[soft dramatic music]
♪
- My husband's screwing a 22-year-old,
and he looks at me like he's ready to buy my casket.
And my sidepiece just wants to talk about the men
that want to kill us, so yeah, everything's great.
- Sidepiece?
- Plaything?
- No.
- Handler?
- [scoffs]
- Kept man?
[speaking Spanish]
- [laughs] No.
- Lover?
[gentle music]
- That's better.
♪
It's just a little while longer,
and you'll be free.
♪
[knock at door]
- What are you doing here?
♪
- Gloria Perez, Chicago PD.
You're under arrest.
I need you to back up, turn around,
hands behind your back right now.
- You try to hide it, but you can't.
You're just like me.
♪
- You're sleeping with a cooperating informant.
That is official misconduct.
You don't just lose your job.
You go to prison.
- We grew up the same.
We're the same.
- Dante, it stops.
♪
[engine turns over]
♪
- It was real, right?
♪
[speaking Spanish]
♪
- I lied to my sergeant.
I lied to my unit.
My mother.
Everyone.
I thought I'd moved on, but...
it feels like it's all coming back.
Thou shalt not bear false witness.
- That's a big one.
Eso sí.
Dante, did you love this woman?
This whole problem began with love.
We can agree that Jesus was OK with love.
- [chuckles]
- [speaking Spanish]
- Sí.
- And the people you lied to?
You love them?
Your mother, your coworkers?
- Sí.
- You were trying to protect them.
- I'm police to do good,
to make up for what I've done.
Instead I'm--
- Did you think it would be easy, huh, mijo?
- I thought I'd be better.
- How are your Ecclesiastes these days?
- Only OK.
- Chapter 7, verse 20,
"Surely there's not a righteous man on Earth
who does good and never sins."
You do a lot of good, Dante.
Forgive yourself, and God will too.
Recite the Act of Contrition tonight.
Have faith in God.
Look to Him.
He will guide you.
- [breathes deeply]
- Give thanks, for the Lord is good.
- His mercy endures forever.
- God has freed you from your sins.
Go in peace.
Say hi to your mom for me.
- [chuckles]
[phone buzzes]
- Hey, Kim.
Leaving church.
Yeah, what's up?
[engine revving]
Thanks.
[indistinct radio chatter]
What'd we get?
- Drive-by. Thanks.
- Hey.
I knew him.
That's Felipe Roca.
- He ran with Perez, right? - Yeah.
- I thought so. He's not indexed.
- So this was his corner, huh?
- From what I heard on the street so far,
it looks like Felipe was frozen out
by whoever's running Los Arucos,
so he was slinging here again.
- And they killed him for it.
- They did.
- Wait. Why--why are we taking this?
- Voight said we cleared this territory once,
we do it again.
He wants to shut down Los Arucos,
so it's ours.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
- Señora...
- OK. Lexus negro.
- OK. [speaking Spanish]
- OK.
- [speaking Spanish]
Muchas gracias, señora. - Gracias.
[indistinct chatter]
Store owner got a partial on the shooter's vehicle.
It was a black Lexus.
- OK, and the shooter?
- She didn't see him.
- What about these shell casings?
- It's a 10-mil. It's on its way to the lab.
- 10-mil?
All right, Kim, you run the scene.
And get someone with Narcotics.
I want to know everything there is to know
about this DTO. - OK.
- Dante, have CPIC run that partial.
Let's go.
- Los Arucos, they keep a very tight lid.
We don't know too much yet.
Narcotics has been able to ID
a few of the lower level players.
The big guys are Juan Fernandez and Aaron Padilla.
They got pretty good alibis.
They were both spotted on bus cams
during the time of the shoot.
- Narcotics has done a few UC buys.
Apparently, the dope this crew was running, real pure.
So it's got to be coming
directly from a supplier in Mexico.
- All right. What about the leader, Zibata?
- Word is he took over Perez's territory
a block at a time.
We have no real name or description for Zibata.
- Zibatá's a--it's a town in Mexico, actually,
where our former CI, Gloria, she was born there.
- Huh. - Really?
Perez's wife? - Yeah. Yeah.
