.
- Good? - Yeah, I think so.
Mm. You still coming tonight?
- Yeah, I gotta see this spare room.
So listen, I think I'm gonna go for, like,
a real glacial move-in.
- Sure. You know, if some of your stuff doesn't make it
over to my place, like, say your collection
of stolen beer steins, totally fine.
- Oh, I see what's up.
- Totally fine. - Message received.
See, look at us communicating.
Working things out. Modern roommate parenting
at its finest. They said it couldn't be done.
- Is "they" your dad?
- Yes. - I think it'll be good.
You'll be there when the baby comes, it's good.
- Yeah, okay.
I'll see you later. - Okay.
- Good-bye, little rice grain baby.
- It's the size of a navel orange now.
- Yeah, well, I'm not gonna say that.
- Get outta here. - Have a good day, you two.
- Bye.
[moody music]
♪
- 911, what's your emergency? - Hi, yes, um...
I was in a car accident. Everyone's okay,
but the car's blocking traffic.
♪
- 911, what's your emergency?
911, what's your emergency? Okay, ma'am.
We're still gonna get the fire department out
to check on that alarm, all right?
So just sit tight.
911, what's your emergency? - [breathing heavily]
- Hello? 911, can you hear me?
- [breathing heavily]
- 911, what's your emergency? - Help me.
- Okay, ma'am, where are you?
Can you tell me what's going on?
- Please help. - Yes, I'm here to help you.
Can you tell me what's happening?
- [breathing heavily]
- Ma'am, is someone there with you?
Are you unable to speak?
♪
Okay, it's okay, I'm gonna track your address
right now and send you some help, all right?
Don't talk if you're not able to.
I am here with you, I'm not going anywhere.
♪
I've got officers coming your way.
Just hang on, help is coming.
Just hang on, I'm here with you.
[rustling]
- [gasps loudly]
[dial tone droning]
- Hello?
Hello?
No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
♪
[keys tapping] Come on.
♪
[sighs]
♪
911, what's your emergency?
Okay, ma'am, what's your location?
[keys tapping]
"19-Paul, no police service."
- Back already? All your old buddies are gone.
No action to siphon. - Okay.
I'm actually here to see two of your officers.
Um, O'Malley and Jeffries.
[knocks]
Jeffries, O'Malley, this is Officer Burgess.
- Hey. - With Intelligence?
- Yeah, I'm on light duty at the moment.
Call-taker at OEMC.
I actually saw that you guys responded to a 911 call
I answered, 322 South Aberdeen, West Loop.
- Yeah, sure. - Yeah?
Okay, I was just wondering, why 19-Paul?
- We talked to the husband and wife who live there.
Wife said it was an accidental 911 call.
Nothing to report. - She said it was accidental?
Okay, um, did you suspect domestic violence, or--
- No, ma'am, no signs of abuse.
- Did you interview them separately, or--
- Hey, what is this? - I'm sorry.
I'm not checking up on you, I just--
- Isn't that exactly what you're doing?
Implying we just blew off our job?
- I apologize, it's really not my intention.
- Yeah. Look, I get it.
You're pulling light duty 'cause you're pregnant, right?
Mothering hormones plus boredom.
I'd start seeing victims everywhere too.
There was nothing there.
Husband and wife seemed happy,
uh, no signs of anything wrong.
We did our jobs, then we left.
That's it.
- Oh, no. Uh-uh. Wouldn't do that.
You're light duty. You can't be doing follow-ups.
- Then I take it you're coming with me?
- Okay, the condo the 911 call came from is 3B,
owned by George Weller and Ann Weller.
Are you coming?
He's got no priors on either, and no kids.
[knocks] George Weller? Chicago PD.
[knocks] George Weller, Chicago PD.
Okay. [doorknob clicks]
That works too. [door creaks]
- Blood.
[dramatic music]
- Crossing.
[suspenseful music]
♪
More blood. Chicago PD!
♪
- I'm all clear here. - Yeah, me too.
Got signs of sex and violence in the master.
There's blood, there's urine.
- Well, something happened here.
