.
[tense music]
*
- Hey. - Hey.
- Listen, I heard from a connect in the Ivory Tower.
And there's rumors flying around
about they're convening a grand jury.
I'm not letting you take the heat for this, Al.
It keeps going, I'm turning myself in.
- Look, I knew what I was getting into...
helping Erin move that body, that was my call.
- That's not where it started. It's on me.
[cell phone vibrates]
Oh, Antonio. Infiltrated the Latin Players.
He's about to do a buy with a guy named Perez.
Liquid meth shipment arriving from Texas.
Halstead, what's your position?
- 100 yards out, and we have audio.
- Atwater? - 10-4.
We got ears and an anchor down.
- Once the truck from Texas arrives,
wait for Antonio's signal, then we move in.
[cell phone rings] - There you go.
- ¿Sí? - Diez minutos de distancia.
- Where are you? - Near the south entrance
of the...whoa! - Out of the van!
[men shouting at once]
[gunshots]
- Whoa, what the hell was that?
- Move toward the south entrance now.
- Let's get over there and see what's going on.
No way, ese. You heard those gunshots.
[gripping music]
*
- We got one down here, boss, but no van.
Keep going.
- Hey, he's the cat
that Antonio's guy was just talking to.
It's Perez's number.
- All right, so he's in the car with the liquid meth.
It's Emmanuel Garcia. It's a Mexican license.
- Guys, we got fresh blood over here.
- All right, Ruz, you're with us.
Kev, stay with the body. - Got it.
- Chicago PD! Don't move!
- I can't.
- Who shot you, huh? [radio chirps]
- 5021 George, emergency. Got a man down.
GSW to the abdomen.
Roll an ambo to 1152 Edison Street.
- Kelly...
you're a cop?
- Yeah.
Scotty...
Scotty, are you working with Booth?
- [coughs]
[choking]
- He's gone.
"Kelly"?
How do you know this guy?
[mysterious music]
*
- You knew one of the victims?
- Yeah. Scott Jansen.
He was part of a meth distribution crew
run by a guy named Ron Booth.
- Okay...
- I was under in Booth's crew three years ago.
Busted him for distro.
- Do you think Booth's behind this?
- It's possible.
He just got out of prison two months ago.
Early parole for good behavior. It's a joke.
- So you keep tabs on this guy?
- Sort of.
Let's just say I'm not a big fan.
- All right. Three white males approach.
Close-quarter shootout. Garcia gets hit,
but he gets a few shots off.
- Hits my boy Scott Jansen. - And then Offender One
leaves in the van.
Offender Two leaves in the sedan.
- And they leave Jansen to die. - Right.
Do you recognize Offender One or Two?
- No, I've never seen them before.
They weren't part of Booth's old crew.
- We didn't get any hits on facial rec.
- Anything on the vehicles?
- The sedan had no plates.
Van had tags, but it was registered
to a bogus address in Texas,
so I got a BOLO out on make and model.
- All right, we got a rip crew
who knew about a van with liquid meth,
and they knew when and where the deal was going down.
- My money's on Booth. He likes doing rips.
"Better margins when the product's free."
He used to say that all the time.
- All right, give it a shot.
But let's not spook this guy.
You tell the press the homicide was a road rage incident.
- Copy that. - Get eyes on Booth right away.
*
[camera clicks] - That's Booth on the left.
[cell phone vibrates] - Yeah...okay.
[camera shutter clicking] Okay, thanks.
- That was Atwater. - Oh, yeah? What's he got?
- He ran the DOA's burner phone.
He made 15 calls to Booth's work phone
over the last three days.
- You guys see the camera above the door?
- Yeah.
You think he's cooking in there?
- He's smarter than that.
- Huh. - Well, either way,
we gotta get eyes inside.
- How about mine?
- You wanna dust off your old cover?
- Best way to chase this, Sarge.
- Okay. You never testified?
- No, we had enough to prosecute
without me needing to blow my cover.
- And you're sure this Kelly character
is alive and well in Booth's universe?
- As far as Booth knows, Kelly got scared
when the cops busted him and scurried back home to Iowa.
- What about this Garrett Thompson?
Copper out of Rosemont you were partnered with.
- What about him? - It says here
you were under as his girlfriend.
- Correct.
He got killed during that operation.
- There's a note in the GPR that says
rumors were going around that Garrett flipped
and he moved to Mexico?
- He was good police. Booth murdered him.
- What happened?
- They never found his body, so we couldn't make a case,
but it was Booth.
