.
[beeping]
- I need you to sign something. - Huh?
What you got?
Okay.
Jordan, I was supposed to sign this a week ago.
How come I'm just now getting it?
- I forgot.
- And it's all C's.
You're a smarter kid than this, Jordan.
This doesn't even look like your report card.
- Are you gonna sign it, or what?
- I'm signing. But understand, Jordan.
It's been a rough couple of weeks,
but there's no excuse for this.
There's no-- [honking]
- [groans]
Listen.
We will talk about that later. Okay?
All right?
- Anything new with Antonio?
- No, but I still want to keep an eye on him.
- Got a search warrant for the residence of Marshall Carter.
He's the head of the Night Lords.
He's got priors for possession, aggravated battery.
They deal out of a house in Hegewisch.
- The boonies.
- Yeah. My C.I. confirmed
the monthly shipments here ready for distribution.
Now, here's the thing. There's an estimated
street value of at least two mil worth of meth and cocaine
in the dining room.
- How many men? - Uh, at least six.
The address is 238 Five Oaks Road.
- Let's hit it.
[dramatic music]
*
[rock music plays inside]
Chicago PD! Turn around.
- Get down.
- Spread your legs. - Clear.
- Wider. - Hey, we got a runner.
- Stay against the wall. Stay on the ground.
- [grunts]
- The hell you thought you was going, boy?
Huh? - Look who it is.
Mr. Marshall Carter. - We got him.
- That's all of them.
- Sit back. Get up.
[banging]
- You hear that? - Yeah.
*
- Oh! - Hey.
Hey, hey, hey. - Hey, hey, hey.
Little guy, little guy.
Little guy. Hey, where you going?
Where you going? Come here, come here.
It's okay. It's okay.
I got you. I got you.
- [crying]
[flies buzzing]
Anybody else in there, Sarge?
- Two kids.
[somber music]
Both dead.
*
- So, the kid's a ghost. Same with the other two kids.
No one's reported them missing.
I ran facial recognition locally,
nationally, and double checked with the FBI.
I got nothing.
- They got a name? - No.
The kid doesn't speak English. - I called a few translators.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
- Look, the fact is three kids were held captive.
Two of them are dead. Someone's gonna pay for this.
- Good work. - Yeah.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- I know you don't understand me.
But you are in a safe place.
- Vietnam.
- You're from Vietnam?
Thank you.
[phone dialing]
- Tell us about the kids in the shelter.
- What kids?
[door closes]
- A black kid, a white kid, and an Asian kid
were found in your storm shelter.
- I don't know nothing about no kids.
And that creepy-looking shelter ain't mine.
It belongs to the house in back.
[tense music]
*
- You better hope so.
- Who's your neighbor? - Hell if I know.
- That's the wrong answer, Marshall.
- Excuse me? - We got you on
distribution, methamphetamine production,
and until we learn otherwise, double homicide.
Oh, yeah. I forget to mention
two of the kids are dead?
- C.O.D. for both children was carbon tetrachloride exposure.
It's a solvent used to extract meth.
- So they inhaled fumes?
- No, there was toxic water in their stomach contents.
My guess is the drug dealers dumped the waste products
into the yard and it seeped into the ground water.
- Okay, so, the kids got thirsty,
drank the puddle of water, they got sick, and died.
- Sounds about right.
- Okay, thanks. - You're welcome.
- [sighs]
Hey. So, we did some checking.
Turns out you're right.
Storm shelter belongs to your neighbor.
- What'd I say? I admit to the dope,
but I ain't copping to them kids.
I've never been near that shelter.
You can do some CSI crap to prove it.
- You wanna know what that CSI crap proves?
The meth waste you dumped in the yard
seeped into the shelter.
The kids drank it and died.
- Wanna guess what that's called?
It's called criminally negligent homicide.
- I'll tell you everything I know.
I got no allegiance to some freak
who's snatching up little kids.
- So start talking.
- I saw him two times. Both times, he was with kids.
