.
[rock music on radio, indistinct chatter]
- Welcome home.
- How you doing, Bench? - Your bourbon neat?
- Yeah, you know it.
Having a slow night in here, huh, Bench?
- Slow month.
- Really? Sorry to hear that.
- The table's ready. - Yeah?
Guys already back there?
- Yep. - Thanks, brother.
[knocks] Evening, fellas.
- Hey. - Hi, buddy.
- How we doing tonight? - How we doing?
- Where the hell is Falcone?
- Canceled. - Same with Kato.
- Again?
Come on. - I ain't worried.
Only means I get to take your money.
- Ha. - Now...
Ay, uh, would you mind sitting down already?
- I just got here. Take it easy, jeez.
- Come on, let's play.
I got a 9:00 with my wife.
- Oh, no, I don't even wanna know what that means.
- When you've been married as long as I have,
you learn that this is the way things are done.
You plan these things-- - No way.
What's the buy-in?
Two? - Two bucks.
- All right, let's go. - All right.
- Three tags in one day.
- Double up.
- All three corner kings.
I'm driving around with a big ass crown
across my hood.
- See, how the hell does that even happen?
I understand one, but three? - Yeah.
- Three? - They did the jewels
in Sharpie.
You know how hard that is to buff out?
- Yeah, I wish I coulda seen you driving that thing.
- Still can, ain't come out. [phone vibrating]
Supervisor says it's not worth the trouble
to find the guys.
- Come on. - Guess they own my squad now.
- Oh, you gotta be kidding me, not tonight.
- Oh, don't tell me you got called in.
- No, it's Kim.
Makayla's having a meltdown.
The neighbor dog ate her platypus stuffed animal.
She can't sleep without it.
- Burgess or Makayla?
- Ha, you're a funny man, Banks.
- No, they'll be all right. Come on, you're not leaving.
- What do you want me to do? Kim's stuck at home.
I gotta go get a new one. The kid needs it.
- We've got 20 minutes still.
- 20 minutes till when?
Till your 9:00?
When you sleep with your wife?
I gotta go. I'm sorry, boys.
I love you. I'll see you later.
- All right. - Ta-ta.
- She's gonna love it.
How old's your daughter?
- Uh, she's actually not my, uh...
Uh, she's seven. - Oh.
- Thank you. [gunshots]
- [screams] - Shut up, shut up!
[suspenseful music]
[screaming]
- This is Officer Adam Ruzek.
Badge number 59054.
I'm at the Michigan and Balboa mall.
Armed robbery in progress,
shots fired by the offender,
civilian down-- I need an ambo right now.
Ladies, come towards me. [shoppers crying]
Come towards me right now, come on.
[gunshots, glass breaking]
- [salesperson screams] - Shut up!
- Keep moving, keep moving.
- Guy's got a gun. Shoot him!
- No!
- Chicago PD, you let her go!
Let her go right now! - [salesperson screaming]
- Let her go!
- Stop! Stop right there!
- Drop the gun!
- [whimpering] - [grunts]
♪
- Ma'am, stay right there. Stay down.
[music intensifies]
- 2320 squad, this is Sergeant Hill.
- Sergeant, I'm Ruzek, Intelligence.
- 2320 squad on the scene of the armed robbery.
Got two masked offenders fleeing eastbound on foot.
♪
- Hey, hold up! Too many civilians.
That's an order! Terminate the pursuit!
Orders coming through!
There's too many civilians out here.
[brakes screeching] - [grunting]
- 2320, I need an ambo
at State and Monroe. [tires squealing]
I got a civilian struck by a vehicle.
The offenders from the robbery fled in a black sedan.
I got a partial plate--
861 Charlie.
- Copy that, ambo en route. - Help is on the way.
Guys, back up so she can breathe.
♪
There will be no pursuit of that vehicle.
We don't need anyone else getting hurt tonight.
Help is on the way. - Ma'am...
- Hey, you go shut that street down.
Now!
♪
I'm right here.
Don't move, okay?
♪
- One of the skull masks shoots at me three times.
They come out that exit right there,
run down this way, I gave chase.