It's--population, like, 2,000.
It could be a coincidence, but--
- Well, what happened to Gloria after Perez was killed?
- I don't know.
- Well, run her. She might still be in town.
- Hey.
We got a lead from a PO at Midway.
Got a hit on our partial.
The shooter's Lexus was stolen from the parking lot.
- Huh.
- Look at that, Vector 10-mil. - Hmm.
- Got to be our shooter.
- Wait, wait. Run it back.
Freeze it. There.
Run facial rec. - OK.
[phone buzzes]
Here we go.
Jose Canto, 20.
No sheet. - Hmm.
- I got Jose Canto.
Looks like he attended Lakeside University,
got straight A's... - Huh.
- And dropped out six months ago.
Last known was in a dorm room.
- Find him. - Yup.
- I got to do a personal run, but I'll be back in 20.
[tense music]
♪
[line trills]
Yo.
Saw your text. Did you find her?
It doesn't matter why I'm interested.
- I canceled a trip to Mackinac to help
your sorry Guatemalan ass. [engine turns over]
And you won't tell me why? - Nope.
- I should have flunked you out of the Academy.
She's in Little Italy.
She's using her sister's first name
and her maiden name, Vivian Salazar.
- What's the address?
♪
[door clicks]
Gloria.
- Dante?
- Hey.
You look good.
- You look good too.
- This is a nice place.
Long way from Tacos Del Pueblo.
- Oh. [chuckles]
It's not too long. I still go there all the time.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing here?
- I was working a carjacking case
nearby last week,
and I thought I saw you, so I came back.
- So you're stalking me?
- [chuckles] Maybe.
How've you been?
- I've been--
I've been enjoying my freedom.
Honestly, I'm still trying to figure stuff out,
but I've been volunteering.
I'm taking cooking classes.
I'm like an 18-year-old
that's just figuring out what she wants,
but it's--but it's good.
It's good. It's good.
- Good.
[phone buzzing]
That's good.
♪
- Were you really just checking in on me?
[phone buzzing]
- Couldn't really help it.
- Well, that's my ride.
[sighs]
Mm.
It was really good to see you...
Dante.
- You too.
♪
[engine revving]
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
What do we have?
- I got a lead on our suspected shooter,
Jose Canto.
A student at Lakeside said he sometimes crashes
at his sister Nora's house.
It's right up there.
- Nora in the game? - No.
She's a pediatrician. No sheet.
- Burgess, we're a minute out.
- Copy you.
We'll hold anchor on 45th Street.
I got you.
You doing all right with all this?
- Yeah.
- More, please.
- Gloria and I moved on, you know,
so she wanted a fresh start.
She's not involved in this.
- A DTO run by someone named Zibata
took over all the same territory Perez ran.
Perez's wife from Zibatá, population zero and change,
used to run drug drops on those same streets.
And you think that's all a coincidence?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- God, I hope you're right, Dante,
because if your relationship with her ever got out...
- I'd go to prison.
- Yeah, but so do I. I covered for you.
It'd be both of us.
Hey. House is right up there.
You cover the back. We'll get the front?
- Copy that. - Let's go.
[knocks]
- Yes?
- Detective Burgess, Chicago PD.
Are you Nora Canto?
- Yeah. What's going on?
- We're looking for your brother, Jose.
Is he here?
- No.
Is he in trouble?
- No, we just want to talk to him.
You mind if we take a look around?
- I do, actually.
- So where's Jose living now?
- I don't know. Jose bounces around a lot.
- What kind of car do you drive, Nora?
- A Honda Civic. Why?
- Who drives the Lexus?
- Um... that's just a friend's.
- Nora, I'm gonna shoot you straight.
Your brother's a suspect in a murder.
So if you're lying to me or if you're hiding him,
you become complicit.
I strongly advise you let us in right now.
- He's in the guest room. - Move.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[whispers] Torres.
♪
Chicago PD! - Turn around!
Turn around! Turn around! Turn around!
- OK, OK! - Do not talk!
Turn around! Hands behind your back!
- Offender in custody. - What's going on?
- Copy you, Burge. - Stay still.
