.
- Someone left that envelope this morning.
- But you're all right, whatever this is?
- Yes.
- We have an armed robbery in progress.
- Our offender's name, Gary Bell.
- Why does he keep attacking their hands?
It's overkill.
- I don't want this in my head anymore!
- No! No!
Your son is dead.
- We'd like to inform his daughter.
- Gary said, "He made me this way."
Who do you think "he" is?
I want an investigative alert put out on a Raymond Bell.
There's something wrong in that house.
- Good night.
[footsteps approaching]
- Still nothing?
- No.
- What is it you're hoping to find?
- I don't know.
That's why I'm looking at everything.
But I'm telling you, this man is violent.
- Well, bike messenger dropped this off,
practically in the dead of night.
So you're checking up on his granddaughter, Julie?
You think Raymond's harming her?
You OK?
Hank?
- Who was this messenger?
You catch the company he works for?
- No, but I can find out.
- Sarge, you see the alert that just hit?
Attempted burglary in progress,
two blocks from Raymond Bell's house.
Just popped on our investigative alerts--
probably nothing again, but you want to hit it?
- Chicago PD.
- Got blood.
- Yeah, window's broken.
Chicago PD.
Hello?
[knocking]
- Someone's coming.
- Yeah.
- Oh, thank God.
- Ma'am, are you all right? - Yes.
Yes, I'm fine.
- Is there anyone else in the house?
- No. No, it's just me.
I would have heard. - All right.
Can you tell us what happened?
- I was upstairs.
I heard loud banging and then glass breaking,
and I locked myself in the bathroom, and I called 911.
- You did the right thing.
Do you have access to this doorbell camera?
- Yes.
I forgot about that thing.
My son set it up.
I--I never check it.
I should.
- Just take your time.
- OK, here.
- All right.
- Here it is. - Thank you.
OK.
There we go.
- [grunting]
[sobbing]
[tense music]
[glass shatters]
* *
- He's being followed.
- Hmm.
- He was looking for help.
- What? - He may still be in the area.
Call for backup.
Have an ambo on standby.
Thank you, ma'am.
- 5021 Union on scene of the attempted burglary.
- It wasn't a burglary, was it? Oh, God.
- 4581 South Hamilton, requesting units.
- Hey, what's going on? - A male victim fled.
- Help is on the way, ma'am.
- 5'10", maybe 160.
* *
More blood.
* *
- Imani.
* *
5021, no sign of the victim or offender,
entering the Woodbury Club property, east end.
- Copy, 5021.
We'll notify responders.
- I got a shoe.
- Chicago PD. Sir!
Sir, are you all right?
* *
- 5021 Union, disregard the ambo.
Roll the crime lab and medical examiner.
- Copy, 5021.
Crime lab and ME now en route. - Imani...
his hand.
- Raymond Bell's son, his victims...
- Yeah.
He destroyed their hands.
[dramatic music]
* *
.
[camera shutter clicking]
- Hey, Sarge.
- They're pulling prints now.
We should have an ID soon.
Do we know where he came from? - Not yet.
The closest traffic cam is on Crestview and Emerald.
We didn't catch much there.
We lose the offender and the victim
before and after the door cam
from the footage of the neighbor.
- Well, then just go wider--
PODs, bus cams, taxis.
- Nothing yet on the cameras.
- Well, then just keep running it.
I want to know where this kid came from.
And I want to know how it traces back to Bell.
- Raymond Bell?
Father of Gary of the violent robberies?
- That's how we caught this,
had an investigative alert on the neighborhood.
- Charles Bell's house just blocks away.
- That's right.
- Look, our victim's hand looks a hell of a lot
like Gary's victims'-- same overkill, same brutality.
Remember, right before he died,
Gary said, "He made me like this."
- OK, but here, the victim's entire body is beaten.
The hand might not be a signature.
They could be defensive wounds.
- So indulge me.
Just hit the tech room.
Run every prior hand injury that pops.
Rest of you, just keep working the scene.
Get me a rush on those prints.
- Where are you headed? You need backup?
- No.
[knocking]
- Officer.
- Sergeant.
Sorry to bother you this morning.
- No, not at all.
How--how can I help you?
- There was an assault in the area last night,
and we're asking everyone if they saw or heard anything.
- No, I didn't.
I'm sorry.
- But you would have?
- Uh, pardon me?
- You were home last night?
- Yes.
All night long with my granddaughter, Julie.
And yeah, if you don't mind--
- May I speak to her?