2102 Squad. - Go, 2102.
- Roll a couple units and the mobile lab
to 322 South Aberdeen.
Hold me down securing a crime scene.
- Hello? - 10-4.
- Is everything okay?
That couple fights all the time.
- Okay, have you seen them this morning?
- No, I haven't. I've been inside.
♪
What is up with this elevator?
- Do you hear? - Yeah.
[faint clanging]
[rustling]
[dramatic music]
Uh-uh.
♪
- So what do we got? - What we got is no idea.
- I got the call at dispatch.
Woman calling from inside the condo,
asking for help.
Patrol responded,
interviewed the husband and wife.
We followed up,
We found the husband dead downstairs.
- And all this happened between the hours of your initial
and the follow-up? - Yeah, patrol saw no signs
of disturbance. - Door was unlocked
when we got here, signs of a struggle inside.
Lots of blood trail. - Oh, yeah.
Someone took a heavy beating in that master bathroom.
- Husband?
- I don't know. I think the wife.
The landline was in the bathroom.
I'm thinking she took a beating, called me,
then killed the husband, but it's miles away
from confirmation. - There's no cameras
in the building, and no witnesses so far.
- All right, let's start with trying to locate the wife, huh?
- You got it.
- There are our guys.
- Come on. Hey.
- Sarge, this makes no sense. - Okay.
- We were here a few hours ago.
If something had felt wrong, we wouldn't have left.
- Listen, you can't always see these things coming.
What I wanna know is, did you guys go inside the apartment?
- No, we spoke with Mr. and Mrs. Weller at the door.
- Huh. - They were happy, laughing.
I mean, there were zero reasons to go inside.
- Did you see anyone around when you entered the building?
- Is that-- can I see that file?
- Yeah.
- This isn't-- - What's going on?
- This isn't the woman we spoke to.
- That's Ann Weller's current DMV photo.
- The woman we spoke to was younger.
She was a brunette.
She said her name was Ann Weller,
that she was his wife.
I mean, we had no reason to question that.
Should we get our FOP lawyers here?
- Give me a break. - If that's your first question
right now, yeah, I'd probably give them a call.
♪
So what made you do the initial follow-up?
- I don't know, just a feeling, I guess.
♪
I heard it in her voice.
- Good.
♪
- So if they didn't talk to Ann Weller,
who did they talk to?
- Hey.
- Well, you caught a weird one.
George Weller here died where he lies.
Looks like a fight happened in the elevator.
Got blood splatter, signs of a struggle,
self-defense wounds,
multiple lacerations in the stomach.
Killer rode down with him, I'm thinking.
- So can anyone access this garage?
- No, you need a remote.
George didn't have his,
we checked his car and his crib.
Pockets are empty, no cell, no wallet.
- We think the killer robbed him.
- Jay has Ann Weller right now.
He's taking her to the district.
She's been at work all day.
- Good, keep working the scene.
Pull any forensics you can.
- Sarge? - Yeah?
- It okay if I work the case with you?
I'll ride the desk the whole time.
- Ah, your instincts caught it, you should work it.
- I don't understand.
My husband, he was supposed to be at work.
- I know this is hard,
but it's important that we ask you
these questions right away.
A woman called 911 from your condo.
When patrol showed up, the woman was with George,
and she claimed to be you.
Was your husband having an affair?
- My husband... We've had issues.
He has issues.
If there was a woman there with him,
it's possible she was hired.
My husband likes prostitutes.
♪
- So if she is a prostitute, the question is,
why call 911 and then lie about it when patrol shows up?
- Yeah, I think we have an answer to that.
George's cell phone wasn't recovered at the scene,
it's shut off now, but we gained access
to his iCloud account.
- Patrol confirmed for us that this is
the actual lady who they talked to
at the condo. - Time stamp?
- These photos were taken eight minutes before the 911 call.
Followed by these.
A second unidentified woman
in the condo, same time frame.
- She can't be more than 16. She's the one who called 911.
She's gotta be.
♪
Who is she?
- Her photo doesn't match in any of our systems.
Not CHRIS, not Vice...