- What's going on? - Shut up. Don't talk.
Look down.
- Please, I really don't feel so good.
- You shouldn't.
- It's my stomach. Please.
- We'll be there soon.
- My stomach is burning.
I need to get out.
Let me out!
[gasping]
- Whoa.
- Hey.
- [gagging]
[glass shatters]
- Whoa, whoa. Torres!
- [gagging]
- I got him. I got him.
Head to Med. Head to Med.
[tires squealing]
♪
- 5021 Ocean, notify Med
we're inbound with a prisoner who's seizing.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- I've got you. I've got you.
- Can we get some help here, please?
Get some help here. - I got the call.
- Come on, come on. Stay with me.
- Come on. Come on. - Let's get him on the gurney.
- Yeah, yeah. Help. Help.
Here. Grab him. Grab him. Grab him.
There we go.
- Move. Move. Move. We got it. We got it.
Coming in.
- Step aside there.
♪
- Jose Canto didn't make it.
Doctors say he was poisoned. - Poisoned?
- Yeah, tox panel confirms that it was a drug called thallium.
Arucos was tying up a loose end.
- Huh.
- Techs found traces of the poison
in a beer bottle at his sister's.
No prints on it.
- Any evidence his sister was involved?
- No. The timeline doesn't match.
Nora was at work all day.
Thallium is a rat poison.
It takes six hours to kill a person.
Canto must have invited a friend over,
drank a beer, watched TV.
- OK, we got PODs or cams to prove that?
- No. - Hey.
We recovered the stolen Lexus.
Five blocks from Nora's house.
Vector 10-mil was in the trunk.
Riflings are a match to the slugs
recovered from Felipe's body.
So Canto was definitely our shooter,
and he was ordered to do it.
Techs got into his phone.
He was sent coded messages with the address
to Felipe's corner and the OK to shoot.
- Texts were sent from a burner?
- Yeah. Yeah. So no leads yet.
- Hmm.
OK, so Canto was a straight-A student,
got no sheet, got no gang ties.
How the hell does he become a hit man for a DTO?
Get Nora Canto in here.
She's got to know more about her little brother.
- I'm sorry for your loss, Nora.
- No, you're not.
[sobs] Don't give me that.
You think Jose was a murderer.
- We don't think that. We know that.
- [sobs]
- Jose stole a car and shot a drug dealer.
[tense music]
He was ordered to do it.
- Ordered?
- We think he was working for a gang called Los Arucos.
- No.
No, my brother is a good kid.
He's--he's a college student.
- He was a college student.
He dropped out six months ago and fell off the map.
Did something happen to him?
♪
- What happened, Nora?
- It's a--
he just started a job
six months ago.
He was different,
started flexing and...
talking like he was street.
- Where was the job?
- Mexican restaurant in Humboldt Park.
♪
- Mercado del Mar.
Our shooter Jose Canto, he worked there for six months.
- Asset Forfeiture says it's owned by a shell company,
a shell company that's impossible to trace,
and they're fattening their books
to cover their drug proceeds.
- So it's a front.
- Yeah, they advertise their food
as authentic ingredients shipped in from Mexico weekly,
which is a perfect way to smuggle in narcotics.
- Yeah, but believe it or not, it gets better.
Five of these employees are NADDIS positive,
according to the DEA database.
One of them is from Zibatá, Mexico.
- Who?
- Hector Lozano.
- That's got to be our leader,
ordered the hits on Felipe and Canto.
- Dig into him and get eyes on that restaurant.
Let's find some actual evidence.
- Mm-hmm.
- You with me? - Yeah.
- Adam, 7, 9, David, David, Frank.
Illinois passenger.
- OK.
OK, it comes back to a Thomas Moorehead,
an electrician from Skokie.
- Hmm.
- I gotta tell you, for a drug crew,
they run a popular joint.
They've got a bunch of five-star Yelp reviews.
- We need eyes inside anyway.
Should we go see what all the fuss is about?
- Yes, please. I'm starving.
- Kev, we're gonna go take a look inside.
- Copy you, Burge.
[upbeat music playing]
- Your starter.
[speaking Spanish] - Thank you.
