.
[tense music]
♪
- Here to see Walker North. - ID.
ID.
Secure your service weapon.
[elevator dings]
♪
- [sighs]
- Sergeant Voight, Special Agent North will see you now.
- Thank you.
Thank you. - Have a seat.
Oh. I'm sorry, man.
I told 'em to park you in here, where you'd be more comfy,
but these people.
This place is run by cadavers. [both chuckle]
"Bureaucrats" as they're known in the wild.
- Agent North. What can I do for you?
- Roy Walton.
One sick man.
Drug trafficking, human trafficking,
killed three girls, tried to kill a cop,
and then he just disappeared.
- [grunts]
- When it all went down,
your deputy supe, Sam Miller-- you know Sam?
- Yes.
- Well, Sam wanted fresh eyes on the case,
and our assumption was-- and yours too, I believe--
is that Roy Walton left the city.
- That's right.
- Well, turns out he didn't.
Walton never left Chicago. - Huh.
- After it all went down, Walton had his cousin buy him
a ticket up to Grand Rapids.
He never got on the train.
And we combed through every camera on every traffic light,
toll booth, you know, planes, trains, automobiles--bupkes.
- People don't just disappear. - [chuckles]
That's right.
No, Roy's here somewhere.
♪
Look, I know this was a tough case for your guys.
You almost lost one of your own?
- We did.
- I got no interest in scraping off fresh scabs here,
but I got to put together a precise timeline for Walton.
- You need our files, no problem.
- That's--and--and I need to talk with your guys too.
- [grunts] - Uh, you're with
the Intelligence Unit? [phone buzzes]
Right? You--you work out of the 21st?
That's West Side?
- Southeast, low end.
Listen, my unit's responding to a scene right now.
- Do your thing, please. Uh, that's all, really.
- Listen, we're an open book, so anything you need.
- Much appreciated.
♪
- Chicago PD! - Here!
- You clear the house yet? - No.
Riding solo, been with him. Guy with a knife--
20s, Hispanic, gangbanger, his words.
- [gurgling] Please.
Just take care of my girls.
- Hailey, I'm going upstairs. - Yeah, I got down here.
♪
- Hailey, I got blood upstairs. It started here.
I'm clearing the rest of the floor.
- Chicago Police! I know you're in there.
Come out with your hands up or I will assume
that you're armed.
- [screaming] No!
No! Please.
- Okay, okay! It's okay.
You're okay, you're okay.
- [panting]
Dad! Where's my dad?
- We're getting him help. All right, it's okay.
- [sobs]
- Heard screaming. It was bad.
I called 911.
He isn't okay, is he?
- We're doing everything we can for him, ma'am.
- Harvey's a good father, a good man.
- All right. Well, thank you.
How's the kid?
- I don't know, still trying to breathe.
- What do we got?
- Harvey Clarke, 44, multiple stab wounds,
back, torso--on his way to Med.
- Sounds like home invasion gone wrong.
Clarke said a guy busted in the side door,
went for his late wife's jewelry.
Described him as a thin, young Hispanic male.
- Clarke lives here with his two daughters.
The one I found, Candace, she's 14 years old.
And there's an older one, Darlene,
16, went to school early,
probably has no idea this ever happened.
- Well, you got Social Services on her?
- Yeah, they're taking 'em to their grandmother's house.
It's the only local relative. - What about their mother?
- She passed away.
- Neighbor said it was some sort of autoimmune thing.
- Sarge! - What do you got?
- All right, so we found two cash counters
and a bag of rubber bands in the garage,
which means that whatever our victim does,
he does it in cash.
But Sarge, there's no sign of forced entry at all,
which means that whoever did this
possibly just walked right in.
Maybe they had a key or the door was open,
but I think that's worth asking some questions.
- Yeah, like, maybe the offender knew him.
Chase it. - Copy that.
- All right, I want to work this wide.
Have Forensics dust the whole house for prints.
Adam, look for patterns of break-ins,
known burglars in the area.
Jay, Hailey,
meet me two blocks east in five.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- The FBI has an active investigation
into the disappearance of Roy Walton?
- You told us they weren't gonna do anything more
than put his picture up in the post office.
We're talking about the end of our careers,
disbanding of the whole unit,
prison.
- They have nothing. It's a fishing expedition.
- You believe that?
- Well, if they have anything more than nothing,
I'll find out.
Look, if we stick together...
We're fine.
All right, where are we?
- Victim's not out of the woods yet.
One of the stab wounds lacerated his liver.
- We did our due diligence on the guy.
Found some chinks in the armor,
some, uh, happenings with his business.