First time was two girls. Second time was three boys.
- What did he look like?
- Tall white dude. Old, like, 50.
*
- His name is Quan Vo. He's from Sapa,
a mountain village in northern Vietnam.
- When did he get to Chicago? - Six weeks ago.
He was living at an orphanage, and then he was sent to America
to bless a new family.
- Okay, uh, the new family. Does he know their name?
- The only name he knows is "Smith."
He was living with them up until two days ago.
- All right, what happened after that?
- That couple, the Smiths, gave him to another couple,
then that couple gave him to another man
who then locked him up in some sort of cellar.
- Can he describe any of these people?
- [speaking Vietnamese]
- They were all white.
- And, uh, their address. Does he know where they lived?
- [speaking Vietnamese]
- No, but it was a tan house.
- [speaking Vietnamese] - Near a train.
- Near a train? - [speaking Vietnamese]
- Has a picture of cats. - [speaking Vietnamese]
- And it smelled like Banh Socola Bot Nep.
- What is that-- What?
Can you say that again?
- Banh Socola Bot Nep. - Banh Socola--
And that--What is that?
Food. A Vietnamese dish.
I've never had it before.
- Okay, I'm gonna call a restaurant and see
if I can get that order.
- Copy that.
- Tell him, "Thank you."
- [whispers]
- He wants you to know the other two kids were alive
when he was first locked up.
He told them not to drink the water,
but they didn't listen.
He tried to save them.
[somber music]
*
- Platt said someone ordered from Royal Siam?
- Right here. - Smells delicious.
- Okay, the house with the storm shelter's
registered to an LLC in Grand Cayman.
They have about 200 units here in Chicago.
This one was red-tagged for foundation problems.
It should be empty.
- So our suspect was squatting.
- Sounds like it.
- So we got no name, no number,
no nothing.
- Huh. Unbelievable, it's chocolate.
It's chocolate.
Quan said the house he lived in smelled like this.
Hey. - Sweet.
- So, must be around one of the chocolate factories.
- Hey. - Hey.
What've we got?
- Well, they've been to five houses
owned by people named Smith.
Still no hits, so I don't know.
I guess just keep knocking.
- Wait, wait, wait a second.
Quan said there was a picture of what outside the house?
- Cats.
- Okay.
[knocking]
- Excuse me. Can I help you?
- Yeah. Officer Atwater. - This is officer Ruzek.
Chicago PD. We were hoping that
you could help us identify this little boy.
- That's my son, Quan. He's adopted.
What's this about?
- Hi. What's going on?
- It's the police. They're asking about Quan.
What--Quan was kidnapped?
- That's what we're trying to figure out.
- Okay. I was away on a business trip.
He--Quan's supposed to be in school.
- Right, but he's not.
- When was the last time you saw him?
- Well, just tell him.
When was the last time you saw Quan?
It was this morning, right?
- Two days ago.
- Two days ago?
How's that possible?
[tense music]
- You know how difficult he was.
All the problems that I was having.
- Don't, don't, don't. Stop.
Just tell me what you did.
- I--I found a web site,
and there was this really lovely couple.
- You gave our son away?
How could you do that? How?
Are you out of your mind?
How? - Walk to the kitchen with me.
*
- We're gonna figure this out.
.
- You have to understand that Quan has issues.
He was always stealing money, food--
It was too much.
But with foreign adoptions,
there's nowhere you can turn for help.
So I started looking for a support group online.
And that's when I found this Real Promises web site.
- So... You just gave him away?
- The orphanage lied to us about him.
We asked for a boy under five, and instead they sent Quan.
Todd had no idea how bad it was.
He was always working.
I was the one who was home alone dealing with all of this.
And I was scared. I was--
I was scared that he was gonna hurt our twin girls.
They're--they're young. They just turned four.
- And you never told your wife to get rid of him
because he was difficult?
- No. - Never?
- Absolutely not.
- Did you ever think she would do something like this?
- Never.
