.
- And Community Play is about more than just providing gyms.
It's about building bridges between law enforcement
and at-risk kids.
It's a place where kids get to know
the person behind the badge.
And police aren't making arrests and asking questions.
Instead they're giving their perspectives on leadership,
conflict resolution, empathy,
and most importantly, trust.
Community Play thrives on good folks like you.
And when I say good folks,
I mean caring, compassionate people
who are also willing to open those wallets.
[laughter]
You know, earlier tonight I was taking a little walk
on beautiful streets here on the North Side.
This is the Chicago we all want.
Family friendly. A safe haven from gun violence.
And with your help, we've made this little organization
a safe haven as well.
So thank you for coming tonight, and God bless.
[applause]
Thank you.
- Yo, let's get out of here and get a real drink.
- Hey, how are Vinessa and Jordan doing?
- They're actually doing pretty good.
I told 'em though, if they become Cowboys fans,
they can't come back.
- Is that a possibility? - You wanna roll?
- We're off the clock in ten minutes.
Unless you know another place
serving free Chantal de Laroque?
- Wow. You're really um... Oh what's the word?
Le snob.
- The Lake Forest in me escaping.
- What? I thought you were from Greektown.
- That's just a story I tell in bars.
- Hmm. - Just kidding.
We moved there when I was 11.
- You know that guy?
- Yeah. Sean McGrady. Sergeant out of narcotics.
Couple years back
I was assigned to his joint investigation.
Good police.
- She says with hesitation.
- No, he is. He's just--
Competitive. Always looking for an angle. Drove me nuts.
- Hank! Glad you came.
I appreciate all the time and effort
your team has put in around here.
- It's a good cause. Happy to help.
It's a hell of a shindig.
- Well, you got to spend money to make money.
- Mm.
- [chuckles]
- Sean, we need to talk about this!
- Oh you want to talk? - Yeah. Tonight!
- You want to talk about this now?
What, are you out of your mind? - Hey! Hey! Whoa!
What's going on? - No, we're good.
Right? We're good.
It's good to see you, Hailey.
- You okay?
- Yeah. It was just a misunderstanding.
- We got shots fired nearby.
Active shooter. - Okay.
[dramatic music]
*
- I've got it. - Stairs.
- I got two down!
- Cover me.
- Anything? - They're both gone.
*
- He got a pulse. Call an ambo.
- This is 5021 Charlie. Roll an ambo to our location.
3 GSWs, one still breathing.
- Nine mil casings. Male takes one to the back of the head.
Female takes two to the chest.
- Dad gets beat, then popped.
Wife walks in. Goodbye witness.
- Son Ryan, he's hiding out in the bathroom.
Killer finds him. He takes two to the chest.
- Anything on the victims yet?
- Yeah. Grant Hammond, wife Margaret, son Ryan.
Grant was a corporate attorney.
Looks like he spent a lot of time at his church.
- Hey. I think we found what the killers
were looking for upstairs.
Praise the Lord.
- Two keys. That's about 200 grand street value.
- I've seen guys kill over a lot less.
- So much for the safe haven of the North Side.
[dramatic music]
*
[phone buzzing]
- Oh, Mia, huh? You got a new honey, dawg?
- It was more like a one night acquaintance.
Good evening, ma'am. I'm Officer Ruzek,
this is Officer Atwater, we-- - I was about to call you.
- Oh. We don't get that a lot.
Did you see something? - I was in the kitchen.
At first I heard shouting, then three loud pops.
I went to the window, and a few seconds later, a man ran out.
- Okay. What does this man look like?
- He was tall. Um...dark skinned.
- Black? - Yes.
He had a hat on. I couldn't really see his face.
He got into a black SUV. Drove away.
It happened so fast. - Okay.
Were you friends with the Hammonds?
Did you know them well? - Yeah. Yeah, we were friends.
He and Margaret were over two weeks ago for dinner.
- Okay. Did they mention anything?
Have any problems with anyone?
- No. No, they were on top of the world.
They were so proud of Ryan, their son.
How well he was doing at Yale.
I saw Ryan taken out on a stretcher.
Is he okay?
- As far as we know he's alive.