- Everyone, this is Agent Walker North, FBI.
He's leading the investigation into Roy Walton.
He's gonna be hanging around a bit.
- Hey, come on in, Agent North.
Pulled all our files,
got you set up right over there.
- Ah. Yeah, careful.
I might never leave.
- So look, Agent North is gonna be speaking to each
of you over the next few days,
figuring out if Roy Walton might have gotten away.
- This is all routine.
Kim Burgess?
- That's me. - Thank you for your sacrifice.
I'm not gonna stop until I find Walton.
- Please don't.
I want to pitch in,
so anything you need, I'm here to help.
- Hey, you guys-- you guys were up
to some real police work here.
Please, carry on. - All right, you heard the man.
Let's go. - All right, Harvey Clarke owns
two nightclubs in Little Village.
Both are lowbrow dives.
- And according to a civil case a customer filed
against Clarke, this is his head of security,
Lorenzo Santiago, 26 years old.
- Right, and that's the soft complication.
He's also a documented shot-caller
in the local neighborhood gang, Los Guerreros.
- We've got numerous phone calls
between Santiago and Clarke.
GPS puts Santiago at the Clarke residence
two days before the stabbing, multiple times before that.
- Yeah, well, if Clarke knows this guy Santiago,
why not just ID him himself?
- No way of asking for another 24 hours.
Clarke's in an induced coma.
- Well, we still got plenty of probable cause.
Bring him in.
- There. Blue plaid shirt and jeans.
- We got a positive ID on Lorenzo Santiago.
[unsettling music]
- We're moving too.
♪
- Lorenzo Santiago! Chicago PD!
- [grunts]
[tense music]
♪
- Stop!
[glass shatters] [person yelps]
10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police.
- Get down, get down! - Move!
Get out of the way! - Get down!
- He's headed for the roof. - I got the back.
Gunner's moving westbound on the roof.
- Stop!
Drop it! Drop it!
♪
- Offender's hanging from the roof,
northwest corner, roll an ambo.
- Drop the gun, I'll pull you up.
Or you are on your own.
Either you're gonna fall, or we're gonna shoot you.
You're dead either way.
Listen to what I'm saying to you!
- His name is Harvey Clarke.
- Never seen him. - Oh, really?
'Cause that is damn sure you working the door
at his nightclub.
I got you on two counts
attempted murder of a police officer.
You got one shot at ever seeing daylight again.
So?
- Look, I didn't run from y'all because of Harvey Clarke.
- No, you ran because you thought the bill was due
for running a gang.
Harvey Clarke. - Look, I know him.
I work with him, but I didn't bust into his house
and stab him!
- Well, I can put you at his house two days ago,
right before somebody put a knife in his liver.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Look.
Okay.
I go to Harvey's once a week to drop off cash.
We use the sales that we make on the street
to wash money from his nightclubs.
- Clarke is involved in narcotics?
- No. Just skimping on taxes.
- You can try and talk to them, but they're barely speaking.
- Has your office had contact with the family before?
- No. DCFS has never been called.
Seem like a good family. That's them.
- Thank you.
Darlene, you were already gone for the day, right?
- Marching band just started up again.
Practice is before first period.
- And Candace, you were-- - About to leave for school.
Heard Dad yelling upstairs with a man.
- Did you see this man come in?
- No.
Just heard them.
[sighs] Then I heard Dad scream.
- And that's when you hid in the pantry?
- [sniffles] Yeah.
I should have been more brave.
- You were plenty brave.
♪
- I'm Emily Roberts, one of the doctors
that's been caring for your father.
- Is he gonna be okay?
- No, girls, he's not.
I'm sorry. There was just too much damage.
- [sobbing]
- I'm so sorry.
[somber music]
♪
.
- Hey.
You gonna tell me why you asked me to pull all this info?
- You don't want me to tell you.
What'd you find?
- Nothing good.
Agent North's routine about not knowing where we work
or what we do for a living.
- That's a front.
- He already pulled everything weeks ago.
Personnel files, financials, psych, every beef, every arrest
for everyone that works in Intelligence.
This dude might as well be crashing on your couch.
- He texted me.
And he's starting to interview our guys now, Trudy.
I got to know what he knows.
[tense music]
♪
- I should be dead.
So yeah, that's a weird way to live.
- Hmm. [clicks tongue]
How did it start?
- We split up searching for Walton.
- Holding anchor at one location.
- Officer Burgess, she wound up alone.
- I found her vehicle unoccupied.
- We've all had our share of rough days.
- That was a real tough day. - It was a failure.