She might have seen something.
- Julie.
[tense music]
Julie, this is Sergeant Voight.
He's going to ask you a question,
and I want you to answer.
Just speak the truth.
- Yes, sir. - OK.
- Hi, Julie.
I was hoping you could help me.
Did you hear anything last night, anything unusual,
out of the ordinary?
* *
- No. - Hmm.
See anything out your window?
A person, maybe?
- I was asleep.
We were home all night long.
- OK.
That's very helpful.
Thank you.
- OK.
That'll be all?
* *
OK.
- Victim's prints came back to a Michael Murray.
He's 20 years old, been in and out of the system,
priors for solicitation and drug possession,
no LKA.
ME says manner of death was blunt force trauma
to the skull with a cylindrical object,
likely a metal pipe.
- And the hand?
- Damaged from repeated blows.
Ligature marks on the wrists indicate
he was likely restrained during the beating.
- All right, are we up on Mike's phone?
Socials? - Yes, sir.
Just got mudds and tolls in.
Looks like he was getting a series of calls
around 9:00 p.m. from a Romeo Vasquez.
Romeo sent social media messages demanding cash,
and real colorful language.
- Romeo Vasquez, his phone's registered
to 1361 Low Street, Englewood.
- Yup, that's him.
- He's got priors for promoting prostitution
and gun charges, and he's on parole
for aggravated assault.
- Huh.
Dispute over money, tempers flare.
That leads to violence.
I mean, it sounds like he might be Mike's pimp.
- Vice has the address listed as a possible trap house.
- It doesn't fit with Raymond Bell, but it does fit.
- All right, Torres, keep working Mike's phone.
Imani, Kev, let's go visit Romeo.
- Copy that.
- I asked if your name is Romeo Vasquez.
It's not a trick question.
- You got a warrant with those questions?
- I can get one.
- Yeah, well, come back when you get one then.
- Nice piece, Romeo.
Aren't you on parole?
Go! - Romeo. Hey.
Hey! - Got him, Sarge?
- I got him.
Hey, sit down!
Turn over. - Clear!
- Imani, check these doors.
Hey, come on. Come on.
[speaking indistinctly] - All right.
All right, all right. - Keep your hands up.
- All right. - OK. Come on.
Stop! You done?
- I'm done! - Come on.
* *
- Clear.
- There you go.
- You stay put.
Imani, handle this guy.
* *
- You, come on.
- No, no, no.
I'll talk to him in the kitchen.
Bro, listen to me.
You can go back to prison
or you can talk to me right now.
It's up to you.
You texted Mike Murray last night demanding money.
- That ain't no question, man.
- Yes or no?
Again, it's not a trick question.
- Yes.
Mike was going to blow his whole damn roll up his arm,
kill himself in the process.
- What, not good for your business?
- I was trying to save him from himself, man.
He's got no self-control.
- OK.
When was the last time you had eyes on Mike?
- Last night. - OK.
- 9:00.
We were in this kitchen,
arguing about him shooting up junk.
Then he ran out the back to get well.
- Show me.
- All right, man.
He came out through here, bro.
- What?
- I didn't see that there.
- This his stuff? - Yeah, yeah.
But I swear, I didn't know that was there.
- All right, so what happened to him?
- I'm telling you, man, I don't know.
He ran out the back, shut the door.
That's all I seen.
- Take him back inside. - Mm-hmm.
- That mean I'm done, yeah?
You're not going to take me in, right?
- Shut up.
Morning, sir.
Listen, uh, got a minute?
Sir, we're investigating an incident
that took place back here last night, about 9:00.
You didn't happen to see anything, did you?
- There's always something going down
out here at that house.
- Uh-huh. And was there last night?
- I was woken up.
- I understand.
- I go to bed early. - OK.
- Woke up to screeching tires.
It's always something back here,
so I was pissed.
Looked out my window,
saw a silver car taking off real fast.
- Silver sedan?
- That's what I said, silver sedan.
- Make and model?
- I didn't have my glasses on.
- Did you happen to see the driver?
- Like I said-- - Right.
No glasses.
Thank you.
That's very helpful.
[tense music]
* *
Roll the crime lab.
Run every camera you can find.
- 5021 David, roll the crime lab,
back alley of 1361 Ipswich Avenue.
- Copy, 5021 David.
Crime lab en route.
- I want you to canvass this entire neighborhood
with photos of Raymond Bell.
- You got a connection on Raymond Bell?
- Neighbor saw a silver sedan speeding away last night.