He's in surgery right now at Chicago Med.
Have a good night. Thank you.
- So far no surveillance or PODS
caught sight of the shooter.
- Anything on Grant Hammond?
- Asset Forfeiture, they ran the round robin on him.
He was broke, he was juggling five credit cards.
Hasn't received a check
from his last employer in over a year.
- That would be his law firm. They let him go last year.
- Okay. Any cash deposits to his bank account?
- No, he was a little smarter than that.
He was using a safety deposit box,
but the bank filled out an SAR on him for frequent visits.
- Okay, so he is dealing on the side
to make ends meet. - Mm-hm.
- Or to keep up his perfect lifestyle.
Fancy brownstone. Kid in college.
- Guys, I think I have a lead on the supplier.
- Good place to start.
- Techs ran GPS on Hammond's car.
He'd been making multiple trips to Englewood.
- Got an address? - 6241 South Racine.
Stash house is linked to a Quinton Kane.
Apparently he's a pretty serious player.
Moves a lot of product through the Gold Coast.
- All right. Get the details on Kane,
then get some eyes on him.
Oh, you should probably contact McGrady in Narcotics.
His team covers that area.
- Sarge? - Huh?
- Makes for a crowded van.
- You saying you got a problem with McGrady?
- Yeah.
- Well, work it out. You got a job to do.
- Oh, this seems like old times.
- Look I know we've had our differences,
but let's just focus on the job.
Keep it professional, okay?
- So what do we know about Quinton Kane?
- Well, he's a main suspect in three homicides
that I've been chasing.
We get close, but you know, no indictment
thanks to the brave ASAs.
- You know what flag he flies? - Yeah. It's the 100 Syndicate.
He has a couple of legit businesses too.
- Any priors? - Mm-hmm. Two.
Five years ago agg battery. And then three months ago DUI.
Case still pending.
Listen this is how I want to run it, all right?
I'm gonna take the main eye. Hailey, you handle the log.
Jay, I want to do stills and video,
'cause we want to prove that it's an open-air market
that Kane's running, all right? Let's go.
- [sighs]
- We're so sorry for your loss, Ryan.
- Yeah. The doctor says you're doing great.
- Do you remember anything about last night?
- [gasping painfully] A few things.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take it slow.
All right, you had dinner with your parents?
- Yeah.
I went to my bedroom.
I was tired from my flight.
I was FaceTiming with a friend.
Then I heard the door buzz.
[rasps] My dad let someone in.
I heard arguing.
- Was your dad expecting anyone?
- No. - Did you recognize the voice?
- No.
He kept yelling,
"This ain't how it works."
- What happened next? - I heard gunshots.
I didn't know what to do. - It's okay.
- I ran towards my bathroom... to hide.
I got hit.
- Ryan...
did you see the man who shot you?
- There he is. - Hm.
Can I-- Can I see it?
Oh, hell, yeah. Yeah
. The guy on the left, that's Quinton Kane.
He's a stone cold killer.
The guy with him is Bernard Ward, AKA "Bay Bay."
- That's the black SUV. Just like the neighbor said.
- Great. Well I think it's time
that we should have a little chat with Citizen Kane.
[phone buzzing]
Halsted.
Okay. Got it.
The son Ryan Hammond, he just ID'd the shooter
as a tall black man with some sort of dog tattoo
on his right forearm.
- Oh. - Check the file.
- That's Kane. Dog claw.
That's the 100 Syndicate initiation tattoo.
- That's good enough for me. Let's grab him up.
[dramatic music]
*
Thanks for coming in, Quinton.
So how well do you know Grant Hammond?
- Grant who?
- Don't disrespect me like that, Quinton.
He had you on speed dial. He was your Gold Coast connect,
and we got a lot of people whispering around here
saying he's running dope for you.
- Oh, that Grant Hammond.
No. He just gives me legal advice.
See I'm incorporated now. - Well good for you.
So where were you last night?
- You gonna tell me what this is about?
I got places to be. - Well not anymore.
- What? You don't recognize him? Ryan Hammond? 19?
Come on. You shot him in the chest last night.
Right there.
Guess what?
It turns out that this kid is a fighter.
He survived.