- Missing persons? - No, no one's looking for her.
We do think we know how George booked the girls.
He messaged a burner phone yesterday.
About a minute later, the burner responded
with pictures of girls to choose from.
- George tapped into that same burner a minute
after that 911 call that he had with you.
- So we're thinking pimp. - More than likely.
- All right, so let's run with that.
Have CPIC tear that burner apart.
I want names.
Who are these girls?
And who the hell is running them?
- Wanna take a ride?
- Tied to a desk. - Rojas?
- Yeah, let's go.
- You all right? - Yeah, yeah.
- Whoever your burner belongs to,
he's definitely doing something illegal,
and he's doing it real damn well.
I worked his burner top to bottom.
Now, here are the movements of his cell in the last month.
Cell hardly ever stays on for more than an hour,
and when it is on, it pings
a different tower clear across town.
But...
here are the movements yesterday.
Phone was right outside your West Loop condo.
- Which means pimp drops off girls, waits outside.
- Gets better. After about 30 minutes,
your burner synced to your homicide victim's
Wi-Fi hotspot, meaning-- - Pimp goes inside the condo.
- Yup. He was inside during time of death.
Cell stayed on for about 20 more minutes after,
went west, pinged a couple of towers near Garfield,
and then stopped to make one final call.
Call was to another burner, lasted four minutes,
and then both phones shut off for good.
- Can you show me that last location?
Last location of the pimp's cell phone hit
was pretty deserted.
Zero traffic cams.
We lucked out with this hidden
security camera.
- This guy's smart.
Checks for traffic cams
before he pulls over.
♪
- Oh, come on, step into the light.
♪
- There.
[keys tapping]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- Whoa.
♪
- Daniel Lopez, 32. Wanted in six states,
and by the FBI.
In connection to assault, kidnapping,
aggravated sexual assault, and the trafficking across
state lines of women and minors by force, fraud,
coercion, and violence.
.
- Sergeant Marie Stilman, Hank Voight.
- Hey, I met you years ago.
You caught a body of mine down by the river.
Young girl. - Oh, yeah, I remember.
- Uh, this is SA O'Brien, rest of my team.
- Sir.
- Take it I don't gotta do intros?
- No, no. Get in.
- You all have had the misfortune
of landing in a cell of what we have named,
and the FBI, Operation "Cold Country."
It's a midsize human trafficking network
operating in the Midwest.
The ring recruits domestic girls.
Homeless teenagers. Runaways.
- You say recruits. Romeo tactics?
- Right on the money.
Only, ain't really Romeos.
More like Juliets.
- So they're using their own girls to recruit new ones?
- And it's sweet, for about a hot minute.
But before you know it,
the girls are addicted to heroin,
raped, beaten, held, pimped.
- They move the girls.
Every couple of months, a new state.
Avoids the police and keeps the girls in the dark.
They never know where they are.
- But we have ID'd your man Daniel Lopez.
He's a trusted mid-level trafficker.
- How long before he starts moving girls
across state lines?
- Daniel's probably shaking now, laying low,
but the ring's big enough.
He'll need time to move it.
And they'll have bookings.
They don't want to leave money behind.
All of which is me saying, I got no idea.
We provide our files, all our support,
we run it together.
We get the girls and the pimps so we can flip them up,
you get the murder.
- We can work with that.
- Great, thank you. - Thank you.
Dig in.
- Agent O'Brien.
You got any idea who I spoke to?
- No, but she's probably new.
Probably being broken in by Daniel
and the other girl there.
Fact that she called you
means she hasn't been held long.
These guys are damn good at breaking them.
- Okay, we got more files from Wisconsin.
- These are some of the girls that the FBI believes
may be in the ring-- pulled off johns' cells,
booking pages. We're still trying to ID.
- Anything? - We can't even figure out
their names yet. - Yeah, FBI wasn't kidding.
They got johns, they got cells,
they got money flow-- they got nowhere.
Johns didn't know who they were hiring
or who they were hiring from. - Whoa.
Mira Davis, 20 years old. - Hey, check this box here.