I don't care what my wife said or what she did.
I love my son.
I would do anything to get him back.
- It's not that simple.
- Why not?
- Your wife gave away a little boy to two strangers,
who then gave him away to some tall guy who locked him
in a storm shelter.
That's why not.
- So you went to this Real Promises web site,
you sent a message that said, "We have a child that needs
a new home."
The next day you get a response from a John
and a Penny Marsden, right?
- Yeah, they wanted to meet right away.
- When exactly did you meet the Marsdens?
- That afternoon at 4:00.
When Quan got home from school.
- Right, um... What'd the Marsdens look like?
- Um...The husband was short, and, um...
The wife was just average-looking.
Uh, they were probably both about 40.
- Okay. Um...Telephone number?
Address?
- No.
You think I'm awful. I know.
- To be honest with you,
I don't think it matters how bad the situation is.
I think it's very extreme to give a kid away, Mrs. Smith.
- So, what Kate Smith did has a name.
It's called "re-homing."
- It's called "unforgivable."
- Uh, yeah, but it's legal in the state of Illinois.
Parents can transfer the care of foreign adoptees
to someone else with a power of attorney.
It started a few years back in chat rooms.
- What about the web site Kate Smith used?
- It's a sham.
It's been around for six months.
The IP address is routed through the dark net.
And the origin is listed as Iceland.
- This Marsden couple does not exist.
There's not a record of a John or Penny Marsden
in the Chicago land area.
- Shocker. A child trafficker is using fake names.
- So we need to make contact.
Find this Marsden couple and the mystery man
they gave Quan to. - Yo, Sarge,
let me and Kim have a shot at him.
We can pose as a couple wanting to give a kid away.
Send a message out there to the web site.
I bet we can draw them in.
- All right, good.
Hey, I don't want these re-homing punks
thinking we're on to them, you understand?
- Copy that. - Yeah.
[tense music]
*
- Got a male driver and a female passenger
in a light-colored SUV. Illinois tags,
33 John Paul 60.
- Copy that.
Vehicle is registered to John Kingsley.
Address listed is the Tower Lake apartments,
but those were torn down two years ago.
- We thought about foreign adoption, too.
But, you know, it all takes money.
And time. - I'm tired of waiting.
I wanna be a mother now.
And when I read about your little girl,
I knew that this was meant to be.
- Yeah, Penny said she found her angel.
- It's true. My heart melted.
- So, um, why do you want to give her up?
- Uh, trust me, we--we don't. But, you know with work
and travel, right? - Yeah.
We travel so much, I just don't--
I don't think we really can give Naja
the time she deserves. - Yeah.
I understand.
- Look, you all seem like really nice people.
But we just wanna make sure
that we don't get into trouble later.
Do you know who started the Real Promises web site?
- Uh... - No, but it's legal.
Uh, I know of a couple that used it before.
They adopted just a terrific boy from Russia.
- Oh, that's so great. - Oh.
- We would love to talk to them.
- Oh, gosh, they were friends of our old neighbors.
I don't remember their names.
- Yeah, we understand It happens.
- So, um, can we meet Naja? [phone vibrating]
- Uh, sorry about that. Of course you can.
But, uh, how about we check out the house?
Just real quick. We know that you have pictures.
- We are on two acres. And it's a little rural
for a lot of folks, but we just love it.
- It's beautiful. - Oh, wow.
- Well, hey, let's check this out now.
I mean, I'm excited. - Right now?
- Yeah. - We don't have time
to drive there and back. But, um, it is--
It's a very nice house. - Yeah, it is.
But we're gonna need to check it out,
and maybe talk to a few references, too.
- You know, I don't think you're ready to do this.
- We should leave, John. - Thank you.
- Oh.
- It was nice to meet you. - Yeah.
- Pleasure.
*
- They're headed out to you.
- All right.
*
- Doesn't look like a farm in Rosiclare.
- Yeah, I don't see that tire swing, either.
- See that?
Looks like there might be more than two people in there.
