, Kev!
- Take the gun off him, Ruz.
- Ruz. Come on, man.
- You wanna get rolled up in Roy's crimes?
- I don't know what he's done.
- He murdered a college kid,
three teenage girls, 14, 15 years old.
Girls he was pimping out.
You want to do time for someone who's selling little girls,
are you really that stupid?
- All right! - Ruz!
- Whoa, whoa! - Take it easy!
Okay.
He was here a couple hours ago.
Asked to borrow my car. It's an old Pontiac, 2005.
- Was he alone?
- Yeah.
[tense music]
- Appreciate that, sir. What color is the Pontiac?
- Silver.
- We believe the wanted offenders
are now driving a late model silver Pontiac.
- Yo, Ruz.
- I don't want to do this, Kev, not right now.
- Neither do I, but somebody's got to say something
if we're gonna be kicking in doors
and yelling "gun" if there's not a gun.
- Kevin, please, I don't want to do this.
- We didn't even know if Roy was actually in that house,
we had no clue.
So that's what we doing, just making it up as we go?
- You got a better idea?
Or are you just preaching to preach?
Come on, let's go, man.
- Hey, I'm just trying to help, man.
- Help save Kim or help save the world?
- You got no right to talk to me like that,
not after what just happened in that house.
You just put a gun to a man's head.
- Hey, we just got a hit on the Pontiac.
Let's go.
- You guys Intelligence? - Yeah.
- Hey, the marine unit is on its way.
Car down there is stuck in the mud.
All right--hey!
[intense music]
Kim!
- The door's locked, man.
- You got it? - I got it, Ruz.
- There's no latch, Jay. Come on, man!
- I got it.
♪
- [groans]
[groans]
[gasping]
.
- You guys got anything? Devices, receipts, anything?
- Got a jacket and shoes.
- All right, well, you check under the seats,
glove compartment, the center console.
There's gotta be something in there somewhere.
- Got a phone. - Run it over to CPIC now.
- Yeah, copy. - Thank you.
[tense music]
♪
- [groaning]
- Still nothing on the Buick.
They must be changing cars and dumping them.
- They dumped the Pontiac in the river
to hide all the evidence, so whatever it was that
was on those shoes or clothes is gone now.
- Provider gave us everything they could.
The burner belongs to Roy. It's been off for hours.
Last tower it pinged was downtown Madison and State.
Last phone call was from another burner.
That phone's off now too.
So in the past two days,
Roy's called 23 people, sent 9 texts.
That's 32 phone numbers, 33 if we count the last burner.
- Any of those tower dumps
match where Burgess was abducted?
- No, but these guys are smart betting that the phone's off.
- How many numbers identified as a burner?
- Uh, 12. The other 21 are registered.
So we get names, LKAs, criminal history.
- That's a lot of addresses to chase.
- Right--we just gotta prove the culpability,
and then we get all those warrants
and all the tower data from the--
- We don't have time for all that.
We split up the names, four apiece.
- And then what? We're just gonna
the clock up doing knock-and-talks,
and if they don't wanna cooperate, we gotta walk away.
We have no ability to go inside and do a search.
- No, Jay's right. We gotta do more digging.
We gotta narrow that list down
to those who are dirty enough to help Roy.
- Sarge, I'm sorry. We do not have time.
We gotta go with what we've got.
Any one of these people could know where Roy is,
where Kent is, where Kim is.
So we chase these addresses, chase these names,
and do what we've gotta do, right?
- I get it, Adam, I do, but we gotta be smart.
We've gotta sort through the facts, find the lead,
then we do what we gotta do. So let's get to work.
Get those IDs, run the names, and narrow down that list.
- Are you kidding me? What are we doing?
Boss, these guys shot three kids like it was nothing.
They tortured the deputy supe's son.
I mean, what do you think they're doing to Kim right now?
- No one's saying we're not gonna do what's needed--
- No, we waste time with all this homework,
Kim's gonna be dead, man.
- Adam. This is not helping.
You are not helping, you understand me?
So go.
Just take a walk, get your head straight.
- Boss. - Get your head straight. Now.