- I've got her booking photo right here.
Guys, this is a recent arrest, and Vice booked her
like two months ago.
- Yo, three years ago, the FBI
linked her to a couple of johns' phones
that booked off confirmed traffickers,
and Daniel Lopez himself used a fake name
to bail her out in Ohio.
Yeah, she was definitely in this ring.
- Well, she's not anymore.
She was arrested on the Cicero stroll.
There's no way she'd be working that track
if they still got her. - Okay, maybe she found
a way out. - If she found a way out,
maybe she can tell us what it's like to be in.
♪
- All you cops think you're so smart!
Oh, you think you're smart? I got nothing for you.
Hey, honest to God.
Honest to God, please just throw me in the tank.
I don't want the lady cop. Please.
Hey, hey, baby. Tell him I ain't got no pimp.
No dealer.
You ain't getting a pimp from me,
so toss me in the tank. I'll bail out.
Fine.
I don't want the bologna sandwich.
I don't and won't eat animals.
- All right, hey, get the laces upstairs.
- Easy.
Got a pop or something? - Yeah.
Sure, we can get you one. - Nah.
On second thought, it's cool.
I'll just drink the grease.
Up for grabs.
- Mira, three years ago,
you fell off the face of the map.
Social media stopped, school records, no address,
no credit cards, no anything-- it's like you disappeared.
- What?
- Only trace of you are these arrest records.
One in Ohio.
Few weeks later, Missouri, Wisconsin.
Police never had enough to charge,
but for three whole years,
this is all we have left of you.
Where were you?
- I was with a boyfriend.
- Yeah, who? - I don't remember his name.
- You don't know the guy's name?
- Nah, I got a lot of boyfriends.
- Okay, where did he live? - Why, you want a date?
- Mira, is this boyfriend the one who gave you the scars?
- No.
I let men tie me up, choke me, hit me.
Pays more.
♪
- I think you were being held.
And I think you were trafficked across state lines
by the same ring that's holding girls in Chicago right now.
Mira, I am trying to find them.
This kid, she dialed 911, and I wasn't there in time.
So whatever you remember can help me.
- Help you save them? - Yeah.
- You can't save them. They're already gone.
♪
Can't help you.
♪
- Have a seat.
- There's not a doubt in my mind.
- I could see it. She was there.
- Then we gotta crack her. Throw the book at her.
Charge her. - Yeah, she's going to jail.
Besides soliciting, she's got an open warrant.
- If we charge her, she won't talk.
She doesn't need punishment, she needs help.
- This girl's undergone complex trauma.
You're not gonna break through that cement with sweet talk.
- Okay, then I run at her again,
but this time with an offer as leverage.
- What are you thinking?
- We give her everything. We just give her everything.
- You can give her damn near close to everything,
doesn't mean she'll take it.
Look, you bet on her heart,
your lead might go up in smoke.
- Put it all in writing.
- Okay, good rehab, sober living for three months,
therapy, and a work program run by a woman
who got out of the game.
- That a polite way of saying "ex ho"?
- Mira. - What's the give?
Give, get-- - You just talk to me.
You tell me about where you were,
and you tell me about Daniel.
- No thanks. - Mira...
- Let me save you a little trouble on the next part,
where you act like I'm a damn weeping willow,
a pussy you get crying because of your sob story.
You're gonna tell me that you're on my side,
how you can help.
Tell me about your deep, dark little past
that made you wanna be a lady cop.
Your daddy touch you?
Your little buddy was murdered.
You were raped by the boy next door.
Now you wanna save all the little lost girls
because of it.
You're gonna save me because you get it.
You get me.
♪
But I know the script, and I know you're a fake.
I don't need you to save me. I take care of myself.
♪
- Okay, you're right. - Great.
- I'm out of my league.
I don't usually work these cases.
- Then let me out. - And I don't get it.
I don't have some deep dark past
that made me want to become a cop.
I became a cop because I wanted to.
I'm actually from St. Charles. - [scoffs]
- Yeah, I was supposed to have a real different life
than this, Mira-- college, marriage, and babies.