♪
- Five stars?
[laughs]
It's good? - Yeah.
Whoa.
[camera clicks]
- Oh, hell no.
- What?
- Is that--
[tense music]
♪
[phone buzzing]
- What's up?
- Burgess, get out. Get out right now.
- Why? - Gloria's here.
Use the front entrance and get out.
- Are you sure?
- Hi.
Thank you for coming in such short notice.
[speaking Spanish]
♪
- So we've got two people from Zibatá, Hector and Gloria.
Odds are, one of them is the leader of the DTO
who ordered those hits.
- Did they know each other in Zibatá?
- We did some digging on that.
Hector and Gloria both went to the same high school.
They both grew up dirt poor.
- Gloria moved to the U.S. in 2005.
Hector has only been here for six months.
Somehow, he's already got papers.
- We got an address on Gloria yet?
- Yeah, we followed her home last night.
She lives alone in Little Italy.
She's got a nice place, too, probably paid for by the DTO.
- Which means we got nothing.
No evidence.
No evidence who's actually running this damn thing,
who ordered the hit, how they did it.
Nothing.
I say we go under, but Kiana's our only option.
Gloria would recognize the rest of us.
- I'm game.
- OK.
All right, let's work low to high.
You got a cousin in the Gangster Prophets.
He needs product. Use that.
Kim, you and Dante handle Cook.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
- You good?
♪
- Hey.
Come here. [gate creaks]
Take a breath.
We need to work together
to protect ourselves and the unit.
- If we bust her, she'll use it against us.
She owns me.
I'm going to prison.
- Listen to me.
The best thing we can do right now
is to work this as quick and clean as possible.
We build a case that is so airtight,
her leverage won't matter.
What she says won't matter.
Dante, it won't matter.
OK? Hear that.
♪
When you were in Tact, were you ever pulled
into undercover work?
- No.
It's my first time.
My dad says I'm a fast learner.
- Your dad police?
- Nope.
- OK.
Once in, you listen. You learn.
You gain trust.
We will give you a new identity and backstory,
but the key is, you play a version of yourself.
Things ever go south, if you or a civilian
are ever in danger, you call it.
No amount of drugs is ever worth dying for.
Now, we don't know Hector that well,
but we do know Gloria.
Dante?
Torres, you handled Gloria, so...
- Gloria's smart, cautious.
She grew up rough and learned to be that way.
She always dusted herself with heat runs,
never took the same route twice even going home.
She respects someone who wants to make money,
not party or post on social, so stay low,
eyes open.
- OK.
So what's my UC name?
- Nia Warren.
Where are you from?
- Originally, Brownsville, Texas.
- Ah, well, that's practically Mexico.
- Ah, yeah. I crossed over a bit as a kid.
I know tacos, barbacoa, al pastor, bistec, mole--
- Slow down. OK, I get it.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Kiana's been good.
She got a job at Mercado as a server.
She's taking it slow.
Gloria and Hector seem to like her so far.
- How are you holding up? - Good. Good.
- Think I need a drink. - Mm.
♪
- It looks like Arucos gets product
in frozen food containers.
She saw Hector leave with two marked buckets,
and we followed.
He brought them to a residential house
owned by a known Arucos dealer.
If we moved on it, Cook would be burned.
- Right. We got eyes on this dealer?
- Yes, sir.
- OK, so we know Hector's in deep.
What about Gloria?
- Cook's been working her,
but she's not getting far.
- I'm closing out.
Anything I can help you with?
- No, I'm good. Thank you.
Close the door on your way out.
- Of course.
- Gloria's been guarded. Friendly but guarded.
- Nia, how's it going?
- Good. Good.
I heard some rumors.
They're saying that Los Arucos has a crew running here.
- Cook tried to pitch Gloria on her cousin.
- Hector told me about it. Said he's done time for it.
- I know Hector's-- - Gloria didn't take the bait.
She said she's never heard of anyone
selling drugs out of Mercado.
Asked Cook to please let her know
if she ever sees anything.
- OK, so Gloria is being cautious.
She just needs more time.
- Or Hector's running this solo.
- Hmm. Yeah, that's possible.