Now. - All right.
All right, let's get to work.
[tense music]
- Ruz. You okay?
Voight's not wrong.
If we gonna find Burgess, we gotta do it right.
We gotta be smart.
We can't be running around hitting doors, man.
- Yeah, why, are you worried
they'll revoke your woke card?
- Why the hell are you even going down that road?
Burgess is missing. - I know.
So who cares about right and wrong?
Who cares about reform? We need to find her now.
- That's exactly what we're doing.
- No, that is not what we are doing.
That's not what you're doing, that's not what they're doing.
I can't get ten words out
without somebody finding some sort of problem,
wanting a warrant,
wanting to politely knock on some punk's door.
- I'm sorry, that's the law.
- Ha. Yeah, the law. Here we go.
- Come on, man. We all wanna find her.
But you don't get to change the rules just because it's Kim.
- I most certainly can.
I can, precisely because it is Kim.
And if you can't understand that because you're
too busy checking boxes, kissing ass,
then I don't know what to say to you.
- Watch yourself. - Kev, I know
that we don't agree on everything,
but I would think in this situation, right now,
with Kim missing, you could put all that other crap aside.
See that this is a different situation.
Take a day off from being a proud reformist.
Oh, don't step to me!
[intense music]
♪
- Hey! Stop! - What the hell are you doing?
- Stop! - Stop!
Stop it! Calm down! Calm down! Stop!
Enough! Enough! We are not doing this!
- Someone we love is missing.
Every second we waste on this
is a second we're not focused on her.
[dramatic music]
♪
.
- I just want her back.
I don't know why that's such a radical idea.
- I get it, but we can't run around the city
acting like a bunch of cowboys right now.
It's a waste of time.
Look, I hope and pray that we find her and that she's okay.
But if we don't,
if the worst-case scenario actually plays out...
You need to be there for Makayla.
You're her guardian. You took that pledge.
[solemn music]
That little girl is gonna need you,
so you can't go running around, acting crazy, crossing lines.
One wrong move and you could be out of a job or worse.
♪
- Thank you.
- Come on.
That worst-case scenario, it's not gonna happen.
It's just not.
- [groans]
[tense music]
♪
[solemn music]
♪
- Don't die.
Don't die.
[tense music]
♪
- Where are we at with Roy's burner?
- We're still waiting on cell tower dumps,
but we narrowed it down to a list of names of people
who live alone and have a criminal history.
- How many? - Nine.
- All right, so we're down to nine.
- But the other angle is the Buick.
CPIC is going through every interstate camera possible.
The car hasn't shown up torched,
and we're still waiting on that BOLO.
- There's no way in the world they're driving this car around
magically avoiding surveillance cams.
- Right, so the cars gotta be out there somewhere.
If we find it, there's gonna be evidence,
maybe even cams at the location.
- I agree, but we still gotta find it, Jay.
- I know that, but it might be a better use of our time
chasing the Buick than doing
slow knock-and-talks without warrants.
- Well why don't we chase both?
- I've got 20 patrol officers on standby.
- Good.
Have them work with Jay and Kevin.
They can scour PODs and surveillance cameras,
find that Buick.
Meantime, you two are with me.
We're gonna split up these nine names,
start knocking and talking. Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Chicago PD.
Anybody home?
Hailey, you got anything?
- Nothing.
- Place is vacant.
Son of a bitch.
- Okay, oh for one. Let's move.
- It's already almost 5:00. - So?
- Makayla's babysitter leaves at 6:00.
- Oh.
Do you have her number?
- I don't even know her name.
All right, three more houses. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
[tense music]
♪
- Where are you going?
- What the hell is this?
- Where's Roy Walton? - What?
- Roy Walton.
Where is he? - He's not here.
He hasn't been here for weeks.
- That's not good enough.
- I don't know where he is.
- Look, he's been talking to you.
So when he's feeling heat,
when he wants to disappear, where does he go?
- I don't know.
- I'm asking one last time.
And you are gonna tell me what you know.
Because if you don't...
♪
- Nothing.
It doesn't make any sense.