We got another car.
- 5021 David. Hey, uh, squad,
can you run a Illinois passenger,
brown in color, Range Rover,
710 Zebra 5 Nora?
- 10-4. Where can I hold you down?
90 South Confidential.
[gunfire]
- 5021 Baker. Shots fired, send backup.
Be advised, plain clothes officers responding.
- Copy that.
- Chicago PD, drop the gun.
- Not until he tells me what he did to Quan.
- Officer, please. - Todd, don't do this, man.
- Get out, or I'll kill him. - No, no, just--
- Shut up! Lady, just shut up, okay?
- Step back. - Get out or he's dead.
You tell them. You tell them
what you did to my son.
*
- Go to the back.
- Todd, I know you're upset, but don't do something
you're gonna regret here. - It's not worth it.
Just let us handle this. - You got other kids.
They don't wanna grow up with a dad in prison.
Put the gun down. - Please.
- Put the gun down. Don't make us do it.
- [grunts] They took my boy.
- [grunts]
No, they're the criminals. They've got my kid.
- We need to talk. - Wait, you're the mother?
- No, I'm the police.
- I just want my son. - Calm down.
Calm down. It's over.
.
[indistinct chatter]
- What's worse, people taking the kids,
or the ones giving them away in the first place?
- People taking them, no doubt. [phone rings]
- I just got a text from Jordan.
I should go. - What is it?
- I don't know. Some kind of problem
with Vinessa. It's okay.
- What kind of problem? - He didn't say.
- I just gotta go. - Well, I'm coming with you.
[engine turns over]
- Hey, hey, what's going on?
- Some guys attacked her. - What?
- I came home and I found her like this.
- Huh? Hey, hey, Vinessa.
Are you okay? You okay, baby girl?
Talk to me, huh? What happened?
- [sniffs]
They pulled me into an alley.
Said they were gonna rape me
'cause "Your brother's a snitch."
- What? Okay, what happened after that?
Tell me exactly what happened, Vinessa.
- Then...
A truck came down the alley, so they, um, they ran away.
- Uh, Vinessa...
These guys, did they hurt you in any way?
- No. - Who were they?
Huh? You remember who they were?
- I--I don't know. Just, um,
some kids from the neighborhood.
- Stop lying, Vinessa. Just tell us who the guys are.
- Jordan-- - She knows ev--
- Jordan, I'm gonna take care of this, okay?
Just go upstairs and calm down.
*
I got it. Hey, hey.
I'm so sorry. We gonna figure this out.
*
- Figured Vinessa could use some hot chocolate.
- How the hell did those kids find out about Jordan?
All he did was pick a photo and testify
in front of a grand jury. - I don't know.
- How did that happen, Kim? Huh?
I mean, it doesn't make no damn sense to me.
I just don't get it. And now I gotta deal with it.
- What does that mean? - I don't know.
- Kevin.
[tense music]
- I got a auntie in Texas who said I should probably
send the kids down there to live with her.
- What do you think? - I think those kids need me.
That's what I think.
More than anything, I need them.
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
Re-home them? - No, don't even go there.
Kevin, it's completely different.
- How? How's it different?
- It--It's just different. - It doesn't seem
different to me right now, Kim. Not right now.
*
- You've got this all wrong.
We picked up that boy to rescue him.
- Oh, rescue him.
- We're working for an undercover ICE agent.
Clyde Harris.
He's investigating human trafficking,
especially parents giving away adopted children.
- Okay, so, you picked up Quan, and you gave him
to this ICE agent, Clyde Harris.
- Right. - But he ended up
in a storm shelter. With two other kids
who are both dead.
- We met Clyde Harris a couple of months ago
at a Right to Life rally downtown.
We got to talking, and he said,
"Do you wanna save kids
and maybe make a little extra cash?"
And we said, "Yes."
- Save kids, or make extra cash?
- Save kids, of course. - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, all right. I won't lie.
The extra money helps. - Mmm.