And he just ID'd you as the shooter.
- I didn't shoot no one. - Quinton. Come on.
I'm throwing you a lifeline here.
I'm giving you a chance to tell your side of the story.
Come on. All right. I'll help you out.
He owed you money. No, I got it. Right.
He shot at you, and you were just defending yourself.
- That's a really good one. - Mm.
- Am I under arrest?
- You're free to go.
- [chuckles]
- Two dead bodies, a dying college kid,
and we got to kick Kane free
because Ryan Hammond's ID is too vague.
- Yeah, well, we're lucky we got what we got when we got it.
- What do you mean?
- I just talked to Med. Ryan Hammond died 10 minutes ago.
- He's 19 years old. He's just back home from college.
- Without Ryan's testimony, we don't have a case against Kane.
So that son of a bitch might actually get away with it.
- We just gotta get back out there, find new evidence.
Hey, did you talk to McGrady? - Yeah. I just talked to him.
He said he wants to meet up and go over the case tonight.
- Meet up and go over the case?
Did he bring up new leads, new evidence?
- No. He didn't mention anything.
- Is this really about the case?
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Okay.
[melancholy music]
*
- Ten one! 6245 squad. Shot fired at the police.
I'm at 5392 South Hoyne. I've been hit! Oh God.
Officer down! Oh, my God. Agh.
- This is 5021 Charlie. I'm en route
to the officer calling the ten one.
I will respond. I'm five blocks away.
- Copy that. Copy that. 6245 hang in there.
[tires screeching]
[dramatic music]
*
- 5021 Charlie. I'm at the scene of the ten one.
- Copy that, 5021 Charlie.
*
Mac? Mac.
Oh God. Mac! Mac!
I got an officer down! I repeat, officer down!
Send me some help now! - Copy that.
- Stay with me, Mac. Stay with me.
Come on. Come on. No, no, no, no. Mac! Mac!
- [sputtering]
- Mac. Mac!
.
- Yeah, so what's the latest?
- I got Area South, tact, gang,
and patrol officers out in full force,
going door to door searching every gangway and garage.
So far no sign of the offender, no witnesses.
- Well, you tell me what you need, I'll make it happen.
- I know you will, Denny. We're good.
- Okay, look. I know everyone is hot.
One of our very own was just killed.
But keep it on the up and up.
Hey, Ray. Thanks for coming.
- Any way I can help, just let me know.
I have the church down the block.
It's open for your officers. Coffee and bottled water.
- Hey, thanks. I appreciate that. Excuse me.
- Any leads?
- Nothing solid.
Maybe connected to the Gold Coast murders.
Listen. The slain officer's name was McGrady.
He was working a lead on Quinton Kane.
Runs in your ward. You heard of him?
- I know the name.
- That mean he helped finance your redevelopment projects?
- It means I know the name.
- If this bastard killed a police officer,
a guy I worked with, a guy I respected,
I expect your full cooperation.
- Goes without saying.
- Talk to me.
- Yeah, so apparently what happened, Sarge,
McGrady got jumped in the front seat of the vehicle,
and then from there it was just a fight for his weapon.
- Offender shot him twice. One in the vest point blank,
one in the neck, through and through.
That's what shattered the glass.
The only prints we could find on the gun were McGrady's.
- There was blood on the grip of the gun.
We sent the gun to the crime lab already.
- This might have just been a random robbery.
- Or maybe he got into it with a CI?
- All right, so dump McGrady's phone right away.
Identify everyone he was in contact with the last 24 hours.
Witnesses? - I talked to one witness.
Saw a black SUV around the building about 20 minutes
before McGrady was shot. Black male behind the wheel.
- Kane? - It's possible.
- All right. So start digging.
Find out where he was when this whole thing went down.
- Are you sure you're okay? - Yeah. I'm okay.
- Hey, Jake, give me a second alone with her.
- Yeah. Sure, Sarge. Let me know if you need anything.
- Thanks. Hey.
- Tough thing to go through. I'm sorry.
But I gotta ask.
Why did you let McGrady drive in alone?
- Excuse me?
- You were supposed to be working with him.
- I was working with him.
He knew I was coming. We just got off the phone.