- That's when the woman got hit by the car?
- Yeah, she's on her way to Med right now.
No major injuries, but possible concussion.
- Patrol sergeant said he ordered you
to terminate the chase.
You disobeyed.
- Boss, these guys had just...
shot an innocent man, terrorized a store.
It was brazen as hell.
I wasn't gonna stop.
- The man did nothing wrong.
It's his call. - No, I know.
- So it's a good thing you didn't hear him.
[police radio chatter]
All right, you get a look at the offenders?
- Both white, tall.
I didn't get a look at the driver.
- Hey, man, you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
You guys get anything on the car?
- Stolen, no sign of it yet.
- I talked to a few witnesses.
No good description of the offenders.
- All right, check PODs and cameras.
Maybe get lucky on facial rec. - All right, yeah.
- Okay. - Evening, boys.
- Oh, Detective Ortiz. - [chuckles]
- Something tells me you're not down here shopping.
- Not tonight, Hank, no.
Ruz.
It's good to see you, buddy.
What, you're not eating? Why you so thin?
- Sorry, gotta watch my girlish figure, you know?
How's Mary doing? - Better.
Chemo and prayers seem to be helping.
I'm not sure in which order, but...
- You give her my best. - Yeah.
- You working this crew?
- Yeah, it's their fourth smash-and-grab in a month.
All Gold Coast.
- Hmm. - I heard the word "skulls"
on the radio.
Two inside, one with a hammer,
one with a bag?
- That's exactly right.
- So you got any suspects?
- Yeah, we think at least one of them is a meth head.
Techs found residue on a cash register
in a jewelry store on State.
- In other words, you've got nothing.
- Ouch, man. [laughter]
- Why don't we work this one together, Sal?
- I'd like that. [indistinct chatter]
So we got three offenders.
The shells from the jewelry store hit
matched the weapon in all three prior robberies.
- Was anyone killed in those?
- No, no, no, security guard's our first victim.
These guys like high-end, especially watches.
Think expensive Rolexes and Pateks.
- Copy high-end. You got a line on the fences?
- No, no, but they're definitely dumping them.
We found one of the Pateks on eBay.
They always wear the rubber skull masks.
Lead skull carries a semiauto.
[phone chimes] Skull number two does
the smash-and-grab with a mini sledgehammer.
Skull number three, that's the driver.
- They always stolen vehicles? - Every one of 'em, Hank.
They must be getting them through a chop shop quick.
Getting lucky on PODs, I don't know.
- Well, their luck just ran out--must've felt the heat.
Patrol found their getaway vehicle
abandoned in Pilsen. - Okay, good.
Kim, you and Adam check it out.
Sal.
- Why do I know that guy's name?
Sal Ortiz, I feel like it's very familiar.
- He's a legend.
Once he got a life-saving award
for performing CPR on a baby while he was being fired at
by two G-Parks.
- Wow, I mean, that's amazing.
- I know, right? - Yeah.
- I know you've heard me talk about him before.
I've known him since I'm a kid.
He's the complete opposite of my dad.
I mean, this guy is like the real deal.
- Nice. - Hey, Burgess?
- Yeah? - Can you give me a second
with Officer Ruzek?
- Good luck.
- You make me nervous you talking all formal.
What's going on? - A fresh CR
with your name on it.
Sergeant on the scene filed a beef.
You disobeyed his order
on the new foot-chase directive.
- What new foot-chase directive?
- The one you signed last week.
- I did? - And well, there you go.
My point exactly.
Adam, this is serious. IAD wants to meet.
You got 24 hours to respond.
Call your FOP guy, and get your ducks in a row.
- I will.
Thank you, Sergeant.
[groans]
[somber music]
♪
Did you actually read this new chase directive?
I feel like we get a new directive every week now.
- Yeah, it was two paragraphs.
I managed to make it through.
- All right, what'd it say?
I gotta ask permission to chase bad guys?
- No, the point's just de-escalation.
- I know, I just...
I don't know what else I would've done
in that situation.
Hey. - Hey.
You guys with Intelligence?