Raymond Bell drives an '01 silver Mercedes.
His alibi is fiction.
He was here.
This is him.
Let's go.
- Copy that.
* *
.
- Thanks.
Atwater says he still has
no witnesses other than the neighbor.
- Street cams? PODs?
- Nope, nothing.
Street doesn't have many eyes.
- And cell tower dumps in both Bell and Romeo's areas
came back empty, and we can't connect the two
besides the silver sedan description.
- So widen the cam search. - Sarge.
- Search a mile radius outside Bell's place.
- It took some digging, but I think I found it.
- A hand injury? - Yeah.
It's a supplemental report from 2022.
A man came into the hospital with a crushed hand.
Doctors reported the injury as suspicious.
When the detectives came to question him,
the man insisted that it was a work accident.
This guy's name is Aaron Crompton.
He's 53 years old.
Seems he's been in and out of psychiatric care
since he was a child.
At the time of the incident, he was working
as a gardener for Raymond Bell.
- For how long?
- His whole life.
I mean, he grew up at the Bells' property.
His dad was a gardener there since the '60s.
He took over when he was 17.
And he was working there until the hand accident.
- Where is he?
- Uh...I, uh--
his LK was listed as a friend named Vivian.
But I spoke to her.
She said he was unwell and moved out.
She thinks that he's living in a CTA closet underground.
- What?
- Yeah, the abandoned Jackson station.
- OK.
Just keep digging in on Mike Murray.
Imani, with me.
Anything?
- Still on hold with Mass Transit.
- Hey, hold up.
I ID'd the courier who dropped off your folder.
- Go. I'll meet you downstairs.
- Luke Lombardi. Run-of-the-mill deadbeat.
Couple arrests-- weed, pills, DUI.
He's got an ad up online
for an independent bike messenger service,
probably a front for pot delivery.
- Can you track him down for me?
- Yeah.
It's unlicensed,
but I can dig something up.
- Appreciate it. - Yeah.
- Aaron?
We're Chicago Police.
You're not in any trouble.
We just want to talk to you.
Vivian sent us.
- Aaron Crompton?
Aaron?
[train rumbling]
- There's definitely someone living down here.
[shouting]
- Chicago PD!
- Stop, stop! - This is my personal property.
- Hey, hey, stop! - No one can evict me!
- Hey! Hey.
- This is mine! - Calm down.
Calm down. No one's going to evict you.
- It's mine! - Aaron.
Aaron. Can you look at me?
- [sobbing] It's mine. - Can you look at me?
Hey, hey.
Hey, can you look at me?
We're not going to evict you, OK?
No one's going to harm you.
- [sobbing]
- Hey, it's OK.
- Yeah. - Hey.
* *
- My hand?
It's always my hand,
everyone wanting to ask.
You've heard of phantom limb syndrome, yes?
- Yeah.
- Common with amputations--
neurons firing, even though they're gone.
So I can feel them.
The fingers, they're there.
They're just not there.
- Raymond Bell took them?
- Still hurt, even now.
I can still feel it.
For a bag of mulch.
- That's why he hurt you?
- Thought I stole it.
Caught me, right?
- Why didn't you report Bell?
- [laughs]
- He caught me stealing half a bag of mulch
and did this.
Understand?
[tense music]
Imagine what he'd do if I got him arrested.
What do Bells do?
They ring.
Rotten family, all of them, rotten, rotten, rotten.
- Hey, hey, Aaron...
you can still report it.
- No.
- Yeah. - No.
Laws, right and wrong,
they don't mean anything to Bells.
Raymond...
he came out different too.
- OK. - Worse.
Worst of a bad batch, bad.
He's a bad man.
Bad man, bad. - Hey, hey, hey.
Bad how?
- You know.
I know you know.
There are ghosts in that house.
- Ghosts?
- People come in, they don't go out.
- Yeah, like who? Like who?
- People! - OK.
- A nurse once.
I saw her, drunk.
Prince Raymond carried her out of his car,
4:00 in the morning, into the house.
She goes in, never comes out.
I hear screams.
In--always in, never out.
- Hey, maybe they were just having a good time.
- No, no, no!
He had me build a wine cellar in his basement.
- OK.
- I never saw a single bottle of wine go in.
Never, never.
A wine cellar, no wine?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No.
[door clicks]
[beeping]
- Will any of that be usable?
- [sighs]
I doubt it.
I mean, he's not going to go on record.
Even if he does, it doesn't fit with Mike.
- Not yet.