- Knowing Roy Walton is still out there...
- We're not used to not getting our man around here.
We would have run through a wall to find her that day.
- Situations like that, it can feel so desperate,
sometimes it's tempting
for cops to take things into their own hands.
- Sometimes. - But in the end,
it was good old-fashioned, textbook cop work
that brought Kim Burgess home.
- Then we had to find the son of a bitch who shot her.
- Here's where the thing makes you crazy.
- We had him. - Then we didn't.
- I can recreate the movements for the whole team that night,
but not you.
Do you remember Mark Irwin?
Your street notes say that Mark Irwin was suspected
of helping Roy Walton disappear that night.
- Yep. - And you were supposed
to make contact with Mark Irwin that night.
- Mm-hmm.
- And?
[knock at door]
- I'm sorry to interrupt, need to borrow Detective Upton.
We got a break in the case.
- Of course.
We'll talk more when you get a chance.
- Great.
♪
Doesn't look good, pulling me out like that.
- Trying to make a murder.
And it can't look bad if you're keeping steady in there.
Are you? - Yeah, I am.
- Where are we?
- Santiago's alibi checks out,
but we got another hit.
- I found a camera on the block.
- This right here is 21 minutes before the 911 call.
- Thin, young, Hispanic, like Harvey Clarke said.
- Yeah, we found him on the sisters'
Snap and Instagram accounts.
It's a clear match.
Name is Rodrigo De Leîn, 16.
Goes to Drake High. Looks like Candace's boyfriend.
- Scoop him up.
- So you know Candace and Darlene Clarke?
- Yeah. Known 'em forever.
Is that bad? - Depends.
When was the last time you were at their house?
- Day before yesterday. Picked 'em up for school.
- Yeah, well, now it is bad.
That's yesterday morning, outside their house.
21 minutes later, somebody walked inside
and murdered their father.
- And you think I--no.
- Then why are you lying to us, Rodrigo?
- Because I wasn't supposed to be there.
- Why? - I don't know.
- You don't know? - No!
I pick 'em up every morning, ever since I got my license,
but the night before, they called.
They told me not to come, but I went anyway.
I had to see Candace. I just--
I like her, and...
I went and I knocked on the door,
and they told me to go away.
They told me not to come in.
- You keep saying they.
Who's "they"? - Darlene.
- Yesterday morning, who told you not
to come inside the house?
- Darlene.
[suspenseful music]
♪
.
- Darlene just ran upstairs to get a sweater.
- I'm here, Grandma.
- The girls have been through so much.
- It's okay, Grandma.
We got to help 'em find the man who did this.
- Thank you.
Candace, um,
your father said that when the man broke into the house,
he used the side door.
Would that door have been locked?
- Dad always taught us to lock the doors, coming and going.
- Okay, so Candace, you were in the kitchen.
You must've heard the man break in then, right?
I mean, it's a big, heavy door.
- I heard it. It was a big crash.
- What about Rodrigo?
- Rodrigo? What about him?
- Well, we talked to him.
He says he came to the house that morning,
but that, Darlene, you told him to go away.
But you told us you had already gone to school at that point.
[suspenseful music]
- People think we sound the same.
- Well, why would you tell him to leave in the first place?
- Hmm.
Darlene, would you show us your arms, please?
- Why?
- Is that a problem?
♪
Both arms, please.
She claims she's been cutting. - Hmm.
- But I've known plenty of cutters.
I know what "hesitation cuts" look like.
They're shallow, clustered together.
- And this isn't that?
- No, these are knife wounds. - Huh.
- And the warrant on the house gave us nothing.
No murder weapon, no diaries, no computer.
No motive of any kind, so if these girls had something
to do with it, we don't have it yet.
- Or they're covering for someone.
- All right, let's get two holding cells,
get child advocates down here to monitor.
We'll put the girls on ice for the night.
Then we'll separate 'em. See who cracks.
♪
- I got another call from my FBI contact.
- Okay.
- Walker North is ambitious as hell.
- Hmm. - He wants to run
the Chicago office someday.
- Yeah, but he needs a scalp first, right?
- A copper's scalp, what they all want.
Hank, North wasn't assigned this case.
He asked for it.
- There we go.
Carmela Quintana.
- Well, let's see if your gut's right.
♪
Carmela Quintana? FBI.
I had a couple of questions for you.
Yeah, she already talked to North.
- And what'd she say?
- That Mark Irwin, when he took her hostage,
said the CPD murdered Roy Walton.
And that when Upton came into the room,
she promised Irwin that she would
"tell the world what happened."