I told him to wait for me. - While you stopped for coffee?
- He was supposed to wait for me!
- But you were late!
- That's not fair.
And I wasn't late. I was ten minutes early.
- He's dead, Hailey.
I don't really care about fair.
[dramatic music]
*
[indistinct chatter]
- I'm so sorry.
If there's anything you need, anything I can do--
- Thank you.
- Ladies.
Hey. - Hi.
- Why don't you go sit down? Have something to eat?
Maybe a glass of wine, all right?
Nice of you to come by, Hailey, but I think we're good.
- I was on my way to meet him, Arnold.
He decided to go in early.
- I'd rather not discuss that now.
Not here. Not in front of Anne.
- Look, I know you guys were partners for a long time.
You ever known him to go in solo like that?
- No.
- He told me he was meeting a snitch
about the Gold Coast murders--
- I don't want to discuss any of this now.
Just get the hell out of here.
Go.
[somber music]
*
- That's it? - Uh-huh.
- Hey, Sarge, you want to hear this.
- Okay. - We dumped McGrady's phone.
And this is the only cat that popped up.
An informant named Damon Briggs that wasn't on the books yet.
- I spoke to McGrady's partner.
Briggs is a catch and release on a gun charge.
Slinging a lot of attitude.
McGrady was about to toss him back into prison.
- This man called McGrady three times over the last week,
and was on the phone with him two hours before he got popped.
- All right. Grab Halsted, find this Briggs, bring him in.
Let's not back off Kane though. Do some digging.
Check his alibi. - All right.
- You're a hard man to find, Damon.
Why you hiding?
- G, I'm just trying to see Sunday morning.
White cop killed in my hood.
I'm the brother beefin' with him.
Yeah, I did the math.
- Where were you last night, 10:00 p.m.?
- I drove to Wisconsin. Good for the tires.
Got gas. Came right back.
- Great alibi.
When was the last time you spoke with McGrady?
- A month. Two. Been a minute.
- What about when you called him yesterday
on his undercover phone?
- Oh. That was personal.
I thought y'all was talkin' business.
I lent him a grand. Hadn't paid me back yet.
You know that's why we was conflictin'.
I think dude was in with some serious people.
Know what I'm saying?
- Did he say why he needed the money?
- He didn't have to.
We spent most of our time talking Vegas odds.
Far as I can tell, he wouldn't pass up a sports bet.
Dude was betting on little league games.
- Stay in town, Damon. We'll be in touch.
- I ain't going nowhere.
- You believe this guy?
- I do. - Why?
- The money thing. Makes sense.
McGrady asked me to borrow a few grand last month.
- You lent him money?
- I didn't say I lent him money. I said he asked.
He sounded like he was in a really bad place.
- How bad?
- Well, he likes to gamble. And he loses a lot.
There's a lot of potential suspects here.
- All right. Let's follow up
on Briggs' alleged trip to Wisconsin.
- That's Kane. End of the bar.
- This could be another night.
- Right. I mean, my grandma can click a mouse
and change the date on this thing.
- I didn't change nothing.
That's the 10:00 news running behind him on the TV.
Do yourself a favor and find another black man to arrest.
Kane was here.
- Right. In the bar he owns. Did you work that night?
- Yeah I did. I saw him.
And I'd testify to any judge you name.
- I'm sure you'd be paid handsomely for it too.
- Have a good night, handsome.
- All right. What do we got on our snitch Briggs?
- He totally was on a joy ride going to scenic Wisconsin.
- Credit card receipts, gas station surveillance
puts him at a Kenosha gas station at the same time
McGrady was shot.
- All right, so cross Briggs off the list.
Where are we at with Kane?
- Sarge, Kane's alibi checks out.
- Yeah, we got Kane on surveillance video
at 10:21 entering the dive bar.
- He owns that place. You sure that video's legit?
- Looks credible.
They got the 10:00 news on in the background. It checks out.
- All right, we know McGrady's 911 call
came in at 10:11, right?
So how far is the dive bar from where McGrady got hit?
- We basically just drove that route. It was about 4.8 miles.
We were driving fast. It took us about 27 minutes.
- There's no way in hell he made that in ten.