- I'm on disability, and my wife's a realtor.
And, you know, business isn't great.
- How much was he giving you?
*
- $500 a kid. - $500 a kid?
That's a hell of a payday for a few hours of work.
- We had no reason to doubt Clyde.
Ever.
- Okay, explain to me how this works.
When agent Harris needs your help,
how does he contact you? - He calls my cell phone.
And it's always from a different number.
He tells us who we're supposed to meet, when, and where.
- You pretend to be an infertile couple
who wants to adopt. The Marsdens.
- People give us their kids. No questions asked.
I mean, most of the time, anyway.
- And then what? Where do you take the kids?
- Um, we--we meet agent Harris out at a truck stop
near I-94. - Okay.
Let's try and call agent Harris.
Maybe we can meet him at that truck stop.
- What's your pass code? - 9934.
Which number
is for agent Harris? - It's the second one,
but it changes all the time. He has to use burner phones
for his job, you know?
- Right. - You called Clyde
this afternoon? - Just to tell him that
we didn't pick up the child.
- It's disconnected.
*
- So how'd he find that trailer?
- Penny Marsden left behind a Bright Morning Realty pen
when she signed the power of attorney form.
He looked up Bright Morning Realty,
saw Penny's picture.
That office address was that of the trailer.
- Hmm. You're sure he's not involved?
- I'm pretty freaking positive. Boss, the way that this guy
when we first talked to him?
On top of that, I dumped his phone.
There's no connection to the Marsdens.
No calls, no texts.
His business trip checks out.
I think that, uh, ditching the kid,
it's on his wife, Kate.
- Give me a minute. - Yes, sir.
- Listen.
Home invasion, attempted murder,
is serious time, my friend.
Serious time.
Come on.
Why'd you really go see the Marsdens?
I mean, they holding out on you?
They owe you money?
- You think I'm involved in that sick, twisted world?
- I'm asking-- - I'm telling.
No.
That couple took my son.
And they stuck him in a storm shelter.
And they left him there to die.
What would you do if it was your son?
- Okay.
- If there was ever any doubt,
just got confirmation from ICE. There is no agent Clyde Harris.
There is no undercover investigation into parents
giving away adopted children.
- So either the Marsdens are lying,
or some monster going by Clyde Harris
is playing them real hard.
- I think it's choice number two.
I mean, we know there's a third person involved, right?
- Yeah, that meth dealer, Marshall?
- Yeah, he told us the neighbor he saw with the young kid
was a tall white dude. Marsden is pretty short.
- It matches what Quan said, too.
- All right, so Clyde's tall. Fantastic.
Let's track him down.
- Why don't we go to the truck stop at I-94?
See if we can pull some video.
- Hey, um, I gotta go.
Jordan and Vinessa, they're not answering the phone
so-- - Yeah, yeah, I got it.
- Go, go, go.
- Hey, where's Jordan? I've been calling y'all
all day. - Okay, don't get mad at me.
I tried to stop him, but-- - Stop him from what?
What are you talking about? Is he here?
- He went to find the boys who grabbed me.
- Vinessa, you told me you didn't know who they were.
- I lied. I knew one of them.
Deon Barnes. - Okay, where does he live?
- Near 65 and Jefferson.
Jordan said he was gonna kill him.
- What? What'd you just say?
- He was so mad. I--
[tense music]
- Damn.
Vinessa, lock the doors
and don't let anybody in this house.
You hear me?
[lock clicks]
- [shuddering breaths]
.
[tense music]
*
- Jordan, what the hell are you doing?
Jordan!
Jordan, stop!
Jordan.
Jordan!
- Leave me alone, man!
- Give me the gun. Give me the gun.
What the hell is wrong with you, Jordan?
What were you gonna do? You were gonna kill them.
You was gonna kill them, huh? Well, if I'd have rolled up
a minute later, your ass would have been dead.
- I--I couldn't-- - I know you couldn't.
And you know why you couldn't?
Because you're not that person, Jordan.