- Yeah, you got something?
- I'm not a trained narcotic canine,
but my nose never fails me.
I thought the vehicle smelled like cat pee
at first, but there's no cat hair.
- Okay. - You know what has
the same odor as cat pee?
- Enlighten me.
- Raw crystal meth.
Found this plastic meth packet under the driver's seat.
- Nice.
- You guys know who owns the car?
- Yeah, a retired librarian.
- That's good because I pulled a print.
And it's definitely not from a librarian.
[indistinct chatter]
- All right, meet Paul Lambert.
Looks like he's the driver for the skull crew.
He's got three assaults on his sheet--
all of which took place in the White Sox parking lot,
which has to be some sort of record.
The second one he actually pulled a knife.
- You got a LKA for this genius?
- Rehab center in Gary,
but that's from a year ago.
Looks like he's been off the radar since.
- All right, family here in Chicago,
known associates, corner he buys his dope?
- We tried, but we got nothing.
We did get a cell number from the rehab center.
Sal's been doing some digging.
- Yeah, records show that, after every robbery,
ol' Lambert calls the same number,
and that number belongs to a Timothy Skiles.
Owns a pawn shop in Lawndale.
- All right, Timothy?
- S-k-i-l-e-s.
- Yeah, here we go. This guy's got a sheet.
He got pinched twice for selling stolen property.
Lost his pawn license,
then he got it reinstated a year ago.
- Lambert called him an hour ago.
- Well, that's good.
Why don't we ping Lambert's cell?
- Can't, shuts it off after calls.
- All right, so we find him another way.
We sit on Skiles' pawn shop.
Wait for Lambert to either reach out or show up.
Loop in Burgess and Atwater.
- You got it, boss.
- Here comes Skiles.
Sarge, Skiles is on the move.
He's carrying a duffel bag.
Headed to a black SUV set up
to go southbound on Cicero.
We'll wait for a buffer and then fellow.
- Copy that. - Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.
[engine hums]
- All right, Kim, we just got onto Latrobe.
Keep calling it out so we can stay parallel, yeah?
- Copy you, we got eyes, number two lane rolling south.
- I heard IAD's got a beef on you.
- Yeah.
- You need anything, just say the word.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- Appreciate that, man.
- Strange times, man.
I can't believe I'm saying it,
but as much as it's gonna break my sorry-ass heart
to leave all this... [sighs]
I got that itch now for retirement.
- Really?
Oh, man, I'm surprised to hear that.
- Promise me you're not gonna laugh.
- Okay, I won't laugh.
- We are going to take up tap dancing.
- That's cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool.
Everybody's gotta have hobbies, right?
[laughs]
Put on a show. I'll sell tickets.
We could do a little fundraiser.
[laughs] - Prick.
- We got Skiles pulling into an abandoned factory.
4012 West 18th Street. We're going on foot.
[soft dramatic music]
- Copy that, we're gonna cover the west end.
♪
- I got a silver sedan.
Illinois tags, 14 Eddie Paul Sam 96,
coming your way, Kim.
- Copy, Sarge, we got him in the pocket.
♪
He just hopped out the car
with a black bag, walking right into the building.
- All right, we wait for them to make the exchange.
Kim, Kev, the three of us will move inside.
- Copy that.
- Sal, you and Adam cover the back.
- Copy you, boss.
- Sure you weren't followed?
- No way, relax.
- Chicago PD!
- Get him! I got Skiles.
Get those hands up.
High! Where they are!
- I'm going low. Cover me, cover me, cover me.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Adam, he's coming your way!
- Stop moving--we will shoot!
[metal pipe clanging] - Go around.
Go that way.
Go, go, go.
[tense music]
[gunshots]
♪
[gunshots]
♪
- Sal, you good? I don't have eyes!
♪
[gunshots]
Sal, where are you, man? I'm pinned down here.
♪
Sal!
Ortiz?
♪
Chicago PD, don't you move!
You drop your weapon--
- Adam?
♪
He's gone. - You okay?
- Yeah.
Are you?
I'm good, yeah.
[groans]
.