- Seconds later--
- Intelligence killed Mark Irwin.
- [sighs]
[tense music]
♪
- I assume those are FBI bugs. - Yeah.
They have a tracker on the car too.
We are gonna leave them exactly where I found them.
We just wait for this to blow over.
- What, so that's the plan? We're gonna wait for the FBI
to stop caring that you put a guy in the ground?
- Listen, we are in this now.
- Yeah, exactly. We're in this.
So you need to tell me what the feds actually have.
- Everything. All the loose ends.
But Jay, everything they have is circumstantial,
and they're missing one thing-- a body.
They can't even say Roy Walton is dead.
- Oh, they're sure as hell gonna try.
- You're damn right.
And they are coming after Hailey.
So we need to hold the line,
'cause one of us cracks...
This whole thing comes down.
♪
.
- Hey. I've been calling you.
[tense music]
♪
- Voight found a tracker on your car.
And bugs too.
I don't know if the house is bugged.
You're the FBI's target.
They have way more than they are telling us that they do.
You're gonna be interviewed again under oath.
This is all gonna be on you.
- [sighs]
Do you think I should turn myself in?
- No.
I want to start my marriage with the woman that I love
out of prison.
- We're supposed to be together forever.
But if you feel what I've done is so terrible
there's no coming back,
forever feels like a real long time.
- Hey, Candace.
- Hi, Darlene.
- So how did you get to school the morning
that your father died?
- I walked.
- It was two miles, Darlene.
- When Rodrigo came over, that wasn't you
talking to him through the door.
Darlene was there. She hadn't left for school yet.
- We talked to the marching band director.
He says you didn't show up for practice that day.
[suspenseful music]
- Darlene already told us she didn't make it to school
in time for band practice.
- Why would you lie about that?
- I--I don't know.
- You don't know? - I don't know.
- I think you do know.
- You didn't hear someone crash
into the house that day, did you?
- [sniffling] - No one else came at all.
This was you.
You and your sister.
You did this.
- [sobbing]
Darlene, she was j--
she was just trying to protect me
from him.
- Your father, he hurt her?
- [sniffles]
So bad.
- Candace, I'm so sorry. - [crying]
♪
- The wounds on your arm, they're from a knife.
So you did this?
You killed your father to end your sister's pain?
Darlene, come on. The truth.
Darlene. - [sobbing]
You're right.
- About what?
- I did it, okay?
I took a knife from the kitchen,
and I waited until his back was turned,
and I did it.
I killed him.
♪
- Full confession. - I don't know.
Doesn't feel right. [knock at door]
- North is ready for you.
[tense music]
♪
- You're aware this'll be recorded?
- Mm-hmm.
- This is Special Agent Walker North.
[elevator dings] Time is 10:12 a.m.
State your full name. - Hailey Anne Upton.
- Detective, you're aware of the penalty associated
with making a false statement
to an agent of the federal government?
- Mm-hmm.
- Day after Roy Walton disappeared,
you entered the authorized uniform shop
and bought yourself new BDUs.
Why?
What happened to the old ones?
Paid in cash. Why?
Mark Irwin told Carmela Quintana
that CPD murdered Roy Walton.
Quintana also swears that when you got there,
you promised Mark Irwin to "tell the world what happened."
So what happened?
Men have hurt you. - Excuse me?
- Starting with your own father.
- What? - You know what men do.
You've seen it your whole life.
You saw what Roy Walton did.
You're the one who found those girls slaughtered like cattle.
You got one other woman on your team,
you saw what he did to her.
He left her to die on a concrete floor.
You fight for people who can't fight for themselves.
And that's what you did here.
Roy Walton's dead, that's what I think.
You covered it up.
♪
In some ways, I get it.
I admire it.
But...
it's still a crime.
You talk now, I will protect you the best that I can.
You keep stonewalling me--
- There's a lot of truth in there, Agent North.
But you don't have a case.
I bought new BDUs because real cops get dirty.
I made that promise to Mark Irwin
because he had a gun pointed to a civilian's head,
and that's what he wanted to hear in that moment.
That's textbook police work.
I hope Roy Walton is dead.
If you're right about that,
Walton's turning into dirt somewhere
and everyone's where they're supposed to be.
So since I'm very obviously not under arrest,
I'm going back to work now.
I'm a great cop.
I'm in the middle of working a murder,
and you're wasting my goddamn time.
♪
.
- Voight was right. Feds don't have it.
But something's wrong. - What do you mean?
North? - No, our case.
- Well, we're charging Darlene.
We're getting ready to send Candace home.
I think we're done. - No.