He never liked Garrett,
then one day, Garrett was gone.
Look, once Booth turns the liquid meth into crystal,
he's gonna have a lot of product to move.
If I get in, I pitch Jay as a potential buyer,
and we bust his ass.
- All right, let's do it. But listen.
I want you going under to bust a drug dealer,
not get revenge for Garrett's murder.
- Understood. - Good.
All right. Get apartments set up.
You still backstopped?
- Driver's license, family photos, you name it.
Kelly's good to go.
- All right.
[faucet gurgles]
- Do you see this?
- Kelly's a former tweaker. It's all she can afford.
- Two words: takeout.
Is that Garrett?
- Yeah.
- You guys look like a real couple.
- All for show. You know the drill.
- All right, so how are you gonna come at Booth?
- Scotty Jansen's funeral is tomorrow.
Booth'll be there.
*
- Eternal rest grant to him, O Lord,
and let light perpetual shine upon him.
- William, one, Sam, six, three, one, five.
- Okay, I got a hit.
Car belongs to Tyler Whitlock, 19.
Two stints in juvie, recent bust for possession,
and he's Booth's nephew.
- Family business. [chuckles] How quaint.
- Through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
"Rest in the Lord.
"Let your intellect, your judgment, your reason...
"in God personal and possessed of every perfection,
"almighty and all-knowing.
"Rest in the Lord
"as He reveals Himself in the Gospel,
"merciful and gracious.
"Faith in God is good,
but faith in Him as our own God is better."
Amen.
- Kelly.
Cemeteries really are haunted.
- I'm no ghost, Ronnie.
- I never thought I'd see you again.
- I was watching the news. Saw Scotty's picture come up.
- It's a shame.
- They said it was road rage?
- Yeah, that's what the cops say, anyway.
- He was a good guy. I really liked him.
Thought I'd pay my respects.
- You living here now?
- Yeah, uh...I just moved back.
I...I went back home for a little while.
- Ohio?
- Iowa.
I went back there right around the time...
- ...I got locked up.
- Yeah.
I got nervous, so...I left.
I'm glad you're out.
- And look, I know it doesn't mean much now, but...
I feel bad about what happened at that New Year's party.
- Things happen.
We were all a little crazy back then.
So what are you up to now that you're back?
Back in business? - Paint business.
- Okay.
Listen, I have a friend that's in from Iowa.
- He's a dealer out there-- - Hey, are you deaf?
I'm in the paint business.
[tense music]
*
- Okay. Got it.
It's good to see you again, Ronnie.
*
- Still no luck with Booth.
Hailey thought that he bit, but so far, radio silence.
- We got nothing on the drug rip, either.
There's no chatter on the streets.
No intel from Narcotics or Gangs.
- You guys are lucky I work here.
- You got something? - Yeah.
I think my unwitting, Perez, was in on the rip.
- What do you mean? - I ran his vehicle
through NVLS. Turns out,
his car was parked outside Booth's paint warehouse
three different times in the last week.
Pretty sure they weren't talking about color palettes.
- So you think Perez and Booth planned the rip together?
- He knows lots of dealers. Be a perfect partner for Booth.
- So Booth steals the product, cooks it,
hands it over to Perez to sell? I mean,
that's a match made in heaven. - Yeah, but the problem is,
if Perez is the distributor, we got no angle to play.
Hailey pitching Jay as a buyer doesn't mean anything.
- We gotta do something about Perez.
- 'Sup, primo? You okay?
- Still trying to figure out what happened
to our product, man.
Whoever did that rip has to pay.
We don't do business like that.
- So you got no idea who was involved?
- No, none.
- That's good, because I hear
those boys from México got a bounty out.
50K a head.
- ¿Estás seguro? - Seguro.
And also heard that the rip-- [rapid gunfire]
Get down, get down!
[alarms blaring, engine revving]
You hit? - No!
What the hell was that?
- I think that was the cartel, man.
Dude was rocking a full auto.
- Are you sure? - Positive.
They gunning for you?
You in on the rip? - Yeah, man.
I've been trying to do my own thing.
- You crazy?
Them Mexican boys gonna hang your ass from a bridge.
- I know, I know!
- You got someplace to go?
- My sister's place in Philly.
- All right, if I was you, I'd start packing now.
And don't come back till I tell you it's cool.
- Go. - Yeah, man.
- Hey, honey.
- Those were blanks, right?
- Hell yeah. How's Perez?
- He's changing his shorts. - He bought it?
- It looks that way.
I'll double back by his place to make sure.