When I told my family that I wanted to be a cop,
they laughed.
My boyfriend at the time,
he, um, asked me if I needed attention.
Everyone at the academy told me I was a bad fit.
And for like two years,
every time I did something right,
my FTO looked at me with complete shock.
But I wanted it.
I wanted to be something different than I was.
Knew I could.
See, I don't think people need to end up anywhere near
where they started.
♪
- I want out.
- Hmm.
You don't need my help, Mira.
I need yours. - Out.
- You already fought, you already got away.
- Let me out!
- You fought to find a way to live with it.
- I'm not talking to this bitch!
- The girl who called me is still fighting right now.
She's in the place that you were right now.
- I'm not gonna remember for you.
- She is fighting to save herself,
and she's running out of time.
I know that you know that, Mira.
I am a good cop. I will find her.
- You won't, and I don't want to remember.
- You have to, for her. - I don't want to!
- Damn it, Mira, you look at this picture now!
[dramatic music]
♪
Please help me.
.
- That's him.
Daniel.
- Yeah.
- Keeps you high. Never alone.
Always someone watching.
Even when we weren't working, they were watching.
You sleep on the floor, starving.
♪
They see if you cry, if you fight, if you sleep.
- Where did they hold you? - The ring has a house.
Multiple bedrooms, high ceilings,
place felt urban, run-down.
- They go for someplace buried, Mira heard traffic.
Highway nearby. - Easy access.
Less foot traffic. - Mm.
- But they never let us outside.
Except to get in the van.
- Passenger vans transported all the girls.
Always the same van, black Mercedes.
- Running it right now.
- But we need routes and how often that van was moved.
- I don't know, I don't remember.
- Mira, you're doing great. - Half the time,
the girls worked private calls, half the time at a brothel.
- Brothel was run out of a bar, place was seedy,
girls worked the back, walked right in the front door.
- How long of a drive from the house?
- Maybe five minutes?
We always took the same way. - Okay, that helps.
Can you remember it?
- I would look out the window,
see cars passing.
♪
We'd follow a highway. - Okay.
- But they never got on the highway.
They took a parallel street.
- There was a park, on the right,
with a playground. - Okay.
- Then bars. - Bars.
- All the signs were in Spanish.
- That helps too.
♪
- And there was a neon sign.
"Cambio."
♪
I used it like a marker.
See the sign, stop remembering.
♪
- [sighs]
Nothing?
- Starting to feel like we're chasing ghosts.
- Even if it doesn't exist now, it did then.
We'll find it.
- Something will pop up. Let's go this way.
- We're looking for information
on a black passenger van that was involved
in a traffic accident a couple months ago.
- You mean the van with the girls?
- You saw a black van with girls?
- Comes every day.
Girls stumble out,
file into that hellhole off 18th.
- A bar? - Guess you can call it that.
Don't think anyone's going there to drink.
- Ma'am, if you can give us any other information
that might help-- a description of who's driving,
what time it comes... - I don't know.
It's a black van. Girls all look glazed.
About it.
♪
- Okay, call 'em out.
- Holding down the back exit.
- Anchor on the north end.
- All right, remember, we keep eyes,
we ID the van, but we don't take it.
All the girls might not be inside.
Everybody settle in.
- Van.
[suspenseful music]
- We got eyes on a black passenger van,
plates Young David Henry 842.
♪
- Everybody just hold steady.
[camera shutter clicking]
- Sarge, we have confirmation on eight girls.
Three of them potential juveniles.
No sign of either Jane Doe.
- Yeah, copy, I see 'em.
All right, Kev, you're up. Do your thing.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Tracker's up.
- I want license plates on every man that enters
or exits that bar.
ID every single one of 'em.
- Absolutely, Sarge.
- We got movement. - We got girls leaving.
Must have been a shift change. - All right.
Everybody just remember your positions, stay loose,
stay back, do not get burned.
We'll have patrol keep eyes on the bar.
We follow that van back to their house
to the rest of the girls, then we take 'em.
- Copy. - We got 'em.
Pulling up on South Union.
- All right, copy. Pull back, Kev.