But if there really are disappearances linked to Bell,
if people went in and never came out...
[tense music]
- So start combing through missing persons,
unsolved abductions... [phone buzzing]
Any nurse who went missing the last 10 years.
* *
- What is it?
- Julie Bell was just admitted to the hospital.
* *
.
- "By the time you're real, most of your hair has been
"loved off, and your eyes drop out
"and you're loose in the joints and very shabby.
But these--" - Knock, knock.
- Oh, hello. - Hi.
My name is Sara. I'm with Child Services.
And this is Officer Eva Imani.
- Yes, I know who she is.
- We just wanted to ask Julie a few questions,
make sure she's OK.
You've had a tough day, huh, Julie?
- Mr. Bell, if you could give us a minute.
- I'll be right outside, Julie.
And remember, just always speak the truth.
- Yes, sir. - OK.
- Mr. Bell.
- [laughs quietly]
Now, why did I expect to see you here?
- Oh, well, ever since your son's case,
I get flagged on everything related to Julie.
- All right.
- So what happened?
- Well, she wasn't supposed to be climbing that tree.
- No? - No.
Branches are weak.
It's root rot.
She hit every limb on the way down.
- Oh, God.
[sighs]
- Grandfather said not to climb it.
Its branches are weak because of root rot.
- But you climbed it anyways?
- Yes.
I hit every limb on the way down.
- It's kind of weird, though.
Yeah, 'cause, I mean,
Julie's teachers, they describe her as quiet, polite.
But at home, she's disobedient?
- So you've spoken to her teachers?
[tense music]
- Yeah.
- You really have a problem with me, huh?
- So nobody else hurt you?
- Why do you keep asking me that?
It was just a tree.
- I know you.
I've known many men like you.
- Oh. Well, how's that?
- Violent men.
* *
- I would never lay a hand on that girl.
- Hmm.
[phone beeping]
- Sorry.
I play games on my phone.
- I love those games too.
My sister and I used to play on Game Boys together
when I was around your age.
I loved them.
- You know, if you both download Candy Crusade,
you can play against each other.
- Yeah, I wish we could.
Hey, I've got an idea.
Just in case anyone does hurt you,
or if you get hurt for any reason,
you can reach out to me.
Now you have my number.
- I know you fell from a tree,
but do you like climbing trees, Julie?
- Yes.
I--I think so.
- How about exploring your granddad's house?
- Uh, we--we don't--
- Have you ever been to the basement?
- Julie, you don't need to answer that.
- The basement where Mike was?
- No. Aurelia.
- What?
- Aurelia is in the basement,
not Mike.
- Who's Aurelia, Julie?
- Officer-- - Aurelia's in the basement.
- Do you talk to her?
- No.
She's a ghost.
- Officer Imani--
- Who else is down there, Julie?
- This is not a police interview.
- Mike Murray--does that name mean anything to you?
White man, dark hair.
- What you are doing is illegal
without a guardian present.
There's no evidence of wrongdoing here.
Julie fell from a tree, and she needs to recover.
That means you need to leave now.
- Thank you, Julie.
- Aurelia Sloan, 28, went missing
from a park in Englewood three years ago.
According to her family, she's an addict,
and she was working as a nurse at the time she went missing.
- It fits with Crompton's account.
- Yeah, but Crompton won't go on the record.
- And we can't use Julie's story.
- Michael, Crompton, Aurelia--
they're different genders, ages, different neighborhoods.
There's no clear connect here.
- There has to be.
He chose them, inflicted his violence on them.
Why?
- 94 Expressway-- both abduction sites
were a couple blocks off the 94 Expressway.
I mean, it could be nothing, but--
- Run it. Do a geographical nexus.
Any missings last seen within a half mile of an exit ramp.
[suspenseful music]
* *
- Hey, Sarge.
You want to see this, trust me.
* *
Yeah, I think we're going to need
at least five sandwiches, and just...
[speaking indistinctly]
- Get these out.
- All right.
Ooh, appreciate you.
- Mm-hmm.
* *
- That's 12.
* *
.
- So one source won't go on record, and the other is
a minor who spoke unofficially?
- That's right.
- I'd love to help you out here, but it's too thin.
The 94 connection is compelling but circumstantial.
Nothing here links directly to Raymond Bell.
- What about Julie? - What about her?
- She was taken to the hospital with suspicious injuries.
She's living in the house with a suspected murderer.
- And DCFS made their ruling.
- Dennis... - Until we can bring
hard evidence against-- - Dennis. Dennis!