This whole narrative with the father hurting Candace,
it doesn't fit with what we know to be true.
Abuse cases, we know where to look.
But DCFS, CPD, the school system, we got nothing.
This whole thing feels wrong. These girls feel wrong.
- What do you got?
- They knew we were watching them.
They put on a show. - Good.
- Candace conducted the whole thing.
Here, watch.
- Right, okay, so this is when we first put 'em
in the box, right, this is before they're separated.
The girls haven't eaten all day,
and they're saying they're too sick over what happened.
- Mm.
- But here, Darlene's hungry. So she reaches for a sandwich.
Candace stops her. We enhanced the sound.
- No. Not yet.
- Okay.
Now look, right there. - Mm-hmm.
- Candace took a barrette out of her hair,
and she passed it to Darlene.
- Darlene uses it to scratch her own arm.
They had to fuel this myth that Darlene's a cutter.
It's the only way to explain the cuts on her arm.
- There. Darlene's not crying anymore.
Candace won't stand for it. - So Candace pinches her.
This whole thing, it's a script.
- [sniffling]
- I'm gonna take another crack at Darlene,
see if I can get her to tell me the truth.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Glad you got a little more time together,
but it's time.
Darlene, while we understand why this happened,
it did happen, so we got to get you booked up
and let the justice system do its work.
And it will do its work. We'll make sure of that.
Let's go.
- Be strong.
I love you.
- Candace, someone will be coming to take you
to your grandmother's house.
We're gonna make one more stop before we go, okay?
♪
- [breathing shakily] - I know.
I'm sorry.
- Can we go then? - No.
Not until you tell me the truth.
- I did.
- Most of the blood here is your dad's.
But the rest of it is from somebody closely
related to him.
- Yeah. It was mine, okay?
This is where I killed him.
- No, I think this is where you tried to save him.
- What?
- This is where you fought off Candace.
You tried to stop her from hurting your father.
That's how you got those cuts on your hand.
It wasn't you, Darlene.
- [sobbing] It was.
I did it. I told you that I did it.
- I think you've been trying to keep things together
in this house for a long time.
- I'm tired. I'm so tired.
I confessed, please.
- It's okay. Can you tell me what happened?
Please?
♪
- She said she was gonna kill him for a long time.
He was terrified of her.
We both were.
But he loved her too much to do anything about it,
to ask for help, to get meds, to put her someplace.
- That's why you even covered for her afterwards.
- Candace fought me off.
And when she saw I had cuts on my arms, she threw a fit.
- She planned the whole thing.
- And I messed it up.
She had me take the knife, our clothes, everything,
and dump it all,
and go to school.
And if I didn't--
if our story didn't add up,
then she--she was gonna--
- She was gonna hurt you too.
- [sobbing]
- Darlene, would your dad ever hurt you or Candace?
- God, no.
He'd never lay a hand on us. He loved us so much.
Please--
Please don't let her hurt me.
Please, please. - It's okay, it's okay.
It's gonna be okay. It's okay.
♪
- Candace.
Candace, tell them that-- that isn't true!
Sweetheart, I know that you would
never do anything like this!
- Why, if your father never hurt you?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You just wanted to know what it felt like.
- Grandma, Grandma, please!
Grandma, I-- I really didn't do anything!
Please, please! I didn't do anything!
Please, Grandma! Grandma!
[muffled sobbing]
Grandma, please.
I didn't do anything. Grandma.
[phone buzzes]
- Hey. - Hey.
Candace is booked.
She's not going anywhere for a long time.
- Can you come home to me now, please?
- That's all I want.
Look, we're gonna be okay.
I love you.
- I love you too.
- [sighs]
[siren blares]
You got to be kidding.
- Hey, pal. - North.
- Follow me. I want to show you something.
[tense music]
♪
Know who that is?
Of course you do.
You're the one who led me here.
You're the one who ran Voight's GPS
the night Roy Walton disappeared.
Damn good police work,
which is either tragic or ironic.
I'm not sure which.
[chuckles]
I've been searching for the fault lines
in this whole thing, trying to find my way in.
And it's you.
It was always you.
- Is that right? I'm your weakest link?
- No.
No, it's not weakness.
It's decency.
It's possible, Jay, that you're too good
for this world we operate in.
[sighs]
You truly love Hailey Upton, don't you?
You had to protect her. You had to fall in line.
And in the process, you became a full partner
in the cover-up of a crime.
So here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna give you a choice.
Option one, I arrest you and Hailey.
I promise you, I will make the case.
Or option two,
you help me take down the man I really want...
Hank Voight.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]