- Cool. Be safe.
- [gasps]
[ominous music]
.
- How'd you get in here?
- I slipped a Jackson to your landlord.
Told him I was your brother.
He actually said we look alike.
People do anything for money.
- That's not cool, Ronnie.
- Packing light.
- Yeah, not a lot to pack when you're starting over.
- Oh, that's thoughtful.
Brought me a coffee.
- Are you serious?
- Come on, Kelly. I'm just playing.
What kind of a maniac you think I am?
*
You still in touch with Garrett?
- No, I haven't talked to him in a while.
- He was a good guy.
- He was a liar. - Really?
- Yeah, one minute he's talking ring sizes,
and the next, he's gone,
so...screw him.
- So why keep the picture?
- To remind me to never make the same mistake again.
- Why'd you move back to Chicago?
- What are you doing? - I'm just curious.
- I lost my job.
- So now you're broke. - How'd you guess?
Look, I'm ready to get back in the game.
We could help each other out, you and me.
- I don't know.
There's something about you.
- I'm not that mysterious, man.
Just looking out for number one.
No one else is.
- Let's start small.
Pick up a package. I'll text you where it's at.
Bring it to my office,
then we'll talk about other things.
- Like meeting my friend? - Yeah.
Like that.
- Okay.
*
- It's good to see you again, Kelly.
- [exhales sharply]
- Where's she going?
- I think she's got heat.
- First rule of tailing, Ty. Don't be seen.
- He told me to follow you, okay?
- Can't believe you're working for him again, man.
I thought you were going to college to play baseball.
- Yeah, well, it didn't really work out.
I got booted my senior year of high school 'cause...
they found crank in my locker.
- Now you're pushing product for Uncle Ronnie.
- Ah...can't talk about that, Kelly.
Uncle or no uncle, he'll put one in my ear.
You know how he is. - Yeah.
- I didn't think I'd ever see you again...
especially after that night.
You know, New Year's Eve? - That was a long time ago.
I gotta get this back to Ronnie.
Do you want a ride, or do you want me
to pretend I never made you? - Could you just pretend
like you never saw me, please? - [chuckles] Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Iodine crystals?
- Garrett taught you well.
It's really just a food supplement.
Purely legal.
- So you're testing different mixes.
- Of paint, yeah.
- You don't have to be coy with me.
- Just want you on a need-to-know.
- Okay.
But I picked up your package...
so now you need to meet with my connect.
- How do you know this guy?
- We went to high school together.
No priors. Smart.
Like I said, he's got money to burn
and lots of buyers in Iowa.
- So he went to high school with you.
- Taft. - The Eagles.
- You know my high school mascot?
I'm flattered. - I remember everything...
even your parents' names.
Emily and Robert.
That's their names, right?
- You know... when I think about parents,
I think about that time you told me about your father,
and how he used to beat you with an old fishing rod.
- I must've been drunk.
- No, you were just being real.
Call my guy. His name is Ryan.
- I'll think about it.
- Okay.
- So, was I right?
Emily and Robert?
- No. Joanne and Richard.
*
- Jeff Rafferty?
- You must be Halstead.
- Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.
Murphy from the tenth says hi.
- What can I do for you?
- All right, so as I know, you, uh...
you were Hailey's case officer
on the Ronald Booth investigation.
You handled her UC work?
- You read the file. - I did.
You speak to her recently?
- I reached out after Booth got an early release.
- That was probably upsetting. - Yeah, to say the least.
We both needed to vent.
Then Hailey said she was back under,
so I checked in.
How's Murphy doing?
He ever tell you about the time
that he gave a citation to a horse?
Taste of Chicago weekend. - Please don't do that.
I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me what's going on.
- Let it go, son.
- She's my partner, so if you know something
that's putting her in danger, then I need to know.
Now.
- [sighs]
- Hey. I got here as fast as I could.
What's the emergency? You okay?
- This.
Time-stamped December 31st.
New Year's Eve.
*
.
- Hailey.
What are you doing?
We gotta talk about this.
- You called Rafferty behind my back.
- You know you didn't really give me a choice.
Look, I get that you-- you hate Booth
and you want to nail his ass, but...this...is too dangerous.
- It's part of the job! - Just tell me everything.
I wanna help, okay? I promise.
- Booth just got back from Saint Louis.
He was there talking to a major player
the feds were trying to ID.
So, New Year's Eve... there was a party.
I got him alone. He was drunk.
I thought I could get a name. He had other things in mind.
- Did he?
- No.