- I do.
- Cook just needs to stay under.
They'll show their hand.
- Let's go, girl.
So do I.
- Nice. - Yeah.
With a little bit tahini on an orange.
It's good.
- I've never had that.
That's nice.
- Oh, then I will make you one.
- OK. - Don't tell anybody else.
- Another round of Mezcal, table five.
- Coming up. Told you they'd like it.
- Mm-hmm.
[upbeat music playing]
- Look at Hector with those spices.
- Hmm.
- Wonder what other spices he knows.
- What you think? He poisoned Jose?
- Just saying.
Hold on now.
- What?
- No way. [camera clicks]
- What?
- You see this guy right here on the corner?
- That's Pedro Campo.
When I was detailed to Narcotics,
he was their priority target.
He's the main supplier for the Campos Cartel.
That man's a stone-cold killer right there.
- Hell yeah, he is.
Got alerts from every agency in the book.
Campos Cartel, they're the ones
that torture their rivals with hot irons, ain't they?
- When they're not burying them alive, yeah.
- Ah.
Well, if they supplying Arucos,
no wonder they got the purest dope.
Loop Sarge in. - Yeah.
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
[tense music]
- [speaking Spanish]
- Come. Come, sit.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- She walked right past Campos.
- Hector's got to be Zibata.
- No. Wait for it.
♪
Yeah. Here we go.
- Stop playing el jefe and get back to work.
♪
- Thank you.
Does his mouth ever shut? - No. Apologies.
♪
- They stayed inside for an hour.
Gloria is it.
She's running the whole damn show.
And by the looks of it,
they got a huge supply coming in.
♪
- We were able to slap a tracker on Campos' car.
He's staying at his girlfriend's place on Roscoe.
Narcotics is sitting on him as we speak.
- According to Narcotics,
Campos doesn't even come to town
unless there's a large shipment to oversee,
like 100 bricks or more.
- We need eyes in Gloria's office.
You think you can get in there, Kiana?
- I know where she keeps a spare key.
I can move after closing.
- Well, if she meets Campos again,
it'd be great to get her recorded.
- I'll get it done.
- All right, let's go.
[upbeat music playing]
♪
- Got a do-over.
Too much jalapeño in the margarita.
- Mm. Suburban gringos, right?
Tell them to go to Taco Bell, order a Diet Coke,
or give me their credit card number,
and I'll track them, cut them up like hot peppers
in their fancy houses.
- Man, come on.
Just do it, Hector.
Por favor.
- Let's go.
♪
- I'll take care of these.
Be right back.
♪
- I don't understand.
- What?
- Gloria. I don't understand why.
- Well, you keep forgetting that her husband ran a DTO.
- Yeah, I know, and he was abusive to her.
She didn't want any part of this.
- Gloria made her choices.
You need to start making yours as police.
Kiana's gonna get that camera into that office tonight,
and we will be one step closer to ending this.
- That was a busy night.
People loved Hector's pozole.
- Good. That's good.
- Mm-hmm.
- Do you need a ride home?
- No. I got to finish prepping.
- Well, that can wait till tomorrow.
- I'd rather do it tonight.
I can lock up.
- Yeah, OK.
Yeah, good.
Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
[tires screeching]
- What the hell was that?
[tense music]
Run this plate--Lincoln, Tom, 81, zero, Victor.
- Hold up. Hold up.
- Were you expecting someone?
- Nah.
- Hey, Gloria.
- OK, that's Roberto Rivas. I know him.
He used to run North Humboldt Park for Perez.
- Well, what do you think?
Gloria tried to ice him out too?
- I don't know. - Pedro Campos is in town.
Heard he was here.
And guess what.
He won't talk to me, only you.
[speaking Spanish]
- Pedro does what he wants.
- [chuckles] That's a lie.
You shut me out.
I want back in tonight.
I was loyal to you and Rafael for years, and what?
Now you don't trust me?
- Go home.
Sober up. You don't want to do this.
- Yes, I do.
This is all I want.
I need money, Gloria.
You're letting me back in.
- Gun, gun. - Wait.
[suspenseful music]
♪
She's got this.