- I thought Lambert ran into the assembly room.
I got all spun around in there.
- I think you just wanted me to have
all the glory for myself.
- Hey, I'm serious. I let you down.
I should've gotten there a hell of a lot quicker--
- It's all good, Sal.
I got no holes in me.
I know you'd never hold back.
Could happen to any one of us.
All's forgiven, Sally.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, all's forgiven?
Yeah, let's fire that nickname up again.
It'd be a pleasure. - Why not?
- Skiles had 75 in boss money.
- Yeah, yeah, let's see what Lambert brought to the table.
- Hmm. - May I?
- Yeah.
- Franck Muller, gold trim.
That was definitely lifted from the mall.
- Skiles talking? - Hell nah.
But he hasn't lawyered up yet.
- Okay, good. Get him in the box.
Press the hell out of him.
- Told you, I got a call.
Man wanted to meet, sell me some watches.
- You never met this man before?
- No.
- So you went on a ride with 75K
to an abandoned factory to meet a guy you don't know?
Hmm? That's a hell of a first date.
- Okay, Timmy.
These are records of phone calls between you
and Paul Lambert. Now not only did you know him,
but he almost always seemed to call you
right after a robbery.
- We could go get you an actual shovel
if you want to keep digging.
- I got nothing more to say.
- Well, I got something to say.
Four armed robberies,
a dead security guard, a dead Paul Lambert...
Now we tie you to fencing their stolen goods, ooh...
State's attorney?
They're gonna push for felony murder, Timmy.
- All we need is names.
- People give names in Chicago...
they end up in the lake.
I want my lawyer-- - Don't do that.
Timmy, we're your best shot here.
- Lawyer.
- All right.
- Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
[phone clatters]
- What's up? - [sighs]
FOP lawyer, I get to go to IRT tomorrow.
- About the chase directive?
- No, about the Lambert shoot.
- Well, that'll be routine.
- Will it?
I shot and killed Lambert
because he was trying to kill me.
Now I gotta spend four hours defending myself?
- We were all there. We saw what happened.
It will be fine.
- I hope Sal will back me up.
- Of course he will.
He's been on the job a long time.
He was Vice before Robbery-Homicide, right?
- Yeah, I think for a bit.
Why? - No, I'm just curious.
- Sarge, we got something on Lambert.
Turns out he has a CTA Ventra card.
CTA just sent this over.
So this is from five weeks ago.
Lambert's seen exiting the Clark Street station
in the Gold Coast, and he walks up to these two guys.
They have a "What's up" together, and then they leave.
This is the day before
the skulls hit their first jewelry store.
- That's a good image. Facial rec?
- Hot off the printer.
Meet Nicholas Quinn
and his little brother, James.
These two both have a sheet for armed robbery.
Nicholas and Paul Lambert
did a stretch in Stateville together.
- So these guys get together the day before the robbery,
case the joint, go back, get their stupid little masks,
and then hit it the next day.
- Well, that's a good theory, but it's just that--a theory.
Get an LKA on them.
- Hey, 911 is getting calls
about a suspicious blue Hyundai
that's circling the vintage jewelry store
on West Elm in the Gold Coast.
The owner says that it's two males in the car
eyeballing the store,
and they already assigned a blue and white.
- Okay, you three, hit it.
[tense music]
- Look. That's gotta be our Hyundai.
♪
Ma'am, can you move a little faster?
- [gasps]
♪
- Good? - Yeah.
[gunshots] - [shrieks]
- 5021 Ida, shots fired at 34 West Elm.
Plain clothes responding. [screaming]
- Chicago PD, don't you move!
I got it! Go, go, go!
Ma'am, you all right?
- [weakly] Yeah.
- Go clear the store now.
Can you take this? - Yeah.
- Is there anyone else in the store?
- No, there-- there were just two.
- Advise responding,
victim says there's only two offenders.
Roll an ambo. - Copy that.
- Watch it. - Move, move, move!
- Back off, back off, police--civilians!
♪
- Adam, stop the chase!
[gunshots] - [screaming]
- Shots fired, man down.
