.
[tense music]
♪
- Did you and Voight find any leads?
- Roy, drop it! - [grunts]
[gunshots]
- Did you find Roy? - [grunts]
- No, Kim, we didn't.
- Did you find Roy? - No, Kim, we didn't.
[gunshots] - [grunts]
♪
- Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
- Ah, couldn't sleep. What about you? It's 2:00 a.m.
What, are you on ghoul patrol? - Ah.
The arrest packets from the drug case.
Which, luckily for me...
Maybe you could help me with.
- Hand 'em over. - Thank you.
What's going on? Jay snoring?
Please tell me he's got some sort of weird thing
where he walks in his sleep, some sort of flaw.
- Nope. Nope, he's out.
Dead to the world. This one is all on me.
- Well, welcome to your evening.
- That's what I'm saying. We are here.
There are no naked men in the road.
- Copy you, 22-12.
That male, nude, has been spotted at State and Eighth.
22-62, are you in the area?
- Regrettably, yes, a block over.
- You think that that's that, uh, Tommy J?
You remember him? He used to eat Quiznos,
strip down, try to break into Harold Washington.
- Only on Wednesdays. - [laughing]
I forgot about that part.
Only on Wednesdays. [laughs]
- Fourth request for any available
area four detectives.
Patrol is still requesting that assist at 53rd and Ada.
- 34-20, we got a body on scene?
- Jesus, the Homicide dicks are lazy.
- I know, right? - That's a negative. No body.
22-52, can you radio in details from 53rd and Ada?
22-52? - What do you think?
You wanna go get some fresh city air?
- I really do. - 22-52, come in.
- Yeah, 50-21 Ida, hold us down on that assist.
- Hang a right on 52nd.
- This address, why do I know this address?
- I don't know. Uh.
It's registered to a real estate LLC.
Looks like it's abandoned.
- Oh, my God, this is the death house.
- The what? - 53rd and Ada.
We called it the death house.
It was an urban legend in my neighborhood growing up.
Something to do with soul sucking.
- So you're saying it's a prank call?
- Well, almost definitely.
Sorry, this one ain't gonna be the one waking you up.
[foreboding music]
♪
- [gagging, retching]
- You okay?
- You're from Intelligence?
- Yeah, that's right. Upton, Ruzek.
- It's over here.
911 call was for reports of screaming inside the residence.
We figured it was some nitwit teens trespassing,
but when we got here, the front door was ajar,
place was empty, and we found these.
- Locks were open when you got here?
- Yes.
We both went down.
I'll let you.
[ominous music]
- [coughs] - [grunts]
[sniffles, coughs]
What the hell?
Jesus.
- Ruz. - Yeah?
- These are from a little kid.
Little kid was held here.
♪
Calls are out to the real estate firm,
but they aren't open yet.
According to the records on file, the firm's owned
this house for five years.
- And the locks? - Lockbox is broken.
- We got no signs of suspicious vehicles.
Nearest traffic cams are about three blocks away.
We'll keep working the perimeter.
Chances are, someone saw this kid go.
- There's blood.
Signs of a struggle.
Someone's holding a child down here,
abusing 'em.
Kid tried to escape.
Struggle ensues,
kid screams.
- Maybe the kid gets out or...
- Is silenced.
All right, let's find this child.
Let's get Forensics down here.
Start pulling all sexual offenders.
You two talk to the 911 caller who called in the screams.
All right, let's go.
- I knew it was real.
See, I told you I wasn't making it up.
Those were real screams I heard.
- Why would you be making it up?
- 'Cause of the house.
Don't you know the story?
It's the death house.
Rumor is, you step inside, you never step out--
- Billy. - The house infects your soul.
So your soul rips and scratches its way out from your body,
shreds your skin wide open.
- Okay.
- When you heard the screams, did you see anything?
- No, I was walking home from a party at my buddy's house.
I heard the screams and I ran.
- All right, thank you guys for your time.
Hey, Sarge, the 911 caller didn't see anything.