- All right. Just talked to the techs.
Blood on the gun that killed McGrady
is a match for Quinton Kane.
- Well blood is blood. Let's arrest this prick.
.
[dramatic music]
*
[knocking on door]
- Quinton Kane! Chicago PD! Open up!
- Quinton ain't here.
- We'll see about that. Wait there.
- I got two kids! - Now hold up!
Y'all can't just come up in here like this.
Don't need to take all y'all.
- Kitchen's clear! - Clear.
- No sign of Kane, but I found something.
- Oh. That's a parole violation.
Straight to the pokey, no hearing.
- It ain't mine. I don't do drugs.
- Okay. Look at me. We can help you out,
but we need to know where Quinton is.
- Oh so you want me to rat out the father of my children?
- No we want you to rat out the guy
who just killed a police officer.
- He had kids too. Four and six. Real cute.
- Come on.
- Quinton was here last night.
He came to get his guns. - Was he with anyone?
- He left with his friend Bay Bay.
- Where did they go? - He didn't say.
But I never seen Quinton act like that before.
- Act like what? - Scared.
- He knows y'all are looking to kill him over that white cop.
- Hey. - Hey.
I've got the 21st district tact team sitting on every location
Kane's known to frequent. Aunties, cousins, grandmas.
So far, nothing.
- Yeah, us too. Dumped his phone, ran his credit cards.
He's off the grid, unless he's using a new burner.
- How you holding up? I hear Voight came down pretty hard.
- If you ask me, he was out of line.
I did everything by the book.
It's not my fault McGrady wanted to play cowboy.
- If I were you, I'd keep that to myself.
Everyone's a little raw to hear your side of the story.
- Hey, we got a lead on Kane's boy Bay Bay.
He was spotted in a stash house on South Wolcott.
- Let's go.
- Chicago PD! Don't move! Get your hands up!
- Everybody hands up! Everybody hands up!
- Move through, move through. - Hands up! Get up!
Let me see 'em up.
- Put your hands in the air now! Do it now!
- Hey! Where you going? Drop the bag, get the hands high.
Come on. Drop the damn bag, baby. Don't make me do it.
Drop the bag! Turn around!
Don't look at me. Here you go.
Come on. Come on back, Bay Bay.
This your house, you know where to go.
Hands up. Face on the fridge. Come on! Let's do it, Bay Bay!
Hands high! There you go!
- Hey, where'd you get this? Playing checkers?
- Huh? If you tell us where Quinton Kane is,
we can forget all about that cash, bro.
- Hey, man. I ain't seen him in days.
- We know you helped him get away.
- Yeah, sounds like you were harboring a cop killer to me.
We taking you in. - Get your hands off me, boy!
- Hey! - The hell's wrong with you?
- We good? - Yeah, we good. I got him.
- Hands behind your back.
- See we ain't playing with you, bro.
All right? Talk to me about Quinton Kane right now.
- Man, I dropped him off around 65th and Loomis.
- When was that? - Like two hours ago.
- You sure about that? You ain't seen him since?
- Kane called, like, 15 minutes ago.
He told me to gather as much cash as possible,
and that he would call me back later with the meeting spot.
- He called you? - Yeah.
- You got phone? - It's in my pocket, bro.
- In your jacket? - Yeah.
- Man, get on your knees. Get down on your knees, baby.
Okay.
These look like government extensions to me, bro.
Kane probably has somebody on the inside.
- What the hell is going on?
- Hank, come on in. I was just about to call you.
- Why are you talking to Quinton Kane?
- Because I'm trying to save his life.
Okay, I reached out to some of Kane's associates
and told them that he needed to surrender peacefully.
And I said that I would help so he called me.
- Where is he?
- Before I share that with you, we need to discuss process.
- Listen to me.
This is a police operation.
We will take him down our own way.
- He won't come in your way. I promise you that.
The best approach is for you and me to go in together.
- Ray, that is not a good idea.
- He claims he's innocent, and he wants a fair trial.
Quinton's no dummy.
He knows that if he blinks the wrong way,
the men in blue are gonna light his ass up
like a Christmas tree, which as we just discussed,
is no good for anyone.
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
*
- You all right? - Yeah.