Okay? That's not you.
Damn, I'm mad. I get it.
You're mad, too. - No, you don't get it.
- What do you mean? You think I don't wanna
whoop they ass? - This is your fault.
You made me do this. You--You made me testify--
- Don't blame it on me, man. It's not like that.
- Why did you make me do it? - Because we sat down
and we decided this was the right thing.
- You decided!
You! Not me!
I don't give a damn about being a role model.
I ain't ask for this.
Vinessa, she ain't ask for this.
Don't you get that?
*
- Damn. Jordan.
Jordan, look at me, bro.
I didn't mean for that to happen.
I'm only doing my best to protect y'all.
To be there for y'all.
I got it wrong this time.
I'm sorry.
I just got it wrong this time, that's all.
- All right, so there's the Marsdens
right there with Quan. That's gotta be Clyde Harris.
- Can you get any closer?
- Not without sacrificing detail.
You can't see his face anyway with the ball cap on.
- There's no license plate on that RV.
Looks like Clyde's trying to give Quan food.
Yeah, from Burger-N-Dash.
- Okay, I'm gonna pull video from nearby locations,
see if we can get a better look at this guy.
- Right on.
- Hey, guys.
Got a clear image of Clyde Harris
from a Burger-N-Dash near the truck stop.
- Facial recognition matches Clyde Dupree.
He's got a prior for ivory smuggling.
- Ivory smuggling? Is that a joke?
- No, uh, he paid a $10,000 fine.
He did two months probation.
- His new business model's pretty much the same.
He just changed the cargo.
[intense music]
*
- Give us a sec to get around. - Yeah.
*
- Chicago PD. - Hit it.
*
- He went out the back.
*
Stop!
Freeze!
[grunts]
Where's Clyde Dupree? - I don't know who that is.
- You were just in his apartment.
- He moved out this morning.
I thought I could take what he left behind.
I panhandle outside. I saw the guy pack up
and leave in a hurry.
He threw that in the hall dumpster.
I thought I could find something to sell.
- Looks like papers for something called Sanctuary Row.
- How did Clyde know we were on to him?
- Uh, he's cautious. Read the papers.
Thinks three of his kids are dead.
Knows the police are all over it.
- Guys, I found something. Sanctuary Row.
This dark net stuff is pretty rough.
I feel like I need a shower.
- Exotic animals. Royal Stripe Ball Python.
Female, ten years old.
Pale coloring, well behaved. Very rare.
- He's talking about the kids.
- Yeah, he's got four animals listed.
He's selling four kids.
- Click on this old link.
How many kids has he auctioned off?
- 18. - This guy's sick.
He sets up a re-homing site so he can find his product,
and then he auctions them off on the dark net.
- Says here the auction closes in 19 minutes.
Winners will be notified of a pick-up location at that time.
- Start bidding.
- How are we gonna pay for it?
It's gonna be tough to get flash money in time.
- Just let me worry about that. You make sure you win.
.
- That wire transfer went okay?
- Yeah, I took the money from your locker,
had my C.I. make the actual transfer.
Fingerprints aren't on it. - Good.
- So, I checked Antonio's phone today.
He got a call a couple nights ago from Woods.
Lasted three minutes.
- Three minutes? - Yeah.
- So they had something to talk about.
- Red pick-up truck coming in.
White male driver. Illinois tags.
57 Adam Victor 2 Union.
- Copy, I see him.
- This should be the last one.
All the auction winners are here now.
- All right, plates are registered
to Maryann Richter, 788 Pine Place.
*
- Well, that don't look like a Maryann to me.
- White, male.
Mid-30s. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold up.
I'm getting a, uh, hit on the pick-up's address.
Daniel Richter, 35, registered sex offender.
Lives with his mother, Maryann.
All right, check your phones, everybody.
I'm gonna send over a photo of this guy.
I'm gonna need a positive.
[phone chimes]
- Hey, honey. Yeah, I'm positive
I'll be late tonight.