We're gonna keep doing knock-and-talks.
- Did you bring any coffee here?
- Yeah. How many nights is that now?
- A few--Probably have a vitamin
out of whack or something.
- 50-21 George, you on the air?
- Go for 50-21 George. - Got a possible related.
49-50 Ada, caller states a male child just broke
into his backyard, six to eight years of age.
- Hold us, status responding.
[dramatic music]
- I didn't get a good look.
I was taking the dog out, heard it, looked over,
and they were dodging in my garage.
- But you think it was a child? - Had to be.
And, I don't know, seemed like something was wrong with him.
- Wrong how? - I don't know.
How he was moving.
- Okay. Just stay put.
- Hey, but look, you should probably know,
I keep my rifles in the garage.
- Are they secure? - No.
I--
come on, I never thought a kid would break and enter!
- That's all right.
♪
All right, Hailey, you take it.
Jay.
- Hello?
I'm a police officer.
I'm coming inside, okay?
[tense music]
♪
Hello?
Anyone in here?
I'm a police officer. I just want to help you.
- [yells] - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'll put it away. Okay?
Hi.
My name's Hailey. I'm a police officer, see?
I just wanna help you, okay?
I'm just gonna come a little closer.
Okay? Not gonna touch you.
I just wanna make sure you're okay.
Hey.
Can we get you out of there?
Take you somewhere safe?
Is that okay with you?
It's okay. Here.
It's okay.
.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- You sure you're fine? - Yeah, I'm good.
- The boy's name is Christian Alban, nine years of age.
Reported missing eight months ago.
Disappeared out of his backyard.
- Judging by the look of the cellar, the debris,
and from what Christian's vitamin D levels
and musculature show, it's likely he was held
in that crawl space since he disappeared.
Doctors found signs of abuse, both physical and sexual.
He's sedated right now over at Med.
- All right, get a DNA test from Christian.
Confirm and get his parents over there.
- Yeah.
- Okay, so who the hell was holding this child?
We dig into every avenue, the original case file,
every sexual offender in the city--
I want every person in that neighborhood checked.
Any human being who had access to that property.
- I got one for you. Jon Larkin.
I just got off with the real estate firm.
He's the employee in charge of that house.
He lives downtown. - Well, get his ass down here.
Now.
- I don't get it.
What exactly do you want from me?
Did something happen, or...?
- We're just asking you,
when was the last time you were in that house?
- I don't know.
- Why don't you go ahead and give us a guess?
- [sighs] Years ago, at least two?
I--I think I swung by just to make sure
it wasn't falling in on itself.
The firm keeps the house as a knockdown.
We're just waiting for the neighborhood to gentrify
and for the, um...
- For the what?
- There's sort of a tall tale about the house.
It's, like, a myth or something.
That the, um--
that the house can kill you from inside out.
We're just waiting for that to die before we sell.
What the hell's going on?
- Where were you last night
between 11:00 p.m. and 4:00 a.m.?
- Home.
- Great.
Write down whoever can corroborate your story
and the names of every single person
who could've gained access to that house.
Now.
- My take is John's innocent. His confusion seems legitimate.
He's got no priors, credit score I envy.
- We'll check his alibis and hold him, but--
- He's not our guy? - Doesn't look good for him.
No. - Okay, so what do we got?
- We knocked-and-talked the neighborhood.
So far, no one's reported seeing
anyone inside that house.
Not a person exiting or entering for years.
- DNA from the blood inside the cellar?
- Definitely a match for Christian.
I ran the case file and talked to the detectives.
They didn't even have a person of interest.
Strongly believe it was a stranger abduction.
The gate that led to the backyard was forced open.
Parents heard a scream, they went out, Christian was gone.
- What about sex offenders?
- We're probably gonna have to cast
a wider net, because every alibi
for everybody in that neighborhood checks out.
- Sarge, Christian's awake and lucid.
- Okay, you and Upton, take it.
♪
- We're so very glad you're safe.
[inhales deeply] Your parents are on the way.