I've looked this man in the eye.
His instinct is violence.
He will harm again. - I believe you.
But what we need is legal recourse.
- She's a child. She's not safe.
- Why didn't you go to Chapman with this?
- She's been slam-dunking cases for you the past few years.
- Nina was busy.
- Right.
I hate this as much as you do, but I'm sorry.
It's not enough.
I need something concrete with these old cases--
a witness, DNA,
anything that gets you to Bell.
You get that, and I'll put it to a judge in minutes.
- We need more. - What?
- Exactly what it sounds like.
We need more.
Let's get the team together,
start hitting all last known associates
and locations of all of our 12 missings.
- Most of these cases were years ago.
There won't be any leads. I know how this goes.
Everything will be dried up. - Well, let's hope not.
- There's got to be something--
- Imani, you want to argue about it,
or you want to move?
- Hank?
- What?
- Found your messenger.
- OK. - Lives on the West Side.
- Give me the address.
- I just want to remind you, this is just a kid
with a half-baked messenger service, OK?
- Trudy, may I please have the address?
Thank you.
[banging]
[shouting in distance]
- Hey, man. What's going on?
- Let's go inside, Luke.
You a bike messenger?
- Uh, yeah, kind of.
- You dropped an envelope at the 21st District
Police Station the other night.
Who's it from? - I--I don't--
- That instinct you're having right now,
listen to it.
Who was it from?
- Um, I don't look at what's inside.
- Who?
- Uh, some guy--
a white guy, like, 50s or 60.
He-- - Come on.
- I don't know.
He--he wore a hat.
It covered most of his face.
Paid with cash at the pickup,
smelled like booze.
- Where was the pickup?
- Um, it was, like, on a corner somewhere.
I don't know. Like--
- What did he look like?
- It was, like, a white guy.
- You said that.
What was he wearing?
- A--a white T-shirt,
black dress pants, black shoes.
- That sounds like a cop.
- No. No, no, no. I remember.
Uh, his shoes were shined.
Like, they were, like, really shiny,
like, there wasn't a scuff on them.
No, man. This guy wasn't a cop.
He sat behind a desk, for sure.
- I need the number he called from.
Now. - Yeah, OK.
[tense music]
* *
[line ringing]
* *
[line beeping]
[phone buzzing]
* *
- Yeah.
What do you mean?
What problem?
* *
- Look at this.
- What am I looking at?
- It's a message from Julie Bell.
- Uh-huh.
- I think it's a cry for help.
I tried calling back.
I'm not getting through.
I think she's in danger.
- How did she get your phone number?
- I gave it to her at the hospital.
- And what else do we have on Bell?
- Nothing yet.
Nothing on the 11 missings.
Nothing on Mike Murray.
But we gotta move on this.
- On what exactly?
- On this message, on a girl in trouble.
We crash the house, claim exigent.
No judge in the world would disagree.
- They would.
Eva, we don't even know what we're looking at here.
This could be a little girl messing with her phone.
It could be her grandfather setting a trap.
- I don't care. We gotta move.
- OK, we move, and she clams up again,
then where are we?
- So we do nothing?
- No.
We do something,
but we do it with control.
[dramatic music]
* *
Come on.
* *
.
- Before we do anything, we need to confirm
that Julie is unharmed.
Imani, you'll head to her school in the morning.
You make sure she's safe.
Then we catch Bell off guard.
This man is proud, arrogant.
In his mind, he is the smartest person
in every room.
He's the one in control.
But we don't have enough to arrest.
But I'm telling you,
he won't be able to help himself.
- Raymond Bell.
- Detective Burgess. This is Officer Atwater.
We have some new information regarding the body we
found near your home, and we were hoping
you could come down to the district with us.
- He'll want to know what we have.
He will come in willingly.
And we let him believe he can outsmart us.
- Sure.
- We just make Bell believe
we have something, something real.
We make him curious.
Eventually, Bell will want nothing more
than to talk to us, to prove us wrong.
And we let him talk.
We keep him talking until he makes a mistake,
until we get what we need.
Have a seat.
* *
- So what is it you would like to know?
- Well, why don't we work backwards?
* *
Let's start with Mike Murray.
He's the assault victim went missing
near your house the other day.
Do you recognize him?
* *
- Aurelia Sloan disappeared from a park on 21st Avenue
in Englewood, right off 94.
- I don't know that name.
* *
- Nicholas Harsh, last seen in an alley
off Sacramento Street.