- That's a positive. - Okay.
Love you, too.
[phone beeps]
- We've got a Winnebago.
- Yeah, it looks like our guy.
- That's him, 100 percent.
Confirmed. - All right, Burgess.
Start creeping in real slow. Upton, same.
Atwater, Antonio, on my command.
*
- Come on.
Come on, come on.
- [gasps]
- We need him away from that trailer.
Chances are the other three kids are in there, too.
*
Move in.
[intense music]
[police sirens]
*
- Hey, police! Don't move.
- Do not move.
- Come on.
[child crying]
- Back off, or I'll kill her.
- Please, please.
- Back off! - Please!
- Stop walking, or I'll shoot.
I swear to God, I'll shoot.
I swear to God.
[gunfire] - [gasps]
*
- Come with me. It's okay.
[both grunting]
*
- [grunts]
- Where are the other kids? - [grunts]
- Where are the other kids? - In the camper.
- [slaps] - [grunts]
- Where are the other-- - [screams]
- All of them.
You've been doing this six months.
- [grunts] I don't remember.
- Wrong answer. - [grunts]
- You got one last chance. Only this time--
- Hey, hey, hey!
- You don't give me the right answer...
- Enough! - Turn over. Turn over!
I want you to see it coming.
- Hank, enough! - Hey, Sarge,
if you kill him, we can't get the kids.
Okay?
Hank.
Come on, get up. Get up!
- [grunts]
*
- Hey, come on, guys.
Hey, come on out. It's okay.
All right? Don't be scared.
- Okay? - Don't be scared.
- Can you breathe for me? In and out, just slow.
- You guy are safe now. All right?
*
- I want a lawyer. I want a lawyer!
- Right now...
Is your one chance to tell me
where the rest of those kids are.
And give me the passwords to all your twisted web sites.
- What's in it for me?
- Your ability to live.
- Excuse me?
- You're gonna be placed in general population
at Cook County. And, um,
believe me when I tell you...
There's a lot of real bad people there.
[tense music]
But they-- They have their own...
Code of conduct.
And...
The one thing they really hate...
is people who hurt children.
I mean, they do all kinds of things to them.
Torture, rape...
*
You give me what I'm asking for...
I'll make sure you're placed in special population.
You'll be protected there.
If not, well...
*
[whispers]
*
- Offer expires in 30 seconds.
*
- You serious about special population for him?
- Hell no. I already called my friend at Cook County.
Clyde is gonna get what's coming to him, trust me.
- [gasps and exhales]
Hey.
Oh, uh, patrol picked up
six of the kids on Clyde's list.
The rest are in the wind.
At least we saved some of them, huh?
- It's a good thing we found that auction in time.
- Yeah.
Speaking of which...
how'd you get the money for the auction so fast?
- Why are you so interested?
Hmm?
So you can tell Woods?
- Excuse me?
- You've been talking to him, haven't you?
Some State's Attorney named Potter.
*
- You spied on me?
- That a yes?
- Potter's working the Lopez homicide.
You remember that, don't you?
- Oh, yeah. - Potter had a few questions
about the case, since Lopez wound up dead
after we released him.
*
- Was Woods there?
- Yeah.
- They think I'm involved?
- They do.
- What'd you say?
- Not a damn thing.
You and I might disagree on certain things,
but I don't do business like that.
Never have.
*
- What's up, Sarge?
- Checking in. - Yeah, everything okay?
- Yeah, thanks. How you doing?
- I'm all right. Take a seat.
- Thanks. Want a beer?
- Don't mind if I do. - Yeah.
It's been a hell of a day. - Right?
To a hell of a day.
- Yeah.
Quiet around here. Where are the kids?
- On the plane to Texas.
- Texas? - Yeah, believe it or not.
I mean, at the end of the day, Sarge,
I won't forgive myself if anything really happened
to those kids.
So I made the best decision.
For them, anyway.
For the family.
- Yeah.
[somber music]
I understand.
*
.
[wolf howls]