- Don't worry, Ray. I got your back.
- Yeah. I appreciate it.
Those country boys up there with the guns,
they know the suspect is tall and thin, right?
- I believe they do.
It's cool.
*
- Should be down at the end of the hall.
- All right. I'll go in first, you stay behind me.
- Let me see those hands up high.
- No! Quinton!
- I'm not carrying. - Raise your hands!
- Quinton, you have my word. Calm down now.
Come on now, Quinton.
You have my word. Calm down. - Turn around.
- I didn't shoot that cop.
- Yeah, well, I'm not here to discuss the case.
You know why I'm here?
To make sure you get out of here alive,
get a chance to tell your side of the story.
- Are you saying you don't believe me?
- I'm saying it doesn't matter what I believe.
- If you're innocent, Quinton, put down the gun,
walk out with us, and no one's gonna hurt you.
- Nah.
Nah, not yet. Not yet.
I'm gonna wait 'til I'm outside.
So everybody can see that I'm cooperating.
- You're cooperating?
Let's go.
Are you ready? Here you go.
We're coming out. Don't shoot.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, stand down! Stand down!
Put your guns-- Put your guns down!
Hey! We are all gonna walk out of here alive.
Every one of us.
Put your weapon down.
All right, Quinton. You too.
- Calm down, Quinton. I got it.
- Come on. - You got my word, Quinton.
- You want to walk out of here in one piece?
Come on. Look at this.
- You got my word. - Come on. Be smart.
Come on, man.
There you go.
There you go! Come on in.
All right, turn around. Turn around.
Put your hands up. - You got my word.
- Let's get out of here. Come on.
[dramatic music]
*
- Thanks, Ray. - Thank you.
.
- Tonight, Chicago sleeps safer.
Quinton Kane is in custody for the murder
of a Chicago police officer.
I was very close with Sergeant Sean McGrady.
He was everything that we as police strive to be.
He was honest. He was dedicated.
He was courageous.
We must never forget Sergeant McGrady's sacrifice.
Thank you.
- Hey. You sent in a tactical team without telling me?
- We got our man. - We already had our man.
You just needed to get the credit.
- Well, I needed to make sure
we apprehended a cop killer,
and that we got you and Ray out of there alive.
That was my only agenda.
- Well, that's good to know, 'cause for a minute there,
it felt personal.
[tense music]
*
- Pick up your feet, please.
Thank you.
All right. You first.
- Anne.
- I'll be just a minute.
- If there's anything that you need, you, the kids,
please call me.
- Thanks. I appreciate that.
And I'm--I'm sorry about the other day.
I didn't mean to be so abrupt.
- It's all right. - I just--
Mac really liked you.
He always said how smart you were.
- That's nice to know.
Anything you need, let me know.
- Actually there is something I would like to address.
- Yeah. Name it.
- It seems so meaningless now, but I can't let it go.
Mac came home from Community Play one night...
really upset.
The treasurer accused Mac of stealing money.
- That's terrible.
Do you remember the guy's name?
- Mike Adams.
- There were some checks made out to cash.
It looked like Sergeant McGrady was responsible.
- Hm. You thought he was stealing money?
- Yes. - How much money was missing?
- Close to $10,000.
I told him we were going to file a police report.
- Is that what you were fighting about
the night of the party?
- Mm-hmm.
- I assume after everything that's happened
that you're gonna let this go now?
- Of course.
Especially now, after the case is closed.
Killer's in custody.
You know I read they found his blood on McGrady's gun?
Sounds like a no-brainer.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
- Hey. Detective Upton, Intelligence.
I have two cases on the docket today.
[dramatic music]
*
I found something important. We need to talk about it now.
*
- Got your message.
- You'll wanna check this out.
- Okay, an ISP sign-in sheet.
- That's McGrady's signature.
- So?
- Quinton Kane was popped for a DUI two months ago.
His blood's been sitting in an evidence cooler.
One of the vials is missing.
- You're saying McGrady stole Kane's blood?
- Yep. - Why?
- So he could frame him.
- Frame him for his own murder?
- No. Frame him for his own suicide.
.
- I hear the funeral is today.