Offenders fleeing westbound
in a tan sedan.
Carjacking, Illinois plates,
79 Victor Paul 805. - Sir, sir, I'm Officer Ruzek.
Help's on the way, okay? Help's on the way.
I'm gonna stay right with you. Just hold on.
Keep your eyes open if you can, okay?
♪
.
- Talk to me. - We got lucky.
No one was killed.
Owner was pistol-whipped, scared half to death, but...
- Okay, what'd they pull?
- Four vintage Rolexes.
- Submariners, 50K a pop.
These guys are crazy, but they know what's valuable.
- Security video?
- Yeah, they were all masked,
but one of the skulls forgot to wear his gloves.
So video captured him grabbing the watches bare-handed.
- There's gonna be DNA and prints all over this.
- Yeah, that's good.
Where's Adam?
- You all right?
- Oh, I just got off the phone with Med.
- Driver didn't make it, did he?
- A bullet hit his brachial artery.
Couldn't stop the bleeding, so he died on the table.
First time in Chicago. Came to visit his daughter.
- You did everything you could to save--
- No, I didn't.
- We had to stop that chase, Ruz.
- I know there was too many civilians around, Sal.
I get that.
But Jesus, man... we're kinda damned if we do,
damned if we don't out here, aren't we?
'Cause I could have been right on top of them.
Instead, they watched me stop the chase,
and now some girl's dad is dead.
I don't know what the hell we're doing out here
half the time. - I know.
I know you're getting jammed up right now--
- It's not about that. I don't care about that.
- Well, maybe you should care about that.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
The more work you do, the more heat you catch.
It's not what real police want to accept, but they should.
It's the truth.
And you should know that by now.
- Sal, what are you saying to me here?
I'm just supposed to be okay with not policing, sit back?
- No...
No.
- Well, then what?
- Look...
you got a choice.
- Okay, what's my choice?
- I come at you with an uppercut,
snap you out of it.
But then you're gonna lay me out
with a big old shot to my solar plexus,
and I'm gonna be all embarrassed and sore and...
Mary, she's--she's not gonna like you anymore.
Or...
you keep moving forward.
We go catch the bad guys.
Drink ourselves silly.
♪
- You buying, you cheap bastard?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm buying.
♪
- For the record, I'd have gone for your throat.
I think you taught me that, Sal.
- Maybe.
- The bare-handed offender got lucky.
Techs came up empty on prints and DNA at the store.
- No hits on those watches.
- Okay, what about LKAs on the Quinns?
- So their mother passed away five years ago.
Their father owns a two-flat in Pilsen.
Techs been sitting on it-- so far it's all quiet.
- Patrol found the carjacked vehicle
20 minutes ago.
Torched to the rims in Little Village.
Luckily, techs were able to get into the GPS.
So skulls carjacked it at 4:16 p.m.
GPS puts it across town
on the 4200 block of Laporte Avenue at 4:37.
It waits there exactly five minutes
before driving to that field in Little Village.
- Do we have an exact address?
- Uh, no, just a range. 4200 to 4800 on Laporte.
- Okay, hold on.
Uh, there's about 50 houses around there.
- Why stop for five minutes?
- Stash house.
- Smart, yeah.
- It's a dump-and-run.
- Well, it's something.
Let's work this block.
Find out where they stopped.
Let's go.
- My son set this up.
I think it erases itself every 24 hours.
But you can see all of Laporte.
You want some pie or anything, officers?
- No, thank you.
We appreciate the help, thank you.
- I've been robbed four times this year.
Hope you catch the bastards. - So do we, sir.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪
There. - Sarge, I got something.
- Go ahead.
- A sedan pulls up to a brown two-story house,
green iron railings, big flag out front.
- Yeah, I see it.
- Got one of our offenders rushing in
with what appears to be a brown knapsack.
♪
Dude rushes out five minutes later, no brown knapsack.
- Kev, it's 4223 Laporte.
- Yeah, I'm running that right now.
Okay, so the house was last bought in 2017
by an Ariana Pappas, you got that?
- That name sounds familiar, Hank.
Hold on just a second.