They're gonna be so happy to see you.
You know what they told me?
They told me that you used to love these guys
and you had loads of 'em.
So I was thinking that they could keep you happy
while we wait for your parents.
So we were wondering how you came to be in that garage.
You were running from someone, right?
Someone that kept you in that cellar?
Can you tell us who it was?
It can help us make sure
that he never hurts anyone again.
[melancholic music]
♪
- What about these?
Can you look at these?
Maybe you'll recognize the bad person.
None of 'em look familiar?
Christian?
- I don't know who he is.
- Okay. Okay, that's okay.
So he's a stranger?
Do you know his name?
- Sir.
- Did you ever hear him be called anything else?
Do you know what he looks like?
- [voice breaking] It was dark.
- What about when "Sir" first brought you to the cellar?
Did you see what he looked like then?
- Can you tell us what happened last night?
- [sniffling]
He was gonna take me to the dark water.
- What dark water?
- I knew he was gonna take me to the dark water, kill me.
I had to run or else he'd take me.
He had a new boy.
♪
- Keep going, I'm putting you on speaker.
- That's why he ran, so he wouldn't be taken
to the dark water or replaced.
- All right, Christian give you a description of this new boy?
- No, son of a bitch kept him in the darkness or blinded him
with a flashlight whenever he came to visit.
Christian couldn't make out anything about the little boy
except that he was small, scared, and his age.
- What about this dark water?
Did--did Christian give you any details?
- Even better, Sir drove him there once.
He wanted Christian to know exactly
where he'd be killed if he ever misbehaved.
Sounds like a quarry, place with a stone tunnel
is what he called it.
- Can't be that many nearby.
- All right, so weed out our missings.
Focus on any male child disappeared last month,
similar age, weight to Christian.
I'll find the quarry.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[dog barking]
- Got an alert, a body! - Yeah, I got one here too!
.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Jay. Any confirmations yet?
- No, Forensics is calling in FBI techs.
This many bodies and this amount of decay,
they need help to make an ID.
And none of 'em are recent enough to be our missing.
Voight's briefing the brass.
Hailey, if you wanna go home,
just catch a few hours of sleep, I'll call you.
- No. Not on this one.
- Hey. Wait a sec. You're bleeding.
- I am? - Yeah.
- It's all right.
I'll see you up there, all right?
- All right, we are officially looking at a serial.
FBI will work the bodies while we stay focused on our offender
and the current abducted child.
Kim? - Yeah.
Team put these together.
These are the three current missings that fit our profile:
male between the ages of seven to nine.
- We're getting the photos of each of 'em over to Christian,
hoping for a match.
- Okay, and Sir?
- Well, based on Christian's loose descriptions,
the sketch isn't an exact match
for any known sex offenders yet.
- Well, whoever this man is, he had access to these children.
How'd he find them, get close?
- We hit everywhere a grown man could've gained access.
- Schools, parks, Facebook chat groups, child porn sites.
We split 'em up one by one, each take a path.
We find Sir, we'll find the boy.
Let's go. Wait up, hold on.
Hailey, listen, I want you to get back to 21,
Jon Larkin.
I mean, I know his alibi checks out,
but he's claiming only four people
had access to that house.
- Four in the entire firm. - Yeah, exactly.
Press him. We need more.
- All right.
Your firm has 200 employees and you're telling me
only four people had access?
How is that even possible? - Why the hell am I here?
You haven't told me anything.
[stammering] I've been here all night.
I haven't slept, I haven't been given anything but a Coke
and a months-old turkey sandwich.
If you want my help, you need to tell me what's going on.
- A young boy was kidnapped and held in that house.
He was tortured and abused terribly.
And he's not the only one. We found seven other bodies.
- What? - So forgive me if I don't care
that all you've had is a Coca-Cola.
[tense music]
- I don't understand, um,
this person has done this before?
How do you know? - Because I found the bodies,
and I helped lift them out of the water.
I need those names or you don't leave.
- Please-- please, explain to me.