♪
- OK, Beto, you're gonna walk out that door,
and you're never gonna talk to me again.
You never knew me.
You never will, because you mean nothing to me.
Do you understand?
Hmm?
♪
- Lawyered up.
He's more afraid of the Campos Cartel
than he is of us.
[phone buzzes] - Well, he should be.
Yeah, go ahead, Cook.
- Gloria just called.
She asked me questions, tested me.
I think I'm in.
And she wants me at Mercado at noon,
said that she needs my help off-book.
She's never talked to me like that.
Something must be on.
- OK, good. Be there. We'll cover you.
- OK, we got movement on Pedro Campos.
He just parked at an outlet mall in Lockport.
- That's close to 55.
- That's Kilo Pipeline, same route
Perez used to deliver product.
- Huh, must be why Gloria put Cook in play.
- So shipment's coming in now.
Campos is waiting for delivery.
He'll inspect it, join the driver,
and then deliver to Gloria. - Uh-huh.
Kev, you and Adam head to Lockport.
Get on Campos.
Let the tracker do the work.
Don't get burned.
Dante, you and Kim, you're with me on Cook.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[tense music]
♪
- Where we going?
- Not far.
♪
[engine turns over]
- Sarge, are you seeing this?
They're on the move, headed east on 18th.
- All right, copy. Follow.
I'll run parallel on 19th.
Hey, Adam, you got ears in?
- Yeah, go ahead, boss.
- Any movement on Campos?
- He's basically been holding anchor since we got here.
Guessing he's waiting on delivery.
- All right, copy. Keep me updated.
- Yeah. You got it.
♪
- There's a pizza restaurant on Clark called Micelli's.
You know it?
- No.
- Well, today is your lucky day.
There's a black Nissan Altima
waiting for you in the parking lot.
Keys are in there.
♪
You and the bag, you get in the car,
and you start driving.
- OK.
Where am I going?
- I'll text you where.
- This is good.
That bag's got at least a million in up-front cash,
and Gloria's exchanging it.
Hands on. She'll be complicit.
This is good.
- I'm putting my trust in you.
- I get it. I won't mess up.
But what's in it for me?
- 2k and a lucrative future.
That's what you want, right?
- Yes.
Yes.
- Have you ever done a heat run?
- Mm-mm.
- Drive like you keep changing plans.
You hop on the freeway, hop off two exits after,
drive for an hour, then take another route.
- Got it.
Like how you never take the same route twice, right?
Even going home?
- What's she doing?
- That's what a heat run is, right?
♪
[tires squealing]
- Sarge, Gloria just made a hard right on Talman.
I don't have eyes.
- I'm pinned in by construction on 19th.
- Copy. I'll keep eyes.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Don't turn. She pulled over.
We'll be made. - OK.
♪
[tires squealing]
- [sighs]
How'd you learn to fight like that?
- What? Like what?
- How you took down Beto, unloaded that gun,
it looked military.
It looked police.
- Police?
My brother taught me how to fight.
♪
- Hmm.
♪
Are you police, Nia?
- Hell no.
What is this?
- You know, I knew a cop once.
He was a damn good liar.
He was good in bed too.
- What? - Yeah.
He was working undercover trying to bust my husband,
and I--I got him close.
I got him real close.
It was easy between us.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, I even... [chuckles]
I even thought it was real,
thought I knew him.
You know, but the problem was...
He was always wired up.
Always people listening.
♪
You see that, and then it just starts
making me think, you know,
are there people listening right now?
Are you safe?
Like now.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I just wonder...
if anyone's listening right now.
I wonder if he's listening.
- Dante, kill the feed.
- The cop?
The guy?
His name... - Dante, kill the feed!
- Was Da--
- I just lost my feed.
Do you still have yours?
- Power went out. Stand by.
- She's made. - We don't know that yet, OK?
Cook can handle it. Just hold on.
- Do you know Officer Dante Torres?
- No.
I don't know any goddamn cops.
I'm not a cop.
I'm just trying to make some extra money.
That's all.
♪
- She's made.
- Dante.
[suspenseful music]
[bang]
♪
- [speaking Spanish]
♪
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]