Yeah, Ariana Pappas, that's Paul Lambert's sister.
That's it. This is the stash house.
- Okay, we'll call in a warrant.
Then we move in.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Jay, you all set in back?
- Backyard's clear. We're set.
- Chicago PD, open up!
- [grunts]
♪
- You do left, I got right. - I got you, I got you.
♪
- Kitchen's clear.
♪
- Bedroom's clear.
♪
- Bedroom's clear.
- Bathroom's clear. - Upstairs clear.
- Kitchen and pantry all clear.
- Well, Sarge, nobody's here.
And there's no immediate sign of Lambert's bag.
- Rip that place apart.
- We copy.
♪
- [sighs]
♪
Where to begin?
Got something?
- Yeah, I think so.
Yeah, come here. Get something for me?
Ha-ha!
The watches up there?
- Nah, nothing.
What, is it empty?
- Yeah, how's that possible?
They dumped it like an hour ago.
- So we're sitting on the house, right?
Nobody was in or out? - Nobody.
We have the house covered front and back.
I mean, I don't think we missed anyone.
- I'm gonna tell Voight. - Yeah.
- Son of a bitch. - Yeah.
.
- Quinns doubled back before we got here?
- I just rechecked the security footage
at the pizza joint. They didn't come back.
At least not through the front door.
- Maybe someone was inside before we showed up.
He grabbed the watches,
he took off before we got the back covered?
- Why leave the bag?
- Guy's in a hurry, has the watches out,
pockets them, and runs.
- Who cleared the basement?
- I was upstairs.
- Kim and I cleared the front of the house.
- I cleared the pantry and the kitchen.
- Okay, look for witnesses, cams,
anyone who might have picked off someone coming or going.
Get Tact on this house.
I mean, there's a chance they don't know
we hit this place.
Meanwhile, keeping digging into the Quinns.
- Mm.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Got your text. You all right?
- Yeah, I just...
we've got a problem, okay? - Okay.
- This is a security video from the pizza joint.
- Right. - And now we know the Quinns
didn't circle back for the watches.
We arrive at 5:22.
We move in. We clear the place.
And then...
there.
- Sal grabbed a flashlight.
What am I missing?
- The watches.
He took the watches.
[tense music]
- What the hell are you talking about?
- He lied to Voight.
I saw him go into the stash house basement.
And the only reason you would lie about that is
if you stole half a million... - Whoa.
- Dollars worth of evidence.
- Are you kidding me, Kim?
That's a hell of an accusation
to toss around. - I know.
But why else would he lie?
- Because, I don't know.
Maybe he said his words wrong.
Kim, he's good police. This is a good man.
- Yeah, but think about it. It doesn't add up.
- Maybe he was embarrassed that he missed something.
The guy's going through a tough time right now.
His wife's sick. - Yeah, I know.
I ran his credit.
His insurance doesn't cover the treatment.
- You ran his credit? - Yes.
He's bankrupt, Adam.
You know about that civil suit he lost?
- No.
- My patrol buddies, they used to talk about this guy,
Detective "Sally" Ortiz.
CPD tried to bury it, but he got jammed up
for a bad arrest of a two-time murderer.
He got a 700K judgment against him.
He lost all his deferred comp and the kicker?
Half his paycheck is garnished.
It goes directly to a convicted felon.
- Okay. - So it makes sense.
Right? The guy is drowning.
He's desperate. He--
- He grabbed his flashlight to do his job.
- Because he knew a security camera was on him.
The flashlight was his cover.
- [sighs]
- I didn't want to believe it either.
Come on.
What about you? What makes you so sure
that he's clean? - Because I know him.
♪
So I don't care how desperate or how broke he is.
He's not a thief.
It's not who he is.
He's a cop.
You planning on going to Voight with this?
- I don't know.
- Look, Kim, I...think we should do what Sarge suggested.
We find the bad guys.
The bad guys are the Quinns.
Not Detective Sally Ortiz.
♪
Yeah, I just got back to the district.
I'm gonna fill in my sergeant.
Thank you, man. That's good news.