This person really killed all those boys?
♪
- You just need some sleep.
[dramatic music]
♪
No, no, no, no. Help!
I need help!
- I'm sorry. [panting]
[stilted] I couldn't take it.
- [breathing shakily]
I'm in the interview room, suspect's bleeding out.
Self-inflicted. I need help.
Okay. Okay, okay.
- 50-21, emergency, roll an ambulance
to the 21st district, second floor.
Attempted suicide.
- I don't know what happened.
I think I heard him.
I--I think-- I think I heard him.
- All right, it's okay.
- Oh, God. Okay, we got to get him up.
Watch the blood! Don't step on it.
Careful-- keep applying pressure.
Easy.
- What the hell happened?
- They'll look at the footage.
- I--I searched him. I th--I--
I think I searched him. Did I search him?
- Hailey, you searched him downstairs with me.
We did a thorough search of him.
He came up here clean.
You don't remember that?
[apprehensive music]
♪
- Hey. Jon made it to Med.
And the doctors are hopeful that you got to him in time.
- I should have seen it. - No, Hailey,
IRT found a jagged screw in the interrogation room.
He pulled it from a table. You could not have seen it.
- No, this is on me. I should've seen it.
I told him about the death house.
I told him about the dead boys. I should have seen it.
Jay, he changed.
He started pressing me for info--
- Hailey, slow down-- - No, listen!
He started pressing me for info and I missed it, okay?
[voice breaking] I--I heard him s--slicing.
[breathing rapidly] And I--I missed it.
I walked out of there. How did I not--
I can't--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hailey, just breathe.
- [panting]
I can't breathe. - Okay.
I think you're having a panic attack.
Come here. Sit down.
Just sit down. - I--I--I--
- Just feel my hand. Squeeze my hand.
Put your head down.
Just put your head down and breathe.
Just breathe. - I shouldn't have been there.
- This is-- hey, this is not on you.
This is not on you. - I killed him.
And I can't, it's destroying me, I can't--
- Hailey, what is destroying you?
- I can't live with it. I can't--
- You okay, Hailey?
- I'm fine.
[unsettling music]
♪
- Okay.
- Hailey, what was that?
- I just need to go shower.
I just need to calm down. - Hailey?
.
- Well, the real question is,
why'd he attempt to kill himself, right?
That's our lead.
So what's our why?
- Jon's alibi is firm.
But he had to know something.
Maybe he knew our killer.
- Yeah, maybe he let him use the house.
- I'm thinking guilt.
Bradley Larkin, Jon's youngest brother.
Doesn't have any priors, never been flagged for any kinds
of misconduct or anything like that,
but he was pulled out of three different high schools.
Each time enrolled into "behavioral" programs
at a local church.
- Behavioral programs? You think pedophilia?
- I do.
But it's hard to tell what those programs were about
because he was still a kid.
But I know he's had a hard-ass time holding down a job
for longer than six months.
And the only jobs he has had have been for his brother
at his former firms.
Right now this man is a freelance,
part-time property manager, and every property he manages
is right next to an elementary school, including Christian's.
- So Jon knew what his brother was doing.
He didn't stop him, maybe even helped him.
He didn't turn him in. That could fit.
- All right, let's get his last known.
Try to expedite a warrant.
I like it. Nice work.
- Nice work, Kev.
- That moment with Voight back there...
- What moment?
- Look, I know you haven't been sleeping, Hailey,
but it's not just that, is it?
- What does that mean?
- You haven't been yourself. - I just--
- Since the night that you proposed to me.
That wasn't really you.
- What are you saying?
I meant everything I said to you.
- Did something happen with you and Voight that night?
- No.
I know I've been off,
okay, I just haven't slept.
That's all, there's nothing else going on.
- Guys, why don't you hang back or take the next block, huh?
[tense music]
♪
- We'll ask forgiveness. Ready to breach.
Now.
- Chicago PD!
Move.
- Clear.
- Clear. Move.
- It's clear. both: Clear.
- Clear.