I got away. Garrett got me to the hospital.
- You gotta tell Voight. - I can handle this, Jay.
- That's exactly what I said to you.
You remember that? And then you called me out
and you told me I was full of crap.
- Let me put the camera in Booth's office,
and we'll take it from there.
I'm fine.
Okay? Promise.
*
Can you guys hear me?
- Loud and clear.
- Hey, Ty. Big man in there?
- He's done for the day. - Oh, really?
I thought he'd be here.
I wanted to talk to him about something.
Hey, he's got a bathroom in there, right?
- Yeah, but he's a little crazy about guests.
- I'll be two seconds. - Ah, I don't know, Kelly.
[stutters] - Is that the key there?
Thanks, buddy.
[door clicks open]
You got picture? - Negative.
- Hailey, Booth's coming back! You gotta get out of there.
- Hey. Don't be mad at me, please,
but, uh...Kelly showed up.
She said she needed to use the bathroom.
She's in there right now.
[driving music]
*
- All right, she did it. I got visual.
- Hailey, he's approaching. You gotta move.
Get out. - [pants]
[toilet flushes]
Hi. There you are.
- The hell are you doing in here?
- I came to see you.
I--sorry, I just had to use the bathroom.
- No one comes in here without me.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't think it'd be a big deal.
Here.
- You touch my desk?
- No.
- You're not lying to me, are you?
- No.
Prison made you paranoid, man.
- Prison...made me careful.
- We gotta go. - Wait.
- Jay, we gotta-- - Just wait! Wait.
- I just did three years
because someone talked to a cop.
- I never talked to the cops-- [knife clatters]
- Shut up. Shut up.
*
Now, I like you.
I thought about you when I was on the inside,
and I want us to be friends.
But if you lie to me...
I'll kill you.
[cell phone vibrating]
- Hello?
- Uh, I'm looking for Kelly?
- Kelly can't talk right now.
- Who is this?
- Kelly's friend Ron.
- Ron? It's Ryan, man.
She told you about me, right?
- She did.
- Look, man, you just gotta give me five minutes.
You won't regret it.
- I'll tell her you called.
- Was that Ryan?
I told you. He's legit.
- Set it up.
- We met in high school. Uh, Cedar Rapids.
Taft High School. - Home of the...
- Seriously? - He does not play.
- Eagles. Home of the Eagles.
- [exhaling] Okay, let's go. - All right.
- Let's go inside. Just me and him.
- Are you sure? I'm happy to--
- Just me and him.
- It's all good. Nothing to worry about.
- Let's go.
Go ahead. - What the hell's down there?
- A quiet place to talk. - I'm good talking right here.
- No, we're going down there. Come on.
.
- Go ahead. Sit down.
Give me your wallet.
Ryan Spencer. When's your birthday?
- June 8th.
- What's your sign? - My sign?
- Zodiac.
- Gemini. What's yours?
- Tell me about Cedar Rapids.
- It's cold and flat,
and there's a lot of miserable farm boys
looking to get high.
- You met Kelly in some restaurant?
She was a waitress, you were a bartender?
- No.
We met in high school. Taft.
- That's right.
The Taft High Crusaders.
- Eagles.
But it used to be the Crusaders, way back,
and then somebody got nervous and I think they changed it
to Eagles in, like...'96?
- One last question.
How many times you screw Kelly?
- Excuse me? - Answer the question.
- Look, man, when you're ready to talk paper and product,
give me a call. - How many times?
- Get your hand off me.
*
None.
- Deal's off. Take a walk.
- I think he's got a thing for her.
Like, he's obsessed.
He asked me if I slept with her.
- We can use that to our advantage.
Play him a little bit, get the deal back on track.
- "Play him"? What are you talking about?
- He's vulnerable. He needs buyers.
We can exploit that-- - No. No.
Enough is enough.
We know what this guy is capable of.
Look, Kelly is moving back to Iowa, end of story.
- Boss, I think that you should reconsider, because--
- Hailey! It's over.
Now shut down that UC apartment tonight.
[line trills]
[cell phone vibrates]
- [sighs]
Hey. It's me.
You heard from Upton? I can't track her down.
- I thought you were together, closing up the apartment.
- Yeah, that's the plan, but, um...
between you and me,
I can't find her, and I got a bad feeling.
I think she's making an off-the-book move.
- Okay, I'm gonna ping her phone.
I'll call you right back.
- You don't give up, do you?
- I was just talking to Ryan,
and he said you guys were about to do a deal,
and then you went a little crazy.