- Mm. Ooh.
That's terrible.
- Pat Delaney, reported missing over a year ago.
You don't recognize him?
- Mm, should I?
- Last person to see him alive saw him
speaking to a white male with brown hair
and a silver Mercedes sedan.
- Yeah, well, I guess that we should call in
every white guy that owns a Mercedes.
* *
- Six years ago,
Elizabeth De Real vanished from an overpass.
- Vanished from an overpass?
- Ask him about the park in Englewood again.
* *
- Mm, no, never been there.
- You've never been to Morningside Park?
- Why would I go to a park in Englewood?
- Oh, so you do know where it is?
- I know where Ford's Theater is.
Do you think I shot Lincoln?
[dramatic music]
* *
Probably took too many pills,
fell in the lake, for all I know.
Pharmaceuticals-- it's just too easy
for people to make bad choices.
- So you're telling me this woman killed herself?
- Look at her eyes.
She doesn't want to live anymore.
- Press him.
- And how can you tell that?
- One can tell.
- So you can tell when people want to die?
- No. I didn't say that.
- Ask him about the park in Englewood again.
Get him talking details.
See if his story changes.
* *
- Did you think I'm stupid?
* *
That I'm harmful?
That I would hurt someone, a young woman?
I wouldn't.
And I've already told you, I've never been to that park.
* *
- OK.
Oh, no.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm a little hazy.
Just tired, I guess.
Uh, one more time, just help me out here.
Uh, sorry.
Um...
Amelia Murray, the--
Aurelia Murray, the--the nurse.
- Sloan.
- You're right, yes, Aurelia Sloan.
She--she went missing near an exit
off the 94 in Englewood.
That--you know, that park, 21st and Highland.
- Brookline.
- No, it's 21st and Highland.
- The playground is on Highland, one block west.
And the park with all the homeless people
is on Brookline-- you should know this.
- What playground?
- The--the fire trucks.
- [chuckles] You're right.
OK, yes.
My God.
Were you with Julie when you were there?
- No, I was not with Julie when I was there.
- All right, I'm sorry.
When were you there?
Huh?
[tense music]
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When was it?
- Did he--
- He just admitted he was there.
But you did visit that park.
* *
Just three hours ago,
you said you'd never met Aurelia Sloan.
I mean, you said repeatedly
you'd never been to that park in your life,
and now you seem to have a pretty familiar knowledge
of the park, the playground, the surrounding area.
Hell, you even know where the homeless sleep.
So which one is it, Raymond?
* *
- Oh, you're mistaken.
- Mistaken? No.
I got it all on camera.
I can play it back for you if you'd like.
* *
- [chuckles]
I think we've had enough for one day.
- You were there.
* *
- Am I under arrest?
- Why lie about something so simple?
- I'll take that as my answer.
Now open the door, please.
I am a free man,
and I'm demanding you let me leave right now.
* *
[grunts]
- [scoffs] This is compelling.
- Bell tied himself to the location
where Aurelia Sloan was last seen.
- He even mentions a playground that was torn down
a month after Aurelia disappeared.
- Meaning he was at that park
during the time period when she disappeared.
- It's a connection, a real one.
I can put a tracker order in.
- A tracker?
- Put a tracker on any of Bell's known vehicles.
If he leads us to any evidence, then we can move.
- Are you for real?
- There is a child in danger,
and you're giving us permission to put GPS on his car.
- This evidence is enough for a tracker order.
- Well, what happens when Bell flies off the handle
and beats Julie to death?
How much will the evidence be worth then?
- If you wanted a different answer,
you should have met the burden of proof.
I can get you a tracker order.
Do you want it or not? - We'll take it.
- Yeah, sorry.
I need a tracker put on... [continues indistinctly]
- Well, you were thinking the same thing.
- And I controlled it!
Control it.
All right, Kim, get the tracker order going.
- Yeah.
- Rest of you, just go home, get some rest.
We'll start fresh in the morning.
[phone buzzing]
[phone beeps]
- Hey, Julie.
- [heavy breathing]
[tense music]
[soft whimpering]
* *
- No!
[line crackles]
[thud]
* *
[dramatic music]
* *
[doorknob rattling]
* *
[whispering] Julie?
Julie, it's Officer Imani.
Julie.
Julie, it's Officer Imani.
I'm here to help you.
Julie?
* *
Julie? Julie?
* *
[dramatic music]
* *
[door slams in distance] - [gasps]
[footsteps]
[wolf howls]
[dramatic music]
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