Hey, Sarge?
I think we found where
the Quinns are laying their heads.
- Okay.
- Jimmy Quinn's got a girlfriend.
She's posted bond for him twice.
She lives in South Austin.
Tact's been sitting on her place.
Two men matching the Quinns' descriptions
just showed up.
- Okay, alert the team.
Get over there, set up, and tail them.
- We can't keep our eyes on 'em forever.
I think we should move in.
- All we have is circumstantial.
- I know that. I know.
But we move in. Give me the 48.
I'll sweat 'em. I'll get those watches back.
We end this thing.
Boss, I...
I need this one.
[dramatic music]
- We all need it, Adam.
We don't have 'em.
We'll sit on the house.
♪
[phone buzzing] - Hey, he's right.
- [scoffs]
- What, what's going on?
- They bumped up my meet with IRT.
- To when? - Now.
- No, reschedule. You can't go in there hot.
- Kim... I just want this done.
♪
So then, uh, Detective Ortiz and I split up.
The offender engaged, got off a few rounds,
so I took cover behind some machinery.
Radioed Detective Ortiz.
He was locked down in the old assembly room.
- He was where?
- Sir, you guys have a map right here.
I'm right in the middle of a case.
I feel like I'm kinda just repeating everything
I've said to you before.
- I mean, it's impossible he was in that room.
It's bolted shut.
Sealed off any potential hazardous areas.
So where was Detective Ortiz?
- Oh, yeah.
Okay, well, I-I must have misunderstood him.
I mean, I was under fire.
So, uh, the offender got off a few more rounds,
took off running.
- Did you see where the shots came from?
- Only that the rounds were coming in my direction.
- Was it at that time you felt imminent danger?
- Yes.
- When was the next time you had a clear view
of the armed offender?
- When I got to the elevated position.
♪
- What happened? IRT didn't sign off?
- No, they did. It was a good shoot.
- Okay, good.
Good.
♪
- You were right.
♪
- Oh.
- Sal lied to me.
Told me he was in this assembly room,
that he got jammed up.
Turns out that room is bolted shut.
I think he just held back.
'Cause I walkied him.
I was screaming for help. I was scared.
And he was 50 feet away and he...
he slow-rolled me.
- Did you mention that to IRT?
- No.
How's he gonna do that?
Is that what policing is now?
Too much risk to be proactive and save another cop's life?
I mean, oh, my God.
♪
- I'm sorry.
- No.
I should be sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.
- [sighs] Yeah.
[somber music]
- Gotta tell Voight, right?
- Yeah.
- Move on Ortiz.
- Yeah.
♪
.
[soft dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
- [sobbing]
♪
- Bye, Mary.
Mary said Sal was up all night drinking.
Sounds like he was a mess.
Rambling and railing against the system.
Left this morning carrying a bag.
She hasn't heard from him since.
I don't know, boss.
Sounds like he's either selling the watches
or we need to start checking morgues.
- Nah, we're not there yet.
- Hey, hold on a sec, Kev.
Atwater got a hit on Ortiz's private car.
Toll cams caught it exiting 94 in Roseland
about 30 minutes ago. - Which makes sense.
Sal's got a CI listed in Roseland--
a guy named Alan Delano who's a thief and a former fence.
- All right, so he's dumping the watches.
- LKA's 850 South Perry Ave.
- All right, then let's go.
[tense music]
♪
- Chicago PD. [fence rattling]
[intense music]
- [grunting]
- No, Sal, Sal.
- I'd back off if I was you.
- Easy, easy.
Sal, you gotta give me your weapon.
Sal.
We can fix this.
- I've given my life to this job.
I worked for the city for 21 years.
I'm not asking for a parade.
So you just let me walk away.
- Come on, you know I can't do that.
- You know that half my check goes to a convicted murderer?
♪
I'm a good cop.
I deserve this. Mary--Mary deserves it.
- Sal, we're not here to take you in.
There's another way out of this.
- Think it's too late for that.
- We've been sitting on that stash house.
Okay? We own it.
We put those watches back.
We do another search of the premises.