- I don't trust him. - Well, I do.
With my life.
He's as solid as they come.
Good husband. Good father.
- He's married? - Yeah.
Has been for, I don't know, five years?
Maybe more.
Sweet girl too. Has no idea he's in the game.
That's why he does all of this--to keep her happy.
- Yeah, good luck with that.
- What, you don't believe in romance?
- I don't believe in things I can't control.
- Okay.
You don't trust him. I'm done pushing.
- Hold on.
[ominous music]
*
- If I do this for you...
maybe we could, you know...connect.
- That could be nice.
- What's wrong, Kelly? Scared?
- No, I'm not scared of you, Ronnie.
I'm just broke, and I need to pay rent, so...
business first, okay?
[music intensifies] - What's he doing here?
*
Give me one reason I don't shoot.
- How about 25,000 reasons? They're all in my trunk.
Kelly told me she was coming down here
to get the deal back on track.
I figured I'd show up, get the good news in person.
- Ronnie, put the gun away.
- Just consider it a good-faith down payment.
- Okay. We're on.
Five kilos.
I'll call Kelly with the details in the morning.
*
- Hey. What the hell was that?
- Keep your voice down.
"That" was getting a deal back on track
and putting a murderer back in prison.
- Voight told you to shut this down.
- Yeah, well, I'm doing my job. Voight shouldn't have
a problem with that. - He will, trust me.
But forget about that. I have a problem with it.
If I can't trust you, I can't do my job.
- You can't trust me? Are you kidding me?
- Hailey, you are way too emotional!
- I'm not emotional! - You're not thinking straight!
- This isn't about me. - Then what is it?
- We are really close to nailing him.
Can we just play it out? Please?
I need this.
[dark music]
.
- What's up?
- I know you told us to shut down the UC apartment.
but, uh...the meet's back on.
Booth called me out of the blue.
- When? - A couple hours ago.
- I'm worried about Hailey. - Yeah, me too.
Booth's dangerous.
Hailey's solid, though. I'm sure of it.
- Hmm. Well...
I mean, if you're sure...
- I am.
- So let's do the deal. - All right.
Hailey's meeting with Booth later today.
She's gonna call me, set up a meet time.
We'll show up with the cash, take the son of a bitch down.
[suspenseful music]
*
- Glad we're finally doing this.
- It's all there.
*
- Yeah, bring it over.
How about dinner tonight? To celebrate.
- Sure.
[tires squeal]
- Blue pickup rolling your way.
- All right, we wait for a visual exchange
or Halstead's signal.
*
- [sniffs] Hey, hey.
12 cans of paint. Dig in.
- Hey, hold on a second.
Let's just take a moment before we proceed...
check a few things. - Like what?
- Like wires.
- [yelps]
- [inhales sharply] - Come on, man.
You don't gotta do it like that.
- [inhales sharply]
- Hey, hey, hey! He's got a gun!
Back up, man! - I don't have a gun.
Hey, calm down. - Back up!
- Take it easy, man. - Get back!
[groans] - Take 'em.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good. Go!
Tyler, drop the gun. Let me get you some help, man.
- [shouts, growls]
- [gasps]
- I knew you were a cop.
I just didn't want to believe it!
[shouting]
- Believe it!
[pants] Admit you killed Garrett.
Admit it!
- You'll never find him.
[laughing]
- Hailey.
Hailey. Hailey.
- [breathing heavily]
- Hailey, he wins if you do it.
This is not how you beat this.
Please, Hailey. Please.
This is not the way.
You gotta trust me.
- Get up.
[pants]
[intense emotional music]
*
[breathing heavily]
*
[inhales deeply]
[knocking]
Hey.
- Uh...everybody's asking for you at Molly's.
- Yeah, I don't really feel like being social right now.
- Well, Platt offered to buy shots,
which is a once-in-a-decade thing,
if you wanna reconsider.
- [chuckles] I'm all right.
I just kind of feel like being alone.
- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
Sorry.
Wanna pour me a drink?
How's your head?
- It's all right. A little sore.
- It's over, Hailey. You got him.
- Yeah, I know.
It just doesn't feel as good as I thought it would.
Stirred up too many ghosts, you know?
*
- Garrett?
- Yeah.
He was the one that pulled Booth off me that night.
He stopped him from...
raping me... killing me.
- I'm sorry you lost him.
He sounded like a great guy.
- Yeah, he was.
*
- You loved him?
- Anyway, uh... thanks for coming by,
but honestly, I'm fine.
[sobs softly]