CPIC searched every interstate POD for that Buick,
and all they have are the two
surveillance hits that we already had.
- And we have Patrol everywhere,
monitoring all tolls.
But if they knew that, then the smart move
would be to stay away from the interstates.
- And get off the damn streets all together.
- And if they got off the streets,
that's why we can't find them on a cam.
- I bet they dumped the car
near the last surveillance hit.
- Possible.
We could try a foot grid.
It would have to be really wide,
account for all the blind spots.
We'd need a lot of cops and a lot of time.
- Thats all we've got, so let's do it.
- Yeah. - Let's do it.
- I haven't seen Roy in five years.
- He called you last week. We have records.
- Yeah. My father just passed. Talked for one minute.
I know who Roy is. I want nothing to do with him.
- Do you mind if we come inside and take a peek?
- Help yourself.
- How can these guys just disappear?
That's four houses and nothing.
- The first house is vacant,
the next three are owned by legitimate citizens.
It's--
- What? - It's almost like Voight
cherry-picked the leads.
He took the addresses that actually matter.
- ♪ Tombstone shadow
[Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Tombstone Shadow" playing]
♪ Stretching across my path
♪
♪ Tombstone shadow
♪
♪ Stretching across my path
♪ Every time I get some good news, oh ♪
♪ Ooh, there's a shadow on my back ♪
♪
♪ Saw the gypsy man
♪ Way down in San Berdoo
♪
♪ Said I saw the gypsy man
♪
♪ Way down in San Berdoo
♪ Five dollars on--
[tense music]
- Hey, Roy.
♪
No, you ain't getting out that back door.
I jammed it up from the other side.
You're stuck right here with me, just the two of us.
Me and you.
Now you're gonna tell me where Officer Kim Burgess is.
- Kiss my ass.
♪
.
- Voight's phone is off.
- Yeah, he's not answering his radio, either.
It's almost 6:00, Adam.
- How is this helping? We're wasting time.
We need the real leads. We need to find Voight.
- I agree, but you can't come.
- Don't be ridiculous. Come on, let's go.
- You need to go be with Makayla.
- I need to find Kim!
- You need to let us focus on that.
And you need to go be with Makayla.
Adam, look how scared you are right now.
Think about how scared Makayla's gonna be.
She needs you. You gotta go.
[solemn music]
- I can't just give up. I mean--
- You're not giving up, man.
You're doing what Kim would want you to do.
We are not gonna stop.
We are gonna hit every house,
we are gonna chase every lead until we find her.
I promise.
You've gotta go.
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Where's Kim Burgess?
Is she alive?
Tell me!
- Jay, anything? - Not yet.
We're doing a foot grid in a two-mile radius
from the last POD that clocked the Buick.
It'll take time.
- Yeah, okay. Copy that.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- No, no. - Sit down.
- I told that other guy everything, okay?
Everything.
- All right. Tell me what you told him.
♪
- I'm never gonna talk.
Never.
- Yeah, we'll see about that.
We got all day, Roy.
- I still ain't gonna do no talking,
so that won't do no good.
Or help the lady cop.
Or her daughter.
- There's nothing east. - Nothing west.
- Let's keep moving.
- Murphy, meet me on the corner.
- Keep going!
When the real cops see my face, they're gonna let me go.
- Sarge.
- Hailey, what are you doing here?
- Did he tell you where she is?
- No.
Jay and the others, did they find anything?
- No.
[tense music]
♪
- Jay.
Check that out.
- Kev, you see that? Hazard lights.
- 50-21, George, I got a possible on the Buick.
It's a junkyard. 47th and Pershing.
I need some cars.
- 50-21, George. Units en route.
- You're gonna tell me where Kim Burgess is.
[intense music]
- Kim? Kim!
- Stop. - Tell me!
- We're here. If you can hear me, we're here.
- She's been shot. Kev, she's got a pulse.
It's shallow, but she's got one.
♪
I've got keys here. If this starts, we're going.
- You're gonna tell me. Tell me!
- Sarge, stop!
[engine turns over] - Come on!
- 50-21, David, emergency 10-1. - Tell me!