This time we come out with a bag of stolen goods.
- I need this money, man.
I'm losing a home!
You understand that?
I mean, I got nowhere else to turn!
- I'm telling you, turn to us, Sal.
We can find a way out of this.
Lemme ask you something.
Have you cleaned up the watches?
- No.
- Okay, okay. - Okay.
- I mean, chances are the Quinns' DNA or hair
is still on 'em. We'll bust the Quinns.
You take a few weeks off. Take care of Mary.
The good guys win. - Yeah.
We're all good. Okay?
Come on, look, Adam's right.
You need to take a couple weeks off, Sal, okay?
Listen...
we got this.
We got you.
Okay?
I'm gonna take your weapon.
- Okay. - All right.
We got you.
Go ahead, go with Adam.
- Okay. - All right.
- Let's get out of here, man.
♪
- You know, I got about a month of furlough built up.
I guess it's about time I used it, right?
Whoa, whoa, what's going on?
- We're gonna run the evidence at the lab.
We need to tell them how we found it.
- No, no. - Officers, hold up.
- But--but you said-- - We lied to you, Sal.
We lied to you like you've been lying to us.
Tell me what happened in the factory.
What happened when a methhead was trying to kill me?
Tell me where you were.
Tell me. - I--
- You were willing to let me die, Sal.
Me!
So what happens to the next cop?
The next civilian that you slow-roll?
- No, I...
I couldn't catch another beef, Ruz.
I couldn't.
I mean, I am real police,
and they won't let me do my job, man.
- No, no, no, no.
No, the job just got harder to do.
Jesus, Sal, people died on this case.
Innocent people died.
We needed to stop it from happening.
And you steal the only evidence that allows us to do so?
Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?
[somber music]
You're under arrest.
Your FOP lawyer will meet you at the district.
- Ok, Adam, Adam, Adam.
You--you gotta let me go back inside.
I'm begging you.
♪
And the watch.
Mary gets everything.
- I can't do that.
Sal, I'm not doing that.
♪
I'm sorry.
[handcuffs clinking]
Turn around.
Sal, please turn around.
♪
[handcuffs locking]
♪
Mmm, gracias, barkeep.
- Mm. - [laughs]
Just keep 'em coming.
Bench, you know who that cop is?
- That's your great-uncle, right?
- Mm-hmm.
On my mom's side. - Hmm.
- Thomas Rierdan. He's on the wall.
1957, gets into a shoot-out
with an Outfit bagman named "Detroit Phil" Catalano.
He lost, but...
they gave him a parade, the city.
'Cause that's how police used to be treated.
[door opens]
- Hey, Bench.
- Ah, what'll you have, Kim?
- I will have nothing.
I just need a moment with this guy.
- You can have him.
- Oh, Bench.
[clears throat] Hi.
- Hi.
- Well, I have to warn you, I'm pretty drunk over here.
- Okay. - You wanna join me?
You wanna catch up? - No.
- Okay.
- I got an update.
[sighs]
We got a DNA hit on those watches Ortiz stole.
- Mm.
- So we got enough for a warrant.
And the Quinn brothers,
they're in custody, so..
- Mm.
Do you think he saw it coming?
Sal...
Think he felt it happening?
[somber music]
I'm like...
thinking, you know, I love this job...
so much. - Yeah.
- You know, and I'm gonna continue
to try and do it the right way, no matter how many beefs
I get in, no matter how much time I spend defending myself.
But it's like...
like, I know that's how Sal felt too.
And I just don't think he saw it coming.
- Yeah, well, you're not him, Adam.
That is not you.
- Mm.
- And you have me and you have Makayla.
And we won't let that be you.
- Mm. - Why don't you try?
Why don't you go ahead and try?
- [laughs]
♪
- Let's go home.
- Okay. I gotta pay Bench.
- Why don't you give me the money and I'll handle it?
- [groans]
Thank you. - Slow.
One foot, two foot.
- [laughs]
All right. - Right?
Good night, Benchy.
- Nighty-night.
- Bye, Benchy-boy.
- Later, Ruzey.
- [laughs]
♪
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]