- Sarge, no Bradley. This house is clear.
- Yeah.
All right, everybody inside.
Let's rip this place apart.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Jon wrote notes for him.
He knew what his brother was.
Kim. - What?
- It's our guy.
- That's right, name is Bradley Larkin.
He's believed to be traveling
with an abducted tender-age child.
Secure this house. - Copy that.
- I'll get his face to the media.
- And lodge an amber alert.
We hit every single last known address Bradley has.
- And Jon's? - Yeah.
Start with the abandoned ones. Let's go.
♪
- Jon still manages this property.
Company's owned it since 2018.
- Guys, we're negative on properties one, four, and six.
- Okay, we're at number three. We'll let you know.
[foreboding music]
♪
- Dust isn't misplaced.
- Yeah, let's clear it anyway. We'll go floor by floor.
- All right, you go up, I'll go down.
- Keep that DC close. - Yep.
First floor's clear, headed into the basement.
♪
Jay, I got multiple pathways. Gonna need your help.
Jay, I got blood.
Jay?
♪
.
[tense music]
♪
- Whoa.
No, no, no, no. Hey.
It's okay.
It's okay, I'm a police officer.
I'm here to help you, okay?
Are you hurt?
Did you hurt somebody?
It's okay if you did.
Are they still here?
Okay. I'm gonna come up the stairs.
Okay? Is that okay with you?
Okay.
[metal creaking]
♪
Did you hear that?
- Yes.
- [grunts, yells]
[gunshots] [shells clinking]
- [panting]
♪
- Boy's name is Joseph Calman, been missing nine days.
Parents are on their way.
Medics say he's physically unharmed,
so should be okay.
All good with IRT?
- Yep.
- You know, that was close before, Hailey.
I mean, you need me to-- - No.
I just need sleep.
[unsettling music]
♪
- What's up, Smitty?
- Hey, what're you doing here this late?
- Court tomorrow.
You never sent me those GPS reports on the Milton case.
- Yeah, I did. Police mail.
- I didn't get 'em.
You mind printing 'em out for me?
- Never trust police mail.
All right, give me a sec.
- Thanks, bud. - Yep, mm-hmm.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
- I had my GPS flagged, so.
Doesn't matter what computer you used.
- I thought that might happen.
- Mm.
- Your SUV was out here the night we found Kim.
Did you bring Roy out here that night?
Did you kill him?
- Yes.
♪
Roy's buried out here.
Isn't that what you want?
You wanted to know.
- What I wanted?
No, it's not what I wanted.
Hailey was with you that night?
So you just let her carry this?
You let her cover for you.
Have you seen what it's done to her?
It's ripping her apart. - I know.
- She can't eat, she's not sleeping.
And she's blaming herself.
- Because she killed him. - No.
- It was a good shoot in a bad situation.
There was no choice but to cover it.
- She didn't kill him.
- Look, we still hadn't found Burgess.
But I found Roy.
I asked him where she is.
He wouldn't tell me, so.
I kept asking.
That's when Hailey showed up.
- And you didn't take him in?
- She told me to stop. I did.
But Roy reached for my gun-- - Oh, you son of a bitch!
- Hailey had no choice but to shoot!
Listen to me. She saved my life.
That's what happened.
I came out here, buried Roy's body.
I mean, we couldn't bring him in.
'Cause I'd never called in an arrest.
Jay, you can be mad at me.
You can be as angry as you want...
But now you know.
So help her.
- Me help her? You did this to her!
- I didn't call her. I didn't want her there.
She came there. I wish to hell she hadn't!
Bro, I tried to pull her back over and over--
- No, you don't get to do this!
No. - But she went there.
- Because you put her there!
You did, don't you get that?
You dragged her down with you!
- I don't think you know the woman you're sleeping next to.
- [panting]
I found Kim. Kevin and I found her.
We didn't cross a single line.
We did good police work, and we found her.
You did everything you did,
what'd you get?
♪
[engine turns over]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[wolf howls]
♪
[wolf howls]