Pull way back. - You got it, falling back.
Still got eyes, passing 19th.
- We're two blocks west, following pace.
- Copy. Reaching South Canalport.
We're slowing down.
♪
[keys tapping]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Sarge, they're taking the girls inside.
- Okay, no one approach.
Atwater and Rojas, throw down an anchor.
The rest of us will gear up
and we'll take 'em down tonight.
- We copy. - Copy that.
♪
- Block's dark. We're a go.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Back door's secure. - Copy. Breach.
[machinery whirring]
[clanging]
- Go!
[glass shatters]
[gunshots firing]
- Got one down. Door on my left. Move up.
- Copy.
- Go.
♪
- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - Get off of me!
- Stop, stop, stop! - Leave me alone!
- Gun!
- Got another one down!
♪
- [groaning]
♪
- Ruze, you okay?
- Good.
♪
- [groans]
♪
- Get you the hell out of here, okay?
All right? Sit tight.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Only two girls upstairs. - That's it?
- Yeah.
♪
- Hey.
- All right. Let's watch your step, now.
- Eighteen women,
including the brunette from the condo.
Two dead offenders, but our pimp Daniel isn't here.
- Neither is the girl who called me.
She's not here.
.
- Girls are all varying degrees of high, coming down.
- Look, the doctor said we can question the girls
but warned we might not get very far.
I say we try.
- And the girl who was in the condo?
One who pretended to be the wife?
- Right, that's Natalie,
she won't give intake or last name.
The girls seemed really scared of her.
- No physical signs of abuse like the other girls.
But she has scars that are years old,
which confirms what O'Brien said.
She's probably working with Daniel,
keeps the girls in line.
- Victim turned abuser. - Let's go talk to her.
- But you're wrong. Don't matter how you say it.
We didn't do nothing bad. We're helping those girls.
- All right, you know what? You might be right.
- The thing is,
the girls are saying something different.
- If they're talking, they're lying.
- They're saying Daniel killed a man a couple days ago.
A john named George Weller. - [chuckles]
Uh-oh. Hmm. You believe 'em, huh?
They wrap you round and round and chew you up.
That's why you have to keep them in line.
- Sure, of course.
So tell us what really happened, Natalie.
- No.
♪
- All right, fine.
Charge Daniel, release the rest of 'em.
- It wasn't his fault.
- Yeah, well, I don't know that.
♪
Natalie, I can't help Daniel
if you don't tell me the real story.
♪
- It was Baby's fault. - Baby?
- Mm-hmm.
- Is this Baby? - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah? It is? Okay, what's her real name?
- Baby.
She needed to be there, working.
But she goes crazy, calls 911. So Daniel had to shut her up.
He had to beat her.
To help her. That's what you have to do.
- All right, so Baby called 911, cops came.
What happened after the cops left?
- George saw Baby.
Didn't like the blood. Didn't get it.
He followed us.
Baby was screaming, acting crazy.
So George thought something was wrong.
See? Daniel didn't have no choice.
It was Baby's fault.
- Where are Baby and Daniel now?
♪
- He had to take her. - Take her where?
- To break her. - Where?
Where, Natalie?
- Hmph.
- Daniel's taken other girls before to break 'em.
Where did he take 'em, then?
♪
Where did he take you, Natalie?
- I don't know, he just takes you.
- We just interviewed every girl at Chicago Med
and half of them didn't know who we were
or what the hell was going on,
but a couple of them said something about motels.
- And they said Daniel would separate them,
take them to a cheap motel by the highway
if they stepped out of line.
- They did remember traffic, said it wasn't far at all.
It's not much... - But it's good.
It's more than we've got. - Now we do have a grid.
- Yeah.
- So we'll do it the old-fashioned way.
Boots on the ground.
Rule out these motels one by one.
I'll see if Trudy can spare some bodies.
- Here.
♪
- Struck out at the Shamrock Hotel,
no guest matching our description.
I'm gonna move west.
- Nothing here, all vacancies.
- Anything? - Mm-mm.
- Thank you.
- No, I'm sorry.