- We've recovered our officer. En route.
- They found her. Sarge, they found her!
- We have an officer down. Detail initiated immediately.
Offender dead in the warehouse.
- Get these streets shut down. We don't have emergency lights.
We're in the Buick.
- Let's go. - We got you. We got you.
♪
- Is she alive? - Jay, is she okay?
- She's got a pulse. It's shallow.
[siren wailing] - We're taking her to Med now.
- She was shot twice, center mass.
One round is through and through.
The other one never exited. She's bleeding.
She's been bleeding the whole time.
- No, no, no, no! No! - Hailey.
Hailey, get your hands off of me.
- Just back up. Back up, Sarge. We found her.
It's over now. It's over now.
All right? Let's--let's not do this.
We are not gonna be this. It's not who we are.
- Who we are?
Are you kidding me? Who we are?
I mean, what did you think we were gonna do, huh?
What, you want me to bring him down
to the district, arrest him?
Should I call Internal Affairs, the mayor?
[solemn music]
Hailey.
Hailey, I didn't want you to come here.
I didn't tell you to come here.
- I wanted to come here. I wanted to find Kim.
And we did.
Not because of this, but we did.
- Hailey. Hailey, you need to go.
- No. I'm here.
What, are you going to kill him?
That's what you're telling me right now?
- I'm telling you to get the hell out of here.
- No. We're bringing him in, Sarge.
- Did you see him?
No, go ahead. Take a look at him.
Go ahead. Look at him.
Okay?
Hailey. Listen to me.
I never called that in.
There's no record of me being here.
- We'll bring him in anyway. It's the right thing to do.
- The right thing? Are you kidding me?
You wanna talk about the right thing?
Hailey, if you wanted to be more,
you should've thought of that before you came here.
Hm?
I mean, just because your stomach can't handle it
'cause you're scared, it doesn't change the reality.
You're here now,
and you knew exactly what to expect when you came here.
You wanted it, didn't you?
Now you know. Now you know.
This is what it feels like.
- We're bringing him in. - We can't, Hailey.
- After everything that you have spat at me,
that I can't handle it,
that I'm not gonna be able to sleep at night,
that I'm not you, you're right, Sarge.
I'm not you.
But I am here now, and there's no going back.
So you go cross whatever line you're gonna cross,
but you remember that you are
dragging me to the other side with you.
He's still alive.
There's still a way out of this.
We come up with a story, a good story.
He ran, he grabbed a weapon.
We sell it up the chain.
Please.
[tense music]
♪
- Okay.
Okay, we'll bring him in.
Hmm.
[solemn music]
♪
Hey!
- Drop your weapon! Drop your weapon now!
Drop his weapon!
Drop it, Roy! Roy, drop it!
[disquieting music]
♪
- Hailey. No, no, no!
Do not touch him. Don't touch.
- He was gonna shoot you. - Yes.
- He was gonna shoot you.
I saw he had your gun, and I--I saw--
- Yes. Hailey.
Hailey, yes.
Hailey, you did the right thing.
[solemn music]
♪
You gotta go home now.
I got this.
Go home.
♪
- Just give me one second. There you go, kiddo.
She's there?
- Yeah, they're with her right now.
I'm staying on the phone. I'm not going anywhere.
- Appreciate you, bro.
♪
[machinery beeping]
- She's lost a lot of blood,
uh, but she's fighting.
♪
- [grunts]
[disquieting music]
♪
- Hey, I thought you were meeting me at the hospital?
- Yeah, I am.
How's she doing?
- She's still in surgery,
so we're not gonna know more until she's out,
but you know, Burgess is tough.
She's strong as hell. She's been through the worst,
and she's made her way back.
Did you and Voight find any leads?
You okay?
[soft sentimental music]
- All right, well, Will's meeting us there,
so we should get going.
- I love you, Jay.
- I love you too.
- You're just so decent, and I just--
- Hey, hey.
It's okay.
We're gonna be okay.
- I don't wanna be without you.
- You're not gonna be.
- Maybe we should get married.
I'm serious. Let's get married.
♪
[disquieting music]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]