- Yep. Starts in an hour.
- I'm sure McGrady is gonna get a hell of a send-off.
Those bagpipes always make me tremble.
"Coming Home."
Everyone thinks it's Scottish.
It's actually an African-American spiritual.
- I didn't know that.
- Things are never what they seem.
- Huh.
- You know, I heard a rumor that McGrady was stealing cash
from Community Play.
- That's news to me.
- I'm just thinking aloud here. Musing.
Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong.
McGrady's circling the drain, knows he's about to be exposed.
So he frames a black drug dealer for his own suicide.
He goes out a hero, and his wife and kids,
they get to collect a healthy pension.
- That sounds far-fetched.
- I also heard there's a surveillance video
of Kane drinking whiskey at a bar damn near the same time
McGrady got shot.
- Hmm.
- Until last night, that is.
When someone broke into the bar,
and the video disappears.
- Yeah, well, now it's my turn to muse.
You don't care about Kane. I mean, not even a little.
He's an old-fashioned criminal.
Doesn't believe in paying tribute
to enlightened aldermen.
No.
And with Kane gone,
another banger's going to take over that territory,
and I think with the correct help, guidance,
he'll come to understand the wisdom
of investing in his ward.
- Maybe you're right.
But that doesn't mean my silence is free.
- Ray, Ray. What is it that you want?
- What do I want? What do I want?
I want you to remember.
I'm doing you a favor.
That's it. That's all I'm asking.
I'm gonna talk to you soon, Hank.
- No doubt.
[dramatic music]
*
- There should be more cops like Mac.
- Yeah. We used to play horse over at Community Play.
I always kicked his ass.
- Well, you know he let you win.
- Exactly what I wanted him to think.
- All right.
- How's Upton dealing with all of this?
- I'm not sure. She keeps a lot in.
- We all do, right? It's part of the job.
[phone buzzing]
- Call from Mia, huh?
She ain't playing with you. - Hello?
When?
Yeah, I can be there in an hour.
- Not easy raising kids on your own.
- Hey, guys. Can you go upstairs, please?
- She's a strong woman.
She's got lots of friends.
If anyone can pull it off, she can.
- Mm.
Hailey. Hailey, hold up.
So I know I came down kind of hard on you
about this coffee thing, letting McGrady go in alone.
Well, I get it now, so. - It's not really
what you want to talk to me about though, is it?
- You and me gotta get on the same page.
Either we disclose this evidence,
or we take it to the grave.
- Wait. Doesn't it bother you that everyone looks at him
like he's a hero?
- Yeah. It bothers me.
McGrady was a good man. - Mm.
Good cop? Sure.
Good man? No. Not so much.
He gambled away his savings,
he cheated on Anne,
tried to sabotage my career.
Every time I was up for a promotion,
son of a bitch did his best to jam me up.
- I know.
He wasn't perfect.
But he was a good cop. I know that for sure,
'cause I saw him in action.
I watched what he did when the bullets were flying,
and believe me--
Hailey, he's got two little kids.
Think about what happens to them if this comes out.
All they have is his legacy.
And his pension.
I mean, you want to blow all of that over some jackass
who mowed down a family of three
over a couple kilos of coke?
Hey.
This city could use a hero in blue right now.
Someone the people could admire.
- [mumbles indistinctly] Even if he's a fraud?
*
Okay.
To the grave.
- Thanks for finally taking my call.
- I've been a bit busy.
- Yeah, well, you don't get to be busy.
Or unavailable. You understand?
Like I told you last week,
I own you.
The second your sister got popped for that DUI
with your little nephew in the backseat,
you tried to make it all go away,
your right to being agitated or inconvenienced
came to an abrupt end.
You falsified official reports.
Buried evidence.
Hell, if I weren't so open-minded,
you could go to jail over this.
- What do you want?
- Your eyes. Your ears.
- No. Uh-uh. No.
I'm not a rat, man.
- No? You don't think so?
- No.
- That's my dear friend from IAD.
But if you don't want to play...
I just call his cranky ass right now.
[phone ringing]
- Hang it up.
- There you go, son. That's a good decision.
Now let's talk details.
[dramatic music]
*
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*
[wolf howls]