We just got those two families filled up tonight.
- If you do see her...
[cell phone buzzing]
Kim Burgess. - Detective Burgess.
This is Jimmy from dispatch. - Hey, Jimmy, is it urgent?
- Yeah, I-- it's weird.
I just got a 911 call from a cell,
it was just breathing on the line,
but the cell number popped in our system.
Intelligence has a trap/trace on it.
- What are you talking about? What number?
- Cell phone's registered to a George Weller
a homicide victim?
- Yeah, we didn't recover a cell phone at the scene.
We thought the killer might have stolen...
She has it.
Jimmy, can you trace the location of the call?
- Yeah, it's pinging off 94 and Pulaski.
- Great. Is there a motel near there?
- Yeah. Cindy Lyn Motel. - Cool.
- Whoa, hey, detective. You want me to transfer you?
- You still have the line open? - Yeah.
- Yes, yes, transfer me. - Okay, stand by.
- 5021 Eddie, I need a flash message sent
to Intelligence and citywide.
I have confirmation that a Jane Doe victim
is in the Cindy Lyn Motel off 94.
I need all cars to meet me there in response.
- Copy, 5021 Eddie.
- 911, you're on the line. - Hello? Hello?
This is Officer Burgess, I answered your call
two days ago.
I told you to hang on.
I've been looking for you. - Hello?
- Hi, can you tell me where you are?
Can you tell me what's happening?
- A motel. Room 8.
He said to take a shower.
He thinks I'm taking one. - Okay, good.
That's really good. Look, I'm on my way.
Who's there with you?
- Daniel. - All right.
Stay where you are, and lock the door if you can.
What's your name?
- Emma. - Hi, Emma, I'm Kim.
I'm gonna stay on the line.
You don't have to say anything, okay?
Don't say anything. I'm almost there.
I just need you to hang on.
.
[brakes screeching]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Hey, Emma, I'm right here with you, all right?
Just hang on.
♪
This is Kim. Where the hell are you guys?
- Three minutes out.
- I'm two minutes out.
- Emma, I'm still here. Just hang on.
All right, I'm here.
I can't go in.
- I need you guys to get here.
I can't go in.
- We're en route. We'll be there ASAP.
[Emma whimpering softly]
♪
[rustling]
- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
[Emma screaming]
- No! [screams]
♪
[man grunting]
[water splashing]
♪
[gunshot fires]
[both grunting]
- [screams] - [grunts]
[yells]
- [grunts]
Emma! [screams]
[gunshots firing]
- [groans]
- [moans]
[groaning]
[panting]
Ah!
[groans]
♪
[grunts]
♪
Come on.
[gasps] You're okay.
I'm here.
Come on. Emma, you're okay.
♪
- Chicago PD! Kim? - Hailey.
Please help her. Please, please help her.
- Okay. - Come on.
She needs CPR! - Okay.
- [gasping]
♪
- 5021 Henry, 10-1, 10-1, I have an officer
and a civilian down-- - Emma. Her name is Emma.
- Need two ambos to Cindy Lyn Motel.
Kim, are you okay? - [groans]
♪
- [retches]
- Okay, okay.
- Kim! Kim, are you all right?
- Ruze!
- I don't know. I don't know.
Help me, please, please.
- Come on. It's all right, come on.
- [sobbing]
- It's all right.
♪
- Okay. You're okay.
- I can call anyone you'd like to have come meet you.
Um, family, or friends.
I-I actually don't know your full name.
- Emma.
I'm Emma Fuller.
- Okay, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jay.
I'll be outside if you think of anyone, okay?
- Hey.
Can you call my mom?
[solemn music]
♪
- Anything? - No.
She's still being treated.
- All right. Call me.
I'm gonna track down Emma's family.
♪
- The abdominal trauma you suffered was severe.
Pregnancy was lost. There's no heartbeat.
I'm so very sorry.
Kim, did you hear me?
Kim.
- Yes, I heard.
♪
- Thank you, Doc.
[door clicks shut]
♪
- I'll be right here, Kim.
♪
Still right here.
♪
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]